Punk Harry Part 18

Punk Harry Part 18

Part 17

Masterlist

Key:

Y/F/S/N= Your First Sons Name

Y/S/S/N= Your Second Sons Name

Y/D/N= Your Daughters Name

Future:

“Can I get a slushie?” Y/F/S/N asked you, pulling on the end of your cardigan as if him talking wasn’t enough to to get your attention.

“I don’t know Y/F/S/N, ask your Father.” You sighed as you continued to look through the low end mascara’s that this Target sold. You felt him scurry off and you sighed as you look to your baby, who was sitting quietly in her carseat that was set on top of the basket. You smiled at her and moved the cart back and forth to simulate a rocking pattern.

Y/D/N was like an angel. After having two rowdy boys she was a blessing in disguise. Of course that didn’t stop her from already being a pain in her brothers butts. Y/F/S/N and Y/S/S/N could not stand Y/D/N seeing as everytime they got close to her she either started screaming or yanked on their hair like her life depended on it.

Your moment of silence ended when you heard a loud wail coming from where Y/F/S/N just ran off to. You quickly turned to see him on the floor, gripping tightly to Harry’s pant leg, his body spread all over.

“But Daaaadddd! I want one!!!” He whined, a loud sob following.

“I said no, now get off the floor.” Harry scolded, only being able to lean down slightly to pick up Y/F/S/N as he was still holding Y/S/S/N in his arms.

Sometimes you were grateful that you had all your children so close in age, they would never go without friends or someone to play with, they would be close in school grades so you didn’t have to pretend to remember anything you learned, and you had loads of hand-me-downs. Y/F/S/N had just turned four and was very proud of that. He absolutely loved being able to show up almost all of his fingers when showing someone how old he was. Y/S/S/N was two and half and was just entering his terrible two’s. So you knew in a matter of minutes he was going to imitate his brother and throw some kind of fit.

It was then that you remembered about your Angel, who was still, sitting quietly in her carseat.

Bless her.

You rolled your eyes before grabbing a random mascara and pushing the cart over to your boys.

“Y/F/S/N, do you want to go home?” You asked, yanking him off the floor by his arm, gently of course you weren’t a monster.

He looked up at you, using his sleeve to wipe away his tears before he shook his head. Your heart actually almost melted when he looked at you with those big brown eyes that were stained with his tears. But you held your ground, this was parenting, you were going to do this right.

“No, but I want a slushie Mommy!” He whined a little.

“Well, you’re sure as heck not getting one with this attitude. Got that?” You asked and he nodded. “Now, dust of your clothes, apologize to your father, give me a big hug, and if you can manage to be a good boy for the rest of this shopping trip, we can get some ice cream on the way home.” You said and he looked up at you with big eyes, a smile stretching all the way across his face. He jumped up and down before leaping into you, wrapping his arms around your upper legs. You smiled as you bent down to reciprocate the hug.

“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you so so so so much Mommy!” He said before turned and hugging Harry as well. You looked over at Harry who was trying to balance a squirming Y/S/S/N in his arms. After Y/F/S/N let go of him he set Y/S/S/N down.

“Hey! Y/F/S/N, hold you brothers hand while we go ok.” Harry said and Y/F/S/N nodded, grabbing his brothers hand and coming to hold onto Harry’s right hand as well. Harry then came up behind you, his left hand finding its place on your back as you continued to steer the cart that still held your daughter.

“You know in a bit Y/S/S/N is going to throw a fit too right?” Harry whispered and you let out a small laugh but nodded along anyway.

“Oh yeah, one hundred percent. Monkey see, Monkey do.” You said and he smiled.

The five of you continued to walk down the hall before you saw an aisle you unfortunetly had to grab something in.

You looked over at Harry with guilty eyes as you turned the cart into the aisle.

“Are you fucking serious?” He whispered into your ear as you plucked the pregnancy test from the shelf.

“Missed it last week.” You sighed and he groaned.

“Another baby? But we just had the last one. Like literally ten months ago!” He exclaimed and you shrugged.

“Not my fault we procreate like our lives depend on it.” You joked and he smiled before shaking his head.

“That would mean four fucking kids, that’s insane.” He said and you smiled.

“You weren’t saying that five years ago.” You said, referring to how he spun you around upon hearing the news of your first pregnancy.

“That was one, one child. Also our first, totally different. I can handle one, I can handle two, three is pushing it, but four, for fucks sake.” He said and you laughed.

“Alright Mister, let’s get this over with.” You said before pushing the cart onward.

Continuously throughout your trip you would turn around to check that your boys were still following you, which indeed they always were.

You think you may have scarred them once before. One time when you were fairly worried about some business meeting and you had turned your back for one second to pick out some new shoes and when you turned back, your three and one year old were gone. You ran around in panic for fifteen minutes and when you still couldn’t find them, you had to inform some workers around and then next thing you know the whole fucking Walmart is on lock down looking for your boys.

Keep in mind you were also like, seven months pregnant. So you were just running absolutely rampage looking for these idiots.

After another twenty minutes of looking in every nook and cranny, it turns out that they had hidden in one of those circle clothing racks and were just watching in joy as the whole fucking store panicked. Of course when they saw the look on your face they knew they were in for it and you yelled and screamed and cried for the whole way home. And then even after you got home with them you convinced Harry that it was totally normal to ground a three and one year old, which it probably isn’t but hey, you were seven months pregnant and scared.

So now, you have a slightly bad feeling that they know never to leave you sight or else shit goes down.

“You know, I used to work in a Target.” You said as you watched the boys look at the toys at the end of the aisle with Harry,

“Love, we’ve been married for five years, yes I know that.” He laughed and you smiled.

“Oh, well I did, and it sucked ass. All the higher-ups were douches and all I did for hours was put stuff away and pull things forward. I also worked in the cosmetic department which was not what I wanted it to be like. Not to mention that customers are stupid. One lady once didn’t remember what kind of foundation she was wearing. And legit argued with me for like twenty minutes because she was convinced I could identify what kind by looking at her face. She kept going no like I’m wearing it right now so which is it, like bitch I don’t fucking know oh my god.” You ranted, remembering all the times you had to show up at Target at 7:30 in the morning wearing red and khaki.

“I know love, you’ve told me this story at least three times.” He said lovingly, leaning forward to place a kiss down onto your cheek.

“EWWWWWW!” You heard from your boys and you looked to see them both covering their eyes.

“Alright, come on we need to go now!” You called and they came running forward.

You stopped by the clothing area to pick up some more shirts and pants for Y/F/S/N and you bought some shoes for Y/S/S/N, and you also got another onesie for you daughter seeing as all three of your youngins were growing faster than you could have ever imagined.

The car ride to the ice cream shop was filled with the noise of two different movies going on at the same time. The boys were separated by Y/D/N’s carseat which meant that they both had to be entertained by different things, which just so happened to be animated movies this time.

The ice cream was rather easy to get, instead of all five going in at once you had created a system where Harry and whoever was the best boy of the day goes in with a list of what everyone wants and comes back with it after.

So in the car sat you, you daughter, and Y/F/S/N as Harry and Y/S/S/N went in to get the ice cream.

You looked back to notice that he was asleep and you baby girl was just staring wide eyed at the roof of the car.

You smiled, enjoying the small moment of silence.

You could remember a day when you had none of this. When you were just a heartbroken girl, trying to live her dream of being a makeup artist.

Then, little did you know that your life changed when that freak with the tattoos kissed you suddenly.

And you wouldn’t change it one single bit.

Word Count: 1742

This is the final installment of The Punk Harry Series :(

Spider Woman Part 5

Word Count: 2266

Part 4

Masterlist

“Bro what the fuck!? Did you actually think it was a smart idea to pull out in front of me?” You yelled to the Honda Accord that for some odd reason thought that pulling out in front of you was a good idea when you were clearly too close and there wasn’t enough room for them to pull out but whatever.

You rolled your eyes as you switched into the left lane and pulled into the holiday inn that Harry and his family are staying in.

You smiled to them as they walked out. Harry in casual black skinnies, a green sheer blouse and a pair of black leather boots with about a one inch heel. Anne was in a pair of dark wash skinny jeans, a sheer blue blouse over a black tank top and a pair or black flats. His sister Gemma wore black leggings, a white t-shirt, a denim jacket, and combat boots.

You waved to them as they piled into your old 2000 4Runner. The car is ancient but it’s good for a New England winter and it was free. It was your savior when you were commuting to college.

“Hey, so, this is quite the town?” Harry said as he buckled up in the passenger seat.

“Yeah ok so it’s not to fancy. And we have a really bad heroin problem but it’s home.” You said and he rolled his eyes.

“So, where to first?” Harry asked as he looked back to his family.

“I was thinking my highschool, it’s the most famous thing here other than the Museum which we will see as well.”

“Alright then off to your high school.” Harry said and you rolled your eyes.

“So how was your flight?” You asked, looking back at Gemma and Anne.

“Good, the flight attendant weirdly recognized me and gave us chocolate chip cookies.” Gemma said and you laughed.

“Oh my god that’s awesome, and like getting here was good too? I know sometimes those cab drivers get mad when it comes to long distance drives.” You said and she shook her head.

“No, he was fine. Slightly grumpy but when we said where, he went on a rant about how he was from the neighboring town and how he is so proud that the town has something it can be famous for other than that crazy X-Factor audition where the boy was obsessed with Britney Spears.” She said and you laughed.

“You know not a lot of people actually know about that for some reason. I remember hearing that he was from my town and freaking out thinking like great now everyone thinks this town holds a freak.” You said and they laughed.

Finally you pulled up to your old high school.

“Welcome to my alma mater. Currently educating 4000 plus students and containing over 10 buildings. This campus has been the setting of many of my nightmares and I’m 100% going to experience PTSD from coming back.” You joked and they laughed.

“Alright let's start the tour.”

For the next half hour you showed them your school, where Fat Y/N was bullied and made horrible memories! Sarcasm.

“Is is cool if we stop by my first job? I’m thirsty.” You asked and they all nodded so you took a little detour to the good old coffee shop.

When you were 16 your first job was a barista. It payed shit, the bosses treated you like shit, but you made the best friends you could have asked for there. Most of whom you still talk to today.

After you went to the Museum and went to the park that the movie was being played at to scout out where to sit. You decided that it would be best to speak to the police, who were going to be the security for the night, about a blocked off area for your friends and family. Not that you didn’t plan on mingling with the fans and townspeople but you also didn’t want your families to have to deal with unsolicited attention.

You went back to your house after and you gave them a quick tour. Then you went and ate a quick dinner with your whole family. You decided to change into something a bit warmer. You changed into a pair of black leggings, a orange vetements sweatshirt, and a some black vans.

When you got back to the living room Harry and his family all had jackets incase it got cold, same going for your family and your friends who had just arrived. You rolled your eyes as you watched them all try to play it cool around Harry.

Next to Harry was your friend Harmony, known for being the first person you notice. Not only is she incredibly tall, but she can be so loud she can wake up a whole neighborhood. She was wearing light wash jeans, white converse, and a black sweatshirt.

Next to Harmony was your good friend Tiffany. She was always the pretty one. She was also the party girl. When you were in school, she was the one who corrupted you. You started drinking and smoking because of her. The drinking you no longer do but when you get stressed you like to enjoy a blunt here and there. And by here and there you mean literally once every six months, it’s not a common thing in your household. She was wearing high waisted dark wash jeans, a deep brown cropped sweater, an oversized army jacket, and nude boots.

Then next to her was your best friend Lily. She never really hung around with you, Harmony and Tiffany seeing as she didn’t agree with the elicit things you guys did but she had been your best friend since middle school and worked with you all at the coffee shop, where you had met Tiffany and Harmony. Although you hung around with Tiffany and Harmony more when Lily left for college and moved to Maine. Since then you have spoken to all of them at least once a day. And she has somehow still managed to help guide you and be there for you even with how hectic your life has been lately. She was wearing light wash jeans, a grey sweatshirt and black converse.

“Oh I should probably introduce everyone.” You said as you walked into the room.

Harry stepped back and put his hand on your back to pull you forward into the little circle the girls had created around him.

“This is Harmony and Tiffany, friends that I met through my first job, guys this is Harry and his sister Gemma and his mom Anne. And this is my best friend Lily who I’ve known since middle school.” You said introducing everyone.

You then all loaded into two cars spitting with five and five. Your sister, your mom, your dad, Anne and Gemma all going in one car. And then Harry, Tiffany, Harmony, Lily and you all going in another. You drove while Harry sat up in front, Tiffany, Harmony and Lily all cramming in the back.

It’s worth mentioning that Harry has a very different taste in music than the rest of you. He was playing oldies, that although you all appreciate, you guys prefered some Lil Pump, or Cardi B. Quickly Harry’s aux cord privileges were revoked and given to Tiffany.

Once you got to the park that the movie was being played at you were lead to a little hill that was slightly blocked off from the rest of the park. One officer stood at the front just to make sure no one unwanted would interrupt you guys.

It was strange being back in your old town, now that the movie was blowing up and people were hearing about it, you were getting many messages from people you went to highschool with. Funny how now that you’re skinny and rich, people want to talk to you.

What was stranger, was the ones who came that night.

“Hey, Y/N. Remember me? Carter Pottic? We went to highschool together?” He said trying to jog your memory. Little did he know you remembered everything.

“Yeah I remember you. I have a particular memory of you and your friends laughing at me when I had difficulty running the mile in gym.” You said and his smile dropped.

“Listen, I wanted to apologise. It’s been driving me crazy that I did that to you. I was young and dumb and just wanted to fit in.” He excused and you smiled, looking away quickly before looking back at him.

“Funny, cause that’s exactly what I wanted back then too. I wanted to fit in, but you made that real hard with all the talking behind my back you did. Also pretty funny how you only suddenly feel so guilty now that my follow count on twitter has lots of zeros.” You said and he looked around, clearly embarrassed. “But, I’m also not a huge cunt. I’ll forgive you, only cause I know I was just a kid then too but don’t expect us to be friends. I’m a different person now, I don’t hold grudges and hope for revenge, I guess I can only hope that you’ve changed too.” You said before walking away.

A few more of your old classmates came to see you. Some being friendly and simply congratulating you on all your success. Some who did the same as Carter. It was kind of unbelievable how many people want to make something out of nothing if it benefits them. Pretending to have had a friendly relationship with you when you could remember them laughing at the double chin you got when reading a book.

Seven people came up to you trying to get you to remember the few times you talked to them. One person actually tried to tell you that you sat next to him for an entire semester and although it was true, you never said one word to each other, but now you should reconnect.

You sighed as you slumped onto the blanket that was splayed on the ground, Harry sitting down next to you.

“How many people from your past tried to reconnect with you once you were on the X-Factor?” You asked, not looking at his face. You didn’t want to see the pity you knew had cascaded over his features.

“More than I can count.” He admitted and you groaned.

“Why are people so deplorable? Like, ok none of them directly bullied me, but do you know how many times they would avoid being put into groups with me cause I was the fat girl? I remember actually hating when the teacher didn’t assign seats cause I knew no one would want to sit with me, same going from group projects. No one wanted me in there group, and now suddenly everyone wants to reconnect. Like you only now feel guilty for the way you treated me? Now that I’m playing Spider Woman in a Marvel Movie?” You exasperated.

“People are cruel, I’m sorry you were treated like that. Not that I’m defending them but you were all just kids then.” He said and you nodded.

“I know and that’s why I can’t hold anything against them. I remember being mean to people just because I was young and dumb. It’s just slightly unfortunate that what they did put me in a never ending depression and scarred me for life.” You said smiling up at him. He smiled back down at you before wrapping his arm around your shoulder and swaying you guys slightly. You were always happy that Harry got your self-deprecating jokes, many times have you made a joke at your own expensive and it doesn’t deliver well.

“I mean, now at least you can say, fuck them I’m Spider Woman.” He joked and you laughed. Right after he said that the title of the movie appeared on the giant screen at the front of the park, signaling that the movie was starting.

The park erupted in cheers and your friends came barreling at you, tackling you and knocking Harry over in the process.

“Y/N! It’s starting!” Lily yelled and you laughed pushing the three of them off you.

“Yes and if you’d all shut up we could watch it. And I swear Tiffany if I look over and see you texting I am throwing your phone in the lake. I’m literally in this movie.” You threatened and she laughed as she made a point of publicly turning off her phone.

“I’ve already snapped the car ride over here and the title of the movie displaying on the screen so I’m good for the night.” She said and you rolled your eyes.

You leaned over so your head rested in Harry’s lap, his long fingers threading their way through your long brown hair. You smiled up at him before turning to the opening of the movie where the talented Bailey Bucher played young Jessica. You all watch as the story starts with her Nazi father, who was played by David Schwimmer, having to inject her with untested genetically modified spider venom and placing her in a genetic enhancing accelerator.

Lily squeezed your arm as the scene where nearly 50 years later HYDRA finds the accelerator that Jessica was in and opens it up, allowing your face to appear on the screen for the first time.

“That’s you.” She whisper-yelled into your ear. You sighed and shook your head, they were all lunatics, but they were your lunatics and you loved them.

Spider Woman Part 8

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Part 7

Word Count: 1628

“We have an emergency! A beautiful emergency we didn’t know we needed!” The small brunette yells as she runs across the room on the snap story on your phone.

You couldn’t help it, you saw your face on the front of the cover and you clicked it. You know that you should technically stay away from the media but, you love The Rundown.

“Rachel has kissed 2/4ths of One Direction! I repeat 2/4ths of One Direction!” She says as she grasps onto the face of the bearded man.

Suddenly a video of Christina Aguilera plays as she says I’m not jealous at all.

“Yes, this also brings the sad news, Niall Horan, is no longer single.” She says, cutting to a clip of Beyonce gasping in the movie Pink Panther 2.

“The relationship was confirmed when the two were seen out, in Times Square, kissing and what not.” She says showing a few clips of Niall and you walking around the park and sharing a few kisses and after a video of Jim Carrey from Pet Detective plays.

“And no, I’m fine, honestly.” She says before she pulls out a box of tissues and cries into them, then looking behind the camera and asking “We can cut that out right?”

“It’s just I can’t even be mad! They’re so cute! I love them!” A clip of Ty Burrell shows as he says I love you guys so much!

“Also she’s a One Direction fan so I know she’s great.” She says as a clip of you pops up that shows you saying, I love them, One Direction is my life. After another clip pops of you and Niall laughing in the park.

“I hope they adopt me.” She says and it cuts off before going into the next topic.

“Niall! We’re officially out!” You call, knowing that he was on his way back into the living room with more popcorn.

It was date night for the two of you and you had both decided that after a long week of writing for him and fittings for you, all you guys wanted was to lay in his spacious living room and watch movies. You were on movie number two, the first being your choice of the 2017 Power Rangers remake. You really loved how progressive it was, having not only a well played lesbian girl, but an actual well played and realistic man who is on the spectrum. Also, no romance, sure there are points where the Black Ranger flirts with the Yellow Ranger but soon after it is established that she is gay and there is no confirmation that there is anything but friendly feelings shown between the Red Ranger and the Pink Ranger, which is how the shows and movies normally put it. Plus, Power Rangers rock and who were you to question that.

Now you were powering up Niall’s favorite movie, Step Brothers as he gets more popcorn for the two of you. Of course it only took like, four seconds to get the movie up so you resorted to your phone to entertain yourself.

“Bish wah?” He asks, the popcorn bowl balancing in one hand while he held a beer and an arizona ice tea in the other. You didn’t drink so you knew which one was yours and which was his.

“The Rundown, it’s a snap story I’m rather fond of. We’re on it, we’ve been discovered.” You said jokingly before pulling it back up and tapping back to show him it. He plops down beside you after placing the bowl on the other side of you. His weight hitting the couch making you bounce slightly before he wraps his arm around your waist, tugging you closer to him and opening up his beer.

“Oh my god, if only your friends were here, you would be cracking open a cold one with the boys. I’m dead.” You say and Niall shakes his head. Although he would never admit it, he loves how up to date you are on the memes and it has actually come in handy when they are brought up in conversations he has. He used to go around slightly clueless as to why everyone was quoting things he didn’t understand, he just never kept up with the memes, but now he has a girlfriend who does. And not only do you keep up with them, but you love to share and explain them as best as you can.

“Hey, after we finish this movie, want to come with me to get a new piercing?” You suddenly ask as the movie starts to play. “Another one?” He asks, turning to play with the many pieces of jewelry that don on your ears.

“I don’t have that many.” You say and he laughs as he gives a slight tug to one of the rings you have on your lobs.

“How many do you have anyway?” He asks, as he returns his hand to his beer.

“Uh, well I have uh, like thirteen I think?” You guess before counting them out loud, “Yeah I have the two lob ones, the five cartilage on my left, my conch on my left, my rook on my left, then I have the the three cartilage on my right, and my tragus on my right. So yeah, thirteen.” You say.

“And you want to add another one to that collection?”

“Yeah I want to get my industrial done on my right.”

“Which one is that?”

“The one with the big bar that goes across the top. Or, maybe I’ll get my nipples pierced, I’ve always wanted to do that.” You say and Niall actually chokes on his beer.

“Your, um, your nipples?” He asks, the room suddenly feeling very hot to him.

“Yeah, why you not into it?” You ask, not that that would really stop you. When you and Niall become an official couple you wanted to make it clear to him that his preferences would be taken into consideration but you weren’t going to put your life on hold or make any huge decisions based around him. If you wanted to get your nipples pierced, you were going to. It’s your body and whether he likes it or not, it wasn’t really his place to stop you. Of course, if he was extremely repulsed by it you probably wouldn’t do it, you still wanted him to think you were sexy but if he just didn’t really like it, well then oh well you don’t care.

“Uh no, that’s definitely not that. Maybe the exact opposite actually.” He says and you smile, leaning your head onto his shoulder, snuggling into him more.

“Well, then maybe I will do that one.” You say before turning back to the movie.

Of course now, Niall couldn’t watch the movie. Although, he loves this movie, his mind couldn’t think of anything else except you. Of course you two had only been together a short amount of time and hadn’t had full on sex yet but he definitely wanted to. Not that you hadn’t done anything, you’ve sucked him off once or twice and he had you cumming on his fingers a few times but you never went farther than that. Most times you were interrupted or you just didn’t continue on. Niall loves sex, loves how great he feels when he has a girl writhing below him, he feels powerful. Which in his line of business, where his whole career depends on whether the public likes his work, is something rare to come by.

You two had only been together three months, and although that may seem long, at least long enough to have had sex by, due to your busy schedules, you two had only seen each other a few times. So in reality, it was like you two had been together around two weeks if you were counting by how many times you saw each other face to face. And Niall had been doing well, many times has he found himself with a stiffy as you danced in your backyard and kitchen, or cuddled on movie night, but most times he’s able to calm himself down or excuse himself to the bathroom, or on goodnights you’ll notice and help him out. But as he’s sitting here, with your head in his lap, his fingers carding through your hair, he’s imagining you, breathing hard as he bites down on the cool metal that pierces your nipples and you’re a whining mess under him, and next thing he knows his joggers are becoming very tight.

“Please, for the love of god get your nips pierced.” He says suddenly and you look up in surprise. He was stuck in his thoughts for ten minutes suddenly breaking that silence with that sentence. You look confused as to his outburst but get your answer as your head brushes against him.

“Oh baby.” You laugh, sitting up and swinging your leg over his lap to straddle his waist. “You do know that if I go do this today, you aren’t going to be able to touch them for like a year right?” You ask and he blanks at you. Sure, he knew they’d have to heel but like, he didn’t know it took that long.

“That long? Really? I thought it was like 4 to 6 weeks?”

“No, that’s just like a normal ear piercing, not nips. Nips take long.” You say and he groans, throwing his head back.

“But I’m so hard just thinking about it and you don’t even have them done yet. What am I going to do when you do have them done?” He asks and you shrugged.

“I don’t know about then, but I can definitely help now.”

Spider Woman Part 8

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Part 7

Word Count: 1628

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Ok but like can you picture Punk!Harry freaking out when he goes in the for the second kiss! Cause the first one was like in the moment and fast and like the second one who knows how it’s gonna happen. I picture him freaking the fuck out about it. Also love the series! Love you!

Oh my god he’d be a mess. Cause exactly, the first one was super in the moment, more of a just to get you to shut up kind of thing. 

It would totally be one the bus, one late night while the band is sleeping and they’re up on watch duty. You two would be cuddling, still drunk off the adrenaline of watching the show, calming down with some movie that neither of you were really watching anymore. You would feel his hand creep up along your jaw and turn you so you were facing him. And he’d just pull you in all slow and soft and it would just be super romantic and much more slow and just all around a better kiss. 

But inside his head he’s a fucking mess! He’s thinking shit like, what if she doesn’t want this one? What if it’s not good enough? Did I remember to brush my teeth? What did I even eat for dinner? Too much spit? Not enough spit? Too much tongue? Should I move my hand? Are my hands sweaty?

His mind is weirdly focusing on anything but the kiss, even though you feel like it’s probably one of the best kisses you’ve ever had. 

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Part 5

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Y/N

Harry

What name is the reservation under again?

Davis, he’s already there so hurry up

I hate that you’re setting me up and won’t even tell me who with

What kind of blind date would this be if you knew who was there (winking emoji)

Fuck off with the emojis

You rolled your eyes before shoving you phone back into your bag and walking inside the restaurant that Harry has led you to. You were dressed in a light green flowy tank top with a black leather jacket draped over, paired with black skinny jeans with rips in the knees. You had black heeled ankle boots on, a black leather bag, and black and gold stud earrings in.

You took in a deep break as you walked up to the hostess’ stand.

“Um, table under Davis?” You asked and before the hostess even looked up she was nodding her head.

“Yup, looks like someone is already here, were you meeting someone?” She asked as she tapped on the screen in front of her.

“Uh, yeah, wasn’t aware he was already here though.” You joked and she nodded, just then looking up at you.

“Hey, you’re Spider Woman.” She said and you smiled and nodded shyly.

“Yeah that’s me.” You joked.

“Could I get a picture with you?” She asked and you nodded, moving to her side of the stand and smiling for the picture. “Wow, I’ve met two famous people in one day.” She said and you looked at her surprised, the other person she was talking about was probably your date which meant there was a good chance you already knew this person. “Sorry, let me lead you to your table.” The hostess apologized and you shook your head, signalling that it was no big deal.

Your eyes widened as your gaze fell upon who you were going to be dining with that night.

“Well, that makes sense.” He said and he stood up to greet you, his irish accent making itself prominent in that moment.

“Niall Horan, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” You said extending your hand for him to shake while also leaning in for a light hug. One thing you were quick to learn was that no matter how well you knew someone, even if you were just meeting them, famous people always hug each other. It must be some kind of, yes you are both famous and belong to the talented group, thing. Like you are all a part of this well known, but hard to get into, club and are all friends. “I’ve heard great things.” You admit as Niall helps you into your chair.

“Whatever he said was a lie.” He joked and you laughed.

“So you’re not the funniest man to walk the earth?” You asked and Niall laughed.

“You must have injected him with truth serum then.” He said and you laughed.

“You know, when Harry said he was gonna set me up I thought he was joking.” You admitted.

“Harry never jokes when it comes to a chance at being cupid. He thinks he has some sort of fifth sense when it come to love, like he can see it physically or something.” Niall says and you smiled.

“What a dork.” You joked and Niall laughed while nodding.

“You know when I asked what you were like all he told me was the you were flexible.” He says and you let out a loud laugh.

“Oh my god, he would.” You laughed. “You film one movie with the guy.” You joked and Niall nodded.

“Speaking of, congratulations on that. Saw it last week, really good. Weird now, seeing as I’m on a date with you and I just saw you kissing one of me best mates but I’ll get over that.” He said and you laughed.

“Well, he’s a bad kisser anyway.” You joked and he laughed.

“I’m so telling him you said that.”

“Go ahead, I already told him. Literally on day one.”

“So what’s it like to film a movie anyway? Like is is weird to be in a skin tight suit, pretending to shoot venom blasts from your hands?”

“Super awkward, but like only when you’re the only one doing it. Like the jewelry store scene, super weird. I’m the only one in there just like, thrusting my hands at people and they pretend to get thrown to into the walls, it’s so fucking weird. But like when I was filming with RDJ and Tom like, Rob and I both pretend to blast shit from our hands, Tom is over there squirting water cause he’s got bad hand eye coordination. It’s a little less weird when other people are doing the same thing as you.” You said and he nodded. “The silence is the worst part though.”

“Silence?”

“Yeah like, all the sound effects of the blasts and the grunts from the people being thrown around are edited in. When we’re filming it’s just silent, you hear like the shuffling of feet and like the squeaking of mine and Tom’s suits.” You confessed.

“Oh wow.”

“It’s so cringey, made a good movie though so I can’t complain. Also I should get used to in, I’m in a 3 movie contract so.”

You continued to talk throughout the rest of the meal and even after. Going from topics of One Direction, to Niall’s music, to the music industry in general, to conspiracy theories, to how corrupt the american government is, to how lame the education system is.

Soon enough you seem to notice that everyone around you were not the same people anymore and realize that you’ve been talking for almost four hours, both of you are now late for your other plans.

You both make plans for another date and exchange numbers and agree to not tell Harry that he was right seeing as his ego is already too big.