Spider Woman Part 6

Spider Woman Part 6

Word Count: 984

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.

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Part 6

Sorry about not posting last week! This week is a double though!

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8 times. So far 8 times. 8 fucking times had Niall managed to get a hole in one at this damn mini-golf game. You had always liked mini-golf. Thought it was cute how literally everything was miniature. From the sets on the course to the golf club. You loved mini-golf, but you definitely weren’t very good at it.

“Ok so like when I suggested we go mini-golfing I literally just wanted an excuse for you to wrap your arms around me all cliche like.” You confessed as you go on your 9th try to get the ball in the hole. Niall smiles at you from the end of the course, leaning on his club like he had been for the last 10 minutes.

“Well love, I can do that but you’re simply too cute when you’re strugglin.” He laughs and you rolled your eyes.

“Oh just come here and help me!” You huff and he smiles as he sets his club down and comes over to help you.

He came up behind you, wrapping his arms around you and clasping the club over your hands. You could feel him take a deep breath in through his chest, the warmth of his skin seeping through your lilac sweater. You could feel his thighs pressing into your bum, he was surprisingly a lot taller than you had expected so you were tiny in comparison to him. You were also suddenly very conscious of your feet, careful that your black boots didn’t step on his blue suede vans. You were also very conscious of how hot your body was. Were you just sweaty? You didn’t think so, but what did he think? You are used to the cold New England weather, not this constant heat that clouded over California. So did you really know if you were too sweaty? No, you could only hope that maybe Niall couldn’t tell.

“Alright, so it’s a slight hill right?” He whispered in your ear, his hot breath fanning over the side of your face and you couldn’t help but feel the shiver run down your spine. “So there’s this little technique I used to use when there is a little hill, you have to put a little more pressure on but not too much cause you don’t want to go over. You’ve been hitting it too hard and it’s just been rolling over the hill.” He explained and you nodded pretending to understand what he was saying when in reality all you could think was big hands big hands on yours big hands.

“Either that or not hitting it hard enough and it rolls back to me.” You said and he little out a little breathy chuckle, letting his chin rest on your shoulder. Oh fuck.

He pulled your arms back and hit the ball in what seemed to be the same way you had been doing all along, but clearly he had some kind of magic touch as the ball smoothly went over the hill and into the hole.

“Ok what the fuck?” You yelled, stepping away from Niall and throwing your free hand that wasn’t holding the club into the air. “I swear that’s what I was doing!” You said and he laughed.

“You just hadn’t found the happy medium.” He said stepping up to you and lightly pressing his hand to your back to lead you to the next course.

“You mean there’s a fucking Goldy Locks to fucking mini-golf?” You joked and he laughs while nodding.

“Interesting way to put it but yeah.” He said and you rolled your eyes.

You continue to go through the 18 hole course, Niall obviously winning when it came the end. When the went back to turn in their clubs and balls he also won a free round for you two for going through the whole course getting only a hole-in-one.

“Next time, you’re letting me win. Date 101 Niall, let her win.” You joked and Niall laughed as he threw his arm around you, opening up the door for the both of you.

“Sorry, still quite new to this love.” He said and you smiled, liking that fact that you weren’t the only one who was going into this with little experience.

“Not actually mad, just teasing you.” You said.

You slowly walked up to the passenger side of his car, both subconsciously thinking that the slower you walked, the slower this date would come to an end.

Almost like a gift sent from above, as Niall was opening the passenger side door to his Range Rover, when your stomach growls.

“You hungry love?” Niall asks and you nodded.

“Seems so.”

“I think we passed a chinese place on the way up here? Sound good?” He asked, smiling knowing that he would get to spend just a little bit longer with the girl he was quickly becoming so fond of. You nod as you jump into the car.

You both then head over to a very shady chinese restaurant where you order some food.

“I haven’t been to a place like this in years.” Niall says after the waiter walks away, he leans in a whispers it as if it was some giant secret.

“In my town, the best chinese place looks exactly like this. Which I bet says a lot about where I grew up.” You confess.

“Tell me more about where you grew up. Everyone I know was either from England or was born and raised in California.”

“Not really much to tell, it was sad little town that for some reason no one could leave. I remember growing up and thinking that when I grew up the first thing I would do was leave. I would go to some far away, out of state college. Then, funny enough when it came to the day I had to decide where to go, I chose home. Just like everyone else I stayed.”

“Why?” He asks as he took a sip of his ice water.

“I don’t really know, couldn’t afford it? I was scared maybe? Of like growing up, being on my own, I’ve never really liked to be away from home. Even going on vacation I was never really as relaxed as I was when I was home. I don’t know if it was just being close to my family, or if it was the physical location of home that comforted me, but I was just very stressed when I was far away.” You shrugged and he nodded.

“I get that. Sometimes I think about how easy everything would be if I wasn’t balancing me life between here and Ireland. Me life is here, me job is here, me friends are here, me inspiration for music always seems to be here but me family is there, me old friends are there.” He says, suddenly becoming very interested in the way the grain on the wooden table ran.

“Do you ever like, I don’t know, wish you never auditioned? Like don’t bullshit me either, like don’t give me the whole, no I love my fans and I wouldn’t trade this for anything. Like I know there has to be days where you just wish you could give this all up, right?” You ask, creating a terrible Irish accent in order to mock his voice.

“Uh I guess I mean, I’m not really lying when I say I love the fans, I really wouldn’t be sitting with you right now if they hadn’t worked so hard to get me where I am but I guess you’re right. Sometimes after a fan asks a question too personal or when I ruin another shirt trying to get through a mob or something I think, what would my life be like if I didn’t go that morning, or if Katy hadn’t given me a chance? Most times though I assume me life would be more stressful, working a low paying job and being pressured into settling down. At least with the life I live, I’m financially stable, so is me family, and no one is pressuring me to marry due to me hectic lifestyle.” He says and you can’t help but wonder, is he being pressured into going on this date with you? Does he think he is getting to an age where it’s expected of him to become domestic?

If anyone knows what it’s like to have your family up your ass about starting a family, it’s you. For the last few years you had been on the edge of whether or not you wanted children, constantly when you said you didn’t think you wanted them your family would respond with something along the lines of, you say that now, or, wait a few years and you’ll be thinking something else entirely. Lately your family had been suggesting that you start dating seeing as you had just lost all that weight and was now deemed, attractive. As that thought crossed your mind you thought, were you being pressured into being here?

Then you looked at Niall, and your stomach erupted into a nervous mush and you shook your head. No, you were here because he made you laugh, not for any other reason.

You thought, even if this doesn’t turn out the way you wanted, hoped it would, you would be happy just knowing that someone who made you feel so content was in your life.

“Well shit, we’re getting way too deep for date number two.” You joke and Niall laughs, leaning back and taking in deep breath. “Let’s get off that and I don’t know, what’s your least favorite song on Flicker?” You asked and Niall laughed.

“Me least favorite? Most times people ask what me favorite is.”

“Well yeah but I already know that, it’s Flicker right?”

“Yeah.” “Which is why I want to know what your least favorite is. By the way Flicker is my favorite too, also Fire Away is my least favorite.”

“What? Why?”

“Too repetitive, at least the chorus is. Like I like the message the whole like I love you and I want you to be comfortable saying anything so go ahead lay it on me is really nice. But damn boy, you say fire away like eight times in the chorus.” You say and he laughs.

“Ok I guess I would say my least favorite is-” He starts but the waiter decided to drop all the food off just as he was about to answer.

The conversation long forgotten as you two dive into your food, both of you unknowingly insanely hungry.

The rest of the date passes in a flurry of, quick touches, nervous flutters, and crab rangoons.

Spider Woman Part 4

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Part 3

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“YN/! This way!”

“To your left!”

“Y/Nl!”

“Yes!”

“Perfect!”

I smiled as I walked down the carpet, the heels I was wearing making my walk a little difficult.

I was downed in a black, tight mermaid style dress by Dolce and Gabbana. The dress was form fitting till my knees where about three inches of fabric spread out loosely. The whole dress being covered in floral black lace. My shoes, which were ridiculously expensive were by Giuseppe Zanotti Sophie. I held my Jimmy Choo clutch close seeing as it not only held my phone but my tampons, which I unfortunately needed on this night. Luckily I was wearing black.

A warm hand pressed to back and I looked to my side to see Harry staring at the void of lights flashing at us, his face emotionless. He was dressed in this probably expensive navy blue Gucci suit that had golden tigers on it. His Gucci loafers looking incredibly comfortable in comparison to my heels at the moment.

“How do you get used to it?” I asked as I blinked a little bit harder to try to get rid of the sudden burning in my eyes.

“You don’t.” He said and as he looked to me.

“Awesome.” I spat sarcastically, looking over at him to see the first showing of a smile on his face after hearing my response.

We slowly walked over to where Tom and Robert were standing so the four of us could have our picture taken together.

“Overwhelmed?” Robert asked me and I smiled.

“Like you wouldn’t believe.” I laughed and he smiled his hand settling on my back just above Harry’s. Harry was to my left, Robert to my right and Tom next to him.

“Just remember to breath, for some reason it seems to be the one thing we all forget.” Robert said, making me quickly realize that I hadn’t done just that since I stepped onto the carpet.

“Thanks, needed that.” I said and he nodded.

“Also drinking, drinking helps.” To. said and I let out a loud laugh, almost doubling over. The crowd of paps watching all bursting into laughter with me.

“Fuck.” I said and Harry smiled.

“Someone watch her.” Harry joked and I pushed his shoulder playfully.

“Please if anyone needs a babysitter it’s Tom, we should all be lucky he didn’t accidentally leak the whole movie script.” I joked and he turned to me with his mouth dropped.

“Once, one time I accidently posted a snap of you and Harry shooting your kissing scene to my story and I’m never left alone.” Tom defended and I smiled.

“Yeah except that wasn’t the only time, it was the fourth.” I said and he rolled his eyes, scoffing playfully.

“The fans are calling it Tom Fucking Up: The Saga.” Harry chimed in from beside me.

“Are they really?” Tom asked and we laughed, Robert clapping his hand on his shoulder before the three of us walked off to our individual interviews, leaving Tom gasping at us.

“Hi Y/N, my name is Claudia Hammervile with Red Carpet Daily and we would like to start off by asking you what this movie is going to bring that will change the marvel universe seeing as every movie always plays an impact?” The women asked then thrusting her phone into my face. It wasn’t aggressive or anything just very quick, I wasn’t expecting her to jump into this so fast.

“Well, I think the Avengers themselves are going to be slightly frustrated as they are now working with a hero who doesn’t want to be a hero. Not to mention the return of HYDRA, which they had previously thought to have been extinct after Captain America; The Winter Soldier. This movie introduces two new villians, one which may have a devastating effect on the world as they know it.” I answered and she nodded.

“What was the biggest challenge with taking on this role?” She asked and I nodded.

“Umm, well the workout regime wasn’t fun. Being in spandex just outlines every little nook and cranny of your body and I’ll tell you I actually slept in the gym once. Like I went, worked out practically the whole day and then took a nap in the locker room. It was honestly sad.” I said and she laughed and let out a little “Oh no!” as a joke.

I continued, “I also had some difficulty getting into my character. Jessica and I aren’t very alike in the fact that she’s very cold, and calculated. Nothing she does is without cause. She doesn’t go for a walk in the park just because it’s a nice day like I would but if she was to walk in the park it would be for some unknown reason. It’s just difficult to not smile. Every time Tony Stark would make a joke I would crack up and then realize, wait Jessica never laughs.” I said and she smiled. “But once I tapped into my inner Jessica that I think everyone has it was a piece of cake.” I said and she nodded.

“What can people expect when it comes to Jessica’s relationship with John, the trailer didn’t touch too much on that?” She asked and I smiled.

“Well that’s because it’s supposed to be a surprise.” I said and she laughed.

“Ohhh come on! Give us something!” She begged and I laughed.

“Ok ok!” I joked. “All I can say is that Jessica and John's relationship is as cute as a button.” I said, clearly referencing Harry’s old music video character Marcel.

“How long did it take you to think of that one?” Harry asked quickly as he walked by. I laughed and loudly yelled to him “The whole ride here!”

“I love the relationship you two have? Can we expect sparks to fly from the screen to real life?” She asked and I smiled.

“No, Harry’s too much of a dork for me.” I said before our time was cut short and it was time for me to go into the theatre.

Once I walked inside I was lead to my seat. The theater was large, with two sections, the floor section for the cast, crew, family and friends, and the mezzanine section for the lucky members of the public who got seats and for critics. The floor section was spit in half with a hall in the middle. I was sat on the floor, the right half of the theater, four seats into the row. To my left was my mom, next her my younger sister and my dad next to her. My dad stood up and hugged me was I walked over. He was wearing a boring black suit which he clearly rented as I know he doesn't own a suit.

“This is amazing Rachel, I’m so proud of you.” He said as he squeezed me in his arms.

“Thanks Dad. Also let me guess, you rented that tux two days ago?” I joked and he smiled.

“Three but nice try.” He said and I smiled.

“You do realize I signed a three movie contract right? And that doesn’t count the Avengers movies and the other individual ones I’ll be in right? You should probably just buy a suit.” He said and he smiled.

“Yeah I probably should.” He said as my sister stuck her head around to see me.

“This kind of rocks. I saw just saw Iron Man walk by, Iron Man Rachel.” She said and I laughed. She was wearing a electric blue dress that came to about mid thigh, the straps crossed across her chest from her waist and had a triangle cut out on her upper stomach. She wore white heels that had one white ‘x’ going across her toes and another white ‘x’ across her ankles made with the straps from the heels. Her bag was a large, white backpack style bag that probably held her camera and phone.

“Yeah, he’s in the movie.” I said sarcastically and she rolled her eyes. “Yeah but I didn’t think I would see him.” She said and I shook my head as I moved passed her and over my mom to get to my seat.

Once I sat down my mom took my hand in hers. She was wearing a knee length form fitting black dress. The dress came up to her neck and was sleeveless. The fabric was a sheer black lace that had horizontal zig-zag designs going across it down till the knees where it flared out slightly like my dress. She was wearing black heels that had one black strap across the toe and one around her ankle. Unlike me and my sister she didn’t have a bag, she must have put all her things in with my sisters.

“I can’t tell you how proud I am of you, you were so hard on yourself when you were growing up. I know that I probably didn’t make that any easier as I was always on your case about losing weight but I always believed you were destined for big things. And here we are, I was right!” She joked and I laughed. “Call it moms intuition.” She said and I smiled, leaning over to kiss her cheek.

“Love you mom, thanks for always being there for me.” I said and she smiled, squeezing my hand in recognition.

I felt a tap on my shoulder from my right and I looked over to see Harry and his mom and sister sitting down beside me.

“You think we have to say anything? I’ve only ever done this once before but I got out of it because it was only Chris and Finn that had to talk. But like now it’s Patty and you and possibly me. Also I didn’t prepare anything. Did you?” Harry rushed as he sat down. I looked over at his mom and she was rolling her eyes at her son's antics.

“No one told me I would have to say anything. So I’m assuming I’m not. Don’t worry though, if they ask us to speak you do the same as always. Thank your family, you literally wouldn’t be where you are without them, thank the cast and crew for the helpful tips and for making the film the best it could possibly be, thank the director for being the creative mastermind behind everything and knowing exactly how to make everything perfect, and last thank the fans for doing what they would do, they’re the best fans in the world and without them constantly asking questions and asking for more we wouldn’t be able to answer them in the best way we know possible, through the films we make. See, easy.” I said and he nodded. It was the normal thank you speech. What everyone says when they get up in front of the crowd. Not that it all wasn’t true. The cast is amazing, always there to help me when I was confused about literally anything. And crew did an amazing job on the movie. Literally without them we wouldn’t be sitting in this theater. Family is always on the list to thank, they either motivated you by pushing you and helping you become the best you could be or they motivated you by not believing in you. Either way you always thank the family. And you can never forget the fans. Seeing as they are not only the ones who help us get a paycheck but without them constantly wanting more we wouldn’t be able to do what we love.

Before the movie started Patty, our director, got up and gave a speech thanking everyone for coming out. She said how happy she was to work on another superhero movie even though her last movie was for D.C.’s Wonder Woman. She thanked the crew, giving little shout out’s where it was needed. She thanked Tom Holland for being the set prankster, always managing to put a smile on everyone's faces. She thanked Robert Downey Jr. for being our marvel veteran. She thanked Harry for somehow always managing to fall in every scene we shot. And then she thanked me, acknowledging that everyone thought it was a bad idea to cast someone so new to industry in such a big film but ultimately thinking it was the best decision she could have made, and also thanking me for all the creative thought I provided during the filming.

It was my idea to make Jessica Drew bisexual, and to not bi-erase her. When Harry’s character is first seen it because he is woken up from Jessica drunkenly stumbling through the hall of their apartment building with her female one night stand.

After she sat down, the lights dimmed and the movie started. Of course it took an extra few minutes to get my mom and sister to stop drooling over not only Harry but also Tom who was sitting in front of us. Both of them were eating up the attention like stuffed animals. Of course both knew they were off limits. My mom is an angel and my sister is in college and way too young to be with either of them. Also I don’t approve of that so no.

Half way through the movie Harry leaned over and whispered in my ear.

“By the way, I found the perfect person to set you up with.”

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Moving In: “Are you like totally sure this is cool?” You could t help but ask again. Harry tolled his eyes and he set the third box of what you knew was probably makeup into his trunk. “You ask me that again and my answer will change.” He joked and I smiled before stepping forward and smoothing my hand onto his back, rubbing the surface of his grey cotton t-shirt. “Listen, I want to move in with you, seriously nothing would make me happier. I just really want to make sure that you feel the same because you know I was the one who suggested it and I don’t want to you to just be agreeing with me. I want you to want this just as much as I do. And I really don’t want to push you into moving into a space of our relationship that you’re uncomfortable with.” I explained and he sighed before turning to tug me into his arms. “Love, I don’t think I ever feel better than when I wake up next to you, or make breakfast with you, or see your toothbrush next to mine. I want that everyday, I love being domestic with you so stop fuckin questioning my love for you.” He said, starting to joke around towards the end and I smiled and leaned up to kiss his chin. “All right then let’s go get more of my shit.” I said before starting for the stairs again and he sighed. “Okay but like how much stuff do you have?” He asked and I laughed. ~ You sighed and you tried to jam another pair of leggings into the dresser draw. This whole sharing a dresser thing definitely started out as a great idea but is quickly dwindling as you’re realizing you both just have too much shit. “Harry, honey, you know you can probably hang your jeans and sweat shirts right?” You asked and you emptied and entire draw of said items onto the bed. You had noticed all of this as you were looking for alternative ways to store your clothes. “Yeah, but I could also put them in the dresser.” He said poking his head into the room from the walk-in closet. “Ok sure, but I actually have way to many clothes that can’t be hung so you’re actually gonna have to hang them from now on.” You said and he nodded coming over to scoop them up from the bed. “So what’s going in the dresser. Give me the layout.” He said, his back facing you as he walked into what was now both of your closet. You liked that. “Uh, so left is your side, right is mine. Top left drawer is the only exception, has both your underwear and socks plus my socks. Top right has my bras and underwear. Then middle is shirts and bottom is pants.” You said and you heard a “mmm-hmmm” in approval.  “Need any help in the closet?” You called and he replied with a quick no. “Alright then I’ll get started on dinner k?” You called as you started to walk out of the room. “Sounds good babe!” You heard him call back and I smiled as you walked down the stairs to the kitchen. You really enjoyed being domestic with Harry so far.

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Part 7

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“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.”

Punk Harry Series Part 17

Part 16

Masterlist

Y/B/N= Your Brothers Name

Birth:

You never really were a huge fan of kids. You could never pinpoint your exact reason for disliking them, maybe it was how loud they were or maybe it was how you never really knew what was ok to say to them and what was not. Either way, you weren’t the biggest fan and having a huge family was not ideal.

You always thought that you were probably going to go your whole life without having any. And of course you knew that if whoever you ended up with did what kids you would rethink the decision but for the time being, you were fine with the future of none.

So you knew when you got together with Harry that eventually you would have to talk to him about the whole children thing you just never thought you’d be pregnant before you had that talk. So after the first two weeks went by and the first initial shock of holy shit I’m gonna have a baby passed the two of you sat down and hashed it out. You decided almost everything, this was going to be an open family. No pushing heterosexuality, no gendering anything, no religion being forced onto anyone, open communication, and a judgement free zone. You had grown up in a household where none of that was present, Harry was slightly luckier than you but for the most part your childhood was similar and you didn’t want the same for your child.

Then a few months later you and Harry had a very small wedding in LA. Only Harry’s family, your coworkers, the band, and your brother showed. Your father had insisted that he wanted no part of your life if you weren’t abiding his wishes and, in your mind, well good riddance. You had a small wedding, party of thirty people, and you had a fucking blast.

In all honesty it wasn’t even really a wedding, no one got dressed up. You didn’t even wear a white dress, it was just like a small gathering where you hung out with who you considered your family. A few days after you signed the license and called it a day.

You were reminiscing on that day when Harry burst through the door of the house holding some big piece of wood with at least 12 nails in it.

“How the fuck can I set up one of the most complicated security systems to date but not be able to set up a fucking swing set?” He groaned throwing the wood to the ground and face planting onto the couch next to you, his face landing about two inches from your thigh. You smiled as you paused the movie you were barely watching and forced your fingers through his long hair.

“Do you need some help?” You asked and he sighed and he pushed himself up slightly before leaning forward so his nose dug into your thigh.

“Love, your due in like a week, you can’t be out there helping me put together this ridiculous piece of shit.” He spat and you smiled.   

“I can read you the directions that we both know you tossed aside.” You said and he looked up at you and smiled.

“I guess that would be ok but we’re getting you a chair, you shouldn’t be standing that long. Lord fucking knows we’ll be out there for at least an hour. Fucking, dumb thing.” He muttered as he walked away to go find you some plastic chair to sit in.

Minutes later he appeared again with a white plastic lawn chair.  He came back over to you and helped you up from the spot on the couch, one handed holding the chair in the other hand. His hand was on your back as he lead you out the back door to the very small backyard the two of you had.

In the beginning of your pregnancy Harry was pretty chill about you going around and doing whatever you wanted. You weren’t really showing much in the the first trimester and sometimes you and Harry both almost forgot you were pregnant at all. But as the baby started to grow, so did his nerves. You would be doing the simplest task and suddenly Harry would be there to help you. You tried to explain to him that you were honestly fine, and you didn’t need any help but he wouldn’t hear it. It was literally dumb things that would stress him out and having him jump up to aid you, things like, reaching for a bowl on the top shelf or stepping into the shower. He would insist that he was either there to help you into the shower or you had to get in when the bottom was still dry and then turn on the water. He said it lessened the chances of slipping, which you knew was bullshit but you had decided to humor him. At least he cared, right?

But lately you couldn’t be more thankful for his theatrical worries seeing as they actually helped. The last trimester you had grown to the size of a fucking watermelon. You had jokingly exaggerated with a few friends that some people at the park mistook you for a air balloon.

So when you were struggling to get out of bed in the morning you truly couldn’t be more grateful that you husband was right there to help haul you up.

You smiled fondly at him as you sat in the chair, reading the instructions to him to help set up this swing set.

“So wait, I’m supposed to use this screw?” He asked and not turning to you but holding up what was clearly a nail over his head for you to see. You smiled as you rolled your eyes, you could swear he was smart.

“No baby, there are no screws here, only nails. And they’re all the same size love, no difference. Harry I don’t know what you’re so confused about, there’s five pieces of wood, you nail them together and then put in the swings.” You said and he groaned before dropping the wood in his hands to the ground.

“Fuck this shit, the baby can play with fucking sticks for all I care. Not even born yet and they’re spoiled as fuck already. You know fuck this fucking shit! For fucks sake! I’m calling John, he can fucking build this.” He yelled in frustration.

“Uh Harry.” You tried.

“No this is bullshit! You’re reading the fucking instructions to me and I’m still confused! I have a fucking masters degree in Behavioral Science and Physical Education and I can’t put a fucking swing set together!?” He yelled again as he swung his foot to kick the swing seat to his left.

“Harry, I’m-” You tried again.

“No Y/N fucking listen this is shit! I’m about the be a fucking father and I can’t do this! If I can’t put together a fucking swing set how the fuck am I going to parent someone?” He asked, finally turning to look you in the eyes. He came to you slower, not noticing how uneven your breath had become or how your hands were clenching the arms of the plastic chair.

“I don’t think I’ve ever said it, but love I’m so scared. How the fuck did I go nine months without talking about how scared I was for this? Like, I’m about to actually be responsible for another human being. Well, we are, can’t forget you but still. Y/N I don’t know if I’m ready for this.” He said, kneeling down on the grass in front of you, his hands coming to rest on your knees.

“This is the part where you tell me I’m being irrational and that I’m going to be a great father and this is all in my head.” He started, his eyes looking into yours. His expression quickly turning from playfulness to worry as he saw you were clearly in pain.

“Uh, yeah what you said.” You choked up, his hands coming up to your hands. He knew something was wrong when he had to pry them from the chair.

“Love, what’s wrong? Are you hurt?” He asked and you shook your head.

“Uh, no, no I think this is normal.” You said, closing your eyes as you tried to even out your breathing, the pain in your lower stomach not easing up quite yet.

“Oh fuck, are you in labor?” He asked, bending his head so his eyes could reach yours.

“Yeah I think so.” You said.

“Ok, ok fuck. Ok, let’s get you inside and then we can start timing them yeah?” He said as he slowly helped you up from the chair, abandoning it in the backyard, his focus now all on you.

“How long apart before we can go the hospital?” He asked as he set you back down in the couch were you were previously.

“Uh, six to seven minutes apart I think?” You asked, looking up as he spun around, his eyes searching for something in the room. He found a nearby book, the cover your recognized as one the pregnancy books he had bought. His eyes skimmed the pages as he flipped through the book.

“Uh, yeah, five to seven minutes apart and we can go.” He said before pulling his phone out and handing it to you with the timer app up on the screen. He then grabbed a blanket off the couch adjacent to where you were sitting and draped it over your body.

You sat on the couch, awaiting the next contraction while he gathered up the baby bag and everything he thought you would need before coming back to you.

He wormed his way between you and the edge of the couch before spreading his legs slightly and pulling you into his lap. Your side was now pressed into his chest and your legs were draped over his thigh. He sat with one arm wrapped around your back and the other resting on your rather large bump, his thumb rubbing circles into the clothed skin.

The two of your sat for hours on the couch, first calling his family to inform them. You were suddenly very happy that they had decided to fly into town and stay in a hotel only an hour away once you hit nine months. You couldn’t imagine having to give birth without Anne there to give you advice or Gemma there to take artsy pics for your instagram later.

You had debated calling your family for a total of twenty minutes before saying fuck it, you only give birth to your first baby once.

Your brother answered and said he would be on a plane within the hour, your mother said she was happy for you and said she would be out as soon as she could but had to get the time off approved from her part time job first (Dad had finally let her get one after Y/B/N moved out), your Dad answered but said he didn’t approve the relationship, and couldn’t approve of this child either.

You then cried for another hour as Harry berated your father over the phone, following another hour of tears that he then comforted you through.

The next few hours consisted of timing contractions and watching Harry Potter movies.

You were at ten minutes apart when Gemma, Anne and Robin walked in the door.

The next seven hours consisted of everyone but you sleeping. You pressed the stop button when your felt another contraction come on, your eyes then darting to everyone around you, Gemma was on the love seat in the corner of the room, he head knocked back and mouth wide open. Robin had curled into the other couch, his back to Anne. Anne, who was clearly starting to wake up, was weirdly just sitting straight up, you weren’t sure how she was comfortable but whatever floats her goat right?

Harry had his nose pressed into your neck so you wouldn't necessarily look at him, but you could feel him snoring, that was for sure.

“Can’t sleep love?” Anne asked, her voice showing that she clearly could sleep. You smiled but shook your head sadly.

“No, sometimes I’ll doze off but then another contraction hits and I’m wide awake again.” You said as you started the timer again, signalling the contraction had ended.

“How's the pain?” She asked.

“Not too bad, just kind of annoying. Like I can definitely feel it, and I cannot sleep through it, but I’m fine for the moment. It’s getting worse though.” You said and she nodded.

“Hungry?” She asked and you smiled.

“I’d kill for some crackers and water right now.” You said and she smiled before standing to get you what you requested.

You spent the next few hours talking with Anne, asking all the questions that had rattled your mind. Everything from what was really the best diapers (you never trusted the commercials cause all of them say they’re the more recommended one so like who’s lying?) to if your vagina would really rip and they would have to sew it back up (which you guess is actually true and you almost threw up).

Before you knew it you were being helped into the back of Harry’s Range Rover (you said it was a cliche but he said it was family safe and looked sick as fuck). Harry was in the back with you while Anne took the drivers wheel, Robin and Gemma deciding to take another car and follow instead of all cramming into one.

Getting to the hospital was uneventful and in all honesty nothing like the movies seeing as the receptionist didn’t even look up, just told you to sit in the waiting room while they readyed a room and waiting for your OBGYN to be called in.

You waited for another hour before Dr. Williams came in, she smiled as she came and shook everyone's hand before coming to have her hands rest against the sides of your stomach.

“How far?” She asked.

“Uh, five minutes from the last one.” You said your breath fairly uneven seeing as the last one had ended only seconds ago.

“Alright, well, let’s get you into a room and we can see how far you’re dilated yeah?” She said, before allowing Harry to help her in helping you up. She waved over a male nurse who had just entered the room with a wheelchair and helped you into it. Harry walking behind you to take control of the wheelchair from the nurse. You heard him thank him but you weren’t truly paying attention.

Everything passed in a blur as you were lead into a room and helped onto a hospital gown and then helped into the bed.

Gemma and Robin sat outside the door, Anne and Harry being the only ones in the room as you were checked to see how far your were.

“Alright well, Y/N?” Dr. Williams said, trying to get your attention. You looked up to her before nodding to show that she had it. “You’re only at four centimeters, you need to be at ten.” She said and you nodded.

“How long should that take?” Harry asked, his fingers threading through your hair as he pulled it into a messy bun on top of your head.

“Anywhere from twelve to forty eight hours really. Babies like to take their time.” She said shrugging her shoulders as you let out a groan. “And you still want to do this naturally correct Y/N?” She asked and you nodded.

“Natural birth is a beautiful thing and the body knows what it’s doing.” You said, almost in a chant.

“Of course, well, if you change your mind don’t be afraid to call for me. I’ll come back in a few hours to check on your progress. For the mean time, although it may be hard, try to get some sleep. You’ve got a long night ahead of you.” She said and you nodded before she left the room. Gemma and Robin quickly replacing her.

Throughout the whole thing you had this painful urge to push, like you had the biggest shit to take and you body just wanted it out. But you knew that you shouldn’t so you just forced yourself to do the dumb breathing techniques that you had learned in the birthing classes Harry had forced you two to take.

Harry, who of course was being absolutely perfect, was right next you breathing in the dumb way with you. Of course now no one was getting on your nerves more than he was.

You knew that if you got up a took and walk it would help speed along the labor process but the boy wouldn’t let you get up. He insisted that he wanted you in that bed the whole time cause what if the baby falls out on one of these walks?

You managed to convince him otherwise and he followed you around on your walk with the wheelchair the whole time.  

It took a full thirty hours for you to become fully dilated and when you did you weren’t sure if it was the contractions of the nervous butterflies that hurt worse.

You sighed through another contraction as two nurses set up the stur-ups around you. Harry’s familiar face soon gracing your presence, only this time he was decked in a blue hospital gown and poofy hat.

For the next three hours you screamed, and cried, and probably bruised Harry’s hand and ripped his shirt. You cursed at Harry and his semen, then apologized, then cried some more.

And then, the world stopped as you heard a cry.

(I’m crying omg)

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