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•this album is everything -pics my own!
•i need to continue reading duplicity that book is life altering
I’m not like other girls, I listened to The 1975 cover of What Makes You Beautiful instead of the 1D version
I feel like I’m on a fever dream episode of icarly that I was kidnapped onto. also my organs hurt and I’m shitting glitter.
mcr fan listens to 1d for the first time lets see how this goes
I freaking miss them. :(((((((
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Alright hey! So, I’m an English lit student and amongst all the writing, I’ve to do academically, I wanted to write something for fun and this seems like a good idea and I’m completely gone for Harry Styles. So, why don’t you guys hit me up with some requests and I can get something up! Give me a try, I won’t disappoint you! (Also, I’m comfortable with anything)
Flight to Los Angeles
“Ma’am, would you like a paper or magazine?” the flight attendant asked me. I, distracted, looked up from my computer and shook my head. I had a lot of reading left to do for my research paper and also, had my book deadline coming up next month, which wasn’t helping my situation either. It was a 13 hour flight to LA and I planned to make the most of it. I felt the seat next to me dip and I sucked a breath in. It was alright, I didn’t need to get all excited now. “I’m a professional writer, screaming will be bad for my image.” I kept repeating this thought in my head and I smiled as he smiled back.
I realized after an hour of sipping wine and working on my laptop, I had calmed down enough to look to my right again. He was sipping his drink while reading a classic. I met his eyes the moment I turned my head and he closed his book. “Don’t you love long hour flights?” He asked.
“Not really, don’t enjoy sitting in one place…” I replied, pushing my laptop away and relaxing my neck.
“Would you like another glass of wine, ma’am?” The flight attendant looked like an angel with a bottle in her hand.
“Yes please” I replied as I gave my glass to her.
“What’s your name?” he asked, his voice husky as ever.
“Y/N, Y/N Y/L/N” I replied, sipping once more for confidence.
“I’m..”
“Harry Styles, I know..”
“And, I was worried you didn’t know me!” He smirked. I swear my heart started beating faster.
I took another sip, “Who doesn’t?”
He nodded and started playing on his phone and I pulled the laptop closer to me.
“So, you’re a writer.” He spoke again.
“Did you just google me?” I asked astonished.
“N-No No..” he stuttered and pushed his phone away. “I’ve read your work.”
“Really?” I laughed, he was being cute now. “Which one have you read?”
“The Last Night…It was amazing!” He smiled proudly.
“Hmm…what did you like about it?” I asked, this was getting funny and I couldn’t control my smirk.
“Everything! The romance, the characters, the plot, the comedy”
“It was a murder” I said and his face fell. “But, it was a good try…” I smiled.
He didn’t talk for the next 45 minutes and I felt a bit guilty. “I’m a big fan of your work” I said as we finished dinner.
“Yeah?” He questioned.
“Since Xfactor honestly! Love your music..”
“What was my audition song?” He smirked.
“Isn’t she lovely, I can even tell you about the subjects you were planning to take in college.” I told him as he bit his lip.
“Damn-it!” He hit the seat in front of him. The person turned behind with a frown and he apologized. “I’ll have to read your book now!” he ruffled his hair.
“Hmm..” I laughed. We talked rubbish through the entire journey, ordering more wine and I must say, it was an awfully short flight.
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I know my writing style is a bit different and this one was quite small but, this is just the beginning. Hit me up with requests (smut will do too) and I won’t disappoint you!
All the loves.
#51 Milkshake and Concert Tickets (Harry Styles)
Summary: The one where Y/N makes killer milkshakes, and Harry is a little sad.
Snippet: “You know, I make an awesome Belgium chocolate milkshake which is amazing for heart breaks,” I looked up to meet the eyes of the cafe girl wiping glasses. 24/7 this cafe remained open, this girl looked around my age, was it even safe for her?
“Who said I had a heartbreak?” I asked, keeping my voice a little different. I wasn’t in shape to be Harry Styles just this moment.
“It’s killer for midnight blues even,” She said, stocking the glasses back on the shelves.
“It’s extra calories.”
“You’ll burn em,” She laughed. Did she know who I was? I was glad she wasn’t focusing it on that, at least.
“I’d love one.” I saw her work around the shop. Putting one scoop of ice cream, then another, milk, then sugar - I’d need an extra session at the gym tomorrow.
“There you go,” she placed the heavenly looking glass in front of me. God, it’s amazing.
“It’s good,” I nodded. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” She took a seat at the counter and opened her book. Something something…empire.
“What is that book about?” I asked.
“Oh, Britain and its colonies.” She said, taking a sip of the coffee in her glass.
“Of how great it was?” I laughed.
“How it became great by ruining everything else,” I shut up.
—-
“Harry, I don’t know what happened. I don’t know what happened to me. It just..happened. And, I’m so so ashamed of myself.” This is how I was still awake at 4 AM. I’m confused if it was an involuntary decision of accepting to meet her in a coffee shop after midnight or there was something left between us.
“Please say something, Harry!” I tried to get myself incognito. I figured the black hoodie and the track pants hid me and my emotion burning inside pretty well in the mirror. “I know you’re mad at me. I know you hate me right now. But,” I wanted to hit her. I wanted to take her to the top floor and push her from there. She did the same to my heart. “It wasn’t technically even cheating, Harry,”
“How many types of cheating are there? You had your tongue pretty much down his throat, his hands on your bare ass, both naked. That pretty much is cheating.” I tried controlling my tears. Crying wasn’t good, crying made you look weak. It didn’t matter if you thought that maybe crying was relieving, refreshing, the world saw it as weak. She saw it as weak.
“We weren’t even together, Harry!” Fuck. Of course. Because I didn’t ask if she’d be mine officially. All the dates, messages, late nights, kisses, fuck.
“Why are we having this discussion then?” I asked. Before she could say anything else, “Just go.” She is leaving. Last chance. Should I? Would I want to stop her? …No.
This is the fourth one, Harry. The last one had a problem with the term girlfriend, the one before that with fame, the one before that found me too available. Shit, shouldn’t bang my head on the table. It hurts now.
“You know, I make an awesome Belgium chocolate milkshake which is amazing for heart breaks,” I looked up to meet the eyes of the cafe girl wiping glasses. 24/7 this cafe remained open, this girl looked around my age, was it even safe for her?
“Who said I had a heartbreak?” I asked, keeping my voice a little different. I wasn’t in shape to be Harry Styles just this moment.
“It’s killer for midnight blues even,” She said, stocking the glasses back on the shelves.
“It’s extra calories.”
“You’ll burn ‘em,” She laughed. Did she know who I was? I was glad she wasn’t focusing it on that, at least.
“I’d love one.” I saw her work around the shop. Putting one scoop of ice cream, then another, milk, then sugar - I’d need an extra session at the gym tomorrow.
“There you go,” she placed the heavenly looking glass in front of me. God, it’s amazing.
“It’s good,” I nodded. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” She took a seat at the counter and opened her book. Something something…empire.
“What is that book about?” I asked.
“Oh, Britain and its colonies.” She said, taking a sip of the coffee in her glass.
“Of how great it was?” I laughed.
“How it became great by ruining everything else,” I shut up.
With half my drink down, “Can I ask you something?” She looked around wondering if there was anyone else she was talking to.
“Sure,” She closed her book.
“Why are you working so late at night? It’s not exactly very safe.”
“Before you get any ideas, I will warn you that I’m a black belt, and I can slap real hard.” She said with a straight face and then giggled. I took a deep breath, smiling a bit. Could she see, under my hoodie? “Well, I was free this month because my UNI gives time off for writing my dissertation. So, I took the night shift and changed my sleeping schedule.”
“A lot of trouble for a night shift?” I questioned.
“It pays more, and I needed the money,” She smiled.
“Paying for the UNI?” I asked. I was seriously blessed.
“Umm no,” She shook her head. “Parents got that covered. It’s for my own interests.”
I smiled, taking my hoodie off, watching if her smile changed. It didn’t, “Tell me more,” She laughed.
“Well, you see there is a concert this month, and this girl at school, she can’t go, and she is selling her ticket. I want to buy it. But, I just feel too guilty asking my parents to pay £150 for a concert ticket so, I plan to use my daily pocket money and then, cover up my daily expenses from this job. I will actually come out with more money in the end so, it isn’t a bad deal.” She said, the last thinking more to herself.
“The concert is that important?”
“It’s my dream! I’ve waited seven years to see him perform live. In person live, cause Media just doesn’t do it. It’ll be my first big star concert as well. Plus, he is a brilliant performer so, this late night is worth it.” She looked at me with big eyes of excitement, “Do you want me to make you another one?”
I looked at the glass. A double extra lesson at the gym it is, “Yes, please. It is magic.”
“I told you.” She got working.
“So, when are you writing your dissertation?” I asked.
“I’m trying to in the afternoon and the evening. Unfortunately, London made me a morning person, but it’s all about habit. I have all my material set now, so I just have to get typing.” She kept talking while making the milkshake. It was 5 AM.
“Hello, could I get to Cappuccino’s to go, please.” A lady came in, and I put my hoodie back on.
“Of course, late night flight?” She asked.
“A little too late. My husband’s fanatic as well. Three hours before the flight is mania!” The woman laughed.
“Oh no,” The girl shook her head so, easily conversing with strangers. “I have an uncle who took us five hours before, and the flight got delayed. Your husband is an angel!”
“Five hours! What did you do?” She asked.
“Oh, we ate and talked. Do look for the sleeping benches. They’re located closer to the boarding area. We discovered ‘em too late. There you go, two Cappuccinos!” The lady gave her the money, and some extra tip in the jar.
“I will look for the sleeping chairs first!” the woman laughed.
“Have a safe flight!” The girl waved, so cheerful at 5 AM. “Your milkshake is almost ready! What were we talking about?”
“It’s your first concert?” I asked, shocked a bit.
“Oh yeah! You see, not technically cause, I have gone for the local bands before, but this one is the huge one. I always found the ticket money too obscene. Back home and, here as well. I just can’t give this one up.”
“It’s a dream,” I remembered as she placed the second glass in front of me.
“It is!” She went back to washing everything and keeping it in place while I devoured my shake. “It is like one of those things that you know is too expensive, but you just can’t let it go. Not that I couldn’t afford it,” She was talking a bit to herself too, “but, my parents are paying an obscene amount for College, and it is my post graduation, and then living in London isn’t cheap. And, it’s my obsession. I can’t waste their money on it. If it was my money, it was money well spent, but it isn’t. I’m hoping it’s worth it, at least. He is said to be an angel on stage.”
“Who is this person you’re talking about? Ed Sheeran, umm who else is performing -”
“What time is it?” she looked at the clock. “5:30, well my shift gets over at 6 so, if you want another shake, tell me now!”
“What do you put in this shake? It’s so calming.” I leaned my head back. My heartache seemed to just escape in this ecstasy.
“It works for me, as well! It’s the chocolate, I feel!” She laughed.
“Oh wait, let me pay up since, you’re finalising accounts,“I said, taking out my wallet and giving her a card. She didn’t say anything after she saw my name even. I hardly had such interactions these days.
“There you go,” She gave the card back.
“You know working at night isn’t so bad either. You get to know so many stories. Just yesterday, I had this old woman who came in with a picture of her husband. She ordered for two butterscotch ice creams and kept one for herself, and one in front of the picture. She told me that this was the only memory she had of him that she could remember. Late night butterscotch ice cream to make the memory a little clearer. Like wiping a foggy glass with every bite. I write stories, it’s what I want to do in future as well. You find something new every night.” She smiled, with a dreamy look on her face.
“I really hope that concert is the best night of your life,” I said. Finding a sudden calm to my heart as well.
“I hope too. He never disappoints. I hope it is as magical as that milkshake,” She said with a look of positive belief.
“I’m not late! I know I’m not late!” The door banged open, and we both turned to see an older woman coming in.
“You’re not! You still have five minutes!” The girl laughed.
“Oh thank god! And please sleep when you get home! And, quit the job at the studio! Or quit this one! I’m worried about you! When do you sleep, when do you study! It’s LSE, you can’t give them shit. And when do you eat!” The woman kept talking to herself as she went inside.
“You work two jobs?” I looked at her with wide eyes.
“Just this month, it’s an expensive ticket!” She shrugged smiling.
“You study at LSE?” I asked.
“Yep.” The woman came back, “I’ve set everything to go, so there is not much to do. The truck will arrive in a while so, you’ll have to restock.” She picked up her jacket and her bag. “Are you sure I can’t get you anything else?” She asked, again and I just shook my head. “Well, it was lovely meeting you!” She nodded and walked off.
“Hey!“I called out as she pulled the Cafe door. "You didn’t answer my question.” She frowned, tilting her head, “Who is the artist?”
“Oh, I just served two magical milkshakes to him. Lovely meeting you, Mr Styles!” She smiled and closed the door, behind her. I took a seat, just shocked.
—
“Y/N” Maria called me as I entered the shop for my night shift. I hope I didn’t screw anything up since my last work boss was cross with me today. “That guy you like, Harry Styles. He dropped this letter for you. Asked your name and everything. Two girls sitting here went absolutely crazy and then, I realised.
Shocked and a little ecstatic, I took the envelope from her hand. It was in his official paper and his handwriting!
Dear Y/N,
Attached behind are two concert tickets, front row to my show here in London. I hope you have more magical nights in this city, just like that milkshake. I’ll take care of this one.
Thank you for ‘em, Harry
— Please tell me what you think about this?
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Eloped
“Good Evening! Good Evening! Good Evening Everyone!” James Corden welcomed his audiences, both live and the ones watching the telecast, through the thunderous applause.
The applause slowly died down, before James continued,
“Good Evening Everyone! Welcome to The Late Late Show. I am your host James Corden, and we have an amazing show lined up for you.”
More applause followed.
“Our first guest tonight, also our only guest tonight, is someone with whom I personally have a bone to pick. He has created a lot of uproar across the internet and the world in past few weeks, that he managed to crash Instagram. Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome the newly or not so newly hitched NIALL HORAN!”
Niall walked on to the stage, waving his hand toward the crowds and camera. He did a semi bro hug with James before making himself comfortable on the sofa.
The applause subsided, except few hoots and claps here and there.
“Welcome Niall!”
“Hey! James!”
“Don’t ‘Hey! James!’ me.”
Niall let out a nervous laugh.
“Care to explain this?” James continued and pointed to the screen. It was the acceptance speech he gave at the AMAs a few weeks ago.
“...I would also like to thank my wife. Thank you, Bells, for standing by me. For giving me the push and pull when I needed it. For being by strength, my support, my heart, my soul. You make me a better man and I cannot express the love I feel for you in any words. Thank You! Thank You all! Have a great night!”
“As you declare your love for your wife, about whom no one seems to have any idea, I mean look at Louis’s face-”
The screen started showing Louis’s confused ‘What?’ reaction to Niall’s declaration of love.
“His reaction has ended up being a meme!” James exclaimed showing various contexts. Niall let out a hearty laugh.
“Not only Louis, look at the reaction of others in attendance.. there’s Taylor- classy Taylor surprise reaction, there’s Liam- he too has managed to become a meme.” James showed various artist’s reactions to Niall’s speech.
“Yeah. I mean... what can I say? Yeah.” Niall tried to play it off.
“What can you say? Well, you can always start with the fact that how you ended up being married while the rest of the world thought that you were enjoying the bachelorhood.”
The audience cheered.
“When the hell did you get married?”
“It been almost more than six months.... actually no.. it’s been eight months.” Niall confessed.
“Eight months?” James exclaimed. “Eight months?” James looked baffled.
“Yeah!”
“How come we didn’t know about? Where was my invitation? Did it get lost? How did you send it? The courier company are going to hear from me very soon?” James bombarded Niall.
“Well....” Niall hesitated.
“Well what?”
“There was no invite?” It came out as a question.
“What do you mean there was no invite? How was I suppose to attend your wedding without invitation? Did you even invite me? Did I make it to the final guest list?”
“There was no guest list... there was no invite. Me and Bella had eloped.” Niall finally admitted.
His confession caused a lot of uproar of applause and hoots in the audience. James was speechless.
“I should be congratulating you. I’ll do that once I can completely process this information. But why on earth will you do that?”
“Well, she wanted a small and intimate wedding, I also wanted the same. But it was an impossible task, considering that we both have extremely large families. So, the only way we could do it was if we disappointed some of the family and friends or we disappoint all of them. We went for the later option.”
This earned a laugh from the audience.
“How did your family take it? When did you tell them?”
“We told them as soon as we came back home from our honeymoon-”
“So you had a honeymoon too? How thoughtful!”
“Actually it was a vacation, but we ended up marrying, so our vacation turned into honeymoon.”
“Alright. How did your families take it? We they disappointed with you as I am right now?”
“My folks were disappointed and hurt... but they understood our reasons. It took them some time, but they accepted it.”
“What about her folks? Were they convinced as easily as yours were?”
“Eh... Not really.”
“Yeah? How did they take the news?”
“Let’s just say that I literally ran for my life”
Harry Styles. Love on Tour.
status = missing one direction
Not pleased.
Pleasing is hella shady; between the ownership, the timelines, the odd promotional choices, it's confusing. These are some of the things I'm stuck on.
On the back end of the business side:
- Pleasing, the trademark, was registered in April 2021 in the US, two days after Jeffrey Azoff's subsidiary Empty Leg, LP was registered in the State of Delaware. Jeffrey also owns the entity Emptyleg Manager, LLC
- Emptyleg Manager II, LLC entity is owned by someone named Osborn Curry; will update as we find more info UPDATE Osborn Curry works under THE AZOFF MUSIC COMPANY LLC. Both entities are confirmed owned by the Azoff family.
-Pleasing, the trademark was registered in the UK in May 2021 by Emptyleg, LP.
- Pleased As Holdings Limited was registered in May 2021 in the UK, by Harry Styles, and lists himself and his assistant Emma as directors. Erksine Records owns all the shares to Pleased As
- Pleasing websites were registered in June 2021
-Note: Pleasing is not an actual company at this point in time. It is solely a trademark registered by Emptyleg, LP in the US and UK. On Pleasing’s website, they call the entity that houses Pleasing, DBA Pleasing. DBA stands for “Doing Business As” which allows a company to operate under an alias.
As far as promotion, I think we've all been confused.
- Pleasing digital billboards dropping after Harry's Arizona show with very little fanfare, and the billboards showing up in London
- Pleasing.com going live at 3 am NY/ midnight LA time with zero promotion which is unusual for a celebrity launching any sort of brand. Guerrilla marketing is common (think about Lights Up promo) but this feels different
- Pleasing Instagram, TikTok, and Twitter accounts go live the day after, each platform sharing different images, mission statements, and information about the brand and products
- The business is listed as a lifestyle brand on Instagram, rather than a cosmetics or retail brand, which is unusual for a brand like this (compare Rihanna or Kim's brands)
- Pleasing has been advertising a taco nail truck in LA with no build-up or fanfare and deleting all previous tweets the day after. At the time I'm posting this, Pleasing has 200k followers, 5 days after launching
- Harry Styles himself has not addressed Pleasing verbally until Pleasing promotion went live with the Dazed cover and Instagram video that he narrated of someone painting his nails
- The Dazed photoshoot. Call me crazy, but if the intention of the shoot was to launch Pleasing ... said, why did we get a high fashion editorial of Harry with his nails only visible (not even on display) for 2 out of the 13 pictures?
- Harry’s face and name aren’t on the Pleasing website, only his hands, which … sure
- I can't even talk about the print interview. As much as I love Harry and believe him when he says wallpaper is an inspiration, so much of that article was an HSHQ advertisement for all his projects. It didn't feel much like a conversation with a human being
- The press packs being sent out are confusing to me, also. I'm surprised no one is commenting on how bizarre it is that Harry Lambert is the driving force behind the promotion and the press packs, and how everyone seems to be thanking him and Molly Hawkins, designer of the horrific 360 HSLOT stage. Many people are also thanking Jeffrey Azoff and the Tommys, both the hot one and the other one
Now, I have a lot of thoughts. Most of them revolve around this being an Azoff driven business venture given the current state of company ownership, lack of clarity of how involved Harry is as an owner/investor comes into play when we consider who is promoting Pleasing.
Last week I said to some people that it seemed like this seemed like a Lambert/Azoff collaborative effort more than a Harry Styles passion project. Harry's lack of involvement with the promotion, let alone him not verbally talking about Pleasing.
Given Harry Lambert and Molly, along with Jeffrey and his Full Stop Management business partners, are being thanked in all the promotional messages from people receiving the press packages who, oddly enough, are all Full Stop or Lambert connected, are interesting to me.
Throw in Harry Lambert going live on Instagram and talking about "our" launch, and now Live Nation, another Azoff business venture, sending out promotional emails for Pleasing, this is unusual.
I have a lot of thoughts about how Harry seems to be in an ambassador role for Pleasing, much like he is with Gucci, seeing as he's only really shown up in the merch and the ads, and hasn't spoken about this as a passion.
If anything, I am wondering if this idea started with Full Stop Management, and they registered Pleased As as a way of connecting Harry to Pleasing, without explicitly having him state this was something he wanted to do. It seems like they have let the fandom do what we do best, which is fill in the gaps and make our own assumptions. Harry wears nail polish = Harry registers and company to make and sell them; except, he's never actually said this.
The mission statement, talking about 'community' is quite vague. It looks like they are alluding to the LGBTQIA+ community, but in true Full Stop Management style, they don't want to acknowledge us outright. I personally find the timing of Harry posting a rainbow on his Instagram for the first time in three years right before the Pleasing launch a little off ...
I'm sure I'm missing heaps, but these are my current thoughts. I'll add more as people smarter than I help me realize things, and realize stuff.
Credit to my big brain besties @alwaysyousunflower @finewallsline28 @fwweaky
Is it linked to this? IDK. https://jayjeebee.tumblr.com/post/663450748271673344
I want to kiss you. I want to breathe you in. Can I taste your soul?
- HB
That transformation though
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1D Monthly Fic Roundup
Hi, and welcome to the 1D Monthly Fic Roundup!
We’ve put together this blog to collect all new One Direction fics on a monthly basis, which we will then put into a masterpost that will be posted on the 28th of each month. There’s so many incredible fics and incredible fests going on, this blog is a chance to put all those fics in one place to ensure that fewer fics slip through the cracks!
Please note the following:
This is a submission-based list. The mods will not be monitoring any blogs or using a specific tag to track down new fics. Only fics that are submitted to the blog will be included in the monthly posts. Fics included will be listed in the order they’re submitted to us. If you are submitting on behalf of a writer, please have their consent to do so.
Please submit your fic and rebloggable fic post (if you have one) through a submission to this blog. If we received your submission, we will reblog your post. If the post has not been reblogged, please contact the blog via ask.
Your fic must be tagged appropriately. The roundup will include title, pairing, rating, word count, summary, as well as links to your fic and Tumblr post.
All One Direction pairings are welcome including gen, as long as the main pairing includes one member or former member of One Direction.
We will post the roundup on the 28th day of each month. In order to be included, your fic must be a new fic published in the same month you submit the fic to us. If your fic is published after the 27th of the month, your fic will be included in the following month’s post.
If your fic is a work in progress, we will include your fic twice: once when you publish your first installment and then a second time when you complete the fic. Please note we will not include it for every update of the fic.
If your fic is anonymous, you as the writer can choose to either submit it during the month it first posted and it will be listed as anonymous OR during the month it is revealed if it’s in a different month than it was posted.
If you are a fic fest moderator, you can submit a link to a masterpost for us to reblog, and the fest will be included as part of the monthly roundup post as links to the collection and masterpost. Please wait until the fest is completed before submitting.
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The boy who lost his smile
Echoes
She was just a normal girl, trying to have the best summer of her life before graduating. He was just a lad looking for a drink at night, trying to keep steady of his hectic life.
Y/N grew up in a conservative family in the Philippines. Where independence was a key idea handled carefully. Niall grew up in a small town in Ireland where he was taught to love and think freely.
Both of them were headstrong and clashed, but what if fate had different plans and led both of them to discovering new secrets, mere echoes running through their heads.
Chapter 1: Drunken Misadventures
London. 12:04 AM
The dimly lit pub washed over everyone’s faces as a pop song was swaying its way to everyone’s ears on the dance floor. The sound has picked up and the people started to dance wilder than before. The show has just started and I was not in the mood to dance.
“Um, excuse me!”
I try to shout above the loud song playing in the pub. The barista doesn’t notice me and instead continues to chat up a young woman in the bar. I roll my eyes and sip the last of my beer and put it down the table. I scan my eyes over the room to find my friend. She was grinding on some clueless dude, probably a stranger she just met, and was dancing crazily. She caught my eye and waved, the beer she was holding was empty and she was crazily waving it around as she tried to signal me to come to the dance floor with her. I mouthed an “I’m okay” to her although I don’t think she understood, she just looked behind her and started to snog the guy she was grinding
Typical Sage.
“Hey can I-“ I try to start to get another bottle of beer but I’m cut off by a young man who just arrived and sits beside me
“Yo! Ethan how you doing?!” The stranger shouts to the barista.
The barista turns away from the young woman he was chatting and moves in front of the stranger that just arrived.
“EY! Horan! How you been bro?” The barista replies while doing a handshake with the stranger.
“Doing good! Just got back from a gig! How about you? Saw you chatting up that lady over there.”
“Nah man. Nothing can ever compare to how you doing. You’ve been the talk of the town bigshot. Here, this one’s on me.” He hands the stranger beside me a bottle of beer and I’m beyond pissed. This guy just gets to the bar and easily gets a bottle of beer? Hell no I’ve been here all night and the barista’s getting on my last nerve. They start to continue their conversation but I cut them off
"Excuse Me!" I shout. They both turn to me, but I only focus on the barista who is getting annoyed at the fact I just interrupted their conversation.
“Yes ma’am? Can I get your order?” He gives me a fake smile
“Hi. Can I have another bottle of beer please?” I sarcastically say and he rolls his eyes. He hands me another bottle of beer. He’s probably just pissed off because this was like the 6th beer I had ordered this night and I was nowhere near finished.
“Thank you. That wasn’t so hard was it?” I smile fakely at him and quickly turn back around to look after my friend just before he could ask for my payment.
The strange man beside me chuckles.
“Don’t worry Ethan, this one’s on me.” The strange man says while handing him some money and then turns around looking at the dance floor.
“So, what brings you here?” The stranger beside me says now facing to turn me, clearly trying to start a conversation with me but I just roll my eyes and ignore him. I’m so done with boys trying to win our hearts by buying us free drinks and then acting like they can just pick us up like a damsel in distress.
He chuckles. “Come on, it’s the least you can answer seeing as I just bought you a drink.”
Woah. Cocky much?
“Look, just so you-“ just as I start to chew off the ear of this cocky bastard and as I turn to him, I realized this was no ordinary guy. This guy had a pint on his hand, wearing a blue and white striped shirt, khaki bomber jacket and some khaki shorts but what really threw me off were those blue eyes any girl would fall for.
This was NIALL FREAKING HORAN!!!! HOW DID I NOT REALIZE THAT?! “U-um…” I stutter as I start to realize who this guy was.
I turn to look back to the dance floor, trying to distract myself from not realizing that this stranger was Niall freaking Horan. He notices my awkward state and turns back to looking at the dance floor.
“Sorry- didn’t want to scare you love” He says and sips his pint.
“N-no I’m sorry, I didn’t realize. I thought you were just some random guy trying to pick up a girl like me all alone by the bar clearly waiting for a date but I’m not. And you just went here and easily got a bottle of beer- Oh gosh, I’m sorry, now I’m rambling. Just don’t mind me” I manage to spit those words out but oh gosh I’m starting to ramble, I’m such an embarrassment, what the f*ck did I just say?! I get flustered and try to move away from him; I feel like I just scared him away.
But just as I try to move away, he manages to catch my arm and brings me back to his side.
“Hey, don’t worry your pretty little head about it. It’s fine love. Now why don’t we start again yeah?” He asks as he holds me in front of him trying to get me to look at him. I look up and see him staring at me and I lightly blush. He forms a crooked smile as I nodded my head yes. He lets go of my arms and brings his right hand in front of me
“Hi, I’m Niall, nice to meet you.” He says with that smooth Irish accent anyone could fall for. I smile and shake my hand with his.
“I’m Y/N, nice to meet you too.” He smiles and nods his head. He lets go of my hand and leans against the bar.
“So, what brings you here?” He starts again. I can’t believe Niall Horan is staring a conversation with me just after I practically embarrassed myself oh gosh.
“Um, my best friend Sage won tickets to see your show tonight, she had an extra one so she dragged me all the way to London to see your show. We’ve always wanted to travel somewhere before we graduated high school so here we are. She’s a big fan of yours so she’d fly all the way here to see your show.” I chuckle as I see Sage’s drunken ass in the dance floor. She looks to me and waves I wave back with a beer on my hand, she looks beside me and wiggles his eyebrows and winks at me before going back to grinding with another dude. I laugh lightly and get back to the conversation with Niall, I don’t think she even recognized who I was with or else she’d be freaking out.
“Our flight home actually leaves tomorrow so she wanted to hit the club before going back to face reality so here I am.” I laugh lightly and turn back to see Niall smiling at me as I answered his question. There was some peaceful silence between us before I started up another question.
“So what brings the famous Niall Horan to this pub?” He laughs lightly and takes a sip of his beer.
“Just wanted to chill and relax for awhile before touring, it can get pretty hectic.” He chuckles but he brings the conversation back to me.
“You mentioned that you flew all the way to London for my show, where are you guys from?” He asks
“Oh, we’re originally from the Philippines. It’s currently summer there and we didn’t want to laze around for our last summer as high school students so we went here. Our parents were ok with it since Sage is basically like my best friend, we grew up with each other so they were ok letting us go here for the summer, and it counted as a graduation gift as well.” I say and he nods his head understanding
“Philippines huh? We went there with the lads last 2015, it was raining though when we had our concert.” We laughed. I can still remember their concert, it was my first concert and Sage came with me. We had a blast.
“Did you go?” I looked to the dance floor embarrassed. Shucks, now he’s going to know.
“U-uh yeah actually” I blushed putting a strand of my hair to the back of my ear. “I dragged Sage to watch you guys. I had an exam the day before and I didn’t study well because I was too excited.” I chuckled at the memory. “I was a bit far away though, only really saw your faces on the screen but it was worth it.” Niall smiles at the answer and changes the subject quickly knowing it was making me uncomfortable
“I love your beaches though. Quite beautiful. I went to Boracay once and it was amazing.” I smile, not wanting to let my fangirl-ness take over. We all didn’t know he was in Boracay for 2 days and I badly wanted to go there to see him, I was literally a boat ride away from him. If only I’d met him sooner.
“Yeah, I love the beach. I usually go there when I want to have some alone time and just de-stress myself and be at peace. Just looking at the tides going back and forth and the saltwater smell, it’s calming.” I say out of the blue and blush knowing that I probably just embarrassed myself again. He smiles. “Sorry, I’m rambling again” I shake my head
“No need to say sorry love, I think that’s beautiful. A beautiful girl from a beautiful country. Makes sense.” I blush so hard oh gosh I’m so embarrassed. He notices and chuckles
“Touché Horan, that was very smooth.” He then laughs so loud, with his head up and teeth showing, this man is going to be the death of me. His laugh is contagious and I start laughing as well. The laughter dies after a while and both our cheeks are red from laughing.
I look around the dance floor to look for Sage and I can’t find her. I stand up to look for her clearly and find her leaning against a stranger, passed out drunk. The stranger, probably just a passerby looks at her clueless and is scanning the dance floor for someone to help get Sage off. My eyes widen and put my beer back to the bar.
“U-uh, I got to go… help Sage…” I turn to Niall as I point to him the situation. He turns and nods understanding.
“Here… I’ll come help you” He puts his beer down and puts his hand on my back, making me blush but thank God the dimly-lit club won’t let him see, leading me to the dance floor.
I approach the random guy
“Hey, oh gosh, I’m so sorry, let me just get her off.” I say to him. He looks at me with pursed lips as he tries to push Sage to me but she ends up to Niall’s side and leans on him. She looks up at him and squints her eyes
“Y-you look v-veryyyy familiarrrr.” Sage slurs as she touches his cheek. I put my hand on my mouth, feeling embarrassed for Sage. Niall tries to get her to stand up but then she starts to look down and-
“Oh my gosh I am so so sorry Niall!” She just puked on him!!! WTF Sage?! I quickly grab one of her shoulders and put it over my shoulders to support her.
She sways back and forth and I try to steady her but then she leans her full weight on me and I start to stumble back but then Niall is quick to steady me. I give him a shy smile and steady myself. I lead her outside of the club and let her sit down on the pavement as I call for a taxi.
Niall follows us outside and a black car shows up in front of the club.
“Here I asked one of my security to drive you back to your hotel.”
“Oh no Niall you don’t have to, you’ve already done so much-“
“Eh eh, I’m not having it. I just need to make sure both of you get back safely. It’s the least you can do after-“ he then looks down on his shoes and I giggle. Niall’s security opens up the door to the car and we both lead Sage in so she can lay down.
“A-are we home yet?” Sage slurs as she lies on the passenger seat with her arm over her head.
After I get her situated, I turn back to Niall. The security guard stands beside the opened door, waiting for me to get in.
“I can’t thank you enough Niall. This has been such a good night.” I say to him as he puts both his hands on his pants. I start to shiver from the cold night air, signaling me that I have to get to the hotel.
“Oh, here” He says, shrugging off his jacket and putting it over me.
“Y-you don’t have to” I say quietly, feeling overwhelmed by the events that happened tonight. A blush creeping onto my face as I realize I'm actually wearing Niall Horan's jacket.
“Well in exchange for my jacket, you can give me your twitter? Or your phone number? So I can contact you when I get to the Philippines? Hopefully we could meet up” He says stumbling with his words, getting all shy. Oh God, I made Niall Horan shy.
I nod and give him my twitter and phone number. He chuckles when he sees that I already follow him on twitter.
“U-um, I really have to get back to Sage. I’ll see you when I see you yeah?” I say and he nods.
He leans to my face and kisses my cheek. “Thanks for the Night Y/N”
I blush and the security guard leads me in the car. I wave to Niall one last time before the security guard closes the door. The security guard then goes to the driver’s seat and looks back at me
“Where to ma’am?”
“To the Doubletree hotel by Tower of London please” He nods and we’re on our way. I look back at Niall on the pavement watching as the car leaves. When the driver turns to a curb I look back to the front.
Sage leans up from her lying position and leans on my shoulder.
“Did you have a fun time?” She says, eyes closed still trying to get some sleep.
I look down on Niall’s jacket that I’m wearing and pulling it closer to my body. I smile thinking of the night’s events.
“Yes. Yes I did.”
“Good.” She says and then goes back to snoring.
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