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harrystylesimagines
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)
niallhoranimagines
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.. 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)
onedirectionimagines
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.. 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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Dinner date with Harry? I love this dress! Requests open for imagines/preferences.
#1 - Life Of The Party (Harry Styles One Shot)
Music Inspiration : Life Of The Party - Shawn Mendes
Words: 1,851
Harry Styles One Shot : Summary - Explanations of a past mistake which requires an apology.
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“You know…I don’t understand this. I’m going to leave, see you later,” I picked up all my books and walked out of the library. I couldn’t take it anymore. Mitchell’s want of wanting to be better than everybody else and then, flirting with me wasn’t an ideal atmosphere to study in. Not that I had any other options, I was stuck with them for a long time, changing study groups has never been a good idea.
“Can I get the chicken roll, please?” I asked the cafe owner.
“Sure Harry, what would you like to drink with it?” He asked. He was the kindest man at this place. He had this want of feeding people, taking care of them, like a mother.
“Isn’t it too late? I thought asking for a roll was too much…” I shook my head. I didn’t want to be trouble.
“Oh nonsense, what do you like? You like chamomile tea, right?” I nodded. “It’s coming right up.”
I smiled, I couldn’t be more thankful, this is the only place I can expect a good meal. I walked to my usual seat and kept my satchel on the table. Scrolling down my Facebook page, which honestly never made me happy; I mean, I saw my ex-girlfriend with her new boyfriend kissing, my sister uploading more cat photos at home where as I was sitting miles away, my college friends partying last night while I was studying diligently to get the Oscar internship. I just shook my head smiling and kept my phone away, tapping on the desk.
“Could you heat this up, again? I slept off…I’m sorry,” I heard a voice apologizing to the server, Mac, I think.
“No worries, you’re working too hard, why don’t you go home, sleep and then, study?” He asked.
“No, No, I’m fine…have to finish this before I leave. You close in thirty minutes, right? I should be done by…” her voice was so tense and still, so polite.
“Love, it’s okay, take your time, I have the kitchen to clear too, I’ll get this heated,” Mac replied.
She muttered a thank you as he walked away, and I could see her better. It was Rhea, oh my, I tried hiding my head. It was stupid, I was in her direct sight and, changing seats would have been too obvious. She looked up…she recognized me, shit. She gave me a little smile. My eyes met her as she raised her small hand up, to say hi and I looked away, pretending to look at the kitchen. When I turned my head, her head was down, shoulders slumped. I didn’t want to be rude; I don’t have it in me to face her.
“Here’s your food, Harry,” Mac broke the awkward moment and kept my order in front of me. “Anything else? We are closing the kitchen…”
“No, thank you, this…this is enough…” I smiled. He nodded and walked towards Rhea to give her food.
“Please eat it, this time,” He chuckled and walked away. I couldn’t help looking at her again. Blaming it on my seat choice, I saw her taking small bites while she finished her work. Her cheeks were deep red, she didn’t look up once. I finished my food and quickly went to the cashier to pay. I saw her walking out the door quietly, thanking the owner, and not giving me another look.
I thanked him too and walked out into the cold. I had to follow her. Our dorms were in the same building, on the same floor too. She hugged herself close, it was very cold. She had a very nice figure, why didn’t I notice this earlier? God, I’m an idiot. I should talk to her, maybe apologize. I didn’t mean to do it, it wasn’t my fault. Things peer pressure can make you do.
“Hey listen!” I called out to her. Seeing her stopping, I ran up to her. Her eyes met mine, and I couldn’t feel worse. They were wet, her nose a little red. Please tell me, I didn’t cause this. She tucked a flick behind her ear and waited. Oh. “Umm, I was wondering if we could, umm…walk together…it’s late and well, umm…we have the same place to go too.”
She shrugged her shoulders and I took that as a yes. “I wanted to congratulate you! I heard you won the cooking championship.”
“I didn’t actually,” She replied. Oh-oh. “I won the Karate Championship.”
“You know Karate?!” She just raised her eyebrows. Was she always this pretty? Yes, of course she won it, Harry! “Well, sorry, congratulations!”
“Thanks.”
“How have you been?” I asked again.
She shrugged her shoulders again. “I don’t see you around lately,” What? “I meant, like…you used to be quite enthusiastic right…I meant, like in doing stuff! I don’t see you anymore…”
“Does it matter?” she asked.
“Doesn’t it matter to you?”
“Certain somebody kinda crushed it.”
“Oh, well, don’t let some douche bag define what you do or don’t do.
“Really?” She stopped in her tracks and faced me. “Coming from a guy who does everything according to his friends, you’re one to speak.”
I was questing my decision of calling her, now. “Well, you ar-aren’t me.” She started walking again.
“Hey stop. Look, I wanted to apologize…”
“Go on.”
“What?”
“Apologize.”
“I didn’t mean to do it. It was just this phase, you know. Where you want to be liked! I hadn’t ever had to work this hard for people to like me. I was completely out of my zone, here!” I tried, explaining. I’m not positive about this. “And, there you were, and then, my friends asked me to, and, they didn’t like you. You don’t care what people say. You do what you say and whatever you did – they didn’t like it. I was stupid. I’m not with them, anymore. I realise my mistake.”
She started walking faster. “Hey, please wait,” I pulled her arm and made her stand in front of me. She was crying now, tears rolling down her cheeks, her lips pouting a bit. “I’m sorry. Look but, you’re different. You are something else. You are not ordinary like all these other idiots. You stand out, unapologetic for who you are, don’t let these people keep you down. Let me keep you down.”
She kept her head down. “ I know, I’m late, I should’ve come faster, to be honest, I’ve always been a little slow…”
She let out a giggle, and wiped her eyes.
“C’mon. I still remember you dancing at the fresher’s party,” I smiled at the memory.
“It was a horrible party.” She laughed.
“You were the only reason people started dancing. Life of the party, you are.” I picked her chin up. “Don’t let people like me, pop a bubble like you.”
“A bubble?” She frowned.
“Yeah, cause you’re bubbly.”
“Okay.”
We started walking again. I was waiting for her respond to my apology. We climbed up the stairs and walked towards our rooms.
“So do you?” I asked, before she could enter her room.
“Huh?”
“Forgive me? Do you?”
“I kind of forgave you a long back actually.”
I frowned at that. What I did was… She cut me. “I mean, you won’t realise the amount date requests I’ve received since then. I still get letters because, they heard me saying I like them.”
“Yeah but…”
“I know, I know, something about a seeing a girls boob which drives them crazy.”
“Don’t remind me.”
“Really, I thought they’re quite nice. I have had poems written on them. Do you want to see?” She frowned and then, led me inside her room.
“I don’t want to see the poem. And as nice as they are, they should’ve never been seen by people, especially the way I…”
“Yeah, I know. Can’t keep crying about it! I get occasional slut calls too, which is quite strange cause you’ve been the only guy I’ve kissed and that too, wasn’t exactly an ideal first kiss…”
“I was your first kiss!” I stared at her. I couldn’t feel worse about this.
“Yeah, exactly, kinda makes you question the entire idea if girls can actually stand together if they keep using these terminologies which were basically made to degrade women.”
“I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have. God, I’m so sorry.” I sat down on her bed, head down in shame. What did I do!
“Well, I’m over it. So, you’re forgiven, whatever.”
“I can’t reverse it back, can I?” I looked up at her.
“Gosh, are you crying?” She sat down beside me. “Don’t cry, it’s alright, I guess, everybody needs an awaken-er in their life. That was mine. And isn’t this supposed to be the time to make the best mistakes. I was a little too enthusiastic. It doesn’t work that way…”
“No no! That’s it right! You should not be sorry for all of this, for being you. You’re an inspiration, to me at least. You’ve taken the shot, despite it being scary. Remember when you spilled pasta of Mitchell because she was being mean to that guy, umm…Ronald. I knew that wasn’t a slip! That was intentional. You’re not meant to be caged by the rules of this fucking society we are part of! You’re free!” I explained. I think I shouted a bit. “I’m so sorry!” I hugged her. I had to, I had ruined so much for her. I cried into her neck, for the first time not being afraid of breaking down in front of someone. This was her effect on people, her aura was so safe.
“It’s alright,” she combed her fingers through my hair. “I’m alright now. I’m glad you realise your mistake. I’m glad you’re away from those peeps now.”
“Please tell me this won’t cage you, I can’t take the blame…” I muttered keeping my head between her neck and shoulder.
“It won’t. You healed me a lot today.”
“Sorry…”
“Shh…it’s okay. Are you alright?” She asked, pulling my hair.
“Hmm…” I pulled away and wiped my face.
“Good,” She smiled.
“I’m sorry, I stole your first kiss too…”
“It’s okay, it was from a guy I quite fancied so, I’m alright. I’ll make the second one better,” She giggled.
“If it helps, I fancied you too, although, I don’t think I’d be able to describe your boobs in a poem.”
She laughed. At least, her laugh was the same.
“You know, because they’re indescribable,” She raised her eyebrows again. “Maybe, you’re lips…”
“Well, if you do…write a poem about any of my body parts, you’ll have to wait in a line. They’re a lot of letters in front of you.”
“Shit!” I banged my head against my hand. “Hmm, am I still second in for a kiss though?”
“I just forgave you so, the line is closed for now.”
“Oh.” I looked down disappointed. Moving too fast, Harry!
“If it opens again, I’ll let you know.” She nudged.
“So, I’ll wait then.” I nodded, giving her a serious confirmation of my standing first in line, still.
“Yeah, you do that.”
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- theStylesproject
#2 - I’m Yours? (Harry Styles One Shot)
My First Request by a lovely anonymous person. Thank you! I hope you like it!
Word Count : 2,194
Harry Styles One Shot (SMUT) : Summary - Words hurt and Harry has to make up for it.
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“Could you pack all my orders, please?” I asked the bakery owner. He nodded and started wrapping it himself. I was planning to go see Harry at the studio. Might as well just carry some food along for the boys!
The worker loaded the food in my the backseat of my car while I wondered if I should surprise him or call him and then, show up. Surprises are good, right? Surprises with food are perfect!
I walked into the studio with all the bags. Everyone knew me here so, I had a lot of people to meet before, I could go into the studio. I had been ignoring these ones for far too long. I owned studios all throughout the town here as a side business with one of my friends. And, it just happened to be the best, too.
“Hey Y/N!” Niall called out from one corner of the entire floor. He ran up to me and took half my packets. “I love you! I was so hungry!” He laughed.
“There’s a lot of food in there,” I laughed and walked with him to the studio.
“Y/N got food!” Niall announced as we entered the room. I saw Harry’s face shoot up as, everyone else cheered.
“Oh good!” Julian laughed and, took the packets from my hand. “I need some help with the panel here, too. What are we suppose to do with the shift? This is a bit too advanced for my liking. I laughed and showed the feature to him. Harry was right beside me with a frown on his face. “Thanks a lot! This makes it so much easier!”
“Can I talk to you?” Harry whispered pulling me down. I nodded and he pulled me out of the studio. I didn’t like the way he pulled my elbow out. I was not a kid. We were standing in the balcony when, he shut all the doors and stood in front of me. “What are you doing here?”
“Got you food?” I frowned.
“Couldn’t you call?” His tone was flat.
“It wouldn’t be much of a surprise then, I just wanted to see you…”
“Oh, Bullshit Y/N! Stop interfering with my work.”
“Har-that’s not what I was trying…”
He cut me again, “Really! I get it you’re a songwriter, etc but, I don’t want you involved with my work here. Didn’t we clear that out?” He raised his voice a bit. His eyes stared into my face which now held a disgusted look. I just wanted to see him. Just surprise him, I was going to leave after I gave the food and hugged him, maybe. That was not going to happen. “But, you have to show up and show off cause Y/N is the best!”
I flinched. His voice had so much hatred in it. I couldn’t help my tears to fall down and I looked in every direction apart from his face.
“HARRY! COME IN!” Niall shouted. Harry gave me one last look and walked inside. I couldn’t stand straight as I hit the wall, trying to find balance. I couldn’t believe he thought of me like that. I was involved with just one song and never came back again. I was here to just see…I had to leave. I wiped my eyes and walked out of the balcony from the other gate, avoiding the studio.
I couldn’t get his face out of my head. The one I loved hated me and I didn’t know exactly why. Martha, our housekeeper was preparing dinner when I walked in. “I won’t eat Martha, could you just prepare it for Harry? And, I’m going to sleep so, tell him if he asks…” I quickly hugged her and ran up the stairs, keeping my voice straight and now showing her my face.
It was 11pm when, I heard Harry enter. I heard him ask about me and Martha did as told. I heard him enter the room. I didn’t make a sound; I lay quiet, eyes closed, bundled up on my side, away from him. I have no idea what I was expecting now. “Did you eat dinner?” He asked. I didn’t reply and he huffed and walked out. I couldn’t help crying myself to sleep.
I woke up early while Martha was preparing breakfast. I realised, I didn’t want to talk to him. I just couldn’t. What he said was hurtful and degrading when I did absolutely nothing. I got ready as fast as I could but, unfortunately found him out of the bed. I took a deep breath and walked downstairs. “Martha, could you please pack my breakfast, I have to leave in 5.”
“What? Bullshit. Have breakfast with me…” Harry said, looking up from his phone.
“I have a meeting.”
“You’re the boss.” He smirked. Did he forget what he said yesterday?
“Thank you, Martha,” I took the packet from her and walked towards the door.
“Hey baby…” Harry ran up to me. I took my car keys and walked out of the door before he could catch me. “Y/N? Y/N!” I heard him shout but, I was already in my car.
I came back home to loud music playing in the lobby. I walked in to see a couple of his mates there. I didn’t want to interrupt or disturb him so, I walked up the stairs and prepared for a hot bath.
“Hey, why didn’t you come in and meet everyone,” Harry walked in the bathroom as I got inside the hot tub. I just shrugged my shoulders and tried to get myself in a comfortable position. “You left without a kiss in the morning, either…” He bent down to kiss my lips but, I pulled back drowning myself in the tub. “Not nice. I want to talk to you.”
“We talked enough, yesterday.”
“You’re mad at me, aren’t you?” He sighed. He tried touching my hair but, I shifted myself away from him.
“Go back to your friends, wouldn’t want me to come and show off or anything.”
“Y/N.”
“Go.” I replied, drowning myself again.
I trudged to the kitchen, not wanting myself to be seen by anyone. I got a couple of things to eat from the fridge when, I heard people leaving. I carried all my food upstairs and sat down near the window.
Harry came up after a while. He gave me a look and sighed and changed his clothes. Sitting down beside me, only in his boxers, his hair tied up in a bun, he pulled me close. I tried not to budge but, he pulled me with a little too much strength. I sat between his legs continuing to eat the pasta from last night. “I’m sorry…” He said, after some time. He kissed my shoulders lightly and wrapped his arms around my stomach. “I was mad because we spent the day getting hardly any work done, talking about you.” He kept his head on my shoulders. “I know, it was wrong but, I was quite annoyed and when we actually started working, you showed up.”
“How is that my fault?” I replied, trying hard not to cry. “I wanted to come see you. I was going to leave in five.”
“Yeah, I know, I was just mad at myself and everyone, I wanted to get the song finished before I lost inspiration.”
“You’re extremely selfish, you know,” I said, getting up from his lap. “Your inspiration, your song, your distraction…it was my mistake to even think you’d be happy to see me.”
I walked inside the closet and pulled a duffle bag out. Harry followed me in, “Love, it’s not like that- what are you doing?” I continued packing a few clothes. “Alright, stop it. I’m sorry okay!” Harry pushed the duffle bag away and pulled me towards his chest.
“Let me go!” I tried pushing away.
“Y/N!” Harry pulled me over his shoulder and walked out of the closet. He threw me on the bed and climbed on top, nuzzling his head between by shoulder and neck. His entire weight was on me, making it impossible for me to move.
“Let me go! There was so much hatred, disgust in your voice for me. This is not love. Let me go!” I cried.
“Please. Please stop moving,” He cried. “Don’t let my stupidity tear us apart. I love you so much. I’m sorry I made you feel like that. I love you, please don’t go.”
I gave up, tired as he held me closer, wrapping his arms around my waist, making me arch my back and be forced to hug him. “Let me make your anger run away,” he pouted his tear falling on my cheek.
I didn’t quite realise what happened next. One moment his lips touched mine and, the next I was pulling him into a full snogging session with each other. He pulled all my clothes away, as I tried pulling his bun, to make his hair fall out. He went down to my neck, leaving sloppy kisses and then, marking me as his. I pushed him on his back and climbed onto him, marking him the same way, he did to me. I could count the places burning on my skin. “Your mine?” he asked and, I pulled him into kiss as assurance.
“I’m yours?” He then, asked. His eyes wide, sincerely asking me to forgive him. I nodded and pulled his shirt off. Kissing all over his stomach, and then, pulling his pants down.
“No, no…It’s my mistake, I should do the work,” He giggled, his purest one and quickly pulled me under him, before I could protest. He pulled down my pants with my underwear hurriedly, and buried his mouth between my legs.
“Oh my god!” I moaned.
“Oh my Harry, please!” He laughed. I could feel him laugh against my pussy. He licked over my clit, pushing one finger in and holding my hand with his. I gasped and pulled at his hair, feeling him moaning at the feeling and continuing to eat me out.
“You taste so sweet!” he hummed as he added fingers and increased their pace in moving in and out of me. I was so close. I told him, I was so close and I continuously moaned his name over and over again. “Hmm,” He hummed again, moving his tongue back to my dripping pussy, “Don’t come…wait…”
“Oh Harry,” I arched my back, trying to pull his face to kiss me. He did, I could taste myself on his tongue. He climbed over me and I saw his hard cock, against my pussy lips. I placed his hair behind his ear and he pushed into me, filling me up with himself and making me arch my back into his chest. He started to buck his hips into mine, taking it extremely slow, getting me used to his size.
“I don’t fuck you enough, you’re so fucking tight!” He moaned into my neck. He increased his speed which caused me to dig my nails into his back, almost screaming. He moaned in pain, because I was holding him too tight, not willing to let go. He began to thrust in harder, making me shift up the bed slowly and clawing his back harder. “I’m so sorry,” He repeated again as he went fast, making it up to me now. I loved this man, I loved this man making love to me, and I loved this man fighting with me. I loved him through everything.
“Y/N!” He moaned as he picked up my leg and kept it over his shoulder going in deeper and hitting that spot.
“Oh my…Harry! Harry!” I screamed, not being able to control it anymore. The only man who could make my screams so loud. He kept filling me, as I tried keeping up with his thrusts.
“Look at me!” He shouted as I tried closing my eyes in ecstasy. I stared into his eyes, which were now looking at me in adoration and lust. Hr drilled into my pussy faster, holding my waist in his eyes, stopping any movement from my side. “Tell me you love me baby,” He looked so beautiful, sweaty as his hair stuck to his face. “Tell me!” He groaned into my neck.
“I love you baby, so so much!” I said against his lips.
“My baby’s going to come? I can feel you squeezing baby…” He kissed and licked over my nipples, pulling me closer. “Go on love, come over my dick! Do you like how I feel inside you? It’s me forever, honey!”
“Harry, I’m so close!” I clawed his back as he sat me up in his lap, making me bounce on his dick. I kept kissing his neck, marking him further until I collapsed on his chest. He held my hips and as he came deep inside of me, kissing my forehead again and again.
“I love you so much, you know” He laid me on the bed and cuddled into my chest.
“Love you…” I hummed. “Shower?”
“I’d like to take you in the tub again,” He kissed my lips giggling so, that I couldn’t disapprove.
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-theStylesproject
#2 - I’m Yours? (Harry Styles One Shot)
My First Request by a lovely anonymous person. Thank you! I hope you like it!
Word Count : 2,194
Harry Styles One Shot (SMUT) : Summary - Words hurt and Harry has to make up for it.
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“Could you pack all my orders, please?” I asked the bakery owner. He nodded and started wrapping it himself. I was planning to go see Harry at the studio. Might as well just carry some food along for the boys!
The worker loaded the food in my the backseat of my car while I wondered if I should surprise him or call him and then, show up. Surprises are good, right? Surprises with food are perfect!
I walked into the studio with all the bags. Everyone knew me here so, I had a lot of people to meet before, I could go into the studio. I had been ignoring these ones for far too long. I owned studios all throughout the town here as a side business with one of my friends. And, it just happened to be the best, too.
“Hey Y/N!” Niall called out from one corner of the entire floor. He ran up to me and took half my packets. “I love you! I was so hungry!” He laughed.
“There’s a lot of food in there,” I laughed and walked with him to the studio.
“Y/N got food!” Niall announced as we entered the room. I saw Harry’s face shoot up as, everyone else cheered.
“Oh good!” Julian laughed and, took the packets from my hand. “I need some help with the panel here, too. What are we suppose to do with the shift? This is a bit too advanced for my liking. I laughed and showed the feature to him. Harry was right beside me with a frown on his face. “Thanks a lot! This makes it so much easier!”
“Can I talk to you?” Harry whispered pulling me down. I nodded and he pulled me out of the studio. I didn’t like the way he pulled my elbow out. I was not a kid. We were standing in the balcony when, he shut all the doors and stood in front of me. “What are you doing here?”
“Got you food?” I frowned.
“Couldn’t you call?” His tone was flat.
“It wouldn’t be much of a surprise then, I just wanted to see you…”
“Oh, Bullshit Y/N! Stop interfering with my work.”
“Har-that’s not what I was trying…”
He cut me again, “Really! I get it you’re a songwriter, etc but, I don’t want you involved with my work here. Didn’t we clear that out?” He raised his voice a bit. His eyes stared into my face which now held a disgusted look. I just wanted to see him. Just surprise him, I was going to leave after I gave the food and hugged him, maybe. That was not going to happen. “But, you have to show up and show off cause Y/N is the best!”
I flinched. His voice had so much hatred in it. I couldn’t help my tears to fall down and I looked in every direction apart from his face.
“HARRY! COME IN!” Niall shouted. Harry gave me one last look and walked inside. I couldn’t stand straight as I hit the wall, trying to find balance. I couldn’t believe he thought of me like that. I was involved with just one song and never came back again. I was here to just see…I had to leave. I wiped my eyes and walked out of the balcony from the other gate, avoiding the studio.
I couldn’t get his face out of my head. The one I loved hated me and I didn’t know exactly why. Martha, our housekeeper was preparing dinner when I walked in. “I won’t eat Martha, could you just prepare it for Harry? And, I’m going to sleep so, tell him if he asks…” I quickly hugged her and ran up the stairs, keeping my voice straight and not showing her my face.
It was 11pm when, I heard Harry enter. I heard him ask about me and Martha did as told. I heard him enter the room. I didn’t make a sound; I lay quiet, eyes closed, bundled up on my side, away from him. I have no idea what I was expecting now. “Did you eat dinner?” He asked. I didn’t reply and he huffed and walked out. I couldn’t help crying myself to sleep.
I woke up early while Martha was preparing breakfast. I realised, I didn’t want to talk to him. I just couldn’t. What he said was hurtful and degrading when I did absolutely nothing. I got ready as fast as I could but, unfortunately found him out of the bed. I took a deep breath and walked downstairs. “Martha, could you please pack my breakfast, I have to leave in 5.”
“What? Bullshit. Have breakfast with me…” Harry said, looking up from his phone.
“I have a meeting.”
“You’re the boss.” He smirked. Did he forget what he said yesterday?
“Thank you, Martha,” I took the packet from her and walked towards the door.
“Hey baby…” Harry ran up to me. I took my car keys and walked out of the door before he could catch me. “Y/N? Y/N!” I heard him shout but, I was already in my car.
I came back home to loud music playing in the lobby. I walked in to see a couple of his mates there. I didn’t want to interrupt or disturb him so, I walked up the stairs and prepared for a hot bath.
“Hey, why didn’t you come in and meet everyone,” Harry walked in the bathroom as I got inside the hot tub. I just shrugged my shoulders and tried to get myself in a comfortable position. “You left without a kiss in the morning, either…” He bent down to kiss my lips but, I pulled back drowning myself in the tub. “Not nice. I want to talk to you.”
“We talked enough, yesterday.”
“You’re mad at me, aren’t you?” He sighed. He tried touching my hair but, I shifted myself away from him.
“Go back to your friends, wouldn’t want me to come and show off or anything.”
“Y/N.”
“Go.” I replied, drowning myself again.
I trudged to the kitchen, not wanting myself to be seen by anyone. I got a couple of things to eat from the fridge when, I heard people leaving. I carried all my food upstairs and sat down near the window.
Harry came up after a while. He gave me a look and sighed and changed his clothes. Sitting down beside me, only in his boxers, his hair tied up in a bun, he pulled me close. I tried not to budge but, he pulled me with a little too much strength. I sat between his legs continuing to eat the pasta from last night. “I’m sorry…” He said, after some time. He kissed my shoulders lightly and wrapped his arms around my stomach. “I was mad because we spent the day getting hardly any work done, talking about you.” He kept his head on my shoulders. “I know, it was wrong but, I was quite annoyed and when we actually started working, you showed up.”
“How is that my fault?” I replied, trying hard not to cry. “I wanted to come see you. I was going to leave in five.”
“Yeah, I know, I was just mad at myself and everyone, I wanted to get the song finished before I lost inspiration.”
“You’re extremely selfish, you know,” I said, getting up from his lap. “Your inspiration, your song, your distraction…it was my mistake to even think you’d be happy to see me.”
I walked inside the closet and pulled a duffle bag out. Harry followed me in, “Love, it’s not like that- what are you doing?” I continued packing a few clothes. “Alright, stop it. I’m sorry okay!” Harry pushed the duffle bag away and pulled me towards his chest.
“Let me go!” I tried pushing away.
“Y/N!” Harry pulled me over his shoulder and walked out of the closet. He threw me on the bed and climbed on top, nuzzling his head between by shoulder and neck. His entire weight was on me, making it impossible for me to move.
“Let me go! There was so much hatred, disgust in your voice for me. This is not love. Let me go!” I cried.
“Please. Please stop moving,” He cried. “Don’t let my stupidity tear us apart. I love you so much. I’m sorry I made you feel like that. I love you, please don’t go.”
I gave up, tired as he held me closer, wrapping his arms around my waist, making me arch my back and be forced to hug him. “Let me make your anger run away,” he pouted his tear falling on my cheek.
I didn’t quite realise what happened next. One moment his lips touched mine and, the next I was pulling him into a full snogging session with each other. He pulled all my clothes away, as I tried pulling his bun, to make his hair fall out. He went down to my neck, leaving sloppy kisses and then, marking me as his. I pushed him on his back and climbed onto him, marking him the same way, he did to me. I could count the places burning on my skin. “You’re mine?” he asked and, I pulled him into kiss as assurance.
“I’m yours?” He then, asked. His eyes wide, sincerely asking me to forgive him. I nodded and pulled his shirt off. Kissing all over his stomach, and then, pulling his pants down.
“No, no…It’s my mistake, I should do the work,” He giggled, his purest one and quickly pulled me under him, before I could protest. He pulled down my pants with my underwear hurriedly, and buried his mouth between my legs.
“Oh my god!” I moaned.
“Oh my Harry, please!” He laughed. I could feel him laugh against my pussy. He licked over my clit, pushing one finger in and holding my hand with his. I gasped and pulled at his hair, feeling him moaning at the feeling and continuing to eat me out.
“You taste so sweet!” he hummed as he added fingers and increased their pace in moving in and out of me. I was so close. I told him, I was so close and I continuously moaned his name over and over again. “Hmm,” He hummed again, moving his tongue back to my dripping pussy, “Don’t come…wait…”
“Oh Harry,” I arched my back, trying to pull his face to kiss me. He did, I could taste myself on his tongue. He climbed over me and I saw his hard cock, against my pussy lips. I placed his hair behind his ear and he pushed into me, filling me up with himself and making me arch my back into his chest. He started to buck his hips into mine, taking it extremely slow, getting me used to his size.
“I don’t fuck you enough, you’re so fucking tight!” He moaned into my neck. He increased his speed which caused me to dig my nails into his back, almost screaming. He moaned in pain, because I was holding him too tight, not willing to let go. He began to thrust in harder, making me shift up the bed slowly and clawing his back harder. “I’m so sorry,” He repeated again as he went fast, making it up to me now. I loved this man, I loved this man making love to me, and I loved this man fighting with me. I loved him through everything.
“Y/N!” He moaned as he picked up my leg and kept it over his shoulder going in deeper and hitting that spot.
“Oh my…Harry! Harry!” I screamed, not being able to control it anymore. The only man who could make my screams so loud. He kept filling me, as I tried keeping up with his thrusts.
“Look at me!” He shouted as I tried closing my eyes in ecstasy. I stared into his eyes, which were now looking at me in adoration and lust. Hr drilled into my pussy faster, holding my waist in his eyes, stopping any movement from my side. “Tell me you love me baby,” He looked so beautiful, sweaty as his hair stuck to his face. “Tell me!” He groaned into my neck.
“I love you baby, so so much!” I said against his lips.
“My baby’s going to come? I can feel you squeezing baby…” He kissed and licked over my nipples, pulling me closer. “Go on love, come over my dick! Do you like how I feel inside you? It’s me forever, honey!”
“Harry, I’m so close!” I clawed his back as he sat me up in his lap, making me bounce on his dick. I kept kissing his neck, marking him further until I collapsed on his chest. He held my hips and as he came deep inside of me, kissing my forehead again and again.
“I love you so much, you know” He laid me on the bed and cuddled into my chest.
“Love you…” I hummed. “Shower?”
“I’d like to take you in the tub again,” He kissed my lips giggling so, that I couldn’t disapprove.
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#3 - Ask Me Out (Harry Styles One Shot)
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Word Count - 1,286
Harry Styles One Shot : Summary - High school drama has its perks and these two make the best of it.
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You can do this, you can do this…I repeated it like a mantra over and over again in my head, the entire walk from the computer room to the ground. You have no reason to be nervous, you’ve nothing to lose. Okay, maybe you do but, it can’t get worse that how it already is. I kept my pace fast not trying to think too much about it. I just had to go and say it. There he was, sitting with his entire gang. He always is, Maddy. You’ll have to say it in front of them. C’mon what is the worse that could happen? – Except for being embarrassed the entire school year. No. No. You’re walking up to him and saying it. I oscillated twice near the tree before walking up to the gang.
They were, I don’t know, doesn’t every high school have a popular group? I walked up to him, who was sitting in between two girls, laughing. I stood in the centre and called out, “Harry?” Everyone looked up. Fuck.
His green eyes met mine, which were covered in my newly bought frames (pretty cool, actually). “What?” He replied. Why was his voice so deep and husky? Deep and husky laid with confusion because, I called out.
“Oh.” Shit. He raised his eyebrows, asking me to go on. “Nothing,” I ran out of there as fast as possible. Ran as fast as possible before collapsing on the other side of the field behind the little hut we called store room. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Now, they’re going to make fun of me for not speaking up and running away!” I screamed. I wanted to suddenly cry. How could I be such an idiot! Fucking hell! Now, I’ll never get the chance again. I sat on the ground, hitting my head against my hand, before I had to leave the school premises. Head bowed, I walked towards my house. I hate this. I hate my life! I’m going to be made fun off now! Teenagers! Always looking for new reasons to laugh at and entertain themselves. Where the fuck did I get the guts to actually up to him, in the first place?
“Do you know you talk to yourself?” A car stopped next to mine. “Or that you curse a lot?” It was him. Why was he talking to me? Because you ran away, idiot. I didn’t reply. No. No words. I just stood there, like a statue. “Can I drop you home?” He asked. No reply. I was staring at him like a dud. “Are you not going to reply?” He said, smiling a bit. He was having fun, that bastard. “Jesus. Say something. Or just get in!” He laughed a bit, running his fingers through his hair. Mine were the same length. “Get in!” He now, shouted. Something snapped and I opened the front door and sat down, looking straight forward, sitting completely stiff and erect. Cautious. He looked at me and frowned, I did the same. “Belt,” I swear, I had never worn the belt so fast, in my life.
After a little while of driving in his car, not talking of course - I mean, why will I talk now? Idiot. “Are you going to tell me directions to your house?” he raised as arms in question. I did. “Now you talk.” He laughed. “What was that back in the field?” He asked, looking at me, while I looked straight ahead, looking at the empty road. Do you remember my position? “Mute again, I see,” He huffed. “You’re Maddy, right?” He looked at me while I looked at him. “Why are you pouting? We have Economics, together?”
“Business.”
“Oh yeah, sorry. So…did you have anything important to say? You ran away quite fast too. Are you in the track team, or something?” He looked at me.
“No.”
“No? Alright. Umm…so, are you going to tell me or stay shut the whole ride. Or is it something to be said in front of all my friends?” He laughed.
“You know what, stop laughing! Do you realise the amount of guts required to come up to you in school? It’s like bloody going to up to your mother to let you do drugs! Can you imagine the amount!” What am I saying? Drugs? “And you, you have to sit there between the prettiest girls in school laughing and, if someone comes up to you- replying with a what? A fucking what? Who does that!”
“I’m sorry…” He whispered, a bit nervously, not that I heard him.
“I mean, all I wanted to come and say to you was that I like you! I always have, you know! Secretly! But, this is our last year! I definitely won’t see you again, and I wanted to say the one thing I’ve wanted to say from the last five years! Who cares what anybody thinks, right?! But, you’ve to raise those fucking gorgeous eyebrows with a why-is-she-talking-to-me look? How can somebody say anything!” He just stared into my face stopping in front of my house. “And now, I’ll be made fun of because of this thing, I wanted to tell you. I wasn’t expecting much in return, you know. I just wanted too…” I just realised by rambling session in Harry Styles’ car. “And I did…fuck.”
“Yeah, you did…” He whispered.
“Okay, umm…I’m going to go. Thank you for the ride.” I got out of his car in full speed and ran to my door but, he called out.
“So, this is it then?” He shouted a bit.
“Huh,” I said, innocently.
“What huh? You run away from me at school. Have hardly ever had a conversation with me. And, I give you a ride back home and you profess your last five year love to me and stop?” He got out his car and leaned against it, shutting the door. He looked so beautiful in his clack jeans and blue plaid shirt. Snap out of it.
“Umm.”
“What? Ask me out.” He said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“Don’t make fun of me.” I said, frowning.
“You don’t make fun of me. At least ask me out. What am I going to do with your rambling confession?”
“Are you serious?” I asked, a bit confused now. He shrugged his shoulders. “Okay then…” I walked up to him and stood right in front, looking up (he is tall). “Harry Styles…”
“Yes,” He said, smiling cheekily showing off both his dimples.
“Don’t smile.”
“Hey…That’s not nice.” He frowned.
“Harry Styles,” He stood up straight. “I discovered this amazing cafe, the other day…the sad part is that, I don’t want to go alone and since, you seem to be a nice company, I’d like to ask you to come with me…”
“Nice. Very romantic.” He said, sarcastically. “By the way, I’m not a nice company - I’m a fucking awesome company.”
I smirked.
“And, I accept your invitation to go to this amazing cafe.”
“Okay.” I nodded.
“Okay.” He nodded.
“Tomorrow at 7?” I kept nodding.
“Yeah okay, tomorrow at 7” So did he.
“Bye then,” I said, turning away and walking off before, he pulled me by my hand, then, wrapped his arm around my waist and attached his lips to mine. I swear my heart fluttered.
“By the way, I’ve been crushing since the last two years.” He whispered against my lips.
“Liar.”
“We can discuss this in detail at your awesome cafe,” He said, pulling away and opening his car door. “You’ll pick me up?”
“I own a Moped. You don’t mind, do you?” I asked.
“No.”
“Alright.”
“Alright.” He said, getting inside and driving off.
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#4 Stuck With Me (Niall Horan One Shot)
WARNING - SMUT
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Word Count : 1,434
Niall Horan One Shot: Summary - It’s not fair to be mad at things one doesn’t have a control on. But hey, that’s a personal opinion.
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“You do realize you’re kinda stuck with me, today?” I whispered, sitting right next to him on the couch, facing him, my body touching him. I cuddled my head between his neck and shoulders, and placed a kiss there. Nothing. He didn’t even look at me. He was stuck to the game he was playing since the last two hours. FIFA. Taking all the attention from me, this game. Now, I don’t know if you know this but, I am not one to give up. I got myself comfortable next to him with my legs across his lap and opening my ponytail so, that my long wavy hair could make me look prettier. No response. Time to step this up.
I removed my top leaving me in a very sexy bra bought by Sir, himself. I moved my body closer to him, my boobs touching his arm not causing any restriction in movement. I didn’t want him to get annoyed and walk away. I started kissing his neck, leaving sloppy kisses all over and then going in for a love bite. He loved those. I kissed his cheek, his jaw, his forehead, lips were kinda outta reach. Nothing…yet.
I took off my pants leaving me in a matching thong and, stretched out on the couch beside him, with my legs across his lap. I kept watching his game but now, I knew his eyes were on me. He loved this set. Loving lingerie in general, he called it, me being wrapped in present just for him to open. I knew, he was rethinking his decision of ignoring me. I frankly, looked too sexy to be kept hands off from, especially when he full permission. But, he did. He was hard to crack.
I shook my body a bit, acting to get a little comfortable on the couch, jiggling my boobs, arching my back. His eyes were on me, mine on the screen. After a while, I started touching myself. I played with my boobs for a while, over my bra of course, and then, went down to pussy. He was getting red, feeling him shift in his seat he even cleared his throat. I spread my legs a bit, and rubbed my clit. I was moaning, kinda exaggerating but, it was working. He was losing his game and then, angrily shut it off. I didn’t stop touching myself. Slipping a finger in and arching my back, I was having too much fun.
“You fucking tease,” He shifted, getting in between my legs and picking me up. He held my waist so tight and he placed me in his lap, pulling me to his chest.
“What did I do…” I asked, innocently.
“Really,” He raised his eyebrows. “You know what you did. Leave this out, you’ll get punished but, I’m not talking about this.”
“I really don’t know…” I cuddled into his neck.
He pulled my head by my hair. Harsh. “You were talking to Stan.”
“So?” I frowned, getting his hand off my head.
“So, I thought we discussed you’re not going to talk to him.”
“The discussion was you saying, I don’t talk to him. I decide who I talk to and who I don’t,” I said, getting off his lap. “Is this the reason you’re giving me the silent treatment?” I questioned.
“We decided you won’t talk to him,” He looked at me, his eyes full of anger.
“Oh god.” I stomped off to the bedroom.
“Where are you going?” He bellowed. I got in and wore his T-shirt, getting in bed. This day was ruined. “I’m talking to you.”
“Maybe if you stop being a dickhead, you can think a little clearly. But no, you’ll ignore me and then, scream and now, stand there running your hands through that blond hair.”
“He wants you.”
“Yeah sure.”
“I’m a guy. I know the look. He wants you.”
“He’s the son of my mother’s best friend. I practically grew up with him. If he wanted me, he would make his move. And I wouldn’t take it because I’m taken. Do you even trust me?” I said sitting up on my knees.
“It’s not about trusting you,” He shook out his T shirt and climbed in bed. “I don’t want someone stealing you away,” He said holding my face in his palms. He placed a chaste kiss on my lips, pulling me under the blackest, keeping one hand behind my head, laying me down on the cushion. “I’m very insecure,” He said getting on top of me as I spread my legs. “He knows you well, and even if you guys don’t have an awesome history, things can always get well and you can realise how much of an unworthy bastard, I am.” He said kissing my lips, again.
“You’re not unworthy or a bastard. You’re my choice and are pretty classy.”
He laughed into my neck, leaving kisses all over. “I’m sorry. I know it’s wrong. I’m just very protective of you, baby.”
I combed my hand through his hair and pulled him down to kiss me. We played along for some time, his tongue slipping in to play with mine. Basics were just awesome. I could feel myself getting wet and him hard as his dick was rubbing over my pussy. “You don’t have to worry about him. I love you. I’m with you. A 100 percent. Do I make you feel like that?” He shook his head. “I’m not going anywhere until you get sick of me and want me to go.”
“I will never want you to go.”
“Well that’s clear then,” I giggled.
“You’re a fucking tease though…” he said pulling my t-shirt off and marking me. “Sitting beside me, naked and touching yourself, while you know, only I’m supposed to do that.” I moaned out loud. “So fucking beautiful,” he said, admiring my body. He pulled my bra off and my thong and kissed all over my body. “And, all mine…” He mumbled going down on me. His fingers entered me, two at once, “You’re so wet, who made you this wet, baby?”
“You…oh my…you, Niall, you…” I was a moaning mess. He kept licking my click, his fingers going at full speed. Only he knew how I liked it, and knew how to put me on the edge as fast as possible.
“I can feel you clenching on my fingers baby, no cumming without me inside off you…” He said his smirk out on display. He pulled his fingers out, leaving me on the edge and kissed my lips.
I pushed him down and climbed on top of him, getting his boxers off and his dick in my mouth. It felt like we were rushing even, when we had the whole day but, that was just him and I. I bobbed my head, trying to get the entire thing in my mouth. He was just so big and thick, I remember being scared the first time we had sex. “Just like that baby…you’re so good at this!” He moaned, thrusting his hips a bit. “Stop, stop, need to get in…you…”
He sat up and I climbed on top, his dick slipping inside me and filling me up. I fell into his chest and pulled him close. He was so big. I could feel him stretching me out. “Yeah baby, slowly…” he said, picking up my hips and then, pulling him down. I held his face in my palms, my lips against his, whimpering as we increased speed. I kept bouncing on him and he kept meeting me, hard that my entire body shook and he had to hold me tight so, that I didn’t collapse.
Kissing my lips, tongues fighting for dominance now, he climbed on top ,both my legs on his shoulders as he drilled in faster, hitting that one stop that made me scream his name, out loud. “NIALL!…Niall, Niall, Niall…” I repeated it with every thrust.
“I love you so much!” He said, getting in between my legs and kissing me hard, his thrusts not stopping for a second but, slowing down as we were close. “Going to come, my love? Can feel you clench my dear, fuck, so good.” He whispered as, I let go, not being able to control it. He wasn’t far behind as he filled me up and gave me the most intense kiss of the day.
He pulled me under the sheets, still inside on me and cuddled me in his arms. “We should clean up,” I said, exhausted.
“Hmm…” He said, shutting his eyes and pulling me closer.
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#5 Love Differences (Harry Styles)
So, someone asked for a jealous Harry and another for tub smut. Therefore, I combined the two as both of them were from lovely anonymous people.
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Warning - Mature (Smut)
Word Count - 2,040
Harry Styles Imagine - Partners in love have a lot of differences. Can these to still keep loving, instead?
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“Therefore, if we have to argue that this play talks about women empowerment, it will be putting it out of context from the time, the playwright had written it.” I finished my argument in class and heard all my classmates as well as, the professor clap. You need to understand that this never happens. We hardly clap in class for anyone. Hence, I was confused.
“It was good Arabella, very good,” My professor platted my back, unusual, and congratulated me. I sat down on my seat, looking skeptically at everyone. Why did they clap?
“You’ve to let me cheat in class. Or, at least check my assignment so, I get marks somewhere!” My best friend said, purposely bumping into me as we walked out of the class.
“It doesn’t work like that…”I laughed, as we crossed the cafeteria. “Can we get a cold coffee, please?” I pulled her in. Mostly, it was an excuse to see him.
“Hey look, your boyfriend!” Alison chimed locating him. “Why does he have Kylie on his lap?” I quickly turned my head to see the blonde haired, amazing boobs tennis player, sitting on his lap. Okay, boobs – I got but, tennis – I can’t play tennis! I can run, that’s it for me in sports. I guess, this is the reason he rather be seen with her than me, in college.
We were together. Yes. Everyone knew, it wasn’t some big secret or I, some class defect. This is college. But, I wasn’t so famous with his classy friends. Also, I had an IQ more than all of them. Wait, I’m just saying that to make myself feel better. Truth is, our wavelengths don’t match, his friends and mine. Plus, they look at me weird and, I don’t like being the awkward candy in the box. I was upset cause, they didn’t really give me a chance either. And now, he has her on his lap. How is this not intentional! If you know a guy is taken in the group, you maintain distance, not go and sit on him. I’d maintain my distance. But, it’s not like the guy is caring much either.
“Let’s go, I don’t want my drink,” I said, pulling Alison out.
“You won’t talk to him?” I just shook my head. “Darling, don’t do this to yourself. If you don’t see yourself together just walk out, it really isn’t worth it.”
I should believe Alison, she knows best. He was really nice though, all the time. There were just a few factors which made it difficult. Different friend circles – him being a little too sexy – him being a little too nice. He was too nice at times. Even when he’ll find it wrong, he’ll just awkwardly deal with it and let it go. Because that’s Harry, he won’t initiate a fight with anyone. The sad part is, it didn’t always work for the good.
I nodded and we walked to the next class. I didn’t sit with Harry, I’ll usually wait for him and reserve an empty seat but, I just sad with Alison today. His group walked in before time and I didn’t look up - Busily typing away on my laptop.
“Hey baby,” He kissed my forehead. “Come sit with me?” he said, pulling my laptop. I looked up at him and then, to Alison. She nodded, and I just sighed. I picked up my stuff and sat on the chair next to him. I continued typing on my laptop, finishing a few notes. “How was your presentation?”
“Alright.”
“Did you see me at the cafeteria? She was just joking around, Kylie? She wanted to show something she learnt in this new class and needed a lap…”
“And, yours was the only one available, sure. The professor’s here…” I just said dismissing him.
“No, it’s not like that. Don’t assume…” He frowned.
“Hmm, okay. Please now…” I said, typing whatever the professor was going on about in class.
He huffed and, did the same. I wrapped up my things as quick as possible and gave him a kiss before I ran out, Alison beside me. There was no use in fighting with him. He did everything but never, purposely.
We met our friends all scattered on the ground, like little kids looking at the clouds. These people were the craziest.
“That one looks like your face!” Jason laughed, poking Adam on his side.
“Everything shitty looks like my face to you so why bother? You clearly don’t appreciate good art,” Adam replied, sketching on his canvas.
“Hey Bels…why the sad face?” Ben asked.
“I didn’t notice I had one,” I sat down beside Adam and leaned on him free arm. He loved when someone did this.
“Did I show you my new trick I learnt, yesterday?” Adam asked, quite excited. He was learning salsa and, I was the only dancer available here to practice with so, he kinda just picked me up and showed off his new skills to our friends.
“No,” He stood up and then, put his hands forward urging me to get up.
“Guys pay attention! This is wicked!” He said, places my back to his front. “Keep your body fluid…” He then, wrapped his arm against my waist pushing my hips into his as picked up my bent leg and stretched it across his waist and then, tilting our bodies down a little.
“Woah! That’s fucking hot dude!” Ben called out.
It was pretty sexy. His body was attached to mine while our lips so close and eyes staring into each others…it was quite hot. My eyes glanced forward to see my boyfriend stuck in his tracks with his friends around him. He looked shocked, his eyes said so but, his face was flat.
Adam let me go, bringing our bodies to a neutral while, I kept one hand on his chest and told him how good it was biting my lip. He laughed and sat down, kicking Jason down as he stood up wanting to try the same with Adam. I gave Harry another glance and then, sat down beside Adam.
“Oh fuck!” I got up a while later. “I’ve to rush home! Have guests coming over!”
“Guests?” Alison asked.
“Harry’s friends…”
“Are you really moving in with him?” Ben asked. I just shrugged my shoulders. Harry wanted me to be there tonight and I knew he needed help. He wasn’t throwing a party but, this was more like a get together with his group of friends. I was getting quite nervous about this.
I waved a bye and then, ran to the bus station. I was home earlier than him because, he wasn’t here yet. I got in using the spare key he had given me and started cleaning and putting things in place.
“Arabella?” I heard Harry call, as he walked in the sitting area of his apartment. “I got food, you cleared everything?” I nodded and took half the packets and walked inside the kitchen.
“When are they going to come?” I asked.
“Not before nine…” Harry stood at the entrance with two fingers holding his lip.
“Alright.” With the food in and drinks chilled, everything was ready. “I’ll change into the dress in an hour…” I muttered to myself as I felt Harry walk up behind me and wrapping his arms around me, he pulled me closer. He rested his chin on my shoulders, as I continued clearing the kitchen.
“I saw you today…”
“Hmm…”
“With Adam…it was quite sexy…”
“Yeah? I’ll tell Adam that…” I smirked.
“He was holding you too close. Does he need to do that?” I could feel him frown.
“He wanted to show off this new lift he learnt and, as you know…” I said, turning around and playing with his hair.
“And, you were the only person available?”
“I am quite flexible…” I nodded.
“Who knows that better than me.” Harry said, now kissing my jaw and moving to my neck.
“Adam.” I said, like a matter of fact.
“Quite a smart mouth, aren’t you?” Harry picked me up over his shoulder and walked to the bedroom while I giggled and screamed playfully.
He pushed me up on his bed as he took his shirt off. “You’re only mine to feel and touch like that.”
“Hmm…” I hummed. “Your friends don’t know you’re mine to feel and touch like that though…” I bit my lip as, I pulled down his boxers and, he got rid of my panties.
“Maybe we should let them know…” He smirked, as he hovered over me but, I quickly shifted up and ran to the washroom. “My girlfriend is a big tease.”
“I don’t want to have sex hair!” I yelped as he picked me up and put me down on the tab.
He bent down and placed kisses between my legs. My back arched as I pushed my hips closer to his face. He clutched my butt in his hands as his tongue licked over my clit. “You’re too addicted to me baby, you can never leave,” He smirked and he went down on me. He was so good at this. I had been quite apprehensive in having a face down here but, he got me so addicted to it. He pushed his long fingers in as his tongue continued to play with my clit. “You’re dripping baby!” He giggled. He kissed up my stomach to my boobs, playing with my nipples as I held his dick in my hand and massaged him, just the way he liked it.
“You should be punished.”
“Why!” I cried.
“For teasing me! I saw that look baby, I know you so well!” He marked my chest, and slowly pushed himself inside me as I yelped and pulled him close. He began thrusting slowly and then, increased his speed.
“Faster…Faster baby…” I encouraged as we saw the mirror shake because of his thrusts. He picked me up, with him still inside of me and bent to his knees, placing me on the edge of the tub and continued his speed. This man could fuck me so well. Another reason why I couldn’t get away from him. My back arched into the tub, with half my body inside, my hands clutching the edges as he went harder and faster, screaming my name over and over again.
“I’m close…” I whimpered.
“Me too, come on baby, make me come!” He said, as he thrust harder making me shake and causing bottles to fall everywhere. He pulled me up and I sat in his lap, bouncing on his dick, “who do you like on your lap more, baby?” I kissed his jaw as I continued bouncing as he clutched my ass, causing bruises to show up by tomorrow, I’m sure.
“Hmm?” I asked.
“You baby, always you! I love you so much!” He said cuddling into my neck as we both came with his confession. He placed kisses all over my neck and then, my lips. “I trouble you a lot, don’t I?”
“Not as much,” I kissed him again.
“I’m really serious about you…” He said, as I held his face in my palms. He was still inside me but, I could feel his come slip through. “I really really am…and I don’t care about anything else. I love you.”
“I love you too,” I said, hugging him. “So much.”
And then, the bell rang. “OPEN UP!” We heard his friends yell from outside! I turned red and he quickly picked me up causing me to whimper as he slipped out. He quickly wore his pants and t-shirt and fixed his hair, looking all proper.
“I’ll take 10 minutes…” I said, walking out naked into his room and collecting my clothes.
“I made quite a mess…” He pushed one finger inside me as I bent down to collect my bra. He licked his finger and smirked, walking towards the door.
“Come here!” I called out and he quickly walked up to me.
I messed up his hair spoiling his effort to look altogether. He frowned, “what? They should know I keep you entertained!” I giggled and slapped his ass, as he walked out the door laughing.
How is this party going to go…
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#9 Not Interested (Harry Styles)
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I couldn’t stop staring. I just couldn’t. The way her hips swayed to the movement of the drums in the song, the way she moved her hands all over the body dancing to the music, I just couldn’t take my eyes off her. She wore a little skirt just covering her butts, I am sure half the guys were just waiting for her to bend. She wore a lacy top covering just her boobs, teasing now and then and she jumped to the beats. Her hair falling to her shoulders were thick, good enough to grab and pull while I fucked her. Oh yes, I would have some fun fucking her. I could tell that she would just fit in my hands and prove to be a great time tonight. She didn’t look like someone who would disappoint.
“Thinking about fucking that one, aren’t you?” Michael laughed behind me. We were standing at the bar with a couple of more guys, just enjoying a night out and looking for some fun. It gets boring just messing around in the campus at times. You need to spread your legs and enjoy sometimes.
I laughed and finished my drink walking towards this beauty. I had to go around the corner to reach her, stepping down the platform when a hand grabbed my arm.
“You…you don’t want to go there…” A voice spoke. I turned around to see a girl holding my arm. She let go quickly when my eyes met her. “It won’t work out, I mean…”
“Why don’t I go and check it out?” I smirked and turned around. Who the hell was she?
“It won’t!” She said again, confidently. I turned around and titled my head. She was quite plain compared to her. Was dressed in slacks and a half shoulder top. Looked more like she needed to go shopping than, come to a club, to be honest.
“How are you so sure?” I asked, raising my eyebrow. She kept her glass down and placed her flick behind her ear. I folded my arms and stared right in her eyes, which I had to say were kinda pretty. She had hope but, she dressed like an old woman.
“Well, first - she has a boyfriend, he’s in the army…” She said.
“Oh please.”
“Been with him for about two years now…”
“So, you’re telling me that this beauty…” I pointed at her, drooling a bit. “Who is dressed that sexily is taken. That kind wants to be fucked…hard.” I bent down to her face.
“Well…this one won’t work according to your moves…” She shrugged her shoulders. “By the way, she’s my roommate, I’d know. She’s actually kinda engaged too, look at her finger,” she turned around and sipped her drink.
I looked back to that girl and the ring I hadn’t noticed was actually there. Fucking hell! I actually, wanted this one! I sat down beside the girl and just shook my head. “You kinda ruined my evening.”
“I apologise.”
“What’s your name?” I asked.
“Oh no, I am not one of those girls…”
“Trust me, I am not interested in you. Not at all,” I made it clear.
“Well then” she turned red and looked a it flustered. Oops. I just smiled. “Why waste your time? Nice to meet you Mr. Styles,” she picked up her drink and walked away. I giggled and walked towards my friends. I could see her talking to the beauty I was after and then, saw them exit the club. What a bummer.
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“Can you pack these two for me, please?” I was standing in the bookstore when, I heard a familiar voice. I bent backwards and saw her. The bar girl well, the bummer girl, really. She was dressed in a summer dress, eyes covered my frames and her long hair in a ponytail. Okay, I had to admit, she was kinda sexy too. The dress made her look cute and apart from having an amazing pair of boobs, she had amazing legs too. Snap out, Harry! Not her.
She pushed her frames back biting her lips as she paid for the books, “Thank you!” She smiled. What was so exciting about a pair of books?
“Hello!” I said, when she crossed me. She yelped and fell down. “I’m sorry!” I laughed and offered her my hand. She didn’t take it.
“Is there something wrong with you?” She huffed, straightening her dress.
“Do you remember me?” I asked.
“The entire campus knows you, Mr. Styles.”
She walked out of the book store and, I followed her out. “Harry is just fine!”
“Okay.”
“So, your roommate is still taken?” I asked, just teasing her.
“I am not her assistant, why don’t you ask her?”
“Well, I was going to but, someone stopped me so…”
“It was my mistake, I am sorry. I saw something…” She shut her eyes and huffed, “Why don’t you try your luck now, it’s never too late for a fuck right?”
“I don’t go after taken girls. Not fun.” I winked.
“Congratulations. You have morals.” She said, praising sarcastically.
“What’s your name?” I smiled.
“Why bother?”
“It’s just a name!” I frowned.
“Exactly, why don’t you go after someone who interests you?” She walked inside the library.
“Took that to your heart, didn’t you? I didn’t mean it like that. I wanted a one night stand and you weren’t exactly…”
“Okay, got it now, go away…”
“British literature! You know, I am British,”
“What do you want?“she asked, annoyed.
“Nothing, you just interest me,” I smiled. I am sure this girl liked me. I had a feeling.
“Really…” She came close to me. I took a step back, my back against the book shelve. She came close to my lips and picked up her hand, bringing it close to my hair but, then picked up a book behind me, “Sad, cause I am not interested. Not at all,” she smirked and walked away. “Bye, Mr. Styles.”
I leaned back on the bookshelves, smirking and shaking my head. —
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Harry having a really complicated night time ritual from skincare to the way he arranges his pillows to how many goodnight kisses he needs and getting all frustrated when you try to interfere
“No, and ask him to call me in the morning. The first thing so I can put it in the schedule,” you heard him say on the phone and could almost picture the frown on his face. “I don’t get it, he knew for weeks. Why can’t it be scheduled so I know how it is suppose to take place. Does everything need to be last minute. We should get a new guy, Jeff. I’m tired of taking creativity as an excuse of not being professional,” you heard it escalate. Harry hated when he didn’t have the next day scheduled during his work time. He had to email himself the next days schedule and not be surprised with something random that always had the possibility of making front page. You heard him cut the call. “Are you coming to bed?” He asked you, and you stopped typing.
“I was thinking of finishing the -” you started.
“Not today petal, I really need you to sleep. You were up late yesterday as well. It ruins your sleep schedule,” he said, walking up the stairs as you shut your laptop. Your mother loved him cause he kept you on track. You were thankful that you loved him too much to cut his head off.
Fifteen minutes later of clearing everything which was your night time schedule, you walked up to the room to see Harry shaving, something that was the part of his extensive night time schedule. He had put you up in one as well. So it was a solid washing your face, putting some serum and then cream while brushing for you while his, was far too extensive for you to keep track of. You didn’t mind it. One of you had to be the diva and it suited Harry much more than you. “Did you apply the cream to your soles? They’ll hurt like shit if they crack again.” He reminded you, but like usual he wasn’t lovey about it. He sounded like your mother. You weren’t living with your mother though, you were living with your boyfriend.
“On it,” you replied curlty not wanting him to know you were annoyed.
“I don’t get how you get snippy with me when I’m only caring about you,” he replied strict with his voice. Was he scolding you?
“What was that on the phone?” You asked changing the topic.
“I got four more interviews added tomorrow. One of them is from that interviewer who likes to know my opinions on all the world issues. I’m not prepared for the shit,” he groaned. Shifting to his mask which he rubbed on his face. You usually loved him for all his quirks, but you were on verge of being cranky cause he was right you had messed up your sleeping schedule.
“Cancel it,” you replied, taking your clothes off and dropping it on the floor and slipping into bed before he noticed.
“Pick those up, Y/N.”
You huffed getting out of bed and walking to the hamper in the bathroom to drop the clothes off. You could see his eyes scanning your body, a little smirk on his face. “Is that all?” You asked, blinking your eyes innocently.
“Get your ass on the bed,” he laughed, wiping his face off. You jumped on the bed, tucking yourself in the corner. Harry got on bed, and put his pillows, one infact because he was advised they would be good for his back. He pulled one out from your neck as well, “do you want to wake up with a neck ache,” he eyed you.
“When did you become my mother?” You huffed and turned your back.
“When you decided to act like a child.” He was always smart with replies. “Alright, don’t go to sleep, where is my kiss?” He asked, slipping one hand underneath your waist and pulling you.
“It’s gone when my mother entered the picture!”
“Really, I knew someone was getting cranky,” he said kissing your shoulder. He kissed further up your neck.
“Stop stop, I’m mad at you.” You giggled.
“All my kisses now, please,” he smiled. “I’ve a long day tomorrow, I need to wake up strong,” you turned around and met his lips, your hand, going up his head and pulling it closer as his body settled with yours. He leg went between yours, as he placed your head on the pillow. Giving one last peck, his hand switched off the light making it completely dark, just how he liked it, and placed his head on the pillow next to yours. When it came to wanting things a certain way, Harry was the best and he didn’t take no for an answer.
Joints
“It’s organic, herbal. Have you ever heard anyone die from weed?” Harry stated rolling the joint, a professional at it now. You were new to this circle. To be honest, you didn’t know how you ended up here. One second you were telling your friend it’s a great night to be high as the sky was clear, and you loved looking at the stars whenever you smoked. The next thing you have her pulling you to the VIP area which you are sure she flirted her way into. You didn’t mind, it was a talent. But, you were shocked to see the one and only Harry Styles there.
What was he doing here? You could see him and his girlfriend, missing her name from your head sittinf with a bunch of other people who was were wearing shirts and shorts. You didn’t understand this fashion sense. It made men look like babies.
You could see his hands working smoothly as he rolled another one, handing them over. His girlfriend moced closer and placed a leg on his which you were sure was an uncomfortable position to be in, but it looked like she was marking her territory.
It didn’t take you long to be completely out. Unfortunately for you that also meant you didn’t like being surrounded by a lot of people. Luckily the VIP area opened to a huge lawn and you went an laid on the grass. You giggled, always feeling a little too happy on weed. The stars seemed much more clear and you had a conversation with them.
“Can I join in?” You heard him ask. You loved his voice. You always had. You could have landed on his lap if you didn’t have a moral compass.
‘I’m talking to the stars,“ you told him. "I’m telling them that I would totally freakout if I saw you in real life,” he laughed and laid down beside you.
“The great kings of the past live there. They are looking down at you, seeing and yada yada yada,” he tried quoting.
“You know the movie is based off hamlet? My mind was blown when I found out,”
“That’s depressing,” he frowned and you looked at him, turning your head to the side. Your lips could touch if someone moved a tiny bit. “Hi, I’m Harry,” he said looking into your eyes.
You giggled, “my favourite star is called Harry,” you looked up. “He is very talkative. Chatty.”
“I don’t like that other people…things are called Harry,” he said sounding upset.
“You and a million other people,” you turned. He frowned, pouting.
“I don’t want my favourite star to be called something else,” you stared into his eyes, trying to debate and stopping yourself from giggling. He stared back and moved forward, placing his lips on yours. It was slow, no one moved, and then he pulled back.
“You can keep the name, if I can keep you.” You licked your lips and looked back at the stars.
“Deal.”
It wasn’t so great at the very start. (Harry Styles imagine)
“It looks like the fame finally got to your head. Such a real shame.” With one last glare, my mum left my house. I groan, screaming then throwing the remote across the wall. God, she can be a real bitch sometimes and I hate it when we fight.
I glance at my vibrating phone, staring at it, fighting the urge to smash it as well. I sigh, picking up after a while. “Hey love, you ready? I sent the dress and Stella to do your make up.” The sound of Laura, my manager, echoes through the phone and I immediately frown. What dress?! What Stella?! “What are you talking about exactly?” I mumble, rubbing my temple, feeling dizzy all of a sudden. Damn my stupid anger issues. I can basically feel her anger radiating out of the phone. “The VMA’s tonight Anna, you’re bloody nominated for 3 awards!!” She exclaims and I sigh, looking down at my nails. “Do I have to go? Honestly, I’m not in the mood.” I say, laying down on my couch, staring at the ceiling. I can hear her mumbling through the phone and I shake my head to myself, not wanting to hear anymore yelling. “Okay okay, I’ll be ready.”
I hang up the phone before she could say another word. I head to my bathroom, taking a shower. Normally, before award shows, I take a long relaxing bath, but right now I’m in no mood. I get out of the shower, not drying my hair cause I know Stella would do it anyway. I hear the bell and quickly run downstairs to open. Stella comes in view with her blonde short hair, blue piercing eyes, like damn, I’m the celebrity here and she’s better looking. Stella has been my stylist for a while now and we’re great friends. “Hey there, someone told me you were grumpy.” She grins, walking in and going upstairs to my room. The dress was in a bag, so I couldn’t really see it. “Yeah, same old same old.” I shrug, sitting down on the chaur and look at her. “Just get done with it already, I’m in no mood.” I sigh. She starts doing my hair, finishing it along with my make up which I honestly loved. I mean, I look gorgeous whenever I have make up on, which makes me smile a little. “Amazing as always El.” I smile softly at her. She unzips the bag and takes out the dress. “There, I know your style.” She gives me a wink and honestly, I grin so wide cause Stella has the best taste in dresses. “You never fail to amaze me.” She wiggles her eyebrows at me. “Well, you can thank me later.” She winks at me, with a huge grin across her face. “Huh? Whatya mean?” I ask confused, wondering what diabolical plan she has in mind. “Well, I might have heard that you’ll be seated next to Harry Styles. I want you to sit me up with Niall.” She looks me dead in the eyes and I laugh a little. That girl with her unhealthy crush on Niall. I shake my head. “A. They’re on a hiatus, remember? B. I won’t ask him that, that would be the first time I meet the guy and I want to leave a good impression, so no thanks but no thanks.” She groans and whines, throwing my heels on the ground. “Not fair bitch!” She leaves the room, stomping like a little child whose mother said No about buying him a new toy. I shake my head, putting on my dress and high heels.
Yup, I’m the shortest celebrity ever. Try being 20 and only 5 feet tall.
I walk downstairs to see Stella in the kitchen eating my whole fridge. “Have fun with Harry.” She winks, teasing me. I may have had a crush on Harry Styles for a few years now and I may have had accidentally confessed it, so I’ll leave to your imagination about what the paps did. Lucky me, Harry never commented, which made me relieved but slightly disappointed and sad.
I get into the lemo and sigh, looking down at my phone, to see that my mum tweeted. I bite my lip, torn between whether I should open it or ignore it. I quickly open it and see the tweet. ‘It’s so sad when your own daughter won’t listen to you. #disappointed.’ I hold the phone tightly with my hand that it turns white. I quickly diall her number. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” I yell as soon as she picks up. “What do you mean?” She asks, I know what she’s doing, she’s playing innocent. “The tweet!! Do you know what will happen to me cause of this tweet?” I grit my teeth, shaking from anger. “You better watch your tune with me! That’s all you seem to be thinking about lately! Your image! Doesn’t matter your family. Call me when you’re done being a bitchy brat.” She snaps, hanging up in my face.
I was seeing red, I didn’t even notice that we arrived. I groan at the fact that I will have to act as normal as possible. My car door was opened and my team helped me outside. I walk down the carpet ready to take my shots. I smile my big winner smile, I mean I was famous for two things, voice and smile. A lot of people told me that I had a pretty smile, of course I’d never believe that for one bit. I pose for the paps and stay for a while until hell broke loose. “ANNA! WHAT’S THE DEAL WITH YOUR MUM?”, “ANNA! WHY WAS SHE TWEETING STUFF ABOUT YOU?” They all just kept shouting and it was getting on my nerves. I was about to open my mouth, when I felt a hand gripping my arm and pulls me away. Wise thing to do cause I have a bit of a dirty mouth and would’ve gotten myself in an even bigger problem.
I take my seat, placing my palm over my eyes, feeling a headache forming. “Dammit.” I mumble, rubbing my temples. I look at the seat beside me and see that Harry wasn’t here yet, which made me slightly disappointed. However, the show starts and the three awards I was nominated for were right after eachother. Best female artist, video of the year and best tour choice. I was up against some pretty grand names, but I was however determined to win, my fans were the best. One thing’s for sure, If I win, Taylor Swift will start some drama about it. See, me and Taylor aren’t really on great terms, I just don’t like hypocrites and fake bitches. She happens to be one of them. Ian Somerhalder and Zendaya were the one giving the first award. They both look to the envelope and grin widely. “Well, looks like someone couldn’t take only one award home, so she decided to take the three of them.” My heart began beating fast. God, three? I started feeling down, cause no way in hell I’d win three awards just like that. “Anna honey, why don’t you come over here and take your awards?” Ian smiles at me and I immediately freeze. I won?! I WON!! I blush deep red and smile like a fool, heading to the stage.
I hug both of them and take all three awards. “Oh wow, look at these.” I say, chuckling nervously. “Everyone knows that I suck at giving speeches so let’s pretend that I said some very inspiring meaningful speech.” I laugh, and everyone in the room does so. “Seriously though, I never expected that I would win, that’s a grand honour, and I’m so thankful to everyone especially my beloved fans. They’re my everything, my whole world and the only reason I am what I am today. Thanks to all of you.” Everyone awh’s, cheers and claps and I return to my seat, but this time someone was there. He was on his phone and I instantly got nervous. That’s the first time I ever meet him in person. The one and only man I’ve ever loved. Harry Styles in flesh and blood. I gulp and sit down cautiously.
“Congratulations.” I hear a deep voice from beside me and I glance at him, to see that he was smiling. Oh god, I could come right here. His dimples were obvious and he was looking at me and I’ve never knew how deep green hus eyes was until now. So beautiful and mesmerizing. I was at loss of words when I snapped of it when I realised that I was basically staring at him. “Oh ummm... ye... yeah thanks.” I stutter and I mentally slap myself for doing so. I press my legs together and I try to ease the pain of embarrassment I just caused myself. “You alright, love?” He asks again, looking at curiously and I regret what comes out of my mouth. “I’m Great! Can’t you see? Why wouldn’t I be alright huh?” I snap at him, then widen my eyes. Shit. What have I done to myself?! His smile drops and he nods his head. “Uhh yeah, sorry.” He says, in a flat tone and gets up, heading only god knows where. “W.. wait... I didn’t mean to.” I sigh, whispering to myself. “Pretty lame huh?” I thought I heard a snake talks, wait I was right. I turn around, to see Taylor sitting with her arms crossed in front of her chest with a stupid smirk across her face. “You that hopless? Really? C’mon I did way better when I was with him." She grins, raising her eyebrows. I know what she’s doing. She wants me to embaress myself. We’re in public, cameras are everywhere and I have a short temper. Surprisingly to her (and me) I smile, getting up. “Really? Then why didn’t you do better tonight? I beat you in all three awards, right?” Her smirk drops, which makes mine grows even wider. She grits her teeth and glares at me, doesn’t know what to say. “Thought so.” I wink at her, heading out. Sarah, one of my team, looks at me with a frown and I know what she wants, but I stop her. “I really am tired, I just wanna go home.” I sigh and she could see how desperate I was. She calls my lemo and I jump in, going home. As soon as I walk into my house, I take off my dress and head to the bathroom. I stay in my undergarments on the bathroom floor and I start crying. I don’t know how long I have been balling my eyes out, but I finally feel tired and drained out. I have a mini heart attack when I look at the mirror. Literally, my whole make up was down my face. I wash my face, taking off my make up, feeling somehow relaxed. I slip under the covers not bothering to put on any sort of clothing.
I am dark loving person so my windows, curtains and doors are always closed. I hate the sun. So when I wake up, I have difficulty knowing which time is it. This time is different, it feels like those times when I have been up for three days straight recording or when I was on tour. Feels like I have been hit on the head with a sledgehammer. I yawn, stretching and making those awful noises that I still have no idea where they come from. I glance at my phone noticing that it was already noon. I groan, about to whine when I remeber I have nothing today. “Thsi warms up my cold heart.” I yawn, whispering to myself. I bite my lip as I dial Laura’s number. “Hey listen, I need a favour. I want Harry Styles’ number.” I tell her as soon as she picks up and maybe that wasn’t such a good idea after all. She goes on and on at the number of guys she tried to set me up with and I refused and she doesn’t approve of my crush on Harry. “Trust me, I’m not asking him out. It’s urgent pleeeeeeease.” I whine, using my baby voice. She finally gives in and decides to look for the number and send it to me in a text. Two hours later my phone buzzes and I see that it’s a text from Laura and my face brightens up immediately when I see that the text has Harry’s number! I squeal and sit doen on the couch with the number in front of me. I take deep breathes in and out then million thoughts rush through my head. What if he hangs up in my face?! Wheat if he hates me?! What if he doesn’t answer?! What if his mum oicks up the phone?! I groan, shaking my head to get rid of these thoughts
I take a deep breath then click call. It rings for a little then he picks up. “Hello!” He says in a cheerful, happy tone. I immediately smile like a fool. That man will be the death of me. “Ummm Hey.” I mumble and I groan silently at how stupid I sound. “Oh Hello!” He days after a while, pretty sure he doesn’t know what to say. “Ummm.... this is Anna.” I say, slowly. Silence. Deafening silence that makes me want to cry. “Oh hi, how are you?” He says, hesitatingly. I’m so stupid. FML. “Listen, I’m sorry I got your number without your permission, but I wanted to apologize for yesterday. I was nervous and had some stuff going on.” I say quickly, closing my eyes shut. I hear him sigh then stay silent. God, he hates me. He doesn’t forgive me. “Oh well, looks like you don’t forgive me. I repeat my apologies.” I sigh, hanging up. I tear up, pouting. I ruined the only chance I have with the only guy I have ever loved. Moments later, my phone rings and I pick up sighing, not even bothering to look at the ID. “Love, I wasn’t mad at you in the first place.” I blink too many times, then pinch myself and to my luck. I’m awake. “Huh?” That was all I could let out. I hear him chuckle. “I knew why you were nervous. Cause you like me, hmmmm?” I hear the teasing tone of him and I smile, biting my lip as I feel my whole face turns red. “I.... No..... I was......” I try to form one correct word, but I can’t even function.
“It’s fine love. I like you too.”
