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Will we ever get over this band? hmmm…great question. Probably not. Maybe in like years and years after they aren’t a band anymore. When we don’t listen to them everyday. But even then we will look back fondly on them and everything they did. We will watch the videos again. We will watch the movie again. We will smile and laugh just like we always did. And our hearts will still fill with joy. And that same feeling that starts to bloom in your chest when you think about them will happen all over again. And we will sigh to ourselves because they never really let us go. they were always there. just waiting for us to find them again.

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What I truly feel

#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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#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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