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"For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart."

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Road Trip with Harry. 

Song: I’ll Die by My Double, My Brother

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Road Trip - Harry

Our wet feet met the dry sand. His wet hand held my wet hand. We smiled at each other, wind blowing in our hair. My brain could not have made up a dream like that, so out of the world and freeing. Spending the most marvellous time with such an amazing human being.

It was late in the evening. The sun was about to fall behind the horizon. It was up to the moon and stars to light up the beautiful night sky. No one were close by, only the two of us. We had the whole beach to ourselves. Hell, it was if we had the whole world to ourselves. The sand was soft; a little cold, but nothing major. The weather was perfect; not too cold, not too warm. The water on the other hand; extremely cold, incredible cold, unbearable cold.

His brown curls blew perfectly in the breeze. The perfect variation of ‘face-full-of-hair-handsomeness’ and ‘I-can-see-his-whole-face-cuteness’. Nothing more exciting than having it both ways.

“Trust me on this one,” harry said out of nowhere and lifted me up.

“Harry, what – “

Before I had the chance to let out another word, Harry lifted me up and spun me around, continuing until he had no control. It ended with both of us laying in the sand, him on top of me.

Our laughs echoed on the beach. Harry rolled on his side, facing me, “how are you enjoying our trip so far?” he asked, still smiling down at me. Me, lucky, little me.

“I might consider you one of my top ten favourite people,” a cheeky grin, the one he usually uses, was plastered on my face as I said it. Harry looked at me, mouth and eyes wide open, pretending like he was taking offense. “That is how much I am enjoying our trip.”

“That is harsh,” he said, “even coming from your mouth.” I was the one pretending to take offense at that point, mouth open and all, copying Harry in some sort of way. “In all honesty, I think you are in my top three,” Harry took a theatrical pause, “heck, you might be a strong number one.”

“Really?” my heart started bumping rapidly, actually feeling flattered.

“But you really hurt my feeling, not even giving me a top five score,” he looked sad. Fake sad, I could tell. I liked that about Harry. He knew when to joke around and when not to. “I think you just bumped yourself down to a third place.”

“How- “

“Ah, ah, ah! You have no one but yourself to blame, miss!” he joked. I could tell by his shivering lips how badly he wanted to smile. “You do not have to ask who comes before you anyhow, that is none of your business.”

I did not take me long to add two and two together, “it is your mum and sister, innit?” No response. We both ended up chuckling quietly for ourselves.

“We should get out of these wet clothes,” Harry said as we reached the car. He opened the back and pulled out the tent, some bags and our covers.

I grabbed my bag and started ravaging through it to find my warm and dry clothes. Harry had thrown everything else on the ground a few metres beside the car. I heard him walk back over to me.

“Did you, by any chance, bring me some clothes?” he asked. What a load of unprepared mess I had to deal with, was my initial thought. I shut my eyes in disbelief, a tiny smile slowly forming on my face, followed by a little chuckle.

“You did not bring any extra clothes?” he shook his head in response. I shook my head again, still in disbelief, still chuckling for myself. “I guess you have to walk around with your covers, then.”

“If I am doing it, you are doing it,” he quickly said. “How romantic, huh? Yeah, I think it is. Might as well been the plan all along,” Harry looked happy with himself, showing me a wide smile, teeth and all.

I knew there was no way out of it and started undressing. As I started rolling down my pants, I noticed, in my sideview, Harry staring. I quickly straightened up and crossed my arms.

“You got me into this in the first place, mister,” I started, “you were the one carrying me out in the water, with clothes and all!” Harry, still with his wide smile, snickered. He raised both of his arms ‘surrendering’.

“If you insist,” he said and went to action, “I must say; you are a dirty beast, wanting me out of my clothes and all that, miss.” I rolled my eyes at him, smiling.

Once both of us had stripped down, we quickly went over to the bags and found our covers. I looked over to the bag, in which our tent equipment was inside.

“Harry,” I said, pointing to the bag with the tent, “either we try to put up the tent while being burritoed in our covers, or we need to let the covers go and be quick to put up the tent before we freeze to death,” I looked towards him, “you decide.”

“Ready?” he stared back at me, “set, go!” We both let the covers fall to the ground, followed by us rushing over to the bag with the tent.

It took us approximately 20 freezing minutes to figure out the tent. Harry was more educated in tenting than I was. I was only slowing down the process and ended up watching him from the side line, cheering him up until he got annoyed and asked me to stay quiet. I did not bother at all, as I could go back in the only resource of warmth we had – the covers.

Once Harry was finished, I rushed over to him, opening my covers and inviting him into the warmth. To no surprise, he gladly accepted. I squeezed him, warming him up. We stood there for a good five minutes, kissing each other’s necks, cheeks, lips, until we decided to head inside our tent.

“You know, Y/N, I have been thinking,” he said. I nodded, signalizing him to continue, “you might be my number one, after all.” Harry smiled, I smiled, we both did, at each other, with each other.

I nodded, happy with my placing. I sat up properly and looked at him in all seriousness, “your tenting skills amazed me to the point where I moved you to my top five, instead of top ten.”

“Oh, yeah? It was these killer arms that made you swirl, was it not?” he said as he lifted his arms above his covers and started to flex. I snorted, making both of us laugh.

I nodded again, smiling, “those arms sure had a major part in my decisioning, yeah.”

“What number am I on then, if you moved me to top five?” Harry inquired.

I started thinking, my fingers stroking my chin, “a solid number three.” Harry raised his eyebrows in a matter question.

“Pardon me?” he shook his head in disbelief. Within seconds, his lips were on mine, pressing me down towards the ground. Gravity hit us hard, as my hands had no chance in keeping me up with Harry on top of me. We both took breaks to laugh, as we kept tickling one another, rolling around in the tent.

One thing led to another and before we knew it, we ended up turning the tent into a sauna. Harry kept kissing my neck as he buried himself deep into me, grunting. My fingers intertwined with his wet curls. I ran my fingers down his hair, back to his neck and pressed him closer to me, kissing him passionately.

“You just got first place,” I whispered seductively after the kiss. He grinned down at me, before he continued to grunt intensively. We both did.

I woke up to Harry shaking me the next morning, “wakey, wakey!” he sang, shaking me.

Hesitantly, I leaned up on my elbows before managing to sit up correctly. I rubbed my eyes and turned my head to look at Harry. The sight made me smile. There he was, sitting up, smiling back at me, showing his teeth and all.

Never could my brain have made up a dream like that.

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Your writing is beautiful babe! Don't let hateful people bring you down! :) xx

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Comfort - Harry

A/N: Wow, hello. This one is unedited, meaning I did not go over it and correct my grammar. I felt inspired to write today. I’ve been dealing with some problems lately and it felt good to write this. This is not, whatsoever, a masterpiece, I know that. I would like to see some responses, hopefully positive, but it’s nothing I expect. Please enjoy! 

I woke abruptly from a long, long night of half-sleep. It was one of those nights when I struggled to fall asleep, thinking of all sorts of problems, that I could recall, that I had encountered throughout my short life of 20 years. Before I could solve all of my past problems, new ones started to appear. Future problems. Problems I might encounter the next decade, and maybe the decade after that, as well. Eyes wide open, thinking, worrying, breathing heavily, shivering from anxiety.

My body was lying straight out in bed, my back facing the mattress. With both arms on either side of my body, I used my hands to push myself up. I looked over to my left. He looked so peaceful lying there next to me. I hoped he had a good night sleep. Maybe he even had equally good dreams. He deserved that. Most people who lingered to have that, deserve it.

I could easily sit there and watch him breath peacefully. Sleep was such a fragile thing, depending on each person. Some could sleep through hell and all, others could wake up from the tiniest noise. I could relate to the latter. The sound of a needle hitting the floor or someone walking on crisp leaves outside their house could be enough.

I envied him for looking so calm, like an adorable puppy sleeping after an hour of intense playing. He made it look so easy to fall asleep. His chest rose, then sank back down towards the mattress. God, if could have been him in that moment.

Someone at work once told me the bedroom usually had a fading fart smell in the morning, especially if you did not sleep alone. Whilst lying straight out as a plank all night, there usually is a pool of gas that has been created in your body and standing up causes that gas to sneak out. Never had I smelled it myself, but it was a thought that was stuck in my brain. A disgusting and weird thought, might I add.

I slid my feet out of bed and stood up. I shambled to the bathroom, walked over to the toilet, pulled down my panties, did my business, flushed and washed my hands. Next was the kitchen, not that I was a breakfast-person, but I knew I had to start my day with something.

The coffee machine was all set from the night before, as I measured everything before I went to bed. It was something I inherited from my parents. Clever people. I turned on the coffee machine and stood in front of it until the engine started making the usual noises and the water started running. The refrigirator looked boring as usual. An easy sandwich with lettuce, ham and cheese was made in a matter of approximately three minutes, just in time to hear the coffee finishing up.

With an empty cup and half a sandwich eaten before me, Harry walked into the kitchen, yawning and stretching his arms.

“Mornin’,” he said as he finished his yawn. Asleep or awake, that man could kill me with his adorableness. He ruffled his hair, as if it would fix his hair. It did not, but hey, adorable, remember?

“Good morning to you, as well,” I replied, getting myself ready to stand up to fix myself another cup of coffee. Harry stopped me midway and snapped the cup out of my hands.

“Milk and sugar, yes?” he inquired. I looked back at him with a raised eyebrow.

“Do you have to ask?” a little smile was formed on my face. I knew he knew.

“No milk and sugar it is,” he winked, jokingly. We both liked it regular, but we would sometimes ask one another, sort of like a joke, or if one of us suddenly wanted to live on the edge.

“Did you sleep alright?” Harry gave me a quick kiss on the cheek, then proceeded to turn around and open the refrigerator.

I shook my head, “I had some problems sleeping again.” I heard Harry close the refrigerator and put down the commodities on the counter. Suddenly, I felt to hands hold around me from behind. Harry gave me another kiss on the head and squeezed tight.

“I’m sorry to hear that, love,” he sighed. “Any nightmares?” I nodded, mumbling a ‘mhm’. He sighed again, his lips kissing my head a second time. His face turned to the side, so that his cheek rested on my head. “I wish I could help.”

“Me too, but you are helping plenty by just being you,” I turned to him. His body straightened up and we looked at each other. “You are being the best boyfriend you could ever be. Having you ask me about my sleep is comforting,” I gave him a tiny smile. “If only I could give any of that comfort back to you.”

He chuckled. I looked at him, confused. “What are you laughing?”

“You have no idea how much you comfort me back, babe,” his smile grew bigger as he spoke. “After a long and stressful day at work, you always put your problems aside and comfort me.”

“I make you dinner and watch our favourite series on the telly. You cannot possibly compare –.”

“That is,” he started, interrupting me. Another chuckle left his mouth, “that is my sort of comfort, Y/N. You make me food and watch telly with me. That is the most comforting thing you can do to me.” “That and lovemaking,” he quickly added, smiling cheekily. We smiled at one another for some time.

His curls, his smile, his dimples, his eyes, his everything grew butterflies in my stomach. After all the years we had been together, his personality and looks never stopped amazing me.

That same night, we were sitting in front of the telly. Having his arm around me and snuggling into his armpit made me warm inside. I loved knowing that I comforted him that way. One problem less.

I sat up and quickly turned my body, facing him. “Harry?”

“Hm?” he looked back at me, raising both his eyebrows in question.

“I love you,” I smiled and bit my lower lip.

“I love you too, love,” he quickly scanned my body, biting his lower lip as well, “a lot.”

I leaned in, “I want to comfort you,” I whispered in his ear. I rested my cheek against his. I knew he was smiling, I felt it.

“As I said this morning, babe; you have never not comforted me. You are comforting me right no-. “

“In the bedroom,” I interrupted him. It was a long time since I felt I was on fire. He pulled me carefully away from him, looking extremely smug in his position.

“Now we are talking.” Both of us stood up, turned off the telly and went straight to the bedroom.

I had no problem falling asleep that night whatsoever.

One problem less.

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Best Last Night

Hi, everyone. Long time, no see. This is a short story I wrote a couple of years ago. Hopefully, this can open your eyes of what can happen when you lose control. I’m fully aware that some of these actions happens to boys/men, as well. Women are not the only victims in this world, and the male victims should be brought forward.

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She looked like a normal person in the picture shown at the television screen, around the age of 15 or 16. In the photo, she wore a beautiful smile, making her seem like she was a regular, young and happy teenager. On the other side, her story was not as beautiful as she were.

My name is Angelina Iwon. I turned 15 a few weeks ago and tonight is my first time out with friends. I might not be old enough to consume alcohol, but after all, I am a soon-to-be adult. I can make my own decisions. Besides, what is the worst thing that can happen in one night?

I am meeting up with my best friends, Julie and Helly. Both of them have tasted alcohol before, which makes me the only alcohol virgin. It is exciting to think about, breaking the rules and all. My body is already telling me that this night is going to be one of my best nights yet.

We arrive to the location where a few 21-year-olds are hosting a party. It is thanks to Julie’s brother that we got the chance to be here tonight, as his friends happen to be the hosts. The amount of boys makes it ever more exciting to be here.

I am talking to an older boy, whom I cannot remember the name of, in the corner of the room. The smell of booze and sweaty armpits is filling my nostrils. The smells are both thrilling and utterly uncomfortable at the same time. However, the boy in front of me is giving me a strong aroma of booze. His breath smells like something similar to a disinfectant hand sanitizer. His eyes are looking at me with a lustful look, making me slightly nervous. Yet I still choose to chat with him. The alcohol that is currently running through my veins is somehow decreasing my level of tension. I am having a mix of both feelings, as the alcohol is making me unsure and stupid. Tiresome is the right word. Being in a room of drunk people, all over 18, is tiresome.

The older boy hands me a drink, telling me it is his favourite. Smiling, I accept the drink. Within seconds, the drink floats down my throat like a sailing ship on a sea full of waves. It burns. My first reflect is to cough. Not only once, but several times. Suddenly, the room is starting to blur and spin around. I find my body heavier and my head empty. Suddenly, the room starts to reflect multiple coloured lines. The lines are spinning around, slowly.

“Should we go somewhere else?” he says, breaking the silence. I look at him in question. “Somewhere more quiet,” is quickly added, as if it is a part of his previous sentence. Again, I look at him with blank eyes. Without knowing I fulfil his wish for us to be alone by nodding, hoping the headache and colours will disappear once we are somewhere silent.

I follow him upstairs to a darker room. He is nice, I think for myself. It is so kind of him to take care of me. I look up at him with a relaxing smile. He smiles down at me in return. He moves closer. My feet moves back a few steps, as he is getting closer. He does not stop. He keeps moving towards me. His hands take a good grip around each of my wrists. I try to yank them out of his grip. He is too strong. I am too weak. It feels like someone has switched my muscles off, turning me into the fragile lamb.

I am confused and lost in my own thoughts. I feel the headache coming back. Not because of noise or colours, but because nervousness and triggering questions, like why he suddenly use his physical strength against me, and how he could go from a nice and helpful human being, to a complete controlling creep.

The bed embraces me as he pushes me onto it. It is soft. I can easily fall asleep in a bed like this, but falling asleep is not written on the list - getting away from the older boy is.

The man is slowly crawling towards me, his eyes still full of thirst and hunger. He has changed since we first started talking. One second he is acting all sweet, but within minutes he suddenly turned into a dominant and uncomfortable beast. Even if I try to push him away, my muscles will only wither under his touch.

His right hand is caressing my left cheek. I close my eyes in fear. I let out a slight sob in discomfort. I open my eyes to see the sight of him smirking down at me, completely in control over my tiny body.

“So beautiful,” he whispers tenderly. “So young.” Tears are now running down my cheeks, as he slowly runs his hands down my sides, cupping my curves. Shivers rush through my spine by the act.

“Don’t,” I beg. “Please.” He answers with laughter. The 21-year-old starts to slowly drag down my skirt. He undresses me until the air is the only thing clutching my body. It is his turn to take his clothes off, except there is only one difference – he does it voluntary. He reach down in one of his pockets, and pulls out a tiny and thin plastic bag. He opens it.

I am lying here in pain. The older boy is now out of sight. His task was accomplished within minutes. I am alone, cold, fully exposed and scared that he will show up again. My mind is making me watch it over and over again as a flashback. I cannot escape. I cannot escape. I cannot escape.

She looked so normal in the photograph shown on the television. Angelina Iwon, a 15-year old rape victim found dead. Case of death: alcohol poisoning and dehydration. The news reporter confirmed that the rapist has been in court.

“I was drunk,” the rapist said himself. “I was drunk and stupid. I cannot remember a thing.” He adds the fact that he has a younger sister, and thinking about an older man raping her is too hard to imagine. “Would I let someone do that to my sister? No. Would I let myself do that to a younger girl? Absolutely not.”

No clear evidence on the crime scene could lead to charges against him, as there only was proof of him being drunk. The judge found him not guilty for his actions and released him.

Angelina Iwon’s first night out turned out to be her last. What people had no clue of was that Angelina was not his first, nor his last victim.

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Awkward...

If there's one thing I suck at - it's being active on tumblr. 

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Sorrysorrysorry.

You're allowed to hate me, you're allowed to call me lazy, you're allowed to call me whatever because I've been bad at posting. 

Truth is:

1. I've been working on a new fan fiction and I want it to mean something. I don't want it to be a fall-in-love-and-live-happily-ever-after-cliche. 

2. I've been travelling for nearly a month (Svalbard and Turkey + family visits). 

3. Family takes time. 

4. I've had massive pains because of my lack of intelligence. Never walk in the woods barefoot because stones can be sharp and they can cause deep cuts. They had to effing sew five stitches under my foot and it hurt like a bitch + the struggle on crutches is real. Bless your heart if you'd have to walk on crutches for several weeks. You deserve a medal. 

5. Stomach pains (I'm a wimp ALRIGHT). 

6. My imagination is a ghost town with shitty and explosive diarrhoea (sorry for being graphic).

7. I'm lazy. 

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When are you going to update?

I know I suck, sorry. I only have one last exam to finish today and then, I'm done with exams. Wow, I can't believe I just wrote that, like... wow. 

BTW: We're getting a dog, which means I'll be spending a lot of time taking care of him and making sure he's getting all the attention he needs. ♥

- Annie :)

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Prince Charming Part 8: Jump

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“Do you think we will make it?” his head turned to look at me standing over his shoulder.

“Do not ask me, I have been locked inside this castle my whole life. Making decisions on my own has never really been an option for me,” I whispered, shrugging.  

We stood in the doorframe with the door slightly open. My life was in Harry’s dirty hands. Our castle had never been attacked before, and neither did we have an escape route that I knew of. Trying to run out the exit was not an option either. Besides, I would not have made it. I would only get us both caught due to my not athletic body.

Harry closed the door in a rush, and quickly spun around so that his back was against the door. “What happened? Did someone see you?” I gasped, which only caused him to smile amusingly.

“You ridiculously adorable when you are frightened,” a nifty grin was put upon his face. I slapped his shoulder.

“Now is not the time to play,” I said strictly. I crossed my arms, irritated by his behavior. His arms were soon around me, pulling me closer for a hug. I accepted the hug by swinging my arms around him as well, only to be able to take a good sniff of his cologne. The feeling of warmth and safety embraced me, even though the danger himself could ramble in the door at this very moment and ruin our little moment.

“Enough of this,” he pulled away, stroking his hand through his curls with a slight smile across those lips of his. “I know you enjoyed it,” I said with confidence. After all, it was the truth; at least that was what the smile plastered on his face told me.

“The coast is clear,” his voice whispered. I was not even aware that Harry had opened the door again. We prowled down the gigantic hallway.

“I wonder why we have not been found yet,” I whispered the second we found another room we could hide in, “I mean, we are not exactly the best to hide.” I could see Harry smile in the corner of my eye. I knew what was coming.

“Because you are with me.” Yeah, I was right. He found the most typical and cheesy sentence in the book. His adorable dimples were visible yet again, probably because of the sentence he actually dared to say. I wanted to hit him in the head for his choice of sentence, but I also wanted to attack his body by throwing myself over him. I chose to do neither of them. Both of them would have gotten us taken or possibly murdered anyway, in case someone could hear us.

I took a seat on the only couch in the room. Harry joined me seconds after, after he had secured the door. The room slowly fell into a deep and silent place.

“You are gorgeous,” Harry spoke in hushed tones. I frowned my eyebrows, confused of what he was trying to accomplish. “Um, I apologize for being perplexing, but I wanted the conversation to continue,” he smiled harmlessly, “I enjoy talking to you.” His words caused me to blush. I swallowed hard. The way his eyes looked at me, the way he made me smile (and partially cry) on the inside was almost overwhelming.

“I enjoy it a lot, too,” I smiled widely with redder cheeks than earlier. Sure, the current time we were spending together was not really the most pleasant adventure, but he had already proved me how much of a gentleman he was.

Harry looked at me with sensitive eyes, slowly moving closer to me, eyeing me up and down, as if he did not know what part of my body his eyes wanted the most. I copied his movements and shifted closer as well. His fingertips tickled down my arms, his hand continuing its way down to my waist where he tightened his grip, causing our clothed groins to touch, textile to textile. I looked straight into his wild, dominant eyes. The sight of lust could easily be seen in his dark eyes. My hands brushed themselves through his dark curls at the slowest pace possible. Harry responded with an eager groan, throwing his body over mine, which caused me to fall back in the couch. Prince Styles’ lips came in contact with the skin on my neck and did not hesitate to start nibbling on it. I enjoyed each second. The feeling of him taking care of me and the intense and heavy moans the two of us let out was fiery. Harry’s hands were roaming up and down my body, carefully massaging my curves.

“I-I need you,” I managed to let out through my parted lips. He started to kiss his way down to my cleavage, but stopped to look up at me.

“May I?” he asked tenderly. I nodded, biting playfully down on my bottom lip as his hands went behind my back to untie the silk threads that were holding my dress up. He repeated the actions when he came to the corset as well. Once all of my clothing was off, our eyes made contact again. His face was breaming with happiness and of course, lust – lots of, lots of lust.

He quickly undressed himself, before hovering over me again, still smiling like the moron he was. I felt him enter me slowly, but I did not hesitate to push him off me, not sure if this was what I wanted. I sat up quickly, my hands trying to cover me up the best way possible.

“Maybe this is not a good idea,” I breathed nervously. Harry put his arm around my shoulder, pushing me to fall on his unheated chest, his hands tickling the skin on my arm.

“If you do not want you, then that is fine, but would you please tell me why you suddenly changed your mind?” his voice whispered in my ear. I shrugged.

“I have never really done anything like this with someone,” I confessed, but he probably knew that already. He, and everyone else, knew how strict my father was when it came to the opposite gender. Anything that included love was uncommon for me. “Besides, doing this whilst being attacked does not exactly sound like a good plan.”

“No worries,” he grinned down on me, “I respect women, and therefore I will not do anything against your will.” How could I have thought that this man was cruel? He was the complete opposite. His respect for women, his amazing skill at making someone feel good and safe was all he had to do to arouse me. Could it be possible that my body wanted him, but not my brain? Was I really experiencing a fight against myself? How could my body say yes and my brain say no? No, no, no. I wanted this. Through all the years where I have been told no to everything, I was not going to miss this opportunity to say yes.

“I want you, Styles,” I whispered seductively in his ear with an evil grin. I could not even say another word until Harry’s body was over me again. He was smiling once again. His two hands caressed each side of my face, leaning down closer to kiss me. Without being prepared, he pushed himself inside me at a slow pace.

“You were not joking when you said you had never done this,” he groaned out, “you are tighter than my fist,” he said through gritted teeth. I could feel my lower part burn, but the consequences for screaming out the pain were too risky. I dug my teeth into my bottom lip to lock my screams inside.

Harry stroke one of his hands through my hair, telling me everything was going to feel better soon. I had no other choice than to believe the young prince. Tiny drops of sweat were dangling on the tips of his soaked hair, falling down on my up heated skin every now and then. Both of our bodies were glistening from sweat, low moans escaping our lips, even though we both tried to keep them inside.

After several minutes with his groaning and my moaning, I felt something. I had never felt it, but I knew something was going to happen, something explosive.

“H-H-Harry,” I squirmed in pleasure. I watched Harry with slightly squinted eyes, enjoying the view of him tensing his neck muscles as he leaned his head back in pleasure. That was when everything went black, only for a few seconds, though. The pleasure that had been warming itself up for several minutes slowly left my body. Once I came back from the darkness, I could see Harry lying on the other end of the couch, breathing as heavy as I did, if not harder.

“Incredible,” he said under his breath, “absolutely incredible.” I crawled my way over to him and fell down in his arms. He gave my forehead a quick kiss. We stayed in the same position for several minutes, enjoying each other company.

Causing our bodies to jump, we suddenly heard a bang on the door. We looked at one another for seconds before we realized what was going on. We had been caught. Within a second, the two of us were crawling on the floor, looking for our different pieces of clothing. Once we were both fully clothed, all we could hear was people trying to kick the door open, while we were desperately looking for somewhere to hide. There were no closets to hide in, nor was it any furniture to hide under.

“Quick, over here,” Harry demanded me over to the window, his voice only a tone above a whisper. I made my way over to him.

“Jump,” he commanded. I took a few steps back, obviously refusing to follow what he ordered me to. I shook my head; just to be sure he understood that jumping out of the window was nothing but a stupid idea from my point of view. Harry groaned in frustration and grabbed my arm, forcing me to stand in front of the window he had opened.

“There has to be another-“ “Jump!” he yelled at me, “I’ll be right behind you, I promise,” his voice was toned down a bit. I turned around to look at two green eyes that were already looking back down on mine. “We do not have time for this,” he pointed out, and he was right. I looked over his shoulder to where the door was, but was interrupted by two lips I could recognize the feeling of anywhere. I was left in disappointment once his lips were no longer on mine. “Jump, now.”

I quickly stood up on the windowsill and looked down on the bushes that were going to scratch up my body. My head turned to look down on Harry one last time, in case I did not survive the jump. His smile made most of my fear fade away and those green eyes of his made it feel like I already was falling. Harry nodded. I nodded.

As I was about to let myself fall, the door was kicked open. I was about to jump down from the windowsill my feet were placed on and lock my arms around Harry to feel safe again, but before I could even move, he had already pushed me off the edge. I was falling, back facing down.

I had successfully landed in the big pile of bushes. Harry, who said he was going to be right behind me, was no longer in sight.

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Letting Go - Liam

A/N: It's not much, but it's something. 

I’ll see you soon, babe.

I felt connected, trapped. My eyelids separated from each other slowly, lights attacking my eyeballs within a second. I tried to sit up, but was too weak to even manage my own weight. I sighed in disappointment, realizing I was still trapped in the same body I tried to get rid of. How useless could a person feel? I couldn’t even commit suicide right.

While being in deep concentration, I heard the door slightly open, brown hair soon visible in my sight. Liam walked in with heavy steps, face pale and hair messier than ever. “You’re up,” he said above a whisper, “YOU’RE UP!” he cries out and start walking faster towards you.

Once he approached the bed, he fell into my arms, hugging out his emotions. “You’re still here,” I heard him sniff. He looked up a second later, cheeks red from crying. He jumped closer and kissed my forehead. I was still confused and tired, causing me to sit there like a statue, even though I felt warm thanks to his presence.

  “Liam, I’m sorry,” I finally managed to let out. Liam shook his head rapidly.

  “You have nothing to apologize for, honey. I was the one who should’ve been there for you, hug you and make you feel more loved. I knew about the haters all along and I still didn’t defend you. I should’ve proved you how much I love you and appreciate you. I should've let you know how much you’re worth,” he kissed my forehead again, “and that’s exactly what I plan to do from this day on.”

  “Liam, I-“ “You shouldn’t be in this bed, neither should you have felt the need to do this,” he said, tears rolling down as a thin trail down his cheeks. The urge to say something back was enormous, yet I wasn’t able to due to the big lump in my throat. His words meant so much. It was just words, but it was enough.

  I pull him closer and kissed his soft and shivering lips, then hugged him like we did earlier.

   “Please don’t ever try to leave me again,” he said and hugged me back like he planned on never letting go. 

[anniejustic]

Hello, sorry to bother you I was just wondering if you could update the prince charming imagine! I am in love with it!😍😍 Again so very sorry to bother you

Aww, don’t feel sorry! I’ll try my best to work on the next chapter/part today, but when I’ll post it depends on how much time I have this week. 

- Annie :)

[anniejustic]

Can you post a link to all the chapters of that nerd niall fanfic were he has pneumonia please? I really like the story

I'm glad you like it, hon! And HERE you are. Click "next" to go to the next chapter, but you probably knew that already.

- Annie :)

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Good Enough - Niall

A/N: This is for all the people who puts themselves down in a negative way. You're all beautiful, and I really hope that you'll understand that one day! I'm here for anyone who wants to talk. x

Sorry for the long wait, btw! 

- Annie :)

I groaned in frustration, looking at the person in front of me in disgust. The person before me was nothing but a disappointment and, excuse my language, a bitch. Sadly enough, we were very much alike. We had the same hair colour, the same taste in fashion and make-up. We were practically twins. In fact, we were the same person.

Niall had invited me to one of the red carpet galas, where the women’s dresses meant everything. Their dresses was going to be found in every fashion magazine the day after, were the biggest fashion bloggers where going to judge every detail of them. Not only would they write about other people’s choice of wearing, but it was also going to be discussions about how fit and well they looked. Due to my curvy figure, those discussions and comments would only leave me tears. There was no place for me in the big celebrity world. Besides, I was only there because of Niall. I had nothing to be there for, except for supporting my boyfriend, which millions of fans would hate me for doing. Hate was going to be thrown at me from both sides. I was going to be hated for my look and relationship with one of the most “loved” person in the world. The worst part was probably the fact that I would ruin Niall’s career. He was supposed to date a slim and beautiful model, not someone like me.

  I turned around, viewing the sight of myself from the side in the mirror. My hand landed firmly on my stomach, as I used every muscle in my stomach to push it in. No matter how hard I tried, I never seemed to look fit enough in the dresses I wanted to wear. The mirror showed me the whole body figure I barely managed to live with. I sighed heavily and sat back down on the bed, burying my face in my clammy palms.

  “Honey?” I heard the familiar voice say above a whisper. My head lifted itself up from my palms to look at the tall figure in front of me, who was leaning against the doorframe, looking innocent as always in one of his black suits. It didn’t take long until the figure moved over to where I currently was sitting, kneeling down before me. His hands landed on my knees, as he tried to comfort me by rubbing them.

  “What’s wrong?” he inquired. I both giggled and sniffed at the same time, wiping away a tear, “is it that obvious?” I paused, "that something is wrong?" he nodded. I nodded as well, trying to fake a smile with my now shivering lips. I was such an idiot. Of course it was obvious that something was wrong. If Niall sat with his face buried deep into his palms, I would’ve noticed and asked as well.

  Whilst wiping away tears that seemed to fill my eyes each second, his hand gripped my arm and forced it down to my lap. His hands was at once wrapped around mine, making them more clammy.

  Those innocent eyes of his looked up at me. He didn’t really cover his unhappiness. “What’s wrong?” I was the one asking this time. “Seeing you upset makes me upset,” he said. I hit myself in the head with a brick on the inside. I made him feel upset because of my insecurity, which he shouldn’t be at all. It was my own fault for looking at myself the way I did, not his. He deserved better.

  “Go,” I said as a command, but if he took it like one was up to him. “What?” he looked up at me in shock, “no! If you’re not going, I’m not going,” he made it sound like it was an easy choice and that he wanted to stay, but I already knew how much award shows meant to him. It wasn’t about winning or anything, but it was about showing the world that he was more than just an Irish boy. He was Niall Horan, a person who enjoyed life, who never would’ve turned down an option to get to know new people. He loved everyone in different ways. If they won the award tonight, he could show the people who doubted him that he was fearless and strong. He would show the haters that he don’t care about them.

  I couldn’t help but smile about how pathetic he sounded. “Please, just go,” I begged, “for me,” I quickly added. There was no way I was going to ruin his chance to accomplish something in his life. Instead of standing up and walk away like I asked him to, he forced me to stand up with him, never letting go of my hands.

  “Why won’t you go with me?” he clearly lingered for an answer. I shook my head, not having the guts to tell him about my hidden feelings. He sighed, “remember when you told me the key to a healthy relationship was honesty?” I answered his question easily by nodding my head. “Then please tell me what’s bothering you,” his eyes never left mine. Even if I tried to lure myself away from his glare, he would make me look at him by simply lifting my chin up with his hand. I breathed heavily, nervous of what I was going to say. He on the other hand, was looking at me dead serious. I couldn’t even hear his breath.

  “I’m fat,” was all I managed to let out through my half-opened mouth. How much I regretted my choice of words was painfully embarrassing. Out of all the possible ways I could’ve told him, I chose the most hurtful and stupid one. I shut my eyes close, trying to erase the moment from my brain, which I figured out was impossible. All different types of feelings injected themselves into my body, causing me to feel heavier than I already felt.

I felt something soft, something warm and comforting. It was on my lips. It was Niall, or more correctly, his lips. The comforting warmth from his sudden body contact was gone, as he leaned away from the kiss. “Don’t ever think such a thought again,” he said, probably as some sort of warning. I couldn’t really tell. He was too innocent to give people warnings.

  I sniffed, not even realising I had let the tears escape. Niall lifted his hand up to wipe away the tears. I looked closely at him while he was in deep concentration. “Y-you’re just so beautiful,” he whispered. The same soft, warm and comforting feeling was back. His lips moved in sync with mine. I was the one leaning away this time. Even though I wanted to continue the kiss oh so badly, I wasn’t really in the mood.

  Niall’s hands were on each side of my face, his thumbs stroking my skin carefully, smiling slightly. “Don’t allow people to push you down this way, babe. Think of me instead, and that I’m always going to sit here with open arms and wait for you,” I could feel his eyes scan every inch of my face thoroughly. “And whenever you fall into my arms, I’m going to tell you how beautiful you really are, no matter how old and cliché it’s going to sound,” he smiled. I smiled, too, but as seconds flew by, the smile on my face slowly faded away. I shook my head and pushed him away from me.

  “You deserve better,” I spoke out, “you deserve someone who’s perfect, even without make-up.” The sparkle in his eyes was shortly replaced with tears. Niall tried to move closer, which only caused me to back up and fall down on the bed.

  “You don’t want me anymore?” he asked in full confusion. He had obviously misunderstood each word I said to him. “You’re right,” Niall sniffed, “maybe I deserve better. Maybe I deserve to have a beautiful model as my girlfriend.” I swallowed hard. It sounded worse when it came out of his mouth. I tried my best to fight against the tears, but ended up failing, again. In fact, we were both failing. His cries were, of course, more silent than mine, but I knew we were both hurt. The reason he was crying was a little foggy for me, but the reason I was crying was because he finally (but sadly) said the most hurtful sentence I ever imagined he would say; I deserve a model. My brain agreed with him, but my heart didn't.

  “Maybe I deserve a model…” he whispered, repeating the sentence several times for himself, “but I don’t need a model, and I sure don’t want one either,” he added. I looked up at him quickly, surprised. “I have you,” Niall smiled and sat down on the bed, “and you’re good enough. What am I saying? You’re MORE than good enough for me, Y/N.” I was taken aback and in complete shock. A smile formed on my face.

  Niall took his hands in mine, whilst digging his eyes into my soul. My cheeks were burning from blushing too much. “Now,” he started, fiddling with our hands, “we have an award show to go to.” I giggled and nodded. I didn't even get the chance to say no until he was forcing me to get up.

  Once Niall had helped me up on my feet, I walked straight to the mirror. I gasped loudly, turning quickly to face Niall. “I look horrible!” I stated in horror. Niall chuckled lightly and walked closer. He turned me around, so that my back was against his chest. His head rested on my shoulder. I was facing the mirror again with Niall right behind me. His hands reached up to my face and wiped away the wet mascara marks under my eyes.

  “You look the complete opposite of horrible,” he smiled and kissed my neck lovingly. His arms were soon hanging around my waist like a belt. “Besides, you have no time to redo your make-up,” he said, his voice calm and relaxed.

  Niall managed to persuade me to leave the make-up brushes at home. Instead, I was going to show up on the red carpet without make-up. Everyone was going to see my natural beauty, and I didn’t care about their negative responses anymore. As long as Niall was there to tell me the positive things, I couldn’t care less about anybody else.

  We sat in the limousine on our way to the show. The ride had been silent so far, until Niall spoke out, “You look more beautiful than ever, now that you’re showing the world the real you.” “Really?” I could feel my face light up gradually. Niall nodded. “Really.”

  I was thankful for having Niall by my side. I was smiling. I was happy. I was good enough. 

[anniejustic]

Please update prince charming it is ages ago since you did update it

I'm terribly sorry for making you wait. As I think I've mentioned before; I haven't been able to post as much as before because of school. It's my last year and I really want to take every subject seriously. The exams are coming up as well (pray for me, hah).

Please understand! Besides, it'll only be like this for a short period, and then I'll be free as a bird! Remember; I love every single one of you!

- Annie :)

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Leaving - Zayn

*Written in Zayn's point of view*

I turn over, again. Sleeping has seriously been problematic lately. I have even reduced my daily intake of caffeine, tried waking up earlier in the morning, started training more than three times a week, yet I cannot fall asleep as easily as I used to before. Falling asleep seems impossible, no matter how tired or exhausted I really am.

I am currently lying on the couch. The feeling of waking up alone every morning is starting to feel surprisingly normal, yet it is heart breaking. You see; I am doing this for her, not for myself. She wanted more space, so I gave her more space. Sure, our conversations are shorter and she is more secretive now, but I am at least trying my best to keep us, as an item, to work. She keeps hiding things, but it is obvious that she does not know that I know. I am not planning on asking her why or what she is hiding either. As told, I will give her the space she desires.

I hear the door crack, causing my body to shoot itself up from the hard couch cushion. My head automatically turns down to look at the watch on my wrist. 3:46 am.

I look over to the bedroom door, which is now open. She stands by the entrance to the bedroom, leaning her body against the doorframe. I can tell she has been crying. I do not even have to look at her to know so. The fact is that she has been coming out of that door every single night, at almost the exact same time, crying. Well, she has not necessarily cried every time, but the signs of her crying are always there. She has redder eyes, dark bags under her eyes and visible trails from tears down her cheeks – yeah, you get the picture. They are clear signs.

“Hey,” I whisper. I do not move or anything. She clearly does not bother either. She wants me exactly where I am - on the couch. Her mouth remains shut. The atmosphere is thin and cold. Luckily for her, she is wearing a white and comfy robe. I know it is comfy, because it is the one I bought her for Christmas last year. It is not really a typical present every girl gets from her boyfriend, but that is what she wanted.

  “Hi,” she finally answers in a low voice, rubbing her arms, probably because of the cold. A tiny sniff comes out of her seconds later. “Another nightmare?” I simply ask. She nods. I sigh loudly by accident, knowing she is lying. Like I keep telling myself, she has become more secretive. Every time I ask her why her eyes are filled with tears every single night, she comes up with the same excuse. “It is just a nightmare,” she always replies with. I know her. I can tell when she is lying. It is never a nightmare that keeps bothering her; it is something else.

  “What is your problem?” her I-am-about-to-cry voice says in a kind of aggressive tone. I can tell she knows me well, too, due to the fact that she keeps catching me whenever I catch her lying. “Nothing,” I say like I am innocent. Clearly, she is not the only one trying to keep things to herself.

  Even though we always end up talking about that I am not caring enough about her feelings, this time it all feels different. Usually, she only gets extremely angry with me and ends up slamming the bedroom door in my face, but this time she seems uncommonly sad as well. For the first time since our first fight she is about to cry in front of me (except from when she is crying over a movie).

  “You never care about me!” she suddenly yells, causing my heart to drop a couple of inches down in my stomach. I cannot believe she dares to say such a thing. I am not the one who is about to leave our four-year of relationship, she is. Besides, why does she suddenly rage on me? I have done nothing.

I immediately throw the duvet off of my body, not hesitating to stand up and walk towards her. My hand grabs hers and I bring it up to my mouth before I kiss it tenderly. “I love you,” I say above a whisper, as my lips no longer are in contact with the skin of her hand. To my surprise, she drags her hand out of mine. Her face is soon half an inch away from my face. “Well, I don’t love you,” she whispers, quickly turning around and slams the door in my face.

  I stand there in silence. I can hear her cry from the bedroom, but at this moment I know she is not the one who got hurt the most, I am. A tear leaves the crook of my eyes as they close. I feel tiny lumps gathering in my throat, making it harder to breath. I exhale deeply, trying to normalize my breath, so that my sniffs cannot be heard. 

"Y/N," I call leaning my forehead against the wooden door. "Please, let me inside," I plead, hearing the heart breaking sound of her sobs. "I do care ... I love you, I really do," I sob unwillingly. "Go away Zayn!" she shouts from the other side of the wooden door, making me tuck my lips, feeling tears threat to fall. "Do you really want that?" I ask, feeling my heart ready to burst. "Do you?" I ask once again. "Leave!" she throws something against the door, which I assume was a pillow. "Where will I go?" I almost whimpered. "Away ... I don't care," she cries.

  I sit back down in the same couch I have practically lived on the last couple of days, or maybe weeks. She will leave me, no matter what I do. I bury my face down my palms, wanting to let everything out, but something within me keep me from doing so. I dig my hand down my pocket, pulling out a ring. It is pointless now. The girl I love does not even love me back.

  My hands grab a fistful of my hair and tug on it lightly. I cannot cry. I cannot show my weakness, even though I have never felt so vulnerable in my life. Whilst trying to hold my breath, a single sniff ruins everything. I burst out in tears. I no longer feel strength in my body. The taste of blood fills my mouth, as I bite down on my bottom lip hard. I look down on floor beneath my feet. I watch closely as my tears hit the floor. I cannot live like this, and neither can she. She might have broken me inside out, but she is still my girl, and my girl deserves the best. I have only one choice, which is to fulfil her desires. If she wants me to leave, then I shall leave - forever.

  I put the pen down on the table. The watch on my wrists tells me the clock is 4:17 already. I quickly make my way inside the bedroom. She is sleeping heavily, lying on the bed like a mess. I make my way over to the nightstand and put the note down carefully. Looking down her face, I bend over slowly. “Goodbye,” I whisper, closing my eyes and pout my lips, leaving a tender kiss on her forehead.

You wake up the next day, noticing the mysteriously note on your nightstand within seconds. You crawl your way over the bed and reach out for the note. You take a deep breath as you recognize his handwriting. 

  “To my one and only Y/N,

  I have always been afraid of losing you, and now I have. When you are reading this, I am no longer going to stand in your way. You are free now.

  I wish you the best of luck with your life, and the next time you fall in love, make sure he is better than me.

Endlessly yours,

- Zayn. “

[anniejustic]

Can you do a zayn story ?

I'm currently working on one! It'll probably be posted tonight or something.

- Annie :)