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“Promise?” Louis stuck out his pinky “Promise” You say latching your pinky to his. “Five on the dot!” He said as you got out of the car. “I’ll be there.” You say smiling and walk into your house. Tonight was Louis’ big game, soccer of course.
You set your bag down and heard a car pull into the driveway, music blaring, some type of heavy metal. It was John, your boyfriend. He was 21, buff, and tattoos everywhere. He was perfect. Except he didn’t like Louis, and he made it very clear.
You must have locked the door because John was beating on it. You made your way down the stairs and opened it. “What took you so long?” He asked walking past you. “Its nice to see you too, babe.” You said rolling your eyes.
John went straight to the kitchen, raiding the fridge. “How was work?“ You asked hopping on the counter. “How do you think?” He grumbled grabbing a soda. You sighed. When you first started dating John he was so sweet, then you one night he got angry with you. He wasn’t afraid to show his asshole side anymore.
“Don’t make plans for tonight! I’m going out with the guys and I’ll need someone to pick me up.” John said popping the tab. “I- I already have plans!” You said, waiting for him to get mad. “Cancel them, simple as that.” John said sitting at the table. “Uhm no, I’m going to Louis’s football game.” You said rolling your eyes. “What have I told you about doing that?” He said as he stood up and walked over to you.
Pushing his body in between your legs. “Do you not remember?” He said grabbing your wrist. “I’m sorry!” You said dropping your head. He hated when you rolled your eyes at him. “Look at me!” He said quietly lifting your face with his fingers. “I just don’t want to lose you, baby.” He said softly. He always did this, he would get really mad, and then try and suck up.
“You’re not going to lose me! Lou is just a friend.” You say reassuring him. “I know, I just love you too much.” John said grabbing your face. “I love you too.” You say not looking into his eyes. His lips met yours and you couldn’t help but kiss back. He grabbed your thighs and carried you to your room.
He laid you on the bed and continued kissing you. He started to unbutton your shirt. “John.” You said lightly pushing on his chest. He ignored you and kept kissing you, leaving love bites on your neck. “John, stop.” You said again. “Please!” You whined, sitting up. He stopped with a disgusted look on his face. “Fuck Gracie.” He said standing up.
“What is your deal?” He glared at you. “I’m just not in the mood!” You said buttoning up your shirt. “You’re never in the mood!” He said sighing and sitting down on the bed. You always felt bad, he did this every time. “Don’t be mad!” You said kissing his cheek. “Look, how about this weekend you come over? My parents are going out of town.” You say and kiss his cheek again. “You’re lucky I can’t stay mad at you.” John said turning and kissing you once more.
“I have to get ready for Lou’s game.” You say and remove yourself from the bed. “Have fun watching that little fairy run around.” He said laughing at his own joke. “I’m out, I’ll see ya tomorrow.” He said and with that he left.
You got ready and headed to the arena. Perfect timing, Louis was out practicing. He glanced towards the bleachers and spotted you. A giant smile covered his face, your smile matched his and you waved. He practiced a little longer and then the other team came out, they all went into the locker rooms. “Gracie!” Louis yelled and ran up the stairs. “You made it!” He said and sat down next to you. “A promise is a promise.” You said smiling at him.
“Its a bit chilly!” He says and scoots closer. You open up your blanket and he takes the other end. “What's that?” He asked and grabbed your wrist. Fingerprints bruised your skin, “Is that from John?” He asked examining your wrist. “Uh yeah, but they don’t hurt. He didn’t mean to.” You said putting it back in your lap.
Louis rolled his eyes. “What’s so great about him? He is an ass, he hurts you, and what does he have like, twenty seven tattoos?” He chuckled but he was serious. “Louis, I-” but you were cut off. “Tomlinson, lets go!!” His coach yelled. “Gotta go!” He gave you a swift kiss on the cheek and ran back to the field.
“GOO LOU!” You yelled along with other chants. It was the last thirty seconds of the game. Louis had the ball, he passed the ball, and he ran back down the field. He was passed the ball again and he shot it into the goal. The stadium went wild! You jumped up and down as the team tackled one another on the field.
-After the game-
“Good job!” You said jumping into Louis’s arms. “Did you see that? Did you see my goal?” He said excitedly. “Yes, it was perfect!” You said. He set you back down, “Wanna go get something to eat?” He asked.
“For you my lady.” Louis said as he opened the door for you. “Why thank you sir.” You said giggling. “A booth for two, please.” Louis says. You walk over to a booth in the corner. “Melania will be your server.” The host said. You ordered drinks and your food. Louis was so easy to talk to. You could tell him anything, you were giggling when you looked up and stopped.
John and some of his friends walked in, John saw you immediately. He said something to his friends and walked over to you. “Hey babe.” He sat right next to you. “Sup fag.” He said to Lou. “John, please don’t start.” You groan. His hand gripped your thigh. “I don’t take orders from a bitch.” He squeezed your thigh. Obviously mad, “Ouch, John please stop.” I tried to keep my voice down.
“Fucking stop.” Louis grumbled. “Or what, what are you gonna do?” Louis stood up and John did as well. John was quite taller than Louis, “You don’t deserve Gracie, you treat her like shit! I’m tired of it.” My eyes got big, John was always looking for a fight, and he found one. “Please stop! Don’t do this now!” You grab on to John’s arm. He flings you off like a ragdoll. “Shut up, whore.” You gasp as you hit the ground. “John, come on dude.” One of his friends yelled.
I was relieved, John tensed up, and looked at me. “You know what? I’m tired of your bullshit anyways.” I was too scared to say anything. “You can have the bitch, she doesn’t put out anyways.” He said and rammed his shoulder into Louis’, and walked out the door. Louis immediately helped you up. “You okay?” He asked examining your arms. “Yes, I’m fine. My shoulder is a little sore.” You say and sit back in the booth.
He pays for the food and you leave the diner. He pulls into your driveway, giving you a small smile. “Want to come in? We can watch a movie.” You say hopeful he will. “Yes! Of course.” He said and got out. You made some popcorn, and Louis chose a movie. “What is it?” You say snuggling into his side. “You’ll see love.” He wraps his arm around you. “Ahhh.” You hiss. “Sorry, sorry, sorry.” He says remembering your shoulder. He moved his arm, still snuggling you.
Whatever came over you, you weren't sure. “Hey Lou?” You said and looked up at him. “Yeah, Gracie?” He said looking down at you. You closed your eyes and kissed him. A few moments later he kissed you back. You pulled away and smiled, Louis doing the same. “Well then.” Louis said with a smile.
Hope you like this one, Heather! Inbox me whatcha think! :) - Halee xx
#Imagine...
For such a nice hotel, the laundry room was...not so nice. It was dimly lit, with a few flickering light bulbs giving the room an eerie glow. The floors were concrete, cold against your bare feet, not bothering to put on shoes. There were only about half a dozen machines, spread throughout the room, up against the walls. You crinkle your nose against the acrid smell of cheap laundry soap as you make your way across the room to a small washing machine, feet slapping against the floor loudly.
You set your laundry basket on the ground next to your feet, the sound echoing through the room. The whole place was a little creepy, so you decide to shove all your laundry quickly into the machine as fast as possible. You're going so fast that you didn’t realize one of your lacy pink bras fell to the ground behind you.
Just as you're pouring your detergent into the machine, you hear footsteps echoing off the walls behind you. You glance around your shoulder to see a very cute blonde boy approaching with a laundry basket of his own, his hair wild, sticking up in places. He smiles at you, looking up at you with his bright, gorgeous blue eyes that seem to shine, even in the poor lighting of the dank laundry room.
You quickly turn away from the boy, realizing you've been staring, and probably smiling at him like an idiot. You hear the footsteps get closer, and after what feels like forever, you hear them stop directly behind you.
"Um, excuse me, I think you dropped this," you hear the boy say, his Irish accent lilting and charming. You whip around to see the boy holding your bra in his hands, holding it out in front of him, a small grin on his lips.
You blush deeply, cheeks burning, as you quickly take it from his hands and throw it into the machine. "Thanks," you mutter to the ground, afraid to look up at him until your cheeks return to their normal color. You turn back to your machine, and you hear the boy set his basket on the ground and begin loading his own laundry into a nearby machine.
You feel a pair of eyes on your back as you finish putting your detergent in. Suddenly, as if appearing out of nowhere, the boy is next to you, a hand resting against the wall, propping himself up. "My name's Niall, by the way. What's yours, beautiful?" he asks, his face very close to yours. You can faintly smell the scent of alcohol on his breath, but not enough of it for him to be fully drunk, just tipsy.
You chuckle at how forward he's being. "I'm Heather," you say, as you close the lid of the machine with a dull thud that reverberates off the walls.
"Nice name, I like it," Niall says, slyly. "So, who're you staying here with, gorgeous? Got a boyfriend?" Niall asks, raising his eyebrows and grinning.
"Nope, no boyfriend. Just staying here by myself," you say, definitely flirting now. You flutter your eyelashes suggestively, and Niall notices.
"Oh, well a girl like you shouldn't be here all by herself," Niall mutters, inching closer to you. Now he's close enough to where you can see the flecks of gold in his blue eyes. Niall rests a hand on your hip and pulls you closer to him.
"What what kind of girl am I?" you ask, letting Niall pull you into him, as you bite your lower lip.
"I don’t know, why don't we head back up to my room and find out?" he says, nodding toward the exit. You nod your head slightly, but before you know it, Niall's mouth is on yours, his lips hungry and urgent. You feel his arms snake around your waist as he presses your chest against his roughly. You tangle your fingers into his blonde hair, and crush your lips against his.
Niall pulls away, breathlessly, as he takes your hand, pulls you toward the laundry room exit, and down the hall to the elevators. He rams his finger to the button that says, "50", as he impatiently bobs around waiting for the lift to arrive. It does, after what feels like ages, and the two of you rush in, as Niall presses the "Door Close" button. The laundry room is in the basement of the hotel, leaving you and Niall plenty of time.
You feel the cold metal of the elevator wall hit your back as Niall pushes you up against it, his hands on either side of your head, caging you there. He looks down at you, a sexy grin playing across his face, before he swoops down to kiss you again, this time sliding his tongue inside your mouth. He bites your lower lip roughly, making you moan.
Niall chuckles at this, liking the fact that he's in control. He then picks you up, wrapping your legs around his torso and holding you up by your thighs. His hands fiercely clutch onto the skin there, his fingernails digging into it. You barely notice, as you take Niall's face in either of your hands and continue to kiss him, with more passion than before.
It seems like no time has passed when you hear the quiet "ding" of the elevator. You turn your face away from Niall as you glance at the flashing "50" on the digital display of the elevator. You jump out of Niall's hold, and he takes your hand once more as the doors open and he leads you down the long stretch of the hallway to his room.
Just as the door closes, Niall takes you in the same position as before, holding you by your thighs as he carries you over and throws you on the bed forcefully. His lips move from your mouth to your neck, gently biting and sucking the delicate skin.
"Niall..." you moan under his kisses, your hands exploring the expanse of his back under the light cotton of his t-shirt. Niall then moves to your collarbones, leaving feather-light kisses there, driving you absolutely mad. He stops abruptly, fingers playing with the edge of your own shirt, a dirty smile on his face. "Let's see what kind of girl you are, then," he says, as he slips the shirt over your head and tosses it to the ground.
Niall continues kissing you all over, starting from your stomach where he kisses your navel and hip bones, up your chest, collarbones, jaw line, and finally coming back to your mouth, where your tongues fight for dominance. You push Niall off you just long enough to pull his shirt off him, discard it with yours, and waste no time, lips crashing back onto his. Your hands run along the length of his chest. Your hands skim lower now, as you hook your fingers through Niall's belt loops and pull his pelvis closer to yours, making Niall moan against your mouth.
You smile through the kiss, and soon enough, Niall can't take it anymore. He stands up, strips out of his jeans, and leaves them in a heap on the floor as he straddles you again, clad only in his plaid boxer shorts. This time, his kisses are fiercer, with more passion and intimacy than ever before.
After a moment or two you push Niall off you again, and slip out of your own jeans, leaving them next to Niall's. You climb back under Niall, giggling as you crash your lips against his once more.
"So," you say, between kisses, as Niall moves to your neck again. "What kind of girl am I then, Niall?" you gasp, resting your hand on the back of Niall's head to hold his lips against the skin of your neck.
He pulls away long enough to look you in the eye, lustfully, as he chuckles and says, "The kind that needs to be punished, dirty girl."
Not able to take it anymore, Niall groans under your kiss, and breaks it suddenly. He stands up again, and pulls you up with him, standing just next to the bed. His fingers slide into your panties, as he hooks his fingers through them, and slides them down suddenly, leaving you naked standing before him. You gasp a little, which makes Niall give you a dirty smile and a chuckle.
You're not standing there long though, as Niall slides his boxer shorts down his legs and kicks them into the pile. You're just able to get a good glimpse of him before his lips are on yours again as he guides you back into lying down on the bed.
Your lips continue to dance together for a bit, but you pull away, about to ask Niall something. But, before the words can come out, you feel Niall enter you. You gasp violently, the words on your mouth forgotten as you feel Niall thrust inside of you.
You try to contain your moans and groans, afraid people passing in the corridor outside will hear you, but you can't help but let one little whimper escape your lips.
Niall grins devilishly at this. "You like that?" he asks, and all you can do is nod. Your body is on hyperdrive, each thrust building the pleasure inside of you.
"Niall..." you moan quietly, as your fingers clutch onto Niall’s shoulders, pulling his chest down on top of yours. A thin sheen of sweat has already appeared on his body, and yours too.
"Say my name again, Heather," Niall grunts, his voice raw and deep with passion.
"Niall," you say, a little louder this time. Your fingers leave a trail of scratch marks down the length of Niall’s back as you try to cope with his thrusts, becoming more intense with each one. Your head lightly hits the headboard of the bed as Niall thrusts faster and faster, but you hardly notice.
"God, Heather," Niall mutters, teeth clenched in concentration. He looks up at you and gives you a dirty smile, his eyes full of lust, his hair stuck to his forehead with sweat.
Niall’s eyes widen suddenly, and he mutters, "I'm close, Heather, oh god." His thrusts become sloppy and messy, but still fast enough to where you’re close too.
"NIALL!" you shout at the top of your lungs as you and Niall both climax at the same time. You feel the pleasure build inside and suddenly release as your toes curl and your fingers clutch onto Niall’s shoulders once more.
Your breathing becomes heavy as you lay there with Niall, still coming down from your highs. His breathing matches yours, ragged and tired. He laughs, sounding more like an exhale, as he smiles widely. He impatiently pushes his sweaty hair off his forehead and away from his face, and looks down at you.
"Well, that was fun," he says cheekily, and all you can do is nod, breathless, unable to speak. You and Niall lay in his bed together, and you spend the night in his room with him. And the next day, you get to do it all over again.
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“Ready?” Niall asked turning towards you. We just got everything packed for a road trip. “Yes!” You smiled and leaned over, his lips met yours. You leaned back and buckled your seatbelt and you were off. The plan was no map, you were just going to drive. You smiled as Niall reached for your hand, slightly grazing his thumb over your knuckles. “Ready for some music?” Niall asked and clicked a button.
Of course the Eagles started playing. “Niall, not the Eagles again!” You whined. You didn’t mind, you just liked to tease Niall. “How about we listen to this?” You say smiling and slip in Blink-182. You start to do a little dance and Niall just laughs. You decided to turn the music down and talk. He kept stealing little glances. “Do I have something on my face Mr. Horan?” You ask trying to sound proper. “Yeah, beauty.”
He smiles looking at you for a second. “That was cheesy, but sweet.” You say and kiss his cheek. “Hey, grab the crisps will you?” Niall asked. “You mean chips?” You grin cheekily at him. You unbuckle and turned in your seat, grabbing a bag of chips and two sodas. You just closed the cooler when Niall’s hand connected with your bum. “Ahh, you ass.” You say and shoot back down into your seat. “I couldn’t resist.”
He laughs and grabs a handful of chips. You watched the traffic until you got sleepy. You grabbed my pillow and leaned against the car window. The last thing you heard, was Niall put the Eagles back on and you were out.
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“Hey sleepyhead!” Niall whispered rubbing your arm. “Hmmm?” You grumbled. You opened your eyes and there was a hotel in front of you. “I already got us checked in.” He said and went to grab the bags. You unbuckled and got out of the car. “You look cute when you sleep.” Niall laughed bumping his him into yours. You gave a tired smile and followed Niall to your room.
Niall dropped your bags and jumped on the bed. “Want to come join me?” He asked patting the huge king sized bed. You crawled next to him, snuggling into his side. Your phone started to ding, you got off the bed and rummaged through your bag. You found it, the screen filled with comments, “Mikaila is so pretty,” “Lucky Bitch,” and “I ship you guys so hard!” You unlocked it and Niall’s instagram popped up. A picture of you snuggled into your pillow in the car. 391,298 likes. Your glasses were crooked and your mouth was barely open. “Niall James Horan!” You yelled, tossing your phone back into my bag.
He already knew, he smiled wide as you jumped on top of him. “I can’t believe you!” You say and bring your fist down. He was laughing, and grabbed your wrist before it made contact with his chest. You swung your other one, he caught it too. He flipped and rolled on top of me. “You were too cute. I had to.” He giggled. “You’re lucky I like you.” You say and wiggle, trying to get away from him. “Well, that good cause, I’m in love you.” He says, his blue eyes staring deep into yours. You smiled, just staring back into his eyes. You knew you loved Niall, you had said it many times before, but this time was different. At this moment in time, laying in a hotel bed in a random town, with him. You knew you were madly in love with Niall. He dipped his head down and connected his lips with yours. You could feel every ounce of passion in this kiss, it was different from all the others. You didn’t come up for air until you needed to. The kisses turned desperate and a clothes pile formed on the floor. Moans filled the room, the occasional profanities, and the bed creaking.
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You could feel Niall’s hand lightly tracing your side and his nose in your neck. You breath deeply and move farther into him. “Good morning.” He says quietly and kisses behind your ear. You slowly roll over and face him. “Morning.” You smile and kiss his chest. “Are you ready to get on the road?” Niall asked rubbing your back as you buried your face into his chest. “Can I shower first?” You say pushing yourself to sit up. “Of course.” He says and grabs his phone. When you get out of the shower there is a breakfast sandwich and a coffee sitting on the table. You eat your food and grab your bag.
Niall comes back in the room, “I got us all ready to check out.” He says and takes your bag from you. “Great!” You say and you double check to make sure you have everything. “Ready?” You ask and grab Niall’s hand. You head down to the car and throw your bags back in. “Now where to?” He ask grabbing your hand. “Anywhere as long as I am with you!” You say and kiss his cheek.
Here ya go, Devon! I hope you like it! Feedback is appreciated, I'd love to know what you think! :) - Halee xx
#Imagine…
You’ll never forget the first time he’d put his hands on you. Harry had texted you, nothing romantic in any way; the text was a simple, “Hey!” Jack saw his name appear on your phone screen, and reached for your wrist before you could snatch it away from him. “I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU NEVER TO TALK TO HIM, DEVON!” He shouted in your face, his hot breath against your mouth.
“I’m – I’m sorry, Jack,” you tried to apologize, as you wriggled your wrist out of his vise-like grip.
“I’M SICK OF THIS SHIT, DEVON. YOU FAT WHORE, I NEVER WANT YOU TO TEXT HIM AGAIN, YOU HEAR ME?!” He screamed at the top of his lungs. It was at this moment that you felt his fingers connect with your cheek, the slap making your whole face sting.
You yelped out in pain, which only made him grab you by the biceps and hold you very close to him. “DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!” He screamed again.
“Yes, yes, I won’t Jack!” You agreed. He released your arms, sat back down on the couch, and resumed watching the basketball game that was on TV.
Now, you’ve just found out that Jack has been cheating on you with a girl named Melissa. You weren’t completely shocked; something in the back of your mind told you this would happen, like you already knew. Calmly, you open the door to his bedroom and sit down next to him to ask him why he did it.
“Honey…who is Melissa?” you start, easing into the conversation.
Jack looked surprised at first, but his shock only turned into rage. “How do you know about her?!”
“I just want to know why you did it, honey. That’s all,” you say, reaching out your arm to stroke his face.
Before your fingers graze his cheek, his own hand shoots up to grab your wrist. “You wanna know why I did it?” he says angrily through his teeth. His gruesome smile sends shivers down your spine, and you shrink away from him.
“I DID IT BECAUSE YOU’RE A STUPID, FAT WHORE THAT NO ONE WILL EVER LOVE. YOU MEAN ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO ME; I WAS JUST KEEPING YOU AROUND FOR THE SEX. NOW THAT I DON’T NEED YOU ANY MORE, I’LL MAKE SURE NO ONE WILL EVER WANT YOU AGAIN,” he finishes, his sinister smile widening.
Before you can even process what’s happening, Jack tackles you and pins you against the floor, his hands holding yours above your head as he straddles you. “THIS IS FOR TEXTING HARRY AFTER I TOLD YOU NOT TO.” He slaps you across the face hard, making spots appear in your vision. “THIS ONE’S FOR LOOKING AT THOSE BOYS ON THE BEACH.” His knee juts painfully into your stomach, knocking the wind out of you, sending you gasping for air.
You feel the tears begin to stream down your face from pain, fear, and sadness. Your throat begins to close up, and you fight to keep the oxygen in your lungs. Jack continues to lay blow after blow onto your entire body and face, until you can do nothing more than lay there and take the pain.
Jack finally stands up after beating you senseless, leaving you lying on the floor, small pools of your own blood around you. You can feel your skin bruising, ragged breaths coming in short gasps.
“When I get back, you and your fat ass better be gone. Melissa’s coming over, and she doesn’t want to see you here,” Jack commands before turning on his heel and exiting his bedroom.
The pain was unbearable at first. Each breath was labored, and your entire body ached from the punches. After laying there for a few minutes, you force yourself up. Pulling yourself to your feet, you stumble a little once upright, but catch yourself on the bed frame.
You have no other choice but to walk home. Slowly tying your shoelaces with aching fingers, you walk out the door, down the driveway, and onto the sidewalk, praying that no one will see you.
Cars whoosh by, but no one seems to notice you and your bruised and bloodied state. Limping slightly, you slowly but surely make your way back to your apartment. As you walk, your mind starts to drift as you process what happened back at Jack’s place. So he never loved you? Everything he said and did was a lie?
The buzzing in the pocket of your jeans slams you back into reality. Wincing slightly, you pull your phone out to see a text from Harry. “I see you! :) Turn around!” it says. Your eyes widen, and your heart rate picks up. Harry can’t see you like this. But if he’s behind you, he knows that you saw his message. Sighing heavily, you turn your face to the ground, and swivel around.
“Hey Devon!” Harry says cheerfully, picking up his pace to close the gap between the two of you. “Where ya headed?”
“Oh, uh, just home,” you say, your throat tight and your head still downturned.
“Why aren’t ya looking at me, love?” Harry sounds sad now, and he reaches for your hand. You glance up through your eyelashes for a quick second, just long enough to see that Harry has taken in your appearance.
Defeated, you finally bring your head up to face him, and you watch his face turn from confusion, to shock, and finally to extreme worry. “Devon, oh my god, what happened to you!?” He says reaching for you.
“No, please, don’t touch me. It hurts too much,” you plead, stepping away from him slowly. Your foot catches in a crevice on the sidewalk, and if it weren’t for Harry’s quick movements, you would have landed on your back on the hard concrete.
Harry continues you scan your body with his eyes, trying to assess the situation. His green eyes darken then, as he realizes. “It was Jack, wasn’t it.” It didn’t sound like a question coming from him.
Your throat closes up once more as the tears cascade down your cheeks, and all you can do is nod. Harry moves to embrace you, but thinks better of it.
“This might hurt for a second, okay?” he says, bending down slightly. You look at him quizzically before you feel your feet being swept from underneath you, as Harry carries you bridal style down the sidewalk, all the way to his apartment. You yelp in pain a few times, and Harry adjusts his grip accordingly, trying his best not to cause you any more pain.
Once inside, Harry lays you down gently on his couch, resting your head against a soft pillow. The tears have stopped flowing at this point, but Harry reaches for a box of tissues to dry your eyes for you. He kneels next to your face and looks you in the eye, his green orbs filled with worry and love.
“Why did he do this?” Harry says, his voice cracking. You see that Harry is getting very choked up at this point, his eyes filling with water. His hand absently comes up to push a stray strand of brown hair away from your face, and you instinctively cringe away from his touch.
A look of hurt passes across Harry’s face. “Devon, you know I’d never do anything to hurt you,” he croons, reaching out for you again. You allow it this time, and you feel his calloused fingers across the soft skin of your forehead.
“There was another girl,” you say simply, chuckling. There’s a sharp pain in your abdomen that silences you quickly.
Harry makes a choked noise, obviously worried about you. “He said I was a worthless whore, Harry. What if he’s right?” you say, deflated.
Harry gently holds either side of your face and brings your eyes to meet his. With disbelief in his eyes, he shakes his head and mutters, “No, no, no.” Then, he softly presses his lips to yours, making sure not to hurt you. Your eyes flutter closed; Jack was never this gentle. This kiss was something you’d never felt before. Butterflies fill your stomach, making you inhale sharply through your nose.
“You are not worthless in any way, shape, or form, Devon. You’re absolutely perfect, never forget that, okay?” Harry says, kissing your forehead softly. “I love you, Devon.”
You attempt a smile through the pain in your face and reply, “I love you too, Harry.”
“Come here, sweetheart,” he whispers, as he lifts you off the couch and holds you in his lap. He reaches for your hand gently and kisses the back of your palm. Slowly, he moves his lips up to your wrist, your forearm, bicep, shoulder, everywhere that Jack had hurt you before. He places soft kisses all over your cuts and bruises, making you cry, this time with love and joy.
Once he’s finished, Harry’s lips come once more up to yours and he plants a sweet kiss on your mouth. “Sleep, my beautiful Devon,” he murmurs, kissing your forehead. He hoists himself up, scoops you into his arms, and positions himself on the couch with you sitting between his legs, your head resting against his strong chest. As he strokes your hair softly and kisses your head once more, you slowly drift off to sleep to the sound of Harry’s heartbeat, finally knowing that you’re safe and loved.
Hi I'm Mikaila! I was wondering if you'd ship me? Ikd if you need any facts about me, but basically I'm always smiling & laughing & making jokes :D I'll ship you both too! x
you’re beautiful, babe! I ship you with Louis! :) -Halee xx
I'll be getting to your one shot soon! I think Zayn or Niall :)! -Kendra x
Warning: Mature! Don't read if you don't like smut.
“Wanna help me wash the Range Rover?” Harry asked just peeking his head into the front door. I looked up from my spot on the couch. He was giving me his best puppy-dog eyes, and sticking out his bottom lip. “Yeah, let me change!” I ran up the stairs into our room. I slipped out of my plaid pj bottoms and into a tank top and some shorts.
“Oww oww.” I teased Harry as he was bending over, rubbing the soapy sponge along the black hood. He smirked and rolled his eyes. I grabbed the other bucket and sponge. “Did you have to pick the hottest day to do this?” I whined, I didn’t actually care. Watching Harry in a white v-neck and some gym shorts, sweating, he had his hair in a bandana.
“Hey, earth to (Y/N).” Harry snapped me out of my daze. The car was covered in the blue-ish foam. “I’ll grab the hose!” I wander over to the spout and turn it on. I start from the top and watched as the soap starts to slide down the car. Harry walked into the house, and brought out two bottles of water. “Thank you baby.” I said and grab the bottle from his hand. “This heat is crazy today,” Harry says and wipes his forehead. Then an idea popped into my mind.
I took the hose and aimed it right at him. I pulled the trigger, water shot out and drenched his white shirt. His jaw dropped and he looked at the hose then to you. “You better start running.” He picked up a soapy water filled bucket and headed after me. I didn’t make it far before I was covered. I took the hose and shot it back at him, he chased me this time trying to get the hose from my hand. The amount of giggles escaping his mouth made me laugh twice as hard. He got it out of my hand and I was trapped against the car. I was expecting to be doused with water, I looked up and saw Harry staring at me. His hair was dripping wet, water droplets hitting my face, his lips were parted and he had a barely visible smirk. His large frame stood over me, one hand on my waist the other still on the hose. I leaned up, and his lips met mine. He dropped the hose and both hands went to my face.
It was a urgent kiss, only coming up for air when it was necessary. His tongue slipped into my mouth, and his hands roamed my body. He pressed his hips into mine, I could feel his member against my thigh. The neighbors were getting quite some show, then I heard someone yell, “Get a room.” Harry smiled and opened the car door. “What are we doing?” I asked giving him a questioning look. “Just get in.” He smiled and crawled in. Once he shut the door his lips were on mine again. This time his hands went to the bottom of my shirt pulling up the material, that was sticking to my body. He removed his next and he went to my jaw, then my neck, and my chest.
His hands slid down to my shorts, he peeled them off. “Nice underwear.” He giggled into my mouth. I didn’t expect to really be doing this, so my spiderman undies happened to show. He removed his shorts as well. His lips found mine again, this kiss was less intense, more slow and sloppy, his right hand slowly slid up my thigh. Hooking his fingers into the side of my undies, they followed onto the other growing pile, along with my bra and his boxers. “No teasing?” I whimpered. “Fine love.” Harry said and positioned himself. He pushed in, waiting a few moments, then started thrusting. Between our wet bodies and the humidity of outside it didn’t take long and the windows started to fog. He would slam into my every couple thrusts, causing me to moan his name.
“I love when you moan my name.” He whispered and slammed into my again. “Harder.” That simple word was all it took. He slammed into me again, the car was rocking, my back was sticking to the seats. I gripped Harry’s back and dug my nails into it, as they slowly drug down. He moaned loudly and pushed his face into my neck. Kissing, biting, licking, and kissing again until I bruised. He slammed into me again, and my body shook. I hit my climax, “Ahh, Harry.” I yelled. I’m guessing anyone who drove by knew what was happening. He thrust a few more times before he stilled above me. Profanities slipped from his mouth, His head dropped and he looked down at me, an open mouth smile appeared on his face. All that could be heard was our erratic breathing, he leaned down and kissed me hard.
A few more pecks, and he slide out of me. He rested both of his elbows by my head, and rested his body on top of mine, he kissed my jaw a few times and then my lips again. “I love you.” He whispered against my lips. “I love you too.” I smiled, my breathing finally normal. I looked up at Harry and he started to giggle. “I’ve always wanted to shag in a car.” He leaned down and nipped at my collarbone. I laughed at the thought of what we just did. We slipped on our soaking clothes and ran into the garage. Harry looked at me then to my car, and to me again. “I think you’re car needs to be washed as well.” He wiggled his eyebrows.
Harry Teen Dad story... was also submitted on (1dsexuallfrustrations) -Kendra x
“Harry, I’m, well, I’m pregnant.” I mumbled from the little corner of the couch. “Wait, what?” Harry’s mouth fell open. His face paled and his eyes grew. “I just found out last night.” My eyes started to water. He was speechless, his hands covered his face and sat on the couch. “What are we going to do?” He asked. “Well, I thought it would be best for us to end everything right now. You have tour coming up, and you don’t need a baby. You don’t want that being in tablo-” Harry cut me off. “No, no, no. Do you hear yourself? Look, I love you more than anything. You’re my world, and now this baby will be our world. I don’t know how we are going to do this, but we are in this together.” Harry grabbed my hands and pulled me to him, wrapping his arms around me. I lightly cried into his shoulder.
“I’m scared.” Harry whispered. We were laying in his room, on his bed as he played with my fingers. “You don’t need to be.” I said rolling on my side. As much as my little tummy would let me. “But, what if I’m not a good dad? I’m only 18. I want our baby to look up to me and not be dissapoin-.” I cut Harry off. “Babe, the way you are with Lux is amazing. You’re going to be the best dad any kid could ask for. I’m scared to, but we just need to dive in, and enjoy the swim.” Harry slightly smiled, “I love you.” He said leaning down to kiss me. “I love you too.” I said before our lips pressed against each others.
“Harry, Harry, wake up.” I tapped his shoulder. “What babe?” He said rubbing his eyes. “Its time.” I said as I could start to feel little pains. “Its time? ITS TIME!” Harry yelled grabbing the bag, and my hand. He walked me down the stairs, my parents met us at the door. My parents let Harry stay now and then. I guess since I was already pregnant nothing more could happen. I got into Harry’s Range Rover and he drove to the hospital....”Alright, everything looks good. Now on the count of three I need you to push okay?” The doctor said. “One, two, three.” I pushed and pushed, and pushed. For what seemed like days. “Okay, one final push. Make it big.” I pushed hard and I heard the scream of a beautiful baby girl. “You did it.” Harry said crying as he kissed the skin before my ear. The nurse handed me our beautiful little angel. “Hello, gorgeous.” I whispered. As Harry and I stared at her. I spent a few more seconds with her and handed her to Harry. He held her like she was an a breakable antique. He smiled wide, as his eyes watered. Then, I dozed off.
“Shhh, you’re okay baby. Darcy, you’re alright.” Harry cooed to our 2 month old. She screamed and cried harder. “Want me to take her?” I asked walking into the nursery. “Sure.” Harry said handing her over. He left the room. She soon calmed down and I put her in her swing. I walked down to the living room. Harry was sitting in the chair with blood shot eyes. “Have you been crying?” I asked sitting on his lap. “Maybe, I just don’t have that father instinct with her. You hold her and she stops crying. I try and calm her down and she just cries harder.” His eyes glossed over again. “Harry, look at me.” I said taking his chin and turning him to me. “When you’re gone recording, or at the store, she does the same to me. Sometimes I cry cause she cries, you’re a great dad and you know it. We are kids yourself trying to raise one.” He gripped me a little tighter and kissed my cheek.
Things started to go as normal. The boys came over on the regular, Harry always held Darcy. If they were writing a new single, or just watching some soccer. He came home one night with a tattoo of Darcy’s name. The rumors were horrible, but we just tried to ignore them. Since I was still finishing up my schooling Harry would watch her all day. All alone. I came home one afternoon, Harry was sleep shirtless on the couch with Darcy spread across his chest. I snapped a picture, along with many others. He never needed to worry about being a bad father ever. He was simply perfect.
“Are you ready to go swimming?” I asked Darcy, as she grabbed her floaties. “Yes, wheres daddy?” She asked looking around. “Right here baby!” Harry said scooping up Darc. We walked out of our hotel room down to the pool. We set the towels down and headed towards the water. Harry jumped in, splashing us. “Daddy’s silly!” Darcy said clapping. She walked to the edge and jumped in. Harry caught her as she hit the water. I slipped into the pool and made my way over to them. She splashed and screamed, she walked in the shallow end and screamed and ran around. I watched Harry scoop up Darcy when a big group of girls circled around them. “Sorry, no pictures. I would love to but I can’t right now.” Harry said and made his way out of the water to the chairs. Harry and I sat as we watched Darcy play in the kiddy pool. I was watching Darcy play with Lux. Harry’s stylists baby, when Harry grabbed my hand. “You having a good time?” He asked and started playing with my fingers. Like he did the night he told me he was scared. “Of course.” I said leaning over to kiss him. He smiled his dimpled smile then his lips met mine. The sun suddenly went behind the clouds and it got cold. “Darc, come on baby, we are gonna go inside!” I said grabbing a towel for her. She ran over to me splashing one last time in the water. I wrapped her in a towel and Harry swooped her up. “Did you have fun?” Harry asked Darcy. “Yeahh!” She yelled. It wasn’t long after we got back to the room, Darcy was out. She looked just like Harry when she slept. I changed into some comfy clothes and slipped into bed. “We made a perfect kid, huh?” Harry said slipping in next to me. “Yes, we did. She is going to be out the rest of the night.” I said snuggling into Harry. “We grew up, really fast.” Harry said randomly. “What makes you say that?” I asked lifting my head. “Well, a little over a year ago we were just two teenagers in love. Now look.” Harry said motioning towards Darcy. I little tear escaped my eye and Harry wiped it away. “I love you (Y/N).” Harry whispered and kissed my nose. “I love you too Harry.” I said and kissed his shoulder.
Harry one shot - "This doesn't happen to girls like me."
I hope you guys like this one! I had a sudden inspiration from a picture I saw on Twitter. Please please please give feedback, its awesome to know what you guys think! -Halee xx
#Imagine…
You’d woken up that morning and not tried at all, as usual. You threw your long hair into a messy bun atop your head, brushed your teeth, washed your face, got dressed and you were out the door, not even bothering to put a touch of makeup on. On the way there, your favorite band, One Direction, came on the radio, which made your morning commute a little better. You had heard that they were coming to your town soon, but of course minimum wage isn’t enough for expensive concert tickets.
As soon as you walk through the double doors of the restaurant, your manager Becca shouts, “[Y/N]! You’re on window today!” before turning her back to you to finish wiping down the counter.
Ugh. Of course you’d get stuck on window. The drive-through window was basically the worst position in the whole restaurant, because for some reason everyone was always so rude to you, no matter how perky you made your voice sound. In society today, everyone just wants to go go go, and they’re always in a rush to get somewhere, which you never understood. You liked to take life day by day and not worry about rushing through it.
The day passes slowly, the clock on the wall quietly ticking as every second passed. Earlier the window was packed with people shouting their orders at you and impatiently sitting in their cars as you prepared their food. The drive through window was dead now, only the sound of crickets chirping and cars passing by coming through your headset. Everyone had gone home, even your manager, leaving just you in the restaurant. Just as you’re about to head into the back storage room to grab your phone and entertain yourself, something on the outside monitor catches your eye.
A huge black Escalade pulls into the drive through lane. “Great,” you think to yourself, “another snobby rich kid who wants a late night snack.” With a huff, you turn around and get back to the window before mustering, “Hi, welcome to McDonalds, order whenever you’re ready!” into the headset in the perkiest voice you can manage.
You listen to the static in your ear as the person in the car scans the bright menu outside. After a few minutes, you hear a deep voice say, “Um, yeah. Could I get umm….a….number 3 please? With um….a….Pepsi.” The voice on the other end sounds weirdly familiar, but you’re so tired you can’t think of whom the voice belongs to.
“Sure, that’ll be right up! Please pull to the second window!” you say cheerily. Quickly, you bag up the person’s food, grab their drink, and bring it over to the window. It slowly slides open and squeaks a bit before you see the person in the car.
For a moment, all you could do was stare. Stare at the mop of curls atop his head, his huge green eyes, his dimples as he smiles at you. “Holy shit,” you think. “Harry Styles from One Direction is sitting in the drive-through window right now.”
You realize you’ve been staring at him for an uncomfortable amount of time after he chuckles and says, “Hello, love. How much do I owe you?” He goes to grab his wallet from the center console of his huge car. Shaking your head and blinking a few times, you remember you’re working.
“Oh, uh, $8.95,” you finally stammer. As he hands you his card, you remember that 1) you’re working at McDonalds, probably the most disgusting place to work at ever and 2) you aren’t wearing any makeup. Cursing yourself, you quickly swipe Harry’s card through the machine and hand it back to him, along with his bag of food.
When his hand grabs for his food, it also grazes across the back of your hand. You look back into his beautiful green orbs to find he’s already staring back at you. Your eyes widen in surprise, and you’re at a loss for words. “Harry Styles is right in front of you, say something!”
“So uh, I take it you guys are in town for a show?” you say, stalling while you wait for his receipt to print. Your fingers play nervously with each other in your lap as you try not to burst into a happy dance right on the spot. You’re talking to Harry freaking Styles for god’s sake!
“Yeah, we play tomorrow. Are you going, love?” he asks, raising his eyebrows slightly, making his forehead crinkle.
“No, I couldn’t afford to get tickets,” you say before you can process it. “Why would you say that!? You just made yourself seem poor! Ugh.” You silently curse yourself once more for not thinking properly. But how can you blame yourself, your favorite member of your favorite boy band is right there, in the flesh.
“Oh, well that’s too bad…” Harry trails off, looking down for a moment. His back straightens suddenly, a small smirk on his lips. “Just a sec,” he says, turning away from you to grab something.
He pulls out his black iPhone and dials a number very fast. You give him some privacy, and let the window slide closed. Out of the view of the window, you let your energy out quickly by jumping around and adding a few fist pumps in for good measure. With one more wiggle of your butt, you decide you’re calm enough to return.
Your push the window back open to find Harry with a huge smile on his face and a piece of paper in his hand. “Hey, I just called my manager; he said all of us boys could bring a guest to the show tomorrow night! I was wondering if you wanted to be mine?” he asks hopefully, crinkling his forehead again. Damn, he looks adorable.
“Oh, wow, um, I don’t know what to say.” And it’s true, you don’t. This kind of thing doesn’t happen to girls like you, working their horrible jobs with barely enough money to get by. Of course you want to go, but you feel bad at the same time. “Are you sure you don’t wanna bring someone else? One of your friends or something?” you ask, just to be sure he’s not jumping the gun on this one.
“I’m plenty sure, love. It’ll be fun, I promise. What do you say?” he asks again, leaning a bit out of his car on his elbow.
Well, tomorrow WAS your day off; why not spend it with Harry Styles at the One Direction concert?
“That would be amazing, Harry. Thank you so much!” you say. There are no words to describe the multiple emotions running through your brain right now. Happiness, disbelief, excitement, nervousness, the list goes on. You had to look perfect. What would you wear? And what about your hair? And makeup? There was so much to be done!
While your brain goes on a frenzy, you realize that Harry had asked you a question and was looking at you for an answer. You chuckle and say, “Oh, I’m sorry! What was that?”
He laughs and says, “No problem, love. I just asked for your number and address so I could pick you up tomorrow?” he says, handing you a small piece of paper and a pen.
“Sure, of course,” you say. With a shaky hand, you reach out to grab the pen and paper and quickly jot down your information.
As you hand it back to him, he flashes you a smile, dimples in full show, and says, “Awesome. I’ll text you with the details tomorrow morning. See you later, babe.”
Babe. He’d called you babe. And love. Your life was now complete. And it was only going to get better.
Waving, Harry pulls the Escalade out of the driveway and back onto the main road from which he came. You glance at the clock to see that your shift had ended about 15 minutes ago. With one more quick happy dance, you punch out, and run to your car and head home.
There was no time to waste; you don’t even bother to shower went you get home. Instead, you change into your pajamas, and head straight to bed. Tomorrow would be devoted to getting yourself ready for Harry, and right now, you need your beauty sleep!
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*BEEP BEEP BEEP*. Your alarm goes off at 11; you decided last night to set one so you wouldn’t sleep until 1 like you always do. The events of last night at work flood back to you, and as you stretch your body and climb out of bed, you’re surprised you even slept at all. You were insanely excited, but also insanely nervous, the butterflies in your stomach only getting bigger when you glance at your phone and see a text from an unknown number.
“Hey [Y/N], it’s Harry. The show starts at 7 tonight, and the boys and I usually hang out at the venue for a bit before that. So how does 4:30 sound? Xx”
Before you even process what the text said, you realize Harry used your name. Last night you had been so nervous you hadn’t even said it. He must have looked at your nametag. Then you process that he said 4:30. Your hands still shaking, you text Harry back, “Awesome, sounds good! See you then:) xx”
Smiling like an idiot, you decide to get ready now and not waste any more precious time. You grab your iHome and head into your small bathroom. You choose your One Direction playlist, of course, and jump into the shower. The hot water over your body feels amazing since you didn’t shower last night. And since you’re so nervous and tense, the water soothes your tight muscles and relaxes you as it trickles down the length of your body.
You stay in the shower for a few minutes more than necessary before getting out and toweling off. You slip on a bra and panties and head back into the bathroom to do your makeup. You decide to go for a subtle look so it doesn’t seem like you’re trying too hard. But, on the other hand, you also want him to notice how good your makeup looks. Oh, the joys of being a female.
Digging through your makeup container, you finally decide to do thick, black winged eyeliner on your top lids with a swipe of gold liquid liner to make your eyes pop. With a touch of mascara, a bit of bronzer and a hint of blush, your makeup is finished. Now it’s time to tackle what will take the longest: the hair.
Your hair is naturally wavy, so to gussy your look up, you decide to curl it, which would probably take around 2 hours on its own. You pull it all out of the towel it was wrapped in, brush it out, and begin blow-drying.
After that’s done, you wait for your curling iron to heat up and check your phone. Harry had texted you again, this time it was a photo. You unlock your phone, click the picture, and see that it’s your ticket in his hand. “Can’t wait for tonight!” the message reads. You can’t help but smile.
As you curl each strand of hair, your mind begins to wander. You think about the first time you heard One Direction, and how you instantly fell in love with all of them. There was something about Harry though that made him stick out to you. Maybe it was the way he carried himself, or the way he really got into the songs he sang, or maybe it was just how darn cute that boy was. Nevertheless, you fell for him instantly. All of your friends had said that it was impossible to love someone that you’ve never met, but they were wrong. You were completely in love with Harry, as strange as it was. When he pulled into the window last night, your heart skipped a beat, and you couldn’t believe your eyes. It was like a dream come true. You wanted tonight to be absolutely perfect.
Soon, your hair falls in delicate curls around your shoulders and creates a sort of halo around your face. You touch up your makeup quickly before heading to your closet to choose an outfit.
A quick glance at your clock tells you that its already 4, and that Harry should be at your house in about half an hour. Plenty of time. You rifle through your clothes and search for your favorite blouse, a lovely light blue one. You could wear a black skirt, but that might look too fancy. Instead, you pair it with black leggings and your black combat boots, and dress it up with gold stud earrings and a gold ring with a delicate pink rose to match. (YOUR OUTFIT: http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=87304523 )
With a quick spritz of perfume behind your ears, your head downstairs, grab your purse, and await Harry’s arrival. You don’t have to wait too long though; Harry is a bit early.
“Should I go outside and just get in? Or should I wait for him to come to the door?!” you think frantically. Before you can decide, there’s a soft knock at the door. Controlling yourself, you slowly approach the door, turn the knob, and open it to see Harry standing there.
He looks incredible, as usual. Black skinny jeans, an old band t-shirt, and his brown boots and a fedora. Suddenly, you feel very overdressed. You glance down at yourself and then back up to Harry when he says, “Wow. You look amazing, [Y/N].” His eyes scan the length of your body before coming back up to rest on your gaze.
You smile and tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear and mutter your thanks. “Ready to go?” he asks, extending his hand to take yours.
Surprised, you nod and take his hand. His was huge; yours felt like a baby’s in his. He slowly intertwines his fingers with yours as you both head into his Escalade. The butterflies in your stomach only get worse as he opens the passenger side door for you, and helps you climb inside the huge vehicle. He closes the door, walks around the side of the car, and climbs in on the driver’s side.
The engine hums to life as Harry turns the key before he begins to drive to the venue. There’s silence in the car at first, but it’s broken once Harry clears his throat and says, “So, um, are you excited for the show tonight?”
“I am! Its gonna be amazing,” you say, nodding your head vigorously. “Jesus, don’t act so excited. Stop nodding, he’s gonna think you’re crazy!” your mind races. You push those thoughts away and ask, “So where will I be sitting?” It was a real question, you genuinely wanted to know. You hadn’t been in your right mind last night, hence you not really knowing any details of this event tonight.
“You can sit backstage if you want, or you can sit with Eleanor and Danielle, they’re coming tonight too,” he offers. Eleanor was Louis’ girlfriend, and Danielle was Liam’s. You’d always wanted to meet them, but at the prospect of actually being able to, something about the encounter turned you off.
“Hm. I think I’ll stay backstage. That’s where all the action is, yeah?” you say, chuckling. Harry laughs too, and soon the two of you begin talking and getting to know each other. You ask Harry what life on the road is like, about his family and his friends. He asks you about yours too, but there’s really not much to tell since your life is pretty boring. You’re more interested in hearing about his fabulous and glamorous life, but he’s more interested in hearing about you.
After many more questions, including your favorite color and favorite Disney movie, Harry pulls into the venue. It’s only 5ish, and yet there are hundreds of girls and paparazzi already crowded around the venue in a sea of bodies. You stare out the window in awe as Harry expertly weaves in and out of the crowd of people.
“Don’t worry,” he says, “they can’t see us. The windows are tinted,” Harry tells you, pulling into a parking spot behind a huge metal gate. There are already girls throwing themselves up against the gate, trying to see who just pulled in.
Harry turns off the car, turns to you, and grabs your hand. Shocked, your back stiffens a bit, but Harry doesn’t seem to notice. “Okay, now the door is on the other side of that gate,” he says, gesturing towards it, “which means we’re gonna have to go through that crowd.” He must have noticed your eyes widen, because he gives your hand a small squeeze, smiles, and says, “Don’t worry; I won’t let them get you. The best thing to do is to just keep your head down, and keep moving, don’t stop for anyone. I’ll hold your hand the whole way so we don’t get separated, okay?” he asks, nodding slightly.
“Okay,” you say nervously. You have no other choice but to do what he says, but you’re still worried despite his words of assurance.
Harry is already outside your door, and it isn’t even open before you hear the shrieks and yells of many teenage girls waiting behind that gate. They’re shouting his name, questions, and the flashes of cameras are practically blinding. You hoist yourself out of his car, and keep your head down like Harry said.
A security guard positions himself right behind you, and another one right in front of Harry. He opens the door to the gate, and it feels like all hell breaks loose.
“HARRY WHO IS SHE!?”
“IS THAT YOUR GIRLFRIEND?”
“GUYS, JUST ONE PICTURE, LOOK RIGHT HERE!”
Girls and paparazzi alike are trying to snap photos of you, grab at you, pull you back. The security guard is right on your tail, and Harry’s hand is like a vise around yours. You turn your gaze on your feet in front of you and focus on putting one foot in front of the other as quickly as you can.
Suddenly, a strand of your hair is pulled, forcing your head back and making you stumble slightly. The guard tries to push the girls back, but you had stopped moving; it was no use. They pounce on you.
“ARE YOU DATING HARRY!? HE’S MINE!
“IS HE GOOD IN BED!? TELL ME EVERYTHING!”
Camera flashes continue to leave spots in your vision, and soon you can’t move because of how tightly the girls have crowded around you. Then, a sleazy paparazzi appears next to you, stroking your shoulder as he says, “Hey there gorgeous, could I get one quick picture?” He smiles a toothy grin at you; his teeth are yellow and he reeks of cigarettes. He inches closer to you, but before you can react, he’s on the ground.
You look up to see a very angry Harry in front of you, fist clenched, breathing making his chest rise and fall fast. “Don’t you dare touch her!” he shouts, teeth clenched in rage. His nostrils flare, his curls are a bit sweaty, sticking to his forehead. You’ve never seen anyone get so mad.
Ignoring the shouts and screams of the girls around him, he turns to you, his facial features softening in compassion. He touches your face softly, and holds your hands, examining your body for any harm that could have been caused. He tucks a stray curl behind your ear, and bends down close to you. “Are you okay? Did anyone hurt you?” His eyes are worried, genuine fear for your safety written all over his expression.
The security guards finally manage to make a small space for you and Harry to stand with no girls. You take Harry’s hand in yours and mutter, “I’m fine, let’s just get out of here.”
With a quick nod, Harry holds your hand tightly once more and leads you a bit farther to the stage door. He wrenches it open quickly, and puts his hand on the small of your back to gently push you inside first. The door closes behind him, and he lets out of a sigh of relief.
“God [Y/N], I’m so sorry about that. I didn’t expect to get…physical like that, I don’t know what came over me. I just didn’t want anything to happen to you,” he explains, desperately hoping you’ll understand, his eyes pleading with you.
You stroke Harry’s bicep and say, “Harry, its fine, I’m fine, I promise. I appreciate what you did for me. I feel very safe with you.” You smile wide, nodding your head at him. He sighs once more, nods, and accepts what you had to say.
“Well, now that that’s over, how about a little tour?” he asks, looking excited.
“That would be lovely!” you say, just as excited as him.
“Sick!” he says, once again taking your hand in his, softer this time, and lacing his fingers with yours. Harry shows you the stage, the green room with all his favorite snacks, and all around the backstage area. “This is where you can sit for the show,” he says, pointing to a roped off area with a small couch and some snacks on a little table.
“Best seat in the house,” you comment, chuckling. Before long, Harry takes you back to the green room and introduces you to the rest of the crew in there. Niall is there, eating some snacks of course, but he waves at you with a mouthful of food and smiles nonetheless. Liam and Danielle are sitting on a couch talking, and Louis and Eleanor are doing the same on the couch opposite Liam. Zayn is sitting on his iPhone in a corner, probably texting Perrie no doubt. The 5 Seconds of Summer boys are doing soundcheck, leaving just you and Harry to mill about and do your own thing until the show begins.
Harry takes you back to the roped off area and the two of you sit on the comfy couch and chat. After a while, you can’t help but ask the one question that’s been on your mind since last night. “Harry,” you begin, not knowing really how to ask this without sounding rude. “I was just wondering…why me? Like, you could have picked absolutely anyone to come with you tonight, but you picked me. Don’t get me wrong, this has been the best day of my life, but…I don’t know. This kinda thing doesn’t happen to girls like me,” you finish, hoping you didn’t come off as ungrateful or something.
“What do you mean ‘girls like you’?” Harry asks, ignoring your question completely. His thumb starts to trace small circles on your knee; you find the act very soothing, and you can’t help but grin.
“You know,” you try to explain, “average girls that work the drive-through at McDonalds. I’m hanging out with the boy band member I love, this is so surreal to me,” you say. You try not to let your eyes widen once you realize that you basically just told Harry that you love him.
He doesn’t seem to notice though, as he takes your hand in his, and moves his thumb from your knee to the back of your palm. “[Y/N], you are anything but average. When I saw you yesterday, there was something about you…I’m not even sure what it was. But I was instantly attracted to you. I couldn’t just take my food and leave, I wanted to get to know you so bad, and that’s why I invited you here. I wanted to know you better so that maybe, you know, in the future, we could….” he trails off and looks into your eyes with his green ones, a questioning gaze.
But he soon starts again, “And when that pap got close to you….I just snapped. I couldn’t let anything happen to you. I barely know you, but…it feels like I’ve known you forever…” he trails off again, squints his eyes, and looks at you. “Is any of what I’m saying making sense, or am I just babbling on like a proper idiot?”
You chuckle and turn your face down to your lap, before looking back up at Harry through your lashes. “No, it makes sense….I feel the same way, Harry.”
His green orbs light up at this, and he smiles wide, his dimples jutting out of his cheeks. He squeezes your hand once, and his smile fades slightly, a more serious expression replacing it. “So….would you want to go out then sometime? We could go to dinner, or to a movie, or for coffee….?” He lets the question hang in the air, his expression hopeful for your positive response.
You grin at him, and nod vigorously before responding, “That would be amazing, Harry.”
At this prospect, Harry stands up from the couch, looking happier than ever as he pulls you up to stand with him. As he stares into your eyes, he moves closer, just inches away from your face. His hand comes up to softly cup your cheek as he glances down at your lips and then back at your eyes for permission. You close the gap between the two of you and press your lips softly to his.
After a moment, you pull away to look up at him to see that he looks shocked and happy at the same time. He chuckles under his breath before kissing you again, a bit more forceful this time. Your arms snake around his neck, and you feel his wrap around your waist, closing the little amount of space that was between your bodies before.
The two of you are too busy with each other to notice that the other boys have come out of the green room and are getting their in-ears and mics ready for the show. “Oi! Loverboy!” you hear Niall shout in his Irish accent. “Come on then, we’ve got a show to put on!”
With one more quick peck on the mouth and a huge smile, Harry heads over to where the boys are prepping and gets ready with them. You retake your spot on the couch, grab a drink from the table beside you, and get ready to watch the boys show.
You notice throughout the whole performance, Harry has a dopey smile plastered on his face, one that matches yours. Occasionally he glances backstage and winks at you or grins, and every time he did, those dang butterflies would come back. You couldn’t have asked for a more perfect day with the boy of your dreams.
Hey guys! I know me and Kendra haven't been on in a while, but its summer now, so we'll definitely be on more! I've got nothing going on yet, but I know Kendra just graduated so she's probably busy getting ready for college. But we'll try to come on as much as we can for ya. I just wrote a one shot that I'm about to post, so I hope you guys like it! Feedback is appreciated! -Halee xx
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