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{Halloween Haze 2014} You're Boyfriend Is Supernatural {4}
Requested by ellenoel117. Thank you for it, and I'm sorry for its lateness. Life gets in the way, but I promise that the Halloween Haze will be over before Christmas XD.
- Chrissy
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Harry: He's a Fallen Angel.
Harry always had these scars on his back that converged towards the small of his back.
In the early morning hours, when the two of you had just finished loving each other, you'd trace the rough tissue with your sweaty fingers.
His nose would be buried into your neck, letting out a contented sigh as he felt your soft, gentle touch run across horrible memories; it was as if your fingers were erasing them.
You had asked him where he had gotten those scars from once or twice, but he would always change the subject. Not wanting to force him, you let things be and continued on with his new topic of conversation.
"Do you miss them...?" you whispered, caressing the uneven skin of his back.
"Miss who?"
"Your family."
"Why are you asking this, Love?" he asked, furrowing his brow.
"Well, you never see them, but when you talk about them...it seems like you miss them," you frowned, stilling your fingers. "You always look so sad."
Harry remained quiet for a moment before letting out a sigh, "I do miss them, but I made the decision to leave. I can't go back."
"Not even for a visit?"
He shook his head before pressing a kiss to your forehead.
"But why?"
Harry didn't respond; he just forced a smile before changing the subject, "What do you want to do tomorrow? Hmm?"
*****
Ding-Dong.
You hurried over to the door, leaving the telly on in the living room. You looked through the peep hole to see a girl in her early twenties, wearing all white.
"Who is it?" you questioned.
"Gemma Styles," she responded rather coolly, but the name alone was enough to make you forget about her demeanor.
"Styles?" you opened the door. "Do you know Harry?"
"I'm his older sister," she stated as if it were the most obvious thing in the world before walking into your flat as if she owned the place. "So you're her, huh? You don't look like much, no offense."
You frowned at her words, "Did Harry tell you about me?"
"I guess you could say that. Where I come from, we all know about you."
******
"What the Hell are you doing here?"
"Keep your voice down, Harry!" his elder sister hissed. "Do you want the mortal to hear?"
Mortal?
Your face twisted into confusion.
"What do you want, Gemma?"
"I want you to come home. The higher ups are considering giving you back your wings and forgetting this thing ever occurred."
"This thing just turns out to be the best thing that's ever happened to me, and everyone at home knows it. You all can see it. You know we'll be happy together. You're just too selfish to care!"
"You're the selfish one! Don't you understand what you did to me when you left? What you did to Mum and the others? We all miss you terribly."
"I miss you, too, Gem, but...I'm happier here, on Earth, with Y/N. I'm sorry."
There was a pregnant silence that hung in the air like a fog, and you anticipated Gemma's answer.
"Fine, but I will be dropping in periodically to convince you that home is clearly--"
"Goodbye, Gemma. I'll see you next visit, okay?"
There was a sniffle, and then a small sob, "Okay..."
*****
"Hey..."
"Hey," you gave your boyfriend a grin before he pecked it with his lips.
"I'm sorry about Gemma. She was pretty rude to you, huh?" he sat down next to you, wrapping his arms around you.
"It's okay, Harry. She is your sister, and I was happy to meet her."
He pulled you into a tight embrace, as if he were afraid that you'd fall to dust without his arms around you, "I've been hiding a lot of things from you, Y/N. Things that you shouldn't really know, but...I realize that you have to know because we're going to be together for a long time."
You nodded, and he pulled back, his thumbs caressing you through the fabric that covered your upper arms.
"I'm a fallen angel, Y/N, and I fell for you."
You wanted to tell him that you knew that, considering you overheard his entire conversation with his elder sister, but, instead, you held him.
You understood the sacrifice he made.
"I fell for you, too."
Liam: He's a Merman.
You thought Liam had a fear of the ocean.
Pool water, Jacuzzi water, lake water were all the same to him. He could swim in those, enjoy himself in them, but sea water?
Over his dead body.
This was the reason for most of your canceled vacations to the tropics or anywhere else with sand and salt water.
You didn't question it, figuring everyone had their own little quirks, but when your cousin was getting married in the Caribbean, you weren't going to miss it for the world.
"Is it on the beach?" Liam asked as he watched you pack a suitcase; he knew you only planned on filling it with your clothing.
"No. There's a building on the beach; that's where they're having it."
"So we won't be by the water? It can't touch us?"
"No, Liam," you let out a sigh, closing your underwear drawer and putting whatever contents you took from it on top of your clothing.
"We're only staying for two nights?"
You got up and headed towards the bathroom, "The night before and the night of."
"The hotel is..."
"Small huts on the water."
Liam remained silent for a bit after that, and you were still in the bathroom, gathering your make-up together.
You just finished stuffing your toiletries bag when Liam said, "I'll go."
Your eyes widened at the surprising turn of events. Bag in hand, you ran into the master bedroom and threw yourself into his arms, causing him to fall back on the bed.
"I love you!" you shouted before pecking his lips.
"Whoa...if I had known agreeing to go would get me this type of treatment, I would've said 'yes' the moment the invite arrived."
You rolled your eyes and got off of him, "Come on. I'll give you some more later, but right now, we need to pack."
"Anything for you, Love."
*****
It was passed midnight when you woke up to find no one beside you. Outside, you could still hear some of the guests still partying, drunk to the point they didn't have a care about the people trying to sleep.
With a groan, you got out of bed and headed towards the open French Doors of your little island hut. You had every intent to close them, figuring Liam had just gone for a walk, but something stopped you. A figure stood at the water's edge, a few yards down from your room.
Within the next few moments, he sat in the wet sand, the moonlight bouncing off his skin.
It was Liam. You'd recognize those muscles anywhere.
You were about to go out and join him when you saw the extraordinary happen.
His legs lifted, together, but at the end of them weren't feet; there was a fin.
*****
He smelt like sea water, telling you that last night had not been a dream.
"Liam..."
"Hmm?" he murmured into your neck, tightening his arm around your waist.
"Did you go swimming last night?" you questioned, trying to swallow the lump in your throat.
Liam was silent for a minute before he let out a sigh, "I did. Why?"
"Well..." you considered telling him what you saw, what you saw him become, but you hesitated, "you smell like the ocean..."
Liam's whole body relaxed at your words, and you felt his lips curve into a smile at the base of your neck, "Sorry..."
"It's okay, but just..." you closed your eyes for a second before opening them to stare at the ceiling, "know you can always depend on me. I won't judge."
Liam didn't respond, and all you could hear were the waves crashing against the shore outside your thin walls.
*****
"Let's go swimming."
"Okay," you nodded before taking a sip of your tea. "I'm sure the pool passes still work..."
"No," he shook his head, leaning back in his chair. "I want to go in the ocean."
You nearly choked on your drink, "W-what? I-In broad daylight?"
He arched a brow at you, "Yes...in daylight. I found this cool underwater cave last night, so I wanted you to come see for yourself. We have time, right?"
"We should. Our flight isn't until later in the day..."
"Good. I can't wait!"
You grinned, "Me neither, Liam."
Because he wasn't just going to show you an underwater cave.
Louis: He's a Demon.
"Louis...I swear you are the devil," you groaned as you pulled out another pair of pink underwear. "What am I supposed to do, now? All our whites are pink because of your one pink sock!"
Louis, who was supposed to be as worried as you, was on the floor, dying from laughter, "If only you knew, Love."
"Knew what?" you hissed, tossing your underwear back into the plastic bin.
"Don't worry about it," he said once he calmed down. He got off the hardwood and walked over to you, pressing a kiss to your temple as he wrapped his arms around you. "Don't worry about the clothes either. I'll replace them."
"You will?" you asked, looking up at him.
He nodded, pressing butterfly kisses to your beautiful face, "Every. Single. One."
You let out a sigh, knowing that there was no getting angry at the man who had you practically wrapped around his finger.
Your little love fest ended, though, rather abruptly, when the telephone rang.
"I'll get it, Love," Louis grinned, pressing his lips to yours in a kiss that promised more.
You watched him practically prance over to the phone and pick it up with the happiest of expressions on his face.
"Hello?"
You couldn't hear the voice or the words being spoken on the other end of the line, but one or the other made your boyfriend's face harden to the point he could be mistaken for a statue.
"I can't talk to you right now, Ben," he hissed into the receiver, "and I thought I told you to leave me alone."
"I don't care how long it's been...It's never going to happen!" Louis shouted before throwing the phone down onto the charger and almost breaking it in the process.
He stood there for a moment, fuming with his arms crossed over his chest.
After watching him brood for a few minutes, you walked over to him, "Are you okay, Lou?"
"Huh?" he seemed startled, as if he had just realized you were there. "Oh. I'm fine, Love. Never been better," he took you into his arms.
*****
"Alright. Where is he?"
Your eyes shot open at the unfamiliar voice that came from your living room. Louis was gone for work, and you weren't expecting anyone...
Come to think of it, you didn't even hear the front door open.
"Human!"
You spun around at the shout, coming face to face with a brown-haired man.
"W-who are you?" you found yourself stuttering while pausing in your dish washing.
"That is none of your concern," his eyes flashed dangerously. "I am here for Louis Tomlinson. Where is he?"
"He isn't at home, but maybe, if you told me your name, I could relay a message for you," you were starting to get angry at this man.
"I'm afraid that won't work for my purposes--"
"Ben."
You grinned, knowing that Louis had arrived.
Ben turned away from you and went into the living room to meet with your boyfriend.
"I have come to bring you home," Ben announced.
Your eyes met Louis' when you entered the room, shocked and afraid. Was he going to leave with this guy?
"I told you, Ben," Louis said slowly, a scowl on his face, "that I have left for good, and I don't care about your little revolution."
"But you used to care!" he growled before turning to glare at you. "You used to care before you met her! Now, nothing else matters to you. "
Louis, in the blink of an eye, had an arm around Ben's neck while holding his other arm behind his back, "Don't you dare touch her."
"But Louis--"
"Shut up!" Louis' eyes glowed red. "I told you to leave me alone, and this is the last time I'm repeating it. The next time you bother Y/N or me, I won't hesitate to kill you. Understand?"
Ben nodded.
"Now leave," Louis spat, letting go of him, and for one second you couldn't blame Ben.
You would've been out the door in seconds, too, if you had Louis' demonic gaze on you.
"So...what's for dinner?" Louis asked with a smile, once the man left.
You grinned at him, crossing your arms over your shoulders, "An explanation."
Louis' face fell, "Well, I suppose you've guessed it already...but I'm a demon."
Niall: He's a Vampire.
Niall was the very definition of "carnivore."
If you looked up the word in the dictionary, Niall's face would be right next to it as an example.
He never cared too much for vegetables, fruits, or even starches, but he was obsessed with meat. He would eat it any way you prepared it, except with garlic; he couldn't stand garlic. His favorite way to have it was always raw, when there was still blood.
You found it, at first, to be a little odd, but it was only one of a few things you found strange about him.
For one, he had trouble sleeping at night, and often, you'd wake to see him reading in the dark or hanging upside down from the side of his bed.
He also burned easily in the sun, but you always associated that to his extremely pale skin. He just had to stock up on sunscreen.
Besides these three minor things, Niall was a normal young man, and he loved you as much as you loved him. Still...you couldn't help feeling like there was something he was keeping from you, and sometimes, it worried you.
*****
It was late on a Friday night when you figured out just what your boyfriend had hidden from you.
You were in bed, half asleep because a part of you wanted to see Niall's face before you entered dreamland.
Niall went out with his friends a few hours ago, which was nothing unusual. He would go out with them at least once a month, usually on a Friday, for a guys' night out. He once described it to you, saying that the place tended to vary between his friend's house and the sports bar. It usually just centered around talking, playing some sort of table game, drinking, and/or watching one of the football games on the telly.
It sounded typical of guys to you, and you had no trouble sleeping usually.
Maybe it was because you just missed him.
*****
You were almost asleep when you heard the front door slam open and closed.
Slowly, still recovering from the sudden noise, you sat up in bed, rubbing your eyes, "Niall?"
You heard the fridge door being shut and then footsteps down the hall towards your room. The fact that he didn't answer you made you more alert; you were fully awake now.
"Niall? Is that you?"
No answer, just footsteps.
You threw the covers off of you, grabbing your lamp from the nightstand and holding it in your hands like it was a bat.
The door to your room hit the wall, and in entered none other than your boyfriend, Niall Horan.
"Niall!" you lowered your guard, rolling your eyes at him. "You nearly gave me a heart attack! I was so worried when you didn't answer me...Why didn't you?"
He didn't answer. He just pulled you into his arms, burying his nose into your hair.
"Niall?"
He started leaving kisses on your neck that soon became open mouth.
"Niall..." you suppressed a moan. "It's late...Can't we do this tomor--"
You were cut off by your own painful gasp, feeling teeth sink into your skin. It was weird, though. The initial bite hurt like Hell, but now...the only thing keeping you from melting into a pile of pleasure-filled goo on the floor were Niall's arms.
It ended as quickly as it came, and you fell limp into your boyfriend's chest.
He didn't say anything. He just picked you up, carrying you over to your shared bed and dropping you onto it. His red eyes, which you just noticed, switched to his usual, human blue.
Then, he settled down next to you, as if the blood had been drained from him. He was out like a light, but you weren't complaining. You'd deal with this newfound "trait" of your boyfriend's later.
*****
The next morning, you woke to find Niall playing with your hair.
"Morning, Princess," he whispered before leaning in to peck your lips. When he pulled back, he froze, his eyes focused on your neck. "...Did I...?" he looked up at you, his blue eyes meeting yours. "Crap. Y/N...I'm sorry for everything. I just didn't--"
You leaned forward to kiss him, making it long and loving, "It's okay...It doesn't change the fact that I love you."
Zayn: He's a Werewolf.
You couldn't take Zayn to zoos. It sounds weird, but it was the truth.
The last time you had dragged him there, all the animals you went to see took one look at him and freaked out. The wolves were the worst. They couldn't stop growling at him, and when you looked to Zayn, hoping he noticed it too, he was scowling at them as if he were going to snarl and howl back.
It was truly a weird thing to witness, but this wasn't the only thing out of the ordinary about your boyfriend of two years.
He didn't like his meat cooked. When you went to a restaurant, he ordered his stake "extremely rare," and when you cooked for him, you barely cooked it.
Now, you wouldn't really consider this a strange thing about Zayn, but it wasn't something most people did. Every night, at just about sunset, no matter what was going on, Zayn had to go for a run. Skipping was out of the question, and you noticed that, when the moon was full, he stayed out longer--almost all night.
"Alright, Love," he leaned over the couch to press a kiss to your cheek. "I'm going out for a run."
"When will you be back?"
"Before morning," he responded, heading towards the back door.
******
You didn't sleep well.
Why? You didn't know. You thought you had gotten used to the nights where the bed was empty.
Something just felt off...
Something felt wrong.
You turned over under the covers, bringing your hand out from under the sheets to press the button on your phone.
It was nearly dawn.
You had been tossing and turning all night, and Zayn usually would have been back by now...
Letting out a frustrated sigh, you threw the covers off of your warm body and got out of bed, slipping your bare feet into your slippers.
You walked passed the window that showed your backyard only to stop and walk back to it. Out there, in the newly fallen snow, was a bleeding, black wolf.
You didn't know what to do, so you stood there, looking at the poor thing and wondered what you could do.
It wasn't like you could bring a wild animal into your hous--
Your thoughts cut off as you saw the wolf's body move and pulse. Spasms ran throughout its tired body, and the fur retracted, revealing human skin and the familiar features of someone you knew...
Zayn!
You rushed into the kitchen, throwing open the back door and running towards his naked figure. Fearing the worst, you picked him up and struggled to carry him back into the house.
*****
The next day, Zayn ran a fever so high that you knew his wounds had to be infected.
You called in a doctor, knowing you couldn't bring Zayn to the hospital because he was half wolf, but figuring Zayn had been selective about his doctors, you called his in.
"He should be fine," he told you before writing down a prescription on his pad. "I'm going to go have this prescription filled, and I'll stop by later with the antibiotics."
"Thank you, Doctor," you gave him a smile.
"Keep the sheets off of him, and try to break that fever by giving him a cold sponge bath," he continued as he shrugged on his coat and began to fix his scarf.
You nodded, following him towards the front door, "Be careful. The roads are still icy."
"I will, Love. See you later," he said before heading out into the winter sun.
*****
You did as you were told, giving Zayn a cool sponge bath and cleaned his wounds while doing so. Afterwards, you made sure you dried him with the towel thoroughly before wrapping up his injury.
It was when you were in the process of wrapping his shoulder that he opened his eyes and grabbed your wrist, "Y-Y/N?"
You looked up, meeting his soft, brown gaze with tears in your eyes, "You're finally awake."
He nodded then winced.
"Be careful! You're really hurt," you said, running your fingers through his hair.
"Do you...?" he didn't finish his question, seeming to think better of it.
"I do," you responded, knowing fully well what he wished to ask, before leaning down to peck his lips.
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{Halloween Haze 2014} A Little Too Sexy {5}
Well, here is number 5! Should have the rest out before the end of next week. This was a request from andreaballinger27. I hope you Lovelies enjoy it!
- Chrissy
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Harry: Vampire Seductress
You and the boys of One Direction had met at a Meet and Greet, and they, for some reason, liked you enough to ask for your number. Since then, you had been friends with all of them, Harry and Liam being your best friends out of the group.
"Hey, Y/N!" Liam shouted, opening the front door to let you into his flat. "I was wondering when you'd be here."
"Sorry. There was some traffic," you grinned before pulling him into a hug.
"Well, you're here now," he said, pulling back but keeping his hand on your back. "Can I get you a drink or something? I hired a bartender for the party, so whatever you want..."
"Um...F/D would be nice," you replied, letting him lead you towards the bar.
"Hey, Victor."
"Hey, Liam. What can I do for ya?" Victor asked, leaning on the counter.
"Get this lovely lady a F/D, please."
"Coming right up!"
Liam stayed with you until your drink was in your hands, just catching up with you. Unfortunately, his duties as host called him away, but he promised to join you again before the end of the night.
"See you later," you winked at him before taking a sip from your glass.
He smirked at your flirtatiousness, knowing it was really just you being playful; he knew who you really fancied.
"I thought he'd never leave," you heard from beside you.
You turned around to curse the arse off of this guy, but you stopped yourself when you saw it was just Harry with a cat-like grin on his face.
"You jerk!" you slapped his arm.
"Ouch," he leaned away for a moment before getting closer. "Feisty. Would expect no less from a vampire."
You grinned.
"So...would the seductive vampire like to dance?" he asked, tracing a finger down your bare neck.
"Hmm...Is that safe for a mere mortal to do?" you questioned, arching a brow.
"I'll take my chances," he said, taking your wrist in his hand and leading you over to the mass of dancing guests.
As soon as you were in the middle of the dance floor, he pulled you to him, making sure your body was flush against his.
"Don't you think that costume is a little too sexy, Y/N?" Harry whispered into your ear as your body swayed against his, always to the beat.
You didn't answer; you just smirked into the column of his neck, wrapping your arms around him in an embrace.
"Maybe we should get you out of it..." his voice was dangerously husky against your jaw, and it took all your power to keep from shivering.
You leaned back so you could meet his gaze, wondering if what he just suggested was a joke or something he truly wanted.
No dimples.
He was serious.
"What? You don't want to go home with me tonight?" he pouted at you, making his lip quiver.
You laughed, "That face does not match your intentions."
He snickered, "Oh? And what are my intentions?"
"Well, they aren't innocent. I could tell you that."
"Innocence? I thought we were forgetting that tonight..." he took your lobe between his teeth, lightly nibbling on it.
"I hate to break it to you, Mr. Styles," you removed yourself from his touch, his lips leaving your ear, "but I'm not looking for a one-night stand, especially not from you."
"Then what are you looking for, Love?" he asked, his face solemn once again as the music switched to something slower.
"A commitment..." you replied after some time, your eyes never leaving his, "with you."
His eyes widened for a second before his Cheshire Cat grin appeared, "Sounds good to me. When can we go on our first date?"
You blushed, "Y-You mean you want to..."
He nodded, "I thought you only saw me as a friend, so I thought crossing that line by bringing you home tonight..."
"Oh..."
"But I like your way better," he winked before leaning in to kiss your cheek.
Liam: Not-So Innocent Angel
You were not comfortable in this costume at all.
The neckline was too low and the skirt ended too high, but, despite your get-up, you had innocent intentions.
Liam Payne was hosting the party tonight. You had the fortune of meeting him last year through some mutual friends. At that time, he had been dating someone, and you had to admit, a part of you was quite jealous of his girlfriend.
Since your meeting, you had only seen him about four or five times; you two technically weren't friends, so you had no reason to see him unless someone else that you knew did. You had exchanged phone numbers, but you never had the courage to text him.
"You're going to knock 'em dead," F/N grinned, appearing beside you as you stared at your reflection.
She had the idea to dress you up like this, saying you had everything a guy could want; you just didn't flaunt it.
She didn't know you had one guy in particular--her guy friend--in your sights.
*****
"Hey, Babe. Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?"
It was the cheesiest line you had ever heard, considering you were wearing an angel costume with wings, and you were beginning to regret your decision to listen to F/N.
You didn't want this kind of attention from some guy looking for a lay.
"Get it? 'Cause of what you're wearing..."
You forced a smile, "I do. It's very funny."
"So...can I get you a drink?" the guy grinned, gesturing towards the bar.
"Um...you don't have to..."
"I insist," he put a hand on your upper arm. "How about this? I'll go get us drinks, and then we can go somewhere more private?"
"I'm sorry but--"
"I'll be right back. Don't go flying away, Babe," he winked at you before disappearing into the crowd.
You had to keep the vomit from coming up. Honestly? Your night was not going as planned at all.
Suddenly, you felt a hand on your lower back, gently guiding you from where you were currently standing.
You looked up over your shoulder to meet a pair of brown eyes and a kind grin.
"Thanks, Liam," you smiled.
"No problem," he shrugged before taking a sip of his drink. "This is your first time at my place, yeah?"
You nodded, "From what I've seen, you have a beautiful home."
"Thank you, Y/N," he beamed, "but you haven't seen all of it. Why don't I give you the grand tour?"
"I'd love that."
*****
"...and this is my room," he opened the door to the master bedroom.
"It's beautiful," you complimented, looking about the room.
"It's not the only thing."
You looked over at him, shocked at what you thought he said.
"What?"
He gave you a small smile, "I said you're gorgeous."
You blushed, looking away to hide it.
"You know..." he stepped towards you, stopping when he was a foot away, "that outfit really suits you..."
With those words, he took your hands in his, "I have to know...Why this costume? I mean, I already knew you were an angel, but..."
You chuckled before answering his question. "F/N suggested the costume because she's tired of me being single..."
Liam laughed, "Sounds like her."
You nodded, "But she didn't understand that I just wanted to impress you."
Liam's face turned serious at your confession. He pushed your hair back, letting it fall behind your shoulder, "You wore this for me?"
"I did."
He let out a ragged breath before letting out an awkward chuckle, "What did I do to deserve this?"
You shrugged, "Just by being you, I guess. I like you..."
His face lifted at your words, and you couldn't believe you had said them.
How many drinks had you ingested?
"You're cute," he whispered before closing the space between the two of you, his lips caressing yours. "Can I keep you?"
You laughed, breaking the kiss, "That was too cheesy."
"Aw...you know you liked it."
Louis: Red-Hot Devil
You were in red. Red underwear, red stockings, red dress, red make-up, red contacts, red horns.
You were also dressed to impress...Well, impress the male population at this party you were going to tonight.
You weren't looking for sex, per se. You were more in it for the flirting and possible kissing if the guy was right, and if you were lucky, you'd get the attention of the one you actually wouldn't mind going home with tonight.
His name was Louis Tomlinson.
He was your best friend and enemy at the same time for the same reason.
His pranks.
When you were in on them, the two of you were practically inseparable, but when you were the object of them...things got ugly.
You were still pissed at the last stunt he had done, putting blue hair dye in your shampoo while you were visiting them on tour. You had to wait until you got home to make an appointment with your hairdresser to dye it back.
Tonight was a little bit of revenge and your own wishes mixed up.
You hoped to make him jealous, but it would only work if there were some feelings on his end.
God, you hoped there were.
Because you loved him even when you were ready to kill him.
*****
You arrived at the party a bit late, considering you had only been to Liam's flat once before and you had mixed up the address.
"Hey, Y/N!" Liam welcomed you as he walked by, drinks in his hand. "Glad you could make it!" his eyes trailed your body, from your red pumps to the tips of your horns. "Nice costume."
"Thanks," you winked at him before walking off, your devil tail tickling the backs of your bare thighs as it swayed.
You headed over to the bar, feeling eyes on you the whole way.
"What can I get you, Beautiful?" the bartender Liam hired asked.
"F/D," you replied, leaning forward onto the counter.
"I'll have the same," a guy you didn't recognize came up next to you, giving you a grin. "Hey."
"Hey, yourself," you said before receiving your drink saying, "Thanks," to the bartender.
"So...are you here for the party or do I have some IOU to settle? Honestly, if I do, I wouldn't mind selling my soul to you."
Wow, he was coming on strong.
You grinned at his cheesy pick-up, "That depends...did you do something that would make you in debt to a devil?"
"Well, actually--"
"There you are!"
You turned around at the exclamation to see Louis in a vampire costume, a rather makeshift one, too. It was just a cape over his regular clothes.
"Oh. Hey, Louis," you smiled at him. "I was just in the middle of a conversation with..."
Louis didn't even stop to figure out whom you were talking to; he was already leading you away from the bar, his hand on your upper arm.
"Louis! That was so ru--"
"Well, what you were doing wasn't exactly polite either," he growled, taking you upstairs and down the hall to one of the guest bedrooms. "You didn't even come over to me to say 'hello.'"
"I couldn't find you..."
He shut the door once the two of you were in the empty room. He stared at you for a moment before sighing and gesturing towards your outfit, "And then you're carousing around in this get-up!"
"What? You don't like it?" you asked, getting very frustrated by your best friend's behavior.
"No...I like it, but I don't like other guys liking it!" he shouted before running his fingers through his hair.
"What? Are you jealous?" you smirked, crossing your arms over your chest.
He rolled his eyes at you before bringing his lips down to yours, "Insanely."
And sweet kisses turned into passionate ones as the two of you spent the rest of the party in Liam's guest bedroom.
Let's just say you two woke up to Liam angrily preparing your breakfast.
Niall: Sexy Nurse
Honestly, when you put on the costume, you didn't think it flattered you at all.
Sure, it showed a bit of cleavage...but it was uncomfortably tight; you had ordered a size too small. It was funny how much of a difference it made.
It hugged you in all the right...and wrong places. You were pretty sure the outfit and thigh-high white stockings made you look fatter.
But you had a costume party to go to. You also spent money on this disaster of a nurse costume, so you were going to wear it.
You just didn't expect all the unwanted attention you were getting.
The party was being hosted by a friend of yours, Liam Payne, and despite the fact he was labeled as the "responsible one" of his boy band, he sure knew how to throw a party. He had it at his house, and the place was decorated from top to bottom. He also had a DJ come in as well as a bartender and caterer. The food was five-star, and the music selection was amazing; there was something for everyone.
Normally, you would've gone around to mingle with the people you did know, but strangers kept interrupting you.
You had been offered at least five drinks by four different over eager males, and you had been asked for quite a few dances.
Now, you knew that you were going for sexy when you ordered the Sexy Nurse costume, but you weren't expecting it to come in a size too small. To put it simply, you wanted some attention but not the whole male population.
You weren't the type of girl to have one night stands; you just wanted to feel beautiful for one night. You wanted to show off what you thought you had...
*****
The party was slowing down now that everyone was either drunk or in the process of sobering up, and you had found a place to relax where no one would bother you.
Well, at least, no one had bothered you.
"So this is where you've been hiding?"
You turned at the sound of a familiar accent, a smile tugging at your ruby red lips, "And where have you been hiding, Niall?"
The blond shrugged, leaning back against the brick that made the house, "I've been around."
"You're not drunk," your eyes widened, "and the party's nearly over!"
Niall rolled his eyes at you, crossing his arms over his chest, "I don't always get drunk at parties..."
You gave him a look that told him you weren't buying it.
He let out a sigh before getting up and taking a few steps towards you, "Nice costume ya got there."
"Thanks," you forced a smile. "I like yours, too."
Your friend looked down at the football uniform he was donning before looking up at you again, "Thanks, but I think yours is the most popular here..."
You frowned at his comment, "I didn't mean for it to be...I accidentally got a size too small, so it's really tight..."
"Then why'd you wear it?" Niall asked, a hint of frustration in his voice.
"I paid for it, and I didn't think I honestly looked that good. Because the outfit's too small, I thought I looked kind of fat--"
"You're ridiculous; you know that?" Niall hissed backing you up against the rim of Liam's bedroom balcony. "Every guy at that party had his eyes on you, myself included."
You gaped at his words because, for one, he sounded very angry about the whole situation.
"Do you know how many guys at this party would kill to be where I am now?" he questioned, resting his hands on either side of you.
"But would you?" your face became solemn.
"Would I what?"
"Would you kill to be pinning me to the balcony like this...if you weren't right now?" you whispered, your eyes never leaving his.
"Believe me, Y/N, there'd be a homicide downstairs," he responded before pressing his lips gently to yours.
Zayn: Dreamy Genie
The minute the song started, you and your friends began laughing.
"Y/N...this is your song," your best friend pointed out with a grin. "Go dance to it..."
"In front of all these people? You're crazy," you shook your head at her.
"But you're dressed like a genie! It's fate," your other friend pointed out.
"And who knows? You might just be joined by Mr. Greaser over there," your best friend gestured towards your crush, who stood on the other side of the room, talking with Liam, the person hosting the party.
I feel like I've been locked up tight for a century of lonely nights...
You frowned, "He doesn't dance."
"So? Seeing you might change his mind," your friend grinned before pushing you onto the dance floor.
"We'll even join you."
Ohh...my body's saying let's go.
Ohh...but my heart is saying no.
As the chorus came up, you got into the song, swaying your hips and letting the beat control your movements.
Hormones racing at the speed of light, but that don't mean it's gotta be tonight.
You swirled and turned with the music, getting a glimpse of Zayn. His shades were pointed in your direction, but you couldn't be sure of those beautiful eyes of his were on you or someone else.
"Hey...mind if we join?"
Four guys came up to you, and your friends just shrugged.
"Sure."
To be honest, you would've preferred Zayn dancing with you, but this was okay, too, you guessed.
"You look amazing in that costume," one of the guys grinned at you, while you both danced, facing each other.
"Thanks..."
"How about...?" he trailed off, looking up over your shoulder.
Suddenly, you felt two hands on your hips and a chin on your shoulder, "Sorry, Mate. She's taken."
You'd recognize that voice anywhere...
"Sorry. Just trying to have a good time," the guy in front of you put up his hands.
"Then look somewhere else," was the raspy reply.
The guy walked off, and you quickly turned around in Zayn's arms to meet him face to face.
"I thought you didn't dance..."
I'm a genie in a bottle baby. Come. Come. Come on, and let me out.
He shrugged, "I didn't like the way that guy was looking at you."
You bit your lower lip, unable to help the smile on your face, "You didn't?"
He shook his head before taking your hand in his, "Want to get some air?"
You didn't need to give a response because it seemed like he already knew your answer. Your friends smiled at the two of you as you walked by, heading out the front door into the cool, Halloween air.
"It's cold..." you shivered, and a leather jacket was placed over your shoulders.
"Well, considering what you're wearing..." he wrapped his arms around you.
"I thought you'd like it..." you pouted over your shoulder at him.
"I do like it," he whispered before pressing a kiss to your pulse. "I just think it's a little too sexy for some other people..."
You grinned at his words, "So what are you saying?"
"I'm saying I've had enough of this 'no-strings attached' shit," he sighed, tilting your head up so you could look into his eyes. "I want to be exclusive."
"As in...?"
"Be my girlfriend," he elaborated before pressing a soft kiss to your lips. "Be mine."
"Hmm..." you turned, placing your hands on his chest, "does that mean you're my boyfriend...and..." you wrapped your arms around his neck, "I get you all to myself?"
His eyes lit up, "Of course."
"That sounds like a pretty good deal, Danny," you winked, leaning in to kiss him slowly. "I might just say, 'yes.'"
"Might?" he arched a brow.
You nodded, a devious grin on your lips.
"They always did say genies were trouble..." he chuckled lightly.
"But you like trouble."
And to confirm your statement, he kissed you hungrily, passionately before lifting you up in his arms and carrying you to his car.
Using After Effects & Final Cut I put together a little something for the 1D in Orlando Flyaway contest.
"Steal My Girl" by One Direction
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WEDDING SERIES ONESHOTS
So as I said earlier today, I'm doing a wedding series of oneshots! Since I want them to be pretty personal and doing the whole thing saying "(y/n)" seems really generic, I'm having a contest! There will be a wedding oneshot for each of the boys, and you can be the inspiration behind one of them!
All you have to do:
MBF me
Must reblog this post
Send me your name, which boy you'd like to be with, and why you deserve to be chosen!
(Should be off anon because I'll want to stay in contact with you)
If you're picked, you'll later supply me with information LIKE:
When the wedding is
Where it is
Your maid of honor
How the bridesmaid dresses look
Any other things you would want to specify???????
There will, of course, be 5 winners! Hop to it!