summary: one direction are your best friends and how can you ever tell them thank you for everything.
warnings: not a single one, just feel good comforting one direction. we need it.
a/n: this one is for everyone who needs it.
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“I’m glad you guys are home”
“Y/N, none of us live anywhere near here.” Louis snorts the second your sappy voice echos in the lounge room. Not one of them lives here, but to you, this is their home
A mug of tea is hot against you palms, the room smells of sweet treats and is light only by warm lamplight.
A sigh cascades from your lungs, your head leant against Harry’s shoulder.
“Let the girl have her moment, Louis.” You hear Zayn chide with a smile on his face as he leans forward from where he’s rested on the couch to grab a cookie.
“This movies made me all sentimental.” You grumble, trying to now suppress the feeling swelling in your chest.
You glance around to the five guys laid in your lounge room. Your five best friends in the whole world.
Highschool is messy for everyone, and your experience was no different. God, if you hadn’t have met all of them, you have no idea how you would’ve ever survived.
Zayn in folded into the corner of your massive couch, despite how much room there is.
Louis the one who’s randomly claimed a spot on the floor, cushion under his ass even though again, there’s more than enough space on the couch.
Liam is sprawled out on your left, legs and arms hanging off the edge. A smile sits on his lips, content and at peace.
Harry is nestled on your right, allowing your head to seek refuge on his shoulder. He’s made sure he’s close enough to Niall to annoy him every couple of minutes.
Niall is cross-legged on the couch, mug of tea in hand, blonde hair tousled from Harry messing it up ten minutes ago for the fun of it.
“You guys are what brings life into this place.” You state, finality in your tone as your eyes avert back to the screen.
“Awww,” Niall coos, Harry whacks him across the head.
“Ouch! Bloody hell was tha’ for, I was being genuine you dolt.” Everyone chuckles, watching his hand come to cover his head.
“Oh, sorry thought ya were being sarcastic.” Harry snickers from beside you, chest vibrating in a familiar way.
“While these two idiots argue, I am appreciating your sentiment, Y/N.” Liam claims from where he lays, flashing a toothy grin at you.
“I just…” wow, are you seriously getting emotional over this? Surely it’s your hormones, or just stress manifesting into big feelings. But you can’t even get the sentence out without the feeling of a lump in your throat.
The sway in your voice draws all five of them to a silence.
They wait patiently for you to say something else.
“You all are my people. Having fun at home is not the same when you’re not all here. And when I go out without you all, I imagine the stupid shit you’d do to make me laugh.”
Bringing the mug in your hand to your lips, you draw a sip of tea into your mouth. Taking comfort in the sweetness.
“My house does not feel like home unless I’m in it with you five. You’re all like my family. I wouldn’t know where to begin tackling my life if I didn’t have you boys showing me how to do it.”
“Y’can’t tackle anything or anyone for shit t’be fair.” Niall remarks, trying to be funny but you can hear the appreciation that floods his tone.
“Shut up, Niall.” Liam shakes his head, smiling.
“Everyday, I thank whatever greater power that bought you guys to me. I couldn’t even begin to imagine a day where I didn’t know you all. And it’s something I hope I never have to live.”
“What im trying to say is thank you. For being my best friends.”
There’s a few seconds of quiet.
You have been like this with them before, usually when you’re about to get your period, when you’re drunk, or had a big thing happen in your life. But right now they all just didn’t expect it.
“No way, Louis are you crying!” Harry laughs, but there’s a soft and vulnerable lilt to his own voice.
“Shut up, ya prick.” He whines, hand cupping over his eyes and dragging down in exasperation.
At a glance, you realise they’re all crying.
“Oh god,” you gasp, guilt plaguing your voice, “sorry I didn’t mean to make everyone so emosh.”
“Emosh.” Liam mocks your choice of word with a soft tease, eyes shiny.
“Yea, girl. I need forewarning before you go dropping all that on me.” Zayn states, finishing the last bite of his cookie.
“We appreciate you more than y’know.” Niall drapes himself over Harry to half embrace you, half squash you.
As anyone would imagine, doesn’t take longer than three seconds for them all to be joining this impromptu group hug.
“Can’t breathe—“ you hissed out. Someone’s knee is digging into your hip, someone just headbutted you, and again, your whole diaphragm is squished.
Yet despite all of this, you’ve never felt so loved. You feel so much of it, almost like it’s imbedded in your bones.
“Don’t care!” Louis remarks, “your fault for dragging us all into your sentimental crap.”
“Thanks for being our best friend too, yknow.” A hum comes from Liam.
The hug doesn’t last too long, but long enough that when you eventually go to bed that night you’ve imprinted it in your memory.
How are there ever going to be words to explain how it feels to have a connection like this. One with people that you don’t see everyday, but that you feel always. It’s proven it can stretch a million miles and still feel the same.
These boys are your lifeline, and nothing in the world could change that.
Harry Styles one shot that is basically just smut without plot. Enjoy :)
Contains: adult content (only read if you're 18+), smut, fingering, oral (f & m) receiving, p in v, unprotected sex, soft and mean dom Harry, submissive reader, A LOT OF edging, aftercare, fluff
Wordcount: ~2.00k
Masterlist
Harry sat on the edge of the bed, y/n standing in front of him.
"Take your shirt and pants off, love, and then come here."
She pulled her shirt over her head and then placed it on the dresser, knowing that Harry didn’t like it when she just threw the clothes on the floor. Then she took off her pants. Harry unshamingly regarded her exposed chest and the rest of her body, that was only covered by a thin pair of panties.
"Good girl," he whispered and y/n felt herself getting wetter every second. She approached him and Harry tapped on his thigh.
"Sit," he spoke and y/n sat on his lap, his right thigh between her legs. He petted the hair out of her face and stroke her cheek.
"You haven’t been very good lately, have you?" he whispered.
"I haven’t."
"I haven’t what?" "I haven’t, sir," she quickly corrected and looked at him with her sweetest expression. Harry lazily ran his finger over her covered cunt and pressed his digit against her clit. Y/n shrieked and grabbed his shoulders. He rolled his eyes in response and grabbed her chin.
"It almost becomes boring, sweetheart. Do you want me to fucking punish you? You’re always so needy for me and want me to make you feel good but you can’t behave."
"M’sorry," she whispered and looked down.
"I know you are. You’re gonna prove it."
He pushed her down on her knees in front of him and grabbed her chin once again.
"You’re gonna be my good girl?"
Y/n quickly nodded. "I will, please let me make you feel good."
"Hands behind your back. M’gonna fuck your mouth. And I don’t want any complains or tears. Y’know your safe word and gesture?"
"Yes, Harry. Red and tapping your thigh three times."
"Good. You’re gonna use it if you need, you promise? Don’t wanna hurt you," he asked with a serious look on his face.
"Yes. I promise."
Harry nodded and then ran his thumb over her buttom lip. He was so hard and needed a release so badly. He opened the zipper of his pants and got his cock out. Y/n bit her lip but didn’t dare reach out to touch him so she just watched him, shivering from excitement.
Harry ran the tip of his cock over her lips and then pushed inside of her mouth. He sighed at the feeling of her warm mouth around his cock and started to thrust in and out. He hit the back of her throat which made her gag and Harry soothingly touched her hair.
"Good girl. Doin‘ very well f’me."
His other hand held her hair and made her keep still so he could fuck her mouth. It didn’t take him long until he felt the warm feeling building up in his stomach. He pulled y/n off his cock and stroke his cock, keeping him on the edge.
"Where am I gonna put my cum, mhm? Think you deserve to swallow it?"
She looked up to him submissively. "It’s up to you, sir."
He chuckled and made his decision.
"Open," he growled and kept going up and down his shaft with his hand while his tip was inside her mouth. He came and y/n felt his cum shooting down her throat. She choked but Harry kept her still with the hand that was inside her hair.
"Fuck. Fuck, baby," he moaned and closed his eyes in pleasure.
When he had released every drop he felt his breath slowing down again and he pulled y/n, who had been licking him to clean him off his cock. Her lips were covered with cum. Harry ran his thumb over her cheeks and then leaned down to kiss her.
"You were very good, love."
"Thank you, sir."
He smiled and then sat up again. "On the bed."
She quickly obeyed and laid down on her back, excitedly waiting for what was going to happen now. She pressed her legs together to get rid of the pulsing heat between her legs that had gotten worse while she had sucked him off. Harry noticed it and chuckled.
"So fucking desperate. Open your legs f’me."
It was uncomfortable but she did as she was told and Harry crawled between her legs and spread her wider with his underarms. He could clearly see the dark patch on her panties and he once again pressed his finger against her clit. Y/n whimpered and tried to close her legs around him, but Harry forced her open again.
"Stay open, m’not gonna say it again."
He played with her clit for some time and then pulled down her panties. As he regarded her bare pussy he licked his lips.
"So fucking pretty."
"Please Harry," y/n whined and shifted on the bed. Harry smirked.
"God, I love when you beg me."
"Please, I need you," she whimpered.
"What do you need, honey? Use this pretty mouth and tell me."
"Need t’feel your mouth," she whispered and Harry stroke her cheek.
"There you go. Not that hard, is it?"
She shook her head and Harry slowly leaned down to kiss her right above her pussy. He kissed his way down until he softly pressed his lips on her clit and then licked from her hole up to her clit. His eyes rolled back at the taste of her and he softly sighed.
"Could stay here forever," he mumbled and greedily licked into her while his finger played with her clit.
"Harry, fuck. So good," she whined. He switched to licking her clit with his tongue in small circles and the girl arched on the bed.
"Harry," she cried out and dug her nails in the sheets.
"I know baby. S’alright I got you," he whispered.
When he saw that she was about to come, as her walls tightened and her panting got heavier he suddenly stopped his movements and raised his head from her pussy. Y/n immediately looked up with a suprised look on her face.
"What are you doing?" she asked with teary eyes.
"Spread your legs," Harry ordered and took a condom from the nightstand.
"Why wouldn’t you let me come?" she asked, her legs pressed together.
Harry looked at her and stroke her cheek.
"Cause I didn’t feel like letting you come."
Y/n pouted and her lower lip slightly trembled.
"Quit the whining, y/n. Maybe I’m gonna let you come later. Now spread your legs."
She did as she was told, still pissed but Harry knew it would stop soon. He stroke his cock a few times and then ran the tip through her folds, stopping at her clit. Y/n whimpered and Harry could sense that she was already so messy and her mind was far away from the edging. He aligned his cock with her entrance and slowly slid in. She was so wet that there were no problems but he still gave her some time to adjust.
Then he started thrusting into her. His hand immediately wandered to her clit, rubbing it in small circles and y/n fell apart under his touch.
"Harry," she moaned and grabbed his shirt.
"Yes Baby, I know."
"M’gonna cum," she whined and Harry’s hand immediately left her clit. Tears welled up in her eyes and she desperately clung to his shirt.
"No, please keep touching me," she cried and took his wrist.
In response he flipped her over so she was on her stomach and he started fucking her from behind. After a few minutes his hand went between her legs again to rub her clit, a touch that y/n welcomed even though she was scared that he’d stop again before she’d come. And he did, when he could sense that she was close he stopped his movement again and y/n turned around to look at him.
"Harry, please let me come, I need it so bad."
"No, but keep begging, I like that a lot," he answered and roughly smacked her ass.
"Please. Please, I’ve been good, haven’t I?"
"If you were good you’d shut up now."
She closed her eyes and looked to the wall again. Harry then stopped his movement inside of her and pulled out. She couldn’t see what he was doing, but suddenly she felt his tongue on her pussy again.
He kitten – licked her clit and she felt like she was in heaven on one side but on the other side she found him incredibly mean. He licked her cunt as if it was his last meal but then once again stopped before she could come.
This time he didn’t immediately do anything after he was done so y/n turned around to see what he was doing. He stood next to the bed and opened his shirt. When he saw the tears on her face, he came up to her and cleaned her face with his thumb.
"Sweetheart. It’s alright," he spoke while soothing her hair.
"No, s’not. You came but I didn’t," she whispered.
"But m’not done with you yet."
"You’re mean," she pouted and Harry grabbed her chin.
"Watch your mouth, baby. M’still the one in control here."
"Yeah you are, that’s why you don’t let me come."
"If I were you I’d be good now, so the chances that I’m gonna let you come are higher. Understand?"
Y/n nodded and Harry ran his thumb over her lips.
"Turn around."
She lay on her stomach again and Harry lifted her hips so she was forced to be on her hands and knees. He didn’t waste any time and pushed into her again. He fucked her at a quite fast pace now and his touch on her clit met his thrusts.
"M’gonna cum, Harry, please let me," she panted after a while and he soothed her ass.
"Hold it, darling."
"I can’t please."
His hand traveled to her boobs and he played with her nipples. "You’ll have to."
Her whole body was shaking and she grabbed the bedsheets.
"But it’s so hard, please, I – "
Harry quickly pulled out of her and stopped his movement before she could come and she cried out.
"Harry, I - " "Give me your hand," he ordered and when she didn’t move he reached out and grabbed her wrist. He pulled her hand to her back and moved it to his cock. He made her form a fist and started fucking her hand and y/n was too fucked out and powerless to complain about the edging.
"Fucking hell," Harry growled and released. Most of the cum painted her back and some landed on her hand as well. He threw his head back, his heartbeat fast and loud in his ear.
"God, baby."
It took him some time to recover from his orgasm and then he grabbed her hips and carefully laid her on her back.
Now it was time to take care of her, he really had been mean to her. He removed the tears on her cheeks and kissed her gently on her lips.
"Such a good girl. M’gonna make you feel good now, I swear. M’gonna make you come, okay?"
She weakly nodded and Harry kissed his way down to between her legs. He didn’t waste any time now, he just wanted to make her come. His lips wrapped around her clit and he softly sucked on it while his tongue flicked it. After a few minutes her legs started to tremble.
"M’gonna come," she whimpered.
"Yes, come f’me, sweetheart. Come in my mouth."
Her orgasm was overwhelming and she cried out his name. Her hands grabbed his locks and she pressed her legs together around his head. Harry licked her through her orgasm and then when he had squeezed every moan and sigh out of her he laid down next to y/n, pulled her to him and caressed her hair. Then he got up to clean her. Y/n was half asleep and looked at him through half closed eyes.
"It's alright, love. I'll be done soon and then you can sleep."
After Harry had cleaned her pussy, he brought away the washcloth and laid down next to her.
She was asleep already and Harry soothingly ran his hand over her back until he was in the lands of dreams as well.
Sinopse: Uma manhã de treino com seu amigo Styles, parecia normal, até não ser mais...
NotaAutora: Tive esse ideia nesse feriado então resolvi escrever... aproveitem
Aviso: +18! Conteúdo explícito.
Você ainda bocejava quando encontrou Harry no tapete de treino, na academia participar dele, vestindo aquela camiseta branca larga e shorts de compressão pretos que faziam qualquer um perder o foco, ele te cumprimentou com aquele abraço apertado que fazia todas as manhãs desde que começaram a treinar juntos antes de uma longa turnê começar.
— Atrasada — ele cantarolou, esticando os braços acima da cabeça, a barra da camiseta subindo o suficiente para expor uma faixa de abdômen definido e a linha de pelos descendo da barriga. — Vamos, vamos, o aquecimento não vai se fazer sozinho.
— Não estou atrasada. — Você revirou os olhos, mas se ajoelhou no tapete ao lado dele. — Você que chegou cedo.
Estava vestindo seu conjunto de exercícios novo, um shortinho rosa claro e top combinando, aparentemente Harry também havia gostado, porque o olhar dele já estava viajando pelo seu corpo desde que você chegou.
— Eu disse às 6:00, são 6:15, você que precisa de mais disciplina. — Ele já estava atrás de você antes que pudesse reclamar, mãos grandes e quentes apoiadas em seus ombros. — Vamos começar com os alongamentos, suas pernas primeiro.
Você obedeceu, deitando-se de costas enquanto ele se posicionava entre suas pernas abertas, pegando seus tornozelos com facilidade, mas você não estava desconfortável, porque o toque de Harry era respeitoso, pelo menos no começo.
— Dobre os joelhos em direção ao peito — instruiu, e você fez, sentindo o ar saindo dos seus pulmões num suspiro controlado.
Mas então ele segurou seus joelhos.
— Harry...
— Ainda não terminou.
As mãos dele escorregaram para baixo, segurando suas canelas, dobrando você ainda mais, a posição te deixava completamente aberta para ele, foi aí que você sentiu, algo quente e firme contra o tecido do seu short e ele certamente não tentava esconder onde estava se estragando.
— Harry ?
Você só podia estar imaginando coisas, era só por conta dessa posição estranha, vocês eram só amigos, treinavam juntos há meses.
Isso não estava acontecendo.
— O que foi?
— Você está encostando em mim — você sussurrou, tentando manter a voz firme, mas suas pernas tremeram nas mãos dele.— Sabe seu...
— Eu sei. — Ele não parecia nenhum pouco incomodado.
— Isso já não é mais um alongamento, né? — Você podia ouvir sua própria respiração, os batimentos cardíacos acelerados.
— Não mesmo. — Ele deu aquele maldito sorriso que te acompanhava nos seus sonhos há mais tempo do que você estava disposta a admitir.
Ele empurrou os quadris para frente e a pressão entre suas pernas aumentou, sem querer um pequeno gemido, talvez de surpresa ou prazer escapou da sua garganta antes que pudesse impedir, que fez os olhos dele brilharem.
— Harry, acho melhor nós paramos...
— Mas você não quer que eu pare, quer?
Você não sabia o que responder então Harry decidiu por vocês dois, suas mãos soltaram suas canelas foram para seu short, especificamente no meio, onde a linha de costura esticou e não resistiu, quando ele rasgou bem na linha central, fazendo um buraco perfeito para ele.
— Harry! — Você ofegou, sentindo o ar da manhã arrepiando sua pele, nua.
— Porra... Você vinha treinar todo esse tempo sem calcinha? — Você não conseguiu responder, seu rosto ficando em chamas. — Eu compro outro short para você. — Sorriu enquanto ele se inclinava sobre você. — Eu compro um de cada cor. — Ele puxou o próprio short de compressão para baixo o suficiente para libertar o pau, já duro, a cabeça rosada e inchada apontando diretamente para você. — Mas só dessa vez... Me deixa te foder, só dessa vez e depois eu volto a ser só seu amigo.
Você já tinha imaginado isso antes , claro que tinha, mas ouvir aquilo, estar ali com ele, era completamente diferente.
Você abriu a boca para dizer algo, talvez dizer que aquilo era completamente errado, talvez um "sim, por favor" que você se recusaria a admitir depois, mas a única coisa que saiu de seus lábios foi o nome dele num gemido quando a cabeça do pau dele encontrou sua entrada, ele não entrou de imediato, em vez disso, deslizou para cima e para baixo, espalhando a própria umidade e a sua pelo caminho, enviando choques de prazer pela sua espinha.
— Olha só — a voz dele estava mais rouca agora. — Você já está bem molhadinha para quem tentou dizer pra eu parar.
Então ele te penetrou lentamente, cada centímetro entrando fez você arquear as costas no tapete, seus dedos se cravaram nos antebraços dele, nas tatuagens que você conhecia tão bem.
— Puta merda...—Você sibilou, não acreditando que aquilo realmente estava acontecendo.
Quando ele finalmente se enterrou completamente, a base do pau dele pressionada contra sua entrada já estava um pouco dolorida de ser tão esticada, então ele começou a se mover dentro de você , alternando entre brutal deliciosa e docemente lenta. A cada estocada, a cabeça do pau dele pressionava um ponto dentro de você que fazia suas pernas tremerem.
— Isso...— Aquela voz rouca, estava te desfazendo. — É assim que eu gosto... Você aberta pra mim... E gemendo desse jeitinho... — As estocadas ficaram mais rápidas, sua mão desceu entre vocês dois, os dedos encontrando seu clitóris pressionando contra seu ponto sensível em círculos que combinavam com o movimento dos quadris. — Você sabe o que eu pensei nisso a noite inteira? Depois do treino de ontem quando te vi com esses seus shorts, eu só pensava em rasgar e te foder assim.
Suas mãos soltaram os antebraços dele e subiram, os dedos se enrolando nos cachos molhados de suor na nuca dele, rosto dele estava vermelho, os olhos verdes dele estavam brilhando, vidrados, tão dilatados que quase não dava para ver a cor.
Você não conseguiu se segurar puxando seu rosto para perto o beijando, ele gemeu dentro da sua boca, surpreso, como se ele não esperasse que você tomasse a iniciativa, mas ele correspondeu rapidamente, a língua quente brincando com a sua, ele beijou você de volta com a mesma intensidade que estava te fodendo, isso foi o suficiente para que ondas de prazer se espalhassem para cada extremidade do seu corpo, sua boceta se contraindo em espasmos incontroláveis ao redor dele.
— Porra...Você vai me matar, me apertando assim... — Ele grunhiu, os dedos se cravando na sua carne, você sabia que o controle dele estava finalmente se desfazendo completamente.
Harry enterrou o rosto no seu ombro e gozou com um gemido abafado, os quadris empurrando para cima uma última vez, jorrando dentro de você em espasmos que pareciam não ter fim, nunca um homem pareceu gozar tão sexy como ele, os sons que ele fez ficariam gravado na sua memória para sempre.
Por um longo minuto, ninguém se moveu, o peso dele parecia maior contra você, a respiração ofegante dos dois se misturando e pele colada de suor e outras coisas, o coração dele batendo forte contra o seu peito ou era o seu coração?
Era impossível dizer.
— Ei.... — Ele foi o primeiro a falar.
— Hm?
— Eu... — Ele hesitou um pouco saindo de dentro de você.— Eu não vou pedir desculpas.
— Eu também não iria querer que fizesse isso.
— Bem, acho melhor voltarmos ao treino, então.
— Idiota! — Bateu no peito dele fazendo sair de cima se você. — Como vou treinar assim?
— Ah! É! — Ele coçou a nuca. — Então... chuveiro?
— Seu pervertido — Falou se levantando com a ajuda dele. — Nós mal acabamos.
O canto da boca dele subiu devagar e você pode ver o pau dele já meio duro de novo.
— Não ouvi você dizer não — ele murmurou, se aproximando segurando sua cintura. — Chuveiro? — Ele repetiu com os olhos fixos no seu.
Ele mesmo havia dito que era só dessa vez e já estava chamando para mais uma?
Mentiroso.
Mas vocês dois sabiam que não ia ser só dessa vez.
Vocês sabiam que o termo "amigo" tinha ido embora no momento que ele rasgou seu short, então não hesitou em dizer:
A = Admiration, what he absolutely adore about you: That you love his family, you love his mom and his mom loves you. Your also very gentle and quiet just like him
B = Body, what is his favorite part of your body: He loves your legs, they way you wrapped them around him when you cuddle him, he loves to lay his hands on them, just touching your warm skin.
C = Cuddling, how he likes to cuddle: He likes to be the big spoon but he loves it when you just cuddle him when he's sitting on the sofa or on his chair behind his computer.
D = Dates, what his ideal date with you would look like: Staying at home, playing video games together.
E = Emotions, how he express his emotions around you: He doesn't, he mostly keep them to himself, sometimes they slip up and you just hold him, telling him it okay.
F = Family, does he want one? If he does, when: Yes, he loves to start a family with you, he loves to have children with you and getting a dog or cat.
G = Gifts, how he feels about gift giving? What is his habit when it comes to this: He gives spoils you silently, you come home and there are flowers in a vase or some new shoes you love.
H = Holding Hands, when/how he likes to hold hands: He hold your hands when he's anxious, squeezing your hands a little bit, checking that your still here with him.
I = Injury, how he would act if you got hurt: He will get anxious, pacing around and calling his mom for support. He hates it tho.
J = Jokes, does he likes to joke around with or prank you and how: He likes to joke around, he likes to play around when you guys are playing some video games, distracting you.
K = Kisses, how he likes to kiss you: Soft but deeply on your lips. He also places a lot of kisses on the top of your head an hands.
L = Love, how he shows you he loves you: He remembers the small things you like or do, he sees everything and makes sure your always okay. He also makes sure his mom will cook some food for you because he knows you love her food.
M = Memory, favorite memory together: Having a game night for the first time together. The laughs and the fun that night was the best you guys ever had. Playing around and just being yourself with him.
N = Nightmare, what is his worst fear: Leaving him, losing you, you being hurt, hating him. just everything, he hates his anxiety.
O = Oddity, what is one quirk he haves: He's secretly a nerd in video games, he has a steam deck and he always carries it with him.
P = Pet Names, what he likes to call you: Darling and babe.
Q = Quality Time, how he likes to spend time with you: At home, playing video games or just go our for a walk close by.
R = Rhythm, what song reminds you of him: Tortoise by Frankie Stew and Harvey Gunn. When you hear this song, your mind wanders off to him. You need him and he needs you, you miss him when your not with him and life is not the same without him.
S = Secrets, how open is he with you: He tries to be open with you but sometimes his anxiety is in his way, he wants a good communication but needs some help sometimes as he cover up his emotions a lot.
T = Time, how long did it take you to get together: It took awhile, he thought you didn't liked him till a friend of him told him otherwise, he asked you out by text message and asked you later if you wanted to be his.
U = Upset, how does he acts when you’re upset: He thinks it's because of him, he freaks out and gets upset as well, when he knows it not him he stays quiet, thinking how he can fix it.
V = Vaunt, what is he proud of, Does he likes to show you off: He's proud that you like his family, that you like to game with him and that you support him
W = Warrior, how would he feel about you fighting? Would he fight for you: He wouldn't like it but would support you, he would defend you
X = X-Ray, how well can he read you: He knows when sometime up, he knows everything as he sees everything.
Y = Yes, how would he propose to you: Some where private but anywhere what you like and say yes to him
Z = Zen, what makes him feel calm: Knowing you there, holding your hands, listing to music and playing video games. he also calms down when he's alone.
