REQUEST: Hey Hello sweetie, could you please write about a sad y/n that just had an argument with her friends and Harry is trying to make her feel better please please? Thank you xx
Word Count: 791
Y/F/N: Your Friends Name
Y/O/F/N: Your Other Friends Name
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You were sitting on the small, plush couch in the corner of your sitting room, angrily tapping through an app on your phone when Harry came home. It was later in the afternoon, and he was home earlier then you had expected. You thought that you had enough time to try and calm yourself down before he had come home, but that plan was thrown to the wind when his voice broke through the quietness of your apartment.
“Y/N?” He called, and you could hear him dropping his things, just like he always did. Was it that hard to hang his coat on the hook? You shook your head, telling yourself that it was not him that you were mad at, it was your friends. Harry had gotten back from tour not too long ago, but just for a short break. In a couple of days, he would be jetting off to another foreign place and you would be left alone. You friends were mad because you had not been spending time with them like you normally do, and they blamed Harry. They just didn’t understand; they didn’t have a boyfriend who was an international sensation, and that was no fault of their own. But it also meant that they didn’t understand your situation, and they didn’t seem to want to.
“Little bird?” He hummed, a smile stretching across his face when he saw you in the corner. You looked up at him, your best representation of a smile trying to come across your face to hide your annoyance. He wasn’t fooled though; that boy knew you, and your moods, like the back of his hand. “I didn’t do it,” he exclaimed, holding his hands in the air, and you couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle, shaking your head.
“It’s nothing,” you mumble, patting the space next to you on the small couch. When he sat, you leaned in to him, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. You laced your fingers together, and looked up at him, studying his expression. “It Y/F/N and Y/O/F/N,” you sighed, looking away from him. He didn’t say anything, didn’t prompt you; instead, he just waited for your explanation.
“They’re mad that I don’t spend enough time with them when you’re home,” you mumbled eventually, chewing on your bottom lip to keep from letting the tears well in your eyes. “They just don’t understand.”
He sighed heavily, they pulled you closer than you already were, and planted a kiss to the top of your head. “You know you can hang out with them when I’m home, right?” He said slowly and you pulled away, looking up at him. “Are you siding with them?” You said, a little temper rising into your voice.
He shook his head calmly, and continued. “I’m just saying that I hate that you sit inside when I’m in town and wait for me to come home.” He leaned forward, kissing the tip of your nose, which made you shrivel your nose in response.
You pulled your knees to your chest and rested your chin on them, studying him. “I suppose you’re right,” you whispered eventually, then shook your head. “It’s just-I miss you so damn much when you’re gone. And I-I don’t know, maybe part of me thinks that if I’m not here when you get home then that’s just more time that I miss being with you.” You moved your face downwards to hide the expression on it, as a tear trickled down your cheek.
With that, you felt two soft hands reach forward and pick you up effortlessly. Harry cradles you in his lap and laces his arms around your middle, pulling you closer. “I know that me being gone is hard for you,” he whispers, “And I wish like hell I could change that,” he shakes his head slowly, “But I cant. Not now anyways. You know that. But whether you’re here or not when I come home, I will always come home.” He removed his hand from your waist, and used it to lift your chin to look at him, your eyes meeting his. “I will always come home to you.”
You stared at him a moment, tears forming in your eyes, once again, and you threw your hands up, wrapping them around his neck. You buried your face in to his chest, and cried. But the tears that were coming from your eyes weren’t because you were sad anymore, but because you were relieved. Those were the words that you wanted and needed to hear. “I will always come home to you.” When you pulled away, he laughed slightly at your reddened face, and wiped the tear streaks away, leaving small kisses in their place.
(Image not mine...unfortunately)
Warnings: None!
Synopsis: Harry gets jealous that you are really close to one of the other boys and true feelings surface.
Word Count: 1693
Apparently I have a hard time writing blurbs...sorry Xx I hope you like it still! Please leave me comments! Or send me requests!!
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These kind of nights were your favorite and the ones that you missed the most when he was gone: snuggled in on a cold winter night, playing stupid little games with Harry, wearing your favorite pajamas, sipping tea slowly. You both tried to do it at least once a week, however, this week you had done it twice.
“Morgan Freeman?” You ask, tilting your head to the side, all of the clues that you had been given pointing towards him.
“Yeah,” he smirks, throwing his card down, running his hand raggedly through his hair.
“I win?” You ask, incredulous, mostly because you never win. After it kicked, however, you were elated. I win!” You yell, jumping up from your place on the carpet. You do a little victory dance, which ends up looking more like the dance from Napoleon Dynamite. Harry rolled around the carpet, laughing so hard his eyes were brimming with tears. In all honesty, you hadn’t realized how ridiculous you had looked until you stopped, rewinding the last minute in your head. Upon this realization, you laughed harder, nudging Harry slightly with your foot.
“You’re such a weirdo!” He laughs, pushing himself to his feet. He starts walking towards the kitchen, and you grab his hand, pulling him back towards you.
“Where are you going?” You ask, grinning wide at him.
“To get food.” He chuckles slightly, leaning a little towards you, your faces just inches from each other, “You exhaust me.”
Harry and you had been friends since you were children. You lived down the street from him growing up. Your parents were good friends and your sister and Gemma were inseparable; Gemma was even in your sister’s wedding. Hell, you were even with Anne when Harry had auditioned for the X-Factor.
“I do, do I??” You smirked, looking down at his lips. You licked yours subconsciously, but when he started to lean in, you pulled away quickly. “The sandwiches await!” You exclaim, pointing towards the ceiling. You take him hand and pull him towards the kitchen. He laughs at you, but is rather quiet while he makes you both food.
It’s not that you don’t have feelings for him: you always had. From the time you two pretended to be married when you were younger; you even had a ceremony, complete with a veil made out of toilet paper. To the time your high school boyfriend ditched you at the dance and Harry swooped in, making you completely forget about him.
“I think I just wifed you,” You smirk when he hands you your favorite sandwich, “Aren’t I the one who’s supposed to be making you sandwiches?”
He laughs, taking a bite of his sandwich, taking some of the mustard the dripped at the corner of his mouth, and bopping it on your nose.
You glare at him, but he just smiles and walks towards the couch. You wipe the mustard off of your nose, following after him, and pop your finger in to your mouth.
You’re sitting on the edge of the couch, your toes stuck under Harry to keep them warm, when Niall walks in, along with Louis and Liam.
“Niall!” You exclaim, jumping off the couch quickly. You run to him, wrapping your arms around his familiar frame. The boys had just gotten back in to town about a week ago, and while you had seen Harry almost every day, this is the first time you had seen the other boys.
“Y/N!” He laughs, picking you up off your feet slightly, his arms wrapped around your waist. He twirls you in a circle quickly, then puts you down, kissing your forehead. “I’ve missed you!”
You and Niall and clicked right away, becoming fast friends. He was also the only one who knew your true feelings for Harry. He was the one who you would message when Harry wasn’t acting quite himself: he was normally rather chipper on the phone, but when he became quiet and distant, you knew something was up. Niall would keep an extra eye on him for you and report back to you.
You walk towards the couch, your arm linked with him, and you both plop down on the couch next to him, talking like rapid fire. You both had so much that you wanted to catch up on; just talking over the phone never quite did it.
Eventually when your conversation died down, you looked around the room, the other three boys sitting on the floor, playing some card game, occasionally dipping a chip or two in some dip they had found. The boys had become so comfortable with you, and you with them, that they just helped themselves when they walked in to your house, and you loved it.
However, you would catch an occasional glare from Harry, out of the corner of your eyes or straight on. He would watch you and Niall, and you could feel a sudden jealousness coming from him. He always acts weird when you are with Niall, like he thinks that you two are going to have feelings for each other or something. But that wasn’t the case whatsoever. You two were just really close’ he had become like a brother to you, and you loved him, but nothing like the way you loved Harry. You were always just too scared to tell him out of fear that it would mess up the relationship that you had.
“Don’t you dare,” you warn, holding up your finger, but despite the warning, Niall’s hands find the most ticklish parts of your stomach, sending you squealing.
"Say you love me!” He yells, tickling you more and more.
“I will, “ you inhale deeply, trying to gain your composure, “not,” you start to lose your resolve, “admit defeat!”
“Say it!” He continues, his hands becoming more ferocious.
“Fine!” You give in, pushing him away, “I love you!”
He stops tickling you, and crosses him arms, looking smug as you try to gather yourself.
"I knew it,” He laughs, leaning his head back on the couch.
You scrunch your nose up at him and hit his arms, chuckling slightly.
Harry grumbles and pushes himself up from the ground, and storms off towards the stairs, his long legs carrying him there quickly.
“What was that about?” You asks, looking around confused.
Liam just shrugs, but Louis looks at you and says, “I think you know. “
You look at him confused, a sudden pang in your heart from not knowing what happened.
You slowly walk up the stairs, knowing that he went straight to your room. The door is closed and you knock on it softly, before opening it up.
"What’s wrong?” You ask quietly. He is standing in front of the window, his arms crossed, and you walk up to him and put your hand on his back.
“Nothing,” he grumbles, shrugging you off.
“Something is.” You say softly, turning him to face you, his eyes not reaching yours. “Tell me,” you mumbled, squatting slightly so that you can make eye contact with him.
"You,” he sighs, leveling his eyes with yours so that you could stand normal.
“What did I do?” You ask, dropping your arms and instantly feeling guilty, hurt coming across your face.
“Do you not think I see the way you and Niall act around each other?” He whispers, crossing his arms, exhaling. When you look confused, he quotes in an Irish accent, “Say you love me.”
Sudden realization hits you, and you shake your head quickly. “Harry, Niall and I, w-were just friends,” you looked at him, your eyes sad.
“You don’t act like it.” He sighs, and turns to sit on the bed.
You sit next to him, taking his hand.
“What is this really about?” You ask eventually, walking over to him. You stand in front of him, your body between his knees. You place your hands on his cheeks and pull his face up to look at you.
“Y/N, I-” he pauses, and you give him a moment before nodding for him to continue. He takes a deep breath, then continues. “I love you. I-I’m in love with you. I always have been. But I’ve always been afraid to say something because I didn’t want it to ruin our relationship. But when I see you with Niall, the way you two laugh and act, it makes me jealous, because I know that we are never going to be more.“
Your hands begin to shake, as he is saying the same things that your heart feels. By this time he had pulled him face from your grasp, and he is looking down in his lap, nervously playing with his fingers. You see a tear fall into his open palm and you lift his chin, running your thumb across his cheek, wiping away a rogue tear.
"Why can’t it?” You finally ask in nothing more than a whisper.
“What?” He asks, his brow furrowed in confusion.
“Why can’t that it be us?”
“Y-You don’t feel that way about me.” He says, shaking his head.
You laugh, standing up and kneeling in front of him, lifting his chin to make eye contact with you.
“Harry,” you whisper, kneeling in front of him, placing your hands back on his cheeks, a slight chuckle escaping your lips, “I’ve been in love with you since I said ‘I do’ back when we were four in your mothers basement.” His eyes dart up at you, searching your face for clarification. “I always have been,” you add, before sliding your hand to the back of his head. You pull his lips towards yours, placing your lips on to each other. The kiss isn’t heated, nor is it intense or overly romantic. It was the kind of kiss that a couple has after being in love for fifty years. It was a soft, delicate kiss, one with love and belonging.
Eventually your lips part ways, and you both sit there, silent, staring in to each other’s eyes.
“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do that?” You ask, breaking the silence, a laugh in your voice.
“Not as long as me,” he winks, pulling you in for another long kiss.
Hi! Maybe u can write a Harry imagine for me. I visit him for the last days on tour but it's so hectic we barely get to spend time together. Cos I’m so insecure I start questioning his love for me and get all jealous over nothing. It frustrates him cos he’s trying his best to make me see that he loves me. We fight+I’m feeling really low when at a rehearsal 1D sing “Little Things” for the first time+realize it’s about me and how stupid I was for doubting our relationship. x Ann
A month passed by rather slowly. It seemed like years, but you didn’t
The airport wasn’t too crowded but you saw someone from his staff waiting for you
"Hey (Y/N)!, it’s been a while, how are you?" He friendly asked you, grabbing your stuff
"Nervous, i can’t wait to see him!" And not only because you didn’t see him in what felt like ages, but because your paranoid side was showing.
What if at this time he found someone he fancied and was with her while you stayed miles away from him? What if he changed his mind and he didn’t like you that much anymore? What if he didn’t find you attractive?
That was making your head throb, and those questions showed up every day because he was acting a bit strange lately but he said it was because work kept him busy and a bit grumpy because he wasn’t sleeping that much
You arrived to the arena and some guard guided you to where Harry was, and when you entered the room they were doing one of their M&G.
Harry was kissing a girl’s cheek and you couldn’t help but compare to that girl. She was thin, tall, with perfect sizes, long hair, really pretty face and gorgeous eyes. Nothing compared to you, and you knew that.
How on Earth was this worldwide known pop star interested in you when he has tons of girls behind him?
"I’m obviously not enough for him and this girl, God, he’s undressing her with just his eyes! Don’t you dare to cry (Y/N), not now”
"BABE!" Harry spotted you and was running in your direction with his arms opened "God, I missed you so bad" he said, resting his chin on the top of your head while giving you a tight hug- no kisses? Did I do something bad? Why doesn’t he kiss me?
“Wait for me at the dressing room, love? I’ll be there in 5” he kissed my temple and mouthed an “I love you” and returned to his fans
You waited what seemed like hours for him to come and you couldn’t hold the tears any longer because that simple kiss on your temple was a confirmation that his love for you was gone.
At that moment, Harry opened the door and by the second he saw you, he run by your side and placed you on his lap
"Hey, shhh, what’s wrong baby?" he was stroking your hair because he knew that relaxed you, but not this time
"I don’t know Harry, you didn’t kiss me at all when you saw me and I…I…Do you still love me?" You looked at the ground, too scared of the answer
"Wait-what? Of course I do! What kind of question is that?" You didn't say anything as your eyes were still locked on the floor and words wouldn't come out of your mouth "Look at me, (Y/N)" placing a finger under your chin, he tilted your head up to look him in the eyes
"I love you with all my heart, trust me"
"But why didn't you kiss me Harry? Just show a bit more affection to me! We've been away from each other for so long and I-"
"What are you talking about? I run to you the second I spotted you!" He threw his hands in the air, exasperated
"I was already there five minutes before, but you were too concerned kissing that girl's cheek"
"For goodness sake, (Y/N)! She was a fan! A freaking fan who paid to get a simple hug, can't you understand? What is all of this about?" He run his hands through his hair, pulling at the roots to control his anger boiling up
"It's just...-you tried to form a coherent sentence as your brain was a complete mess- It's been a while without you and you know how I am with these things, and how paranoid I get... I thought that you didn't love me anym-
"No, don't say it" -He hushed you by pressing his long finger on your lips "There's no need to worry, and you know why? Because those other girls are not you and that's why I will never fall fro them, ok? I love you" He smiled at you and met his lips with yours, giving you the most tender and loving kiss shared between the two of you
"Rehearsal time, mat-oh" Liam interrumped you by entering the room "sorry lads, I'm... yeah, I'm leaving now"
Although you were feeling a bit better, Harry's speech didn't comfort you that much because looking at him rehearsing for the concert and all those girls in front of him, claiming his name and screaming for him seemed better for him than you, or that's what you thought, until a new chords started to sound and the melody of a new song entered your ears. It was little things and this was the first time you were hearing it.
The lyrics described every insecurity you had, and Harry singing the words looking at you right in the eye evaporated all your worries.
You didn't notice you were crying until your cheeks were watering and Harry got off the stage to dry them off with his thumbs.
"I'm so sorry" you said between sobs
"For what my love?" he said, stroking your cheek
"For being so silly. I know how hard this is for you and me being selfish doesn't help. Now I realize how much you love me, but it will never be as much as I love you" he kissed you, smiling on your lips as fans screamed your name
Took me ages, I know, but I'm not into writing this things because first of all, I'm not an English speaker so it's quite hard for me to write this things and second of all, the imagination to do this needs tu be huge and unfortunately I don't have any. Any way, thaaaaan you youtriedbabyreallyfunny for the request you made a year ago!
There are many many many style blogs dedicated to the girlfriends of the 1D boys on tumblr and purely because Eleanor is my fashion icon and I enjoy using polyvore I've decided that I'm going to be doing some looks for the girls and of course you can request. :)
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I'm so so sorry I haven't been on lately! I've had to study for so many classes at school and I know that isn't a valid excuse. I'm really sorry and I'll be on a whole lot more within the next couple of weeks. Thank you for sticking with me through all of this. If you want to leave me a request for an imagine in my ask box I'll get to it as soon as possible. Love you all -xoxox Tori :)
