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hiya friend yes it’s called ‘puncture’ ~v good imo, one of his best performances~

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#i've been reading again so much and i already feel happier lately #assjackk

switch

for: Nikki @assjackk by: Jo @harryisapeach

Tatum and Harlow don’t have much in common, well maybe except for their taste in guys, which probably isn’t such a good thing.

a story about trying to be in two places at once, debates, doing late night laundry, costume parties, and friendship

word count: 8555 warnings: mild language main pairing: Harlow/Harry/Tatum

1 - HARLOW

3 weeks ago

University is supposed to be some of the best times of your life, and sometimes the worst.

Tatum and I are determined to make it the best time. We promised each other that nothing would separate us and that we’d stick together and make it through the next four years together. Though I’m not feeling very convinced anymore.

Tatum said she would drop by at 10 so we could catch up. With the first few weeks of classes, both our days had been filled with adjusting and loads of coursework. Tatum is an English major and while there was still plenty coursework, it was definitely far less than mine. Instead, she prefers spending her time out in clubs drinking the night away, which is what she’s doing now. I usually reprimand her and tell her that she should be studying instead. I mean Stanford is pretty (and I mean really) hard and if she doesn’t study, she’d probably flunk. But that never happens. Tatum has that annoying quality where she doesn’t have to study yet still gets top marks, a fact I had to accept when we were back in high school. Now Tatum teases me all the time for always having my nose buried in a book but we can’t all be natural geniuses like her. I let out a sigh as I take a glance at my phone, which says it’s already 12. Tatum was never one for promptness but I still expected more from her. And just as I’m about to shut my book closed and call it a night, I do still have a Comparative Government and Politics class at 7 am, I hear someone knocking on my door. Standing up from my desk chair and making my way to the door, I swing it open, knowing exactly who it is. I mean, who else could it be? “You’re late,” I say simply, giving her a blank expression. “I know and I’m really sorry. But how different is this from the time you blew me off to go to the library?” she raises an eyebrow, following me inside our dorm room. I scoff. “The difference is I had a valid reason because I had a test the next day!” “And I have a test in 2 days that’s why I went out tonight.” Seriously what was this logic? “Plus I got you some Haribo,” Tatum adds, picking out a pack of sour cherries from her bag and tossing it to my spot in the bed. “This is unfair,” I pout. Tatum laughs, throwing her head back. “Yeah, I know you can’t stay mad at me,” she gives me a smug look. I roll my eyes in response but put the Haribo on my table for tomorrow and Tatum knows I’ve forgiven her. I cave way too easily.

I’m rushing down the halls, arms filled with papers as I weave in and out of the crowd trying to make it to class on time. Some people send me dirty looks as I bump into them and I shout a quick sorry before continuing on my way. My class was all the way in the other side of campus and maybe if Tatum came home earlier last night then I wouldn’t have only had 5 hours of sleep and hit snooze on my alarm and I wouldn’t be rushing this morning. Yeah, I’m blaming it all on Tatum. With 5 minutes to spare, I thankfully make it through the doors. My Political Science professor, Professor Callahan has a stick up his ass 24/7 and for him 5 minutes early is on time and arriving on time is being late. Though he was the campaign manager for Obama in the last two elections and Obama did win so maybe there is some method to his madness. Passing through the rows of chairs and narrowly avoiding carelessly thrown bags and books on the floor, I stop in the middle row at my usual seat only to find it already occupied. “Excuse me,” I snarl, folding my arms in front of me while quirking an eyebrow. Professor Callahan would be entering any minute now and I have no time for playing games. The culprit turns around, taking a break from flirting with the girl sat in front of him, the girl who usually sat in front of me. “Yes?” There’s something in the tone of his voice that sounds cocky and by watching the way he moves I can tell he’s a little too confident. I know his name is Harry Styles (I make it a point to know everyone in class to scope out the competition) and the little I know about him (that his father is the Senator William Styles and he’s an arrogant asshole) is confirmed within a few seconds of meeting him. “I don’t know where you’ve been the past few weeks, but that’s my seat.” I point out motioning to the chair he’s currently sitting on. “Does it have your name on it?” I’m taken aback. “No, but-” “Well there’s no evidence that this is in fact your seat. And besides, this is property of the school that is provided for students and I am a student therefore I have the right, actually anyone has the right, to sit here." "Well-” I’m cut off again when Professor Callahan walks in with his usual cup of coffee in hand and sets down his briefcase on his desk. If there’s anything Professor Callahan hates more than tardiness it’s disruptions and I don’t think he’d be very happy with we holding up the class. Harry smirks and turns back around smugly, knowing he’s won. I’m practically fuming, as I have to take a seat in the second row, slamming my book and binder down on the table. I hate sitting in the front. Throughout the rest of class I mindlessly take down notes from the presentation and lecture, not really processing what’s happening because I’m still too blind from rage. Stupid Harry Styles. Doodling on the corners of my notebook, my head perks up when Professor Callahan calls a student from behind me and I hear the now familiar low voice “That’s why I think it’s great that they stopped the production factory to protect the South American wilderness.” I hear him finish from behind me. Against my better judgment and probably because I’m still bitter about earlier, I can’t help myself when I speak up. “How about all those people that lost their jobs?” I feel people’s eyes suddenly turn to me and I raise my voice slightly. “That production factory was the biggest in Brazil and the third largest in South America. That’s easily hundreds of people who need to feed their families that lost their job. And if this can happen in Brazil, who’s to say it can’t happen in Cuba where the largest production factory is located and the living standards are much lower? People without jobs will soon lead to more homeless people and South America’s already dealing with housing problems and poverty. They don’t need another problem to add to their list,” I finish off confidently, looking back to see Harry’s reaction. His eyes narrow at me as Professor Callahan nods, maybe somewhat agreeing with my points. Ha! Take that Harry. “So you’re saying it’s totally fine for them to continue to destroy the already damaged rain forests? More than half of endangered species reside in the wildlife of South America and those production factories are a hazard to their existence and their habitat. If the government didn’t do anything about it then half the rain forest would be gone by now!” Taking his comment in stride, I clear my throat. “I never said that. Protecting the environment is still important, the government just went about it the wrong way. They could have found a better solution than closing those factories.” “True, but what the government did is completely justified. The land the factories were using wasn’t even theirs to begin with. It was the government’s property so it’s for public use not for private companies trying to earn some extra cash. Even if the company claims to own the land it’s not theirs, it’s the government’s,” He finishes with a smirk, giving me a look that said, what are you gonna do now? If looks could kill Harry would be dead by now. This asshole couldn’t stop taunting me about the seat (which is definitely mine by the way) and I’m not about to let it go, sorry Elsa. “So? The Spanish colonized dozens of territories and started their own businesses there. What’s so different about the factories?” My voice is getting louder now as the argument quickly heats up. I can feel people’s eyes going back and forth between us like they’re watching a tennis match and I’m determined to get this match point. “Yes, the factory should have more limitations in order to preserve the rain forest but uprooting the entire factory is useless-” “Just give it up already, won’t you?” he sneers. “It’s the government’s property they have the right to take it away and use it themselves-” “That’s enough!” Both our heads snap back and turn towards Professor Callahan who is standing with his arms crossed giving us a stern look. “You two clearly have disagreements that go far beyond this topic and I will not let you settle them here. Go out now and come back inside after class so we can talk. No loitering around.” I begrudgingly grab my books, hastily shoving them in my messenger bag. Avoiding the snickers of the rest of the class, I walk out of the lecture hall, head held high with the little dignity I have left. When I’m outside I can hear Harry’s footsteps behind me and the sound of that alone makes me want to rip my hair out. I’ve only known the guy for 15 minutes and I’ve never been as annoyed as I am now. Taking a seat on the bay window type area beside one of the columns, I bring out my binder. Might as well make the most out of my time out here. Harry has other plans. He takes a seat on the opposite side. I can feel his eyes on me as I try and be a little productive. I’m reading the notes I took down yesterday when I take a quick glance up. Making eye contact with Harry, I immediately look back down at my notes. It’s been 3 minutes already and he’s still staring at me. Taking another look, I let out a sigh, placing my binder on my lap. “Do you want something? "Not really,” he shrugs. I roll my eyes, going back to my notes. And not even 10 seconds after he speaks up again. “You’re Harlow right? I’m Harry by the way.” “I know who you are,” I say ignoring his first statement yet secretly wondering how he knew my name. “Ah, so you know my father then?” I nod my head. “It’s kind of hard not to know when you’re father is one of the most influential senators in the United States of America.” He shrugs as if it were normal for him. And I guess it was. I mean, he lived with the man for his entire life. To him William Styles is not a powerful senator, just dad. “You made some pretty good points back there,” he motions to the lecture hall we were just in, stopping my thoughts. It’s my turn to shrug. “Wish I could say the same to you.” He let’s out a loud bark of laughter, some people who we’re walking down the hallways starting to stare. “What? It’s true!” Harry shakes his head at my statement, a grin still on his face. As his laughter does down, it suddenly gets quiet. He speaks up, breaking the silence. “You’re not half bad, you know. I thought you had a stick up your ass a while ago but you’re pretty okay.” It’s weird how we were so cold and hostile just a few minutes ago but now we’re acting like friends. He’s cute when he smiles and it’s kind of hard to stay mad at him. “Thanks. But you’re still an asshole.” The smile that I am now accustomed to seeing makes another appearance and knowing that I’m the cause of it makes me feel warm inside despite the biting cold of October.

I’m waiting for Harry at The Ground Up, the coffee shop around the corner of campus, like we usually do before our Comparative Government and Politics class. Taking another sip from my pumpkin spice latte (which is way better than the one at Starbucks), I spot Harry entering the shop, the chimes by the door making a sound as he enters. “Mornin’ Lo,” he greets, grabbing his cup of Americano that I already took the liberty of ordering for him. “Morning,” I smile, standing up. Together we make our way outside of the shop and begin the short walk to class. “How’s your paper going?” I ask when we’re outside, shoving my hands into the warmth of the pockets on my coat. “It’s ok,” he shrugs. “I rushed it a little but it’s done.” Harry doesn’t like being subpar so I know he’s more upset than he lets on and I don’t mention it again. Instead, I nod and we walk in silence for a while. Neither one of us are morning people so we both know to keep the talking to a minimum. But it’s ok. Because despite our first encounter involving lots of talking (and maybe a little bit of shouting), we don’t need words to communicate. A simple glance or nod of the head and I already knew what he wanted to tell me. We just worked that way. “Oh yeah, before I forget,” Harry starts, capturing my attention. “There’s this Halloween party tomorrow and I was wondering if you uh wanted to come with me, like as a date?" My heart flutters in my chest and I’m happy that’s it’s cold so I have something to blame my red cheeks on. "Sure,” I manage to get out, hoping I don’t sound too eager. This was actually happening. “Great.” The corners of his mouth quirks up as he gives me a big grin. “It’s a date.” ~*~ I’m bursting with excitement that I practically trample down the door when I enter my dorm. “Tatum!!” Closing the door behind me, I jump onto Tatum’s bed where the aforementioned is currently lying down with a book in her hands. “Yeah?” She doesn’t even look up from her book. This is unacceptable; she needs to celebrate with me! “Tatummmm,” I whine, waving my hands in front of her face, an attempt to capture her attention. “H I’d love to chat but I have to finish this reading.” The one time she choses to study is when I want to talk to her. Wow. “Pleaseeeee,” I whine again. I know if I pester her enough she’ll eventually cave. Tatum gets annoyed easily and always gives in when I bug her enough. “Fine,” she sighs, placing the book on her dresser and removing her glasses. “What do you want to tell me?” “I have a date tomorrow!” I’m not normally one to gush over things like this but it has been a while and Harry is cute and I have no idea why he’s interested in me. “Aww that’s great, H! Who’s it with?” She gives me a genuine smile and I know she’s happy for me. “A boy from class. We’re going to his friend’s costume party,” I explain. Tatum nods her head. “Oh, who are you guys going as?" My cheeks flush red because I know that Tatum will probably laugh at how lame and dorky we are. "Um Bill and Hillary Clinton,” I say softly. When Harry and I decided on the two a while ago, it was because they were the politics power couple of America. Tatum snorts. “Well I’m glad you found someone to do these type of things with you. Now you don’t have to force me to do them!” she claps excitedly. I roll my eyes, shoving her shoulder. “Whatever.” “You really like this guy don’t you?” she says, taking a more serious tone. “It’s nothing serious but yeah I do like him? I mean, he was a right twat at first but I’ve grown used to it. He makes me smile and he’s a nice guy,” I shrug, there really is nothing more to it. “I really am happy for you then,” Tatum smiles. “Thanks,” I smile widely. I’m happy for me too.

Being in college is hard. I haven’t eaten a proper meal in weeks and you can’t even see the floor my half of the dorm because of all the clothes lying around. I also don’t know how to do my own laundry. I’m pathetic, I know. Harlow’s side of the room, on the other hand, is practically spotless (except for the spots on her comforter and notebooks because Harlow is a big fan of polka dots), but I already expected that. I’ve been putting off doing the laundry but I’m down to my last clean shirt and I don’t want to go around campus smelling like an old gym sock. That’s why I stand up from my bed, careful not to wake Harlow, who’s fast asleep and slightly snoring, and grab my laundry basket. Quietly picking up the clothes on the floor, I head out to the laundry room. It’s 3am and no one in their right mind would go do their laundry at this hour (well, except me, even if Harlow says that my sanity is debatable) so I don’t expect to see anyone downstairs. Entering the room, I’m taken aback when I see someone else in there. A guy in a FC Barcelona hoodie is busy putting in some clothes in the washing machine. He has headphones on so he doesn’t notice me when I enter, just nodding his head to the beat and humming quietly, completely oblivious. I set my laundry basket down on top of one of the washing machines. Placing the detergent in the little compartment, I squat down to open the machine door and be eye level with the different buttons, I almost feel my head start to spin. When did washing machines get this high tech? Why in the world are there so many buttons? Oh God. Biting down on my lower lip, a really bad habit of mine, I try to study the different buttons. I find the power button first and decide to try turning it on. A bunch of different stuff light up and I’m more confused than I was before, which I didn’t think was possible. Taking my chances, I press another button that seems to do the trick because the machine whirs to life and it starts making a low humming sound. Using the machine for support, I push myself back up to grab my laundry behind me so I can put it in. My back is only turned for a few seconds but when I turn back around I let out a little yelp, dropping my laundry basket to the floor. The machine is full of bubbles, some slowly dripping down to the floor. Maybe I should’ve closed the door first. Rushing to the machine, I press a random button hoping it would stop the ever-growing bubbles. It was a stupid idea but I panicked, okay. I only make things worse and the bubbles start growing bigger and before I know it I’m failing down and hitting the very slippery floor. Letting out a loud groan, I try to stand back up and of course on my way up I hit my head on the washing machine door. Great, now I’m wet and in pain. I close my eyes, wincing at the throbbing pain from the back of my head. “Are you alright?” I hear someone say frantically. Opening my eyes, I see the boy I saw earlier rushing to help me. And since he’s not an idiot like me, he quickly turns off the washing machine and the bubbles stop growing. His hand wraps around my wrist. “Are you hurt? Do you need me to anything?” There’s a worried look in his eyes (that are very green and remind me of that time I went hiking with Harlow) and remembering that he asked me a question, I speak up. “Er yeah I’m fine,” I clear my throat, sheepishly looking away from his intense gaze. “What happened anyway? I don’t think I’ve ever seen this many bubbles in my life,” he chuckles softly, his eyes crinkling a little bit. “Oh um it’s really embarrassing but I don’t know how to use a washing machine? One thing lead to another and this happened,” I raise up my arms, gesturing to all the bubbles. “You really don’t know how to use a washing machine?” He laughs. “Yes?" His laughter dies down a little. "I can teach you if you want?” “Really?” My eyes widen. “That would be great! Thank you so much!" "It’s no problem, really. But first I think we have to clean this up.” “Yeah, we probably should,” I chuckle. Grabbing a mop from a closet that I didn’t even know existed, the boy (who still hasn’t introduced himself) helps me clean up the floor. We finish pretty quickly and the floor is dry so I won’t slip again, hopefully. “Oh here,” he removes his hoodie and hands it over to me. “Your shirt’s all wet, you can wear this first." "Thank you,” I say, graciously accepting the hoodie. He turns around, giving me some privacy and I quickly remove my shirt that keeps on sticking to me and replace it with the hoodie. It feels soft and warm and I never want to remove it. “Thanks,” I trail off, not knowing what to call him. “Harry, My name’s Harry,” he smiles. “Thanks Harry. You’ve been so nice and helped me out so much, it really means a lot.” Harry. That’s a cute name and actually very fitting for him. “Oh yeah I’m Tatum by the way,” I smile. Why am I always so forgetful? I probably sound like an idiot. He shrugs. “It’s no big deal, really.” As he teaches me how to properly work a washing machine, I learn that he’s a PolSci major (hmm maybe he knows Harlow?). He also has insomnia, which is why he’s down here right now at this hour. We talk for a while and it feels nice, just a normal conversation as we sit on top of a washing machine in the wee hours of the morning. Very normal. My clothes are in the dryer when he claps his hands together. “I’d really love to stay and wait with you but I have an early class tomorrow morning.” He hops off the washing machine and grabs his laundry basket. “It’s alright. You’ve been such a big help already.” He sends me another smile. “Well I had fun, weirdly enough.” I let out a low chuckle. “Yeah, me too.” “Maybe I’ll see you again sometime?” He asks, a hopeful look on his face and I feel the butterflies in my stomach start to flutter. “Maybe,” I smile.

Harlow has a date. Of course I am happy for her but I’m also a little put off because we were supposed to spend Halloween together and now she’s ditching me last minute to go on a date. I mean, Harlow did invite me but I declined because it would be weird if I came like a tag along. These thoughts keep me up and like on most nights I can’t sleep, I get up to do the laundry. I don’t know when I developed this oddly calming habit but ever since I learned how to do my own laundry a few weeks ago, I’ve done it twice already since. Harlow never notices when I go down in the middle of the night. She’s a very heavy sleeper so I’m not afraid of waking her up when I go and grab my laundry basket so I can head downstairs to the laundry room. As I make my way down, I can’t help the tiny (ok so maybe it isn’t that small) part of me that wants to see Harry again. The last time I saw him was 2 weeks ago but that exchange where I returned his hoodie barely lasted 5 minutes because I was already finishing up when he just came down. I can’t explain why I want to know him so much but there’s just something about him that keeps pulling me in. And try as I might, I can’t forget about him. The fates must be on my side today because when I open the door I see Harry putting his load in. Hearing the door open, he looks up and when he sees me he starts to smile. I try to pretend that I’m unaffected by his presence but the silly grin on my face probably says otherwise. “Hi Tatum,” he waves. “Hey,” I reply, walking over to the washing machine next to him. “How’ve you been?" "I’ve been better,” he says vaguely. Turning on the machine (properly, this time), I send a concerned glance his way. “What’s wrong?” “Nothing serious,” he shrugs. “I just submitted a horrible paper in today. You should’ve seen it, it was all choppy and jumbled up and just didn’t make sense.” He seems more upset about it than he let’s on and because it’s in my nature to naturally be intrusive, I prod further when I probably shouldn’t have. “Why?” I ask simply. He looks taken aback, probably not expecting me to take the conversation further but still answers, “Had no inspiration I guess? I couldn’t find any so I was putting it off and the paper turned into more of a piece of shit than it already was.” “Writer’s block sucks,” I agree, nodding my head. “Oh yeah you’re an English major, aren’t you?” “Yup,” I say, putting my last piece of clothing in the washing machine. After closing the door I hop on top of a washing machine and sit next to Harry. “So what do you plan on doing after college?” I know he asks it out of good nature but I can’t help the loud groan that I let out. “Not you too.” An amused look on his face, Harry chuckles at my probably over dramatic antics. “It’s just my parents ask me that every week when I talk to them and I honestly just don’t know? I like going with the flow I guess so I’ll decide when the time comes.” This talk about the future is already stressing me out. “How on earth do you do that?” He asks yet another question. But I don’t mind because talking to him is nice. “Do what?” My eyebrows furrow slightly. “Not plan ahead and just do whatever comes your way?” “Oh that,” I shrug. “Honestly, I’m really not a role model for this. My best friend says I should try and be more organized and plan things out more but I really can’t.” I don’t know why I suddenly open up to him but I do and I don’t regret it. He nods. “I get what you mean. I don’t want all these academic stuff to be so important to me and sometimes I just want to relax a little and let lose but I just can’t.” “Maybe we can learn from each other,” I say softly. A small smile starts to appear on his face and I almost feel my heart melt at the sight of his dimples. “Yeah that would be nice.” Our conversation takes a lighter turn after that and we start talking about the most random things. Next thing I know I’m done with my laundry and I’m taking out my clothes from the dryer. I honestly don’t know how all that time went by so quickly but I need to head back to the dorm now. Picking up my laundry basket from the floor, I’m ready to leave. Harry stays, still having to finish up and I wave goodbye. “See you soon Harry,” I smile, taking a few steps towards the door. “How soon is soon?” I stop in my tracks. “What?” “When can I see you again?” He says almost sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. “When do you want to see me again?” I ask, quirking up an eyebrow. I forgot how to flirt, help. “Preferably tomorrow,” he replies, a small smirk evident on his face. “Tomorrow?” “Well technically its tonight but you know,” he shrugs. “You mean Halloween?" "Yup. There’s a party tonight and everyone’s coming. I was just wondering if you’d like to go with me?” He explains, hopping of the washing machine. “I’d love to,” I grin. “It’s a date then,” he confirms happily. I smile one last time before heading out the door. “Who are you going as by the way?” I pause just as I’m about to leave and turn around to face him. He looks surprised at first and takes a while before giving me an answer. “Oh uh… Captain America,” he stutters a little. I try not to swoon at the thought of him in a little soldier outfit. “I’ll see you tomorrow then!" Finally leaving the room and going back upstairs, I can’t help but think about tomorrow night. And as per usual, I hardly get any sleep but for a different reason this time, my mind is still buzzing at the thought of Harry and me at the party.

Today’s a Saturday and it’s the first day of rest for me in a long time. It also happens to be Halloween. Still in the comfort of my bed, I check the time. 10:45 and Tatum isn’t back yet. She’s gone on her daily morning run and when she gets back we’re supposed to have brunch and she said she’d help me with my costume for tonight. Tonight. I’m both excited yet extremely nervous for later. I haven’t had feelings like this for a guy since the 7th grade and it’s weird for me. It scares me just how much I like Harry. The door opens and Tatum enters, headphones and running shoes still on with a bottle of water in her hands. "There you are! I’ve been waiting for you.” Like always but I don’t say that. “Yeah sorry, I got a little carried away. I had a lot on my mind,” she says before gulping down the rest of her water bottle “S'alright as long as you’re ready to help me now.” I’m used to this kind of thing happening, sad to say. Tatum ran track back when we were in high school and she could disappear hours on end just running. I don’t know how she does it. I tried joining her once but I have like zero endurance so I stopped half way. What an athlete, am I right? “Uh huh, I already picked out some possible clothes for you last night, they’re all here,” she says motioning to a pile of clothes on her already made bed that I did not notice before. “Last night?” I don’t remember seeing her looking through clothes when we were talking. “Yup,” she confirms. “I had a hard time sleeping last night so I thought I could get a head start. Now I’m going to take a shower, you can try those on and I’ll be back soon!” First I try on this button up blouse and blazer and skirt combo. It looks pretty cute and I’m already halfway done. I don’t know why I was so worried in the first place (Harry, that’s why). My next problem is how to do my hair, I already have blonde hair and it reaches a little past my shoulders so I don’t have to do much but then again, I can’t even braid my own hair. Letting out a frustrated sigh I flop back on my bed and decide to wait for Tatum to finish. She is much more qualified for this than I am. It takes a few more minutes (because Tatum really likes long showers) but she comes back in dressed and ready to go. “Hey you look nice,” she smiles, while still drying her hair with a towel. “If only I could fix my hair.” She rolls her eyes. “I’ll fix your hair later, don’t worry. And now I have a favor of my own.” “Yeah?” I raise an eyebrow. “Can I borrow your pencil skirt?” She asks sheepishly and Tatum is many things but she is not sheepish. Narrowing my eyes at her, I know something is up. “Why?” She bites her lip (my habits have been rubbing off on her, ha!) before replying. “I may or may not have a date tonight,” she blurts out, walking over to her own bed. “May or may not?” “Ok,” she sighs. “I do have a date.” “What? Tatum! When did this happen?” This is so exciting, we both have dates tonight and if things go well we could double date. We’ve never dated other people at the same time so we’ve never been able to do the whole best friend double dating thing. “Remember how I told you about laundry boy a few weeks ago?” “Yeah…” I do slightly recall her telling me about how she learned how to use a washing machine but I was busy writing a paper so I didn’t really pay much attention, oops. “Well I saw laundry boy again last night and I don’t know we’re kind of going to the party together.” “I’m happy that the guy you like asked you out but Tatum you do know that it’s unhealthy to be up at those times, right?” She rolls her eyes at me (again) but I pretend not to notice. “Of course I know it’s unhealthy but my body clock is just messed up and I can’t do anything about it. Besides, if I had a normal sleeping schedule I probably wouldn’t be going tonight.” “Just take care of yourself, okay? I don’t want to see you get hurt.” I don’t know what I would do if anything happened to Tatum. “Yes Mom.” It’s my turn to roll my eyes but I settle on throwing the blouse I didn’t pick at her instead. ~*~ Walking inside the already full house, I feel pretty good. With my hair styled almost exactly like Hilary Clinton’s (thanks to Tatum) my whole blazer thing, and a pearl necklace, I think I pull off the outfit pretty well. To most people I probably look like a housewife of some sort but it’s ok, the only person that matters is Harry. I feel someone tapping my shoulder and I think it’s Harry but when I turn around I’m met with Tatum. She tries to tell me something but I can barely hear her because of the music blaring from the speakers. So instead I try to read her lips, something I am very bad at. She either says she’s going outside to meet up with Harvey or that she needs to be beside the Harley. I’m betting on the former (because there are no motorcycles around here). I nod my head and that’s all she needs before going outside. Now I'm all alone, great. The whole place is crowded with sweaty bodies and I can hardly see anything because I’m only 5'2" and barely reach the shoulders of the people around me. There has to be a way for me to get out of this damn crowd. While being short just generally sucks a lot, it does have its advantages. Squeezing past different people, I slowly find my way out of the crowd. Thinking that I’m in the clear, I surge forward only to bump into someone else. Low and behold, it’s Harry. “There you are!” “Here I am,” he smiles, letting out a low chuckle. His costume is kind of spot on. He even put some powder in his hair to make it look white and along with a suit, he has on a little American flag pin on the right side of his chest. “You having fun so far?” I try not to scoff or anything because that would be rude. “I’ve only been here for 5 minutes,” I shrug. I actually don’t know how long I’ve been here but it’s seems close enough. “Also, there are so much people in here. It’s kinda crowded. Do you maybe want to check outside?” “No really,” he answers. “There’s a lot of people smoking outside and it’s bad for my asthma.” I immediately feel guilty for even suggesting it in the first place. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t know. But don’t worry, I understand.” "It’s alright,” he smiles back. “But I know a place where it’s less crowded if you want?” “Yes please!” I sound as eager as I am. I’m dying to get out of here; the body heat is killing me. He laughs a little at my reaction before grabbing my hand and leading me to this mysterious place. We head upstairs and I’m a little nervous at first. It’s Harry, you’ve known him for weeks, I remind myself. Nothing to be worried about. He opens a door off to the right with stairs inside. He leads me up and I sort of have an idea of where he’s taking me. Another door is opened and we’re on the roof. “This is amazing,” I say once I step out and see the view. The roof is just like any other, what I love is the stars. I’ve always been fond of looking at the stars, it’s like a nice little reminder that my life and problems are so small and insignificant in the grand scheme of things. We take a seat on the cold concrete and I should be more concerned about getting dirty but I’m not because my mind’s too focused on the fact that Harry is sat so close to me. "Do you like it?” I’m so caught up looking at the sky that I almost forget that Harry’s up here with me. Almost. “Yeah, I do,” I smile. “It’s beautiful up here. How’d you find it?” “Dunno, sometimes when a party gets too much I like to stay up here. Look how small everything is. When I’m up here I get away from all the partying and music and just I don’t know relax, something I don’t get to do very often,” he says solemnly, eyes fixated on the backyard, where there’s also tons of people outside. I wonder if Tatum’s out there and how her date is going. “I like your costume by the way,” he says, looking back at me with a small smile on his face. “I like yours too but I don’t think anyone else here knows who we are. I look more of a house wife than a politician.” I laugh slightly, remembering the weird looks I received earlier. Oh well. “Yeah but who cares? We know who we are- Shit!” He takes a look at his phone that just lit up. “I’m so sorry but a friend really needs my help and I have to go but I’ll be back as soon as possible. Do you mind waiting here?” “I don’t mind at all. Go to your friend,” I smile. He looks frazzled and it seems like an emergency so I’m not too bothered. “Thanks!” He shouts as her runs across the roof and goes back inside. Letting out a sigh, I decide to look at the people down below, having nothing else better to do. Five minutes have gone by and I’m bored. My eyes roam the backyard and all the different people down there, occasionally letting out a laugh when I see someone in a funny costume. Then I spot Tatum and her date Captain America. I can’t see most of his face but I know he’s smiling and Tatum’s smiling and I’m smiling now too because she looks happy.

I blame Harlow for making me go so early. Currently standing alone in the middle of the outside area where Harry told me to meet him, I want to hit Harlow where it really hurts. It’s been almost 50 minutes and I still haven’t spotted Harry, probably because Harlow made me go so freaking early. Curse her and her promptness. I at least hope she’s having some fun with her date. She was so excited earlier and I really want her to have fun. God knows it’s been a while since she’s had any. Taking a seat on an empty lawn chair, I watch the rest of the party unfold from my spot. Mostly, I judge people’s costumes. While there are some really inventive and funny costumes, there are also some people (the majority, sadly) who didn’t even try. I’m not one to judge but I feel like some of them just wore lingerie and animal ears and called themselves some type of animal, really original. I try not to roll my eyes at everyone but it’s really hard. Where the hell is Harry? And by some miracle, I spot Harry by some bushes heading towards me. I didn’t even see anything there earlier, it’s like he magically appeared out of thin air. My legs turn to mush at the sight of him in a cute little Captain America outfit. It’s a good thing I’m still sitting down because I probably would’ve fallen right about now. I mock salute him as he comes closer and he let’s out a small laugh. The laugh that starts butterflies fluttering in my stomach. Wait, no, it’s much stronger than that, more like elephants stomping around. Feeling my heart beat get faster and faster, I hope he can’t hear it or that would be really embarrassing. I don’t even know why he has this sort of effect on me, but whenever I’m near him I lose all control. “Hey you,” he greets, giving me a small hug as I stand up. “You look great, Miss Carter.” His eyes trail up and down my costume from my curled hair and bright red lipstick to my pencil skirt. “It’s nothing,” I try to brush it off, hoping the redness of my cheeks don’t sell me out. “You, however, look amazing. I love the costume.” “Thanks. A couple of my friends and I are dressed as the Avengers, it’s quite fun. Some of them have on the most ridiculous outfits.” “Ah, that explains the guys who passed by earlier with green body paint and purple shorts on.” He chuckles softly. “Yeah that would be my friend Niall” “I can imagine,” I laugh along with him after taking a sip from my bottle of beer that I’ve been neglecting. “Oh your drink is all gone,” I say, noticing his empty red cup. “We can go back inside and get you another one if you want-” “No!” I’m cut off abruptly My face must look confused because he explains. “I get claustrophobic and there’s a lot of people inside, I’d rather just stay out here if that’s alright with you?” he asks sheepishly and my heart melts at the fact that he thinks he still has to ask. “Of course we can stay out here! I totally understand.” “Thanks,” he smiles, looking relieved. He must really be claustrophobic. <hr> Harry and I have been dancing for the last 30 minutes. We look like complete fools jumping about and doing old school dance moves but it’s fun and I don’t care if people are staring. He starts doing this weird move that I don’t even know what to call that’s got me in stitches and I have to lean on him for support. He laughs along with me and we stagger a little but manage not to fall over. Moving over to the side before causing any further damage, I’m able to catch my breath agin. Dancing is really good cardio. “Hey I need to go to the bathroom, is it alright if I leave you out here?” He announces once we’re away from the crowd. “By yourself? Are you sure you’ll be alright?” I don’t know much about claustrophobia but I don’t think him going inside by himself is a good idea? What if he starts panicking and faints or something? I’d have that on my conscience forever and I don’t think I could handle that. “Promise. I’ll be back in a second,” he tries to reassure me but I still have second thoughts.“ "Well alright,” I say after a long pause. He smiles before entering the house again. I watch his figure disappear into the crowd and my mind is racing. What if the crowd was to much? Oh God I could not have his death on my hands. I’m probably exaggerating and being over dramatic, but still I run after him. Immersing myself into the crowd, I see a flash of blue, red, and white in the corner of my eye and I immediately follow it, pushing past all the bodies that stand in my way. As the crowd starts to lessen and I get closer to the house and nearer to the pool, I spot Harry again. But I’m not quick enough because once I emerge from the crowd he’s gone. It’s like he vanished from thin air. Biting my lip, I turn around, eyes scanning everywhere to look for him but to no avail. Then I see Harlow standing off to the side next to some bushes. The only familiar face left, I walk up to her. “So how’s your night been so far?” She jumps a little, because I startled her. “Good at first but now my date’s missing. I came down here to find him.” “Same. I just lost Harry and I have no idea where he is right now.” The house is huge, I don’t even know where the bathroom is. “Wait,” she says before I can talk any further. “Did you just say Harry?” “Um… Yeah?” I answer hesitantly. This is weird. I don’t even know what’s happening anymore. There’s some rustling in the bushes beside us and I’m about to scream because I am really afraid of bears but instead a guy walks out. My eyebrows furrow in confusion when upon further inspection I find out its Harry. His hair is now white and he’s in a suit but I’m 99.99% sure it’s him. “There you are, I was worried sick!” I almost run up and hug him. Now I can have a clear conscience. “Why’d you change though?” I add, remembering the giant elephant in the room. I don’t know if it’s hot out but I swear I can see him begin to sweat, his eyes darting between me and Harlow, the latter with a hand on one hip and an icy glare directed towards Harry. I feel like I should understand what’s going on but I’m really slow and Harlow begins to shout before I have the chance to process what’s happening. “You’re such an asshole!” She fumes, capturing the attention of a few bystanders. Then it clicks. Oh. “Wait you’re Harlow’s date? Oh my God have you been switching between us the whole night?!” It does make sense. I guess he does look a little like Bill Clinton like that. The initial shock wears of then I realize what he’s been doing and anger takes over. “You’re such a disgusting pig! And I bet you would have gone on like this if we didn’t catch you tonight, ugh!” I don’t know how I was so blind before, like it literally all makes sense now. He doesn’t say anything, probably because every time he tries to open his mouth and protest I cut him off. I look to my left to see if Harlow has anything to say but of course she doesn’t have anything else to say, she’s never been one for confrontation. Then an idea forms in my head, it’s highly unnecessary and probably way too dramatic but he deserves it. God, how could I have liked him? “You are a gigantic douche bag and I seriously don’t even get it like wow you’re messed up,” I say, slowly inching forward. Oh, people are definitely looking now.

Harry moves back a little to avoid my menacing glare. “It’s sick that you toyed with people’s emotions and I have one last thing to say, fuck you!" With one swift shove, he lands in the pool. I do it for me but I mainly do it for Harlow because she’s my best friend and even though she likes to make it look like she’s all tough on the outside, in reality she’s a soft marshmallow. She might not be showing it but I can tell that she’s hurt even if she doesn’t want to show it, which is why I don’t feel any regret for pushing him. It’s enough that he fucked me over, but Harlow too? That sucker is going down. But literally, he’s going down because he still hasn’t come up for air. Although I don’t stick around long enough to see him because I grab Harlow’s arm and we book it out of there. It takes a while and a lot of pushing and shoving, but together we make it out of the party. We walk in silence for a while, both still not fully comprehending what just happened. I feel the cold air getting stronger and I cross my arms together, trying to find some warmth. Why didn’t I bring a coat? There’s a bench down the street and Harlow sits down, and I follow shortly after. "You alright?” I ask hesitantly. She hasn’t said a word since we left the party. “Kind of? I don’t know it doesn’t hurt as much as it probably should. I’m mainly just mad at myself for not seeing it coming,” she shrugs and I almost feel my heart breaking at her words. I hate seeing Harlow sad, she looks like a kicked puppy and it makes me feel bad. “I get what you mean,” I nod in understanding. “It’s so ironic though,” she laughs dryly, staring straight ahead at the house across the street and avoiding eye contact. “We were both talking about this amazing guy that we met only to find out he’s not that amazing after all,” she adds, finally looking at me. "True. Boys suck.” We both starts laughing and I’m not even sure why but we can’t be stopped. “It’s ok though, all we need is each other,” she gives me a small smile. It’s entirely too sappy and cheesy but I’m smiling back. Boys may not be the most reliable but I know that I’ll always have Harlow and that’s more than enough.

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Autumn Leaves

For: Lauren @here-to-waste-time2389

By: Nikki @assjackk

The sound of the wind bustling by and leaves dancing in circles against the pavement. The warmth of layered clothes and a warm coffee in hand. This was the season that once brought him so much comfort. He wanted to enjoy it, he did. Yet with his life in turmoil, he wished he could enjoy his favorite time of year to its fullest potential.

A story about a boy who doesn’t know what makes him happy and a girl who always is.

Word count: 3636 words

Warnings: none

Main pairing: Louis/Maddie

He wasn’t one to start fights. He never liked the idea of inflicting pain on another person simply because of a disagreement. He liked to use his words if he would choose to express anything at all. He just didn’t understand what beating someone to a pulp was going to change.

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assjackk replied to your post “i'm just gonna do this again to procrastinate and won't tag more...”

Normally I would go ahead and answer these and say you tagged me but I need to do my Law homework so don't tempt me

But Nikki I'm here to tempt you I should just post a 30 chapter fic tonight

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lovey dovey #3

to: nipest // assjackk from: an anonymous friend

Nikki is absolutely fabulous. She’s been one of the best reviewers I’ve had and has been with me since the very beginning back in December. When she finally let me in on her tumblr, we chatted some more and she’s just a genuinely sweet person. I know she’s not just telling me good things to make me happy, she leaves me reviews that are well thought out and give me a general idea of how my audience is receiving the story. When I finally started leaving questions at the end of my chapters, she’s the only one who actually answered them and gave me feedback. She’s also just very kind, commenting and supporting me when I talk about my personal life in my author notes, like wishing me luck in school and things like that. She’s just fantastic!

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once you get this you have to say 5 things you like about yourself publicly then send this to your 10 favorite followers. (non-negotiable) (positivity is cool) :)

what the hell the five best thing about me are like five of you guys i don't know someone help me out here tell me what you all like about yourselves

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I need your help. Do you or any of your followers know of this fic that got deleted- it was called Little Texts (by little blue? Idk) Harry accidentally texted the OFC one day then they became friends over text. She used to set up a free coffee for him at the local coffee shop and it was such a cute story. They never met but it got deleted around the time they were close to meeting. Does anyone know if this got re-written or re-posted?

Anyone know which fic this is??

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