#fhey

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Tell me about your fave meme! 😁😁

anything with kermit tbh

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#41 and Ziam pls 😩❤️

#41 “How can you still look so attractive while crying?" 

Sorry it took me a while, last night I was too tired to write. I hope you will like it 😊

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"Has anyone seen Liam? Where is Liam?" Zayn heard the panicked voice of Louis, their wedding planner. What did he mean by that? Why was he searching Liam so frantically? Liam was supposed to be here already, their wedding was in less than two hours. Zayn's chest tightened at the thought of Liam leaving him on their wedding day. No, there was probably a logical reason Liam was MIA. 

Harry snapped his fingers in front of Zayn's face, "Zayn! I'm trying to tie your bowtie could you stop turning your head," Harry said, clearly annoyed but hadn't he heard Louis, Liam was missing. He needed to find him. He needed to find his (future) husband. Zayn batted Harry's hands away and Harry sighed loudly obviously getting more and more annoyed with his friend. 

"I need to call Liam."

"Louis' been calling him for the past hour and he hasn't responded to any of his calls."

"How do you know?"

"Because Louis kept me updated through texts."

"I am his future husband, why no one told me Liam wasn't here?!" Questioned Zayn, his voice breaking and the bow tie around his neck felt too tight suddenly. He couldn't breathe properly and tears were filling his eyes rapidly. Zayn blinked to chase them away and untied the bow tie and unbuttoned a few buttons of his shirt. 

"Hey," drawled Harry, "I just spent fifteen minutes working on it."

"Doesn't really matter if I don't have a husband, does it?" 

"Don't be so dramatic Zayn, his phone probably just died and he's a bit late."

"And maybe he's the one who died. Oh god, no!"

Harry rolled his eyes and put his hands on Zayn's shoulders to turn him around. 

"You stop that. Liam isn't dead and have you thought about calling Geoff or Karen?"

"I didn't even know Liam was missing until five minutes ago so no I didn't think of it," snapped Zayn. 

"Let me try to call her while you drink some water. Try to breathe, everything's gonna be just fine," Harry said and Zayn knew he was lying, could see it in his eyes but he also knew his friend was trying to reassure him. Zayn took an over expensive water bottle out of the mini fridge while he watched Harry speaking on the phone. Harry was whispering and Zayn could only understand a few words but Harry was smiling when he pocketed his phone and walked back to where Zayn was sitting.

"Good news, Liam is alive." 

"How do you know?"

"Because Karen told me they arrived together."

"So she knows where he is?" Asked Zayn suddenly feeling hopeful.

"No, she has been searching for him too but he's at the hotel, it's good news right?"

"I need to go find him," said Zayn as he jumped on his feet. He couldn't stay in his hotel room and do nothing.

"You can't see him, it's bad luck!"

"You know what's bad luck? One of the grooms missing an hour before the ceremony."

"I'm gonna see if I can find Niall, maybe he will know something."

"Try to not get too distracted, we need to find Liam not you and Niall snogging in a supply closet."

"What are you on about? Me and Niall we don't-"

"Please, we don't have time for this but everybody knows you and Niall have been shagging for the last six months. You're not as subtle as you think," said Zayn, interrupting a very flustered Harry. If he wasn't panicking he would have laughed.   

Zayn got out of his room and started running in the hallway, Harry in tow. He had no idea where to look. The hotel was big and there were a lot of places Liam could have been hiding if he was still there. Zayn took his phone out of his pocket and sent a text to Liam. He could have been ignoring everybody else but surely he wouldn't ignore Zayn, would he? 

Zayn knew he needed to calm down, he wouldn't achieve anything if he was so stressed. He took a few deep breaths and took the way to the lift. Zayn had absolutely no idea where to start. Harry had already taken the way to the stairs leaving Zayn alone in the hallway. Zayn figured he should start by the first stories and make his way up even if he was sure Louis had already looked in every possible corner, Zayn needed to check himself. Zayn pressed the button for the first floor and waited for the lift doors to close when his phone vibrated in his pocket, startling him.

Zayn fumbled with his phone, hands shaking. It was a message from Liam. It simply said 'basement'. Zayn was confused and wondered for a second if he was gonna get murdered. Zayn shook his head. He impatiently waited for the lift to reach the first floor and pressed the button for the basement. When the doors opened Zayn shot out of the lift, frantically looking everywhere around him. 

"Liam, babe where are you?" 

"I'm here," Zayn heard Liam's voice and Zayn ran towards where the voice was coming, almost knocking over a staff member who gave him a dirty look. 

"Sorry," shouted Zayn over his shoulder as he kept running toward Liam. He finally found him sitting on an old bucket, he had his head between his hands and his shoulders were shaking. Zayn walked closer and realised Liam was crying. This wasn't good and Zayn felt his own eyes filled with tears again. He crouched down in front of Liam and gently took his hands between his. 

"Babe, babe what's going on? Why are you crying?"

"Nothing, it's nothing."

"Li, you're hiding and crying on our wedding day, it's not nothing," said Zayn, "do you, do you not want to marry me anymore?" He asked, his voice breaking at the idea of Liam not wanting him anymore.

"No, oh God no. I still want to marry you Z, more than anything."

"Then what happened?" Zayn asked softly.

"I just got overwhelmed, Louis was screaming at everybody, Niall was more busy trying to find Harry to do god knows what instead of helping me and half of my family was asking me when we would have children and if we preferred to adopt or use a surrogate," sighed Liam, "but I swear I would have been on time for the ceremony because there is nothing I want more than to marry you Zayn.  

Zayn smiled and brought his hands up and wiped the tears under Liam's eyes with his thumbs. 

"I love you Liam."

"I love you too, Z," replied Liam, tears still falling down his face. 

“How can you still look so attractive while crying?" groaned Zayn and Liam laughed. Zayn got back on his feet and extended his arm toward Liam.

"Ready do get married, love?"

"More than anything," said Liam as he took Zayn's arm, "let's get married."

[kreneko-life]

The first time some of the FC members entered the canals. Our FC leader Enns got us to the end. That lion is sick.

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1, 20, 49, 50 😊

1. selfie

here’s one i took last night when i finished painting

20. what is your favourite song at the moment?

i’ve still been listening to adore you like constantly

49. where i want to be right now

i mean there’s someone i wish i was with rn. but on vacation on a beach or something ig

50. favourite picture of your idol

my idol bobby horan

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#83 for the drabble list pls 😁❤️

83. “I didn’t want you to see this.”

When he walks in the door he’s instantly reminded of the commercials for cleaning products and paper towels. It’s absolute chaos, the dog is tracking mud through the house as the twins, who don’t so much as glance in Niall’s direction, chase after him and Harry is yelling from the kitchen where he must be trying to feed the baby. He barely holds back a laugh when he finally walks into the kitchen, Harry is a complete mess. He’s gotten baby food in his hair in the battle to get Aisling to eat, and his muddy jeans evidence that he was caught in the crossfire as Conchobar, a name that started as a joke and quickly went downhill from there, tore through the house with Cian and Nessa doing very little to actually stop him. When Harry spots him he smiles weakly,

“I didn’t want you to see this,” he gestures to the mess that seems to be spreading by the second, “I had planned to have the house all clean for when you got home and Gemma was gonna come and take the kids to Mum’s for the night and now it’s all gone to shit.” he’s on the verge of tears by the time he’s finished talking and Niall steps forward to give him a hug.

“It’s okay Haz, breathe, it’s not like our kids are exactly predictable,” he can feel Harry relax slightly, “What time is Gemma supposed to come?”

Harry pulls back sniffing slightly, “5, which means we’ve only got about half an hour til she gets here.”

“That’s plenty of time. Why don’t you work on getting Aisling cleaned up and I’ll get the animals and Conchobar.” He gives Harry a quick kiss and manages to work a laugh out of him with that which is a small victory in itself.

It’s not hard to find the twins, he just has to follow the muddy footprints through to the living room,

“Nessa, Cian, You really just ran by without even saying hello to me? I’m gone a week and you don’t even notice.”

“Daddy! We were just so busy.” Cian says quickly, clearly falling for Niall’s hurt act.

“Yeah! Conchobar was making the house too messy and we had to stop him.” Nessa adds on quickly.

“And you seem to be doing a great job of that.” The sarcasm of course, is lost on the pair of five year olds and they just beam back at him.

“Thanks Daddy,” Then he’s got one child attached to each leg as they hug him, “We did miss you, promise.”

“Yeah, I missed you too. Why don’t you run upstairs and get ready for Aunt Gemma and Nana.” They take off leaving Niall with just the dog to deal with and he’s never been more grateful for hardwoods floors.

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20 minutes later and Niall’s managed to get the dog washed and the floor cleaned, the twins are dressed and ready to go, and Aisling has been cleaned up and changed. Then Gemma shows up and they’re all being ushered out the door and conchobar has settled himself by the front door to pout now that his playmates are gone.

“I can’t even remember the last time the house was this quiet.” Harry chuckles softly settling onto the couch.

“It’s definitely strange, but I’m glad to have some alone time.” Niall says sitting down beside Harry.

“Oh yeah? And what did you plan on doing with this alone time?” Harry’s hand had made its way onto Niall’s thigh and was working its way higher.

“I had a few things in mind but I had thought we’d eat before jumping right into it.” His stomach growls right on cue to punctuate his statement. Harry leans in to give Niall a kiss before hopping up from the couch and extending his hand to Niall to join him.

“Alright then, the sooner we eat the sooner we get to the fun stuff.” He says practically dragging Niall to the kitchen.

The “fun stuff” ends up waiting til the next morning anyway as they both fell asleep 15 minutes into their film after dinner.

Finally getting around to filling some of these prompts (read: one of them). Also I would like to point out that I think Harry would be the one that would insist on their kids having more traditional (I mean I think the ones I chose are, but I wouldn’t fucking know tbqh) Irish names. And it was as I was googling names that I came across conchobar once again and had some serious flashbacks and it had to be included in some capacity. Last thing, it will please Lillie to know that I am now going to sleep as it’s 2am

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@fheyiibannannie and @cordensangels131 asked for this and I am sorry this is probably not exactly what you had in mind but this is what came to mine and this is short but I hope you will enjoy it anyway 😄

Inspired by my tags on this post.

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Niall and Harry met when they were only fifteen and immediately became best friends. Niall was new in Holmes Chapel, arriving from Ireland and Harry was immediately seduced by Niall's blue eyes and accent. Also how rosy his cheeks were every time Harry was complimenting him. They bonded over their love of music and Niall spent countless hours teaching Harry how to play the guitar.

They were inseparable, so much that even their friends and families took bet about when they would finally take the next step in their relationship. Every time someone was making a remark about them dating they would brush it off but Harry wanted nothing more than to be able to call Niall his boyfriend, to hold his hand and to kiss him. He really hoped Niall wanted the same but he was always too scared to take a chance.

The night before they left for University, they were laying on Harry's bed facing each other. Harry had his arms wrapped around Niall's waist and he was holding him tight. Niall's eyes were filled with tears and he was trying to not let them spill. They were both crushed by the ideas of going to different University and not being able to see each other every day. Harry was trying to reassure Niall everything would be fine but Niall didn't seem to believe him. Harry had brought his hand up to Niall's face, his thumb smoothing the skin under Niall's eyes and wiping away the tears. Harry was staring at Niall's eyes and their faces were so close, with his hand still on Niall's cheek he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to Niall's lips. Immediately Niall kissed back, both of them pouring their feelings into the kiss. Maybe it wasn't the right time to do this, maybe it was stupid but at this moment this is what they needed. They needed each other and quickly clothes were on the floor and the room was filled with their moans and ragged breath. 

The next day when they informed their parents of the development in their relationship they told them they were happy for them and Gemma had won the bet. She had bet they would be too chicken to act on their feelings before uni and since it had happened on the day before their departure she had won. Harry clearly remembered his sister claiming her money laughing when people were groaning under their breath. 

Harry and Niall managed to make their relationship work. Their university were relatively close and every other weekend they were driving down to see each other. After uni they came back to Holmes Chapel. They wanted to move to London but they had agreed to wait a little bit to save some money before they moved. They rented a small apartment, both not wanting to live with their parents. After spending three years living with other people they wanted a place to themselves where they could do whatever they wanted and be as loud as they want without having someone knocking loudly on the door or the wall telling them to shut up. At least they hoped it wouldn't happen but they were sure the walls in their new apartment were more soundproof than the literal paper wall of their dorm rooms. 

The night they moved to London, after everyone had left, their flat was scattered with boxes upon boxes and they were sitting on their couch, fixing the wall because they were too lazy to retrieve the remote control for the telly and anyway they didn't have the cable yet. There was a pizza box balanced on top of another box, Niall had his head against Harry's shoulders. His eyes were half closed and he was ready to call it a day even if it was barely past eight. Niall knew they would need to find their bed linens and comforter before even thinking about going to bed and a shower would also be a good idea but for now he was too exhausted to even move from where he was. 

Harry nudged his head with his finger and Niall sighed, making Harry laugh. 

"I'll be back, just need to get something."

Niall watched Harry walk toward their bedroom and waited for him to come back. When Harry walked into the small living room he had one hand hidden behind his back and when he dropped to one knee in front on the floor in front of the couch Niall gasped loudly. 

"Harry?"

"I don't have a nice speech, but I love you, I have loved you since we were sixteen and I always knew I wanted to marry you," Harry said as he showed a little black box to Niall. Inside was a simple white gold band and it was perfect. Niall wasn't big on jewelry and this ring was perfect, "will you do me the honour of becoming my husband Niall James Horan?"

Niall nodded enthusiastically, his eyes filling with tears as Harry passed the ring to his finger. 

Later they found out the walls of their new apartment maybe wasn't as soundproof as they wished but they were so happy they couldn't care less and giggled when they heard their downstairs neighbor knocked on the ceiling with a broom.

They decided on an autumn wedding since it was their favourite season. Niall's nephew Theo was their ring bearer and their best friend Liam and Louis their best men. Niall couldn't have asked for a more perfect wedding. For their honeymoon they flew to the Fiji islands, generous gift from their families. They had gotten them a private bungalow near the beach, it was perfect. As soon as they set foot in their bungalow Niall had his phone in hands taking pictures of everything and anything. From their bed to the art over the toilet he kept taking pictures and videos. Harry was laughing every time Niall was getting his phone out of his pocket, soon he would be out of space to take new photos. 

When Niall wasn't busy taking photos they were spending their days drinking cocktails on their private balcony and lounging in the sun. They went on a boat ride to see dolphins and Harry convinced Niall, with a blow job, to go diving. When they went back to their bungalow Niall was pouting because he couldn't take photos and videos of all the beautiful and colorful fishes he had seen underwater. 

The next morning Harry was at the "build your own” omelette station when Niall once again took his phone out but this time he started filming Harry while he was making his breakfast. Harry rolled his eyes but he was smiling, completely endeared by his husband's behaviour. Husband, Harry didn't think he would ever get tired of saying Niall was his husband. Niall was still following Hary and commenting on his every moves like it was a documentary. 

"Have you quite finished?" laughed Harry and Niall shook his head.

"This is for posterity Harry. One day we will show this to our kids and maybe even our grandkids."

"And will you also show them the one we made last night?" asked Harry, smirking when he saw Niall's cheeks flush prettily. 

"Shut up!"

"What?" Harry asked innocently and Niall closed his phone and put it back in his pocket.  

Niall wrapped his arms around Harry's waist from behind and took a peek at Harry's plate.

"You made one for me too?"

"Of course I did. I love you."

Niall pressed a sweet kiss to the side of Harry's neck mumbling a 'I love you' against the skin. Niall had never been happier and he wish it never changed.

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@fheyiibannannie tagged me to do this, thank you 💕💕

rules: spell out your url using song titles. then tag as many people as there are letters in your url.

C - Chandelier - Sia

L - Little Talks - Of Monsters And Men

A - Alive - One Direction

U - Un-break My Heart - Toni Braxton 

D - Dirty Little Secrets - The All-American Rejects

I - IDGAF - Dua Lipa

I - I'll Never Let You Go - Third Eye Blind

A - Animal - The Cab

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S - Sincerity is scary - The 1975

T - Thinking Of You - The Maine

Y - You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prison - My Chemical Romance

L - Let It Go - The Neighbourhood

E - Everything Is Alright - Motion City Soundtrack

S - She - ZAYN

I tag; @prettyinsoulpunk, @lovlieziam, @paynefulperiods, @treacle-black, @zqua1d, @cordensangels131, @daylightnarry, @niallsirishluckycharms, @ot4narrie As always no pressure 😄

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for the fic asks: number 20 and narry ofc! 😊😊 please

Thank you Fhey!! 😊 Sorry it took me a while and I hope you will like it. I swear this isn't as angsty as it looks like!!

#20 Things you said that i wasn’t meant to hear

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Niall played golf all day with a few of his friends that were in town, when he got home Harry was still in studio so he decided to take a nap. He went upstairs, changed into a pair of sweatpants and fell face first into bed, falling asleep almost immediately.

When Niall woke up it was dark outside and the house was still silent. He checked his phone, no text or missed call from Harry. Niall thought he must have stayed late at the studio. He knew I Harry got when he had a new idea for a song so Niall decided to not text him. Harry would get home when he was done. Niall turned on his back, trying to fall back asleep but his stomach rumbled. With a sigh Niall moved, putting on the first t-shirt he found.

Niall was slowly padding downstairs, messing with his hair when he heard Harry's voice coming from the living room.

“Listen, I don't know ok, I don't know!”

Niall stopped dead in his tracks, Harry had obviously not heard him walking into the living room. Niall didn't want to spy on his boyfriend but he was curious and Harry almost sounded panicked.

“Yes, I will tell him soon. You know I hate to hide things from him, but I'm nervous.”

Harry was hiding something from him? Niall didn't know what was going on but he felt a lump form in his throat. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. He could only imagine the worst. Niall moved and the floor creaked under his feet. Harry turned around, his eyes going wide when he saw Niall standing a few feet behind him.

“I, uh I'm gonna have to call you back,” said Harry and he hung up the phone.

“Niall, babe.”

“Please don't. I'll just take a few things and go somewhere for the night.”

“Niall, you were not supposed to hear that.”

Niall felt rage boil in him, he clenched his fists and took a deep breath. He decided to say nothing would be better.

“Niall please say something,” pleaded Harry.

“I want you out tomorrow when I get back,” said Niall, his voice so calm he was almost scaring himself.

“What, why?! Niall are you breaking up with me?”

Niall couldn't believe what he was hearing. Harry couldn't be serious. Did he really think Niall was so dumb he would stay with him anyway?

“You're really asking me why, Harry? REALLY?” shouted Niall.

“Yes, because I have no idea where this is coming from.”

Niall pinched the bridge of his nose. Harry was lucky to be on the other side of the room because Niall felt like punching him right now and Niall was not the violent type.

“I just heard you admit you are cheating on me, and you have the guts to wonder why I want you out of here?”

Harry looked at Niall like he had lost his mind.

“Oh! Oh my god,” said Harry as he seemed to realise what Niall heard, “Niall no. I was talking to my mom. I am not cheating on you, I swear.”

“Anne knows?”

“I am not cheating on you,” repeated Harry, extending his hand toward Niall to give him his phone, “you can go through it if you want, I have nothing to hide,” sighed Harry.

“Except that you do, I heard you,” said Niall, looking at the phone but not taking it.

Harry closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He walked past Niall and went upstairs, leaving Niall behind.

“We were having a conversation,” shouted Niall.

“Wait a second,” shouted back Harry from their bedroom.

Niall shook his head, he should just put his shoes on and take his keys to leave but he walked to the couch and sat on it, waiting for Harry to come back downstairs.

Harry walked in the living room, his hands in the pocket of his oversized pants. He sat next to Niall and Niall wanted to move away but he didn't have the energy. Harry took Niall's hands between his and Niall flinched like he'd been burnt.

“It's not how I imagined this okay, this was supposed to be romantic and you were supposed to be smiling, not crying and looking two minutes away from murdering me.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Niall, I am not cheating on you, I-” Harry sighed, he let go of Niall's hands and fished a little red velvet box out of his pocket, “I wanted to propose and my mom was asking about it, she wanted to know when I would finally have the guts to do it. You can call her and ask if you don't believe me. But I swear I am not cheating in you Niall. I love you so so so much and I could never do that to you.”

Niall couldn't believe what he was hearing, his eyes going from the box in Harry's hands and his face.

“Are you serious?”

“Of course I am, Niall. So what do you say?”

“You haven't asked anything yet.”

Harry got up from the couch and dropped to one knee, smiling softly at Niall.

“Niall James Horan, I have loved you since we were sixteen and I can't imagine my life without you. Will you marry me?”

A smile broke on Niall's face as he took Harry's face between his hands to kiss him. He couldn't believe he had really thought Harry was cheating on him.

“Is that a yes?”

“Yes, it's a yes Harry Edward Styles.”

“So, I don't have to move out, right?”

Niall laughed and kissed Harry again.