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[hiddensymposiarch]

It has been brought to my attention that we have all been missing the best Harry/Xander ship name: HARDER

[newharry]

almost feel like nothing's changed at all (if you close your eyes)

It's a general rule that Nick is never more than about two inches from his phone, but for all the teasing he gets about it from everyone he knows, he's never been more glad about it than he is right now. The tweet went out about two minutes ago, but it's basically blown up his notifications, and probably his life. Shit. Shit.

author: Hllangel | wordcount: 3349 | rating: general audiences

[nopunchesplease]

so inspired by this post from glitterbootsandyellowshorts I wrote this little thing and I thought I'd share it with the world.

nick's not sure if he should be proud or ashamed of himself for knowing one direction's touring schedule by heart. he goes with proud, of course. because being head over heels for a bloody popstar is hard enough, he doesn't need the additional burden. he's a strong independent man waiting for his whatever harry is, he doesn't need to be ashamed of being able to recite a boyband's touring schedule, thank you very much. harry's last texts announcing that he's back on solid ground x and cant wait to come home came in almost an hour ago. he could bloody well come knocking on nick's door now. he knows how fast nick gets bored. or lonely for that matter.

nick hasn't even finished that thought when he finally hears sounds from his front door. could just as well be a burglar trying to break in but nick doesn't care, nick is excited. as always harry tries a wrong key first, gives it his best to unlock the door with it until he notices and finds the right one shortly after that. and nick absolutely hates himself for the fond smile that is already spreading on his lips. he isn't even inside the bloody flat yet, for fuck's sake.

when he finally is though, loaded like a pack horse, the smile just gets bigger and his heart picks up pace and just every annoying cliche thing to happen in that moment happens. but who the fuck cares really? because in front of him there is harry. not harry styles from one direction, but harry. home and happy. and although the fangirl in nick adores harry styles he likes this one better.

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"missed this so mu-...urgh" theoretically nick shouldn't be that into the fact that he can make harry fail at speaking or thinking correctly any time he wants. not anymore. but he is so fucking into it when harry does stop kissing and whispering against the skin of nicks throat the seconds he slips one of his hands down and presses it against the ridiculously prominent bulge next to his own hipbone. it's like the words just get lost on their way up his throat and are replaced by a deep moan that seems perfect for porn.

"shouldn't you maybe get some like sleep or food or summat, popstar?" yeah yeah, nick hates it himself but somehow he turned into an actual adult with senses and all that so he's kinda responsible now.

"can sleep when you fucked me...just-" even hotter than nick making harry forget his words is harry making harry forget his own words. although nick has stopped doing anything and removed his hands from any danger zones harry manages to force another groan out of himself by simply rocking up against nick.

"food?"

"not hungry."

oh well, he tried, didn't he? it's not his fault that harry is an insufferable twenty year old with an above-average sexdrive. it's also not his fault that he can't concentrate on being a responsible adult when he's constantly being nudged by said twenty year old's cock.

"out of your kit then, styles." the words haven't even properly left his mouth and harry's already wriggling underneath him to get out of his nearly glued on skinny jeans. sometimes nick wonders how he manages to fit everything in there but then again, his aren't much better. it takes harry about two seconds to be out of everything and lying on his back; eagerly watching nick who got up to get out of his own clothes. he's no ecstatic and bendy child anymore, is he?

"niick, don't even-"

"what?"

"make jokes. I see your smirk. please just-" it is true. nick finds it really hard to suppress a smirk while looking at two big ass leaves of fern pointing at harry's growing cock. of course pornstar harry takes the comedy out of it by giving himself a quick squeeze and nick forgets all the jokes he prepared for just a second. he wouldn't be himself though if he'd actually let that be all it takes to stop him from taking the piss.

"oh you mean your new adornment, flower boy?"

"nick."

"my eyesight's not that bad. didn't need you to get direction signs tattooed on your body for me. I feel offended."

despite the fact that he really wants to get to it just as much as harry does he likes to tease. and if harry's desperate little thrusts into the air are anything to go by nick is doing a good job. so he definitely won't stop now. especially not when he sees harry rolling his eyes and attempting to palm his dick again as nick takes off his shirt.

"stop touching yourself."

"then stop making f-" harry bites his lip as soon as he's said it because he knows he's not the one to give bold answers when nick tells him to do something. yet his hand is still lingering where nick doesn't want it.

"hands off."

"nick please..."

if nick didn't know exactly how much harry loves being treated like this he'd absolutely hate it. but the way harry closes his eyes and pushes his head back into the cushions exposing a trail of light lovebites from earlier reminds nick what he's doing here. harry likes this. hell, he bloody loves it. being desperate for nick and waiting for permission to act on it. and nick can't really say he doesn't enjoy a quivering and begging harry styles in his bed.

"legs apart."

after two years nick is still amazed by the speed harry obeys his orders. his legs practically fly apart to make room for nick to sit down between them, so he does. slowly because he knows how annoying that must be for harry right now.

"hands behind your head, love. no touching."

when harry looks like this - ruffled hair, big eyes and bitten red lips open in an o-shape - nick thinks he's the prettiest thing he's ever seen and he's actually sad for everyone who never gets to see him like this.

"lets have a look at these then, mh?"

sure, he likes to make fun of the ridiculous tattoos harry comes home with every goddamn time he goes on tour but deep down he loves them. loves tracing them with his fingers or tongue for the first time he gets to see them. like right now. he rests his right hand on harry's hip, giving his thumb the opportunity to brush over the fern next to it. harry's immediate response is lifting his hips up against the touch to get any friction he can get so nick digs his other four fingers into the flesh underneath them, pushing harry back down. his thumb doesn't stop stroking the inked skin. above him harry's biting his lip while watching nick's thumb move and the way his abdominal muscles are all tense and visible because he has to hold his head up to see anything at all doesn't fail to attract nick's attention. but those are not his problem right now. he needs to focus, so he switches positions. a firm grip on harry's hips with his left hand so that his right is free to trace the inks properly. he lets his index finger retrace every fibre of it, one by one, persistently having to push harry's hips back down with his left as he goes.

"quite like em...you know you can talk, harold?"

he's back to both hands on harry's hips now, holding him down while both of his thumbs stroke up and down in the same slow rhythm as before. even for him it gets frustrating now because having harry under him like this lets the urge to give him what he needs fill up his whole bloody brain until his mouth actually waters at the sight of the by now painfully hard cock in front of him nearly touching his thumbs on their way as it lies against harry's stomach.

"was it painful to get them?"

"urgh...yes. please-"

"did you like it? the pain? bet you struggled not to get hard..." as expected nick earns a desperate thrust up into his hands at that. harry's good at following his orders and lying still, but nobody on this planet would be that good.

"yeah...ngh...fuck. felt good. nick, please.."

"say what you want, popstar."

"touch me. want you to touch me, please."

nick probably shouldn't be this turned on by the way harry nearly chokes on his words because he tries to get them out all at once. or how desperate he looks when he lets his head fall back into the cushions. or how his hips twitch again. just slightly this time. but nick still notices and he's so bloody into it.

of course he could go on like this forever but it looks painful by now and he himself didn't get any attention at all yet so going on would just be cruel to both of them.

"where's the fun in just touching though, right?"

he earns another groan and harry rolls his eyes back into his head when nick loosens his grip and spreads his hands out over the two inks, covering both of them up except for a few places where they peak out between his fingers. he can't suppress the smile that forms on his lips because how fucking great is his life? it's probably not the time to think about that though so he licks his lips one last time before ducking his head down to finally get his mouth on harry.

[magicalrocketships]

Meme

From junkshop-disco :D

Rule 1: always post the rules

Rule 2: answer the questions from the person who tagged you and write 10 new ones

Rule 3: tag new people+link them to this post  

Rule 4: let them know you’ve tagged them

1. What is your favourite coin?

The two pound coin! Someone once told me that whenever they got a two pound coin in a shop, they'd put it to one side and keep it in a purse, and then when it came to Christmas, they'd have a massive chunk of their Christmas present-fund without any active form of saving. I tend not to carry cash, though. I'm a chip and pin kind of a girl.  

2. Pick a side: team Oxford comma or not? 

I wasn't for years, mostly because I had no idea what the Oxford comma was, and it took Vampire Weekend to explain to me that it existed. Now I love that little comma. 

3. What is the most disappointing tourist attraction you’ve ever been to?

Without a doubt, the Tower of London. I love castles, I love history, I did four years of mediaeval history at university, and I was excited to visit. It was a) stupendously expensive, b) so busy you didn't get to stop and look at any of the signs or scenes or guide book, c) so sanitised you didn't get a sense of any of the history, and d) dull. It led me to understand that I would rather wander round a ruined castle and read about the Tower of London instead. I've been twice, now, and I had the same experience both times. 

4. I’m getting a round in, what are you having?

Amaretto and Coke or a Jack Daniels and Coke at the moment. Got ID'd buying amaretto today in Sainsbury's. The bewildered lady behind the till saying, "But you look so young!" as she handed me my passport back. I know, I know. Portrait in the attic, and everything. Actually, I live in an attic, so I do actually have pictures of me in here. 

5. Have you ever gone outside in your pyjamas?

Yes! But not all that often. I have been known to go out in the slobbiest of house clothes, though. Dead classy at times, me. 

6. Do you trust the sat nav?  

My dad's favourite game is to fight the Sat Nav on every single decision, so whenever I go home it's my role to fight the corner of the poor, beleaguered Sat Nav. When I'm not fighting in the car for the sake of fighting, I tend to believe there's a nice balance to be struck between actual maps and a bit of instinct AND James the New Zealand Sat Nav voice my mum currently has sat up on her Tom Tom.  

7. Which book do you return to most often?

Books I have read more often than any other: Riders by Jilly Cooper, Jane Austen, A Dream of Sadler's Wells by Lorna Hill, Georgette Heyer, and North and South by Elizabeth Gaskell. There are other books I love beyond the telling, but these are the ones I've read the most. 

8. Will you be my date to a wedding that’s bound to be tedious? How will we entertain each other?

Oh yes. Who doesn't love a tedious wedding so long as there's a free meal and a chance to sit through a million awful speeches by people you don't know? At times like this, I suspect that judging people's outfits and making up potted biographies for wedding guests is the only way through. That, and taking up centre stage on the dance floor for the night, obviously. 

9. I tell you I have a crystal ball and my Grandma was a psychic and taught me everything she knew. Do you want a reading?

Nah. I'd rather not know if things work out or don't. I like happy endings in fiction but I don't want to know in real life. :D

10. What is your most embarrassing injury ever?

Well, I suspect that might be the allergic reaction to the nettle stings I got all the way up my legs in the middle of the night at a wedding in Scandinavia, where I accidentally fell and ended up lying full length in the mud, in the rain, in a huge patch of nettles, whilst making the acquaintance of a rather hot groomsman. If you've ever had to share a room with your entire close family, and wake your mum up at five in the morning for the antihistamines after the most embarrassing night ever, then you will feel my pain.  

My questions:

1. You have to recommend a book to me. Which one would you pick, and why?

2. What was your first fandom? How did you fall into it?

3. How do your organise your bookshelves? 

4. What was the first album you remember buying, and would you still listen to it now?

5. What's your favourite museum?

6. What are your top three concert experiences?

7. If you could spend 24 hours in any city in the world, where would you go, and what would you do?

8. What's your favourite day of the week?

9. Let's go out for cocktails. What would you have, and do you believe that all drinks are made better by having a little umbrella in?

10. Pick a Doctor Who companion to spend the day with. Which one, and why?

I tag: athousanderrors, glitterbootsandyellowshorts, foolishrabbit, greedydancer, and underthisweather. Or anyone else who wants to answer :D Yay, Saturday nights on the sofa.