wow i suck because i take so long to get to this :( there are still a few more drabble prompts in my ask and i promise that i’ll get to them soon :)
70. “If you die, I’m gonna kill you.”
harry has officially lost his mind and he is setting himself up for one hell of a hangover. watching him do shots is like watching him signing a deal with the devil himself and there’s nothing i can do to stop him. to a certain extent, it’s my fault because i’m the one who enunciate that he can’t handle shots after shots of tequila. i should’ve known that harry has never liked it when people challenge him and i should’ve known that he’s going to try his hardest to prove me - and everyone who’s gathered around us - wrong.
“honey,” i run my palm over harry’s back, “don’t you think it’s time to stop?”
he glances through his shoulder, frowning. “m’not stopping,” he shakes his head, “three more.”
trying to stop harry is like trying to stop the waves from hitting the shore - it’s pointless. so, instead of saying anything else, i take a few steps back and watch as he chugs down the drink.
the moment he finishes the last one, he slams the small glass onto the bar and turns to me, a smug grin adorning his lips. the crowd begin to cheer. some claps him in the back to tell him how amazing he is, some congratulates him and some simply laughs before they walk away and return to their tables. even in a room full of strangers, harry manages to catch people’s attention - he’s electric.
“i did it!” he exclaims, to which i nod and repeat his words. “are you proud of me?”
a fond smile touches my lips. normally i won’t entertain him but the way his eyes droop and the way he sways from one side to another change my mind. “of course,” i reply. at that, he steps forward and crashes me with a hug, almost squeezing the life out of me when he wounds his arms around my torso.
“i think it’s time to leave,” i say as i rub my hand up and down his back.
he pulls away and frowns. “it’s still early.”
i shake my head and tell him, “it’s almost 2.” he pouts, but alas, he throws his arm around my shoulder and lets me wrap my arm around his waist so i can lead him to the exit. it’s not an easy task, trying to balance him and myself in a pair of high heels so i’m glad when someone opens the door for us.
“thank you, you’re so nice,” harry says to that person as he displays a huge grin. he makes me stop, then, and before i can register what he’s doing, he pulls out a tenner and hands it to the man who’s still holding the door open for us. “thank you so so much, the world needs more people like you.”
the man chuckles and shakes his head when harry offers him the money. “get home safe, kids,” he says before he walks into the pub.
“you’re so heavy, d’you know that?” i mumble to harry as i begin leading us to his car.
harry chuckles but the sound stops when his hiccups take over. he removes his arm for me and immediately makes his way towards the wall. he leans against it, throws his head back and presses his lips together. his face pales.
“are you okay?” i ask him as i push a strand of hair away from his face. he opens his eyes a little and nods.
“think ‘m gonna throw up,” he tells me in between hiccups.
“oh god.”
he kneels down and hangs his head between his knees, mumbling words i can’t decipher. i kneel as well, unsure of what to do. he’s had his eyes closed and he’s groaning and groaning and groaning until eventually he stops. i poke him, but he doesn’t move.
“harry,” i call his name, “harry, hey.” no response. “harry, if you die, i’m gonna kill you!”
he holds his head up, then, “kill me? i’m already dead, bambi.”
i roll my eyes, “you’re exaggerating.” taking out my mobile phone, i begin to dial freya’s number, “I’m gonna ask niall and frey to pick us up.”
harry shakes his head, “noooo, i don’t want them to see me like this.”
“you brought this upon yourself,” i remind him.
“you know i can’t turn down a challenge!” he counters, flinching a little by how loud his voice is. “bambi, promise me you’d take care of me.”
“you’re a baby,” i tell him. nonetheless, i take my hand and rub circles against his skin. that seems to be enough as he smiles like an idiot and mutters the words, ‘i know you love me.’
My favorite part for ttwtg is probably something that won’t be posted for a long time. I’d like to call it the turning point of the fic, where the story shifts focus. Obviously, I can’t go into detail without ruining some things, but know that this part is essentially one of the first scenes I had in mind when I first started writing ttwtg. It’s what the entire first half of the story builds to, and I really can’t wait to share that with you.
Also, a close second is probably... should I say it? A very interesting scene between Sloane and Harry, in which Sloane ends up fleeing the room because the only thing running through her mind is “what the fuck.”
[text] there is absolutely nothing wrong with two grown men staying up all night singing karaoke and drink out of juice cartons. don’t judge me. (For Bev and Harry!!!)
bev’s texts are in italic, harry’s texts are in bold.
harry what the fuck are you doing?
i’m sorry?
niall’s instagram
he posted a picture of you two in a dark room
i can hardly see your face but i know it’s you when i saw your two front teeth
stop making fun of my front teeth
i’m not
i love them, remember?
yeah
so, what the fuck are you doing?
are you two singing karaoke?
love, i’ll let you know that there is absolutely nothing wrong with two grown men staying up all night singing karaoke and drink out of juice cartons. don’t judge me.
too late
you two are fucking weird
can’t believe frey and i are married to you both
beverly, you and freya are the luckiest girls on earth - niall
☾☆♡ for we are spirits of a different sort please!!!:)
☾ - sleep headcanon
Harry is the most irritating person to share a bed with ever. Apparently soulmatedness does not encompass bed sharing tendencies, because Harry spread eagles everywhere. At least, he’d tell Zayn, he doesn’t steal all the blankets for his own little cocoon. Well he only got a square foot of the bed, so he deserves the blankets.
☆ - happy headcanon
Harry’s family really likes Zayn. Harry’s been worried about it, because Zayn can be, well, a lot, if he’s not in the right mood, but he underestimated Zayn’s own anxieties about meeting people, and so Zayn’s on his best behavior the first time they come to town. Which worries Harry in its own way, because the polite, quiet Zayn they met isn’t Harry’s soulmate really, not his Oberon--but the next morning they get breakfast and Zayn, more comfortable now, shows more of himself, and Harry’s family still likes him, Gemma questioning him about his grad school plans and Anne asking about his drawing until he’s laughing with them too, and his hand grabs Harry rather than his cuff.
♡ - romantic headcanon
Zayn is a ridiculous romantic and Harry loves it. Zayn will get Harry flowers just because, will send beautiful quotes to Harry because they reminded him of Harry, will spin him around and kiss him in a full movie style. He might not remember anniversaries always, but he doesn’t do anything halfway, and he loves like he lives, wild and unpredictable and overwhelming, and it keeps Harry on his toes and he adores it.
the amazing @standingfacingwest tagged me in this, so here we go! :) It’s your favorite “put your Spotify / iTunes on shuffle, answer the questions, and tag people” game!
The first song describes how you die.
Bend & Break (Basto Remix) - Basto vs. Keane
The second song describes your love life.
My Heart - Paramore
The third song will be played at your wedding.
Gotta Be You - One Direction (LOL WAIT IDK IF I SHOULD BE HAPPY OR SAD ABOUT THIS ONE)
Add “in my pants” to the title of the fourth song.
Cool (In My Pants) - Gwen Stefani (AHAHSDLKFJSDKf)
The fifth song will be played at your funeral.
Bad Chick - SoMo (aye)
The sixth song is your theme song.
Cough Syrup - Young the Giant
The seventh song will be played when you think about someone you love.
In The Air Tonight - Phil Collins (WELL THEN)
Add “with a shovel and a screwdriver” to the title of the 8th song.
Reindeer(s) Are Better Than People (With A Shovel and a Screwdriver) - Jonathan Groff (This sounds like a Christmas song from Panic! At the Disco.)
The ninth song describes your week
Baby Boy - Sean Paul featuring Beyonce (HAHAHAHHAAHA, oh god, I wish this was accurate.)
Theme song will be played when you miss someone.
Best Thing I Never Had - Beyonce (AYYYYYEEEEE!)
For this, Idk who’s done it, so ignore this if you’ve already done this. But I’ll tag @showingthroughtome @haroldjagger and @indiepoptrash ! :)
3. What is your absolute favorite kind of fic to write?
i’ve answered this but again, i love love love writing haters to lovers fic!!!
6. First fic/pairing you wrote for? (If no pairing, describe the plot)
i... the first fic i’ve ever written is for jonas brothers’ fanfic and the pairing is... demi/joe and i can’t remember the plot, however. but as for 1dff, the first pairing i wrote is harry/ofc and it’s called fading which is on 1dff :)
