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when it’s more than just a crush

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jack harries imagine:

genre fluff

wow it hurts,

it physically hurts to look at him, and wounder, 'what if you were mine for a while.' how would you act, how would he? would he would pull a cheeky smile when you said hello, or laugh at the way you bit you lip when you were confused, and tilted you head like a small creature. Though these thoughts, so addictive and enslaving  they intoxicate my mind. he is like your own personal stash. you cannot share these blissful thoughts though because they make you feel weak, he makes you feel weak. he makes you feel on edge every time you speck and when he thoughts you every little hair on your body stands on end and you crave it. but alas he is your secret, and until you abolish the war torn friendship zone the faster you can feel alive.

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i hate cute couples unless they’re 50% me

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Decended from the heavens- liam payne imagine

A/N hey guys I don't usually post split P.O.V's but I thought it might be nice to switch it up :) don't forget to send me requests or questions, because chances are they will be arranged. hope you guys are well

-mu

Y/N.P.O.V

you sat down at the piano to warm up before your manager came in to inspect your fashion, he somehow found it necessary to change your style to make you a 'star' but this was not the reason you moved to America. You just wanted  to be an alternative singer and make collabes with Ed Sheeran and HAIM, not ware expensive dresses to small studios and sing provocative words at your tender age of 20. starting on some major scales you looked down at your black 'vintage dress' that had a white peter pan collar and then down to your knobby knees that were just covered by white over the knee socks. thinking how much abuse your manager was going to give you. You then tried to find a happy place so you instantly though of toy story. when somebody loved me... ' you began to play.

Liam's P.O.V

"what do you mean we have a deadline can't we just get another player" Zayn shouted. "A it is a public holiday B its stormy outside AND its blowing a gale and we have no conctact references to call, and if Simon doesn't get this by tomorrow edited and all my head is on the chopping block." Gary the producer said in a tamed manor. "why don't I just play" I said quietly                                                                                          "because you have to sing and your goanna help me look for someone who can play" said Niall in a calm voice, he always knew what to do when things got tense.   " you go right and I will go left." Niall winked. walking in a rather fast way, I sliped down the corridor popping my head into what seemed like endless lonely rooms 'this place is a ghost town' I thought to myself. "through the summer and the fall, we had each other that was all" a beautiful voice sprang free of the last door in the hall. 'that is beautiful' I turned my head into the small studio to see a girl with long violet curls cascading down her spine. after a brief moment of awe you remembered why you were there and bursted through the doors.

Y/N.P.O.V

'so the years went by, I stayed to see' BANG the door flew open with a tall cute boy following. "I'm so sorry to interrupt but your voice is heavenly," he said in a familiar British accent, looking me straight in the eyes, his cheeks turned a little pink as he began to speak again. "can you read music or do you just know but and pieces?" he asked in a rather rushed manor. slowly looking up at him I pulled a small smirk onto the corner of my mouth. "Can I read music pfft." he chuckled at my remark and pulled my wrist towards the door. "so you a fan of toy story?" You interrogated, "It is only the best trilogy ever" he replied with a broad smile on his face "Liam, Liam Payne member of one direction." he said sticking out his hand that was previously holding your wrist "um Y/L/N,Y/F/N no title" you sighed. "pleaser" he smiled holding your hand this time leading you towards another studio, a big one mind you. "lads this is Y/N she is from the UK by the sounds of it and may potentially be the next Susan Boyle" he said in a serious tone "wow I could never be like her she is just so... um... cat loving gal I'm more of a dog person and besides she is a way better dancer than me." you giggled and all the boys laughed. a tall man lead you to a piano that had rather difficult sheet music that was poorly hand written but you tried your best. and produced something that made the guy in charge smile with pride. after what seemed like a few minutes turned out to be hours until the producer walked back in. "the editors said that it sounds good, they will pull an all nighter to finish it and I just got of the phone with Ed who apologized and said that his drivers car broke down and to thank who ever filled in because apparently the sheet music was in Morse code that he couldn't even read, and he would have to repay you." he said rather fast like he was in a rush to tell me thanks. "anytime it was really great to meet and work with you guys your not as fake as the tabloids print you to be, and as for Ed just tell him that I don't kneed any favours unless he Knows Ed Sheeran." you laughed jokingly. "wow Liam were did you find this girl" Louis laughed "she kind of just descended from the heavens his said biting his lip

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winter morning dreams - finn harries

You woke to see the bright winter sun flooding through the open blind, creasing your eyes you turned to see Finn laying blissfully unconscious. As you smiled to yourself you began to draw little circles around his warm knuckles. working your way up his arm you wondered what kingdom his dreams reside as he laid there with oblivious affection. when you reached his jaw you stroked down the bridge of his glabella feeling the cold end of his nose. you couldn't help but smile to yourself, his cheeks were rosy and his lips created a small smirk wen you kissed his forehead. "I'm going to the kitchen," you whispered softly. moments later you were in the kitchen putting the kettle on when you felt two strong arms wrap around you waist. "do you want a cuppa?" I said quietly, he nodded and pulled the few strands of hair on your face around your ear, before kissing you on the temple. "I had the best dream last night." 

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Little bird: a dan howell fan fiction

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                                                                              Moving out                                                                           .

The sky was dark and grey as I pulled open the huge curtains rubbing my eyes, reluctantly I sat by the window with my forehead pressed up against the icy glass. There appeared to be little to no life, roaming the back streets and the grumbling havens were not ready to reveal the English sun. Grabbing my runners you pulled on some shorts and a thin jacket and crept towards the door not wanting to wake my aunt. After running for an hour towards an underground station I took to tube up to manor house, than a short train to stoke Newington before continuing my run all the way to Spence bakery. Red faced and puffing I was greeted by a rather cute baker. “How long on sourdough?” I managed on one breath               

“About five minutes, how far did you run?” he asked in a deep mallow tone voice.

“Eight” you breathed

“Eight miles?’ he asked raising an eyebrow.

“Kilometres” I smiled,

Impressed he went to the back to fetch brown paper bags.

“White or grain?” he said with a smile,

“Both!” I replied with a wink after paying the difference I wandered down to the farmers market and grabbed some fresh berries and yogurt. Then I packed it all into a new rusk sack backpack and caught the underground back to Bethnal green, then proceeded down a block or two to the cafe. Fumbling around in my back pack I found my keys and waddled through the door two find my aunt and her boyfriend in the midst of a heated make out session, after both of their faces washed red with embarrassment I rolled my eyes and headed to the kitchen.

“When are you moving out?” my aunt said as she entered the kitchen with her arms folded,

“Ouch, I have a meeting with a landlord today at 12:30, and I have a feeling about this one.” I said with hope flickering in my tone. “That is what you said about the last one” she said rolling her eyes,

“But the last one wasn’t arranged by your boyfriend” I replied.

“Kevin arranged it?” she said surprised,

“Yerh said that the two of them needed a roommate for rent and that I needed a place to stay.”

“Wait did you say 12:30?”

“Yes why?”

“Well it is to 11: 15 now”

“Shit!” Grabbing my bag I ran to the shower, I threw my hair into a messy bun and turned the hot tap on as I got in the shower I let all of the tension in my shoulders fall of my back with the tiny droplets of water. After ten minutes of washing drying and moisturizing I ran into my room to scrounge up an outfit. Selecting a clean denim shirt and a promising pair of black skinny jeans I went over to the vanity to do some makeup. “Do I want to say I’m sophisticated but desperate or desperate yet sophisticated!?!” I yelled across the hall, “not too trashy desperate with a touch of class she yelled back.” Laughing to myself I smoothed over a thin layer of foundation and thinly winged some cat eyes, after putting in my classic blue contacts I grabbed my scarf, beany and penny board and headed to the door. “Cat eyes, minimum blush and delectable perfume I have taught you well” my aunt said as she walk towards the door. “You wish you taught me, I see you found the bread and the new Louis I got” I said pointing at her feet. “They are really cute and you already have a pair like this but brown,” she replied, stubborn like a three year old. “I know the brown ones are in my bag because I can’t ride a penny in them” I said whilst releasing a tiny giggle. “Be safe and text the dets later, we can have lunch in the café if you like?” she said referring to the café down stair that she owned. “I will text you” I said grabbing an Up&Go and a banana from the bench, and then closing the door behind me. After boarding to the underground I caught the tubes down to a park not far from the apartment, after eating on the train I put my hair down which formed soft curls due to the miserable wether. I boarded down to the apartment and slipped on my boots and headed to the door. The apartment was small but looked about 9 stories high, and I was greeted by a rather large lady who had a happy round face “why hello there you must be Patrice? I’m miss King. You look lovely allot nicer than Kevin made you out to be.” My eye slightly twitched whilst I quickly planned out all the things I was going to throw at him when I got home. “You can call me Reece, but it is a pleaser to finally meet you, now I can put a face to the name.” I said trying my hardest not to hate myself for sounding like a total tool. “Well the boys are not thrilled to meet you but I don’t see the fuss, you cook, you clean and it says here on you profile that you are busy in your spare time ‘being awesome’ ” after vaguely remembering skimming most of the question I reviled a cheesy smile as she unlocked the door to the stair well. “On the ground floor we have the Moreau’s; they have the sweetest kids, moved here from France a couple years ago.” She said smiling at the thought of the family, “How many kids?” I asked curiously, I loved kids they were one of my secret loves, in the non-paedophilic way. “Three beautiful kids and a new baby girl” she said with nothing but sheer delight on her face. “Next we have Mason Grey who lives in the second apartment his girlfriend is around there enough though that she ought to start paying rent.” She said clearly not amused. Up another flight of stairs we journeyed to what I think was about the 5th floor. “All these stairs are gonna give me a workout” I laughed, she just panted and smiled in response “and this is your floor, I will be down stairs if you need me if the boys try to scare you off just let me know and I will be up in a jiffy” she said in between hasty breaths. “AND JUST REMEMBER HOLD YOUR GROUND AND THEY WILL LET YOU IN! She shouted nodded and smiled as she went back down the stairs. I took the new key that the woman had given me and jingled into the lock as I heard the door click a small sheet of fear breathed over me ‘I wonder what’s on the other side.’After opening the door I tripped on the carpet and came face to face with a rather pale tall man. “hey there!” he said only 7 centimetres from my face, his hair was raven black and his eyes were a crisp blue, but his eye’s didn’t fool me I saw the small rim around his iris, indicating he was wearing contacts. “Hi” I said putting my hand on his chest and pushing him back two feet to let my eyes adjust. “Phil Lester, it’s nice to meet you, how did you get in my apartment? Are you a subscriber?” he said with a worried look on his face. Confused I tilted my head, “a subscri- what? No I’m a potential new roommate, Reece.” I said sticking out my hand, “okay first off miss king is wrong we really don’t need a new flatmate and second I thought you were a boy!” he said. Thinking about it whilst he led me up one more set of stairs, I only put Reece on the profile. “Sorry for almost falling on you back there, my coordination comes and goes,” I laughed trying to make light of the elephant in the room. “No its fine your super pretty any ways, you don’t sound very English explain?” he said leading me down a hallway into the kitchen. I looked at my feet and tried to form a sentence ‘did he just say ‘super pretty’ what is he 9?’ “um I moved to Brighton from Australia when I was twelve and I got bullied for sounding funny so now I just sound articulate I guess” he then further tried to do an Australian accent which was both demining and hilarious. “So where do you work Miss Reece?”

“well I’m a part time runway photographer, but mainly I work for a cinematography firm in the city, and basically I mediate between sound teams, producers and actors to create the directors vision become a reality” I said cheerfully.

“Whoa that’s so cool what are you working on now?” he said like a child asking about the latest ice cream flavour.

“Well currently I’m working with a director called Paul McGuigan, he created the Sherlock series, so I’m doing a bit of that, and I have just finished up on the fault in our stars so I have just applied for mokingjay” I replied, his face was filled with awe.

“That’s so awesome! Alright you have past the first test.”

“Wait before you make me complete the whole legend of Zelda with your quests and tests, what do you do for a living?” I asked trying to get to know him.

“Well don’t worry you just past 3&4 for knowing about the legend of Zelda. But me and my flatmate work at the BBC but our full time jobs are YouTube! Me and him are youtuber-s” he said with a smile of pride gleaming on his face.

“Youtuber-s?” I asked “do you like answer phone or sort through emails, is that a thing?” I asked. But he just laughed and led me to the kitchen glass door. “So that was the kitchen, and this is my bedroom we won’t go in there though because I’m trying to scare people off.” I giggled in response as he lead me two the next door, “that’s Dan’s room but we won’t invade his privacy.” I was now curious ‘who was Dan… wonder if he is as cute as this kid’ “and this is the bathroom and there is the stair case to the study.”

“More stairs you must be joshing?” he just laughed and led me up to the study, “and this must be the laundry.” I said as we opened another door “yep and this is…” he said in an epic tone whilst opening another door. “Your room!” The room was big and black on all four walls, there was a big bed pushed between the back wall and what appeared to be the stairs to the roof. “There is another way to get into our apartment but we don’t really know the guy that lived up here before us was shot so people don’t usually come up here.”

“Someone was shot up here?!?” I said in a rash tone.

“Yes but don’t worry he died in hospital.” He replied in a cheerful tone.

“Any other questions before I kick down miss King’s door and demand a payment offer.” I said with a huge grin,

“A few” I nodded in approval, “Okay, are you into drugs?”

“No” I said shifting my eyes,

“Can you cook, and if the answer is no than do you like basic food?”

“Yes and yes my aunt Sophie owns a cafe” smiling he preceded.

“Are you prepared to smell boys for eternity and are you prepared to possibly end up on the internet?”

“If it means my own room and vanity I guess so.”

“Welcome aboard!” he said pulling me into a tight embrace. He was a little bit shorter than me he smiled into my clavicle. “I will talk to miss King and I will be moved in before the week is out”

“I look forward to it” he said allowing me to breathe again.

“So where is Sam? No-no Dan was it Dan?”

“Oh he got called into work but he should be done soon, can I grab your number?” he said turning a little pink in the cheeks

“Sure thing!” we swapped phones and typed in our details.

Name: Super Reece

Number:****

When he gave me my phone I found myself at miss kings door not moments later. And it wasn’t long before I was on the tube texting Sophie

<so-Sophie> it is 14:30 did you get lunch<from: Reece <3 >

<to: Reece<3 > nah had it at twelve wouldn’t mind a mochafrap from*bucks though :p<from so-Sophie>

<to so-Sophie> ill grab one for you on my way past <3 <from Reece <3>

<to Reece <3> I <3 u <from so-Sophie>

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A/N

hey everyone this is my first fan fiction! this is chapter one and number two is on the way! I write personal imagines so just message me who and you and a preference and I will write you one!

thanks for reading

it is also on wattpad

http://www.wattpad.com/35624588-little-bird-a-dan-howell-fan-fiction

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