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Omg, thank you so much! I haven’t been very active lately but I still cherish this blog so much, I might have some inspo and post something soon 🥰

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Heyyy :) Could you maybe write a Liam Oneshot where he and Y/N have been best friends in school but then he got famous and they lost contact, then after like 7/8 years they meet again and he finally realises and confesses that he has been in love with her the whole time? I would appreciate that sooo much

Just posted! Thanks for the request <3

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Imagine #19 All roads lead to you – Liam / Requested

This was requested by anon :) I hope you enjoy it!

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It was just another regular day to you. You woke up early, went to work, and were now grabbing pastries at your favorite coffee shop. You had your eyes glued to your phone, answering a few e-mails, mindlessly reaching for the bag of muffins the barista had set on the counter. You snapped back to reality when you felt a stranger’s hand touch yours. In shock, your head quickly turned, from his tattooed hands to his familiar face.

Everything happened fast, but you felt like the world was in slow motion. “Liam?” Your voice choked. “Y/N?” The stranger said, dropping the bag of muffins on the ground. You crouched to pick the bag up while he apologized. That man was no stranger to you. That was Liam Payne, your best friend from high school, a world famous superstar. You hadn’t seen him for almost a decade. Ever since you had driven him to his X Factor audition, you lost contact. He was becoming more and more famous each day, and you had been accepted into the college of your dreams. Life had drifted you apart.

“Y/N, I can’t believe this. It’s been what, seven or eight years?” He said. You didn’t answer right away; your mind was swarming with different thoughts. “Yeah..” You managed to say, in an uncertain voice. “What have you been up to? I mean, besides being one of the most famous singers on the planet.” He laughed at your statement and motioned to the table nearby, where you both sat, facing each other.

“Well, life’s been a bit crazy, really” Liam said. “With touring, writing songs, doing interviews, I feel like I never have free time to just sit at a coffee shop and hang out. But please, tell about your life.” “My life? Well I’m sure it’s not as fun as yours…” “Of course not! I’d love to hear about what you’ve accomplished since our high school days.” After all this time, Liam hadn’t changed a bit. Always down-to-earth, more curious about listening to you than talking about his (most certainly) glamorous life. Life hadn’t been exciting to you. Sure, you had a nice job, hung out with friends… but there was always something missing… or someone. “Oh, you know… I think you remember I got into my dream university? After that I got an internship, moved out of our small town… and now I’m here.”

“And even though my life was completely different, here I am. With you. It seems like no matter what, all roads lead to you.” Liam said, looking into your eyes. You could feel the sincerity in his voice, and a blush creeping up on your cheeks. "Y/N, I didn't get the chance to tell you this back then. And I'm not gonna let you go again this time."

"Liam, what do you mean?" You choked out, tears filling your eyes. "I mean, Y/N, that I love you. I always did. And I never stopped thinking about you and what could've been. And I hope you feel the same... What I'm saying is: would you like to go on a date with me?"

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Drabble #1 - Zayn

Zayn loved to read books. He'd read every kind there was: classics, mysteries, biographies. He just loved feeling the rawness of pages flipping against his fingers, the smell of old paper dancing in the air. He'd choose a book from his extensive collection and sit on the balcony, the warm sun bathing his body. The only time he wasn't smoking was when he was reading. Books were like a drug, transporting him into another world, another reality, leaving all his problems behind; and it was addicting. Zayn would always feel the need to carry a book with him, or a journal, so he could scribble his own stories. That's how you and Zayn met: in a library. He was wandering around, looking for a book he had never read. You were fixing the mess he was making, putting the books back in their right places. After a while he noticed you, and started messing the shelves on purpose, just so you'd be closer to him. It worked out really well, because four years later you were still by his side.

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MASTERLIST

Imagines - All, Harry, Liam, Louis, Niall, Zayn          #1 Netflix and chill - Louis          #2 If I could fly - Harry          #3 Hawaiian tropic - Liam          #4 Ice ice, baby - Louis          #5 Guns and roses - Liam          #6 You make me strong - Louis / Requested          #7 Let my body do work - Liam          #8 Sweet like cinnamon - Harry          #9 Slow Hands - Niall          #10 Sweet Creature - Harry          #11 Suit and Tie - Liam          #12 Prom - Niall          #13 A-YO - Harry          #14 My boyfriend’s in a band - Harry / Requested          #15 The Lost Nightingale - Harry / Requested          #16 Midnight driving - Harry / Requested          #17 Little White Bars - Zayn          #18 House Party - Liam          #19 All roads lead to you - Liam / Requested

Preferences - All

         #1 His favorite sport          #2 His favorite movie          #3 High School Years          #4 You and his family          #5 Aesthetics          #6 The way he kisses you          #7 Night Changes          #8 His YouTube Channel

OneShots - All, Larry

         #1 They don’t know about the I love you’s - Larry

Drabbles - All, Zayn

         #1 - Zayn

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Imagine #18 House Party - Liam

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***smut***

Since turning 21, you started going to wild parties with your friends. Although you preferred staying at home and watching movies, you enjoyed drinking and hanging out with your besties. Every party they would try to set you up with someone, but you weren’t looking for anyone right now. That is, until tonight.

You had been talking to a girl you knew and felt as if you were being watched. Since your friend noticed it too, you switched places so you could see better the person who had been looking at you the whole night. “That’s Liam Payne”, she whispered, “he’s friends with Harry, if you wanna talk to him”. “No, that’s okay. I’m not trying to get a boyfriend right now”, you answered. “I think you should at least talk to him… maybe make a new friend…” “Fine! I’ll say hi to him. But if he tries anything, we’re leaving.”

You grabbed a red cup, half-full of gin and soda, and started walking towards the couch. The ugly pleather couch sunk under Liam, who held a glass of whiskey between his thighs. He noticed you approaching him, eyeing you behind his glasses. You sat beside him on the small sofa, placing your drink on the table. “So, you finally decided to come and talk to me?” He asked, playfully bumping his knee into yours. “If you really wanted me to talk to you, why didn’t you come to me yourself?” “Well, I didn’t want to bother you.” “You were bothering me, staring at my back the whole night.” “Hold up, it’s just... Harry said he knows you, and I was thinking of asking him to introduce us… but you’re just so beautiful, I didn’t think I stood a chance.” 

You didn’t even realize your body language changing while he was talking. You had loosened your posture, and you were leaning towards him. “Oh, I’m sorry. I’m just not looking for anything serious right now, so every time a guy even tries to say 'hi' I just shut him down immediately. I’m really sorry. I’m Y/N, by the way.” “Nice to meet you, Y/N. I’m Liam.” He jokingly extended his hand to you, and you shook it.

“So, Liam, what are you doing in this trashy party?” “Oh, my mates love coming here. Free drinks and pretty girls, you know? I usually stay at home but it’s my mate Niall’s birthday so I couldn’t say no. Guess it wasn’t that bad, I ended up meeting you.” “Okay, now you’re trying too hard”, you laughed. “Sorry, I’m not the best at flirting”, he said, rubbing the back of his neck. You noticed the dimples in his smile, and how his eyes would squint when he laughed. You smirked. “That’s fine. I’m great at it.” You cupped his jawline, turning his head towards you. You leaned in, kissing his soft lips slowly. He placed the tips of his hand on your lower back, pulling you closer ever so slightly, deepening the kiss. The faint taste of alcohol lingered on your mouths, your tongues mixing a cocktail of gin, whiskey and lust.

You placed your right leg over his lap, your bodies getting even closer. The kiss was getting hotter, but you couldn’t stop. “Do you wanna go to a bedroom upstairs?”, Liam asked. “Yeah”, you breathed out. The lenses of his glasses were foggy, and he removed them, revealing wide-pupiled brown eyes. He got up, lifting your leg from his lap and taking your hand with his. “C’mon”, he whispered, helping you up and walking towards the stairs. A few drunk people were blocking the steps, but no one seemed to really notice you passing by them. 

Liam took you to the first room on the left, a small bedroom with a single bed. He kept the lights off but half-opened the window, a ray of moonlight shining on an empty wall. He sat on the bed with his legs stretched out while you locked the door. You climbed on the foot of the bed, crawling over Liam and sitting on his lap, his legs between yours. Without saying anything, you started making out as deeply as you were downstairs, your bodies finally touching each other completely. Liam had his hands around your waist under your shirt, sometimes stopping to squeeze your ass. Your left hand was grabbing on his soft hair, while your right hand held onto his muscular bicep. You were unconsciously grinding on his lap, all the fabric between you making the feeling almost unbearable.

He took the edges of your shirt and lifted them, you putting your arms up to help him. With smaller kisses, you unzipped his jacket, and took off his t-shirt, taking a moment to run your hands over his torso. You got up to remove your pants, and he did the same. He then laid on the bed with his arms behind his back, allowing you to look at his defined body, covered with nothing but tattoos and white boxers. You laid on top of him, using your arms to support your upper body so you could look at him. He unclasped your bra and you switched positions, Liam now hovering over you. He placed a kiss between your breasts and cupped one of them, giving it a very soft squeeze. His mouth searched yours, and you went back to kissing. He slid off your panties and took off his own underwear, stopping for a moment to luckily find a condom in the drawer of the nightstand.

Liam hitched up your legs, bringing your knees close to his shoulders, and you rested your feet on his back. He aligned himself with your entrance, looking at you before thrusting in. You nodded, reassuring him, and he entered you, slowly, fully. You grabbed his face and kissed him eagerly, while he started to fuck you in a steady pace. The party was loud downstairs, but the noise was drowned by your soft moans and his deep groans, filling the small room. Liam lightly bit your bottom lip, and in return you dragged your nails on his shoulders. He gave you a trail of kisses, from your mouth, to your neck and collarbone, each one of them punctuated by a strong thrust, filling you with his thick cock. You could feel him going faster, both of you close to reaching your high. He grabbed your waist, digging his fingers in your hips, and thrusted even faster, coming, with you reaching your orgasm briefly after. 

He was panting on top of you, and you gave him some space to lie beside you on the bed. You stayed like that for a while; hazy, looking at the moonlight, your fingers grazing each other. You weren't looking for a boyfriend, but you wouldn't mind being with Liam. Even if just for tonight.

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Preference #8 His YouTube Channel

Harry: Cooking channel. "Hello my loves, welcome back to my channel!" Harry said with his deep voice. He always wore a white frilly apron that had 'Styles' embroidered in red. "Today I'm gonna teach you how to make a delicious chicken casserole! First, you're gonna need the ingredients that are on your screen right now." With his experience as a baker, passion for cooking and loving personality, Harry was the biggest FoodTuber in the U.K. 

Liam: Fitness guru. “What’s up everybody! On today’s video I’m gonna share my morning workout routine with you, stay tuned!” Liam's videos were very well edited, so his excersises would be inspiring and uplifting. He would make sure all his advice and information were safe for the public, and he had a lovely body-positive speech. Liam wanted his subscribers to feel good about themselves, and to love fitness as a hobby, not as a chore.

Louis: Prank channel. “Hey guys! Today we have to be very quiet because we’re hidden in my mate Liam’s house. Earlier I filled every room of his place with packing foam and cannot wait to see his reaction!” Louis was very popular on YouTube for his harmless pranks, usually on his unsuspecting friends, Niall and Liam. Even though his videos were family friendly – except for all the cursing -, Louis was always involved in some kind of drama, either for dating problematic beauty gurus or just being shady all the time.

Niall: Music covers. With his messy hair and even messier room, Niall would do music covers on his guitar. His audience was very small, but loyal. He loved to sing Ed Sheeran, Fleetwood Mac and Michael Bublé, but would often play some of his original songs. He loved to do live streams and catch up with his subscribers. He had hopes of being discovered one day, and touring the world.

Zayn: Drawing tutorials. Zayn’s videos were very calm, with soft R&B music as a background for drawing time lapses and occasional voiceovers. He didn’t show his face for most videos, only his tattooed arms were in frame, art themselves. Although his most watched videos were watercolor paintings, Zayn didn’t care about numbers, and would much rather do spontaneous graffities on his blank walls.

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Imagine #17 Little White Bars - Zayn

***TRIGGER WARNING: Weed consumption***

(song belongs to Terror Jr.)

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***song imagine (kinda)***

"I wanna see the faces you make when the lights are off" Zayn said, holding the blunt. "I just think you're too high to make sense" You answered. You were both in the backseat of his car, parked in front of his childhood home. The windows were rolled up and the car was full of smoke, engulfing both of you. Zayn had his legs spread and you were resting your left foot on his thighs. "Y'know, I've fallen in love with this city" You said to break the awkward silence. He passed you the joint. "Sometimes I feel like the world is going to leave me" He replied, not making any sense. "I feel trapped inside this car, and at the same time I feel very far away from you. Like I'm stuck somewhere I don't know" Zayn continued. The street was very dark, with only two lampposts on, the lights shining orange circles on the black pavement. "It feels like a movie, right? It feels real, although you know it's fake. A crappy, late-night TV movie that you want to turn off but you don't. And you just don't know why you're not reaching for the remote and turning it off. You just let it be in front of your eyes" "So you feel the same way, Y/N?" Your friend asked. "About what? Life? Or having sex with you?" "Neither I guess. Or both. How do you feel?" "I feel hazy... it's probably the weed. And the thinking." "Y/N, stop dodging the question. I wanna have you, right here, right now. I might never have the courage to ask you again, so please, answer me." "Then shut up and just kiss me already."

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Two year anniversary

Today this blog turns two! Thank you so much for all your support, requests and love ❤

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Imagine #16 Midnight driving - Harry / Requested

This was requested by @reagyisawesome :) I hope you enjoy it!

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You worked at two jobs to pay for your studies and small apartment. You saved every extra penny to be able to buy a car one day. It had always been your dream to have one, but as a broke college student, everyday you seemed to be getting further away from your goal.

Your birthday was coming up, and all of your friends were asking what you wanted for a gift and you jokingly replied that they could pay for your electricity bill. You said it as a joke, but that would actually be helpful. Your boyfriend Harry, on the other hand, wouldn't stop bothering you about it.

"Y/N, seriously, what do you want for your birthday? A new bag, a pair of shoes, a book?"

"Nothing! I just want to spend the day chilling with you. That would be perfect."

"Well at least let me take you out for dinner!"

"Okay... but nothing too fancy! Maybe we could have a midnight picnic by the lake? Just us, under the stars, drinking some wine..."

"Anything for my princess!" Harry pulled you in for a hug.

***

When your birthday came, Harry met you with a bouquet of roses. His car had a delicious scent from all the food he brought to your picnic. Having arrived there, he set up the food on a blanket: sandwiches, pastries, a cake, some fruit, chocolate and a bottle of red wine.

"Happy birthday, my love." He whispered in your ear before kissing you deeply.

"I love you so much, Harry."

"I love you too. And I have a surprise for you." He handed you a small white box with a silk ribbon. You opened it up and found keys - keys to a Rolls Royce.

"Oh my God! Haz, I - I can't believe it! I mean, you can't! You can't give me a car."

"Of course I can, baby. You work hard, study hard, you deserve it! You deserve the whole world."

You hugged your boyfriend, thanked him and you spent the rest of your night drinking, kissing, and talking under the stars.

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Please make one about Harry and make it cute thanks

Sure! ❤

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Imagine #15 The Lost Nightingale - Harry / Requested

This was another request by @stylesbarbies​ :D I hope you enjoy it!

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"Okay Kourtney, now it's time for us to play a game called 'Spill Your Guts or Fill Your Guts'" James Corden said, followed by the crowd cheering. "First, we're gonna need some people to play with. Ladies and gentlemen, promoting their new movie 'The Lost Nightingale', please welcome Y/N and Harry Styles!" The band played while you and Harry walked into the stage, waving at the public and sitting down at the table, across from James and Kourtney Kardashian. Looking at the food on the table - if you can even call that food - you felt your stomach twist.

"So, today we have an amazing selection just for you guys: bull's penis, bird saliva, beef tongue, fish head, sardine smoothie, chicken feet, a delicious 1000-year-old egg and, of course, durian, which I don't even know what is." The crowd was making mixed noises of disgust and laughter. "Y/N, would you like to start by asking me a question?"

 "Sure, I guess" You laughed nervously. "James, I'm giving you... the bird saliva"

 "Tasty" Harry added, making the public laugh even more.

 "So, James, you always dodge this question, but it's either this or making Kourtney drink bird saliva with you; 'What was your least favorite guest on Carpool Karaoke?'"

"You can't say it was me, 'cause we kissed and I know you liked it" Harry winked at James, who was containing a smirk. 

"James, my mom is a manager, she would advise you not to answer that. I'll drink the bird saliva" Kourtney picked two glasses, handed one to the host and they toasted, before taking a small sip while the crowd made gagging noises.

 "I cannot believe you actually drank it! Now I'm scared" You said.

"Well, you better be, 'cause the next question is for Harry;" James announced. "and I see him eyeing that bull penis." The public chanted 'nooo'. Harry was trying not to laugh. "What's wrong, Harry?"

"It's just... so small" Harry said, covering his face with his hands while everyone laughed.

"Harry, - oh, you're not gonna answer that - 'Who's your least favorite member of One Direction?'"

"Oh God, you can't answer that, Harry" You said. "We should eat - I cannot believe I'm about to say this - we should eat the bull's penis." 

Harry picked two bull penises and handed one to you. "Thanks for being a mate!" You both put them in your mouths and you immediately gagged. It was really chewy and tasted like raw meat. You quickly grabbed the bucket to spit it out, and then handed the bucket to Harry, who also spat.

"It's time for my revenge..." Harry picked up a card and spun the table, so that the chicken feet were in front of Kourtney. "Ms. Kourtney Kardashian, I'm gonna be direct with my question: 'Is your little sister Kylie pregnant?'"

The whole crowd went "oooooh" and James got red, already knowing he'd have to eat the chicken feet.

"Sorry James, but I drank the bird saliva for you! Now it's time to return the favor!" Kourtney picked up one feet and carefully bit one of the claws, while James nervously laughed. Kourtney spat on her napkin and James looked at the public while he jokingly licked the chicken's feet, gagging.

"Okay, that's enough! You're gonna make me puke!" You intervened.

"Guys we only have one more question left! Kourt, would you like to do the honors?"

"I'd love to! Y/N, I think you want a taste of that sardine smoothie"

"Oh God, please don't be an embarrassing question!" You moaned, making the audience laugh.

"Y/N, do you and Harry kiss in your new movie?"

You sighed in relief. "Actually, to know the answer to this question, you'd have to go to the nearest theater to watch our period-drama 'The Lost Nightingale'!"

"There you have it guys! This was 'Fill Your Guts or Spill Your Guts' with Kourtney Kardashian, promoting her new clothing brand, and Harry Styles and Y/N, promoting their new movie 'The Lost Nightingale'! Go check it out, it's an amazing movie and it's in theaters everywhere!"

***

"That was so stressful!" You said to Harry, laughing. "I don't think I've ever been this nervous on a talk show before."

"Well, you better prepare yourself for tomorrow, 'cause we're playing 'Never Have I Ever' on Ellen."

"I know! I'm already getting anxious because of that. At least it'll be fun, and we won't have to eat anything weird."

"So, Y/N, you wanna grab some drinks tonight?" Harry asked.

"I'm sorry, but I'm so tired of doing interviews all day long, I'm just going to my hotel room and sleep early. I'll see you tomorrow, maybe we can go to a bar after Ellen!" You waved Harry goodbye and went to you hotel room.

***

"We're back with Harry Styles and Y/N, promoting their new period-drama 'The Lost Nightingale'!" Ellen DeGeneres announced, and the whole crowd cheered. "You both have your paddles, I'm gonna ask you a question and you're gonna choose 'I have' or 'I have never'. Let's start: 'Never have I ever written a song about an ex'"

"Oh, come on" Harry sighed. "That's so unfair!" He put up the 'I have' sign, hiding his face behind it.

"I'm glad you're being honest Harry, last time you were here you weren't as much." Ellen said, laughing. "'Never have I ever had a crush on a co-star'"

Both you and Harry put up the 'I have' sign. "So, with each other?" Ellen joked. "Actually, I played George Clooney's daughter in a movie once and I had the biggest crush on him" You confessed, blushing. "But nowadays we're really good friends. How about you, Harry?"

"Oh, it was Cillian Murphy while we were shooting 'Dunkirk', he has the dreamiest eyes I've ever seen." Harry laughed.

"'Never have I ever gone skinny dipping'"

You both put the 'I have' sign up again. "I mean, who hasn't?" You said motioning to the audience, making them laugh. "'Never have I ever used someone else's toothbrush'" 

You both put the 'I haven't' sign up. "'Never have I ever stolen something from set'"

You put the 'I have' sign up. "What was it?" Ellen asked. "It was the necklace that my character wears in 'The Lost Nightingale', our new movie that's out in theaters everywhere!"

"Thanks so much for playing, Y/N and Harry Styles! Go check out their new drama, it has great reviews and I can't wait to go see it!"

***

"So, Mr. 'I have a crush on Cillian Murphy', wanna grab those drinks now?"

"I'd love to, Ms. ''The Lost Nightingale' is out in theaters everywhere'.

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Imagine #14 My boyfriend's in a band - Harry / Requested

This was requested by @stylesbarbies :) Hope you like it!

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You climbed off the stage, adrenaline still rushing through your veins. "I can't believe we made it this far" You heard one of your friends say. You didn't answer, and went straight to your dressing room. You sat on a chair and looked at yourself in the mirror. You and your band had just started your tour with One Direction. A small-town girl group was now playing for thousands and thousands of people on huge revenues. Your thoughts were interrupted by someone abruptly opening the door. "Oh, sorry" Harry mumbled with his deep voice. "My dressing room is right next door, I-I must've made a mistake. Anyway, um... you did amazing tonight, you're really talented and... great job." He then left the room, one of your bandmates coming inside, closing the door behind her.

"Harry has been acting so weird lately." You said to her. "He's been acting weird around you" She hit back. "I think it's kinda cute" "Ooh, look at that! Y/N has a crush on Harry! And he also has a crush on her! I can't wait to tell everybody" She said jokingly, leaving your dressing room running. "No way! Come back here" You tried to say, but she was already gone.

You brushed it off and focused on getting your stuff to go back to the hotel. You decided to go to Harry's room to have a low-key celebration, since you had another concert tomorrow. Once everybody was ready, you split into two groups and went back to the hotel in separate vans. Having arrived at Harry's room, you sat on the floor, waiting for Niall to come back with the alcohol. Meanwhile, Louis grabbed a water bottle that was on the nightstand and proclaimed: "Everybody, it's time to play... SPIN THE BOTTLE!" He settled the bottle on the table and spun it, landing on Liam. "Payno," Louis started with a smirk, "Is it true that Y/N has a crush on our curly friend Harold?" "Louis! That's not fair!" You stated. "Anyway, that's not true." "Oh, Y/N, now you're gonna pretend you don't have a crush on Harry?" "Guys, please, don't do this" Harry asked. "Okay, we'll stop bothering the two lovebirds." Louis said. "If... you spend seven minutes in heaven. To, you know, sort things out." "Y/N, you don't have to do this" Harry pleaded. "That's okay, Haz. It's not like we're gonna get married in that closet, right?" You laughed.

Harry walked inside the closet first, with you following close behind. After a little more than seven minutes, you both came out, your messy hair and bright smiles saying it all. This was the start of something special for you and Harry.

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Imagine #13 A-YO - Harry

(song belongs to Lady Gaga)

(not my image)  ***song imagine***

You and Harry were having a barbecue/karaoke party at your house, and by now Harry was already pretty drunk. You saw him drink at least three shots of tequila, so you knew it was only a matter of time until he started behaving more weirdly than usual.

It was Harry's turn to sing, so he stumbled towards the "stage" wearing a pink cowboy hat. You thought to yourself "He's going to sing 'YMCA' again", so you prepared your camera to record whatever shenanigans that were about to start. Harry tried to grab the microphone but missed on the first time; when he finally got a grip of it, he screamed "HEEEEEEERE WE GO WOOOOOO" and you knew exactly what he was going to do.

"I can't wait to smoke you all, whole pack like Marlboro/Blow it in your face/Blow it in your face/Blow it in your," - he stopped mid-verse to wink at you - "Blow it in your face"

He drunkenly shook his ass to the audience, Liam wolf-whistling at him, also drunk.

"I can't wait to rev you up" - Harry pointed at you - "Faster than you can say 'Ferrari'/Tearing' up the gravel/Watch you unravel/Now it's a party" Now Harry was doing - or at least trying to do - some dance moves. He slapped his knees, shoulders and arms, and he looked like he was trying to do the macarena.

"I can't wait to cast my spell" - he dropped to his knees and raised one of his arms - "WHICH ONEEE YOU'LL NEVER TELLLL" - Harry then tried to get up and almost fell, but managed to hold the mic stand - "'Cause I got it covered/City gravy southern/Got you drippin' like no other"

With a hand on his hip, Harry strutted his giraffe legs screaming the song at the top of his lungs.

"Get off on me/My body's got you pleadin'" - he traced his fingers down the buttons of his shirt - "Light me up and breathe in/Mirror on the ceilin'/Off on me/My body's got you pleadin'/Light me up and breath in/Mirror on the ceilin'"

He took off his cowboy hat and threw it to you. "Come here to the stage, baby" He called you. You put on the cowboy hat and quickly grabbed another microphone, just in time for you to sing together.

"A-YO, A-YO/We smokin' 'em all/A-YO, A-YO/We smokin' 'em all/A-YO, A-YO/We smokin' 'em all/A-YO"

"HEEEEEEEEY YO!"

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Imagine #12 Prom - Niall

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The end of senior year was approaching, and with that came thousands of exams and homework, that's why you decided against going to prom. You really wanted to focus on your grades so you could graduate with straight A's, making it easier for you to get in the university of your choice. Your friends, on the other hand, couldn't stop gushing about their boyfriends and prom night. Deep inside you wish you were going too, but you didn't even have a date. Instead of going dress-shopping, you'd spend your afternoons studying with Niall at your place, but he'd mostly just be there for moral support, since he didn't really care about high school. "You know, Y/N," he'd say, "someday I'm gonna be a big artist." "And I'll be on the front row supporting you."

 One day, Niall arrived at your house for your regular study session. He rang your doorbell and you opened the door, only to discover Niall holding a bouquet of flowers and a sign that said "Is it too much to ask for prom with me?"

 You ran towards him and jumped into his arms, kissing him deeply and mentally starting to think about dresses and your new boyfriend slow-dancing with you at prom.

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Imagine #11 Suit and Tie - Liam

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***smut***

The alarm clock rang at 6:00 a.m., just like everyday. Your husband got up to go to work while you stayed in bed. That was the perk of being married to a CEO; you didn't have to work or get up early. You could stay in your pink nightgown all day, drinking wine and waiting for him to come home to dine together. You heard Liam turning on the shower and stretched lazily, still in bed. You were feeling a bit hot, so you kicked the covers and reached for the AC's remote control. After a few minutes he turned off the shower and came out of the bedroom with a towel hanging around his hips. He turned around to face the closet and dropped the towel on the floor, leaving his bare butt out. You jokingly wolf whistled at him and he looked over his shoulder smiling. "Already up babe?" "Yeah, your stupid alarm woke me", you replied. He laughed and walked inside the closet to choose a suit from his extensive collection, and came out wearing a simple but dazzling black suit with a matching tie, a silver Rolex and a black briefcase.

He strode towards the bed to give you a goodbye kiss, but you had other plans. You pulled him by his tie, making him drop his briefcase on the floor, papers and documents flying everywhere. He fell on top of you and you kissed him deeply, already taking off his tie and jacket. You lowered the collar of his shirt and started to suck on his neck, leaving a soft purple mark there. Liam stopped the make out session and looked over to the clock: "6:25... Oh, fuck it" He said, turning over and kissing you. This time he was the dominant one, quickly unbuttoning his shirt while your hands played with the zipper of his pants. As soon as you were done you pulled his pants down, along with his underwear. His fingers left his top and found their way to your panties, putting a couple of fingers inside to tease you. "No time for teasing, Mr. Payne," You said between kisses "Just fuck me already." He happily obliged, aligning his dick with your entrance and putting it in.

Liam's thrusts were fast and uneven. You braced yourself on his shirt, slightly sliding it off of his shoulders. Your bodies were a mess on the bed, arms and legs tangled in a hot embrace, the sheets sticking to your sweaty back. With every movement of his hips you could feel all of him inside you, filling you up. Your nails scratched his back, leaving long red marks. Liam thrusted a few more times before coming inside you, your orgasm following shortly after.

Your husband got up and put on his outfit in a rush, late for work. As he fixed his collar, you couldn't help but notice a hickey on his neck. You giggled and thought to yourself "Well, now everyone's gonna know why he's late."

[liams-10inch]

Liams-10inch here! Thank you so much for adding me to your list of writers! You have no idea how much this means to me... I've always underestimated my writing, it's nice to know someone appreciates it :) 💕

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