#fuckin angels whispered in my ear and told me to create this

[its-short-for-jackalope]

[george-mackay-macfine]

Park Play

Requested

Synopsis: George and Y/N spend time at the park with their daughter. 

Word count: 1,680

Warnings: Smut / Fluff 

“Honey, I’m home,” George whispered as he walked into our bedroom. I looked up from my book watching as he stripped off his shirt. Unable to look away from the way his muscles moved in his back as he let his shirt fall from his body.

 “Rail me.” I whimpered. 

“As you wish, love.” He slides into me, the sounds he was making were delicious. Low moans and grunts as he thrusts in, stretching you perfectly. You can feel every ridge of his cock against your tight walls, filling you up more than you’ve been before. “Hold on, love.” He whispered as he pushed on my lower stomach. I grabbed onto the chair and held on for dear life as George picked up his pace. “Shit, you’re always so tight, no matter how much I fuck you, Taking me perfectly, baby.”

I crossed my legs, squeezing my thighs together trying to relieve myself from the pooling need between my legs. George sent me a cheeky grin as he unzipped his pants. 

“Have a good day?” I nodded my head, watching as his pants fell to the floor. “Just gonna have a shower, then I’ll come and watch some TV.” 

“Oh, fuck,” I  moan, reaching to grab his arm. “Fuck, fuck. Right there, George. Holy shit.” His right-hand grips my ass holding me in place, while his other pushes my leg towards the ceiling more as he drives himself in, harder and faster than before. I moan at the stinging sensation and he does it again, harder, which only makes you want more. “You like that?” He asks, his voice rough. He slaps me twice quickly, my pussy clenches around him as he keeps at it. “Knew you liked being spanked,” 

“Yes,” I cried, eyes fluttering as his cock moves deep inside of me, hitting a spot that made me moan.

I listened as the shower turned on, leaning off the bed to watch George as his boxers slipped down his legs. His naked back to me. My hand unconsciously slipped down my chest as I watched him lean in to feel the water. 

“My little whore,” he grunted, “Tell me how badly you want to cum,” he says, meeting your eyes.

“I- fuck-” George teases my nipples between his fingers causing me to arch against him. “George I want you to make me cum so badly. Want your cock to make me cum” 

“Gonna scream my name?” He asked, holding his cock out from where I wanted it most, needed it. 

“Yes.” He smirked as he slides his cock along my folds, coating himself in my wetness before sliding back inside, each thrust harder than the last. His moans were the absolutely hottest sound I’d ever heard, and when he grunted in my ear I was done for. 

“Gonna cum, love?” He asks, meeting my eyes. I nod wordlessly, biting down on my lip. “You wanted to scream my name.” He moves my legs so now both resting on his shoulder and absolutely ploughs into me, each thrust eliciting a cry of pleasure.

George looked over his shoulder sending me a wink as he stepped under the water stream. 

 “Oh, fuck,” I cried, Putting a hand on my clit, working it in circles. The circle become desperate, As my orgasm hits, he thrusts deep, rutting against the most sensitive spot. With George applying the perfect pressure I cum harder than ever have before, vision going white, heels digging into his shoulders, it’s so strong that you have tears slipping from your eyes.

“Oh, fuck,” His voice is weak. “Holy fucking shit, baby.” His fingers replace mine on my clit, rubbing quickly, the same feeling hits me and I’m screaming for him. 

“Feel so good.” He grunts one, two, three times more before he finishes at the feeling of me clenching around him, practically collapsing as he ruts his hips against me. “Shit, baby,” he breathes, still inside of me as he brushes my hair from my face.  “Love, do you know what you did?” I shook my head “I made you squirt.” 

“Feel free to join me,” George called over the water. I stood from the bed and began to strip out of my clothes, the only focus of my mind was to have my husband, naked and between my thighs. 

“Oh, I’m sorry?”

“Are you kidding? I made you squirt. The hottest thing you’ve ever done.” He smirked, dropping to his knee’s in front of me, fingers going to my sensitive clit. His fingers spread my folds apart, and he lets out a low moan as he looks at me. “Fuck, baby, my cum’s leaking out of you.” His fingers began to play with it, pushing it back inside. “Taste?” He reached his lips up, pushing them towards my lips. I wrapped my lips around his finger, letting it out with a loud pop. “Did I rail you well enough?” 

“Yes.” I whimpered, as his fingers went back to my clit, fiddling with it. I sat up, wrapping my arms around him. “So well.” I leaned down and kissing his lips. “Happy Honeymoon.”

“Wondering how long it’d take you to join me.” George chuckled as I wrapped my hands around him, my right hand immediately finding his hardened cock. 

“Was reliving our Honeymoon.” 

“Oh yeah?” His voice was breathy as I stroked him. “What about it.”

“How you railed me, and all I could do was beg for more.” 

“Always a needy girl.” He turned around, pulling me under the stream of water. “My needy girl.” He whispered, fingers dragging my bottom lip down. 

“Your needy girl.” George put his hand on my shoulder and softly pushed me down to my knees. I knew what he wanted. I opened my mouth and let him push his cock between my lips and into the warmth of my mouth. 

“Fuckin’ perfect.” He groaned, hands gripping my hair as he softly thrust into my mouth. “Dreamin’ bout this all day.” I pulled my lips off his cock. 

“George.” 

“Yeah, baby.” 

“I need you to do something for me.” 

“What’s that.” I smiled up at him, kissing the tip of his cock. 

“I’m ready.”

“What?”

“I’m ready.” I alluded. George’s eyes widened. 

“You mean.” 

“Stopped the pill a month ago.” 

“Fuckin’ perfect girl.” He growled as he picked me up and carried me out of the shower. “Wanted this so long,” He threw me onto the bed. “Wanted to get your pregnant since I met you, now you’re fucking letting me.” 

“George,” I whined, unable to control my want for him. 

“Can’t wait to fill this perfect pussy with my cum.” 

My cheeks still flushed at the memories of that night, even though it was three years ago. 

“You okay love?” I turned away from the children programme the seemed to be on repeat every day at our house, keeping our daughter entertained. 

“Just thinking about the night we created our masterpiece.” 

“Oh yeah?” My husband raised his eyebrow walking over to me. “Wanna make another one?” 

“Maybe later.” I tapped his chest, “Now go see your girl.” I pushed him towards our baby girl, who sat on the floor engrossed in the TV. 

“Daddy.” Y/D/N squealed as she noticed George walking towards her, attention immediately shifted from the TV to her dad. 

“Hey, bug.” He swept her up into the air, spinning her around. She held her hands out and squealed. 

“Your home.” 

“Of course.” George pulled her into his chest. “How about you, mummy and I go to the park, huh?” 

“Can we mummy?” Y/D/N looked over to where you watched the pair. 

“Of course, why don’t you go get Freddie’s lead, and we’ll take him for a walk?” George put her on the ground, laughing as her little legs took off out of the room to find her beloved puppy. 

“Have I told you how beautiful you look today?” 

“Five times.” 

“You look beautiful.” 

“Six.” I smiled. “But I love you.” 

“I love you.” He whispered. 

“I have her.” Y/D/N cried as she ran into the room, Freddie’s lead dragging behind her, with Freddie at the end of the line. 

“Let’s go bug.” George held his arms out as Y/D/N jumped into his arms.  “Mummy, can you help us?” George looked at me with cheeky eyes as he held Freddie’s lead out to me. I shook my head laughing as Freddie jumped excitedly at the lead. 

“Let’s go.” I smiled once putting the lead on her. Y/D/N and George cheered as we walked to the front door. 

At the park Y/D/N and Freddie chased each other, rolling in fallen leaves and throwing them in the air as George and I watched on. I laid my head on George’s shoulder, watching our baby play in the leaves. 

“She’s perfect,” I whispered. 

“She’s part you, of course, she’s perfect.” George wrapped an arm around me. “You’re a great mum.” 

“Your the best day, spending as much time as you can with her… She’s lucky to have you.” 

“The best thing I ever did.”

“What.”

“Marrying you, getting you pregnant.” 

“Let’s do it again.” George turned to look at me. His eyes were wide. 

“Really?”

“If the making’s as fun as the first time… then of course.” I winked. George chuckled and leaned down to kiss me. 

“Ewwwwwy.” A small voice called away from us. George pulled away, turning to look at our angel who made a face of disgust. 

“Ewwy huh?” George stood up. “I’ll show you eww missy.” He cried running towards Y/D/N. She squealed and began to run away from George who slowed his pace so he didn’t catch her right away. 

“Help me, mummy.” I stood up and ran to her, scooping her into my arms. 

“You’ll never get her,” I called back to George as we ran from him. “I got you baby.” 

“And I got you both,” George called as he tackled us softly bringing us to the ground. “My princess, and my queen.” 

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Choking On Sapphires 90

Characters: Alfie Solomons x Genevieve (OFC)

Title & Song: Right Back Where We Started From

Summary: Genevieve has her Bat Mitzah, a grand celebration with everyone important to her. But Alfie uses the opportunity to turn the already memorable night into something she'll never forget. Song is Maxine Nightingale - Right Back Where We Started From

Warnings/Tags: FLUFF. Bat Mitzvah. LOTS OF FEELINGS. A LOOOOONG awaited chapter. 

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Another Shabbat passes and Genevieve finds herself becoming more and more preoccupied with the planning of her bat mitzvah ceremony. Although simple compared to a traditional bar mitzvah, as she didn’t want to ruffle any feathers with the orthodox and read from the Torah, she still had plenty to plan and worry about. Currently, the location being the biggest concern.

another sigh escapes her, Alfie had lost count of how many now. She hurriedly flipped through the notebook she’d been using to lay out her plans. The little leather-bound book hadn’t left her side for weeks. It was full of speech bullet points and notes for her chosen subject to speak about but she was currently stuck on the list of places left she could choose from. The options were dwindling by the day as they became booked. Every night Alfie would watch her tap her pen on the top line, a sad limp mark through her first pick for where to have her ceremony and party, but she’d been declined.

But he was always the close observer and decided to try his hand at giving her an early bat mitzvah gift. The first of many to come.

“Ya gonna bore a hole in ‘at if ya keep tappin' at it so.” He remarks with glasses sliding down his nose as he side-eyed her from his reclined position.

“I’m feeling so very indecisive about the location.” She sighed out frantically for the umpteenth time that evening. “I have everything else I want but...nothing feels RIGHT.” She clenches a theatrical fist in her conviction.

“You aren’t used to being told no.” He states it as the fact it is.

“I’m afraid I am entirely serious.” She retorts with a frown. “I have full power to customize this but the one thing I want I cannot have. It’s frustrating when this means so much to me.” Her face was round and pouting, pursed lips he thought were rather soft and precious when she was angry.

“I know love, I know. But ya can have whatever you like really. Just gotta know how to get it.” He gives her a pat to her knee in support.

“You would think with how much I’m paying for all this.” She huffs. “This is on par with one of my birthday parties.” She reflects. “Good thing we skipped that this year.” She grumbles. “I’m so perplexed. I’m paying for all this to not get what I actually want.”

“You’re paying for everythin'?” He challenges with an out of place smile.

Gen gives him a look that judges his intellect. “Yes, clearly. I haven’t asked you for so much as a pound have I?”

“I wish someone had told me this before I went and paid for the venue then. Shame, that.” He shakes his head.

“Alfie. I haven’t chosen. My word, have you not been listening at all?”

“You have chosen though. You wanted the museum.”

“And they told me no.” She responds with flushed cheeks. “Repeatedly.” she lets out a frustrated whine.

“Well, I wish someone had informed me of that before I paid for the bloody thing.” He responds to her blustery rant with a confusing indifference.

“Alfie? Are you okay? Are you smelling oranges dear because you are making no sense.” She places the back of her hand to his head.

“I’m makin' perfect sense if you’d just calm down and listen.” He chuckles.

“You said for the museum.” She states again. “But it’s not available.” She insists.

“Say that first part again. Forget the last.” He instructs with high brows as he sets his book aside. The poor thing was so distraught over her rejection she couldn’t see he was handing her the answer to her problems.

“You paid for the museum.” She rushes out.

“Yeah. And again. Slow it down pet, think of the words.” He keeps a fully amused look on his face.

“You paid for the museum.” She repeats slowly. “But…?” Her brows furrowed in question.

“I paid for the museum. For you to have the bat mitzvah ceremony there, love. I asked them and with a bit of persuasion, they said yes. You’re gonna have the museum.” He has to clarify in basic terms for her rapid-fire brain to grasp onto.

She blinks in a rush of realization. “You got the..?” She stammers.

“You have your heart set on it and I was tired of watching you lament every night about not getting it. This is important and I want it to be as close to perfect as it can for ya.”

“You…?” She whispers.

“Yes. With some exhortation, I managed to talk them into it.”

“You…?” She stammers again.

“Oui.” He lets out a laugh this time. “dois-je le dire en français pour que vous compreniez?”

“Oh Alfie, darling.” She coos, one hand to her chest and the other to his cheek.

“That’s more like it.” He smirks, reaching to hold her hand and kiss it.

“Oh bless you Alfie, you thoughtful man.”

“Nah. I just pay attention’s all. Not gonna let me own woman not have the bat mitzvah she wants. What sort of man would I be?”

“You wouldn’t be Alfie Solomons.” She smirks softly and kisses his cheek.

“Fuckin right love” he grunts and nods.

She chuckles against his cheek. “Oh, darling you’ve made me so happy.” She coos and nuzzles her nose into his ear. “Shall have to start calling you, Sweet Solomons.” She grins and kisses his cheek.

“Oh go on Genny.” He puts on a mean face but soaks up the affection. With her hands in his beard and hair, she turns his face to hers.

“Thank you. I love you. This means the world to me, darling.”

“I’m glad you’re happy.”

“And all because of you.”

“Was nothin'.”

“And modest! My goodness!” She chuckles and squeezes his cheeks, giving him a soft and affectionate kiss to his pouted lips.

“Man's gotta have his values.”

“Even a man like you.” She kisses him again and speaks softly.

“Even me.” He answers in a muffled voice before she takes her time, slow kisses to his plush lips that make him hum with content.

————-

Gen stood tall on her pedestal in her closet, Freddie tending to the last minute adjustments for the embellished gown he’d created for her.

“These stones are being little buggers.” He mutters, keeping his thin face focused on the hem of the silk and beaded gown. It fell to the floor in a pearlescent puddle around her feet, Sheer little sleeves and a silver hue throughout that made her skin and hair stand out against its paleness.

“I can’t say enough good fings bout it, Fred.” Alfie captures their attention as he comes in freshly showered, slicked and perfumed with his trousers and white shirt on.

“You could try.” He smirks and Alfies face is kind and amused. The dress fit her like a glove, a band of embellishment around her waist and everything loose and flowing around her, she looked like an angel. He wasn’t one to get emotional about such things but perhaps the significance of the occasion was wearing the old boy down. He’d heard Gen practicing her speech, speaking of growth and change and finding meaning in the chaos of life and perhaps he was swayed to reflect himself. Tonight was a rather important night for both of them.

“Would you think it brash of me to suggest some pieces for you to wear with this, Chanah?” Her only been calling her by her given name all day and Gen couldn’t find it in herself to mind. She watches him looking through the glass-topped drawers at her collection of jewels.

“As long as I retain the right to turn them down, Certainly no.” She gives him a warm smile as she stays still for the sake of Fred’s sanity.

“‘Course.” He says obviously with his usually gruff tone. “I only had suggestions. I saw that dress and thought of certain pieces as soon as my eyes took it in.” He elaborates with a shaking hand as he moves about the circular space and collects pieces in his hands.

“I think that has it for now. I’ll have my kit with me all night. Won't have you looking a bead out of place if I can help it. Tonight’s too important. You’ll have photographs and I refuse to have you look anything short of angelic.” Freddie speaks with a pointed finger as he gathers a small satchel with beads, stones, and thread.

“It is gorgeous and it will be perfect. Thank you, Cheri.”

“Don’t make me cry just yet.” He protests with an exasperated voice as she takes his hand and kisses it.

“Not yet.” She shakes her head and pats his hand before releasing it.

“I’m off to change. I’ll be at the door waiting for you for the last check before your entry.”

“Lovely.” She says softly as she runs her hands down the textured surface of the gown.

Distracted, Fred has a whirling list of things to do in a short amount of time and is muttering to himself as he leaves.

“He’s a mess, bless him. He doesn’t handle sentimental occasions very gracefully.” Gen observes with a fond by pitying expression.

“He has a lot of heart, that Fred.” Alfie nods and agrees. “But I wanted to speak of yours while we had a moment, love.” His voice is cool and even, demanding her to him as he holds out his hand and she steps off the raised platform.

“What of it Ari?” She implores with inquisitive eyes.

“I wanted to give some significance tonight to what you wore. Jewels wise. I wanted to bring a bit of me into the ensemble. Even if it is a bit of a prick thing to say on such an occasion now that I say it out loud.”

Genevieve smiles and insists he’s incorrect with a shaking head, her long hair cascading down her shoulders. “Don’t be silly. You were so crucial in getting to this point. I value your input so please share.” She holds both his hands in hers and gives them a squeeze.

“As you wish, my love.” He gives her a rather formal nod and turns to start with one piece. “I would like to first recommend Sapphires for such an occasion.” Be announces loudly as if he were presenting to a group, But only Genevieve was in his company. “I believe your favorite stone, Yeah?” She nods with a gentle smile as he brings forth a ring she knows well. “I would suggest this first.” He puts the ring onto her finger and holds her hand, the warmth was felt not only through his skin but in the mild crinkle around his eyes as he spoke. “You wore this the first night you accompanied me out. I couldn’t make up me mind if I wanted to stare at you or your jewels and that is sayin’ somethin’ Both for your taste and your beauty, love.”

She leans forward to kiss his cheek and gives him a smile that disarms him as her soft hands rub against his hardened ones. “I’ll always remember that night.” She speaks softly. “Lovely choice.” She praises.

“And ‘is. A bit farther down the line.” He holds the long and weighted large sapphire stone encased in a halo of tiny diamonds. “You wore this the night I took you to the opera.”

“The night I cried like a baby at the show.” She huffs out a laugh to herself.

“The night I found myself truly mesmerized by you, love. Such softness under that wild exterior. Like a weeping angel, you were, yeah?” He gives a gentle pat to her cheek and she nuzzles into it with a soft kiss. “The last. So far the most important.” He begins with the teardrop Sapphires earrings that dangle from Diamond studs. “Our trip to Paris.” He says with a fond nostalgia in his voice. He puts them on her with strong and steady hands. “My promise to never make you cry real tears, only those of stone.” He pauses and takes her hands again. “I’ve not kept that promise I’m afraid.” He frowns.

“We cannot know the future Ari. As badly as we might want to. You know anything that caused me to shed tears that you caused is forgiven. You’ve only ever had my best interests at heart. That’s worth more than the mere falling of tears.” She squeezes his hands and he nods, not fighting her on it and deeply Proud of her understanding of him and their life together. “I recall it as the best time I’ve ever had with a man in Paris. When we told one another we loved the other.” She speaks softly from the heart and puts her hand to his cheek. “Where we danced by the Seine and played pretend like children to be married.” She sighs, her eyes misty at the fond memories.

“Oi, I recall. You becomin' my real-life fantasy of Lily Lafitte.” He gives her a soft smile.

“The only man I’ve ever introduced to uncle as well.” She adds with a nod of her chin.

“Speak of the Devil,” He smirks, “He and your mum will be there today.”

“Really?” Her band drops to his chest and her eyes go wide. “Mother wasn’t sure if she’d be able to, What with George being difficult with her leaving.”

“I believe a promise from Altar Lafitte when I hear it. He and Alma will be here this evening.”

“Oh, Ari.”She tears up and wraps her arms around his neck. “You’ve made everything so perfect already. I’ll be owing you after tonight.” She teases and kisses his cheek.

“It’s nothin if it’s to make you happy Chanah. You know within reason and reality I’d do anyfin' to make you so, yeah?”

“You lovey gentleman. You absolute mensch.” She nuzzles her nose against his. “I couldn’t think of a single thing you could do to make me happier tonight.” She whispers as she kisses him gently.

“There’s always somethin', Chanah.” He smiles and kisses her cheek innocently. “Always more I can do for a woman like you.”

—————

Her entrance was dramatic with musical accompaniment in the grand style she was known for. The lights hitting her gown just right in the golden hour as she ascended the decorated stone steps.  Alfie stood in her shadow and watched as she was received by every sort of Jewish folk in London. Altar brought a few of the French family members and the east end roughians that worked for Alfie got to stay as long as they behaved. The posh wealth were in attendance as well, some out of good wishes and some to see if things would fall apart, either was fine with Alfie if they were giving her money.

Her art of religious text was spotted throughout the room, some for sale and others just for show. Flowers cascaded over columns and tables as the smell of lavender filled the air with their pastel palette warmed by late summer heat. The tall room with its giant windows and painted ceiling were a perfect setting to the important ceremony, stained glass cascading down jewel-toned light as the sun set and Genevieve became a woman.

After being greeted with loud hugs and kisses by some she hadn’t seen since she was a child.  A beaming Altar and a weeping with joy Alma allow her to be pried from their grasp by Alfie who adjusts her jewels and tenderly asks if she’s ready.

Genevieve Chanah Lafitte was formally inducted into the community with a short but praising introduction by her mentor Rabbi Gold. She gave a beautiful speech, all tying back to her studies and Rabbi Golds teachings over the past year or so. She spoke of growth and change, of tradition and finding one’s place in the world. She ghosts over the bad, only mentioning she hasn’t had an easy sort of life. She tells tales of the good with a charming smile. She chooses to focus on her mitzvah project and how they would be continuing after tonight. The teaching of all religions, the scholarships for Jewish girls, the importance of health and education among the youth and women of the community that she was choosing to focus her efforts on. She told of when she was a young girl, lost and lonely, and how the Jewish community embraced her and gave her a life. Altar pretended he wasn’t crying but Alma fully embraces the emotion of the night. Genevieve ends with mentions of donating to her scholarship and the charities she works with, as well as thanking her closest friends and colleges, Freddie, Claire, Aggie and Alfie among them.

Then came the other speeches as she took her seat at the table with those loved ones she’d just thanked on the stage.

Altar boomed and demanded cheers, telling of knowing she was special from the moment he held her. How he could not be more proud of the woman she had become. Alma confesses this night was her most wild dreams coming true as she had always wanted her most special daughter to find her place in the world and know her people and where she came from. She cries and so does her daughter, emotional tears run in the family. Aggie gives a very short speech sharing the same sentiment as Alma, how she thought of her as her own daughter and as everyone else had, she expresses how proud she is. Claire, much to Gens surprise also speaks and keeps it brief as is her way of doing things. She gets as sentimental as Claire can, calling Gen not only a business partner but a life long friend and sister to her, and that she was looking forward to what the next thirty years brought for them. Fred threatens stories of her wild youth but refrains with a laugh. Calling her a friend and confidant and even if he wasn’t Jewish, he was glad to know there was a warm community to keep her while they lived so far apart. Then came Alfie.  

He had been preparing for this night for some time, a lifetime it felt now. He was so gifted at demanding the attention of a room he couldn’t pass up the opportunity to make a show of it all.  He stood straight, hands accompanying his endearment and his voice rich and deep and full of affection for the woman of the hour. “I know, as a man, that I am lucky to have a woman like Chanah. And I want you to know that us, as a people, are lucky to call her our own. She has the capacity for tenderness which astounds me every day. Especially with some of the lot she has to work with. I include myself in that. She is brilliant. Smart, fierce, funny and not as important but it is worth mentioning that she is rather easy on the eyes. I have no doubt she will be a pillar for our community. Through her words and actions she is everything a Jewish woman should aspire to be, educated, charitable and strong. A survivor, as we all are and continue to be. I am honored to have a part in her story that brought her to us. Although I will take no credit for any of her achievements. She was already successful when I met her and since she has only grown in leaps and bounds both personally and professionally. We are proud to call you ours, love. And I am even more proud to call a woman like you mine.”

Gen was holding it together, crying but not weeping as Alma currently was into Aggie's shoulder. Altar sat proud and impressed, watching Alfie kiss her cheek and her beam at him with love and admiration. With his hand in hers, he closes out with telling the room to donate, give gifts and eat and be merry. It was a joyous occasion and they’d paid enough for everything so make good use of it. His humor as always comes through and the crowd chuckles and moves, conversations floating about and food being eaten, wine drinking and money changing hands. Gen is embraced with warmth and love, hugs and kisses, thanks and congratulations from all who came across her. She was lost in a whirlwind of praises in English, Hebrew, and Yiddish and was proud to understand each one. Altar networks, as is his way and the women closest to her all huddle like hens and reflect on the hard work they all put in to make Gen who she is. The room is full of life and love and Gen feels full in a way she never had before. A feeling of belonging, of completion and family that made her heart so full it ached in her chest. As the crowd settles into its groups, laughter, and discussions all weaving in and out as she moved about the space, Alfie finds her and takes her hand to pull her from the praising current she was swept away in.

“Might I have ya back now?” He smiles. “I surrendered you to the mob and it seems they’ve all feasted on you enough for now.”

“When the wine kicks in it’ll start back up.” She chuckles and moves to his side without hesitation.

“How about we let them marinate in it then eh? We’ve got plenty to see away from them yeah? And I’d like a moment with you on a night like this. Call me greedy but I rather like Keeping you to myself.” He teases as they lock arms and move to the edge of the room towards some hard looking lads by a velvet rope. “Boys.” Alfie nods and one pulls the rope back.

“Are we allowed back here?” She whispers and looks over her shoulder.

“I got the whole bloody museum love. Just didn’t want no one wandering about, wanted you to have all the attention and have the whole place to yourself. Which is what those rather rough lads were doin' there.” He motions back with his hand as they walk into a dim hallway.

“Never been here with everything so dark. Almost spooky.” She gives a small giggle as her hands rest on his arm.

“I had them light candles for ya love. I thought it’d be interesting to see it in a different light.”

“It’s lovely daring thank you.” She coos at him softly.

“How’s about we go to France eh? Your favorite?”

“Yes please.” She nods enthusiastically.

Only their footsteps echoed as he guided her through the flickering light in the hallways, towards a brighter room that housed the paintings she loved most.

“Monet is the one you like so much innit? The one you’re always on about when you’re out by the pond painting?”

“Yes, I love his work. So dreamy.” She sighs as they round the corner to the room and she stops and stares at the state of the room. “Oh my God.” Alfie stops and lets her take it in. The entirety of Monet's Water Lillie’s in its massive form. But it wasn’t only that that caused her to blink with disbelief. “Alfie.” She exhales softly as her eyes widen and dilate at the splendor of the view around her. The long and tall Water Lillie’s sit center as smaller paintings take up the rest of the space on the walls, but what covered the rest of the usually white space were flowers. Of every pastel color and variation, all surrounding paintings of similar tones as if the colors were bleeding off the canvas and onto the floor.

“I wanted something special for you tonight love.” He spews softly as her eyes flutter shut and she breathes in the floral perfume that filled the space.

“You’ve already done so much.” Her voice breaks, weak and breathy praise as she grips his arm in her hands unconsciously.

“Always more to be done. Like I said.” He fusses back as he moves her slowly into the room as she looked rather overwhelmed. “I told the florists I wanted the whole room covered, wanted it to look like they were coming to life for you.”

“It does. It is. It’s...breathtaking I don’t even know what to say.”

“That you love it and I kept it a surprise.” He smirks and she gives him a huge smile.

“I love it. Adore it. I had...no clue. Not even an inkling.” She enthuses, impressed. “It’s...like a dream. And such a beautiful and artistic take on an installation Alfie, you brilliant man.”

“I wanted tonight to be about your dreams comin' true. You talk about wantin' to get lost in those paintin’s, and I wanted to give ya that.”

She shakes her head and her mouth stays open and stutters. “I don’t...I just.” She stands dumbfounded. “It’s brilliant. Genius. Perfect.” She holds a hand to her chest now to steady her heart. She had been so caught up in her work and planning she had given Alfie room to plan something himself in her whirlwind of plans and appointments. She stood awe struck and speechless in the glowing light of hundreds of blooms. She recalled no other time in her life she had ever been.

“Since I finally have you alone. I did want to say a few things I couldn’t earlier. Or rather I don't fink you’d want me too.” He chuckles and takes both her hands into his as he holds her attention in the center of an artificial field of flowers. “The first time I had to make an apology to you, I used flowers.”

“I’ll never forget it. Just as I’ll never forget this.” She speaks so sweetly, squeezing his hands. “I remember feeling so much when I kissed you. How I didn’t want to stop.” She sighs and swoons and puts her hand to his cheek. “I do wonder often in my moments of reflection of how we came to be how long it truly has been that I’ve loved you. Ari.” She tiptoes and kisses his lips softly. “Sometimes it feels like I always did. I can’t recall a time in which I didn’t at least find you special.”

“From that first night I met you. In that gaudy golden club sitting next to Tommy. You are even more beautiful to me now than you were then, and I would’ve said that was impossible.”

“You were so handsome. So funny and cheeky.”

“You were full of clever wit and a smart mouth. Bold and fearless to put me down.”

“The brown was fucking awful.” She says with a low turn of her voice and he laughs out loud at her.

“And you’ve never shied from telling me a truthful opinion.”

“You’re a strong man. You can take it. Easy to see from the beginning.”

“Aye, but you are stronger, love.” He kisses her forehead. “And of the things you’ve had to face that prove time and time again that you are tougher and more resilient than I could ever claim to be… I wanted this tonight to act as another apology. For all the bad I’ve brought into your life, whether my own doin' or by relation.”

“We’re here now. We don’t have to dwell on it. Always forward.” She insists. “If it means having you and what we have I know I will always find it in me to forgive you.”

“I’m not worthy of your lovely heart.” He speaks softly.

“Luckily for me that isn’t up to you to decide.” She smiles.

“I am so proud of you. For tonight. For tomorrow and yesterday. In all the company I’ve kept in my life, I have never met someone like you before. No one has your spark, your imagination, and cleverness. Of all the minds I’ve known, yours is my favorite and I never tire of knowing you. I’m always left wanting more.”

She flushes in her cheeks and gets an almost bashful look on her face.

“There’s no one else on this fuckin miserable earth that I love as much as you. No one id rather work with or be with. No one else that keeps me interested and always wanting more from them. You are one of a kind, I truly believe that.”

“Ari.” He voices cracks as she wipes at her eyes with both hands and he shifts his weight.

“Which is why I have an offer to make you.”

“An offer?” She asks with soft eyes and an inquisitive voice as she expects papers to come from his pockets, but only a flat and rectangular box held out and presented.

“This.” He opens the box, inside, a bracelet that completes the set of jewels she wears. A row of round and shining Sapphires and diamonds.

She covers her mouth and the stones catch the light and reflect in her eyes.

“An offer of this for a commitment.”

He sees it in her eyes she’s still unsure of everything he was leading up to.

“Genevieve Chanah Lafitte.” He begins with a clearing of his throat. “Would you accept this gift and in return make the commitment to me, Alfred Ari Solomons in the form of marriage?”

He could swear he saw her heart stop for a moment. She choked with surprise. Which admittedly he’d wanted it to be. She blinks rapidly and he sees her mind working behind her eyes in frantic and unexpected chaos. “Y-Yes.” She manages to force out, heart in her throat and frozen there. “Yes. Yes! Of course I would I-YES!” She lets out in an ecstatic expression of joy and laughter as the tears gather in her eyes.

“Then with this,” He puts the heavy stones around her wrist. “You will be Mrs. Alfie Solomons. The other half to my soul, with my promise to love and cherish, to provide for and support you for the rest of our lives.”

She stares in disbelief still. Finally meeting his eyes and looking away from the stones. “Alfie I... this is...it's perfect. I love you. It would be a blessing to be able to join my soul to yours. A pairing no one except God Could tear apart.” Her heart was overflowing, as were her eyes, bless her.  She cries and he holds her, feeling her against him in this perfect moment, acceptance and peace fill his mind. A promise to be joined as one, a partnership that could not be broken, something solid and stable in the life of his that was anything but. She was a constant, a confidant, a friend, and lover and now soon to be officially his other half to complete himself in the eyes of his peers and God. She had him feeling things he hadn’t since he was a boy as she kissed his face and thanked him, whispered of how happy he made her, how perfect the night was.

He dries her tears, a warm smile as she sniffles and gazed up at him with love in her eyes. “Would you like to announce it?”

“It would be a good time to.” She nods. “But could you, I’m a mess.” She laughs and puts her forehead on his chest.

“Nothing would make me happier.” He kisses her head and rubs her back before calming her and heading back toward the stage.

“A final announcement to close out the evening.” His voice books over the room as the happy and mostly tipsy group swung their heads his way. “I must admit my loves bat mitzvah was not the only thing I had planned tonight. And I, or I should say WE now, are very happy and I am very proud once again to announce, that our woman of the evening, Miss Genevieve Chanah here has accepted my proposal and will soon be my wife.” The cheers make her cry all over again. Altar slams his fists on the table he sits and yells in excitement, Aggie and Alma sob into each other’s blouses.  Another wave of love and support wash across the room. “So as we wind down to a close tonight, I would like to thank you all for coming, Thank Genevieve for accepting and being exactly what a man like me needs in a wife and we will be seeing you at the wedding. L'CHaim He raises a glass left on the table and a reply of the same and various mazle tov's jumble in the air.

They are both embraced and congratulated, Altar squeezing Alfie and patting his back so hard he coughed before kissing his head. Gen was certain in that moment, surrounded by happiness and well wishes and those she loved the most that every bad thing in her life had been worth it for this feeling. She’d never known such contentment, such love. And it had all brought her to where she was now, and she felt thankful and hopeful. Knowing this feeling, this love existed made her certain that no matter what life threw her way that she could overcome it. Especially now that she wouldn’t ever be alone again.

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Calming Nerves

Anon: Hii! I really love your writing ❤️ can I request a protective!Harry one shot. Maybe y/n having a panic attack or something bc of the crowds xx Thank u

Pairing: Harry x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, angst, panic attack

Word Count: 3K+

A/N: Hello lovie! I know you requested this a long time ago and I apologize for not writing this right away. Here she is and I hope you enjoy! I love this little one shot, so hope you love her too! Feedback is much appreciated! Much love!!💓❤💞💕

Harry was at another gig. He was currently rehearsing while his best friend Y/N was sitting on the seats that were all the way in the back of the arena.

“How do I sound, love?” Harry asked as he spoke through his microphone.

“Pleasant I guess!” Y/N teases as Harry’s smile falls.

“You liar. I think I sound good if I do say so myself.” Harry laughs as Y/N rolls her eyes at his narcissism.

“You wish, Styles!” Y/N smiles as Harry walks off the stage and walks towards Y/N.

“Come, I want to show you the outfit that I’m going to wear today for the show.”

“Is it flashy?”

“What d’ya mean, love?”

“Like sparkly, or you know-”

“Of course it’s sparkly, love. What else would I wear?”

“Harry Styles always going out with a bang.”

“Indeed, love.” Harry mused as they both walked towards the dressing rooms.

“So this is Mitch. The man has worn the same underwear for twelve years now.” Harry said as he whispered the last part.

Y/N glances over at the man with ear length hair as he held a guitar, playing a single string. He stopped what he was doing and glared over at Harry.

“Really, Harry.” Mitch glared at him as he grabbed the guitar strap and pulled it over his head.

“Fuckin’ classic!” Harry giggles as he hides his face behind Y/N's shoulder.

Y/N starts to laugh as she pats Mitch on the shoulder, “Don’t fuss too much about it, Mitch. He’s just like that. He will never change, the buggar.”

“You know you love me, Mitch.” Harry says as he sends him a cheeky smile.

“Can’t enjoy some quiet, huh?”

“We’ll leave you be, Mitch. It’s nice to meet you though.” Y/N says as she extends her hand towards him.

“Likewise, Y/N. Can’t believe a nice person like you knows Harry.”

“Oh bug off, Mitch! I’m nice with ya!" Harry narrows his eyes at him.

"I should've stayed at that pizza joint to be honest."

Their friendship was the best. Well what Harry would say it's the 'bestest'. 

Harry has known Y/N since grade school and they have been friends ever since then. They were magic with each other even though once in a while one of them may tease the other and they would go back and forth. But that was just how friendship were, right?

“Harry! Give that back you twat!”

“Sorry, love. I actually like how it looks on me. What d’ya think, Y/N?” Harry smirks as Y/N just glares at him.

“Give it. Back. Harry!” Y/N taunted as Harry lost his smile and changed to a worried demeanor. 

“Alright. Jus’ don’t hit me!”

“Like I would hit you.”

“You would if you wanted to.” Harry retorted as he gave the sunglasses and hat to Y/N.

“Never in a million years, Harry.” Y/N assured him.

Hours before Harry had to go on stage and perform, Y/N was in the dressing room waiting for him to walk out and guide her towards the part of the arena she was going to be at.

As Y/N was looking at the many little bottles of nail polish, Harry stuck his head out of the curtain and smirked.

"Gonna paint me nails fo' me, Y/N?" Harry asked as he kept his eyes on her.

"No. I was just looking through them. They're pretty colors. Are your nails painted?"

"Nah. I was going to wait fo' the next show. Thinkin' maybe you could help with that." Harry suggested as he was fixing his little sparkly bow on his shirt collar.

"Maybe. I don't know though, you might not like my painting skills."

"Why? Are you bad at painting 'em?"

"Not exactly." Y/N said. Her smile present. "I don't know, I've never painted someone else’s nails before."

"Ohhh. That explains it. I think you'll be fine, love." Harry assured her. He kept trying to tighten up the loose bow but each time he tightened it it fell back to its original floppy mess. 

"Can you help me with this bloody bow? Can't seem to get it right."

Y/N stood in front of him and gently pulled onto the two loose strands of fabric. His face was nearly close to her face as she started to tie the little bow.

"Didn't know you were strong, love." Harry teased as he looked straight into her eyes and lifted her chin so she could make eye contact with him.

"Sorry. I didn't want to pull that hard. I thought I was gentle with it." She apologized. Her hands busy with trying to create a simple knot.

Harry didn't say anything he just stood there and had his head low at Y/N's height. 

Y/N was also struggling to tie this bow and trying to make it look semi presentable. With one last knot she finally gave up and released her grip from Harry's collar.

"Is this okay?"

Harry nods as he looks at himself in the mirror. 

After Harry was dressed and was ready to go out on stage he made sure Y/N knew where she was staying during the show. He wanted to make sure he could see her through the crowds he knew there was going to be.

**//**

Y/N stood behind the black barriers as she had a good view of the stage and where the band and Harry will at. She was excited to see her best friend perform. This was her first time that she was going to see Harry perform. Harry always tried convincing her that she should come along with them to every show, Y/N would say yes all those times that he did ask her, but she couldn’t leave her responsibilities behind and go with Harry for who knows how many months on the road. So that’s why last week she ringed Harry and told him that she was going to join him if he was alright with it obviously. Harry was excited to bring her along with him and the crew, it was a day that him and Y/N have been looking forward to.

Right as the lights began moving, as they hit every part of the arena and the sound of the choir starting from the song Only Angel, Y/N was ready she knew she was going to see Harry already knowing what he was wearing. People beside her started screaming as the screen started to slowly lift up, clouds of smoke and lights blinding them so they couldn’t see the band or Harry just yet. Screams of excitement and people jumping up and down and leaning forwards as they tried to get a good glimpse of the stage. Once the drums and guitars were heard Harry jumped and began walking towards areas of the stage and greet his fans. He blew them kisses and waved his hands as he said hello, once he faced the area that Y/N was standing at he stopped for a bit and tried looking for her and when he set eyes on her he smiled and blew a kiss to her and the fans around her. 

Y/N was jumping, singing along to every song and was having a fantastic time at her best friend’s concert. She was so proud of Harry and how much he has achieved in the past few years. He’s only twenty-four and he already had a debut album that hit #1 world-wide and he acted in a movie just last year. She was proud of him and she made sure Harry knew it every day they either talked on the phone or whenever they had the chance to hang out. 

Every once in a while Harry would glance where Y/N was at and smirked at her and went back to looking ahead at the crowds. Y/N’s smiled when the fans put up colored lights up with their phones, creating a rainbow around the entire arena. It was just… beautiful. Harry had the most dedicated fans in the world that all of this probably took them long to set this up with everyone in the arena. Harry appreciated the lights and bowed his head and whispered a ‘thank you’ to himself. 

Everything was perfect. Harry, the band and Y/N was singing along the whole time. Right after he sang his last song before he walked towards the little stage, someone behind her bumps into her and she was about to complain to them, but she felt more people pushing and shoving each other as they tried to get close to the barrier. Y/N was nervous and paranoid at the same time. She became breathless as nerves started to consume her as she was worried that she wasn’t going to be able to breath with so much people huddling together trying to catch a glimpse of Harry walking along the corridors. Y/N tried yelling but nothing came out but just a quiet whisper. The girl beside her noticed her struggling to breath as Y/N had her hand on her racing heart. The girl told the girl next to her to yell to the security so they could help Y/N. The security followed suit and tried to get Y/N out as the crowds were still huddled together, this caught Harry’s attention. He went towards the area where Y/N was in and he tried to see what was going on and once he glanced at what was going on he saw Y/N being pulled away from the group and out into the corridor. 

“Y/N!” Harry yelled out. He rushed towards Y/N and tried to wake her but she wasn’t waking up. “I need you to help her please! Take her backstage!” Harry yelled out as he addressed it to the two security guards.

The security guards carried her away backstage as Harry followed close behind them leaving behind puzzled fans.

Y/N was breathing slowly. Before the security guards carried her out of the crowd she saw white little stars and everything around her became blurry she didn’t even hear Harry’s voice when he came beside her and ran right behind the security guards with her delicate body in their arms.

**//**

As soon as the security guards rushed Y/N backstage and set her down on a couch, they tried waking her up with a little cotton ball covered with rubbing alcohol. One of the security guards brought up to her nose as Y/N eventually woke up her eyes wandered where she was and she felt at ease when she landed eyes on Harry.

“Harry?” Y/N gasped. Her sights still a little foggy.

“Y/N. Y/N, you fucking scared the shit out of me.” Harry said as he caressed Y/N’s cheek and tried to calm her nerves.

“I’m sorry Harry. I- I don’t know what the hell happened, I jus- I just felt dizzy and I couldn’t breathe because of people pushing each other and huddling together.” Y/N let out, as her eyes now slowly deciphered the place better. Lights started connecting as she started seeing less foggy lights.

“You don’t have nothing to be sorry, love. I’m sorry I put you in the first row. I just thought you wanted to see me better.” Harry was now running his hand through Y/N’s hair and pressed his forehead against hers. “I’m so sorry, love this happened to you.” 

Y/N was going to say something back that he shouldn’t be sorry. He didn’t know what was going to happen and neither did she. Y/N has had occurrences like this, but she wasn’t in a situation where she was pushed against so many people. She knew it was a panic attack and she didn’t want to worry Harry more than he already was. She just wanted him to go back on stage and do his job, she didn’t want him to stay here with her and ignore his fans who were probably shocked on what happened. 

“I need to stay here with you, Y/N. I can cancel this show and move it up, I have to stay here with you, love.” Harry said as if he heard the exact words in her head a moment ago. 

“I want you to go back on stage, Harry. You need to go back to your fans, I promise I’ll be fine here, yeah? Just go out there and perform your ass off, yeah? Can you do that for me?” Y/N spoke her voice was a bit raspy from the lack of energy that she felt. It was now her turn to caress Harry’s cheek, she smiled and mouthed a ‘please’ to him to go back on stage. There was no reaction from him, but she knew that he was thinking how crazy she was for telling him to go back on stage and perform as if nothing ever happened to her. 

But he knew she was not stopping from insisting him to go back up. So he did and he kissed Y/N on the forehead and told the security guard to hook up the small television to the cameras that were on so she could see him still. Not in person, but on screen. 

Harry didn’t leave the small room before telling Y/N that he loved her. They both smiled to each other and Harry was off running again towards the stage.

**//**

Y/N was sat on the couch watching the small television where Harry was seen and the band. Temporarily the camera would look towards the crowd and then it shot back to Harry. She enjoyed this, she knew it wouldn’t have been the same feeling than physically being in the arena but what could she do? Either way she loved the show, she was recovering from the panic attack she had by drinking lots of water. There were occasions that she would drift off into a little nap and then wake back up still looking at the little television.

Y/N was unsure when the concert ended, she fell asleep during the last half of the show. She woke right up when she felt a gentle nudge from something touching her shoulder and feels someone sits next to her. 

“Y/N? Love are you awake?” A voice asks. Y/N wakes up with a deep inhale of air and rubs her eyes to see who was talking to her.

“Harry.” She groggily says. A lazy smile coming along as Harry smiles and reaches over and tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Is it over?”

“The show? Yeah. It’s over, love.” Harry says as he rubs up and down on her calf to calm her.

“Sorry. I fell asleep during the last bit.” 

Harry laughs and keeps his hand on Y/N’s calf. “Was it that boring of a show? Am I that boring?” Y/N giggles and tries to tickle him with her foot, but failed, Harry caught her foot before she could do anything.

“You weren’t boring, H. I was just tired, that's all.”

“I know, love. I was just messing with ya. But are you feeling better? Any pain?”

Y/N shakes her head and lifts herself up so she could sit properly. “Just tired and hungry. Care to get some pizza?” Y/N suggests. Her eyes were still a bit sleepy.

“Sounds good. But we’re ordering. Do you want some ice cream too?” Harry caressed her face and played with her hair as Y/N smiled at him.

“Yes please.” Y/N said as she set her head on Harry’s shoulder and he wrapped his arms around her small frame and kissed the top of her head. 

**//**

“Harry! You’re going to make a mess, love!” Y/N screamed as she watched Harry stand in front of a big fan eating away his ice cream cone.

“Nothing will happen, love.” Harry nonchalantly spoke. He started to eat the ice cream in a weird position, his arms were inches away from his body and ice cream was dripping down his hand.

“Harry!” 

“It’s fine, love. We can clean it up later.” He replied back. He continued licking away at his ice cream.

They were in Y/N’s hotel room. Y/N was keen about leaving this hotel room spotless before they leave to go back on the road. But here was Harry being stubborn as ever and eating his ice cream in front of a fan as the ice cream kept streaming down his hands and dripping down onto the floor.  

“Harry, you’re going to clean that up, you little twat.” Y/N warned as she pointed at the mess he made on the tiled floor of the kitchen.

Harry nodded his head. “Promise I’ll clean it up, darlin’.” Harry said as he was now washing his sticky hands over the sink. Harry dried up his hands and went towards the couch where Y/N was sitting down watching an episode of Friends.

“Love you, Y/N.” He whispered in Y/N’s ear as she shivered from his breath hitting her skin.

“I love you too, Harry. Thank you for spending time with me. I know you should rest because of another show tomorrow.” 

Harry dragged his pointer finger along her cheek and smiled, he stared at her face and stopped to stare at her lips. 

“I wanted to, Y/N. You’re no bother.” Harry confessed, his hands doing wonders to her skin as he rubbed soothing circles on her shoulders. 

Harry and Y/N spent their night watching episodes of Friends until they started to get sleepy. Harry carried Y/N’s body towards the master bedroom and set her down on the mattress. Y/N asked him if he could take off her shorts for her and he obliged. Once Y/N was comfortable on the bed, Harry took off his shirt and sweats that he put on before they drove to the hotel after the concert.

Harry climbs onto the bed as Y/N’s back is facing him. He lies down and covers himself with the light blanket and looks over Y/N’s back.

“Is this okay?” He whispers and puts a hand on her shoulder.

Y/N turns around to face him and wraps her arms around him. “Yes.” She kisses him on the forehead. “This is okay.” She says and tucks her head in the crook of his neck and inhales his familiar scent that she came to love so much. “I love you, Harry.” She whispers as goosebumps start trickling on Harry’s skin. 

“I love you too, my darlin’.”

Harry peppered kisses all over Y/N’s face making her giggle hysterically and Harry smiles from her cute reaction. Y/N does the same and kisses his bare chest where the tattooed swallows are at. They eventually fall asleep as they try to get their sleep so they’re ready for the next upcoming show of her best friend; Harry Styles. 

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Home - Calum Hood

Request: could u make a dad!Calum where he had a girl with the reader at 19 and now the little girl is 4, and when they go to tuck her in after he came back from tour and had a day of fun they just realize that their lives would never have been the same without their angel. So there's like flashbacks of when (Y/N) told Cal she was expecting, to the struggles of him being on tour while having a little girl on the other side of the world, the stress of being so young and expecting a child. by @calumbuttersmyeggroll

a/n: i didn't realise until i finished writing it that i left the tucking baby into bed out, but i hope this is okay for you.

After being away for 6 months on tour, you couldn't help but smile adoringly as you watched your rockstar boyfriend chase your 4 year old daughter around the park. Her high pitched scream-giggling was music to Calum's ears,

"I'm coming for you, princess," Calum laughed, jogging behind the little girl who was running as fast as she could.

"Mummy!" She screamed with laughter.

"Mummy can't save you,"

The little girl began to run circles around your legs in an attempt to throw Calum off

"Get mummy instead, I'm tired."

"Mummy, you say?" Calum spoke with a grin as he came to a stop.

(Y/N) began to back away slowly, "Cal, don't. I can't run."

"You think mummy wants to be tickled, Luna?"

"Yes!" She giggles and (Y/N) scrramed 'no'.

"I'll give you a 5 second headstart babe, can't disappoint my princess."

You shook your head at the love of your life with a wide smile on your face, looking to your daughter and then back at Calum you couldn't help but feel so damn grateful and blessed to have them in your life. You couldn't imagine what it'd be like to be without them, for you and Calum to have never met resulting in the birth of your daughter never happening.

Your hands shook as you held up the test. Pregnant. You were so shocked you couldn't move. You'd been careful enough to prevent a pregnancy from happening you didn't understand how this had happened. You couldn't tell if you were happy or sad, but one thing was for sure. You were scared as hell.

You waited that night, for Calum to get home to tell him the news. What if he left you? You couldn't raise a child on your own. Or if he demanded an abortion? You were knocked out of your thoughts by his voice ringing through the apartment, "Babe, I'm back."

You cleared your voice before answering, "I'm in the bedroom."

Soon after Calum had reached the bedroom, watching you from the doorframe, "Babe are you okay?" He asked, concerned at your demeanour.

"Yeah, um- I need to tell you something." You looked up from the bed and met his eyes. He nodded, taking a seat next to you on the bed and taking your hands into his. They were warm.

"What is it?" He asked softly, worry laced in his voice.

You looked back down again at your crossed legs, "I'm pregnant." You began to bite your lip, afraid of his response.

It was silent.

"Y-you're pregnant?" He asked for conformation and you nodded in response, "I'm gonna be a dad?"

"Yes. A-and i know it's probably the last thing you wa-" You were cut off

"I'm gonna be a fucking dad," He repeated ecstatically. You looked up at his now standing body in amusement, every feeling of being afraid and unsure was washed away at the sight of Calum laughing with a shit eating grin on his face. You couldn't help but smile too.

"Babe, we're having a fucking kid!" He yelled, unable to contain his excitement as he dived on you, taking you into a hug which caused you both to fall back onto the bed.

He began kissing the side of your face and neck, "I love you so much, baby. I'm gonna take such good care of you both."

"5...4..." Calum counted and you began to break into a sprint.

When he reached 1 your daughter broke into chants of encouragement for her father, "Get her daddy! Go!" "Run!"

You'd only managed to run for around 15 seconds before the giant dork of a human caught up to you, grabbing you and swinging you around in his arms which caused you to scream out and your daughter to giggle. He began to tickle your sides, causing you to kick and bring you both to the ground. Soon later you were joined by your daughter who'd launched herself on top of the pair of you, creating a pile.

"I'm gonna go and play on the climbing frame." Luna said, straightening her woolly hat and running off.

Both you and Cal sat up in the grass, dusting brown leaves off of eachother, adjusting your scarves and hats too. "I missed you," Calum spoke up, taking your face into his warm hands and pulling you for a kiss, "So fuckin' much."

You smiled, going in for another, "Watch your language, Hood."

"She can't hear." He giggled.

"And I," You playfully pushed his chest, "missed you more."

You both sat in a comfortable silence for a few seconds, admiring one another. Taking in each others faces. The faces you'd both missed so much. Calum began to lean in for another kiss.

"God i'm so glad to be back." He leant up against the tree behind you and you rested into his side.

"I'm glad you're here. It-it's been hard without you." You said quietly, playing with the buttons on his coat.

"Hey, you've done such an amazing job. You're a fuckin' great mum, baby, you always have been." He pressed a kiss into your hair, "I'm sorry for being away for so long, so many times."

"It's your job, Cal, you can't help it. But i'm happy you're back again."

"Me too. And i'm not going anywhere again, not for a long time. Promise."

You both sat peacefully watching Luna run around the park, hopping from one thing to another. Swing to climbing frame to slide.

"You know I remember how goddamn excited I was when you told me we were expecting," He laughed at the memory, the same one you'd been thinking of just minutes before, "And then how scared I was when I realised how real it all was. Fucking pregnant. I didn't think I was gonna be a good dad, I mean, I was so fucking immature, all the partying and messing around. I was reckless and terrified of not being able to change for our baby. But I- We fucking did it. And i'm so damn proud of us, of you. I'm so lucky and so is Luna to have such an amazing woman as our rock."

"God," you whispered, sniffling, "You always have to make me fucking cry," this made him laugh, "I love you so much, Cal. So so much. I couldn't have done this without you."

You leant up and kissed him.

"You remember when we told your mum? She nearly fucking fainted and my parents didn't talk to us for a month." You remembered. Telling people was awful, not many people supported you. But after realising you were both serious and were under no circumstances getting rid, they had no choice but to make amends and be happy for you.

"Yeah, it was fucking horrible. But all I needed was you (Y/N). You and Luna. You're family, my girls."

"Home." you replied.

"Race you to the swings." You spoke quickly, pushing yourself of the ground and taking off into a run.

Calum laughed, shaking his head as he watched you. A big ass adult running through a playground to get to a swing set before him. How he managed to be away from you for so long and on so many occasions, he didn't know. All the nights he spent feeling alone, looking at the photos you'd sent him of you and your daughter or calling you hoping you'd pick up, but knowing that you were probably at work with your phone on silent. All the times he'd looked into the crowd and looked for your face, wishing you could be there with that proud, shit-eating grin on your face as you screamed the lyrics back to him. Phone calls and skype calls would never be enough, he longed for the days he could finally be at home with you. There were days where he couldn't eat and Ashton would have to beg him to take care of himself, because this wasn't doing any good for him or for you. Days off were the worst. Because he didn't have rehearsals to distract him from the fact that he wasn't with you, watching his daughter grow up. He was missing out on so much. Those days would often be full of him and the boys playing video games and drinking beer, doing anything to ease Calum's mind.

One thing for sure was that he was glad to be with his girls. To be home.

[yoondoze]

promises | p.cy

1: “i’m gonna marry you.” 31. “what did i do to deserve you?” + chanyeol

pairing: park chanyeol x reader

word count: 1.2k

genre: fluff

warnings: none

The tune of your phone ringing woke you from your nap. It was dark outside, the TV running midnight news at a low volume. You blinked, lazily reaching for the device on the side table.

“Hello?” you asked, tired. Still trying to pull yourself from your slumber, you looked around your dim apartment. You could barely hear what the news anchors were saying, but the images on screen suggested there was some feature about a high school in the city.

The caller then spoke. “Hey, I’m sorry for calling so late—-”

You immediately recognized the voice. “Minseok?”

“Yeah, yeah,” he fumbled, his attention seemingly focused on the noisy atmosphere he was in. “So, would you mind coming to pick up Chanyeol? He’s a little tipsy and I would drive him back to yours, but I don’t trust leaving the others alone.”

“Chanyeol’s tipsy?” You laughed. It was a rare occasion to see the goofy giant drunk, even tipsy, because of his size. When it did happen, you always made sure to treasure the ball of energy.

“A little. We’ve been out for a couple hours and he downed a lot.”

Sighing, you stretched out your limbs. “Sure thing, Min. I’ll be there in…” you peered at the clock. “fifteen. See you.”

The man on the other side of the phone let out a sigh of relief. “Thank you so much, really.” The sound then muffled, and you assumed he had put his hand over the receiver. “Chanyeol, your girlfriend’s coming soon!”

You heard a gasp from the other side. “Really?” was followed by pounding footsteps and groans echoing from Minseok. You finally stood up, sliding on a jacket and some shoes.

“Ugh, save me,” he pleaded as you said goodbye. You hung up, skipping down the hall to your car.

Pulling up outside the boy’s shared apartment, you shot a quick text to Minseok to let him know you were there. Soon enough, you were walking inside and arrived in front of their door. Loud, pulsing music sounded through the walls. How did they not get noise complaints? You were surprised their neighbors hadn’t just decided to move out.

You knocked extra hard, but you supposed they had been awaiting you considering it opened only moments after. You were greeted by an annoyed Yixing. “Collect your man, please,” he welcomed you inside. The sound of music, chatter, and a comedy on the TV were a constant, even at your own apartment. It really enveloped your generation, and your youth. Never mind all the frat parties—- this was where you found the good stuff.

The group was scattered throughout the rooms, but you could hear Chanyeol laughing loudly in the kitchen. His hearty, thick voice filled the air. While you could never get enough of it, you were sure the boys thought otherwise.

You peeked your head through the entryway, where Chanyeol was fiddling with some cards at the table. He was aimlessly babbling to his friends, laughing at his own jokes. Offering a small “hey,” you caught his attention right away, head snapping in your direction. Minseok nodded in your direction, as he was more focused on making sure a drunk Baekhyun didn’t injure himself at the counter.

“Ready to go?” you asked, walking toward him. He searched around, finding his phone on the table and his wallet in his pocket. After some quick exchanges with the boys hiccupping around the living room, the two of you were out the door.

Chanyeol latched onto your hand in the hallway. His palms were a little sweaty, so your sneaked your sleeve down your wrist to wipe the dampness away while he wasn’t paying mind to you. He was swinging your hands back and forth, wandering in his own head happily. An intoxicated Chanyeol would either mean he was extra talkative or nearly silent, a 50/50 chance. You supposed he was feeling quieter tonight—-maybe he’d gotten his energy out at the bar.

In the car, he made sure to hold your hand over the console. He tapped lightly on the back of your palm, and while you didn’t recognize the beat, you were sure he was playing some song to himself.

When you were younger, you always enjoyed car rides at night. You’d stare out the window, watching the yellow lines disappear from your vision as soon as they got there. The car lights were only able to illuminate so much, but you could still see other car lights in the distance from football fields away.

The roads were practically empty, the only sound in your ears was the reverberating tone of the vehicle traveling over bumps. The quiet of the scene put you at peace. Though you were tired, you were calm. You always treasured moments like this with Chanyeol. Soft, hushed times with just the two of you, when it felt like nothing could disrupt what you had created.

“Hey…” he said softly, dragging you out of your thought. You hummed, glancing at him. “I love you.” A small sound left the back of your throat, taking you by surprise. He added, “A lot. You know that?”

You chuckled, turning your eyes back on the road. “Of course I do. I love you too, Chan.”

“No, I mean seriously,” he enforced. You exited the parkway, nearing your shared home. You always felt loved by him, and while you assumed it was due to the alcohol in his system, you wanted to know where it came from. Afterall, things like drunk truths are still truths.

Eyebrows raised, you questioned, “Chanyeol, are you alright?”

He seemed surprised. “Me? Yeah.” You nodded, letting silence fill the car. You watched as he licked his lips out of the corner of your eyes. His eyes were soft, yet glued to the passing treeline outside. As you stared, he flicked his pupils to you. Immediately, almost like a silly schoolgirl, you whipped your head away. A smile inched its way onto your face as you searched aimlessly out the window. You let out a breath, and the car got quiet once more.

The man laughed to himself, prompting you to look at him again. He stared at you with crinkles at the corners of his eyes, one of the most adorable things you’d ever seen to date. “See? That’s something else,” he piped. “I tell you I love you and you still ask me if I’m okay.”

Heat creeped onto your cheeks. “Well…”

“What did I do to deserve that? To deserve you?” He must have really been aiming to whip you to peaks. From all the time you’d been with him, something you learned that Chanyeol was a master at having you fall in love with him over and over again. He never failed to absolutely pummel your heart to the point where you missed him when you were cuddling chest to chest.

You grinned. “For one thing, you loved me back.”

“But I love you because you loved me back!” he exclaimed.

You blinked, nodding your head. “That’s a good thing, then, isn’t it?”

Chanyeol hummed, throwing his head back against the car seat before proposing, “Who do you think loved the other first?” You rolled up to your own apartment complex, parking the car.

You tugged your lip into your mouth, thinking. “Me, probably.”

“You did?” He stopped fiddling his fingers.

You sighed. “Let’s go inside, babe.”

He was fine to walk, but just a little looser than usual, which was evident from the conversation in the car. You tugged him to the bedroom and told him to get dressed while you fetched him a glass of water and some motren. He could handle his alcohol fine, so you were sure he wouldn’t have anything more than a light headache

Walking back in the room, you spotted the boy cuddled into the pillows without you already. His hair was messy, strands wisped out from the sides of his head. Placing the items on the bedside table, you turned off his alarm for him and sat down on the comforter. His lashes opened for him to peek at you from under the covers. You shifted up and threaded your fingers through his bangs. Calm breathing, gentle eyes, vulnerable hearts. A moment.

“I’m gonna marry you,” he stated in a whisper, confident. He locked your gaze. Taken aback, you couldn’t find any words to respond. However, you only tilted your head.

“Ahh,” you swallowed, looking around the room. “you don’t know that.” You were young, and while you loved Chanyeol, you didn’t want to get your hopes up. In truth, you were hopelessly in love with him. Perhaps he wanted to experience a little more before having to commit to you. You couldn’t dream of anything better than marrying Chanyeol, but maybe it would be best if you talked about it when he was fully sober and not caught in a scene of affection.

He insisted, “I’ll make you my fuckin’ wife, I promise.” Your spine tingled at his direct tone. His blunt words of love caught you off guard. You felt your face flush as you breathed out a smile.

“You better keep that promise, Park Chanyeol,” you murmured. He yawned, rolling his shoulders. He fought to keep his lids open to look at you.

“I will,” he said, barely loud enough for you to make out. He sighed and nestled into your palm. He resembled an angel, laying there so soft and sweet. How odd that something so pure could pull apart your heartstrings so effortlessly. Even so, you couldn’t dream of having your heart in one piece. Love wasn’t something for sealed chests.

“You’ll be the death of me.”

[thebrownkniz]

Lyra M. Starling

4:30a.m.

The back fire of an old N-6 woke me from a deep slumber. It's fumes seeped through the open screen above my bed creating a pink, swirling haze. Holding my breath, I rushed to the living quarters. Personal cruisers weren't allowed to fly at that altitude within the Compound for this very reason. I leapt onto the grand, bay window that sat facing the Intell. Through it's frost bitten panes, I could still make it out.

"3 - AF0"

Outlining the I.D. number in the condensation, I let out a deep breath warming the glass making the information more visible. 

"There."

Even with the neon water droplets dancing down the window panes, I followed the perp's tail lights towards the city limits and out of sight. Stretching out from my position, I fidgeted around looking for my notebook. I always leave it on the coffee table but somehow ended up under the couch, across the room from me.

"Three, dash, A, eff, zero." I thumbed through the pages, perching on the arm of the couch. 

"Mhm, must be new." I scribble down the I.D. number and small description.

3-AF0

Red Body

Single Seat

Double Tail Engine

Tail Wing

Back Fire

The simulation wasn't scheduled to begin for a couple hours. Jumping back from the window, to the back of the couch, swinging on the doorframe of my sleeping quarters, I silently landed on my bed.

I couldn't tell you what I had been dreaming when the engine woke me earlier. My heart had been pounding and all the hairs on my body were on edge. Usually I have vivid dreams but this, this one was different. It felt...different.

I laid there for a moment lost in past memories, when suddenly a sense of dread filled the air. I couldn't pinpoint the scent at first but left a bitter taste in my mouth. It reminded me of a childhood full of rough housing and scraped knees.

Trying to snap out of it, I could hear quickened footsteps rounding the corner to the alleyway. Harsh breathing echoed off the empty building beside ours through my still opened screen. I poked my head up for only a spilt second but I knew it was him, "Mifune."

His brassy, iron door slammed shut my under my feet, rattling the floor. Mifune was the older gentleman that lived on the bottom floor of our building under mine. He was an average height and build, for a mammal, with sun kissed skin and brown hair that he slicked back behind either ear. A rugged and dirty beast yet always sporting clean cut facial hair.

I could hear the steamy water rushing through the chilled pipes down to his floor. Mifune comes and goes for extended periods of time, but without a doubt, no matter what, he always takes a shower the moment he arrives home. If the water doesn't start within minutes of someone entering the room, then I know it's an unwanted guest.

"Mifune, you sons of ah bitch!"

A large male threw a bolder at Mifune's window, missing.

 "I'm gonna fuckin' kills ya if you don't have my credits!" Throwing another patch of gravel and missing yet again. 

"You hear me, boy?!" The silver-tongued male in the purple suit howls has he bites down on his gar letting out a cloud of smoke from every hole in his face.

His goons bang on the door once more before entering. Their boss threw his gar on the ground and returned to his escourt cruiser parked in the alleyway, where he waited until they were fished ransacking Mifune's place. At this point, I can't imagine Mufune owning anything of value with how many times it's been broken into like this.

I don't understand how this behavior is allowed within the Compound and to someone in the program. I cut my own thoughts off, Mifune wasn't really apart of the program, he merely lives in our building. No one seems to notice him expect for me. I mean, not that I'm noticing him; he tends to keep to himself and I'm just home, often. I'm pretty sure that Miles told me he was born on Earth and would have to be hundreds of years old in Earth's rotation and has lived here for just as long.

Tap, Tap, Tap.

Three small taps came from the other room breaking my train of thought. I wasn't sure I had heard them at first then I heard them again but a touch louder. 

"Knock, Knock, Knock!"

I peeked around the corner from the doorway. I could see the light from under my door flicker as someone stood anxiously.

"I know you're home," he growled softly as I pressed my hands against the door, quietly peeking through the peek hole.

"Hey!" He banged on the door once more making all the hair on my body stand perfectly at attention.

I slowly unlocked the bolt and hopped back to the couch as he busted open the door slamming it closed quickly behind him. Without looking at me, he rushed to the bay window.

"Close your curtains. Here, help me close the curtains." He danced around the room tracking filthy water behind him when he suddenly snapped back me catching me a little off guard.

"Hush." He growled with his golden eyes cutting through the darkness.

"I didn't- I haven't said anything."

It didn't take but a moment for the yellow, flickering light to fill my apartment with caution. My body slid down the wall keeping my eyes locked on Mifune as he lowered his body to the floor just under the window. Even in the yellow daze, I knew water wasn't the only thing dripping off him.

"Are they, after you?" I asked calmly.

His eyes shot a glare at me,

"Sh- Wait. What?" He crawled toward me like a sweet puppy, "Hey," he whispered, "I know how this looks. This is my blood; you have nothing to worry about. I promise, I ju-"

We could hear the marching of people outside the door going up the stairs past mine and Jaydee's loft to the attic room; maybe six or seven beings, at least.

"You can come out now or we will enter the facility." A male's voice announced.

"Psst. Who lives in the attic?" Mifune was now sitting next to me eyes locked on the ceiling. I looked away from the ceiling back at his face, I had never been this close to him before. He may be an old soul but not necessarily an old man. 

"I have lived here since I came here," you could hear the busting sound of the wooden doorframe as they marred in the door; "no one lives up there."

"Uh, clearly someone does," Mifune smirked crawling back towards the window. I could hear people outside my door once more, then Jaydee's voice coming from just outside his place. "Hey, what's going on out here?" I pressed my face against the door with my eye locked at the peak hole.

"Sir, this is a personal matter and I will have to ask you to please go back into your living quarters." It was the same man that spoke from before.

"Raiding our building at five in the morning and busting down a door to no one's room is a personal matter?" Jaydee's glowing white hair set ablaze into a fiery red.

"Jaydee, don't." I rushed to him through the crowd of people, "Don't make things harder on you than it has to be."

It wasn't until I reached him did I notice who the crowd of people actually were. Multiple Peacemakers, a few Angels and a pair of Halos.

What was going on here? Peacemakers do not come to the Compound.

The only person that had spoken this whole time was a Peacemaker dressed all in white with a yellow band around his left bicep. When he turned to walk away, they all made their way through the front gate and back to their cruisers. It wasn't until then did I wonder where the hell Miles was during all this. He was always missing the "action" around here.

"Hey, are you okay? What happ-"

"I'm fine." Jaydee snapped starting up to the attic room, hair still a blaze.

"H-have you seen Miles?" I yelled up the twisted stairwell.

"Nope, haven't seen that Rat since day before yesterday."

With his front door wide open, I grabbed his staff from just inside the doorway. He's room felt- I got a feeling something was wrong and raced up the staircase to the attic room where Jaydee was still standing in the doorway.

"Jay?"

It was a dark and gloomy room, covered in a thick untouched sheet of dust. A long table ran along each of the four walls with one small tipped over stool in the middle. At the far end of the room near the floor, was a small window covered by an old piece of sheet.

There was no way someone was living up here.

"What the hell?" Jay murmured under his breathe behind me. "I can't get a reading for the room, someone has completely cleared it. Peacemakers can't even do that fully, you know?" He ran his hand over the table, leaving a trail in the dust, picking some up and moving it between his fingertips while pondering the situation at hand.

"Maybe the Peacemakers got clearance, somehow."

"Lyra, Lyra, Lyra. Don't make me laugh, honey."

He snatched his staff, "Hey." Only it was too late, he was already gone.

Teleporting must be an extremely useful gift to own. When we met he told me that he has always been able to do this since he was a young being. I mean, you could be right in the middle of having a full blown conversation with the guy then, poof! That's Jaydee Ryvers for ya.

I stood there for a moment examining the room when I noticed that the stool was now sitting upright. Thinking that was odd my gut feeling returned as I rushed out of the open doorway. I took a deep breath and turned around half excepting something to have been chasing me.

The dull attic light reflected off something under the table that caught my attention. I hadn't noticed it before either. It looked as if it were a small nut or bolt-like item. I power walked over and bent down to grab it when the metal door slammed against the broken frame causing my body to jolt, smashing my head against the bottom of the table, and dropping the item.

"Shit."

The item had left a small trail in the dust where it rolled away to. I stood with haste looking around the room when I noticed only my footsteps where left in the dust, "Odd." I put the item in my pocket and walked to the entryway. Peering back into room one last time, even my footsteps were now gone.

I peeked into Jay's open room on my way down to my floor, but then heard him and Miles talking downstairs. I slammed my opened door heavily behind me and plopped down on the couch, the simulation had finally started up.

Maybe I should call in that plate now. I reached into my pocket, pulling out the item. Holding it up to the light, I noticed a small flash of coding on the inner lip. I had that horrible feeling something bad was about to happen again but the feeling didn't keep me from drifting off to sleep; with the warming light beaming on my face, I didn't even stand a chance.

[onlystylesangels]

Hii! I really love your writing ❤️ can I request a protective!Harry one shot. Maybe y/n having a panic attack or something bc of the crowds xx Thank u

Hello lovie! I know you requested this a long time ago and I apologize for not writing this right away. Here she is and I hope you enjoy! I love this little one shot, so hope you love her too! Much love!!💓❤💞💕

Calming Nerves

Harry was at another gig. He was currently rehearsing while his best friend Y/N was sitting on the seats that were all the way in the back of the arena.

“How do I sound, love?” Harry asked as he spoke through his microphone.

“Pleasant I guess!” Y/N teases as Harry’s smile falls.

“You liar. I think I sound good if I do say so myself.” Harry laughs as Y/N rolls her eyes at his narcissism.

“You wish, Styles!” Y/N smiles as Harry walks off the stage and walks towards Y/N.

“Come, I want to show you the outfit that I’m going to wear today for the show.”

“Is it flashy?”

“What d’ya mean, love?”

“Like sparkly, or you know-”

“Of course it’s sparkly, love. What else would I wear?”

“Harry Styles always going out with a bang.”

“Indeed, love.” Harry mused as they both walked towards the dressing rooms.

“So this is Mitch. The man has worn the same underwear for twelve years now.” Harry said as he whispered the last part.

Y/N glances over at the man with ear length hair as he held a guitar, playing a single string. He stopped what he was doing and glared over at Harry.

“Really, Harry.” Mitch glared at him as he grabbed the guitar strap and pulled it over his head.

“Fuckin’ classic!” Harry giggles as he hides his face behind Y/N's shoulder.

Y/N starts to laugh as she pats Mitch on the shoulder, “Don’t fuss too much about it, Mitch. He’s just like that. He will never change, the buggar.”

“You know you love me, Mitch.” Harry says as he sends him a cheeky smile.

“Can’t enjoy some quiet, huh?”

“We’ll leave you be, Mitch. It’s nice to meet you though.” Y/N says as she extends her hand towards him.

“Likewise, Y/N. Can’t believe a nice person like you knows Harry.”

“Oh bug off, Mitch! I’m nice with ya!" Harry narrows his eyes at him.

"I should've stayed at that pizza joint to be honest."

Their friendship was the best. Well what Harry would say it's the 'bestest'. 

Harry has known Y/N since grade school and they have been friends ever since then. They were magic with each other even though once in a while one of them may tease the other and they would go back and forth. But that was just how friendship were, right?

“Harry! Give that back you twat!”

“Sorry, love. I actually like how it looks on me. What d’ya think, Y/N?” Harry smirks as Y/N just glares at him.

“Give it. Back. Harry!” Y/N taunted as Harry lost his smile and changed to a worried demeanor. 

“Alright. Jus’ don’t hit me!”

“Like I would hit you.”

“You would if you wanted to.” Harry retorted as he gave the sunglasses and hat to Y/N.

“Never in a million years, Harry.” Y/N assured him.

Hours before Harry had to go on stage and perform, Y/N was in the dressing room waiting for him to walk out and guide her towards the part of the arena she was going to be at.

As Y/N was looking at the many little bottles of nail polish, Harry stuck his head out of the curtain and smirked.

"Gonna paint me nails fo' me, Y/N?" Harry asked as he kept his eyes on her.

"No. I was just looking through them. They're pretty colors. Are your nails painted?"

"Nah. I was going to wait fo' the next show. Thinkin' maybe you could help with that." Harry suggested as he was fixing his little sparkly bow on his shirt collar.

"Maybe. I don't know though, you might not like my painting skills."

"Why? Are you bad at painting 'em?"

"Not exactly." Y/N said. Her smile present. "I don't know, I've never painted someone else’s nails before."

"Ohhh. That explains it. I think you'll be fine, love." Harry assured her. He kept trying to tighten up the loose bow but each time he tightened it it fell back to its original floppy mess. 

"Can you help me with this bloody bow? Can't seem to get it right."

Y/N stood in front of him and gently pulled onto the two loose strands of fabric. His face was nearly close to her face as she started to tie the little bow.

"Didn't know you were strong, love." Harry teased as he looked straight into her eyes and lifted her chin so she could make eye contact with him.

"Sorry. I didn't want to pull that hard. I thought I was gentle with it." She apologized. Her hands busy with trying to create a simple knot.

Harry didn't say anything he just stood there and had his head low at Y/N's height. 

Y/N was also struggling to tie this bow and trying to make it look semi presentable. With one last knot she finally gave up and released her grip from Harry's collar.

"Is this okay?"

Harry nods as he looks at himself in the mirror. 

After Harry was dressed and was ready to go out on stage he made sure Y/N knew where she was staying during the show. He wanted to make sure he could see her through the crowds he knew there was going to be.

**//**

Y/N stood behind the black barriers as she had a good view of the stage and where the band and Harry will at. She was excited to see her best friend perform. This was her first time that she was going to see Harry perform. Harry always tried convincing her that she should come along with them to every show, Y/N would say yes all those times that he did ask her, but she couldn’t leave her responsibilities behind and go with Harry for who knows how many months on the road. So that’s why last week she ringed Harry and told him that she was going to join him if he was alright with it obviously. Harry was excited to bring her along with him and the crew, it was a day that him and Y/N have been looking forward to.

Right as the lights began moving, as they hit every part of the arena and the sound of the choir starting from the song Only Angel, Y/N was ready she knew she was going to see Harry already knowing what he was wearing. People beside her started screaming as the screen started to slowly lift up, clouds of smoke and lights blinding them so they couldn’t see the band or Harry just yet. Screams of excitement and people jumping up and down and leaning forwards as they tried to get a good glimpse of the stage. Once the drums and guitars were heard Harry jumped and began walking towards areas of the stage and greet his fans. He blew them kisses and waved his hands as he said hello, once he faced the area that Y/N was standing at he stopped for a bit and tried looking for her and when he set eyes on her he smiled and blew a kiss to her and the fans around her. 

Y/N was jumping, singing along to every song and was having a fantastic time at her best friend’s concert. She was so proud of Harry and how much he has achieved in the past few years. He’s only twenty-four and he already had a debut album that hit #1 world-wide and he acted in a movie just last year. She was proud of him and she made sure Harry knew it every day they either talked on the phone or whenever they had the chance to hang out. 

Every once in a while Harry would glance where Y/N was at and smirked at her and went back to looking ahead at the crowds. Y/N’s smiled when the fans put up colored lights up with their phones, creating a rainbow around the entire arena. It was just… beautiful. Harry had the most dedicated fans in the world that all of this probably took them long to set this up with everyone in the arena. Harry appreciated the lights and bowed his head and whispered a ‘thank you’ to himself. 

Everything was perfect. Harry, the band and Y/N was singing along the whole time. Right after he sang his last song before he walked towards the little stage, someone behind her bumps into her and she was about to complain to them, but she felt more people pushing and shoving each other as they tried to get close to the barrier. Y/N was nervous and paranoid at the same time. She became breathless as nerves started to consume her as she was worried that she wasn’t going to be able to breath with so much people huddling together trying to catch a glimpse of Harry walking along the corridors. Y/N tried yelling but nothing came out but just a quiet whisper. The girl beside her noticed her struggling to breath as Y/N had her hand on her racing heart. The girl told the girl next to her to yell to the security so they could help Y/N. The security followed suit and tried to get Y/N out as the crowds were still huddled together, this caught Harry’s attention. He went towards the area where Y/N was in and he tried to see what was going on and once he glanced at what was going on he saw Y/N being pulled away from the group and out into the corridor. 

“Y/N!” Harry yelled out. He rushed towards Y/N and tried to wake her but she wasn’t waking up. “I need you to help her please! Take her backstage!” Harry yelled out as he addressed it to the two security guards.

The security guards carried her away backstage as Harry followed close behind them leaving behind puzzled fans.

Y/N was breathing slowly. Before the security guards carried her out of the crowd she saw white little stars and everything around her became blurry she didn’t even hear Harry’s voice when he came beside her and ran right behind the security guards with her delicate body in their arms.

**//**

As soon as the security guards rushed Y/N backstage and set her down on a couch, they tried waking her up with a little cotton ball covered with rubbing alcohol. One of the security guards brought up to her nose as Y/N eventually woke up her eyes wandered where she was and she felt at ease when she landed eyes on Harry.

“Harry?” Y/N gasped. Her sights still a little foggy.

“Y/N. Y/N, you fucking scared the shit out of me!” Harry said as he caressed Y/N’s cheek and tried to calm her nerves.

“I’m sorry Harry. I- I don’t know what the hell happened, I jus- I just felt dizzy and I couldn’t breathe because of people pushing each other and huddling together.” Y/N let out, as her eyes now slowly deciphered the place better. Lights started connecting as she started seeing less foggy lights.

“You don’t have nothing to be sorry, love. I’m sorry I put you in the first row. I just thought you wanted to see me better.” Harry was now running his hand through Y/N’s hair and pressed his forehead against hers. “I’m so sorry, love this happened to you.” 

Y/N was going to say something back that he shouldn’t be sorry. He didn’t know what was going to happen and neither did she. Y/N has had occurrences like this, but she wasn’t in a situation where she was pushed against so many people. She knew it was a panic attack and she didn’t want to worry Harry more than he already was. She just wanted him to go back on stage and do his job, she didn’t want him to stay here with her and ignore his fans who were probably shocked on what happened. 

“I need to stay here with you, Y/N. I can cancel this show and move it up, I have to stay here with you, love.” Harry said as if he heard the exact words in her head a moment ago. 

“I want you to go back on stage, Harry. You need to go back to your fans, I promise I’ll be fine here, yeah? Just go out there and perform your ass off, yeah? Can you do that for me?” Y/N spoke her voice was a bit raspy from the lack of energy that she felt. It was now her turn to caress Harry’s cheek, she smiled and mouthed a ‘please’ to him to go back on stage. There was no reaction from him, but she knew that he was thinking how crazy she was for telling him to go back on stage and perform as if nothing ever happened to her. 

But he knew she was not stopping from insisting him to go back up. So he did and he kissed Y/N on the forehead and told the security guard to hook up the small television to the cameras that were on so she could see him still. Not in person, but on screen. 

Harry didn’t leave the small room before telling Y/N that he loved her. They both smiled to each other and Harry was off running again towards the stage.

**//**

Y/N was sat on the couch watching the small television where Harry was seen and the band. Temporarily the camera would look towards the crowd and then it shot back to Harry. She enjoyed this, she knew it wouldn’t have been the same feeling than physically being in the arena but what could she do? Either way she loved the show, she was recovering from the panic attack she had by drinking lots of water. There were occasions that she would drift off into a little nap and then wake back up still looking at the little television.

Y/N was unsure when the concert ended, she fell asleep during the last half of the show. She woke right up when she felt a gentle nudge from something touching her shoulder and feels someone sits next to her. 

“Y/N? Love are you awake?” A voice asks. Y/N wakes up with a deep inhale of air and rubs her eyes to see who was talking to her.

“Harry.” She groggily says. A lazy smile coming along as Harry smiles and reaches over and tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Is it over?”

“The show? Yeah. It’s over, love.” Harry says as he rubs up and down on her calf to calm her.

“Sorry. I fell asleep during the last bit.” 

Harry laughs and keeps his hand on Y/N’s calf. “Was it that boring of a show? Am I that boring?” Y/N giggles and tries to tickle him with her foot, but failed, Harry caught her foot before she could do anything.

“You weren’t boring, H. I was just tired, that's all.”

“I know, love. I was just messing with ya. But are you feeling better? Any pain?”

Y/N shakes her head and lifts herself up so she could sit properly. “Just tired and hungry. Care to get some pizza?” Y/N suggests. Her eyes were still a bit sleepy.

“Sounds good. But we’re ordering. Do you want some ice cream too?” Harry caressed her face and played with her hair as Y/N smiled at him.

“Yes please.” Y/N said as she set her head on Harry’s shoulder and he wrapped his arms around her small frame and kissed the top of her head. 

**//**

“Harry! You’re going to make a mess, love!” Y/N screamed as she watched Harry stand in front of a big fan eating away his ice cream cone.

“Nothing will happen, love.” Harry nonchalantly spoke. He started to eat the ice cream in a weird position, his arms were inches away from his body and ice cream was dripping down his hand.

“Harry!” 

“It’s fine, love. We can clean it up later.” He replied back. He continued licking away at his ice cream.

They were in Y/N’s hotel room. Y/N was keen about leaving this hotel room spotless before they leave to go back on the road. But here was Harry being stubborn as ever and eating his ice cream in front of a fan as the ice cream kept streaming down his hands and dripping down onto the floor.  

“Harry, you’re going to clean that up, you little twat.” Y/N warned as she pointed at the mess he made on the tiled floor of the kitchen.

Harry nodded his head. “Promise I’ll clean it up, darlin’.” Harry said as he was now washing his sticky hands over the sink. Harry dried up his hands and went towards the couch where Y/N was sitting down watching an episode of Friends.

“Love you, Y/N.” He whispered in Y/N’s ear as she shivered from his breath hitting her skin.

“I love you too, Harry. Thank you for spending time with me. I know you should rest because of another show tomorrow.” 

Harry dragged his pointer finger along her cheek and smiled, he stared at her face and stopped to stare at her lips. 

“I wanted to, Y/N. You’re no bother.” Harry confessed, his hands doing wonders to her skin as he rubbed soothing circles on her shoulders. 

Harry and Y/N spent their night watching episodes of Friends until they started to get sleepy. Harry carried Y/N’s body towards the master bedroom and set her down on the mattress. Y/N asked him if he could take off her shorts for her and he obliged. Once Y/N was comfortable on the bed, Harry took off his shirt and sweats that he put on before they drove to the hotel after the concert.

Harry climbs onto the bed as Y/N’s back is facing him. He lies down and covers himself with the light blanket and looks over Y/N’s back.

“Is this okay?” He whispers and puts a hand on her shoulder.

Y/N turns around to face him and wraps her arms around him. “Yes.” She kisses him on the forehead. “This is okay.” She says and tucks her head in the crook of his neck and inhales his familiar scent that she came to love so much. “I love you, Harry.” She whispers as goosebumps start trickling on Harry’s skin. 

“I love you too, my darlin’.”

Harry peppered kisses all over Y/N’s face making her giggle hysterically and Harry smiles from her cute reaction. Y/N does the same and kisses his bare chest where the tattooed swallows are at. They eventually fall asleep as they try to get their sleep so they’re ready for the next upcoming show of her best friend; Harry Styles.