#harry styles dodgers

[riickgrimes]

thomas brodie sangster im sorry i was not familiar with your game

[watchmegetobsessed]

GOLDEN TICKET

A/N: a little something to set off this year's halloween🎃 though i plan to post another fic too tomorrow!

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SUMMARY: You change your mind about your halloween costume last minute because you fear Harry might find it too revealing, but he thinks otherwise.

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With a longing sigh you take one last look of the costume you intended to wear tonight before showing it into your closet and changing your mind for good. Your original costume was awesome and you knew you’d have gotten tons of compliments as a sexy Willy Wonka, but you might have one a little overboard with the sexy part. You found the perfect red velvet coat in a thrift store in the summer and you knew you had to buy it for Halloween and later you opted for a very tiny black dress underneath. Very. Tiny. It shows a great amount of cleavage and your butt is barely covered too, but you thought the coat would cover everything necessary. You would have paired it all with a pair of thigh high boots and you ordered a wig, the hat and the iconic pair of glasses too to top it all off.

But things have changed since the summer, you were single back then, ready to make jaws drop at the Halloween frat party, but September came with an unexpected turn.

You started dating Harry Styles. The most wanted man on campus.

You’re still unsure how you ended up scoring the guy every girl drools after in school, but he is yours, you’re happier than ever and you don’t want to mess it up with anything. Like dressing too slutty for a party and causing a scene when guys catcall you for wearing such a tiny dress. Harry hasn’t given you any reason to think he would flip, but you just don’t want to risk it. Fratboys tend to be a tad bit too territorial when it comes to girlfriends, you’ve seen it yourself last year when Thomas Welsh dragged his girlfriend out of a party when he saw her walk into the room in a tight and cropped tanktop. Everyone heard them fight outside, Thomas was seeing red, accusing poor girl with straight up wanting to cheat on him in front of his eyes.

You are definitely not trying to go through the same thing, so Willy Wonka is ditched.

When Harry texts you that he is just about five minutes away from your dorm, you’ve just finished getting ready. Since you changed your mind about the costume so last minute, you didn’t have time to put together a killer second one so you ended up with a basic Wednesday Adams costume, since you had everything for that in your wardrobe already. It looks fine, the braids look actually cute on you, but you still feel bitter about not being Willy Wonka.

There’s a knock on your door and you rush to open it. Harry is standing there, leaning against the doorframe in his sparkly Elton John LA Dodgers outfit that you helped him pick out. He looks amazing and it’s the first time you see him with the glasses on. The fit is on point for sure.

He is smirking brightly when you open the door, but when he sees you, confusion takes over his expression as he walks in.

“What happened?” he asks, taking a long look at your outfit.

“What do you mean?”

“You said you’d be Willy Wonka. What happened to that?”

You open your mouth to tell him you never told him you’d be Willy Wonka, but then you realize that you actually did. On your first date.

And he remembered.

“Um… That didn’t work out,” you shrug, playing it off as you gather your phone and purse so you can leave. Or you at least try to, because Harry takes your hands, empties them and pulls you to your bed.

“Why don’t you want to wear the Willy Wonka costume, babe? You seemed so excited about it earlier.”

“How do you even remember? I briefly mentioned it on our first date,” you huff, trying to change the subject sneakily.

“I remember everything about you,” he grins, tapping a finger on your nose. “Now tell me, what happened to the costume? Did it get ruined or something?”

“Nothing. It’s still fine in my closet,” you mumble.

“So then why aren’t you wearing it?”

“Can we just move on, please? You don’t like my Wednesday costume?”

“I like it, but you clearly don’t.”

You groan as you roll your eyes. You hate how persistent he is, but it’s also one of his best traits. He doesn’t slack, he doesn’t try to avoid anything.

“The dress is… kinda revealing. Or more like… slutty,” you admit, looking anywhere but at his handsome face. “I don’t want you to get frustrated when other guys comment on it.”

He stays silent then, for so long that you look at him at last only to see him smiling at you. That’s not the reaction you were expecting, at all.

“Wear the costume, Y/N.”

“What? Didn’t you hear me?” you ask with wide eyes.

“I did,” he nods.

“I said my dress is slutty. I mean, really! It’s short, tight and my boobs are on display,” you repeat, elaborating on the details, but he is still smirking cheekily at you.

“Now I just want to see you in it even more. Wear the costume, babe.”

“You’re not gonna… make a scene if someone says something dirty?”

“I know how to fight,” he shrugs nonchalantly. “They can look all they want, I’m fine with that, but I’ll just throw punches if they make you uncomfortable. Easy as it is.”

“You’re not gonna turn into the green eyed monster if you see someone staring at my boobs or legs?”

“As long as they are just looking, I think I’ll be fine. I will look too,” he adds with a chuckle. “I’m a pretty calm dude. I’ll only act if I feel like you’re in danger.”

You’re speechless. Completely.

Any guy you know would have flipped and turned into a cavemen while Harry is just sitting there, smiling calmly at you. It starts to sink in for real that you’ve hit the jackpot with him.

But you kinda already knew that.

Leaning in you press a big, sloppy kiss to his lips before jumping up from the bed to change. Harry makes himself comfortable on your bed, scrolling on his phone and you tell him to cover his eyes before you put on your costume and do the last touches.

“Ready?” you ask him, striking a pose in front of him as he sits with his hand over his eyes.

“Absolutely,” he grins.

“Okay, you can look.”

He moves his hand and his eyes land on you. His mouth hangs open as he runs his gaze up and down your body over and over again.

“What do you think?” you ask, fixing your hat, giving him a twirl. He is just staring at you, not saying a word and as the moments pass by silently, you get scared the dress is too much after all and he has changed his mind. “I-I can change back if—“

“No, no, no!” he jumps up from the bed, walking over to you. “Don’t change!”

“But you seem… shocked. You don’t like it?” you nervously ask as his hands find their way to your waist, pulling you against him.

“I love it, babe. I just… I have never wanted to have sex with Willy Wonka, so it’s a surprise to me,” he admits, making you laugh.

“It’s not too much? Are you sure you’re fine with me wearing it?”

“You can wear anything you want. I told you,” he smirks. “I know how to fight.”

He kisses you as his arms tighten around you and the two of you get carried away pretty fast, especially when he realizes just how easily he can get under your dress with this skirt length.

“Mm, wait, we’re already awfully late,” you remind him between kisses.

“But Mrs. Wonka, I won the golden ticket!” he whines playfully.

“I will show you around the chocolate factory later, okay?” you giggle, stealing a few more kisses before peeling him off of you.

“Will I get a taste too, if I’ll be a good boy tonight?” he cheekily asks, following you out of the room.

“Of course. I’ll give you my sweetest treats,” you grin at him.

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[foxes-that-run]

Two Ghosts

In 5 - 7 minutes of Behind the Album there is footage of Harry working on the melody, lyrics and recording two ghosts in Jamaica in late 2016. He goes on to moving from 1D where his personal life was overexposed and wanting to write music that was successful without people knowing about his personal life. He has made a similar comment to Rolling Stone “I don’t know much about Van Morrison’s life, but I know how he felt about this girl, because he put it in a song. So I like working the same way.”

When was it written

On it's release in May 2017 Harry said it was written “almost 4 years ago now”. in Summer 2013, Midnight Memories had his first writing credits, Happily and Something Great, Style was not written then. While possible, Two Ghosts is more mature. I think he thought he “wrote too many songs about” her and changed the time.

By 2019 he'd moved on and he told Rolling Stone it was written for Made in the AM. (Summer, 2015.) That places it with Walking on the wind, if I could fly, Olivia and Perfect, which also refer to 1989. FTDT and Woman are the same period, but don’t have lyrics that ID them like two ghosts.

To me, Two Ghosts is about reflecting on a lost love. The premise os the song reflects the Style MV which has Harry and Taylor shot in a ghostly way. The Style MV was released Valentines Day 2015, the anniversary of them getting together in 2014.

It has only been played live once since 2018, on Valentines Day 2020, further indicated it may have been written on Valentines Day 2015. Harry choose it over Golden when promoting Fine Line on Radio 2's Valentines Show in 2020, (16 mins), the only time it's been played in 4 years now. Harry also played Joni Mitchell’s yellow taxi which Joni tweeted about the anniversary of.

1D was in Australia, HS was flat. Style was #6, named after him and with footage is intentionally reminiscent. Even more interesting that we never saw the Two Ghosts MV, though Taylor referenced it in Me!'s.

On holding it back to be Solo

From Rolling Stone: "Sometimes if you’re, like, telling a really personal story, then the voice changes every few lines; it doesn’t quite do the same thing. As the songs got more personal, I think I just became more aware that at some point there might be a moment where I would want to sing it myself.”

"A turning point was “Two Ghosts,” a ballad from his solo debut. “’Two Ghosts’ I wrote for the band, for Made in the A.M. But the story was just a bit too personal. As I started opening up to write my more personal stuff, I just became aware of a piece of me going, ‘I want to sing the whole thing.’ Now I look at a track list and these are all my little babies. So every time I’m playing a song, I can remember writing it, and exactly where we were and exactly what happened in my life when I wrote it."

Questions on who it’s about

Nick Grimshaw asked Harry (at 4:38) if it was about Taylor. Media trained, 5 year seasoned TS question dodger, Harry had an adorable reaction. He and Nick are friends, he’s being coy and laughing, answering “I think it’s pretty self explanatory” adding “I think it’s about, sometimes things change, and you can do all the same things, and sometimes it’s just different, you know? 2017, Philosopher, London, England.” Then he laughs and dances around.

Lyrics

Same lips red, same eyes blue Same white shirt, couple more tattoos But it's not you and it's not me Tastes so sweet, looks so real Sounds like something that I used to feel But I can't touch what I see

The song clearly references Style, the music video for which was filmed in November 2014 while they were together and released in February 2015 after they broke up while he was in Australia.

The video is meant to be something he used to feel, that looks real but he can’t touch. It shows Taylor and Harry-stand-in with projections, playing with light and it’s interspersed with home video footage. The footage is thought to be shot in part by Harry, or at least wearing outfits she was pictured with him in.

We're not who we used to be We're not who we used to be We're just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me Trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat

In the chorus moves from the reminder of the Video to the memory. Reflecting on looking at an idealised version of his relationship that’s now broken up and he’s grieving.

Taylor had referred to Harry as a ghost in How You Get The Girl “Stand there like a ghost shaking from the rain”

The fridge light washes this room white Moon dances over your good side And this was all we used to need Tongue-tied like we've never known Telling those stories we already told 'Cause we don't say what we really mean

In the second verse Harry reflects on their downfall, a lack of communication.

Taylor refers to herself as tongue-tied in Message in a bottle on Red “and I became hypnotised/ by freckles and bright eyes, tongue tied”

Harry later refers to being still tongue-tied in Sunflower Vol 6. Taylor also sang about not saying what the mean in Wish you Would: “You think I'm gonna hate you now / ‘Cause you still don't know what I never said”

We're just two ghosts swimming in a glass half empty Trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat

This may refer to being emotionally depleted, as in Ever Since New York: "Brooklyn saw me, empty at the news / There's no water inside this swimming pool"

Or it could refer to being in an ever shrinking microscope, Taylor later used a Snowglobe and Fishbowl in the Lover Video to represent being on display together.

[blackholepenguin]

Just finished watching The Artful Dodger on Disney + (in the UK). Can't recommend enough. Totally enjoyable, great pacing, witty and insightful (but not in a preachy way, in a 'omg I didn't actually know that about life, history and medicine and that's so interesting' way), bit of Peaky Blinders style modern music to get you amped for all the crime caper parts. It's graphically gory in places but I just watched through my fingers 😅

It's got the kid from Love Actually and Queens Gambit. And the werewolf teacher from the best Harry Potter film. Don't know the rest of the cast but they are all great. Especially the mother.

I've never read/watched the source material so I can't comment on the accuracy. I think I saw the animated version with the cats once but I don't remember any of it. But you can def enjoy without knowing the original story.

Support good things and check it out 💕

[teddyfalls]

ׂׂૢ who i will write for! ⋆.ೃ࿔* .ೃ࿐

- i’m multifandom, so a lot of people. if they’re not on this list, just request in my asks and i’ll likely know who you mean!

- bold = most written for

THE SUMMER I TURNED PRETTY,,

conrad fisher, jeremiah fisher, steven conklin

CRIMINAL MINDS,,

spencer reid, derek morgan, aaron hotchner, emily prentiss, will lamontagne, jennifer “jj” jareau

9-1-1 / 9-1-1 LONESTAR,,

evan “buck” buckley, eddie diaz, howard “chimney” han, albert han, judd ryder, marjan marwani

THE ROOKIE,,

tim bradford, lucy chen, jackson west, angela lopez, wesley evers

OUTERBANKS,,

jj maybank, pope heyward, rafe cameron

MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE,,

loki laufeyson, kate bishop, daredevil, dr. stephen strange, hobie brown/spiderpunk, any peter parker, miles morales, miguel o’hara, bucky barnes, steve rogers // captain america, natasha romanoff, druig

F1 DRIVERS,,

lando norris, oscar piastri, charles leclerc, george russell, lewis hamilton

SHADOW AND BONE // SIX OF CROWS,,

nikolai lantsov, kaz brekker, jesper fahey, inej ghafa, matthias helvar, nina zenik, malyen oretsev, alina starkov

CELEBS,,

harry styles, callum turner, taylor swift, austin butler, thomas brodie-sangster, matthew gray gubler, jude bellingham

OTHERS,,

theseus scammander, newt, jack dawkins // the artful dodger, george weasley, patrick verona, rodrick heffley, thomas webb, carlos de vil, anthony lockwood, benedict bridgerton, sam & dean winchester

⌗ teddyfalls

[brutal-out-here]

BOOKS:

》Percy Jackson

》Heroes of Olympus

》Mphfpc

》Magnus Chase

》The Darkest Minds

》The Maze Runner

》The Kane Chronicles

》Narnia

MOVIES:

《MCU

《ATSV

《Dead Poets Society

《Enola Holmes

《The Hunger Games

《Top Gun Maverick

《Narnia

《The Maze Runner

《Love and Monsters

《Damsel

《Totally Killer

《 Bottoms

《Anne of Green Gables Films

《Do Revenge

《Lisa Frankenstein

《Scream Films

《How to Date Billy Walsh

《The Other Zoey

《Descendants

《Little Women

《X-men

《Star Wars

《DC

《Avatar

SERIES:

》Percy Jackson series

》Arcane

》The Originals

》Legend of Korra

》Supernatural

》Doctor Who

》Blue Eye Samurai

》My Babysitter's A Vampire

》Wolfblood

》Teen Wolf

》The Vampire Diaries

》Lockwood & Co

》The Walking Dead

》9-1-1 Fox/Abc

》One Piece (Live Action)

》Gilmore Girls

》Renegade Nell

》Interview with the Vampire

》The Mandalorian

》The Artful Dodger

》Wednesday

》Stranger Things

》Heartstopper

》Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.

》Outer Banks

》Julie & The Phantoms

》Avatar The Last Airbender

》House of the Dragon

》School Spirits

》Cobra Kai

》Wandavision

》 Moon Knight

》TFATWS

》Daisy Jones & The Six

》Shadow & Bone

》DC Titans

》The Summer I Turned Pretty

》Willow

》Warrior Nun

》Derry Girls

》Gotham

》Loki Series

》Legacies

》Hawkeye Series

》Peaky Blinders

》Billy the Kid

》The Witcher

》Deadly Class

》The Queen's Gambit

》Bridgerton

》Yellowjackets

》The Last of Us

》Queen Charlotte

》XO, Kitty

》The Bear

》The Flash

》The Umbrella Academy

》Shadowhunters

MUSIC:

《Taylor Swift

《Sabrina Carpenter

《Maisie Peters

《Olivia Rodrigo

《Chappell Roan

《Gracie Abrams

《Reneé Rapp

《Dylan

《R5

《New Hope Club

《The Vamps

《One Direction

《Harry Styles

《Why Don't We

《5SOS

《Billie Eilish

《Kelsea Ballerini

《Dodie

CURRENTLY WATCHING:

》What We Do in The Shadows

》Supernatural re-watch

HAVE NOT FINISHED WATCHING (YET):

《Daredevil - S2

《The 100 - S5

《Anne With An E - S1 Ep7

《Riverdale - S5

《The Gifted - S2 Ep2

《Voltron - S3

《Merlin - S1

《Lucifer - S6

《Yellowjackets - S2

《Buffy the Vampire Slayer S1 Ep3

TOO READ:

》Trials of Apollo

》Magnus Chase

》Shadow & Bone

》Six of Crows

》The Cruel Prince

》Maze Runner: The Kill Order

》Maze Runner: The Fever Code

》Lockwood & Co

[somuchyoudontknow]

So tomorrow is the big day…will Chris attend the wedding or not? 🤷🏻‍♀️

I am still convinced it‘s PR and he is chilling in MA with Dodger while Trollba is at the wedding 😂

But I think that his showing/no showing will be an important point…is it PR or not?

And I am excited because the wedding is in my time zone.

Yes, it will be interesting to see what happens.

Let's not forget Harry and Olivia confirmed their pr rs by attending a wedding.

If he doesn't go, the PR narrative will not change.

[luxuryandsports1]

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[laresearchette]

Friday, June 23, 2023 Canadian TV Listings (Times Eastern)

WHERE CAN I FIND THOSE PREMIERES?: CARPOOL KARAOKE: THE SERIES (Apple TV +) SWAGGER (Apple TV +) THE LAST DRIVE-IN WITH JOE BOB BRIGGS (Shudder) QUICKSAND (Shudder)

WHAT IS NOT PREMIERING IN CANADA TONIGHT? GOLD RUSH: MINE RESCUE WITH FREDDY AND JUAN (Premiering on June 27 on Discovery Canada at 10:00pm)

NEW TO AMAZON PRIME CANADA/CBC GEM/CRAVE TV/DISNEY + STAR/NETFLIX CANADA:

AMAZON PRIME CANADA THE DEFENDERS EL EXTRAÑO CASO DEL FANTASMA CLAUSTROFÓBICO I’M A VIRGO MURILO COUTO COMEDY SPECIAL NOCEBO

CBC GEM JUMP, DARLING

CRAVE TV ALIEN ALIENS THE FAULT IN OUR STARZ IDENTITY THIEF THE LAKE HOUSE MRS. HARRIS GOES TO PARIS PHILADELPHIA PRANCER: A CHRISTMAS TALE THE PRESTIGE SULLIVAN’S CROSSING (Season 1)

DISNEY + STAR JACINTA REVENANT (Season 1, all episodes) WORLD’S BEST

NETFLIX CANADA CATCHING KILLERS (Season 3) !NUMBER NUMBER: JOZI GOLD KING OF CLONES MAKE ME BELIEVE THE PERFECT FIND THROUGH MY WINDOW: ACROSS THE SEA

MLB BASEBALL (SN) 7:00pm: A’s vs. Jays (SN Now) 7:00pm: Mariners vs. Orioles (SN1) 7:00pm: Rangers vs. Yankees (SN1) 10:00pm: Astros vs. Dodgers

CFL FOOTBALL (TSN/TSN4/TSN5) 7:30pm: Alouettes vs. Ti-Cats

STREET OUTLAWS: MEGA CASH DAYS (Discovery Canada) 8:00pm (SEASON PREMIERE): Mega Cash Days is back; this time, 64 racers compete on small tires; some of the biggest names in "Street Outlaws" are grouped in Bracket One, and chaos ensues when the light malfunctions on the first race.

MICHIF COUNTRY (APTN) 8:30pm: Indigenous businessman Arnold Asham traps and sets up snares with Métis trappers Earl and Rene; Arnold, famous for his line of curling gear and for touring with his dance troupe, is an experienced trapper himself and shares his own knowledge.

CROSS COUNTRY CAKE OFF (CTV) 9:00pm: Cake makers show off their proudest creations; Judges Mary and Andrew taste a slice of their lives and pick the four best to bake their "Bucket List" dreams in cake form.

THE REAL HOUSEWIVES OF MELBOURNE (Slice) 9:00pm (SEASON PREMIERE): Janet, Jackie and Gamble reunite in epic style; Jackie nears the end of her eighth round of IVF and is doing it tough; a chance meeting with a yoga teacher and her wine-executive friend leads to a tense lunch; conflict erupts at a spa event.

MRS. HARRIS GOES TO PARIS (Crave) 9:00pm: A cleaning lady falls madly in love with a couture Dior dress, deciding she must have one of her own. After working to raise the funds to pursue her dream, she embarks on an adventure to Paris that will change the very future of the House of Dior.

CRIME BEAT (Global) 10:00pm: A young mother is found dead in her home; her little girl is missing, sparking an amber alert; police use advancements in technology to find the little girl; her ex is in the spotlight and public opinion points to him, a true whodunnit.

[formeryelpers]

Local Fixture, 6728 Bright Ave, Whittier, CA 90601

I was trying to think of a way to describe the vast array of merchandise that Local Fixture carries – general store came to mind. I visited their website and they do call themselves a general store. If you’re looking for gifts that are under $50 (for the most part) and on the smaller side, they have tons of items for kids, teens, women, and men with a wide range of tastes.

They have sunglasses, jewelry, candles, apothecary, plush toys, cookbooks, kid’s books, TONS of Dodgers gear, Whittier local clothing, hats, scarves, bags, gadgets, art supplies, greeting cards, trays, live plants, planters, socks, blankets, mugs, water bottles, keychains, pins, stickers, etc. They carry brands like Herschel, Fjallraven, Baggu, Volupsa, Hydro Flask, New Era, etc. I think it’s geared towards college students and millennials.

I think the $16 mugs are overpriced for the quality and the keychains are pricey too because they look like they’re low quality. I wanted to get my friend a Harry Styles air freshener but $12 seemed like a lot for a small novelty air freshener. That air freshener is $6 at The Monroe Mercantile.

My picks:

Harry Styles birthday cards for my friend ($5)

At the very back they have a coffee bar that serves Stumptown Coffee espresso drinks and sells donuts.

4 out of 5 stars

By Lolia S.

[parmerjohn]

I miss 2017 dodgers tumblr with that Kenley Jansen blog and the girl with the harry styles pfp

[marisasmusicreviews]

Concerts I Have Attended (list in progress)

Matchbox Twenty (Train) - September 28th, 2001, Tour 2001, Arrowhead Pond, Anaheim, CA

Paul McCartney - May 4th, 2002, Driving World Tour, Staples Center, Los Angeles, CA

Fitz and the Tantrums - April 5th, 2014, Hollywood Palladium, Los Angeles, CA (Opening Act: Bad Suns)

Kenny Loggins - July 10th, 2014, Fox Performing Arts Center, Riverside, CA

Weezer - August 2nd, 2014, Del Mar Summer Concert Series - Del Mar, CA

Fitz and the Tantrums - September 28th, 2014, Riverside Municipal Auditorium, Riverside, CA

Weezer - September 6th, 2015 - Del Mar Summer Concert Series - Del Mar, CA

Foo Fighters - September 22, 2015, Sonic Highways World Tour, The Forum, Inglewood, CA

The Darkness - April 13th, 2016 - Back to the USSA Tour - Riverside Municipal Auditorium, Riverside, CA

Matchbox Twenty (Counting Crows) - July 31st, 2017 - A Brief History of Everything Tour - The Forum, Inglewood, CA

Harry Styles - July 13th, 2018 - Live on Tour - The Forum, Inglewood, CA

Justin Timberlake - April 28th, 2018 - The Man of the Woods Tour - The Forum, Inglewood, CA

Justin Timberlake - February 22nd, 2019 - The Man of the Woods Tour, Honda Center, Anaheim, CA

Jonas Brothers - October 21st, 2019 - Happiness Begins Tour, Hollywood Bowl, Los Angeles, CA

Jonas Brothers - December 14th, 2019 - Happiness Begins Tour, The Forum, Inglewood, CA

Jonas Brothers - January 25th, 2020 - Citi Sound Vault, Hollywood Palladium, Los Angeles, CA

Jonas Brothers - August 20th, 2021 - Remember This Tour, Park Theater, Las Vegas, NV

Jonas Brothers - August 21st, 2021 - Remember This Tour, Park Theater, Las Vegas, NV

Jonas Brothers - October 1st, 2021 - Remember This Tour, Fenway Park, Boston, MA

Jonas Brothers - October 27th, 2021 - Remember This Tour, Hollywood Bowl, Los Angeles, CA

Russ - May 5th, 2022 - The Journey is Everything World Tour, Hollywood Bowl, Los Angeles, CA (special guests BIA, Bugus, Ktlyn, YG, Ty Dolla $ign and Big Sean)

Jonas Brothers - June 3rd, 2022 - Live in Vegas 2022, Las Vegas, NV

Jonas Brothers - June 4th, 2022 - Live in Vegas 2022, Las Vegas, NV

Rick Springfield - August 20th, 2022 - Youtube Theater, Inglewood, CA

Jessie Reyez - October 24th, 2022, The Yessie Tour, Hollywood Palladium, Los Angeles, CA

Danny Elfman - October 29th, 2022 - From Boingo to Batman to Big Mess and Beyond, Hollywood Bowl, Los Angeles, CA

Harry Styles - November 9th, 2011, Love on Tour, Kia Forum, Inglewood, CA

Smokey Robinson - December 10th, 2022 - Music & Memories Tour, YouTube Theater, Inglewood, CA

Jonas Brothers - January 7, 2023 - AT&T Playoff Playlist (Openers: Em Beihold & DUCKWRTH), Banc of California Stadium, Los Angeles, CA

Jonas Brothers - March 18th, 2023 - Jonas Brothers on Broadway, (The Album), Marquis Theatre, New York, NY.

Jonas Brothers - April 25th, 2023 - Los Angeles One Night Only, The Theatre at Ace Hotel, Los Angeles, CA.

Jonas Brothers - September 9th, 2023 - The Tour (Opener: Lawrence the Band), Dodger Stadium, Los Angeles, CA.

Coldplay - October 1st, 2023 - Music of the Spheres World Tour (Opener: H.E.R.), Rose Bowl, Pasadena, CA.

Jonas Brothers - October 29th, 2023 - The Tour (Opener: Lawrence the Band), Honda Center, Anaheim, CA.

Depeche Mode - December 17th, 2023, Memento Mori World Tour (Opener: Young Fathers), Crypto.Com Arena, Los Angeles, CA.

[skyburialatnight]

2022 favs meme! Thanks to @take-in-time for tagging me!

I truly don't remember half the things I've done but let's see! I've changed the format because it's me and I ramble.

If you want an excuse to ramble about your fave media, I'm tagging you!

favorite books

I was really into Roopa Farooki's books this year. She's a Pakistani-British writer, and her books are about dysfunctional Pakistani families that are immigrants. I read:

-Everything is True, about her time as a doctor in the first 40 days of Covid

-The Way Things Look to Me, about three siblings whose parents have died, meaning the two older siblings need to support the youngest, and how they do (or don't) do that.

-The Good Children, about four siblings, two men and two women, who grew up with an abusive mum, and how that's impacted their lives as adults

Other shoutouts to:

-Nona the Ninth by Tamsyn Muir

-the Murderbot Diaries by Martha Wells

-the Dr Greta Helsing trilogy by Vivian Shaw, Gods of Jade and Shadow, and Mexican Gothic by Silvia Moreno-Garcia

-Waiting for Elijah by Kate Wild (this one was sad)

-The Darkness Outside Us by Eliot Schrafer (loud screaming)

-the Something is Killing the Children Graphic Novels

-Interviews with Monster Girls manga

favorite movies

I never goddamn watch movies even though I should. So here are the ones I've watched that I enjoyed:

-The Bad Guys (the animated one with another wolf man to add to the tumblr's furry roster)

-The Batman (It was so long but yeah I really liked it!)

-Uhhhhhhhh

-Thor Love and Thunder (it was mindless, not as good as Ragnarok, but I had fun)

-Rehearsal for a Murder (I watched this one cos the local community theatre is going to produce it next year and I wanted to see if any parts suited me. Alas not. But it was a good film! Also young Jeff Goldblum lmao)

favorite songs:

-This was the year of Rina Sawayama for me, especially XS, Bad Friend, Hold the Girl, and Frankenstein

-Your Love (Deja Vu) by Glass Animals

-Go Your Own Way and the Chain by Fleetwood Mac (thanks OFMD)

-The Loneliest Time by Carly Rae Jepsen (the song not the album >.>)

-Peach by Broods

-Shake It by Loona

-Music for a Sushi Restaurant by Harry Styles (again the song not the album lmao)

Also shoutout to other Top 40 songs that kept me company on my drives for work because my car was made 2008 and has no USB ports/bluetooth: About Damn Time by Lizzo, Unholy by Sam Smith and Kim Petras, Faith by Georgia Lines, Cuff It by Beyonce, Bad Habit by Steve Lacy, Late Night Talking by Harry Styles and Stay with Me by Calvin Harris

favorite shows:

-Uhhh does dimension 20 count? Well it does now. It's all I've watched.

-Also EXU: Calamity

-Also drawfee. Big year for drawfee.

-The Watcher Boys!

-And I've also gotten back into watching Dodger's streams

-Actual Shows though?? Uhhhh I've watched Spy x Family and Mob Psycho 100 and those are good

-This is a statement I'm going to put out into the world: I WILL watch succession next year, instead of just going into the tag, and watching youtube compilations

I'm adding Favourite Games because this is all I think about:

-DISCO ELYSIUM a game I have never played because I'd just get anxious but love So Much

-Persona 5, a game I have only watched a playthrough of but may One Day Play when it is less than $100 on steam

-Death's Door -it's very cute and difficult but not too hard!

-Coral Island - It's only early access but Boy it's good

-Dead Cells

-The Great Ace Attorney a game I'd like to play but am currently just watching it being streamed by Rythian

-The Case of the Golden Idol - I watched Secret Sleepover Society play it and it's So Good. It's very Obra Dinn like and that's one of my favourite games

favorite memories:

-seeing lots of plays with the acting class! especially the First Prime Time Asian Sitcom which really just drilled a hole into my brain and was like 'hey all the issues around media representation for Asian people you think about so much? lets talk about it)

-hanging out with the Coffee Crew (when I had the spoons which is not often) and laughing til I cry

-i went to the museum for my birthday and brought my family along and it went super well! We thought it would be too much for my sister cos crowds but she loved it!

-I'm a fully registered speech therapist now! I love my work, and my colleagues, in this brutal capitalist hellscape I've got one of the best jobs and workplaces ever.

-Every time I go to see a child and their face lights up because they're so happy to see me. Best part of the job!!

[tvfavorites]

Prince Harry Sends Elton John Heartfelt Message About Friendship With Mum Diana

Prince Harry Sends Elton John Heartfelt Message About Friendship With Mum Diana

Elton John is saying goodbye in style. The prolific performer closed out his last-ever U.S. concert on Sunday night at Dodger Stadium, where he was joined on stage by some of his close collaborators and was celebrated with send-off messages from his nearest and dearest. Prior to the start of the show, the “Tiny Dancer” singer got a personal video message from friends Prince Harry and Meghan…

[larryloves]

FABULOUS. THIS IS FANTASTIC. THANK YOU HARRY, BECAUSE YOU’RE FUCKING BEAUTIFUL 

[idkthisisjustforfanfic]

baseball!Harry blurb

My first job out of college was good--good in the sense that I didn’t have to relocate out of Southern California, and good in the sense that I didn’t end up somewhere like Springfield, Illinois.

No offense to Springfield, Illinois--but my dream to be a broadcast journalist and on air talent was more more likely to take flight in Los Angeles than it was in the middle of nowhere.

I’d gotten to the ballpark early enough to have dinner, get settled, and do a few promotional shots with Mark, the faithful cameraman who’d been giving me pointers and tips since I’d started at NBC Los Angeles. The crowd was already pretty full--which wasn’t shocking for game three of the World Series--and I was constantly trying to calm the butterflies in my stomach.

“Relax,” Mark said, looking up from the camera he held. He’d set it down on a seat nearby--adjusting a few settings as fans filed down the aisles around us. “You’re doing fine, you’re gonna be great.”

I appreciated his words of encouragement, mostly because my boss had made it clear that they were taking a chance by sending me to game three. Ilana Perry--the usual sports girl they sent out to the sidelines--had come down with the flu and was unable to do the gig.

Lucky for me, I was young, bright-eyed, and obnoxiously asking for bigger and better and more assignments since I started with channel 4 in May.

They’d liked me well enough--they liked my highlight reel and my resume was impressive for someone my age. I’d had access to amazing equipment and good stories at UCLA, so getting the job offer from NBC was like hitting the jackpot. I accepted immediately.

“I know, I know,” I said to Mark, holding my microphone and papers close to my chest. In a minutes, we’d head to the locker room to do a few interviews before the start of the game, but Mark needed to fix whatever technical issue was occuring.

“Alright, I think we’re good,” he said, lifting the camera off of the seat and inspecting the side of it once more. Mark, a 55-year-old man who was old enough to be my father, had been working for channel 4 since he was my age. His regular reminders about my on-air charm and my ability to sniff out a good story helped in moments like these--moments where it felt like my career was on the line.

I nodded at him, allowing him to take the lead as we made our way down into the concourse. We strolled passed vendors, past fans in face paint and the long lines at the bars, until we found the unmarked door and security personnel who granted us access into the locker room.

Thankful for the laminated pass around my neck, I stepped in behind Mark, and seemed to take my place behind fifteen other journalists and reporters.

Beyond the other microphones and recorders, I could see his brown hair peeking out beneath his hat. He chewed on a piece of gum, nodding at the person in front of him who scribbled down whatever words he was saying.

Harry Styles, the young and questionable player from England, of all places, was somewhat of an interview favorite. He’d been with the Oklahoma City Dodgers last season, and after another player had surgery, Harry was brought it and immediately made a difference.

No one expected him to be so good, and no one expected him to be so funny, so charismatic, and so friendly.

“If we can talk to him, we should,” Mark muttered under his breath, standing beside me as we stepped forward in the line. A few other players milled about, but it was clear, everyone wanted to get a chance to speak with Harry.

“I know,” I nodded. “I’d love to ask him about that game in June when he hit for the cycle and came into home with a bloody nose.”

Mark let out a laugh--he always liked it when I came up with good questions, or conversations that seemed out of left-field. Everyone tonight would be asking how he felt--only 24 and playing in the World Series. He’d expect it from me--he’d expect the blonde girl with channel 4 to ask him if he was nervous, if he was excited.

But I knew the game better than that--I knew the amazing feat it was to hit for the cycle, and I’d rather talk to him about something unique. If I really wanted to know how nervous he was for tonight’s game, I could easily watch KTLA in the morning, or just about any other news station.

I watched the man in front of me ask him the same old questions. How’s the weather here compared to London? What’s it like to be in the World Series? You’re so young, are your parents proud?

He answered the questions with a grace, nodding and smiling and making an effort to be approachable--he adjusted his hat and locked eyes with me when the man walked away.

“Hi, Nicole Pearce, channel 4, NBC,” I shook his hand, smiling up at him as Mark moved around me, trying to find a good angle to get the shot.

“Harry Styles, outfielder, Los Angeles Dodgers,” he smirked back, his accent was thicker than I imagined, his eyes were a shade of green that couldn’t even be captured on TV. “How are you?”

“Good,” I nodded at him. “A little overwhelmed, I only started back in May.”

I didn’t know why I was telling him that--the last thing I needed was for him to think I didn’t know what I was doing or what I was talking about. He didn’t actually care, he was just being nice and making conversation while Mark got everything set up.

“I know how that feels,” he laughed. This was his first season in LA, he was young and bright-eyed and ambitious, just like me. “Sometimes when I get nervous, though, I just pretend everyone else is naked--that usually helps.”

I laughed, feeling a flush come to my face when his eyes went wide.

“I mean, not now, like--I’m not nervous now, you’re making me very comfortable,” he said, his words rambling into a run-on sentence to avoid any awkwardness. It might have been too late.

“Alright,” Mark looked up, a smirk tugged at his lips as he looked between us. “Ready?”

Harry only nodded, his cheeks still tinged pink from his accidental innuendo, but then he looked at me to start us off.

I cleared my throat when Mark gave me the count--3, 2, 1.

“Nicole Pearce live from Dodgers Stadium with outfielder Harry Styles,” I spoke into the microphone, focusing on the lens in front of me. “Harry, I’m sure most people are asking you the typical questions tonight--are you nervous, how’s it feel? But I’ve actually got a question for you about that game in June, if that’s alright.”

He immediately knew what I was talking about, fighting a bit of a smile that tugged at his mouth. He nodded, waiting for me to continue.

“You’re the youngest player to hit for the cycle in your first season with the Dodgers, but that Tuesday night game--how’d you get a bloody nose?”

He gave me a full smile now, chuckling a little as he nodded. I hoped he appreciated the humor, I hope he was thankful that I didn’t ask him the same thing that everyone else had asked.

“I’m not sure, really,” he shook his head. “It was totally out of the blue and couldn’t have been worse timing.”

“I’ll take it there was no celebration after that home run, then? No high fives or anything?”

“No, definitely not,” he shook his head, “I went straight to the locker room with a trainer--but it stopped, I was alright.”

“And Los Angeles is thankful for that. Good luck tonight, Harry. From the locker room, I’m Nicole Pearce, channel 4 sports.”

Mark pointed in our direction to let us know we were out--I looked back up at Harry, who’s eyebrows were somewhat raised. He chewed his gum still, but I couldn’t read the expression on his face. For a second I was worried that I’d bothered him--was he embarrassed, was he annoyed that I didn’t focus on tonight’s game?

“That was good,” he nodded down at me. “It’s always nice to get a break from the same old questions.”

“I was hoping it’d be a welcomed break,” I said honestly, pushing a strand of hair behind my ear.

“Will you be here after?” He asked suddenly, Mark watched on as he held the big camera in front of his torso.

“Here? In the locker room?” I suddenly felt aware of the line of people behind me--the other reporters who were waiting to get a piece of him, waiting to ask him a question and get some insight into his mind.

He nodded, crossing his arms as he looked down at me again. His uniform--the white and blue--complimented him well. Despite his newness to the team, he had an air of confidence that I could tell was genuine. He knew he was good, he knew he was making me a bit nervous.

“Yeah--I’m here all night,” I answered.

“Good to know,” he smiled. “I’ll try to find you later.”

**

I knew that being in this line of work meant uncertainty. It meant flexibility and it meant doing a lot of things on the fly. I had no idea, however, when I walked into Dodgers Stadium at 6pm that night, that I would be there until the next morning.

The game went 18 innings--the equivalent to a double header and the longest game in World Series history. While the fact that Mark and I stayed to cover the whole game was good for my career, it was anything but for my sanity.

At the 13th inning I was sure we were going home--the Red Sox had scored and our luck wasn’t great. I’d almost resigned to another loss, until we tied it again.

The longer the game went, the longer I watched Harry play and make catches and celebrate with his teammates, the more intrigued I was about our conversation.

He was friendly, that I had heard from other reporters in the field and other people I knew from work. I’d never met him before, but the way he smiled at me and said he’d find me later--it made me not as mad about sticking around.

Then again, it wasn’t like I had much of a choice--it was my job, after all.

I brushed on more makeup in the media bathroom, hoping to cover the circles under my eyes and make it seem like I wasn’t so exhausted. My schedule at the station had my sleep all over the place--some days they’d want me to do the morning shift and cover for one of our main anchors. That had me up at 2:30am and in the office by 3:30.

Things like this--games, sports, the thing I really wanted to cover--had me reapplying makeup in the middle of the night. I’d already done a sideline interview with the manager. Apparently he recognized Mark as one of the usual suspects nearby and offered a few seconds--that was one of the perks of working with Mark.

I’d watched Harry, out of the corner of my eye, make his way out of the dugout when they’d won--they all stormed the diamond to congratulate their teammate who’d hit a walk-off homerun. I think they were just as happy as I was that it was finally over.

“Excuse me, sorry--NBC, excuse us,” I muttered, hoping to push through some of the people at the back of the locker room. It was smellier than before, all sorts of scents wafted through the warm room. There were plenty of players who’d already been in and out of the shower, but the heat from the bodies and their exertion still clung to the air.

“Want to talk to Styles again? He played pretty well,” Mark asked, taking a second to hoist the camera up to his shoulder.

I scanned the room. I needed to be professional--I couldn’t let the flush on my cheeks or the skipping heart beat take over, even if the Dodgers’ youngest star player had possibly pictured me naked. That wasn’t the point.

“Sure, yeah, we can find whoever,” I shrugged my shoulders, hoping to just forget about the entirety of my conversation before. I needed to take this seriously. Covering this game was huge, I didn’t need to fangirl over someone just because he was a professional athlete.

We made our way to stand in the group of people near Max Muncy, I shoved the microphone through the crowd of recorders and iPhones, hoping to catch whatever he said. He was appreciative, he was excited, I managed to ask him a question about how he feels heading into game four, and then it was over.

The locker room was thinning out most of the players had changed and talked for a few minutes, they were likely heading home for what was hopefully a good night’s sleep.

I was standing with Mark, who was just about to power off the camera and gather his belongings, when I spotted him near his locker. His name was plastered above it, he stood, bent over, as he packed up his things. He smiled and offered a handshake to one of his teammates, the same smile on his face that I’d seen much closer early in the night. I cleared my throat when Mark, with raised brows, caught me staring.

“Relax, I was just seeing what he was doing,” I rolled my eyes, annoyed that Mark was clearly amused by my crush.

“Sure,” he laughed, dropping his Sony HXR into the bag he toted around. “I heard him say he’d find you later. I can give you some space.”

“Oh my god,” I rolled my eyes again, falling into step with him quickly as we headed towards the door. “Please, I’m going home, too. I’m exhausted.”

He opened the door back into the concourse and paused when we were outside. He took out his cellphone, looking at the time. “I’m in lot five, where are you?”

I pointed down the main hall and frowned. “Lot ten,” apparently the senior media got the better lot. “But have a good night, I’m back in on Sunday.”

He clicked his phone shut and put it back in his pocket. “Have a good night, Nic.”

I waved him off, draping my own bag over my shoulder as I began to trudge down the hallway. The walk to my car wasn’t terrible, but it was long--especially in the heels I’d been wearing for the last 18 innings.

I scrolled mindlessly as I walked, watching the array of tweets come in about the game, the score, the insanity of the entire evening. I was about to turn down the hallway that would bring me out to the parking lot when I heard voices approaching behind. The whir of a golf cart quieted, causing me to turn around.

“Hi,” Harry Styles smiled at me--clad in athletic shorts and a sweatshirt. The man driving looked familiar, maybe one of their trainers, maybe a teammate. “Nicole Pearce, NBC 4, right?”

I nodded, feeling a flush rise on my cheeks. His hair was brushed back under a Dodgers hat, which sat backwards on his head. He smirked at me. “Need a ride?”

“Oh--I’m fine, I’m in lot ten,” I said, pointing over my shoulder to motion to where my car was parked.

“You’ve still got a ways to go,” he informed me, the corners of his mouth still pointed upwards. “Come on, get in,” he motioned to the backwards facing seat behind him. I looked up and down the hall, wondering if this was something that I’d get in trouble for.

Since I didn’t know the answer, I figured I was allowed to feign ignorance. “I hope I don’t lose my job because of this,” I said quietly, climbing up and taking a seat--my feet were immediately grateful for the relief.

“If you lose your job because of me, I’ll personally call your boss and give him a very stern talking to,” he nodded solemnly.

I laughed, running a hand through my hair, hoping that my cheeks weren’t so pink that he could tell I was nervous.

“Are you local, Nicole?” He asked as we lurched into motion--the driver took the turn down the hall for lot ten, I nodded in response to his question and cleared my throat.

“I went to UCLA, grew up in Sherman Oaks. Now I’m in Studio City.”

He was twisted around to see me, his arm on the back of my seat. I could see the stubble on his face, the way it grew up his chin and on his jaw line, the way it sprinkled his upper lip. He was tan--all the playing in the sun must have changed his skin tone a bit, but he smiled at me.

“Bit of a drive in rush hour from here, no? How was your drive out?”

I shrugged--the 5 was always a mess, but I’d left from the studio after Mark and I had gotten the equipment we needed, so the route was more direct. “It’ll be better now at almost 1:30am.”

He smiled still, his eyes just scanning over my face as if he had something to say as we exited out the stadium and into the dark parking lot. I kept eye contact for a minute, though self-conscious about the heavy makeup I wore. It looked fine on TV, but in person it always seemed obnoxious.

The gold cart slowed to a stop. “A couple of teammates are headed back to my house just to hang out, have a drink, if you’re not doing anything.”

My eyes must have went wide, he laughed and shrugged. “Or not--if you don’t want to.”

“No, no, I appreciate that,” I said quickly, cursing my overly expressive face and my inability to ever play it cool. “I just, it’s late, I figured you’d all go home and sleep.”

He laughed again, taking the baseball cap off of his head to smooth out his hair before replacing it. “Yeah, we will eventually. Hard to go straight home after a night like that,” he threw a thumb over his shoulder back towards the stadium.

I nodded--it made sense. It’d be hard enough to sleep at all after the events of the night. I stared at him, his eyes scanned my face once more, a smirk tugged at his lips and he shrugged his shoulders, as if asking me why not?

“Yeah,” I said. “Okay.”

**

When I found myself seated on a plush beige couch in Harry Styles’ living room, directly next to Joc Pederson and Walker Buehler, I knew that I could definitely lose my job for this.

I mean, it wasn’t like any of them cared who I was or even really asked. I’d walked in with Harry, thankful that the ride from the stadium to his house was only 25 minutes. I’d abandoned my car at the stadium, he said that of their trainers could drive it out later for me or I could get it in the morning.

I pushed the fear out of my head--I wasn’t the type of girl to do this, but something in me told me that it’d be a night to remember, a night that only comes once in a lifetime. I think I was right.

There was enough beer to furnish three college frat parties, a few of Harry’s teammates swatted a ping pong ball back and forth at a table near the kitchen, a few of them were watching replays of the night’s biggest plays on the TV in front of us.

Harry, who’d disappeared into the kitchen to get me another drink, returned and handed it down to me. “I can give you a tour, if you want,” he held a hand out, helping me from the couch. I stood, surprised at the height difference between the two of us now that I was without my heels.

He was tall, that was clear. He had broad shoulders, white teeth, curly, messy hair that was still tamed beneath his backwards hat. I followed him out the living room, away from the people and down a main hall.

He flipped on a light switch and stepped aside so I could see in. “Guest room,” he said. “Normally where my mum stays when she comes out.”

I smiled, picturing his family from the U.K. coming out to experience America’s past time. “How often does she come?”

“Eh,” he shrugged. “A few times a season. She’s out now with some of my aunts and cousins, but they’re all in a hotel.”

He flipped the light off, shut the door, and led me down the hall. “Bathroom there,” he pointed into a dark door.

“Yep, I used it already,” I laughed, watching him offer a smirk over his shoulder as he continued to lead me towards the stairs.

The foyer through which I’d entered was impressive enough as it. Beautiful dark wood end tables lined either side of the room, a second floor was visible, wrought iron railings lined the stairs and the overlook above.

“You saw the kitchen and the living room,” he said, climbing the first few steps. I climbed behind him, keeping enough of a safe distance. Sure, my job had allowed me access to a few celebrities here and there. Once I got to go to banquet where Demi Lovato gave a speech, there was even the time in college where I’d gotten to go to a journalism expo where Katie Couric and Don Lemon were, but I’d never experienced this.

I’d never been invited into someone’s home who’d I’d interviewed only a mere hours ago.

Harry led me down a hallway that seemed to have an end in sight. “Bedroom there, office there,” he pointed at two doors on either side of the hall. “There’s a bathroom with that one, it has a really nice tub.”

I laughed, following him down the dark hallway until he stopped at a set of double doors. “This is the master, my room,” he pushed the doors open, revealing a king sized bed clad in gray sheets and a gray duvet. He had a few jerseys framed above his bed--names I didn’t recognize but teams that I did.

One of the Yankees, one of the Astros. “Isn’t is kind of against the rules to have these?” I teased, walking closer to his bed and pointing up at them. I could hear the people downstairs, the cheering at the TV when they saw themselves do something amazing. He flicked the light switch on but kept the lights dim.

I turned around to see him, his lips were tugged into a smirk once more as he shrugged. “I mean, maybe--but they don’t spend a lot of time up here,” he motioned to his teammates downstairs.

“And this,” I looked to the protected bat that was mounted on the wall, signed by David Ortiz. “This is incredible, have you met him?”

“Unfortunately no,” he rolled his eyes, coming closer to examine it beside me. “He retired the year I got drafted.”

“My dad has loved the Dodgers forever, but he loves David Ortiz.” I said mostly to myself, still taking in the shiny bat that hung on the dark red wall.

I looked over to him to find his eyes on me once again--his eyes scanned down my face to my lips, and before I knew it, my body was pressed to his. His lips were unbelievably soft, his hands felt rough from gripping a bat, but soft as the moved down my size. I let my hands reach up to his face, feeling the stubble on his chin against my palms as he kissed me harder.

It was crazy--all of it, really. A typical night at work became a historical game and now it was surely something to remember. I let Harry push me towards the bed, he pulled away slightly when we toppled down, a smile on his face as he looked at me.

“Sorry--I hope that wasn’t too forward,” he paused, a look on his face almost told me he was now embarrassed, as if he felt bad for the way we’d pressed ourselves together.

“It’s fine,” I giggled, he held his weight on his elbow as he stared down at me. “Forward isn’t a bad thing.”

He brought his lips back to me, less feverishly this time, kissing me deeply and letting his hand trace down the hem of my dress. Stupid work dress--it was the least sexy thing I owned. If I had known this would happen, I’d have gone with the black one with the questionable amount of cleavage.

His fingers pushed the fabric of my dress aside, trailing up the skin of my inner thighs. I heard laughter erupt from downstairs, but Harry didn’t budge. His fingers crawled up to the fabric of the thong I wear, which he quickly pushed aside to allow himself access.

I let a moan out against his lips when he middle finger grazed over my clit. He smiled into me, letting himself rub at my center harder as I arched my back into him. Something about the uniform, the accent, the way he’d smiled at me in the locker room--all of it made me want him more than I’d ever wanted anyone.

He pulled away from me quickly, his lips red from blood flow. “D’ya want to take that off?” He pointed to the dress as he knelt on the mattress. I nodded excitedly, reaching back to tug at the zipper, but he ultimately brushed his hand against mine when he pulled it along my spine.

He pulled it off of me, leaving me in my bra and thong on his mattress. He pulled his own shirt over his head, removing the hat along with it. He brought his lips to mine once more, his left hand moved down to cup my breast, grasping me over the fabric.

I let my hand reach down to his shorts, feeling the bulge that grew beneath them. He let out a whimper when I palmed him over the material, he shoved a hand beneath me to remove the bra from between us.

His lips moved quickly to my nipple, he swirled his tongue in circles as I let me fingers grasp into the hair at the nape of his neck. He was good at this--which I think he knew, but he was surprised when I pushed him off of me.

“Go down on me,” I said suddenly, a smirk crossed his face as heat flew to my cheeks. I wasn’t necessarily one to be bossy--but I knew what I wanted and he seemed willing to do it. He moved his way down the mattress to the edge of the bed, looped his arms under my thighs, and pulled me closer to him.

“Gladly,” he raised his eyebrows as he pulled the black fabric from my hips, bringing it down to my ankles before I flicked it to the ground. He pressed a kiss against me first, just a light sucking and a gentle heat left me wanting more--enough so that I reached a hand down and pressed him into me. He laughed lightly, letting his tongue make contact with my clit, I let out another moan as he worked at me.

I don’t know if it was the fact that there were people downstairs, the fact that this was definitely against something in my contract, or the fact that I’d be sure to see him again, but something about the whole situation made it hotter.

He brought a finger up to slide in and out of me, his mouth still connected to my center as he licked away--my back arched off of the mattress and his name escaped my lips.

He liked that, apparently, because he pulled away from me and smirked. I sat up, reached forward to grab at his shorts, pulling him closer to me and pulling the fabric away from his cock in one swift motion.

His knees jerked a bit when my hand clasped around him, he let out a deep breath when I took him into my mouth. I giggled, smiling up at him as I let my tongue slide up and down his shaft.

“Fuck, Nicole,” he said, his eyes closing for a second as he leaned his head back. The sound of my name on his lips made me work harder--I wanted to hear it again. He was in my control, he was only thinking about me in this moment, and that felt good.

I sucked at the head, my hand cupping his balls for a minute, but soon, he placed a hand on my shoulder and gave me a slight push. “Can I just fuck you?”

I laughed, appreciative of his question as I shifted back on the bed. He crawled forward on top of me, stepping out of his shorts altogether. He grasped a hand around himself, bringing it to my core and letting a shiver rake through my spine as he teased me with his tip.

“Please,” I said, through a cracked voice. He smiled, pressing himself into me and letting out a groan.

He let himself come closer down to me, brushing a piece of hair out of my eyes before letting his lips find mine once again. “Fuck,” he said, a bead of sweat dripped down the side of his forehead.

I couldn’t believe it--his eyes were closed as he thrusted in and out of me, and not only did it feel amazing to have him fill me, but I couldn’t help but marvel at my own luck.

“Harry,” I said lowly, he opened his eyes to make sure I was okay--but when he realized I was as pleased as he was, he kept moving, his cock moving against my clit in the perfect motion.

“I’m close,” I said, arching my back again to let him rub against me more.

“Yeah, baby, come on my cock,” he said, his eyes open to watch my face as he thrusted harder. It didn’t take long, and hearing him call me baby didn’t seem to hurt, either.

“Oh, fuck me,” I whimpered, feeling myself tighten around him.

“Fuck, Nicole,” he said--seemingly as close as I was. I reached my hands up, cupping his face and bringing his lips to mine, in an effort to keep both of us quiet.

He moaned against my lips, I could feel his orgasm only a few seconds after my own subsided.

He pulled his lips away from me, I opened my eyes to catch him smiling, a laugh escaped his lips. He was panting, his breath still short as he pulled himself out, I propped myself up on my elbows as he climbed off of the bed.

“Would you like to take a shower?” He asked.

I sighed, hoping to calm my own heartbeat before standing. “Sure,” I said.

He offered me a hand and pulled me off of the bed, pressing another kiss on my lips once I was stood in front of him. I followed him into the bathroom, where he turned on the shower, and let me step in first.

I let the water wash over me, a smile on my face from the shocking events of the night. The only thing that would make it better is if I could have done a story on it.