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tomthesoftie · 4 years

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i was wondering if you can do a tom x reader where they are dating but no one knows yet until Harrison, the twins, Tuwaine all have their suspicions so they planned to flirt and throw compliments at her during dinner time together to get a reaction out of Tom and he gets super jealous and upset during the whole thing until he finally snaps?

their suspicions

a/n: i finally posted after such a long time omg... sorry for going on a short hiatus, just been stressed recently,,, anyways, i’m trying to work on the requests before i start anything new... also! i want to create/start an actual permanent taglist so if you want to be added to it, comment on this post or send to my inbox or use this: google forms for you to input for users! enjoy jealous!tom xx

pairing: best friend!tom x reader

warnings: jealous tom, fluff, flirtatious harrison

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You and Tom began dating in November of 2019. Before that, the two of you were close friends, stuck at each other’s sides all day and night.

Tom wanted to keep the relationship a secret from everyone, including his best friends and family.

At the beginning, no one noticed the change. Your closeness from before hadn’t changed as much, at least when you were around others. When the two of you were alone, you would have intimate moments together, giving each other chaste to passionate kisses and holding each other close. Cuddling was an exception, seeing as you already cuddled before you became a couple.

It wasn’t until quarantine that people began to notice a difference between you and Tom.

“Where’s Tom? He was supposed to help us make dinner,” Harrison asked, standing shirtless in the backyard while taking off his boxing gloves.

“He isn’t much help, though. Besides, we’ve got Sam,” Harry shrugged.

Sam laughed and patted Harry’s shoulder, “Thanks, mate.”

“Have you guys seen Y/N?” Tuwaine stepped outside of the house, looking around the backyard.

“No, what’s up?” Harry’s brows furrowed.

“She promised she would help me choose a movie for tonight,” Tuwaine frowned.

“Isn’t it strange that they’re both missing? This isn’t the first time, too,” Harrison said suspiciously, crossing his arms.

“Maybe they’re just hanging out. They are friends, you know,” Sam said while scrubbing the grill.

“I don’t know. They’re getting a little too friendly,” Harrison squinted at Tom’s window.

Tuwaine, Harry, and Harrison had newly risen suspicions while Sam stayed mutual. Sam didn’t want to invade either of your privacies. Although he always sensed a connection between the two of you, he never pushed your relationship any further than friends. If the two of you wanted to date, then you’d make the decision on your own.

You were cuddled in Tom’s arms, still hazy with sleep. You must’ve fallen asleep while watching a movie with him.

“Darling, you gotta get up,” his hoarse voice whispered from behind you.

“Mm, no. I don’t wanna,” you whined, eyes remaining shut.

“But you gotta. The boys’ll notice if we’re missing for too long,” he placed soft kisses to the side of your neck.

You tilted your head to give him easier access to your skin, “Let them, I don’t care anymore.”

“Darling,” he pulled away from you. He slid out from under the covers and off the bed. He walked over to the other side of the bed where you laid and sat beside your limp body. “Get up or I’ll tickle you,” he threatened. You laid under the duvet, ignoring the man hovering you. He threw the duvet off of your body and slid his hands into your shirt. His fingers began attacking your sides.

Laughs broke out of your pink lips, “St-Stop it, Tommy.”

“Then get up, princess,” he continued his assault.

“F-Fine, ju-just,” you gasped for air, “stop,” you squealed loudly.

“Alright, love,” he pulled his hands out of your shirt, smiling at your squirming figure.

“You’re mean,” you frowned at him, flipping over to get more rest.

“Y/N! You have to get up or I will carry you downstairs,” Tom said sternly.

You hummed, cuddling with yourself.

You felt his hands firmly grasp your waist, and a moment later, you were over his shoulder. You squealed and slapped his back, demanding him to put you down.

“Nope, I told you I would carry you down if you didn’t cooperate,” he lightly smacked your ass.

“Thomas Stanley Holland! Put me down this instant,” you said strictly.

He ignored you and carried you all the way down the stairs. Finally, he placed you on your feet and pushed you towards the backdoor. You glared daggers at him, flipping him off before stepping out of the house. He chuckled behind you.

“Y/N! I was looking for you! You promised you would choose out a movie with me to watch,” Tuwaine exclaimed as soon as he saw you. “What happened to your hair?”

You heard snickering from behind you and saw Tom, Harrison, and Harry smirking at each other.

If only looks could kill, you thought.

“I’ll be right back. Tom wouldn’t let me sleep and carried me here, thus the mess on my head,” you said, not truly knowing how bad you looked.

You walked back into the house, still able to hear Tom’s terribly hidden chuckles.

As soon as you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, you freaked out. You hair was practically a nest on your head. All your clothes were wrinkled, and your mascara was smeared over your eyelids and eye bags.

You decided that taking a shower was most efficient way to fix your predicament.

“So, Tom, what were you and Y/N doing earlier?” Harrison smugly.

“Oh, we were watching a movie,” Tom shrugged nervously.

“Just a movie?” Harry’s voice arose.

“Well, we did fall asleep...”

Harry and Haz winked at each other and whispered, “Sleeping.”

They heard the door slide open and close, following the quiet steps from your flats.

“Damn, Y/N/N, what’re you dressing up for?” Tuwaine chuckled.

“Dress up? This is my casual outfit,” you smiled at your friend.

“Casual for a date night,” he added, then gasped, “Are you going on a date tonight?”

All of the boys, including Tom, looked at you.

“What? No,” you laughed, flustered, “I’m staying with you guys tonight. Bros over hoes, am I right?”

‘So that means you’re single, right?” Harrison spoke up.

Tom’s gaze snapped over to face his best mate.

“Y-Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” You laughed nervously.

“Have I ever told you how gorgeous you look, whether you look like a mess or not,” the blonde moved closer to you.

“Thanks, Hazza,” you blushed, replying awkwardly.

Harry and Tuwaine eyed Harrison confusingly. Harrison winked at them, and they smirked at each other in realization.

“Yeah, Y/N/N, you look absolutely breathtaking tonight, though you look breathtaking all the time,” Tuwaine intervened.

“Maybe I should take you out tonight,” Harry grinned at you, “After all, you are single, aren’t you?”

“Y-Yeah, I am.”

Tom ears were tinted with a bright red.

“Leave the girl alone, guys,” Sam finally said, attention still on the food on the grill.

“Buzzkill,” Harrison sang.

Harry and Tuwaine laughed.

“You can sit by me tonight, if you want that is,” Harrison whispered in your ear as he walked by.

You felt extremely hot and embarrassed. Your cheeks were surely as red as Tom’s ears.

Sam had finished making the meal, so you had to choose a seat.

“Y/N, come sit here,” Harry patted the seat beside you.

“No, Y/N/N, come sit with me,” Tuwaine smiled warmly.

“Ignore those divs. The space on my lap is lonely, you should come give it some love,” Harrison smirked.

The comment made your pink once more, and you hid behind Tom. Tom was shaking with fury and jealousy.

“She’ll be sitting beside me,” Tom said sharply.

You shyly sat beside your boyfriend, gaze glued to the floor.

“So, Y/N, I’ve been thinking,” Harrison began, “We’ve known each other for a while now, and I’ve always felt this connection between us. I was wondering if you wanted more in our relationship.”

Sam audibly sighed but continued to eat his meal.

Your eyes widened. You only ever saw Harrison as a brother, just like Harry, Sam, and Tuwaine.

“I- um...” you began, only to be cut off by the brunette beside you.

“No, she doesn’t,” Tom growled.

You felt his hand grip your thigh, and his lips attached to yours. He passionately kissed you, biting your bottom lip for entrance. You gently pushed him away, embarrassed at his display of affection.

“Ha! What did we tell you Sam! They are dating after all,” Harry cheered happily.

“What?” Tom asked cluelessly.

“They thought that you guys were acting suspicious, so they came up with this “plan.” I told them otherwise because, unlike them, I respect your privacy,” Sam glared at the other boys.

“We’re his best mates though, why wouldn’t he tell us?” Harry whined to his twin.

“Ask him,” Sam shrugged.

“We wanted to keep it a secret from everyone to avoid drama. You know how the press gets,” Tom sighed.

“Besides, we liked the secrecy and privacy we had, but it feels relieving now that you guys know,” you spoke after a while, finally calmed down from the situation.

“Sorry for the flirting, just trying to get results,” Haz chuckled.

Tom glared at his best mate.

“Once you divs get a girlfriend, you’ll understand why they did what they did,” Sam said slyly.

Harry, Haz, and Tuwaine yelped at the smirking twin with anger.

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wowweeharrystyles · 4 years

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Part 11 | Fringe & Change | 7.2k words

Sequins & Zippers’ Summary: An internship with Harry Lambert transformed into a job of a lifetime - Aurora Del Gatto finds herself touring the world with the one & only Harry Styles as his ‘Head of Wardrobe.’ Aurora is nothing but nerves & excitement as she packs her bags & almost 100 custom designer suits that belong to an unbelievably kind rockstar. She never thought she’d fall in love on top of it all.

Read Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10

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a/n: 6 weeks later & we’re finally back !!!! thank you all for your patience & thanks to gwen for listening to me complain about writers block week after week. I’m very excited to get back to sharing this story with y’all.

as always, reblogging helps a ton & comments & feedback are ALWAYS WELCOME !!!!

Warnings: brief mentions of anxiety & panic attacks

Here’s part 11 !

Aurora’s standing next to Harry, a drink in her hand when Niall launches into “Drag Me Down.” She flashes Harry the biggest grin before singing along, just as she has with every song. Harry smiles back at her, she doesn’t see it but he doesn’t care. He finds himself singing along to a song he used to sing night after night on stage. It’s strange to watch Niall sing his own version and Harry figures Niall felt the same when he sang his own arrangement of their old tunes back in Dublin. Harry looks back to Aurora. She can feel his eyes on her but waits for the song to end before turning to him.

Her fingers are delicate and barely touch Harry’s neck as she reaches up to him. Her lips brush against his ear before she speaks. “I miss your bit at the end,” Aurora shares and Harry chuckles lowly. She doesn’t pull away though and Harry takes the opportunity to pull her into him with an arm around her waist. His fingers find where the hem of Aurora’s shirt meets the top of her jeans. As Aurora presses her lips to the warm skin of Harry’s neck she can feel his calloused fingertips press into her skin.

“Havin’ fun, love?” Harry assures. Aurora doesn’t have to verbally respond because the smile on her face after pressing another lingering kiss to the base of his neck says it all.

Aurora feels warm and it’s not just because of the hot humid air of Buenos Aires. It’s the heat that's radiating from where Harry’s hand is pressed against her skin. The heat that flushes the tops of her cheeks from the cheap alcohol. The heat in her jaw because she hasn't stopped smiling for the better part of 2 hours. She gets to see Harry perform live almost daily, she gets that concert feeling every night, but to share it with him is something different. To share this experience in the traditional way for the first time is another one of those moments she’ll look back on forever.

Many things are similar to the aftermath of Harry’s shows - showing their passes to the security guard at the gate near the stage, the ringing in Aurora’s ears from the screams, the scratchy feeling in her throat from singing (badly, at that), the buzzing feeling that lingers in her body from the music. The difference is the feeling of Harry’s hand in hers as they slide backstage to find Niall.

Aurora also notices the striking difference between Niall’s backstage post show and Harry’s. Niall and Harry may have done this together years ago, running off stage together and onto a crammed tour bus but they’ve both found their own way on their own. It's a different kind of loud and chaotic after Niall’s show. Niall’s band is following him to a large green room that is equally as rowdy as a group of guys headed into a party. They’re high off the show and honestly so are Aurora and Harry.

“So how’d ya enjoy the show?” Niall asks, his Irish accent thick, before taking a chug of water.

“Rory enjoyed it the most I think. Belted out every single word,” Harry answers as he tucks Aurora into his side. Aurora crosses her arms in front of her in lieu of wrapping one around his waist.

Niall’s dropped to the couch, his chest still heaving from the performance.

“Hey,” Aurora whines as Harry and Niall laugh together. “You didn’t miss too many lyrics yourself, Har,” she playfully bites back.

“Know all the words to my album, Haz? That’s what I like to hear.”

“Don’t trust a thing she says,” Harry jokes before kissing the top of Aurora’s head. Niall’s laughter echoes off the walls.

“Hey, I’d be a bit nicer to Aurora. I like her quite a bit. Don’t want you to chase her away so soon,” Niall advises with a wink to Harry.

“Unfortunately, I think it’d take a lot more than that to chase me away,” Aurora tells Niall. “Anyways, who else is gonna get him dressed?” Niall’s laughing again and his band joins in, Aurora as well. Harry rolls his eyes trying to subside his own laugh but eventually joins in.

Aurora relaxes into one of the leather covered chairs and Harry sits on the wide arm rest when Niall asks them if they want to stay for a bit and have beer or 2. Aurora leans forward to rest her elbows on Harry’s knees, her chest falling against his thigh. Harry presses the cold bottle of beer to the back of Aurora’s bare neck making her jump from the sudden change in temperature. He switches the bottle to the opposite and lightly digs his fingers into the muscles in Aurora's shoulders. Bending down he kisses her temple before whispering, “We can go whenever you want,” softly, reassuringly.

Aurora’s extent of her anxiety had been brought up in conversation a few nights ago, Harry wanting to be able to help or at least do what he can to subside it if possible. Nobody had ever asked her how they could help or understood enough to want to know more. Her parents tried to understand, they really did, but something to do with the generational gap made it hard for them to really get it, to believe it even. So when Harry asked about it out of nowhere Aurora was shocked.

She explained what it's like in different ways and how it comes about. The social anxiety aspect of new people and new places is what triggered Harry’s question just now. She told him about how she’ll feel trapped like she can’t go anywhere and she doesn’t want to create a scene, doesn’t want to offend anyone by leaving. She talked about the anxiety she had from the thought of a new hotel room and new arena every day before she left New York. But she was pleasantly surprised when it felt okay, that the faces became familiar and even though they were new arena’s daily, the pink flowers and TPWK signs became comforting. Harry’s heart swelled when Aurora shared the last bit. After she answered all his questions and told him about how she copes and what he can do that would make it easier, better even, Aurora thanked him. She thanked him over and over again when she crawled into his lap. She thanked him as she pulled off his shirt and kissed the swallow tattoos on his chest. She thanked him when she sank down on him. She shared everything that night, her mind, her body, all of it. She had never felt so understood, so safe.

Harry can tell Aurora’s in another world, squeezing her shoulder, he says her name softly. She looks up to him, a hint of worry in his eyes. She smiles, the memory of nights prior still floating in her head. The worry washes away when Aurora takes his hand that’s on her shoulder and presses a kiss to the palm of it.

“I’m good right now,” she reassures him. “Thanks for asking.”

“What're you thinking ‘bout?”

“I’ll tell ya later.”

She does tell him later, after they’ve said their goodbyes to Niall, after the car ride back to the hotel, after they get into Harry’s hotel room. She tells him between kisses. She tells him how nobody has ever said “we can go whenever you want” in any way and meant it. She tells him how she was thinking about how she thanked him and how she couldn't stop thinking about it.

It doesn’t take them long to rid each other of their clothes. It was early morning by the time they fell asleep, their bodies sticky with sweat but too tired to shower now.

Morning comes too fast and Harry groans into the back of Aurora’s neck when the alarm goes off. He turns away from her, his arm sliding from her waist to call room service. Aurora only pays enough attention to make sure he orders plenty of coffee and then lets herself succumb to sleep again.

She wakes up only a little bit later when there’s a knock on the door. Harry’s curls hang heavy from his shower and Aurora can’t help but giggle as he tries to blow some of the curls from his forehead as he sets her coffee on the bedside table nearest her.

After Harry and her eat breakfast, Harry has to jump on a call and Aurora decides to shower back in her own hotel room where her suitcase still is. Considering they had spent most of the past 10 days together, the morning and afternoon apart is nice. She takes a nap and catches up on a few shows, somewhat of a normal day for her.

Aurora is excited to get back to the shows. To get back to seeing Harry on stage, to seeing Helene, to tour life again. It may have only been just over a week but she misses it. She gets it now, when Harry talks about touring being his favourite part. Aurora’s surprised how much she loves it.

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Aurora’s in the middle of sending a text message when Harry comes from nowhere and pulls her along with a tight grip on her hand. Aurora’s eyebrows furrow as a giggle leaves her mouth after his name does. When she gets a good look at him she smiles. He’s preemptively put on his black St Laurent trousers for his show tonight in Santiago but instead of the green glittery shirt he’s meant to be wearing, he has a white Treat People With Kindness t-shirt tucked in.

“Come on, Angel,” he says with a smile as he walks them through the hall. The music and noise from the audience grows.

“Harry, where’re we going?” Aurora almost shouts so he can hear her over the ever growing music. He flashes her a smirk, a dimple showing up.

He nods his head at one of the security guards at a double door and they open a door for them. Aurora thanks the guard with a smile before getting pulled along behind Harry. He slows his pace so she can catch up with him. Once she’s standing by his side, his hand drops from hers and throws his arm around her shoulders. He leads Aurora the rest of the way to where a set of metal stairs lead to the stage. Aurora smiles up at Harry when they stop. He quickly kisses her cheek and his arm slides further over her shoulders, his hand hanging off casually. Harry hums along to ‘Shy’ as Leon Bridges performs on stage.

Though a moment like this isn’t deemed normal by most, it feels completely and utterly normal for Harry and Aurora. Both loving the time spent together at Niall’s show, they grasp onto that feeling - the feeling of music making them closer, reaching a new spot in their souls. He continues to hum and sing along throughout Leon’s set and Aurora finds herself closing her eyes, soothed by the live music and his low humming near her ear.

Harry moves to stand directly behind Aurora, his hands sliding up and down Aurora’s arms while kissing the back of her neck as “Bet Ain’t Worth the Hand” finishes. As the audience cheers for Leon, his hands pause at her shoulders before falling forward, hovering over the front of Aurora casually. He sneaks a kiss behind Aurora’s ear and she giggles at the soft touch, her hands reaching up to settle on his forearms. Aurora turns her head just enough to leave a light kiss at the hinge of Harry’s jaw as “River” begins.

She sighs, remembering the night in Harry's car in London, her body relaxing completely into his. She can still remember the sparkle in his eye, even in the dark of the car, and the small smile when Aurora mentioned loving this specific song and her excitement to hear it live.

There’s a warmth radiating off of Harry’s chest and spreading across Aurora’s back. She can feel the rattle of his chest from the vibrations of the speakers mixed with his quiet singing. His lips are centimeters from her ear. Every couple of words they brush against the shell of her ear, sending continuous shivers down Aurora’s spine. Aurora settles a kiss on his arm, on his bicep near his anatomical heart tattoo. Aurora lets her lips graze there for a moment, completely caught up in the music and the incredibly safe feeling she’s overwhelmed with being wrapped in Harry’s arms. The broadness of his shoulders and his height allows for him to completely envelope her when he crosses his arms over her chest, pulling her into his chest even more. Aurora continues to sink into his chest, melting into his t-shirt and feeling like there is no end to how far she can fall into him. Aurora can feel his slight scruff rub against her cheek every so often. The roughness mixed with the softness of his voice is a feeling that she can’t describe but it makes her heart beat a little faster.

Harry sways every so often, perfectly in time with the strum of the guitar and rattle of the tambourine. The song is nearing the end and the audience is singing along with Leon, the lyrics echo through the arena. Aurora lets her hands drop from his arms and twists around to face him. She wraps her arms around his neck as his wrap around her waist, hands clasping his opposite elbows to pull her in closer. Her hips are square on his, a place she finds herself more often than not. Careful not to ruin the curls Ayae has already set in place, Aurora barely weaves her fingers in the hair at his neck. Harry brushes his nose against hers before he looks her in the eyes. The vocals coming from stage are just as vulnerable as they feel right now. Not a single person in the crew that is bustling around backstage is relevant to them right now. Aurora and Harry feel as if they are the only people standing there in the dark, Leon singing to them and only them. They meet in the middle, Harry’s lips taking in Aurora’s bottom one first. The kiss is slow and deep. When Harry pulls away barely a millimeter it’s only to tilt his head to deepen the kiss.

A 4 minute song. A moment for just the 2 of them. A memory from weeks ago. Aurora wishes somehow that there was a way that she could have 2 Harry’s - one to perform his show on stage and one to love on as she enjoyed the show. Show him how much she loves him. How much she loves listening to him, watching him perform. She’ll have to think of more ways to show how much moments like these mean to her. Ways to show him how she wishes she could hold him as he sang has heart out. Show him how he really is that shining light.

And that’s when the opening lyrics of “River” hit Aurora. Lyrics she’s heard a million times.

“Been traveling these wide roads for so long

My heart's been far from you

Ten-thousand miles gone”

It may be a spiritually inspired song, but for Aurora, especially in this moment with Harry's lips on hers, it's all about them. Coming from miles away from each other, only to travel thousands and thousands of miles together. Hearts finally feeling safe again.

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The stage set up is different for the South American leg. Without the rising screen, Harry walks on stage in full view as the opening of ‘Only Angel’ begins. The second he’s on the stage, the minimal lights that are shining on the stage catch the sparkle of the rhinestones that cover each strip of fringe. He faces Sarah’s drum kit, takes a swig of water then raises his arms out to the side showcasing the beautiful detail of his jacket - fringe hanging down from his arms and a row across his back. . Aurora can’t help but smile and the second he turns around as the music kicks off there’s a giant smile on Harry’s face as well.

Aurora’s standing off to the side of the pit, leaning against the wall of the tunnel that leads you in and out of the arena. She sinks her hands into the pockets of her pants as a sigh leaves her lips. Subconsciously, she sings along, song after song. She admires the way he almost saunters across the stage, how he effortlessly draps his hands on the mic stand, the way his hair, even when completely disheveled, is always just so, how he exudes confidence and inclusion, how his voice transports the entire audience to a new place.

During ‘Ever Since New York’ he has to stop singing a few times because he can’t avoid the smile that appears on his face. It makes it impossible to sing the lyrics and Aurora smiles too. She knows that smile. He’s explained it before, it’s like he can’t believe what he’s seeing in front of him, can’t believe it’s real.

Aurora’s heart feels heavy in her chest every time he slows down and sings ‘Meet Me In The Hallway’. The care and focus that goes into every note. The pained look on his face that she wants nothing more than to erase. The softness of his closed eyes contradict the tension in his jaw when the words “you left me in the hallway” come floating out of his mouth and echo through the arena.

He’s back on the main stage, guitar slung over his shoulder after running back from the Bstage. Laughter rumbles through the audience every so often during ‘Anna” as the fringe on his sleeve gets stuck on the pins at the bridge, then again on the strings. It doesn’t faze him though, he keeps going like it really didn’t happen. He does laugh at himself after the song ends, trying to talk with the audience but his habit of talking with his hands fires back at him. The fringe becomes somewhat of a spectacle after he has to yank it from the opening of the guitar when he eventually takes it off.

The fringe really adds to the chaos of Harry’s dancing during ‘What Makes You Beautiful.’ The rhinestones catch every light and just like many times before, he’s his own disco ball it seems. He tries to clip the mic back into its stand while he sings the chorus again, but the fringe flies and gets trapped before the mic fits in it’s home. He shakes his head as he messes with it and continues singing. The smile that’s become permanent on his face only grows bigger.

It’s during ‘The Chain’ and ‘Kiwi’ that she starts to see a few red strips of fabric fall to the floor. Aurora laughs for a bit as she watches Harry on stage but then it turns to a groan when she realises that she’ll have to fix the jacket for tomorrow.

“Guess fringe on your sleeves wasn’t the most functional thing,” Aurora says to Harry as she takes the jacket off his shoulders. “Looks like you shredded a few and ripped some off when they got stuck on your guitar strings,” she laughs.

“Sorry,” Harry apologizes.

“No worries, I’ll just fix 'em tomorrow.” Aurora takes a closer look at the sleeves once it’s back on the hanger. “I could adjust it a bit if the fringey bits were annoying, just move them away from the cuff,” Aurora offers.

“Didn’t really notice ‘em until they got snagged, but even then it didn’t bother me.”

“Okay, let me know if you change your mind before I work on it tomorrow.” Harry hums.

“You did really great tonight, feel like I don’t say it enough,” Aurora compliments, a feeling of guilt at the bottom of her stomach. She takes the trousers from Harry, hanging them up besides the jacket. “You always do great,” she adds. Harry doesn’t say anything, but he doesn’t have to. Aurora can see in the mirror off to the side, his dimple sinking in and a smirk coming across his face. “Didn’t realise how much I truly love watching you on stage until this past week.”

It wasn’t until Harry got back up on stage in Buenos Aires that Aurora realised how much she missed seeing him on stage. It wasn’t until then that she realised they’d be traveling back to the US and that they’re more than halfway through the tour. It’s not that she hadn’t been enjoying it. Aurora always gets this way when something is nearing the end. Like in the last semester of college and during the last few weeks of high school, she had gotten this weird feeling in her chest, something that almost resembled regret but she didn’t have too many regrets from high school or college. The same feeling appeared at the end of her internship with Harry Lambert, but there were absolutely no regrets then. She finally put it into words what this almost regretful, sad, deep feeling was. It was simply her not wanting change, not wanting to lose the familiarity of her current life. Why should things end when you’re enjoying them? Living in the moment, as cliche as it is, is what Aurora has to remind herself--remind herself to enjoy what’s happening right now rather than what will come later. So here she is, after watching him perform on stage, a range of emotions flowing through her, all interrupting what she’s trying to get out. How does she tell the rockstar in front of her that she loves him in every sense of the word. That she loves him on and off stage. How does she explain that she thinks she’s scared of what the end of the tour will bring. And at the end of the day, how does she, Aurora Marie Del Gatto from a small suburb in New York, get to love the rockstar that performs on stage every night to thousands of people and the man that is so inherently down to earth and loving?

Aurora takes his sweaty white button down from him and hangs that up as well and instead of bringing up what’s actually running through her head she says, “Should wear the black button down tomorrow, I’ll get the white one dry cleaned when we get to the US.”

She turns to Harry as he’s pulling down a black t-shirt over his stomach. He runs a hand through the mess of hair on his head, a soft smile on his relaxed face. The look he gives her organizes her brain in an instant it feels like.“I always knew I loved watching you on stage, but seeing you back up there-” she pauses and shakes her head. “Being with you is one thing,” she continues as she steps closer to him, a light touch of her hand along his jaw, “but seeing you up there… it’s something else.” Aurora’s other hand reaches for his face before she speaks again. “I’m- I’m- I don’t even know if I have the word to explain it properly.” A shake of her head like she’s rattling her unorganized thoughts around in her head. “Proud of you,” she says simply before she presses her lips to his. Harry’s arms wrap around Aurora’s waist tightly, simultaneously bringing her closer to him and opening his mouth up to kiss her more. It’s Aurora who pulls away first, both of their chest rising and falling more than before. Her hands move from his face, then scratch at his back before she’s properly hugging him. Aurora’s arms are heavy on his shoulders and she feels his jaw move slightly as she noses at the vein in his neck.

It could be 2 minutes or 2 hours later when Harry loosens his grip on Aurora, pulling away from her, his smile bright but tired. Harry hums as he kisses her temple.

“I’m gonna make the rounds, quick,” he says, his voice gravelly and tired.

“I promised Issac, I’d call him tonight.” Aurora’s mentioned Issac, her best friend from childhood, a few times to Harry. “He’s 2 hours behind us so it’s kind of a perfect time for him,” she explains. Besides her sister, Issac knows absolutely everything, maybe even more. He wasn’t the best with advice but he always listened. Issac and Aurora always joked about how they are pretty much the same person while they were growing up and even in adulthood not much has changed.

“Oh yeah,” he says, remembering Aurora mentioning it earlier. “I’m sorry, just tired.”

Aurora’s eyebrows furrow, “no need to be sorry.” She lifts a hand to his face, “get some rest, okay? and I’ll see you tomorrow,” she assures him.

“Ror, thanks for uh-” he doesn’t know how to thank her for what she said earlier. “Thanks for-”

“No need to thank me,” she cuts him off, shaking her head. She reaches up to kiss him one last time for the night. “I love you, Harry.”

“Love you too,” he whispers with a squeeze to her waist then a hand through her hair.

Aurora waves to everyone in the arena saying goodnight and see ya tomorrow’s to everyone see passes. It's pretty much perfect timing when her phone rings as she unlocks her hotel room door no more than 15 minutes later.

“Issac!” she greets him when his face shows up on her phone. His hair is hidden by one of the many national park hats he owns and his face is covered by his thick beard.

“Roo!” he says excitedly. When they first met when they were 5, ‘Aurora’ wasn’t the easy name to pronounce and Issac being Issac came up with his own nickname for her and ‘Roo’ was it.

“How are you?” she asks, setting the phone down on the bathroom counter.

“I’m great! My last trip was amazing. The dogs loved it and I got some really good photos.” Issac is a photographer for the National Park Service which means lots of camping trip and lots of traveling. “I’ll have to send you some photos tomorrow when I edit them.”

“Yes please! Where are the pups?”

Issac turns his facetime to the back camera. His 2 Australian shepards are passed out next to each other on the rug. “They’re always so tired when we get back,” Issac comments as he flips the camera back to him. Aurora aw’s as his dogs as she wipes the makeup off her face. “How was the show tonight?”

“Really good.”

“I know that look,” Issac comments. “Tell me more.”

Issac reads her better than anyone, Aurora didn’t even know she had a specific look on her face. “I don’t know,” she says, drying off her face and then moving to drop herself on the bed. “Adult feelings are hard,” Aurora says with a laugh.

“You guys already said ‘I love you’ and are sleeping together… what else could there be?”

Aurora groans. “Him being an international rockstar messes with my head sometimes and tour is almost over.”

“Ohhhh,” Issac says realising what’s happening. He’s been there for every single ‘existential dread of change’ conversation--his name for it, not hers. “Roo, you’ve got a full month of tour in front of you and if you think Harry’s gonna drop you the second that last show ends you’ve got something coming.”

“You don’t know that,” she says with a frown. “Roo, do you not think he actually loves you?”

“No!” she says quickly. “I’m not questioning that!”

“If you’re not questioning that then why would you even think anything is going to change?”

“Things always change and touring is a different world. Once tour is over, everything changes.”

“Not everything will change. He’ll still love you after that last show and you’ll both start something new. He’ll make more music, you’ll keep styling him and maybe your boss will get you some other jobs in the meantime.” Aurora lets out a heavy sigh. “And he’ll tour again and you’ll do it again.”

“I know you’re right. You always are with these things,” she sighs again. “I miss you.”

“I miss you, too.”

“Thanks for talking me down,”

“Always.”

“Now, shall we drink and talk or drink and watch a movie?”

Issac gets a cold beer from his fridge and Aurora orders wine via room service. They decide on a movie they’ve both seen a million times because without a doubt they’ll end up talking through it anyways. When the movie ends they continue chatting through the credits.

“Okay, you compare the tour dates with your calendar and then let me know which one works for you,” Aurora confirms.

“Maybe I'll just tag along on the rest of the tour,” he jokes.

They’re both laughing despite their tiredness but they eventually stop and say goodnight.

Aurora snuggles into the hotel bed after messing with the sheets and tossing the extra pillows to the floor. She falls asleep fast now that her head is clear, the feeling in her chest is not so heavy--the magic effects of a facetime with her best friend.

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Aurora’s sat on the worn down couch in Harry’s dressing room, Harry’s fringe covered jacket that he wore the night before sprawled across her lap, those random Gucci pillows to her left. In front of her on the coffee table, her laptop is propped open, her mother’s smiling face looking back at her.

“Yeah, I’ve gotta reattach the ones we still have and then I’m making some makeshift ones to fill any other empty space.”

“You know better than anyone that you should always do a dress rehearsal,” Aurora’s mom reminds her.

“Mom,” she groans, “yes, I know that, but that’s kinda hard when there’s almost 100 looks. We didn’t have much time before the tour started.”

“Doesn’t he rehearse or something before each show?” Aurora rolls her eyes. She is more annoyed with herself than her mother right now.

“Soundcheck, yeah.” She lets out a sigh. “I should’ve had him wear the jacket for soundcheck at least.” Aurora threads a needle with red thread that matches the fringe. “Didn’t really cross my mind. Everything was already designed and made with him performing on stage and everything, but I didn’t think about things getting stuck in his guitar. I was only thinking about how amazing the fringe would look as he danced around.”

“Rory, sweetie, it’s okay, this is your job anyways, yeah? Making sure he looks good on stage, making repairs and all. I saw a few videos and you were right about how amazing it looks.”

“Yeah it’s fine. I just can’t believe it didn’t cross my mind.” Aurora shakes her head with a laugh. “Anyways, how’ve you been doing?”

“Busy at work but Leila came to visit last weekend. She tells me you’re pretty smitten,” her mom shares.

“Leila,” Aurora hisses. “What on earth did she tell you?” She asks with her eyes narrowed. She does a quick look at the door and it’s still only ajar like she left it. She’d prefer not to have this conversation with everyone being in earshot but this is the best she could do now.

“More than you have.”

“Mom, come on! You can’t expect me to tell you everything or that I tell you everything I tell Leila!” Aurora drops her head back and it lands on the back of the couch. “Leila has something else coming for her when I see her.”

“Aurora Marie,” her mother scolds. Aurora groans. “If it makes you feel better I don’t think she told me everything, but it was still more than you’ve shared.” Aurora looks at her mom through the webcam on her laptop. “She said you stayed at his house in London,” her mother’s eyes soften, trying to relay that she's concerned and skeptical before she continues, “and that he also acted extremely jealous-”

“Do not,” Aurora warns her mother. “Do not pretend like you know anything.”

“Aurora, I’m just worried,” she pleads.

“Harry is not Adrian.” Aurora can’t believe she even has to say that sentence out loud. She can feel her chest tighten up. She catches a glimpse of what she looks like in the small rectangle at the top of the screen and she’s met with her own scowl. Aurora closes her eyes and lets out a breath through her nose. “It was nowhere near the same situation, Mom. I can promise you that.” She can’t believe her mom had the audacity to even think about comparing Harry to her ex boyfriend, Adrian.

“It’s hard not to make those conclusions if you’re keeping things from me.”

“Can you see why I didn’t tell you?”

“Rory, please, you have to understand that I worry, it’s my job.” Aurora can see her mother is trying to apologize.

“Mom, you have to trust me. Yes, Adrian was a jealous asshole and it ruined me. You don’t have to remind me, I was the one in the relationship.” Aurora doesn’t want to go through this. At this point she’d rather Leila told their mother about her sex life. “But this is not Adrian, it’s Harry and the situation was completely different.”

“A jealous man is a jealous man,” her mother says with what seems to be an all knowing tone.

“Mom, stop, please. It was so far from anything that I have ever dealt with before,” Aurora’s growing frustration is boiling in her chest now. Neither of them speak for a minute. Aurora is running through her thoughts trying to find a way to explain this in a way her mother will understand. “Harry’s different. The whole situation was completely different.” A memory sparks and Aurora takes a deep breath. “Okay, look at it this way. You know how I used to get during dance competitions? When I was overly exhausted and stressed? All my emotions at an all time high? That’s what tour is like, but times 10. Harry’s on stage almost every night and add in the traveling and sprinkle in the stress of our new relationship, which at the time was not official. I was stressed over the last part. I had just met his mom and sister and all his friends and I won’t go into it but there was a lot going on. There was a lot going on for both of us and in the midst of the exhaustion and stress and all the other emotions that were floating around, Harry jumped to conclusions. His brain played tricks on him.” Aurora pauses for a moment, her mom nodding along with the explanation. “My brain did the same to me during competitions. You know what that looks like, you know exactly what happened all of those times. I always needed a reasoning voice to calm me down, to explain to me what was really going on. You had to be tough on me sometimes, but you did it because you love me. I dealt with Harry the same way, with love and care but didn’t take any bullshit.” Aurora’s mother sighs then purses her lips together in thought. “Harry did not act on his jealousy like Adrian did. He came to me, we talked it out. I made him apologize.”

Okay is all her mom says so Aurora goes on.

“Mom, you’ve gotta trust me. I’ve learned from the past. I’ve grown up. I’m doing good. and god, I’ve never been happier.”

“I can see that,” her mom says with a smile. “I don’t know how much I have to say this, but I will always worry about you.”

“Please just try to not worry so much.” They look at each other through the screen. “I love you,” Aurora reminds her mother with a smile.

“I love you too, sweetie.”

“Any other burning concerns?” Aurora jokes. Her mother shakes her head with a soft laugh. “Good, anyways, not long till I’ll see you and you’ll get to meet him.”

“Can’t wait!” Her mother beams.

“Well, I called ‘cause I missed ya but also ‘cause I had a question.” Aurora hears the door creak and she turns her head to see it open and Harry come through. He’s wearing an old red t-shirt and black workout shorts. It’s clear he’s just finished training with the sweat clinging to his curls, the water bottle in his hand and his headphones in his ears.

“What was the question?” Aurora’s mother’s voice brings her attention back to the screen and the jacket in her lap.

“Yeah, so I have to make a few more fringe pieces to replace the missing ones and I couldn’t decide which fabric would match best,” Aurora reaches to the side of her for the few pieces of fabric she pulled from her case earlier.

“Hiya, Ror,” Harry says softly as he rounds the back of the couch. “Oh hello,” he says surprisingly when he sees an older woman on the screen. “You must be Rory’s mum,” he concludes. “Ror, looks just like you.” The eyes that stare at him through the computer screen are familiar and her hair is just like Aurora’s only with some flecks of grey throughout the dark dark brown strands.

“Well hello, Harry,” Aurora’s mom responds with a smile.

“Don’t want to interrupt,” he comments quickly, “just grabbing a quick kiss and then off to shower.” Aurora’s cheeks heat up quickly as she lets out a disbelieving huff. And with a promise on his word, Harry bends down, tilts Aurora’s chin with his free hand, lands a fleeting kiss on her lips and walks out of frame. Aurora’s mom has a bright smile on her face.

“What is that look for?” Aurora asks her mom through a giggle she can’t suppress.

“He’s sweet.”

“Shush, now help me decide which fabric to use so I can get back to work,” Aurora begs.

“My mom thinks you’re sweet,” Aurora says as she stands in front of the mirror in the bathroom of the hotel room. Harry’s ears perk up and he follows her voice. When he leans against the door frame of the bathroom he smiles at the sight in front of him.

The pair of cotton cut off shorts Aurora is wearing are rolled at the waistband to make up for the fact that they’ve stretched out over the years she’s had them. One of the few tour t-shirts she’s acquired over the past few months hangs loose off her shoulders and is tucked into the waistband of her shorts. Hot pink fuzzy socks cover her feet.

“Does she?” Harry asks as he crosses his arms over his chest. Aurora’s face is covered in soap now. She reaches for a clean washcloth to wet and wipe the soap from her face. She smiles at him through the mirror as she hums back to him. “and why’s that?”

“Well we were talking about you, had to clear some things up but then you came in and said Hi to her and then she didn’t question a thing.” Harry’s eyebrows furrow at the answer. He decides to walk into the bathroom and leans against the counter, his back to the mirror and head turned towards Aurora. She’s applying a new product from a blue bottle to her face, Harry doesn’t pay much attention to what it is, more interested in Aurora’s admission.

“What d’ya mean clear things up?”

“Oh,” Aurora says softly. She reaches out a hand to one of his forearms that’s crossed over his chest. She squeezes it before dropping her hand and grabbing another beauty product from her makeup back. “Nothing you have to worry about. She brought up my ex from a few years ago. He wasn’t-” Aurora pauses and looks to Harry, “he wasn’t the greatest.” She applies moisturize before she continues, Harry's eye’s not moving from her face. She takes a deep breath then turns her whole body so she can comfortably look at him. “My mother worries that every guy I meet is going to be like him. No need for me to go into detail but, he was obscenely jealous. No matter what I did he got upset over it. I thought I loved him at the time and didn’t really see how bad it was. Took a lot of convincing from my friend and Leila and my mom that he was bad news. He really messed with my head for awhile.” Aurora sighs as she searches Harry’s face. She can’t tell exactly what he’s thinking but his brows are furrowed, a crease in his forehead and there’s tension in his arms that wasn’t there before. “But I learned from it, know how I deserve to be treated now.”

“You deserve the world,” Harry says and it surprises Aurora. “Just hope I can give you it.”

Aurora’s eyebrows raise in the middle of her face and her lips part. Never has anyone said something like that to her. She releases a breath before a small smile creeps up on her face.

“Think you might deserve even more than the world,” Harry adds.

Not even a full second passes before Aurora is cradling Harry’s face and placing a bruising kiss to his lips. Just as fast, Harry’s arms wrap around her waist, pulling her body into his. “I’m gonna try my damndest to give you it though,” he says against her mouth when they pull apart momentarily. Twisting them around, he grips her waist tighter and lifts her onto the empty space on the bathroom counter.

“I hope to do the same for you, ya know,” Aurora whispers back to him. Their foreheads are pressed together and they just look at each other for a moment. They end up giggling and Aurora can’t help but kiss each and every crinkle that appears on Harry's face as he smiles that smile, the one she’s pretty sure he saves just for her. She starts at his dimples, which are so deep that they seem never ending. She kisses high on his cheek, leading to the creases at his eyes. It’s here she can see the brightness of the green in his eyes even through the squint he has right now. Her kisses land on the bridge of his nose and travel down following the lines that appear as he scrunches his nose, giggles still leaving his mouth. She gives up on trying to land a kiss on every single crease and line and divot and decides to kiss every square inch of his face before she finds his lips again. They’re both giggling lightly still and thought it makes it hard to kiss properly, they don’t stop. Their teeth knock together several times, kisses barely landing on each other's lips but they don’t care.

It’s long past midnight but neither of them care to move from where they are. Tomorrow’s a travel day, they can catch up on sleep thenn. And anyways, standing in the crappy fluorescent lighting of the hotel bathroom Harry can’t help but think about how he’s falling more in love by the second.

Her laughter mixes with his and it echoes off the tiled walls and it sounds just like a song.

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Chapter Twenty-Four

*Falling In Love Through The Phone*

I got my new monitor and I finished editing this and decided to post it. TIME JUMP!!

Louis exited out to the balcony of their hotel room overlooking the Red Square and grinned.

“You know when you said we’d go to Moscow for Christmas I didn’t actually think you were serious.” Louis said looking over at Harry as he came up behind him.

“You helped plan the vacation.”

“You asked me which view I wanted of Moscow if we went. That is all I said.” Louis said point his finger at Harry who grinned.

“Alright. Fair. It was an early birthday present.” Harry said.

“This is my birthday present? What’s my Christmas present?” Louis teased wrapping his arms around Harry’s neck to press a heated kiss against his lips.

“I brought something with lace.” Harry said cheekily before he stepped away from Louis to look towards the view, “Shame you prevented me from proposing before our two-year anniversary. This would be a great spot to do it at.” He said casually.

“Don’t you even think about pulling out the ring box I spotted during travel.” Harry groaned but removed his hands from his pockets to encase them on either side of Louis trapping him against his body and the railing.

“You already know I have one so why not let me get on one knee…hell I’ll get down on two knees for this and ask the question that I think you’ll say yes to anyway.”

“I would say yes, obviously, but I…just don’t want to be engaged right now. I want to wait. You have to have patience, Love.” Harry groaned pouting slightly but dropped the topic and instead turned them around as he angled his phone for a picture. Louis looked up and over at Harry smiling widely at him before he pulled him down for a kiss. Two minutes in Moscow and Louis was already tempted to tell Harry the real reason he didn’t want him to propose…yet. Louis had been planning this ever since he had accidentally found out Harry had been planning their Moscow trip back in October. He hadn’t meant to it was just that Harry had a horrible habit of forgetting to exit out of his webpages and Louis happened to see Harry had booked them a hotel room for two weeks. So, Louis had started planning his own surprise. Tomorrow was his birthday, and he didn’t know what Harry had planned, but he knew that Harry had the entire day planned.

“Come on let’s get to sleep so we’re wide awake when we need to be. No sleeping in for this surprise.” Louis followed Harry into the bedroom and stripped down before they curled up into the bed together exhausted from their flight that they stayed up for so they could sleep during Moscow’s night cycle.

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Apparently the first thing on the list of ‘’Things to Do for Louis’ Birthday’’ was a blowjob then breakfast in bed. In that order. Then a long hot bath with expensive bubbles and scents and a warm towel wrapped around his naked body when he stepped out of the cooling water.

“Harold-“

“Shut up and let me spoil you.” Harry said as he guided Louis to their bags. He pulled out a large wooly sweater then helped him put it on. Louis grinned the entire time amused and endeared by his boyfriend as he treated him so gently.

“I’m older than you, you realize. I should by babying you.” Louis said

“You can baby me on my birthday.” Harry said as he helped Louis step into his black pants then even buttoned them for him. He then kneeled down and helped with his socks and winter boots before he stood up and pressed a kiss to his lips. “I’ll go get dressed. Stay right here.”

“I shall stay here.” Louis said sitting on the sofa and watching as he entered the bedroom. Louis waited only a few minutes for Harry to come back out in the exact same outfits making Louis laugh as he held up two of the same coats, “You’re joking.”

“I am not.” Louis stood up and let Harry put the heavy shearling lined suede winter coat on him. He put his hands in the line pockets and grinned when he pulled out gloves to match the suede.

“Are these my presents then? Louis asked with a grin as he pulled them on and adjusted the coat a bit, “Because I love them.”

“Some of them at least.” Harry said leaning in for another quick kiss. Harry then pulled on his own matching gloves and handed Louis a grey and blue wool scarf, “I have to keep you warm after all.”

“A good way to do that is to stay indoors and shag all day. I’m not opposed to that.” Louis teased.

“Well, I am opposed to it. You’ve bailed on every date night I have planned thus far since September. Our anniversary.”

“That’s because ever since that stunt your fans have been up our asses.”

“They’ve chilled out since we sat down with James Corden and explained.”

“Speak for yourself. Me yelling at you is still going around the internet.” Harry laughed as they intertwined their fingers together and left the hotel room.

“Well to be fair you are extremely cute when you yell.”

“I’m intimidating when I yell you mean.”

“No cute. I agree with the fans you’re a small bean when you yell at people. Besides half of them have no idea what the bloody hell you said.”

“My accent was not that visible. They done something to it...enhanced it.”

“No, they didn’t trust me. I barely understood you and it’s only my expertise from deciphering your vocabulary while plastered that I understood it at all.” Louis rolled his eyes as he pressed the first-floor button on the elevator.

“Whatever.”

“So, I have then entire day planned as I’m sure you know.”

“I figured. What’s the first thing on our list?”

“Zaryadye Park then we are going strolling then lunch and that’s all you need to know for now.”

***

Ice Caves, the underground museum, the media center, the river overlook, strolling down street markets decorated for Christmas, a beautiful (late) lunch by the Red Square, ice skating, and a lot of shopping later Louis was grinning widely as he flopped down on the bed. He was fairly sure his entire face was frozen, and he has had snot down his throat since early afternoon, but it was the best birthday he has had in a long time.

“Hey Haz...?”

“Yeah?” Harry asked as he untied Louis’ boots for him.

“I love you so much you know that?”

“I do. I love you too.” Harry said leaning over to kiss his leg briefly.

“Today was the best, tomorrow we’re staying indoors and shagging right?” Harry laughed pulling his boots off before crawling on top of Louis to kiss his lips.

“We’re exchanging gifts tomorrow then we will shag and then we have a tour of Kremlin and Re Square where we are taking cheesy pictures upfront of the cathedrals and Savior Tower. Then I am going to try and convince you to let me propose. It can be a long engagement. We can be engaged for ten years before we even thing about planning a wedding. I don’t care I just want to propose to you.” Harry pouted at then end whining slightly making Louis laugh as he rolled them, so Harry was laying on his back.

“Nope.” Harry pouted, but Louis didn’t budge.

“I’m still going to try. I’m taking you upfront of St. Basil's Cathedral after the tour and I’m proposing. You know that right?” Louis rolled his eyes rolling off of him and turning his back to Harry.

“Go to sleep then we can talk about it in the morning.” Harry wrapped his arms around Louis’ waist and hugged him tightly, “I love you.”

“I love you too asshole.” Harry said kissing his cheek, “I’m proposing. End of story.”

“In your dreams.”

“You bet it is.” Louis laughed elbowing him before snuggling into Harry, “Goodnight love.”

“Goodnight.”

*******

Louis grinned widely as he dragged Harry upfront of St. Basil’s Cathedral and went about adjusting him, so they were perfectly aligned with the building.

“If we’re going to get engaged upfront of the most famous landmark in Moscow we might as well get the best damn photo of it.” Louis said grinning widely at the photographer who was already set up for them. Harry laughed as Louis adjusted his stance and clothes. Louis pulled Harry’s hat off and tossed it away from them along with his own then threw some loose snow on Harry’s shoulders and hair.

“You planned my proposal to you?!” Harry asked shocked but highly amused.

“No…I planned my proposal to you.”

“What?” Harry asked taken back, his grin still in place, but falling from confusion and shock. Louis grinned and grabbed Harry’s hands before he went down on one knee and pulled out the white ring box he had kept better hidden than Harry’s black ring box. Harry stared wide eye and covering his face with his hands grinning widely when he met Louis’ eyes.

“I knew of your plans for Moscow since October and so I started planning this, you should really learn how to close your webpages.” Louis started making Harry laugh, “As I uh kneel here on one knee in cold snow I realize I never actually prepared a speech for this moment, but I’m going to wing it. I promise to support you in everything you decide to do in the future, I promise to love you no matter what happens, I promise to be there for you on your bad days and your good days. I promise to only flip off the really annoying paparazzi in Los Angeles two times a day instead of ten. I promise to listen to every song you come up with and tell you honestly what I think of them. I will love you for as long as you will have me by your side. I will love you whether you wear a dress or you wear a suit. When I look at you, I see the future and I see love and a family. I will never know why you chose me out of everyone you could ever have, but I promise to make sure it’s not a mistake. I promise to be there for you whenever you need me. I know these last few months, last year almost, have been really bad for you mentally and I am so proud of you for taking steps to see a therapist and being open about it. I am so proud to be standing by your side as you break gender norms and roles, and you express yourself more and more each day. I want to-“ Louis wasn’t able to finish because Harry kneeled upfront of him and kissed him while cupping his face making Louis laugh.

“I’m not done you needy bastard.” Louis complained pulling away from Harry laughing as he looked at him. “Fine. I was getting into it. I was on a roll.”

“Can’t I just say yes already?”

“Fine. Harry, will you marry me?” Harry kissed him harder knocking them onto ground making Louis laugh as he wrapped his free arm around Harry’s neck.

“Yes. Of course.” Harry said, his eyes shining with tears as he removed his gloves. Louis grinned as he slipped the ring on his finger, “I love it it’s-“

“As Louis Blue as I could get it.” Louis said with a smile as he kissed Harry again ignoring his cold and wet ass sitting in the snow. Harry cupped his face before pulling away and pulled out the familiar black box Louis has seen multiple times though he never actually seen the ring itself.

“It’s actually funny because…” Harry trailed off as he opened the box revealing a beautiful ring with diamonds and an emerald, “I got you an emerald.” Louis grinned widely as he removed his own gloves and watched as Harry slipped the ring on his finger, “There. Perfect. Let’s go home and celebrate.”

“Hold on. Hold on.” Louis said as Harry helped him stand up, “You go to the hotel and I’ll meet you there after I talk to the photographer. I remember you mentioning something lacey earlier?”

“Deal.” Louis watched Harry walk away staring down at his new ring on his finger.

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SUMMARY: There’s only one subject in school, Noel Kaim’s party. Tom and Harrison think it will be cool to show up, but (Y/N) has other plans.

Based on my one-shot, Flawless.

PAIRING: Rich!Tom Holland x Rich!Reader (Best Friends to Lovers AU)

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WARNINGS: Underage drink, a little smut.

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Being in school was almost torture if you didn’t like Noel Kaim because everyone around seemed to be talking about one thing and one thing only, Noel’s party. They were excited about it because every year it got plenty of good gossips to feed everyone for a full month. Couples were made along with fights, drunk friendships and one night stands that everyone ended up knowing about, no matter how secretive they wanted to be about it.

(Y/N) saw those parties in a very different way. Guys were always trying to talk to her so maybe they could hit that and they were never the ones she wanted to be with, disrespectful most of the times. People were trying to befriend her so they could take advantage of it, with she only wanting to drink something and spend the whole night on the dancefloor, maybe flirting with a few guys when she felt like it. And to be honest, she was kind of sick of it, wanting nothing more to skip this year’s party.

Noel wasn’t thrilled with her decision and followed her around the whole week so he could convince her of tagging along, but she was still mad about him not talking to her during vacations and about him being aggressive with her the other day. And he was everywhere she went, on her apartment, the café before classes, her mother’s office when she was over for a photoshoot, even on Saks when she went out with Courtney and Stacy for shopping. It was pissing her off.

Also, he wasn’t happy about (Y/N)’s proximity to the new London boys, the ones that everyone in school were talking about along with his party. People were wondering how it would be like to party with them, who would they hook up with or if they were even going to show up. Noel was even afraid of them dethroning him as the most popular guy in school, not that they wanted such thing. Tom hated being the centre of attention, Harrison kind of liked the attention, but there’s no way he would do anything crazy to earn it. And seeing the boys with his precious little (Y/N) infuriated him.

(Y/N), on the other hand, was loving to hang out with the boys. The night out with Tom at Vertigo was surprisingly good, and she didn’t have to worry about whether it was a date or not, because it while she was facing him, it didn’t matter anymore. And after that night, they got to hang out even more. He’d meet her at the café before class to have some pastries and a tea, she’d hang out with him and Harrison in front of the St. Jude’s entrance, he’d drive her home after class. They got so close in so little time that it was weird for both of them, but they weren’t complaining, they kind of liked it.

Harrison and (Y/N) became friends too. Of course, nothing could beat his long time friendship with Tom and her instant connection with the boy, but they liked each other’s presence. They grew into a small friendship with Tom as a bridge to connect them, and they were hanging a lot together, but (Y/N) wasn’t as opened with Harrison as she was with Tom. Maybe they didn’t have the same kind of instant connection as she had with Tom, even though she adored Haz.

“Morning, my boys.” (Y/N) approached them sitting at the café and enjoying some tea. “You’re very early today. Did you fall out of bed?”

“Tom made me wake up earlier so we could all have breakfast together.” Harrison admitted, showing how moody he was as he hid his face behind the cup of tea. Tom smirked at his behaviour and shrugged.

“He stood up late because the girl that lives in his building had the parents out on a date and he spent the whole night awake with her.”

“How did you manage to get to her apartment?” She asked as she sat in front of the boys, hanging her bag on the chair she was about to sit.

“We live on the same side of the building, so I used the fire escape. Mom didn’t even notice.” He winked with a smirk and (Y/N) giggled as she signed Joey behind the counter to bring her order. He nodded and went back to his work. “Although, I think Charlotte heard something, but she doesn’t care.” Harrison shrugged and rested his cup back on the table.

“Did you sleep well, darling?” Tom asked her because he noticed that she was a little distracted.

“Yes! Best beauty sleep I had in a long time. I prepared the mood and everything. It was very romantic, except for the fact that I was alone.” She smirked and drank a little of her latte. “But I don’t care about that one detail, more space on the bed, right? I’m still trying to find something to do on the weekend, though.”

“Why don’t we go to Noel Kaim’s party?” Harrison suggested and (Y/N) groaned.

Why not go to Noel’s party? Well, she was still pretty mad about everything he did to her on the previous week and wasn’t ready to cave yet. But also, she was planning on spending the weekend at her dad’s. Last night, she ran into Garold wearing nothing but his underwear and his mother robe in the kitchen, which led her into a big fight with Josephine about boundaries and a decision to ask her dad to stay him on the weekend because she missed him. Also, she didn’t want to run into Garold and her mother having loud sex again after the Louis Vuitton Collection Release Party.

“I don’t know. I’m still mad at Noel.” She admitted.

“Come on. How do you even plan on spending your weekend?”

“I’ll call my dad, so maybe we could have brunch together and go to the movies.”

“Boring,” Tom said and received a death glare from her. “Sorry.”

“It’s the first party of the year, (Y/N). And we’re new. We could use it to make more friendships.” Harrison started, and Tom agreed with a nod. “Plus, we’re going rather you are or not. But it would be nice to have you with us.”

“Are you actually agreeing on going to this party?” She asked Tom, and he opened an embarrassing smile on his face.

“I mean, I don’t like Noel, but I love parties. I would love to get to know how this new school works with parties.” (Y/N) nodded and glanced down to her waffles. Spending time with the boys would be nice after all. Maybe she should consider going. But then again, she really wanted to visit her father.

“Yeah, I don’t know. I want to visit my dad because it’s been two months since we last saw each other and I miss him so much.”

“I get it. Don’t worry, darling. We won’t pressure you to go.” Tom rubbed his hand on her back, and she smiled at him.

“But Long Island. I have a few suggestions for you. Go there by train because by car is not worth it. And if you wanna crash there, sleep at this bed and breakfast close to Noel’s house. You won’t regret it.”

“Do you usually sleep there when he hosts parties in Long Island?” Harrison asked, and she smirked.

“I sleep in his bed, sweetie.” She winked, and the boys laughed. “But my friends do, and the first time I did too. It’s very nice and comfy.”

“Thanks for the tip, boss.” Tom said, and finally finished his tea. Harrison started to gather his things and some money to pay for his drink.

“I’m gonna go because I promised a girl I would meet her before class.” Harrison winked at (Y/N), who giggled with how pathetic that was. Tow different girls in a row. “I’ll see you in class, and I’ll see you after class.” He pointed at Tom and (Y/N) respectively. They waved at Harrison and watched him walk away.

“That’s a bummer. I wanted to know how it is to party with you.” Tom returned the conversation, and she pinched his stomach before getting back to her waffles.

“You’ll know it soon. I promise to take you to a better party.”

“I’ll be waiting for that.” Tom smiled and leaned back on his seat. “Oh, would you mind helping me pick something to wear for the party?”

“Are you kidding me? I would love it! And I already have the perfect outfit for you!” Tom frowned at her words. “My mom has this new collection that will look amazing on you. I’m going to bring something so you can try on.”

“Okay.” He giggled without even questioning her taste.

Picking outfits was (Y/N)’s favourite thing to do ever since she was a kid. She remembers when Courtney would come over for a play date, sleepover or a dinner party with their parents and they would spend the whole time dressing each other, testing makeups and reading fashion magazines. (Y/N) even learned and practised her reading with those magazines. That’s why she had a lot of fun at her mother’s office to pick some outfit for Tom and maybe find something nice for Harrison.

Luckily, Josephine had just launched a new collection that would be perfect for the boys. As (Y/N) walked through the many clothes in their archives, she pulled some beautiful outfits for both of them. They would look so hot on those, and she would love to see them all dressed up for once. But she talked to her dad, and they planned the perfect weekend over the phone.

“Are you sure you don’t wanna stay at home?” Josie asked in one of those rare nights where she would come home for dinner. “We could all go to the party and have a good time.”

“No, I miss dad. And we already arranged something nice for tomorrow night.” She stopped to eat some of her food before continuing. “Plus, if I stay here, that means I’ll have to go to Noel’s party, and I’m not in the mood.”

“You used to love his parties. You would gush about his big Long Island house for days after them.” (Y/N) giggled to remember how stupid she was to put Noel in a high place, maybe higher than hers. “Yeah, but you’re right. If you don’t spend some time with Vincent, he will start calling me a bitch that doesn’t let you see him.”

“Yeah, I wish it was something to blame you, but I can only blame him.”

“What’s that supposed to be? Blame me?” Josie frowned and (Y/N) rolled her eyes.

“Mom, we’re having a nice dinner, and I don’t wanna ruin that by starting an argument. I already said that is the wrong guy in this situation.”

“Okay. You’re right. Let’s just eat the freaking dinner.”

(Y/N) woke up on Friday with her spirits up. She was genuinely looking forward to spending the best weekend with her father. He promised her many things, dinner, movies, a walk around the park. She was all packed up and waiting for the night where he would pick her up, and they would go out on a fancy dinner. She even bought a pretty and sexy black dress so they could go out together and maybe use it on another occasion.

“Hello, boys.” (Y/N) greeted Tom and Harrison when she met them after class.

“Hey. Someone looks excited today.” She smiled at Harrison and fixed her skirt.

“I’m just excited for tonight.” She admitted and sat between Tom and Harrison. “Are my boys excited about their party?”

“Yeah. By the way, I looked so hot on that outfit you picked me.” Tom said as he pulled his phone out to show her a picture. “The striped pants? Genius!”

“Oh, that looks so good. I’m pretty fucking great.” (Y/N) praised as she analysed the photo in the smallest details. “You are so getting laid tonight.”

“I loved mine too.” Harrison said and showed her the pictures, just like Tom. “It looks fancy, but it’s… fresh, I don’t know how to explain.”

“Oh Harrison, this looks so good!” She commented again. “You’ll have to thank me for all the girls you get tonight.”

“They will fall for us, not for our outfits.” Tom said, and (Y/N) rolled her eyes. “Stop rolling your fucking eyes.”

“I know they will fall for you, silly.” She pinched his stomach again. It was becoming a habit between them, and Tom wasn’t complaining at all. He actually liked it because it felt intimate and would always send different sensations through his body. “We have to hang out on Monday so you can tell me all that happened at the party.”

“We could go to Vertigo’s.” Tom suggested, and she nodded excitedly, turning to Harrison, who had a frown on his face.

“What is Vertigo?”

“This awesome pub (Y/N) found that has amazing beer.” Tom threw his arms around (Y/N)’s shoulder, pulling her next to his body.

“Okay, I’m in.” Harrison said without questioning anything. “You said it has amazing beer and I haven’t had beer ever since we sat food in America.” Harrison said as he rushed to the car. (Y/N) giggled and rested her head on Tom’s shoulder.

“We have to go home, but I wish you the best weekend with your dad.” He kept his voice low, so only she could hear. “Because you deserve it. And you’re also going to tell me everything about it after.”

“Thank you, baby.” She looked up to him, and he kissed her forehead. It felt weirdly intimate, but they didn’t care at all.

“Come on. Let me take you home.” He pulled her to the car, and she stepped into the back seat.

It didn’t take long until Tom dropped her at home since she lived so close to school and she thanked the ride with a smack on their cheeks and rushed inside the apartment to get ready for her day. She did a beautiful makeup with orange tones and a lot of gloss on her lips. Her dress fit her so perfectly that she could spend the whole day looking at herself in the mirror. Just as the time for her dad to pick her up was arriving, he called her.

“Hey, daddy. Are you already downstairs?” She asked excitedly with a big smile on her face as she checked herself in her dress again.

“Sweetie. I got called for a last-minute trip to Boston.” He started, making her smile died instantly. “I’m sorry, but I have an important meeting with the Harvard people, and I can’t postpone it.”

“Oh.” She couldn’t find other words to say anything, too upset to do so. He was bailing on her, again. She shouldn’t be so surprised.

“But I promise to make it up to you soon.” He said, and by now, she wasn’t listening. She only concentrated on not letting the tears roll. “I gotta get the flight, but I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“Okay.” She forced out, and he soon hung up. Instead of letting everything go once she was alone, (Y/N) didn’t waste time before calling the one she wanted to talk the most. “Tom?”

“Hey, is everything okay?” His voice sounded concerned on the other side of the phone.

“Have you left Manhattan yet?” She asked, her voice slightly cracking in the end.

“No, we’re about to leave the house. My brother is driving us to the train station.”

“Can you pick me up? I wanna go to the party.” She said and cleaned some stubborn tears daring to fall.

“Of course. We’re going to grab something to eat before we go if you’re okay with that.”

“Yeah, whatever. I’ll wait in the lobby.” She finished, and they said their brief goodbyes. (Y/N) packed a small overnight bag so she could take to the party like everyone else along with some other essential things. Luckily, while she did it, she managed to stop crying and fix her makeup quickly. She didn’t wait long in the lobby until Tom came through those doors rushing to her sitting on a couch right next to her bag.

“Hey, are you okay?” He sat next to her, and she shrugged.

“Yeah. My dad bailed on me, but I’m okay.” She lied right to his face. What she wanted to do the most in cry right there and tell the world she was not fine, but she wouldn’t cave. “I’m starving, though. Can we go somewhere to eat?”

“Sure.” He frowned and helped her get up by taking her bag. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yes, Tom. Now stop bothering me.” She tried not to make eye contact with him as she walked away because eyes can always speak more than words.

She kept pretending to be alright for the next minutes. Greeted Harry with a big smile on her face, made jokes with Harrison along the way, but Tom wasn’t buying it. He could feel that there was something wrong with her because she was so excited earlier and now that everything fell apart, there was no way she would still be fine under all circumstances, even though she seemed fine, there was something hidden behind the words she was saying.

By the time they got to the train, Tom was sure that he needed to confront her and he got even luckier when Harrison decided to sit somewhere else to talk to someone on the phone. It was the perfect opportunity to talk about what happened without interruptions. Just the two of them, like all the times she opened up to him.

“Can you please tell me what’s going on?” Tom asked as they walked the aisle to find somewhere to sit.

“Tom, nothing is going on. I’m fine.” She whined, still not trusting herself to look him in the eyes, just kept looking ahead and twirling her tongue inside the mouth to prevent it from saying something stupid.

“You don’t seem fine.”

“But I am!” She suddenly stopped and turned to face him. “I’m sorry if you don’t believe me, but I’m telling you the truth.”

“You talked about your dad all week, and suddenly it all fell apart. I don’t believe that you’re fine.”

“But I am, okay? You don’t get to tell me how I’m feeling.” They stared at each other for some seconds before he pulled her into a hug. It took her a couple of seconds to cave and melt into his embrace, throwing her arms over his shoulder and letting him comfort her.

“Fine. You don’t wanna talk about it, but I’m still gonna give you this to show you my support.” He whispered in her ear, and she nodded.

“Thank you.” She whispered back, forgetting about the fact that they needed to sit before the train started to move. “It really means so much to me.”

“I got you, okay? Now let’s sit down.” He pulled her to sit by the window so they could watch the outside world and not talk about anything for some minutes, just be there for each other while Harrison didn’t join them to engage another conversation.

Long Island was utterly different from New York. Anyone could say such a thing about the suburbs. It was a calm and pleasant environment, no surprise for those who choose to spend their summer there. But Noel’s house wasn’t a lovely and peaceful place when he was hosting parties. Of course, (Y/N) saw it differently over the times she spent there. When it was just the two of them, the house seemed so luxurious that it was almost unreal, looking like a freaking castle on the inside. But there’s a funny thing about big fancy houses that people never notice; it’s always empty. Not empty of objects, but lifeless. It happens to (Y/N)’s expensive apartment on the Upper East Side, and it happens to Noel’s mansion.

But they couldn’t deny it was absolutely gorgeous. The big white house that glowed in yellow lights during the night was almost cinematographic. All the fancy cars parked in front of it, the perfect front garden, the water fountain was glowing in different colours. It could take anyone’s breath away if it weren’t taken by drunk teenagers and loud music echoing from the house. Tom and Harrison were impressed, but (Y/N) was tired of gushing all over Noel’s shit.

“Noel’s that rich?” Harrison asked as he pointed the house, eyebrows arched and mouth slightly opened.

“His father owns a great part of Brooklyn buildings.”

“Yeah, he’s that rich.” Tom finished and (Y/N) giggled with a shrug.

“The house is pretty impressive, yeah.” She pulled the boys to start walking and come inside before she gave up on her decision to come.

The party was being hosted on the back garden, but there were a lot of people inside the house making a mess of the fancy decoration Cordelia and George Kaim spent millions of dollars. The big marble stair on the centre of the living room was full of teenagers talking and sitting with cups on their hands. Alcoholic bottles almost hid the old and expensive furniture. But everything was drowned to the exterior, where everything was happening. (Y/N) pulled the boys to the stairs on the back that gave them a full view of the enormous backyard where the big party was happening.

People were taking full advantage of everything the house had. Pooling and ping pong tables, the big couches around the gas fireplace, the giant pool full of people jumping and splashing water all around, the tables settled on the garden and the place reserved for dancing, where the DJ was making his set to entertain. Tom and Harrison quickly got themselves a bottle of beer out of a cooler settled by the door, making (Y/N) giggle.

“You’re very fast.” She laughed, and Tom shrugged.

“We’ll find you a gin tonic.” He winked with a grin on his face.

“I’m up for a Cosmo tonight.”

She started to walk ahead of the boys, direction to one of the mini bars to get something to drink. She said hi to some people on her way and quickly had a pink drink on her hands. People seemed to be very fond of Tom and Harrison, which made (Y/N) very impressed with the number of people talking to them. The boys were already famous; maybe their good looks helped a lot.

“(Y/N)! I didn’t think you would come.” Courtney hugged the girl once she saw her from afar. She was wearing only an orange bikini set and no makeup, never more beautiful, even though she always says she doesn’t like herself without any makeup. Anyone could get hypnotised by her glowing skin, pretty deep eyes and voluminous curly hair.

“My dad cancelled, so I decided to come with Tom.”

“Oh, so you two are a thing now? I’ve seen you with him plenty of times for the past week.” She smirked and (Y/N) rolled her eyes as she sipped her drink.

“We’re just friends, Court. I swear to you.”

“I’ll pretend that I believe you.” Courtney tapped her friend’s shoulder and glanced back to the pool. “Lamar invited me to join him in the pool.”

“Dude, that’s amazing!” (Y/N) cheered.

“I know! I think I’ll try to make a move in there.” She fixed her hair and glanced down to her body. “How do I look?”

“Beautiful, as always.”

“I’m not wearing makeup, so I’m nervous.” She admitted with a nervous giggle. “I like him so much; I wanted this to be perfect.”

“Court, you’re gorgeous. Even more gorgeous with your natural looks. And Lamar…” (Y/N) glanced back to the boy playing with some friends by the pool. “He likes you too.”

“You think so?” She asked, hopeful. (Y/N) nodded with a big smile on her face. “Okay, I’ll go for it.”

“By the way, where’s Stacy?”

“Oh, there she is.” Courtney pointed behind (Y/N), and she turned around to find Stacy with her mouth too busy with another guy’s one. They were making out at the couch as she did her best not to drop her drink. The guy was wrinkling her yellow dress as he tried to reach her ass.

“Maybe I’ll talk to her later.”

“Yeah, probably not a good time.” Courtney winked before waving goodbye to meet Lamar by the pool. She searched for the boys again and found them by the pooling table with some other guys. Before she could even make her way to them, someone pulled her by the waist.

“Hey, gorgeous.” Noel said when (Y/N) turned to face him. He was dangerously close. So close that she could smell the whisky in his breath. She rested her hands on his chest as he folded his arms around her waist, not letting go of his cup.

“Hi, Noel. Pleased to see me?” She teased, and he smirked.

“Very pleased.” He kissed her jaw and trailed kisses down her neck. “What took you too long?”

“My wish to not be here tonight. I also took the train.”

“I thought you were going to spend the weekend with your dad.” He whispered in her ear, and she shrugged.

“Change of plans. It seems like Harvard is more important than his baby girl.”

“Uhm, wrong decision.” He pecked her lips, and she smiled.

“If you excuse me, I have to go back to my friends. They are waiting at the pooling table.” She walked away from him, and Noel rolled his eyes.

“Are you seriously trading me for those British twats?” He pointed at the boys with his cup, and it was (Y/N)’s turn to roll her eyes.

“They are my friends, and they’re much better than you, Noel.” She defended, and he did a bored face. “Fucking idiot.”

“If you go for them, I’m done with you.”

“Good.” She sent him the middle finger and marched back to where the boys were. Harrison was already playing pool with the boys, and Tom was watching from a stool. As she approached him, he involved her waist with his arm.

“Hey, you good?” He asked, and she shrugged.

“I’m gonna blow his face someday.” She was furious, but something about Tom’s touch on her waist eased her.

“You’re not gonna do anything, darling.” He sipped his drink before continuing. “Just stick with us, have a good time and forget about him.”

And that’s what she did. Harrison dared her to beat him at pool, which she found out later that was almost impossible. Tom pulled her to dance at some point. They gathered with a bunch of people to talk about some fun stuff and got extraordinarily drunk with the number of alcoholic choices they had. It was enough to make (Y/N) forget about everything that she was upset with, although it was still hanging on the back of her mind. That kind of stuff doesn’t simply go away with a few drinks.

Right now, they were all scattered on a couch by the pool, enjoying the lovely hot weather and a funny drunk conversation with a small group of people. By where (Y/N) was sitting, she could see Lamar and Courtney passionately kissing on the pool, which made her smile. But soon they broke the kiss, and Courtney rushed out of the pool to join the group.

“(Y/N). I was looking for you.” Courtney said as she sat on the floor right in front of her friend. “One of Lamar’s friends said that Noel is telling everyone that you’ll give in to his spell.”

Noel had been a tease all night. Every time their eyes met, he would send her a look, or a kiss, or a wink. Sometimes he’d make sure to bump on her to make her notice him. It was already pissing her off. But knowing he was saying such thing about her only made her even more pissed. It wasn’t a great night, and with those things getting on her way was making her even more upset.

“He what?” (Y/N) frowned and Courtney reassured her with a nod. “I’m going to deal with him later because right now, I think I can make Taylor and Minnie get with Tom and Haz.”

“Are you sure you want some other girl hooking up with Tom?” Court asked with some concern in her eyes.

“Why wouldn’t I?” (Y/N) frowned and Courtney shrugged.

“You seem very close. I thought you might want to hit that.”

“Me and Tom? I told you, we’re just friends.”

“But he’s really hot.”

“But no, okay?” She finished the subject, and Courtney threw her hands in the air before jumping back into the pool. (Y/N) took a couple of seconds to breath before asking Taylor and Minnie to join them by the couch. “Hey girls, long time no see.”

“Hey, (Y/N).” Taylor said as she sat with her on the couch, joined by her friend Minnie. Taylor was this pretty blonde tiny girl that was the impersonation of a rich spoiled kid, but guys and girls are always falling for her.

“I loved your dress.” Minnie commented. She was Taylor’s best friend, although she was much sweeter and shy, in the end, they were pretty much the same.

“Thank you; I loved yours too.” She sipped her Cosmo before continuing. “So, have you two met my friends Tom and Harrison?”

“No. We were hoping that maybe you could introduce us.” Taylor said, and Minnie nodded with a grin.

“Well, boys.” (Y/N) raised her boys to get their attention. They quickly made their way to where they were sitting and opened a smile to see the pretty girls, already flirting with them. God, they were quick. She got up to throw her hands around their shoulders to introduce them. “These are my friends Taylor and Minnie. Girls, my pretty boys here are going to take excellent care of you.” The boys glanced to each other and had a small conversation with their eyes.

“I’m Tom.” He said, directly looking at Taylor. Someone already knows who he wants.

“And I’m Harrison.”

“And I’m gone.” (Y/N) chuckled. “I need to take care of something. But you’re both in good hands.”

The girls giggled and (Y/N) walked away, not before throwing a victorious smile at them and catching a last glance of Tom watching her walk away before returning to his conversation with Taylor. It was all going well, although Harrison was quicker than his mate, soon pulling his girl to a private corner, leaving Taylor alone with Tom as they talked closely and he got even drunker with a mixture of alcohol he made during the whole party.

“So, it’s a pretty impressive house.” Tom started after the small talk they had for a couple of minutes, and Taylor shrugged.

“Yeah, not that impressive after the thousandth time you’ve been here.” She shrugged.

“You come here that much?”

“I’m Noel’s cousin.”

“Of course you are.” Tom giggled and threw his arm around her shoulder to get her even closer and comfortable with him. She started to play with some fingers on his jaw, talking very close to him. He wasn’t thinking much because of the alcohol, and she took advantage of that, starting to kiss his neck to start him.

“The perks of being part of the family is that I have a whole room for myself.” She said against his neck, and Tom moaned softly with her touches, already feeling some pressure on his pants. He was getting hard, and she noticed it, subtly rubbing her hands on his bulge, careful so no one could catch it. “I can show you.”

“You can?” He whispered against to her lips, and she nodded before sealing the kiss. “I’d like that.”

“Come on.” She pulled him up, and they swan through the sea of people to get to the second floor of the house.

Taylor took Tom to a beautiful bedroom that looked almost like a princess room, with every detail thought to look like it was pure royalty. But right now, Tom wasn’t concentrated on how beautiful the room looked; he only focused on the girl that was wrapped around his neck ever since they hit the second floor. When he got turned on, the world around him disappeared, and he turned into a completely different person filled with lust.

So right now the only thing that mattered was how sexy Taylor looked in her red lace underwear and the movements she did with her hips against his as he kissed down her chest, trying to find the place to open her bra to give him full access to her beautiful tits. As he finally found his way to her nipples, she moaned loudly, fully giving in to what he was doing to her body.

“Oh, Tom. Please.” She moaned as he worked on her left nipple and used his free hand to pinch the one left.

“What is it, angel?”

“I need you.” Tom started to train some kisses south and teased her a little with kisses on her tighs, not daring to get close to where she needed him the most. “Oh, just fuck me already, will you?”

“If you insist…”

While wonders were happening on the second floor between Tom and Taylor, (Y/N) marched through the house looking for Noel, her blood boiling under her skin. He had no right to go around, saying she would be his eventually and the alcohol in her head wasn’t helping her judgment. She found him by the dancefloor with his stupid whisky glass in hands, lonely dancing to a stupidly loud song. Noel smirked as he saw her approaching him, too drunk even to notice her pretty mad face.

“Noel, I swear to God that I’ll break your fucking face if you keep telling people that I’ll give in to your spells.” She said furiously, and he chuckled, pulling her by the waist to the dancefloor.

“Chill, baby.” He said in her ear, swaying her side to side to the sexy song that started to play. “I didn’t say any of that.”

“So now Courtney is a liar?”

“I just said you were going to make up with all the fighting that has been happening between us. I never said anything about spells.” He used his hands to softly brush her hair aside and start kissing her neck softly, making her chill and pretty much lose part of the control of her body.

“So why are you kissing my neck?”

“Because I know you like it.” He said close to her ear. The music was fast, but they were moving so slowly it almost didn’t make sense. He kept trailing his kisses on her neck, down to her collarbone, making her moan softly. “What was that you were mad about, again?”

“You being a fucking prick.” She hissed, and he giggled.

“There’s something wrong with you tonight. I’ve noticed it before.” He mentioned before turning her around, pressing her back on his stomach. “Something’s bothering you. Tell me.”

“My something wrong has a name.”

“Is it Tom?” He asked, and she shook her head no.

“It’s Vincent (Y/L/N).” She confessed as she sighed. “So you need to stop messing around with me because I’m so fucking upset tonight.”

“Baby, I swear to you that I didn’t say anything about you tonight.” She turned to face him and rested her hands on his chest. “Well, except for the fact that I gushed about how pretty you look tonight. As always.”

“Noel, stop flirting.” She smirked, and he shrugged with a grin.

“I can’t help it.” He leaned down and pecked her lips. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

“Noel…” She mumbled against his lips, trying to break it, but giving up seconds later when he pulled her even closer by the waist as if it was even possible. Noel was taller than her, so she stepped on her tiptoes to reach him. Her being upset and drunk wasn’t helping her judgment at all, since she was going against everything she just said. Noel got what he wanted; (Y/N) wrapped around his finger. “Do you think we could use your room? I want to forget about my dad.”

“I’ll help you forget.” He said as he pulled away from the kiss. She nodded and followed him, linked by the hands, to the second floor where his room was located.

Noel’s bedroom in his Long Island house was very different from the whole house decoration at all, distancing from the fancy royal and approaching a modern look. He was just glad that at least it didn’t look like a princess decorated it. (Y/N) already spent plenty of time there over the years she has known him, and she knows it like the palm of her hand. Noel even has a robe waiting for her to come over during vacations, parties and weekends when they needed to get away from the city. There wasn’t anything new about it.

As soon as the door crashed close, Noel pressed her against the door and kissed her feverously, trailing his fingers to lock the door behind them so they wouldn’t be disturbed. She buried her fingers on his neck and pulled him down. He used his hands to unbutton her dress, revealing her sexy black lingerie that was probably more expensive than the dress itself.

“My God, your beautiful.” Noel moaned as he looked down to her body and she smiled before reinitiating the kiss, pulling him to bed. She tore his shirt off before lying down with him.

(Y/N) was familiar with everything. The bed, the boy and the lips. Probably, that’s why she let him help her forget. She knew the kind of effect he had on her after so many times she came looking after him when she was upset. Noel knew about that and always took advantage of her vulnerability, although she never noticed it, that’s why she kept coming back.

After a little makeout session, Noel started to go down on her, knowing all the right things to make her see stars and feel good. Where to kiss, where to suck, where to bite. As he licked long stripes in her pussy, she moaned loudly, muffled by the sound of the loud music outside. No one would ever know they were there even if she was screaming his name. Every movement was crucial, and she got wetter every time his lips and tongue moved against her, building up a big orgasm, making loud moans escape her mouth.

The tiredness, the worries, the angst built up during the last two months were now on the back of her mind, not mattering right now. That’s what sex did to her. That’s what Noel did to her. And the more he gave her, the more she wanted to release everything out. After the guy under her did something write, she yelled out one last moan before letting it all go, cumming on his mouth.

“Was it alright, baby?” She simply nodded, still coming down from her high and too sensitive to say anything. Noel smirked and started to kiss her belly again. “Wanna feel something more?”

“Please.”

“Okay. Let me make you feel good.”

(...)

One of (Y/N)’s favourite things to do on weekends was sit down at the street table in her favourite brunch restaurant and watch New York’s early walk of shame, especially after big holiday dates like Halloween. She would watch many people walking home to their apartments with messed up clothes, some smudge makeup and sometimes crying. It was funny when it wasn’t herself doing the walk of shame.

It was early in the morning when she woke up with sun rays in her face. Noel was sleeping on his stomach on the contrary edge of the bed, the sheets only covering his naked butt. (Y/N) glanced down to herself and found her naked body as well. She carefully took a good look around the room, finding her clothes scattered across the floor along with Noel’s. She groaned internally and slipped out of bed to put them on so she could go out of the bedroom.

Luckily, she brought a change of clothes along with her, which allowed her to go into a bathroom and take a long shower and put on clean clothes. Maybe her walk of shame wouldn’t be so shameful after this. Still, she couldn’t help but think how stupid she was for sleeping with Noel again. She was mad at him, and they had some stuff to talk about. But she was madder at the whole world and whenever that happened, she would go looking for him.

As she walked down those beautiful marble stair, she could see the effect the party had. People were sleeping on the floor and the couch, some of them were missing a part of their clothes. There were dirty glasses and empty bottles all over the place. Some parts of the floor were wet because of the pool party and there was dirt everywhere. If Cordelia saw it, Noel would be dead in seconds. But again, he had the money to pay and clean the whole thing up before she even found out about the party.

She walked through the sea of sleeping people to the kitchen. Well, it was even messier than the rest of the house, with empty pizza boxes, opened bags of chips and more bottles. But something even stranger was found making tea over the counter. Tom was wearing different clothes from yesterday, something similar to gym clothes, but didn’t look as sloppy. He had a tired face on, but still looked clean and fresh, judging by his wet hair, he had a shower recently.

“What are you doing here?” She whispered, and he chuckled.

“Morning to you too.” He said and extended her a mug of tea. “I slept over with Taylor.”

“Of course, she’s…” She nodded, and she sat on a stool by the counter.

“Noel’s cousin.” Tom finished, and they fell into silence. “The question is, what are you doing here?”

“I slept with Noel.” She admitted quickly, almost in a whisper, but Tom heard and widened his eyes.

“You slept with Noel?” He pointed, and she nodded, taking almost half of her tea in one sip. “Great.”

“Can we please just drink this really fast and head back to the city? I need my bed to cry on, and I don’t wanna face Noel right now.”

“Of course.”

They drank the rest of the tea silently and rushed out of the house to get a cab to the train station. (Y/N) didn’t dare to say a word during the whole ride but Tom noticed that she was bothered, tired and ashamed. Maybe something happened, something serious, and just by imagining the possibilities, Tom got angry. Like so mad that his jaw clenched and he was tensed only by the thought of Noel touching one small finger on (Y/N) to hurt her.

“By the way, where’s Harrison?” That’s the only thing she dared to say after the ride.

“He’s at the B&B with Minnie. Said he was going to head back to the city later, that we should go ahead.” She nodded and crossed her arms to prevent herself from the chilly early morning wind. Tom noticed it and quickly slipped his striped jumper out of his backpack to give her. “Here, take my jumper.”

“There’s no need.”

"Come on, don't be silly." He took her bag out of her hand so he could hold it while she was busy.

"Thank you, Tom." She smiled weakly. "So, how was your night with Taylor?"

"It was alright, yeah." He smirked. "She didn't last long, though."

"So you're that good?" She frowned, and he giggled again.

"Maybe." He shrugged, leaning forward to see that train stopping at the station. "How was yours with Noel?"

"Can't say it was bad." She arched her eyebrows as they walked inside the train, searching for a place to sit. It was almost empty considering it was so early on a Saturday morning. Tom sat by the window, and she cuddled on his side.

"Why do you look so upset?" He asked, and she sighed and fixed the jumper she was wearing. It smelled like Tom and was very nice.

"I didn't want to do what I did last night."

"Did he force you to do something?" Tom stiffened, and she shook her head no.

"No. I did because I was upset and wanted to forget about everything. I tend to do that."

"You know we could have missed the party to go somewhere to vent and chill."

"But if we didn't come, you would miss all the fun with Taylor." She grinned as she unwrinkled his shirt with the tip of her fingers.

"I wouldn't mind. There would be other girls and other times to do that." She hugged his arm and rested her head on his shoulder. Her hands looked for his fingers, and she played with them before starting to speak again.

“You’re the sweetest, Tom.” She smiled and pulled her legs up to rest over his to get even comfier. “I only regret it because I’m upset with Noel too. We clearly have some stuff to talk about, and I caved and went to bed with him. I kinda hate myself right now.”

“Hey, don’t say that.” He entwined their fingers and started to rub circles of the back of her hand. “Uhm, but if you feel upset, you don’t have to go to him, okay? I’m here for you.”

“I know, thank you, Tom.” She pressed a kiss on his shoulder before cuddling even more into him. She yawned and rubbed her eyes.

“You’re tired.” He noticed, and she giggled.

“Very tired.”

“C’mere.”

He got out of her grip in his arm and invited her to rest on his chest by opening his arms, which she accepted in a matter of seconds. Tom involved her in a comfortable and warm hug and (Y/N) rested her head on his chest. His heartbeats were lulling her to sleep. He rested his chin on top of her head and just held her tightly as he watched the landscape outside the window. Soon he heard soft snores coming from (Y/N). She looked so peaceful and calm, and for Tom, that was better than watching her crying and upset.

“Much better.”

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softspiderling · 5 years

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honest feelings and bad timing - TEASER | t.h. / h.o.

Summary: It’s always been you, Tom and Harrison. A package deal. But sometimes things change.

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader x Harrison Osterfield

Author’s Note: shoutout to @afangirlwashere for spinning this idea around and making me want to read it so bad, I had to write it. This is not going to be polyamorous, btw, I just didn’t want to give too much away.

Warnings: angst, underage drinking

Word Count: 1,5k

C O M I N G T H I S F A L L!

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“What’d you tell your parents?”

Tom tugged the hood over his head before glancing at Harrison. It was nearing nine pm, they just had their last day at school, and even though it was already dark and the street lamps were slowly flickering on it was still considerably warm.

“I told them we were having a good bye party at Cassidy’s place and that their parents were home, you?”

Harrison stuffed his hands into his pockets. “Told them we were hanging out at Y/N’s place. Didn’t your brothers wanted to tag along when you mentioned a party?”

“Obviously,” Tom snorted. “But mum luckily didn’t let them, said ‘Tom deserves this, you two should stay at home’.”

Sometimes Harrison envied how open-minded Nikki was. Even though he didn’t like lying to his mum and step-father, he knew that they wouldn’t have let him leave the house if he had mentioned a party, let alone alcohol. He usually wasn’t one for breaking the rules, but Nikki was right. It was the end of the school year and all three of you had a busy year.

Tom had been filming his film with Saoirse Ronan, you were going to countless auditions and Harrison had just recently been signed by a model agency. On top of that, you had been juggling the school work which you sadly did not get a free pass on just because you were auditioning, because basically every student was doing the same.

“Lucky you,” Harrison muttered Tom grinned at him, fishing his phone out of pockets when they rounded into your street.

“You think she’s already ready?” he asked and Harrison shrugged, glancing at your house that was standing at the end of the street, windows illuminated by the lights from within.

“She said she was.”

THE BRITS

You: I’ll be done by nine, don’t be late!!11!!

Tommy: we’re standing outside ur house. Should we knock?

“Do you think she told her parents about the party?” Harrison wondered and Tom tapped his phone against his chin, thinking as he stared up the window from your bedroom.

“I’m not sure actually. She’s usually honest with her family, so maybe?” he said, glancing at his phone when it vibrated with a new message from you.

You: no, I’ll be right down.

The boys watched as the light from your bedroom turned off and a couple of minutes later, you exited the house.

“Yeah, I will! Love you!” you called before shutting the door behind you and traipsing over to where the boys where standing, a black oversize hoodie hanging over your bare legs.

“Aren’t you going to be cold?” Harrison asked with a creased forehead and you squinted your eyes at him.

“I just snuck out before my mum could see me and now you’re the one concerned with my choice of clothing?”

“Haz is just saying that we brought hoodies but inevitably one of us is going to have to lend them to you because you’re cold,” Tom piped up and you scoffed.

“I’ll be fine. We’ll be inside the whole time and as soon as I’ve downed some shots, I won’t be cold, I promise,” you told them and linked your arms with them. Harrison sighed but let himself be dragged from you.

“I take it you didn’t tell them about the party?”

You gave him a look. “Are you crazy? Of course I didn’t tell them, you know how weird they get when I even show one sign of growing up and drinking underage is definitely that.”

It was three hours later when Tom and Harrison realized you had planned on doing exactly that.

The boys had left you alone to play a few rounds of Mario kart in the basement of Cassidy’s parents’ house while you had stayed upstairs at the main party. As the music upstairs was turned up so high, even drowning out the music from the basement, the boys found their way back upstairs, only to be greeted by a bunch of people dancing drunkenly and you in the middle of it on top of the dining table., crooning to whatever Rita Ora song was playing

Tom was gaping at you while Harrison sighed, rubbing his hand over his face.

“For god’s sake.”

“R.I.P. to the girl you used to see. Her days are over, baby she's ooooooveeeeer!” you yelled, your voice cracking. You lifted the WKD Blue bottle that served as your microphone and when you caught sight of your two best friends standing in the doorway, you beamed at them, waving them over.

“Haz! Tommy, come on and sing with me!”

You took a few steps forward and the table tipped over, sending you flying. Lucky for you, Tom dove forward to catch you in his arms while Harrison nearly got a heart attack.

“Whoopsie,” you giggled and looked up at Tom with glassy eyes. “Thanks Tommy,” you said and pressed a kiss on his cheek, your lip gloss smearing on his cheek.

“Alright, it’s time for us to leave,” Harrison announced and grabbed your hoodie that you had taken off during the night.

You pouted while Tom gently put you back on your feet. “You okay to stand, love?” he asked, his eyes full of worry.

“I’m fine,” you insisted, fixing the straps of your dress. “I don’t want to go home.”

“Well, life’s hard darling,” Harrison pointed out as he and Tom pulled the hoodie over your head. You planted your heels in the ground as they dragged you out of the crowded house.

“Bye guys!” you shouted, waving with your hands excessively.

“Bye Y/N!” Cassidy called back, her hands around her mouth. “Text me tomorrow!”

As you stepped out of the house, the cold air did a pretty good job of sobering you up a bit and you leaned quite heavily on Tom, as your surroundings started spinning.

You groaned into Tom’s shoulder. “Can we sit down for a bit?” you asked and he sighed before stopping, letting you fall on your butt. You leaned your forehead on your arms and closed your eyes, while two pairs of hands were rubbing your back comfortingly.

“You wanna tell us what this is about love?” Harrison asked, his annoyed tone from earlier having dissipated at seeing the state you currently were in.

“What do you mean?” you mumbled, voice muffled. “I just had too much WKD. Doesn’t mean there’s a deep meaning behind every stupid thing I do.”

The boys shared a look over your head because it usually meant exactly that. Out of three people in this friendship it was usually you who took care of the boys and scolded them for being stupid and not thinking things through. Even though it was refreshing to not being taken care off once in a while, Tom and Harrison were still concerned for your well-being.

You sighed and looked back up, a frown on your face. “James broke up with me,” you mumbled out, plucking some grass from the dirt before throwing it at your feet.

Harrison pulled a face while Tom furrowed his brows. You had met James at an audition for a film and immediately clicked with him, which neither of the boys understood because they both couldn’t stand the guy. He was way too polished and the way he looked down on BRIT school just because he went to some fancy actors’ school in New York was maddening.

“I know you guys didn’t like him, but I really did,” you said and Tom leaned his head on your shoulder.

“What happened?” he asked and Harrison mirrored his actions.

“Do we need to kick his ass?” the blonde asked and you laughed, causing the boys’ heads on your shoulder to shake with the vibration of your body.

“No, you don’t have to. I’m fine,” you said and they gave you a look. “Okay, I’m fine now. I just wanted to forget for a few hours. Being dumped fucking sucks.”

You then grew quiet and the only thing that could be heard was the music playing at Cassidy’s house. Trickling your fingers down Tom’s arm he was leaning on your knee, you laced your fingers with his before doing the same with Harrison’s. You still felt a little empty inside, but sharing the news with your best friends seemed to have dulled the pain a bit.

“I’m really glad to have you guys, you know,” you said quietly. “Thanks for joining me at my table in the cafeteria two years ago, I never had friends like you two.”

“Of course love,” Harrison hummed, squeezing your hand. “Who else would keep us out of trouble?” Tom joked and nudged your arm with his nose.

“You were the ones keeping me out of trouble tonight,” you threw in and closed your eyes for a bit. The way home was long and it was late, the alcohol still coursing through your veins. You weren’t sure how to get home without your parents hearing you and finding out about your drunken state, but you knew that everything was going to be fine as long as the boys next to had your back.

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hazmatazz · 1 year

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i'm a truther in lucas gets rlly into color block clothes and will follows behind him so they share those clothes AND i also think max should rlly get into those windbreaker? jackets? so let me tell you i love this jacket

#haz' st clothes #stranger things #babble #will byers #lucas sinclair #max mayfield #lumax #byclair #uhm what's the platonic ship between will and max #madbyers?#byfield?#uh #wax...

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cherry-holland · 5 years

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Dame - h.o.

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x Latina!reader

Summary: you get hired to help a certain British boy learn Spanish for an upcoming role... too bad y’all catch feelings 🤷🏽‍♀️

Warning: smuuut, some fluff!!

A/n: ayyye ya girl is back with another concept that, once again, @hazshauntedbelle has concocted and I just couldn’t pass up this opportunity to write it!!!

You were new to London, and man was London different than the Bronx. You didn’t hear Spanish being yelled at from the windows, or the consistent sound of sirens wailing right outside your apartment building. Yes, it was still a city, but it had nothing on New York. London was... a bit more peaceful if anything. And, honestly, you would take the peaceful over the constant noise that covered the Bronx at the moment.

You had moved because your superiors at the law firm you worked at in Manhattan were planting a new firm in the UK, and you, being the adventure lover you are, jumped at the chance. As much as you loved the Bronx and all that the city has to offer, you were craving a fresh start, something to shake things up in your life. You were never one to just sit still and stay in one place at a time, so the opportunity came at just the right time.

However, even when you got to London, you were still craving something new. You wanted to do something apart from the mundane work that a law firm brings... something different. So, you came up with the idea to teach Spanish for all who were willing to listen. Growing up in a big Puerto Rican household where Spanish was your first language, you had vast knowledge, and was itching to share it with these Brits.

At first, you had a few college students come for extra help, with some secondary school children mixed in. There were some adults that came later on in the mix, but you had primarily a lot of younger students. One in particular was catching on really well, and could even hold actual conversations with you. This did not go unnoticed by her mother, who approached you with an opportunity to teach one of her clients. She did briefly tell you she worked for a talent agency in the area, but didn’t speak much about her work (most likely for obvious reasons). So when she pitched you the idea, you were intrigued.

And thus started your teaching lessons with Harrison Osterfield. You had heard his name around town because of his up and coming status as a model and actor. You also did see him in Catch-22, but other than that he was just a normal guy just trying to get his Spanish correct.

But, to be honest, he wasn’t just a normal guy to you. You grew close with Harrison, even so far as accompanying him to a few parties with his best friends and poker nights at his apartment, even just having lazy Sundays where you two would be lounging around in sweats watching Golden Girls.

And you couldn’t help but feel things for him when he would keep you close by when you were out, or when he would always help you out when you played poker because you were shit at it, or when he would put his head in your lap during one of Rose’s St Olaf stories and pout his lips because you weren’t massaging his scalp. The closeness you felt with Harrison was making you catch feelings, but you were unsure of your boundaries with him, especially because you were getting paid to teach him your native language.

“Harrison, I am really gonna need you to focus or else I’m gonna leave,” you joked, smacking his arm lightly as you peered into your notes on the floor of his apartment.

“Oh, y/n/n, come on! We’ve been at it for hours, and I’m dying to watch Practical Magic again,” Harrison groaned playfully, his head burying into your shoulder.

“Haz, listen. If you wanna be that badass, bilingual spy, you’ve gotta learn a second language! Now come on, next line,” you turned to him with a serious face on, eyebrows raised and lips pursed.

Harrison paused for a second with an unreadable expression on his face as he stared at you, before continuing, “Okay. ‘¿Por qué haces difícil resis- resistire?’”

“You almost got it! It’s, ‘¿Por qué haces que sea difícil resistirte?’ So let’s try that again, Haz,” you encouraged, giggling at his mess-up.

“Alright. ‘¿Por qué haces que sea difícil resistirte?’” Harrison sighed, smiling when he got the words right.

“Okay, Haz, I see you, Mr. Bilingual,” you playfully teased, shoving his shoulder lightly.

A blush threatened to take over Harrison’s face as he continued again. “¿Ni siquiera te das cuenta de cuánto te quiero en este momento?”

“Wait, Haz, that’s not in the-“ you shuffled through your notes for him when he interrupted you.

“Y/n, no intentes esconderte de esto.”

“Harrison, ¿qué quieres decir?” You asked, and you swore you felt your heart race.

“No tienes idea de cuánto quiero besarte en este momento,” Harrison breathed, and you took note of how close he was to you.

“Haz-“

“Dame un beso,” he whispered, looking deep into your eyes as he leaned in, and his lips ghosted yours. “Please tell me you want this.”

You felt your knees buckle at the feeling of his lips just barely touching yours, the tingly sensation reaching from your heart to your core. You close the gap as your lips pressed into his soft ones, your hand snaking it’s way to his neck, then to his soft sandy blonde curls. You felt that tingly sensation grow deeper and deeper as you sucked on Harrison’s bottom lip, a soft moan escaping his mouth at the feeling of his lip in between your teeth.

After a bit of time wrestling tongues, you two broke apart, panting from the loss of breath. Your eyes traveled all over Harrison’s face, and honestly, you could have came on site. His hair was now disheveled thanks to your hands being tangled in his hair. His lips were swollen and a rosy pink, and his ocean eyes were a shade darker than normal. He had a pretty intense flush on his cheeks as he stared at you with eyes that screamed an emotion you couldn’t identify until this very moment - love.

“Kiss me again,” Harrison spoke quietly, now-darkened blues zeroing in on your lips.

“No, no hasta que me vuelvas a preguntar en Español,” you tutted, you biting your lip and moving closer.

“Dame un beso, Amor,” Harrison spoke up a bit louder this time as he found himself grabbing your waist and pulling you closely and tightly, your legs resting on either side of him.

You smiled as you closed the gap, this time the kiss was heated, sensual... passionate. His hands creeping up your t-shirt. Your hands tugging at those curls of his. His hands removing your shirt. Your hands yanking his off of his body.

“God, tu eres perfección,” Harrison spoke softly, admiring the black lace bra that held your breasts in place, practically undressing you with his eyes.

“Me? Says you, Osterfield,” you blushed, you giving your own mental undressing as your eyes trail down to his muscular chest and his chiseled abs.

Harrison’s face flushed as he leaned in to kiss you, all teeth and tongue. Clothes becoming scattered everywhere. Soft moans filling the air as hands start to touch parts of each other you had never would’ve touched before. A sensation so strong, you and Harrison both felt it heightening your senses.

“Haz, please,” you whined as you felt his hand travel lower to your core, slender fingers ghosting your clit.

“Please what, angel?” Harrison hummed as his index finger slid up and down your folds, your wetness sliding along with it.

“Please get inside me, holy shit,” you moaned at the contact.

“Alright, love,” Harrison smirks as he guided his length into your core, causing a loud moan to escape your lips at the feeling of his dick inside you.

He paused before looking down at you with expectant eyes, waiting for a signal for him to continue. You nodded with a soft smile as he started thrusting, moans spilling out of his and your mouths.

“Oh, god Haz, you feel so damn good in me,” you pant out, staring deep into his eyes.

“Fuck y/n, don’t do that shit to me. You’re gonna make me come if you keep doing that,” Harrison moaned loudly, his thrusts picking up speed.

“Then go ahead. Cum for me, papi,” you purred.

As soon as the words left your mouth, you felt his dick twitch, his cum spilling inside of you. You couldn’t help but watch him come undone above you. His eyes squeezed shut. His plump lips parted as moans and pants, as well as a string of curse words, flow out of it, cheeks now a dark rosy color. The sight of his release quickly got you to yours, your own orgasm overtaking your body, causing you to see stars.

“Holy shit,” you muttered shakily as you were coming down from your high.

“Are you alright, love?” Harrison asked, a wave of concern washing over his face.

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll be okay,” you sigh, “it’s just... I haven’t been fucked like that in a very long time...”

“Oh really now?” Harrison questioned, a smirk slowly growing on his face as he tucked a stray hair of yours away from your face.

“Yeah...” you trailed off, heat radiating off of your cheeks.

“Well, princess, there’s plenty of more where that came from,” Harrison spoke as he leaned down to your bare neck, his lips starting to leave little spots of purple with his kisses.

“You know, as much as I’m loving this right now, this isn’t what you’re paying me for, Haz,” you sighed at the feeling of his lips sucking on precious skin.

Harrison’s lips stopped their attacks across your neck as he looked up at you, eyes shining with lust and adoration. “Well, guess my lesson’s over now.”

“Yeah, and a new one’s about to begin.”

Tagging some mutuals bc I love y’all (feel free to ignore if ya don’t wanna read it!) @beautifullydisconnected @osterfield-holland-andcompany @farfromhaz @angelhaz11

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who-is-olivia · 5 years

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Track 8. Ever Since New York

Harry Styles x OC

Harry and Olivia move in together but get caught in an argument. [3.4k]

Genre: angst, fluff

Warnings: none

March 2014

Olivia rubs her eyes, sleeping in a first class flight is truly a transcendental experience. Beneath her, Harry wrestles with the belt holder that painfully presses against his back. She pokes her head out in the corridor, the lights are all still out and there are no flight attendants in sight. On the entertainment system is a freeze frame of Finding Nemo, she doesn’t remember having paused it so she just assumes Harry did. The divide between their seats was lifted and they found a strange position to sleep together while keeping the seatbelts fastened. He hits the entertainment system clumsily to find they’re missing less than an hour until landing in New York.

“Already?” he groans with a husky voice, tugging on her elbow, “didn’t even get the time to fuck in the bathroom”

“No fucking way-“

“Just a quickie ‘ey?”

“You’re disgusting” she dismisses it, pulling her blanket up to her chin.

“I wanna get in the mile high club” he insists.

“Come again?”

“It’s like a club of people-“

“I figured, I just wanted to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating” she chuckles at him, “what do you get in that club?”

“I guess a membership card and a breakfast basket”

“Ugh, I’m dying for breakfast” she rubs her feet together as one of them is numb.

“You can always order something from the menu”

She raises her brows, “Oh yeah, I’ve got money now” he giggles, getting up as well and stealing a bit of her blanket. “Always forget that, I guess my soul will always be a twenty-year-old broke student”

“You’ll get used to it”

After about thirty minutes they arrive at the JFK airport, then head to the baggage reclaim. As they wait by the carrousel, they notice a couple of people whispering discreetly. It must be quite a sight: Olivia in her loose jumpsuit hugging Harry by the waist as he keeps a flight pillow around his neck.

“I think we’ve been caught” he pokes her sides, “told you we should’ve taken a private flight”

“Shut up” she runs a hand mockingly over his face. “Broke student, remember?”

“Yeah, right” he pecks her lips.

The baggage starts to arrive at the carrousel as they keep a watchful eye, until she notices one of Harry’s three red suitcases come over. “I got this”

“Oli, it’s really heavy”

“Don’t worry, I got this!”

She gets close to the tracks and tries to pull it put her legs give away under the weight and she almost trips but eventually gets the damn suitcase. She excuses herself from the people around and takes it to their little cart.

“You ok?” he barely holds a laughter.

“Yeah, just fucked up my shoulder but I’m alright”

“Want me to get the rest?”

“Yes” she cries jokingly.

Olivia sits on top of his baggage while he pushes her around the arrivals terminal. This, to him, is the least practical way of moving into another place. Since he and Oli decided to live together in New York, they’ve spent a lot of time figuring out the logistics of that. Most of his big stuff – furniture, electronics, memorabilia – has already been moved by a moving company. All that was left were his clothes, and since they were both available, he recruited her for that little adventure.

They arrive at 3:00 am to avoid the crowds and instead of hiring a transfer they call Frank. He picks them up at that ungodly hour and takes them down the road to Manhattan.

“How was the photoshoot?” Franks asks.

“It was great, after the second album’ shoot we asked for something a bit more grounded and they found this really sick house with a swimming pool” Harry picks up his phone to show the pictures.

“I’m feeling some wet shirt vibes” Oli taunts.

“The pool was empty, love”

“Bullshit” she mocks, “You were there doing what? Riding skateboards?”

“Lou actually tried but he ain’t good enough for that” he comments leaning over to show them the pictures, Frank tries to catch a glimpse but Harry pushes him away. “Don’t look, you’re driving”

“Didn’t you say wet shirt?”

“No! Didn’t you hear anything we just said?” she complains.

“I kinda zoned out after wet shirt” they laugh.

As they make their way to Manhattan, they drive through Brooklyn noticing how quiet the bustling city feels at this time in the morning. All they see is the newspaper delivery truck, few cabs arriving at the neighborhood, people walking their dogs. They take the Manhattan Bridge and watch as the city transform from the horizon to the engulfing walls around them. This late they ride through empty avenues, as if they’re sneaking into the city while everybody else’s asleep.

“Is that a church?” Frank notices when he parks the car.

“Yeah, St. Lazarus Chapel. They don’t ring bells or anything like that, at least not every hour” Oli explains. “But I think I’ll go crazy just like my mum”

“Why’s that?” Harry asks while Frank chuckles knowingly.

“When I was little she used to make me do the cross sign every time I passed before a church, and there’s a bazillion churches in Rio so we walked like to maniacs going-“ she performs the cross sign several times, “all the time”

“I never saw you do that”

“Guess I lost practice”

After dropping all their luggage on their new place, Frank heads back to his flat. They have to crawl up some stairs to the small building before taking the elevator, but once they arrive at the huge flat it feels worthwhile. It still smells like fresh ink and new rugs, there’s still a couple of unfinished furniture, lots of boxes to unpack but it’s welcoming. Harry notices the decorations he brought over from London is already in place at the kitchen and the dining room, along with some of her stuff. It feels appropriate, like a place made for both of them, a mix of what they both enjoy.

“Do you want to unpack now or can we just sleep a bit?”

“Let me just get my trousers”

He searches through the cases while she climbs the stairs to the master bedroom. As there seems to be no one around and, through their wall-sized window, he can't see any neighbors, he chooses to change right there in the middle of the living room. When he climbs the stairs to their suite he finds Oli with a grumpy face staring at her phone.

“What’s with the funny face?”

“Got an interview in Boston today” she grunts, “I completely forgot”

“Oh, come on” he climbs on the bed beside her, “can’t you reschedule it? Maybe Morgan can say you’re sick-“

“No! This is big, I have to go” she dismisses putting her phone down, “Just got time for a quick nap”

“Oli, come on... I just got ‘til Friday before the tour”

“I know, it’s a quick drive, I’ll be back tonight”

“Can’t you take the week off? Just this once, so we can get the place done” he works his way to her neck, laying small kisses over it but she won’t break.

“You can get it done on your own, I’ll help when I get back” she pecks his head quickly before hopping out of the bed and towards the bathroom. He follows her there with puppy eyes and she sighs, “Haz... really? I got to do it, it’s just one day, I’ll come back right after!”

“I know, I just don’t want to stay here on my own”

“If we keep working like this eventually one of us will stay here alone, we talked about this” she reminds him while putting her braids on a bun.

“I get it, I just... I don’t like here the way you like here, staying in New York without you feels a bit dumb”

“You’re making a fuss for nothing”

“I only moved here to stay with you, first day I get here and you’re off to somewhere else, it’s a bit telling” he insists, making her stop on her tracks.

“Harry, this is a one off thing! If it was anything else I’d rather stick around and finish this place with you, you know how much effort I put into it, but I have to work! You agreed to it before we even got the deed!”

He leans his forehead on the doorframe, hitting it slightly. “I know... Can we at least-“ he’s cut by her phone ringing.

“Hi Morgan...” she picks up to talk to her agent, “You better call him, I think he also forgot...”

Harry leaves her on the bathroom and sits on the top of the stairs. The window opposite to him takes a whole wall from the ceiling of the second floor to the base of the first, and through it he can see parts of St. Lazarus Chapel. He never considered how faith had seldom played a part in his life, it’s not something he misses particularly, but he always envied the faithful. They have such a peaceful conformity with the way life is, he assumes they interpret every setback as the will of God and therefore even the worst things in life must happen for a positive outcome. He wishes he could have that, he wishes he could think of their careers as a privilege but in times like these it’s hard to understand God’s designs. Why would they move together if they get further apart?

Out of sheer curiosity, Harry closes his eyes and makes a prayer, a very silent one without even putting his hands together, just repeating the words that come so naturally to him. Growing up in a small city, religion was a constant in his education just as much as art. After years of reciting the words he even frowns upon forgetting some of them and maybe changing the order of some verses.

His prayer is cut by Olivia leaving the bathroom, carrying her perfumed scent out with her. She picks a change of clothes and stores on a small rucksack, at least he knows for sure she won’t take long to come back.

He keeps hearing her actions behind his back until she gets silent: “Don’t do this to me”

He turns around, “What?”

“Don’t sit there like an abandoned dog, you’re killing me” he chuckles but she remains dead serious. “We’re already taking huge steps, Harry, I swear to you this isn’t the way it’ll be from now on”

“If you say so” he smiles shortly, she huffs and continues to pack her things.

“Do you want to come with me?”

“No, I’ll unpack the stuff, there’s still a lot to do”

“Fine, suit yourself” she sits down on the bed and furiously ties her shoes. She wants to say something, anything to make him quit the tantrum and realize how quickly she’ll be back but he’s a stubborn little baby. If she wants to get away with it without scathing her relationships, she’ll have to choose her words carefully. With him, there’s no antidote for her missteps, and she doesn’t want to face the consequences of upsetting him so deeply. “Tell me something: if I asked you not to go on tour next week to help me settle things here, would you do it?”

He huffs, “Oli, you know I can’t-“

“Why should it be different with me?”

“‘Cause if I don’t do my work we don’t get to afford any of this, but one bloody interview won’t change a fucking thing” he bursts.

Olivia stands in shock for a moment, “You’re an arrogant piece of shit”

“Yeah? Tell me something I don’t already know”

She ignores his self-pity and picks up her bag angrily, checking her phone for the driver who’s already by the door. She wants to say something, anything to make him feel as awful as she feels before she goes. With her bag in hand, she walks past him and down the stairs to the door without even a glance. Guess the stone cold silence say more than words could possibly say.

“Fuck” he sighs, curling in on himself. Her silence is truly deafening.

For hours Harry can’t shut his eyes, he keeps roaming around his own flat and talking to the walls in hopes of them talking back. He sits at his garden and watches the sun rise considering if he should call and apologize, maybe blame it on the sleep deprivation or the fear of his own loneliness but he knows it’s his own fault. He admits he has flaws, so does Oli, but she seems more at peace with them than himself. Harry considers checking if any of his friends are in town but eventually decides to face his own solitude and try to make peace with it as well.

He unboxes some of his books and vinyls, placing them on their library. When that box is done, he finds another with Oli’s certifications: after her breakdown, she and Frank released an album as a duo which got ridiculously acclaimed by critics and fans alike. It was such a wild experiment, dropping everything that was once safe for them musically and just write for the sheer pleasure of it. He wishes he had that freedom and also that same outcome. To keep his mind busy, he plays their CD on the sound system while he hangs her certificates on a corner of the living room.

Thankfully, there’s enough in the boxes to keep him occupied all day while Olivia works in Boston. The city barely resembles New York in its urbanization but if feels incredibly foreign to her, specially when her mind zones out from time to time stopping her from actually recognizing any sights. She arrives at the studio where she’ll be interviewed and photographed, sits down on the makeup chair and once again lets her mind wonder to the Big Apple. Several times she considers picking up the phone and calling him just to make sure he’s not wallowing in self-pity, that’d be worse than simply being left alone.

“We’re all set up, follow me please” the producers calls her.

She follows to a white background where Frank also stands with a worried frown, “You’ve got that look on your face”

“I’ll tell you later, promise”

Their pictures are taken with several props and instruments then it’s time for the interview. As it’ll be recorded, Morgan comes up to make sure everything’s ok considering Olivia looks dead eyed and Frank looks like he’s having a caffeine withdrawal.

“Just try to look as if you’re not dead inside” she smiles down at them before giving the production a green light.

An interviewer sits in front of them and out of reach from cameras. “You just need to answer me, the questions will be inserted in the video”

“Alright” Frank nods and she starts.

“The new album is a huge departure from the work that got you on the radar, what caused this shift?”

Frank takes the first answer: “The first album was mostly written by Gina and Fiona, our bandmates, and they had a pop-rock approach that didn’t really represented us but it was enough to get us a start. After we became big enough artists, Oli and I tried to make our music a but more like us”

“Yeah, and by that time we had gone through so many formative steps that it was inevitable for us to sound more mature” she complements, minding how much information she wants to expose.

“How would you describe this mature sound?”

“It’s more influenced by black music and regional music. Frank and I spend a season in my home country with my mom, who’s a musician, and we got to understand each other through music, learning different rhythms and arrangements that made it to the album”

“This new sound also made it hard to keep touring with One Direction, is that something you miss?”

Frank looks at her but she shakes her head negatively. This is not a question he wants to answer, neither does she want to delve deep into her personal relationships which are obviously what the interviewer wants. “We miss our friends from the band...” he answers but her mind quickly evades her, going back to that flat on the east side of Manhattan.

By the time the sun sets, Harry’s done a lot of unpacking. For the last hour he unboxed several pictures of them to place on hangers, but now decided to rest a bit before actually hanging them. He cuddles up on the couch with a blanket and a cup of tea, alright feeling quite homely in his new home.

It’s around 7:00 pm when Olivia arrives. As the driver leaves, she finds herself once more in front of St. Lazarus Chapel. In the privacy of the empty street, she discreetly touches her forehead, chest, and both shoulders before walking inside her building. She walks into her new home and drops her keys on a coffee table, absorbing the new decoration until her eyes land on the small ball of covers on the couch. If that isn’t the sweetest fucking sight she’s ever seen...

She steps out of her shoes and crawls beneath the blanket, making Harry fuss a bit making room for her on the couch. “I told you I’d be back soon”

“You did” he mumbles.

“So you threw a temper tantrum for nothing”

He rubs his eyes and faces her, “I’m sorry love” he strokes her cheek, “I said some rude things and you didn’t deserve that, I’m really really sorry” he pecks her lips, pulling her into his embrace. She knows he’s not a bullshit excuser, he’s very much capable of admitting his mistakes and asking for genuine forgiveness, that’s why she won’t push it further.

“I forgive you, ok?” she pecks the tip of his nose, “but I can’t forget what you said”

“Oli... I didn’t mean it-“

“I know baby, but you said some things that got me worried”

“Don’t worry about that, I was just being a drama queen-“

“I’m not mad about it, I promise! But you’re right, you don’t know many people here and you don’t know the town like I do, and I want you to feel at home” she turns around and picks something from her backpack, “So, I got you this”

He frowns and picks an amass of paper wrapped in a bow. He unlaces it and finds a map of New York City, by the size of the folded paper it must be huge. “... thanks?”

“Come here” Oli tugs on his hand and pulls him to the big empty space in his living room where there’s still no furniture. She opens the whole thing on the floor and it’s about the size of her arms open wide in both dimensions with the city boundaries encapsulating Manhattan, Brooklyn, Queens and Jersey. She then takes a red sharpie from her backpack and circles a spot in the east side of Central Park. “This is our house, right?” she writes ‘home’ over the spot, “If you follow Broadway all the way up you’ll get to Frank’s right...” she pinpoints it, “here”

“Ed’s got a place here, right?” he asks.

“Yes! Ed’s got a flat in one of these condos, let me check” she zaps through her texts with Ed Sheeran back to the day she visited his new place, “Yeah, it’s right here, mark it” Harry takes the sharpie, marks an X on the spot and writes Sheeran.

“Do you know if James’ got a place here too?”

“He hasn’t got a place, but he always rents a room in Midtown when there’s a new Broadway show”

“And where’s that?”

“Here” she points it and marks it, staining the tip of her finger with red ink. “We could watch a show sometimes, I need to see the new Phantom of the Opera”

“Oh no, you’ve watched it enough” he chuckles as he recalls her watching it almost weekly and greeting the actors on a first name basis.

“Come on, you never came with me”

“It’s ‘cause I don’t want to” he mocks.

“Fine, then stay here moping like a fucking hermit” she kicks him humorously but he takes hold of her leg and bites it lightly causing her to giggle. “Stop it!”

He pulls her by the leg, making the map slide on the wooden floor until he can crawl up on her. She spins them around trying to evade his grasp but on his back pocket he accidentally presses his phone and her album starts to play on the PA system.

“You’ve got to be kidding me” she shakes her head in disbelief. “Can't believe you're a fanboy"

“Shut up” she leans and kisses him intently somewhere over Wall Street and Ellis Island.

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when the party’s over [4] | h.o.

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Warnings: fluffy fluff fluff

Summary: You’d always been in love with Harrison, but how long would you have to wait for him to notice you?

A/N: here it is, the final part! thank you so much to everyone who read and sent all the love, you're the reason I write and ily 3000 <3 I hope you liked it :)

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Harrison stood frozen as you shut the door. He couldn’t move, and he couldn’t stop crying. All this time, he’d convinced himself you were fine.

Clearly, you weren’t and it was all because of him.

He didn’t know what to do, there wasn’t anywhere to go. Sure he had a hotel room, but Harrison wasn’t leaving without talking to you.

Even if it meant staying outside your house until you had to see him.

The sky was turning dark and it was much chillier than it had been. Harrison looked around and found a bench hidden behind a tree in your front yard. Part of him kept telling him to leave and get out of your life.

But he knew that he had to see you one last time.

After the encounter, you had just managed to drag yourself up to your bed to crash. You cried until you fell asleep, letting Luna fall asleep next to you. Hours passed when you heard the front door unlock, and you sat up to wipe your eyes.

“Y/N? I’m home!” Your mom called, and you sat up pressing your head to alleviate the headache. Luna lay on the floor, gently breathing but still asleep. You wandered over to the window, looking outside onto the street below.

No sign of him. He really was gone.

For some reason, your heart clenched. You didn’t know why, but it hurt to know that Harrison was really out of your life for good. He hadn’t fought, he had just left like you told him too.

And you missed him like mad.

“Coming!” You called back, going downstairs to see your mother in the kitchen. She turned and frowned seeing your sunken eyes.

“What’s wrong, you don’t look so good?” She said, coming to take a look at your face. You smiled slightly, trying to reassure her that you were alright.

“Just allergies I think.” You lied, and your mother seemed satisfied with the answer. She gave you something to eat and you both sat together talking about the day. Your mother was a nurse practitioner so she always had interesting stories to tell.

“I’m so tired, I’m going to sleep early. You want anything?” She yawned, and you shook your head. You helped her clean up and bit and then said goodnight. For a moment, you just stood in the dark living room, trying to see your dad in your mind’s eye.

It never worked.

You gave up after a while and walked back upstairs. Sleep sounded inviting, and you wanted to forget today in your dreams. Changing out of your clothes, you went to close the blinds and make sure Luna was okay before collapsing on the bed.

Sleep, come on.

Just as you were about to fall asleep, you heard a crack against your window. It was almost like someone had thrown a rock at it.

Actually, that’s exactly what it was.

You stirred slightly, making sure your mom wasn’t awake before peeking outside. Sure enough, there was the boy you had told to leave hours ago standing below your window with a second rock in his hand.

What the-

You threw open the window and startled Harrison, who thankfully dropped the rock. He looked up, and waved nervously. Part of you wanted to throw something at him and the other part wanted to know just what the hell he was doing throwing rocks at eleven at night.

“Haz? What the hell are you still doing here?” You hissed, and Harrison breathed a sigh of relief. He didn’t know if you would hear him, or if you were even awake. But seeing you up there made him realize that he had just one chance.

“Can we please talk?” Harrison asked, and you rolled your eyes. You should have said no and sent him packing again. Who’s to say you weren’t going to breakdown again?

But you didn’t, because you wanted to hear what he had to say.

“Fine, but I’m not opening the door for you. My mom will wake up and she has work tomorrow.” You said, and Harrison looked around for ways to get in. The windows were all locked and he was pretty sure you wouldn’t appreciate him breaking in. It seemed there was only one way up.

Climbing a tree.

Harrison kicked off his shoes and started climbing. You didn’t think he would actually do something so risky, and you were terrified he’d fall and break something. How would you explain that to your mother?

“Oh my god, what are you doing?!” You whispered, nearly having a heart attack when Harrison momentarily lost his footing. Harrison held up a finger, trying to concentrate on where he was putting his feet. The last time he had climbed a tree he had been five years old. Needless to say, he was a little out of practice. When he made it to the last branch, he stopped to look at you.

“I’m climbing a tree to talk to you because you won’t open the front door.” He said, and you rolled your eyes yet again. Of course he’d be cracking jokes while you were internally screaming. With a jump, Harrison landed in your room narrowly missing your lamp.

“Geez, that’s a lot harder than it looks.” Harrison laughed, but you were standing silent. You just wanted to hear what he had to say and get him out of your hair for good. And the jokes were just a waste of time.

“I’m not here to listen to jokes, Harrison. You wanted to talk, so talk.” You replied, giving him a stern look. No more bullshit, you just wanted him gone. Harrison noticed your look and sobered up, realizing you weren’t going to play this game.

“Okay, yeah.” He said, and you motioned for him to sit. But he wouldn’t, he knew that he needed to stand and face you for what he wanted to say. You moved a couple feet away from him, to give you some semblance of power. Though you knew you were about to crumble.

“I know that you didn’t want to see me, but I couldn’t leave things the way they were. Y/N, what happened…..I-” Harrison began to cry, and you felt tears of your own build up. But you steeled yourself, reminding your heart that he had hurt you.

“I don’t know why I said what I said, I knew it was a mistake as soon as it came out of my mouth. I think...I think I was just stressed about Maya. She kept pressuring me to let her move in, and she was always so jealous of you that I used you as an excuse. But I never meant for you to hear it, and when you did I knew I had royally fucked up. You mean a lot to me, much more than you know.” He said, bridging the distance a little. You didn’t move, even though you were telling yourself to.

“But the look on your face, I can’t get it out of my mind. I hate seeing you cry, and knowing I did that to you…..I can never forgive myself. And I don’t expect you to either, because I know I humiliated you. All I’m asking is that you come back, to all of us. You don’t have to ever speak to me again, but everyone misses you and I don’t want to be the reason you feel like you have to leave. Please, just come home….” He whispered, and you felt a tear fall. Damn it, you were supposed to be strong.

“Why should I? You really hurt me, you know that? I cried for days over you! How do you think I can ever show my face over there? With Maya and her friends breathing down my neck?” You responded, wiping away another tear. Harrison moved forward again, and this time you stepped back.

“I know I hurt you, I never meant to you have to believe me. I was depressed for days after you left, I need you in my life even if you never talk to me again. I don’t even care if you never look at me, just knowing you’re near is enough. And for what it’s worth, Maya and I broke up.” Harrison choked, looking down at the ground. You were speechless.

“Oh, I didn’t know.” You whispered, not really believing him. Harrison smiled sadly, but he felt a little freer for saying it.

“She wasn’t worth the trouble and I knew that I didn’t really love her. I’m so sorry, I really am. I can’t take it back but you should know I’ve been killing myself over it. I didn’t take a shower for days.” Harrison said, and you wrinkled your nose slightly. You had no idea Harrison had been so upset over you, and you felt a little guilty about it.

“That’s terrible, you could have at least taken care of your personal hygiene.” You joked, making Harrison light up a little. The fact that you were telling jokes meant that you were slowly opening up again. Which meant that there was a chance he could tell you what he had been waiting to say for days.

“It’s okay, I forgive you. We’re fine, you shouldn’t have come all this way.” You said, this time being the one to take a step forward. Harrison shifted around nervously, trying to figure out what to say next.

“Actually, that’s not the only reason I came. There was something else I needed to tell you.” He whispered, and you quirked an eyebrow. What else could he possibly have to say? And why was he so nervous about it?

“Haz, what’s wrong? Did something happen?” You asked, and Harrison shook his head.

“No, it’s just I…..I……” Harrison stuttered, not being able to get the words out. He was well aware he looked like an idiot, and you were making him a nervous mess. You reached out a hand and touched his face, which burned red at the contact.

“Hey, it’s just me. I promise you can say whatever, I’m not going to judge.” You whispered, trying to calm him down. Harrison looked up into your eyes and took a deep breath.

Now or never.

“I love you, Y/N. I’ve loved you for so long.” Harrison finally came out and said it, and you stopped breathing. In fact you stopped moving, your mouth completely still. It was as if the world had stopped turning, and the air felt thick.

“What?” You whispered, taking another step forward. Harrison tried to avoid your eyes, realizing that he had just made a big mistake. You were probably angry, embarrassed by what he had said.

Of course you didn’t feel the same way, why would you after what he had done?

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have said that, shit. I’m going to go, I’ll just leave you alone.” He stumbled, moving your hand away and walking back to the window. You just stood there, trying to process what Harrison had just said. It didn’t seem real, that he felt that way.

All this time, you had convinced yourself he didn’t see you that way. That it was all one-sided, your love.

Harrison loved you, he really loved you,

“Harrison!” You cried, causing him to turn back with red-rimmed eyes. You were about to cry too, your eyes blurry. He saw and resisted the urge to run back and wipe them away, Harrison hated seeing you cry. More than that, he hated being the cause of it.

“Don’t you dare leave me, not again.” You choked, and Harrison turned back. There you were, crying as if you had had your heart broken, and you were still the most beautiful woman in the world to him.

“No, please, don’t cry.” Harrison whimpered, rushing over to hold you. You melted into him, afraid that if you let go he’d slip through your fingers like an illusion. He held onto you, stroking your hair and letting the tears fall from his eyes. You sobbed quietly, reaching up and kissing his jawline.

“I love you too, so much that it hurts.” You whispered into his shirt, feeling like you would collapse when Harrison kissed your neck and behind your ear. Your head was reeling, like you were high on something you couldn’t pronounce. You looked up at him and saw that Harrison was looking at you, like you were the only thing on this Earth that mattered to him.

“Can I….can I…..” Harrison mumbled, and you reached up and brought his face closer to yours.

“Please, just kiss me.” You whined, fully aware that you sounded desperate. But you were, you’d spent too long away from him and now all you wanted to do was feel him on you. If this turned out to be a dream, you wanted to make it worthwhile. Harrison breathed out softly and cupped your face, stroking your cheek just as you did for him minutes ago.

And then it happened, all at once.

Harrison leaned down and crashed his lips on yours. He brought one hand to your face and the other around your waist to bring you closer. There was no space between you, but you didn’t care. You brought your hands up and into his hair, holding onto it for dear life. Harrison deepened the kiss, dragging his tongue across your bottom lip. You gave him access and then you felt like you were floating. He pressed forward, slipping a hand into yours and backing you up to the wall. Harrison would have kept kissing you like his life depended on it, but you both needed to breathe.

He broke away only for a moment, before latching his lips to your neck. Harrison kissed every part of it, and when he was done you were sure you were going to need concealer. He moved up to your ear, biting it gently before kissing behind it and moving to your jawline.

“You’re.” He kissed your collarbone and you thought you would buckle.

“My.” He wandered over and kissed your left ear, nibbling it softly and earning a moan from you.

“Everything.” Finally he brought his lips back to your aching mouth, and you could swear you saw stars.

This kiss was hungry, but soft and sweet. Harrison took his time with you, almost as if he was trying to mark you. He poured all his emotions into it, the pain and the love. His lips were like fire, but you didn’t mind being burned. He caressed your face and held your waist tightly. You’d never kissed this passionately in all your life, and now you realized it was because you had been waiting for this.

It was like your mouths were made for each other, they fit perfectly.

Harrison kept going, like he was never going to see you again. Your knees were jello, and eventually you stroked his hair to get him to break away. When you pulled apart, you were both sweating. Your chest was heaving, but you had never been so euphoric in your life. Harrison was panting, but he couldn’t stop smiling.

“Wow.” You said, touching your very swollen lips. Harrison laughed softly, bringing your face to his again for one last peck. You were startled as he picked you up bridal style and sat you down on the bed.

“Where’d you learn to kiss like that?” Harrison asked, laying you down and crawling on top of you. You giggled, watching him smirk and brush your hair away from your face. He loved your eyes, they were like kaleidoscopes.

“Would you believe books?” You joked, keeping your hands in his hair. Harrison closed his eyes to relish in your touch, before moving to come even closer to you.

“Well then, let’s see what you’ve been reading.” He laughed, and your lips met for the third time that night. It was, however, not the last time.

“Stay with me tonight?” You asked, managing to get Harrison to stop for a second. He let his face fall in the crook of your neck.

“I’m never leaving you again.”

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I remember one of William and Kate’s engagements before their wedding and they didn’t announce it (security reasons and it was a small town) but somehow the word got out and last minute they got MUCH MUCH bigger crowds then that did!🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

Do you mean the lifeboat launch in Somewhere Very Cold in Anglesey? That was a small town, but I don’t know if it was announced or not. Or do you mean the surprise visit to Belfast? That one they kept secret.

Never mind, let’s just take a trip down memory lane. It will help us forget all of the “sophisticated” messy buns, the bathrobe coats, and the tentacle hands.

Warning: I haz the Kate memes. I love them. Also, I’m relying on my memory here so if I’ve missed one let me know. Also, this post is reeeeeeally long because I really needed a palate cleanser today.

1. Anglesey

This was Kate’s first “official” engagement at Anglesey. No, I’m not counting the Cancer Trust concert first. It was unofficial and “felt” like all the events she attended as his girlfriend, so I stuck it at the end.

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-1360259/Kate-Middletons-royal-launch-Prince-William-Anglesey.html

She got “more than a thousand” people in a tiny village in the middle of nowhere.

It’s interesting because you can see the press minimizing her performance.

It wasn’t exactly an event on the scale of a royal wedding, and as walkabouts go, probably not too testing either.

Even the boat she launched was a humble inflatable – hardly the Ark Royal.

“You can hardly call it Middleton Mania, but they did seem to like her.”

But she sang the Welsh national anthem and interacted with everyone.

Someone thrust a bunch of limp-looking daffs at her. ‘Thank you so much!’ she said. ‘They’re lovely!’ She clutched them for a full ten paces before an aide took them. By the end of the crowd she had more bouquets than she could carry.

‘You look nice and warm,’ she told seven-year-old Freya Ainsworth, shivering in the bitter cold. Laughs all round, and a little girl who will remember that moment for life.

Those of us who think they might have seen all this before found ourselves making inevitable comparisons with Princess Diana. She, too, brought fresh air to stuffy royal occasions, and she was clearly on other minds yesterday.

Colin Edwards, a veteran follower of matters royal, brandished a framed photograph of Diana with William and Harry in short trousers. Oh-oh. Potential blunder alert.

‘Oh my goodness,’ shrieked Kate, grabbing the photo and pointing at William. ‘Look at his knees!’

As far as anyone could tell, Miss Middleton successfully steered a steady path for the 20 or so minutes she spent with the people. No one heard her come out with any lines from the Duke of Edinburgh school of diplomacy.

I can’t find any newspaper covers, but here’s a video (Warning: They really are adorable in this video).

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cBAhSs1IhA8

LOL, I find it amazing that 1000 people at a formal ceremony with a Welsh anthem and a speech was spun as a “gentle introduction into the royal family.” People are now praising Meghan to the skies over a 45 minute visit and 5 minute crowd interaction.

I remember hating on the brown clothes, the feather fascinator and the flyaway hair. Little did I know, no? That was an old coat that she cut down because she felt it flapped around too much. Sigh, I’d post a pic of Meghan’s coats flapping around her like she’s Batman in ripped jeans, but I don’t like ugly pics on my dash.

That event gave birth to one of my favorite Kate memes:

2. St. Andrews

Their second event was St. Andrew’s 600th Anniversary. Kate wisely ditched the brown and wore the red suit with the black belt and tights. The event was in front of 3000 people (but most came because of the anniversary, I imagine) and was followed by jetting to London and signing a book of condolences.

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-1360572/Kate-Middleton-Prince-William-return-St-Andrews-romance-started.html

And check out this gem:

LOL, no merching!

This was the moment when I thought “Okay she really pulled it together.” this was the beginning of the “Kate look,” imo. A fitted suit in a bright color and a clutch.

She had the basics down on that first engagement, but the coat was too neutral and the scarf and fascinator were too busy so she ditched them. She also straightened the too-distracting curls. She learned quick!

You can see the video here. That was a looooooooong walkabout.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gp3fGRzT_7Q

That visit also inspired a meme:

3. Belfast

But you may be thinking of the surprise visit to Belfast. That was the one they kept quiet because of security reasons.

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-1364152/Prince-William-Kate-Middletons-Belfast-pancake-tossing-surprise-visit.html

She rocked the white Burberry coat and cooked! Liz Jones actually takes credit for making Kate wear something expensive. Imagine that. They also criticized her because the wind blew her hair around, LOL.

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-1364152/Prince-William-Kate-Middletons-Belfast-pancake-tossing-surprise-visit.html

They got huge crowds but “only” 100 people were allowed to come in and shake hands because of security reasons.

Here’s the video. You can see her hair blow out and she touches i once and then it settles. I remember being aghast that she touched her hair. Now I’m wondering what magic made it settle down so fast.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=58KK8l_dVD4

She tossed a pancake while holding her clutch. We all made fun of her “faces.” Ah, we were so innocent then.

There were no tentacle hands, but there was this:

And people criticized her because she was “too adoring.” Ah, the world before tentacle hands. It was a different universe.

That visit inspired even more awesome memes:

4. Lancashire

The fourth event I found was in April (Am I missing one? If so, please tell me). They opened the Aldrich Community School in Lancashire and it drew 2000 people and I doubt the school opening was the cause of the crowd. she wore a blue suit (the first of many, many blue suits) and another clutch. This time the designer was mentioned, Amanda Someone.

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-1375677/Kate-Middleton-Prince-William-brave-rain-official-pre-royal-wedding-engagement.html

The DM was already commenting about her “slender frame.”

And this was another favorite meme of mine:

That’s pretty much it for the official events. She didn’t go to Sandringham, but here was her Cancer Trust Concert look in December. It was an “unofficial” event.

This was the look.

It also inspired a meme:

Remember when we used to complain about Kate touching her hair? LOLOLOL.

I hope I’m not offending the die-hard Kate fans with the memes. I personally adore them. They were organic. They were funny, but not mean. They were awesome.

They were also an indicator of how Kate was perceived by the public without any pr games or promo.

People thought she was regal. Even though she was labeled as a “commoner” she carried herself like she was someone.

Part of the resentment about Kate and the Middletons is that it was patently obvious just from looking at her that Kate had something. You could hate her for it and see her as pretentious and snotty, or you could love her for it and see her as aspirational, but there was something. She wasn’t an actress. She was just a college student, but she carried herself like she was somebody. Some people liked it and some hated it, but there it was.

She ignored the paparazzi She ignored the snotty aristos. She ignored the snarky tabloids. When the law changed, she didn’t wait for Will to throw a tantrum and write a nasty letter. She called up the lawyers and went after the paps herself. When she was dumped, she picked herself up, bought a new dress and went out to party. When her topless pics got out, she held her head high and did her duty.

Yes, the lace dresses are the fug, and she should have put weights in her skirts. hey, we now have a “royal” with file room sex scenes and her lace dresses are see-through, have feathers, and cost $75k.

Seriously, I CANNOT believe that they are trying to sell me this two-bit cable actress with her publicity stunts, merching, bathrobe coats, messy buns, plagiarized notes, and poo emoji hats as a royal. Are you effing kidding me, KP? SHE CAN’T EVEN WRITE A THANK YOU NOTE.

I’ve bitched about Kate’s stupid feather fascinator for years, but at least it doesn’t reming people of feces. I was aghast at that expensive Burberry coat, but at least it wasn’t $75k. I bitched about her work faces, but at least she didn't do pageant waves, stick her tongue out, or blow kisses at the crowd. I complained about the hair, but, good lord, at least she combed it. I snarked about her vacations, but at least she didn’t try to spin them as “budget luxury mini-breaks” that made her totes relatable.

No one had to spin Kate’s Chelsea blowout as “West Hollywood Cool.” I have a “Blow Bar” in my neighborhood because of Kate. No one had to shout that the nude LK Bennetts and crap espadrille wedges were sold out. We knew the “Kate Effect” was real because every spring those stupid shoes came out like it was giant beige patent leather cicada mating season. You couldn't throw a Laduree-knockoff macaron at a wedding without hitting someone who was wearing nude court shoes (if formal) or espadrille wedges (if casual). Ditto Hunter boots. Ditto royal blue everything. Ditto giant pashmina scarves. Ditto fitted coats. I had to relegate my peacoat to the back of the closet because nobody was wearing peacoats after Kate. Everyone was suddenly wearing short, fitted coats. Ditto clutches. The clutches were old lady purses before Kate. No one under 90 used a clutch. SHE TURNED THE CLUTCH INTO A MODERN ACCESSORY.

Do you know how many “trendsetting” white bathrobe coats I’ve seen this winter in two major American cities? Zero. Everyone is wearing Canada Goose. Do you know how many yellow gold thumb rings I’ve seen? Zero. Platinum still rules. Diaper shorts? Thankfully, zero.

I’ll give her the ripped jeans, leather totes, and messy buns. I see tons of those when I pick up my high schooler. They’ve been Fashion Club staples at the high school for years.

This is laughable.The only upside to this is the hilarity from all the train wreck photo-shoots, appearances and leaks and, the Yuna-Kim level spin that follows them. That is the only thing that redeems this ridiculous pr voyage.

So in honor of Meghan here’s my last Kate meme for the night:

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‘I Can’t Turn My Brain Off’: PTSD and Burnout Threaten Medical Workers

The coronavirus patient, a 75-year-old man, was dying. No family member was allowed in the room with him, only a young nurse.

In full protective gear, she dimmed the lights and put on quiet music. She freshened his pillows, dabbed his lips with moistened swabs, held his hand, spoke softly to him. He wasn’t even her patient, but everyone else was slammed.

Finally, she held an iPad close to him, so he could see the face and hear the voice of a grief-stricken relative Skyping from the hospital corridor.

After the man died, the nurse found a secluded hallway, and wept.

A few days later, she shared her anguish in a private Facebook message to Dr. Heather Farley, who directs a comprehensive staff-support program at Christiana Hospital in Newark, Del. “I’m not the kind of nurse that can act like I’m fine and that something sad didn’t just happen,” she wrote.

Medical workers like the young nurse have been celebrated as heroes for their commitment to treating desperately ill coronavirus patients. But the heroes are hurting, badly. Even as applause to honor them swells nightly from city windows, and cookies and thank-you notes arrive at hospitals, the doctors, nurses and emergency responders on the front lines of a pandemic they cannot control are battling a crushing sense of inadequacy and anxiety.

Every day they become more susceptible to post-traumatic stress, mental health experts say. And their psychological struggles could impede their ability to keep working with the intensity and focus their jobs require.

Although the causes for the suicides last month of Dr. Lorna M. Breen, the medical director of the emergency department at NewYork-Presbyterian Allen Hospital, and John Mondello, a rookie New York emergency medical technician, are unknown, the tragedies served as a devastating wake-up call about the mental health of medical workers. Even before the coronavirus pandemic, their professions were pockmarked with burnout and even suicide.

On Wednesday, the World Health Organization issued a report about the pandemic’s impact on mental health, highlighting health care workers as vulnerable. Recent studies of medical workers in China, Canada and Italy who treated Covid-19 patients found soaring rates of anxiety, depression and insomnia.

To address the ballooning problem, therapists who specialize in treating trauma are offering free sessions to medical workers and emergency responders nationwide. New York City has joined with the Defense Department to train 1,000 counselors to address the combat-like stress. Rutgers Health/RWJ Barnabas Health, a New Jersey system, just adopted a “Check You, Check Two” initiative, urging staff to attend to their own needs and touch base with two colleagues daily.

“Physicians are often very self-reliant and may not easily ask for help. In this time of crisis, with high workload and many uncertainties, this trait can add to the load that they carry internally,” said Dr. Chantal Brazeau, a psychiatrist at the Rutgers New Jersey Medical School.

Even when new Covid-19 cases and deaths begin to ebb, as they have in some places, mental health experts say the psychological pain of medical workers is likely to continue and even worsen.

“As the pandemic intensity seems to fade, so does the adrenaline. What’s left are the emotions of dealing with the trauma and stress of the many patients we cared for,” said Dr. Mark Rosenberg, the chairman of the emergency department at St. Joseph’s Health in Paterson, N.J. “There is a wave of depression, letdown, true PTSD and a feeling of not caring anymore that is coming.”

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Screw all of you now I see exactly why the only thing left to do is suicide. — a Facebook post by a St. Louis paramedic in April

After Kurt Becker, a paramedic firefighter in St. Louis County saw that post, which included a profanity-laced screed of frustration and despair over the job, he sent a copy to the man’s therapist with a note saying, “You need to check this out.”

“I’m reading this, and I’m ticking off each comment with, ‘stress marker,’ ‘stress marker,’ ‘stress marker,’ ” said Mr. Becker, who manages a 300-person union district. (The writer is in treatment and gave permission for the post to be quoted.)

The paramedics are part of a “warrior culture,” Mr. Becker said, which sees itself as a tough, invulnerable caste. Asking for help, admitting fear, is not part of their self-image.

Mr. Becker, 48, is himself the grandson of a bomber pilot and son of a Vietnam veteran. But his local has been hit by a dozen suicides since 2004, and he has become an advocate for the mental health of its members. To maintain his equilibrium, he works out and sees a therapist.

“The virus scares the hell out of our guys,” he said. “And now, when they go home to decompress, instead, they and their spouses are home schooling. The spouse has lost a job, and is at wit’s end. The kids are screaming. Let me tell you: The tension level in the crews is through the roof.”

Many besieged health care workers are exhibiting what Alynn Schmitt McManus, a St. Louis-based clinical social worker, calls “betrayal trauma.”

“They feel overwhelmed and abandoned” by fire chiefs who, she said, rarely acknowledge the newly relentless demands of the job.

Many paramedics, she added, are “aggressive and depressed. They are so committed to the work, they are such good human beings, but they feel so compromised now.”

Brendan, who asked for his last name to be withheld to protect his privacy, is a 24-year-old paramedic firefighter who works 48-hour shifts on the tough north side of St. Louis. His unit has been so busy running calls that he goes for long stretches without showering, eating or sleeping. He is terrified he might infect his fiancée and their daughter.

“We got a letter from our chief saying that there’s a national shortage of gloves, gowns, masks and goggles because the public is taking them,” he said. “Then we walk into Walmart and see that 90 percent of the people have better masks than we do.”

With no end in sight to the crisis, Brendan sought out a therapist.

“We are a lot quicker to be angry with each other,” he said. “Any little thing sends us over the edge. But among the older guys in their late 30s and 40s, it’s not OK to talk about things. So all anyone talks about is alcohol.”

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“They were coming in very sick and deteriorating so fast. I was carrying a lot inside me, and I was very sad when I came home. I was feeling like I wasn’t doing a good job. My mother-in-law is a nurse, and she saw I needed help so she connected me with a therapist.” — Kristina, a nurse at Long Island Jewish Medical Center in Queens

Therapists around the country, many affiliated with the Trauma Recovery Network, which includes a large New York team, have been lining up to offer free treatment to medical workers. But the number of requests for help has been modest.

“People are nervous that if they pause to get treatment, they’ll crash, ”said Karen Alter-Reid, a psychologist and the founder of the Fairfield County Trauma Response Team in Connecticut, who has treated disaster-relief workers at school shootings and hurricanes.

The reasons to offer front-line workers specialized trauma therapy now are both to forestall destructive symptoms from settling in long-term, and to patch up depleted people so they can keep doing their jobs with the intensity demanded of them.

Since mid-March, Dr. Alter-Reid’s group has been treating dozens of emergency medical technicians, doctors and nurses. What distinguishes this pandemic as a traumatic experience, she said, is that no one knows when it will end, which protracts anxiety.

Medical teams, she noted, keenly miss the familial, visceral contact. They are used to hugs, backslaps, and sharing beers after a rough shift. Now, safety strictures have shut all that down.

Through Zoom group therapy, the crews have been regaining some semblance of solidarity as they unburden with each other, unmasked, through a computer screen, hearing everyone talk about similar struggles: Living away from families, to keep them safe. The smell of disinfectant in their clothes and hair. The clumsy haz-mat gear.

As they tap, which can sound like group drumming, she asks them to recall a challenging case when they each prevailed, and to share it.

Through these sessions, she tries to help them subdue memories of fear, failure and death so they can summon their innate resilience: Remember what you can do.

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I have nightmares that I won’t have my P.P.E. I worry about my patients, my co-workers, my family, myself. I can’t turn my brain off. — Christina Burke, an I.C.U. nurse at Christiana Hospital, Newark, Del.

A nagging detail sticks in Christina Burke’s mind like a burr. Not only is hers the last face that patients see before they die, but because of her mandatory mask, all they glimpse are her eyes.

Her identity as a compassionate nurse feels diminished. She longs to lift up her mask and reveal her full self to patients.

At 24, Ms. Burke has already worked in an intensive care unit for three years. She has loved the connections she made with patients and their families, but those experiences are now largely gone.

“I can’t imagine one of my relatives on their last breath with a stranger,” said Ms. Burke, who is close to her own family but hasn’t been able to visit them for two months.

One recent day, overcome with sleeplessness and despondency, she contacted Bridget Ryan, a member of the hospital’s peer support program. In Ms. Ryan’s office, she tearfully unloaded.

A March study in JAMA Psychiatry looked at the psychological impact of the epidemic on health care workers in 34 Chinese hospitals, reporting that nurses, especially women, carried the heaviest burdens. They had elevated rates of anxiety, depression and insomnia.

The prevalence of burnout and suicide among medical professionals has been widely studied. As the pandemic invaded the West Coast earlier this year, Stanford psychologists gathered focus groups in their medical system to explore how to shore up mental health.

Researchers flagged workers’ limited capacity to manage Covid-19; their fears of contaminating family members; the moral code-bending decisions about when to use limited, life-saving resources. But much distress could be headed off if hospital leadership created a proactive, supportive culture that included ways for workers to express concerns and feel heard, the researchers wrote in JAMA.

ChristianaCare, a four-state health system, began assembling such a protocol five years ago. The program provides group support and daily inspirational texts. Twice a week, doctors and staff meet senior leaders. It set up designated “oasis” rooms, outfitted with low lights, massage chairs and meditation materials, where stressed workers take a breather.

“We’re trying to provide them with psychological first aid,” said Dr. Farley, an emergency medicine physician who directs ChristianaCare’s Center for WorkLife Wellbeing.

Peer counselors are quickly available. “No one else understands what we’re going through,” Ms. Burke, the I.C.U. nurse, said. “It doesn’t sound like much, but that program has changed the world for us.”

At the end of her meeting with Ms. Ryan, the two women, both in surgical masks, shared a social-distance-defying hug. Ms. Burke said she emerged refreshed. For the first time in two months, she slept through the night.

To address safety fears, ChristianaCare offers disposable scrubs, which workers tear off at the end of a shift. It also has a gratitude program, in which former patients return to thank their healers. At a time when so many Covid-19 patients are dying, such exchanges, said Dr. Farley, reconnect demoralized staff to “why we do what we do.”

Dr. Farley and her team check on hospital crews, pushing carts loaded with hand lotion, anti-fog lens cleaner, protein bars, chocolate and solace.

Every time, Dr. Farley said, “There is someone crying with me, and it’s 3 a.m. They’re exhausted. They need this.”

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I see all these people coming in to the hospital now who are really sick, and I’m wondering, could this be me one day? There are a lot of unknowns. And the anxiety is amplified, knowing what happened in my household. — Dr. Andrew Cohen, an emergency medicine physician at St. Joseph’s University Medical Center, Paterson, N.J.

When Dr. Andrew Cohen, 45, is working his shift at the hospital’s emergency department, he is fine. He has the thick emotional skin characteristic of his high-octane profession. He dons his gear, turns his adrenaline up to a quiet, steady hum and focuses on saving lives.

But hours before the shift starts, he becomes foggy, anxious, hesitant. And as soon as it ends, he performs a cleansing ritual that even he labels “over the top.” That is because he has discovered, in a brutal manner, that he cannot leave the job behind.

For nearly a decade, Dr. Cohen and his wife shared their home with her parents, a practicing pulmonologist and a retired nurse, who often babysat for the Cohens’ children, now 8 and 11. But in March, both in-laws became ill with Covid-19 and were admitted to the hospital within a day of each other.

Dr. Cohen’s mother-in-law, Sharon Sakowitz, 74, died first.

On the day of her funeral, the hospital called the Cohens: now the father-in-law’s organs were shutting down. The Cohens rushed to the hospital. Dr. Barry Sakowitz, 75, died that morning. A few hours later, they buried Mrs. Sakowitz.

Still mourning, Dr. Cohen wonders, “Did I bring this virus into my house?” As he prepares to go to work, “My son says, ‘Daddy, be very, very careful,’ and I know what he’s thinking.”

The guilt threatens to swamp him. What if he is the third person in this household to die?

After the shift, Dr. Cohen photocopies his notes, so there’s no risk he leaves with paper that might have coronavirus on it. He cleans his stethoscope, pens, goggles, face shield and the bottom of his sneakers with antimicrobial wipes. He does a surgical hand wash, up to his elbows.

He changes into a clean set of scrubs, putting the dirty ones in a plastic bag, and walks through the hospital parking lot. Sitting in his car, he sprays the bottom of his shoes with Lysol.

At home, he removes his sneakers and scrubs, leaving them in a box in the garage, and heads to the shower. Only after will he allow himself to embrace his family.

How long will Dr. Cohen march through this meticulous ritual? When will fear loosen its grip?

“We’ve always been told to suck it up and move on,” he said. He wonders: When his own emotional crash comes, when colleagues start unraveling, “Will there be people there to help us?”

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What You Can Recycle and Where to Take It in Louisville, KY

You just ate the last bit of cereal for breakfast and are left with an empty box. What are you going to do with it? Thrown in the trash can or toss it into the recycling bin?

Some of the most common reasons why people do not recycle are that it is inconvenient, they do not know what is recyclable, or they simply do not care.

Recycling has a huge impact because it eliminates some of the waste that can leave a damaging impression on the environment. With a collective effort, we can reduce our need for landfills and make a better environment for future generations.

To help out, we have created this easy-to-read recycling guide that has the tools you need so you know what is recyclable, where to recycle, and what to do with those items you cannot recycle.

What Can You Recycle?

Through advancements in recycling technology, the list of what is recyclable is continuously growing. This can make it tough to remember what is and what is not recyclable. So we have done the thinking for you. Here is a list of all the common items that can be recycled in the Louisville, KY area.

Paper Recycling

Almost every person uses paper in some way, shape, or form every single day. Because of this, paper makes up about 29% or 71 million tons of total waste each year. Yikes! But recent studies have shown that a whopping 45 million tons are recycled each year in America. Maybe one day, all paper will be recycled and repurposed.

Paper products that are acceptable:

Flattened cardboard

Paper containers, paper cups

Milk, juice, & soup cartons

Newspapers

Magazines

Cereal/snack boxes

Office paper

Shredded paper (must be in a paper bag)

Junk mail (be sure to remove your name/address)

Phone books

Plastic Recycling

Plastic is a flexible lightweight material that is great at keeping leftovers fresh. Yet, it uses fossil fuels in its production and causes harm to the environment when it is not recycled properly. It’s important to also note that in order for plastic to be acceptable, it must be clean. If your leftover spaghetti dinner is stuck to the container, it could contaminate an entire load, causing all that recyclable plastic to end up in the landfill.

Many believe that the number on the bottom of the plastic container is an indication of whether or not it’s recyclable. It’s not. Those numbers indicate its plastic type only. The best way to know if a plastic is recyclable is to look at its shape. Jugs, jars, and bottles are all acceptable.

Plastic products that are acceptable:

Water bottles

Shampoo/soap/detergent bottles

Milk jugs

Contact solution bottles

Metal Recycling

According to Waste Management, of the 2.7 million tons of metal Americans discard each year, only 50% is recycled. When you recycle metals, you not only help the environment, you also save on the amount of energy that is used to produce it. When metal is recycled, it saves 74% of the energy that is used to produce it.

As with any recyclable, the metal must be free of any food or product waste.

Metal products that are acceptable:

Aluminum cans

Aluminum foil and bakeware

Steel & Tin cans (soup cans, soda cans, beer cans)

Glass Recycling

Thanks to everyone’s recycling efforts, most glass jars and bottles are made with about 27% recycled glass. While glass is not an acceptable recyclable in all areas, it is accepted here in Louisville, KY.

In order for the glass to be acceptable, it must be in one piece and free of food and dirt. Broken glass is a hazard for the people who collect and sort recyclables. So, unfortunately, broken glass needs to wrapped in newspaper and disposed of in the trash.

Glass products that are acceptable:

Clear Glass/Jars

Amber Glass/Jars

Green Glass/Jars

Battery Recycling

Many of the components found in batteries can be reused and repurposed to make new batteries or even other products. For example, the sulfuric acid found in car batteries can be broken down and purified to make fertilizer and dyes.

It is important to remember that batteries of any kind should not be combined with your common home recyclables. Since they contain chemicals, they need to be taken to a facility that can properly recycle them.

Batteries that are acceptable:

Car batteries

Household batteries

Button Batteries

Rechargeable Batteries

Electronic Recycling

Electronics that are broken, dated, or just ready for the graveyard is referred to as “e-waste.” E-waste should never be combined with other recyclable items. Instead, they need to be taken to facilities that are knowledgeable in the deconstruction and removal of the components that can be reused.

Electronics that are acceptable:

Cell phones

Compact discs (CDs) and CD players

Computers

Copiers

Digital cameras

Electronic game systems

Floppy disks

Microwaves

Monitors

Printers

Scanners

Tapes and disk drives

Television sets

VCRs

To learn more about e-waste and where you can recycle electronics in Louisville, KY, jump on over to our article about electronic recycling.

Appliance Recycling

You have purchased a new energy efficient appliance for your home. Now you are wondering what to do with the old one. Depending on where you purchased your new appliance, many stores will haul away the old one for you and recycle it. If they don’t, or they tell you they will just dump it in the closest landfill, then it’s a great idea to recycle it!

Most appliances, especially older models, are made largely of metal, which is of course recyclable. Air conditioners and refrigerators contain chemicals that are used to chill air, and these chemicals are harmful to the environment. When recycled, these chemicals are properly and safely recycled to be used in other products.

Appliances that are acceptable:

Air conditioners

Clothes washers and dryers

Dehumidifiers

Dishwashers

Freezers

Furnaces

Garbage disposals

Heat pumps

Microwaves

Ovens

Refrigerators

Stoves and ranges

Trash compactors

Water heaters

Where Can I Recycle in Louisville, KY?

Depending on what you are recycling, there are several options for you.

Curbside Pickup

The city of Louisville offers free curbside pickup for many residents. Paper, plastic, glass, and metal are all accepted through this service. If curbside pickup is not offered by the city, private waste haulers are required to offer curbside pickup to any customer who requests it. Click here to find out if your area is serviced by the city’s curbside pickup service.

Drop-off Locations

For residents that are not offered curbside pickup or do not want someone coming to their home to collect, there are several drop-off facilities that are located in Louisville, KY. Check out the table below for locations and what types of items they accept.

Grocery Stores

Many grocery stores in and around the Louisville Metro area recycle plastic bags. So the next time you head to the grocery, look for drop off containers near the front of the store or ask customer service where they are located.

Automobile Shops

Many mechanic shops will gladly take and recycle car batteries. The next time you are in for an oil change, ask if they accept car batteries or if they know of a shop nearby that does.

Recycling Centers Near Me

PaperPlastic GlassMetalElectronicsOther East District Public Works Yard 595 N. Hubbards Lane ✓ ✓ ✓ ✓ Southwest Government Center 7219 Dixie Highway✓✓✓✓ HAZ BIN 7501 Grade Lane✓✓✓✓Batteries LG&E KU 820 West BroadwayAppliances Bluegrass Recycle 1361 S. 15th St. ✓ ISA Recycling 7100 Grade Lane✓✓ Waste Reduction Center 636 Meriwether Ave. ✓ Metro Fire Company 3228 River Park Drive✓✓✓✓ Metro Fire Company 1500 South 6th Street✓✓✓✓ Metro Fire Company 235 East Jefferson St.✓✓✓✓ Middletown Firehouse 108 Urton Lane ✓✓✓✓

Recycling Centers Near Me

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What To Do With The Items You Can’t Recycle

Wouldn’t it be great if everything were recyclable? Unfortunately, this is not the case. At least not yet. For the items that cannot be recycled, there are several options available to you.

Sell It

Donate It

Take advantage of Louisville’s junk day. You can find specific junk days for your area here.

If you have a lot of items that need to be trashed, like before a move or after a remodel, you can always take the time to drive it to the dump yourself or you can rent a dumpster for Economy Dumpster. We will drop off the dumpster at your home or construction site, then come haul it away for you! To rent a dumpster, contact us today!

Items You Didn’t Know Were Recyclable

When the term “recycling” comes to mind, many think of the usual paper, plastic, glass, and metal. There are other items that are great for recycling, but since they are not as common, they are often forgotten and tossed in the trash.

List of some uncommon recyclables, according to Rick LeBlanc of The Balance Small Business blog:

Pet Fur

Old Bras

Glasses & Hearing Aids

Mattresses

Pantyhose

CDs

Tennis Balls

Wine Corks

Running Shoes

Gift Cards, Credit Cards, & Hotel Keys

Dentures

Chewed Gum

Holiday Lights

Crayons

Compact Fluorescent light bulbs

Toilets

Cigarette waste

Solo Cups

Artificial Christmas Trees

Many of these items are in the beginning stages of recycling and are only recycled in a few places, some only in other countries. Hopefully, in the near future, every city in America will be recycling more and more items.

Recycle, It’s Your Future Too

Recycling has come a long way since its early beginnings. Each year, more items are being added to the list and reducing the amount of waste that is dumped into landfills. With all the information we gave you in this article, we hope we helped you learn more about recycling and where you can take your items.

With the growing number of recycling centers, there is no reason why everyone can’t pitch in and help save the environment. So the next time you have a lot of items in your home you need to get rid of, we hope you will either recycle them or rent a hassle-free dumpster from Economy Dumpster. Let us handle all of your residential and construction waste needs.

Happy Recycling!

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