#louis water spill

[tangerinequeen19]

[louisupdates]

Oh for fuck’s sake.

Louis spilling water 💦 on himself. 505, FITFWT24: Montevideo [15.5.2024] 📸 johaishome livestream

[happy74827]

Butterflies

[Harvey Specter x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: You know you’re screwed when you feel them fluttering in your chest {GIF Creds: jeysuso}.

WC: 717

Category: Fluff

For all my Harvey lovers out there, I made a cute fluffy quickie (I’m seeing a lot of my fics being swarmed with love so why not add to it 🤗)

『••✎••』

It happened over a bottle of bourbon. A spilled bottle, actually. But a bottle of bourbon nonetheless, and that is important to note.

You didn’t mean to spill the alcohol all over your date, but he had made some comment about how you shouldn't be wearing a dress with a plunging neckline, so you just… happened to tip the entire thing over him.

The man was furious, of course, but he left pretty quickly after that. And you were left with a mess on the floor and a waiter hovering at the side, asking if you wanted another bottle.

You told him no. You just wanted to go home.

You didn't want a new date; you didn't want to sit at this stupid table with the stupid white tablecloth, the stupid, gaudy candlesticks, or the stupid waiter with the stupid, expectant look on his face.

"Miss?"

"No, thank you," you say, a little more firmly, gathering up your things and leaving as much cash as you can on the table. If you were smart, you'd have brought an umbrella, but you're not smart, so you'll just get drenched like an idiot.

But, fortunately for you, the person calling your name knew you well enough to know you weren’t that smart.

Before a drop of water could even hit your hair, a tall, dark figure steps out in front of you and blocks the downpour. Some might consider this a gentlemanly action, but you knew the man, and he was hardly ever gentle.

"You're welcome," Harvey says, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"You're a pain," you reply, but you're grateful for the cover.

"And you're dateless. So, I see two options: we can have dinner and a drink back at my place, or we can do dinner and a drink back at mine."

You can't help but laugh. "Did you use this on Scottie? I see why she left. That line was bad."

"You're not going to ask how I knew you were here?"

"Nope. You probably had Louis stalk me."

"Don't talk about the puppy like that."

"So you did have him stalk me!"

"I prefer the term 'make sure you were alright,'" Harvey replies, and he holds out his arm to you. "Guy was a douche. Let me buy you dessert to make up for it. And I don’t mean in the biblical sense, although that can be arranged, too, if you'd like."

"Harvey, you’re such—"

You turned to him, ready to tell him exactly what you thought of him, but the words died when you met his eyes. Those same eyes that allured you into taking his offer at Pearson Hardman. The same eyes that made you agree to work with him on the case despite your better judgment.

In a flash, you saw the whole thing: your first meeting, the cases, the laughs, the looks, the touches. And now, the moment.

When you were younger, the term butterflies had never really made sense to you. The idea of feeling them in your stomach seemed ridiculous, and yet, there you were, feeling them for the very first time.

They were all fluttering around inside of you, and all you could think was, "Oh, no."

And as if the universe had heard you, it suddenly stopped raining, and you both stood there in the middle of the street, the moon casting a warm light on your faces.

Harvey noticed it, too, and his expression softened. His usual cockiness was replaced with a gentle concern. "You okay?"

You nodded, biting your lip. "Yeah."

Harvey reached up and brushed a strand of hair away from your face, his hand lingering a moment longer than it needed to. He gave you that signature grin and asked, "You look like a velvet cake kind of girl. Am I right?"

He was right.

Goddamnit, he was right.

And as he swaddled you in his coat to keep you warm as you both went back inside, the anger and confusion you felt earlier melted into a quiet, warm glow.

Date night had not gone according to plan, but when his lips met yours and your hands slid through his soft, brown hair, you realized that, perhaps, sometimes, it was good to deviate from the plan.

The butterflies seemed to agree.

[dailytomlinson]

undefined

Louis spilling his water bottle - 15.05

[blouisparadise]

Today we have the fourth part of our hurt/comfort rec list for you! There are tons of amazing fics on this list that we hope you'll show some love to. If you missed the previous parts, you can find part one here, part two here, and part three here. If you enjoy our rec lists, please be sure to like and reblog this post to help spread the word. Happy reading!

1) Wanna Feel the Edges Start to Burn | Explicit | 6,111 words

Harry gives him a gentle smile. “Feeling a little bit better?” Louis nods tentatively. “I think so yeah. Thank you so much for being so kind, but you really didn’t need to do this.” He lifts his unfortunately still shaky hand and runs it haphazardly through his hair. “It was just a spilled tea, I totally overreacted. I’m a bit embarrassed to be honest.” Harry scoffs. “Are you kidding me? Don’t be. I saw the whole thing, that guy was way out of line. You didn’t do anything wrong.” Louis gives him what he’s sure is a watery smile. “Erm thank you. I wouldn’t normally admit this to a stranger, but you’ve already seen me cry today so what the hell?” He forces himself to let out a weak laugh. “The thing is, my period is due any day now and sometimes the birth control pills make my emotions go a little haywire. I think that’s what happened.”

2) To Love Without Reason | Explicit | 8,894 words

“Come on in, soldier,” Louis pats Harry’s chest and walks away, leaving Harry to follow behind. Harry stands in the living room, looking around at Louis’ dwelling. Family pictures placed high on a shelf, certificates of Louis’ practice, and other trinkets that make Harry entirely too nostalgic. “I have to warn you,” Louis says as he puts the kettle on, the water droplets from his hair trickling down the golden skin of his back. “The door jams if you lock it so you'll have to leave it ajar.” Harry acknowledges with a soft hum, too entranced by Louis’ glistening skin to form a coherent reply.

3) Wanna Do Nothing With You | Explicit | 9,606 words

The accident happens in the stupidest way possible. One minute Louis is demonstrating a skateboard trick he’d just learned for Lottie, the next he’s waking up in a hospital. He’s told that he wasn’t unconscious the entire ride, but he has absolutely no recollection of it. One second he’s fucking around in his own garden and the next he’s being assaulted with the strong sterile scent of a hospital. So. There’s that.

4) Let Me Be Your Good Night | Explicit | 10,520 words

Louis goes on a shit Valentines date and Harry's the cute waiter who takes him home

5) For The Love Of Biscuits | Mature | 16,574 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

The thing about hybrids is that their animal instincts make them jumpy. And quite often lends them to being owned. Harry Styles wasn't looking to purchase a half-breed. But sometimes things just happen. And owning a fox/human hybrid was something that happened.

6) Works Like A Charm | Explicit | 18,088 words

Ever since Louis joined the team in fifth year, a few facts have become set in stone. One: Louis is the best chaser in Hogwarts. Two: Harry is the best beater in Hogwarts. Three: They do not get along. So it’s really unfair of Liam to think that forcing them to spend time together as Louis recovers from his injury will make them the best of friends. The last thing Louis would do is get along with that git.

7) Soup Of The Day | Explicit | 19,958 words

It had been the single minded goal for them since college and seemed simple enough. 1. Study hard. 2. Open their dream restaurant. 3. Take the culinary world by storm. What could possibly go wrong?

8) Under The Rain Or Under The Snow | Explicit | 20,667 words

Christmas AU where they broke up a month ago but Harry shows up at Louis’ childhood home for the holidays. Louis didn’t tell his mum about their breakup so staying with them is not ideal. Harry stays.

9) Heart Eyes | Explicit | 21,467 words

Harry is a dedicated sentinel with a strong aversion to demons, and Louis is the lovesick incubus who will go to any lengths to win Harry's heart.

10) It Was All By Design (‘Cause I’m A Mastermind) | Explicit | 21,986 words

“You can’t be serious. You think I would be so awful to work for - you would rather quit?” “Don’t be all high and mighty about it,” Harry scoffs. “Surely you would do the same.” “I’m not being high and mighty. It’s called being professional.” “Really?” Harry pushes. “You’d work diligently under me with no complaints? You’d do whatever I asked of you?” “That would be my job, so yeah.” Harry shakes his head. “I’d work you so fucking hard,” he says slowly, “that you’d have to quit.”

11) Thrown To The Wolves | Explicit | 21,681 words

Louis is a human living in the Styles' wolf pack who can't stop getting into trouble, and Harry is the soon-to-be alpha who thinks keeping Louis at arm's length is the safest option.

12) Letters To June | Mature | 41,150 words

It's 1915, Europe is in the middle of the Great War. Omega Louis decides to join the Letter Home Project to become someone’s penfriend. Through this he meets a lovely soldier who hasn't got anyone else to send a letter to. Along with his letter, comes a picture of the most handsome alpha Louis has ever seen.

13) Catch Me If I Fall | Explicit | 47,099 words

Lovers when on the stage but bitter rivals as soon as they step off, Harry and Louis have butted heads from the moment they first met. Locked in a stalemate that they hope to ride out until graduation, things take a turn when Harry learns that Louis is hiding a secret.

14) As We Are | Explicit | 48,268 words

Louis doesn't think much when he's asked to meet up with the alpha of the pack two hours from his own - he figures it's business as usual. But Harry Styles is anything but usual.

15) Once Burnt, Twice Shy | Explicit | 52,644 words

Louis and Harry are polar opposites in every way. Where Louis is a bestselling author from the city, Harry is a small-town firefighter who’s never left his home. Where Louis is spontaneous and spirited, Harry is introverted and calm, never straying from routine. When an ill-fated accident and an exceptionally intelligent tabby bring them together, they are forced to confront their pasts and forge a better beginning for themselves. Will sparks fly, or will it all go up in flames?

16) Of Lost Things | Explicit | 57,890 words

Louis comes with a familiarity Harry has never felt with anyone else before. After their fateful meeting, their chemistry became undeniable, and soon after, Harry had felt like he hit the jackpot when it came to finding the person he would spend the rest of his life with. But all relationships come with their own unique problems, and Harry soon realizes that their relationship is no different. When their problems go from unordinary to nearly bizarre in nature, he takes it upon himself to find an answer to their troubles. What he stumbles upon are terrifying coincidences between his and Louis’ story, and the ill-fated mythological couple, Orpheus and Eury. But it’s all they are; just coincidences, ones that feel as frighteningly familiar as Louis. Except… what if none of this is a coincidence? What if everything Harry has always seen as fiction is true, and myth—or rather, history, is about to repeat itself?

17) Sink Into Your Sunlight | Explicit | 79,562 words

In the grand scheme of things Louis did believe in love, what he didn’t believe was that he would ever find it in his life time for himself. Low and behold he would find it with someone he didn’t anticipate, now it was just a matter of having it work out the way he dreamed of.

18) Invisible String | Explicit | 84,726 words

Louis swears on his life that that man came out of literal nowhere and he thanks each lucky star for having good breaks in his car. This strange alpha also happens to be the most beautiful being Louis has laid his eyes on. For some unknown reason, the omega feels safe around the alpha. It might seem strange, but you can't always explain why or how things are the way they are. All you can really be sure of is that they happen for a reason. There's a higher power (call it what you want) that knows better and definitely knows more than you do.

19) Wind Beneath My Wings | Explicit | 93,131 words

As an omega carer that works at a rescue and rehabilitation centre for feral alphas and omegas, Louis has experienced all sides of ferality. So Harry- a cold, near mute, non-receptive alpha- was a challenging case for everyone at Phoenix Rehab Centre. Louis wasn’t expecting to feel drawn towards an aloof Harry, or to form a slow bond with him. He certainly was not expecting for his entire life to change in unforeseen ways.

20) You Were My Because | Explicit | 109,089 words

Note: Please be sure to read the tags and any warnings.

Louis has battled the demons of his past for years now and has little hope of finding happiness for himself. Especially now that a school reunion is taking place and the memories of his school days are suddenly coming back with full force. But after rain always comes sunshine, in Louis’ case in the form of his old schoolmate Harry. A story about healing, friendship, finding trust and love.

21) Drops of Jupiter | Mature | 121,826 words

In a small, sleepy town ruled by prejudice, Louis Tomlinson runs his grandmothers shop for the occult. He finds comfort in his tarot cards, his friends, and a dog that he doesn't have room for. He thought the worst he'd have to deal with would be bigotry, until a new sheriff arrives with a headstrong little girl that's impossible not to fall in love with. But what happens when a string of break-ins leads to a brutal attack, and the towns' darling is murdered right under their Sunday hats? A murder that just so happens to bear the same modus operandi as similar homicides in neighbouring states. Has the killer been circling Virginia, or is he a local of Lavender Hills? And what will Louis do when the charming Sheriff Styles starts to suspect him of such a heinous crime?

22) Sewn Into You | Explicit | 167,485 words | Sequel

Harry Styles thinks soulmates are a fairytale, or in other words-a lie. He has no interest in entertaining anything that has anything to do with the very name that had been etched along his collarbone since his eighteenth birthday. Louis Tomlinson won't be answering to another alpha for the rest of his life if he can help it. Fuck happy endings, his soul mate can choke on it. Problem is, Harry needs a personal assistant to save his family's business, Louis needs the cash to officially move off of his childhood best-friend's couch. They can manage. Surely, nothing will go wrong.

Check out our other fic rec lists by category here and by title here.

[louistomlinsoncouk]

Louis spilling water on stage in Montevideo, Uruguay (via romolivera's Instagram story) - 15/5

[obsessedwithtoomanythings]

MUD

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of a suspect attempting to drown reader (she's a cop) but it is not detailed. Love confessions. RE2 Leon being as precious as always.

Words: 320ish

Author’s Note: Day 5! I struggled with this prompt for a bit to be honest.

MUD - soft, sticky matter resulting from the mixing of earth and water.

Your pants are crusty, dried mud sticking to your jeans from mid-calf downward. The clean tile floors below your feet mock you with their cleanliness, and suddenly the dried earth on your arms and face begins to itch, begging your nails to relieve the annoying sensation.

“Y/N! Are you okay?” Leon’s voice crosses the office clearly, Lieutenant Branagh chuckles audibly next to you as you turn to see the rookie crossing the room with a far more concerned pace than he usually uses.

“I’m fine, Kennedy. It wasn’t a big deal,” you lie, the water still burning your lungs as you speak. The hospital cleared you, but it doesn’t stop the rising anxiety that bubbles in your throat like the chilly lake water had.

“Since when are you and the rookie on a first-name basis?” Branagh mumbles before quickly entertaining himself on the other side of the office.

“Are you okay? Louis said the suspect tried to drown you?” He asks again, worry practically dripping from his words. You take a moment. Are you actually okay?

“No. I’m not okay.” The words are whispered, so quiet that it’s a miracle that even Leon heard them. He looks at you, the corner of his mouth turning up in a reassuring smile before he speaks.

“How about I come over tonight? We can get take-out and watch a movie or something?” You nod, but the words spill from your lips before you can stop them, tears flooding your eyes as the fear becomes palpable on your face.

“I was so scared that I was gonna die…” Leon wraps his arms around your shoulder, pulling you into his chest. Thump thump thump of his heartbeat in your ears, reminding you of how alive you still are. “I was worried I would never be able to tell you…”

“Tell me what?” His chin moves against the top of your head as he holds you.

“That I’m in love with you.”

[themultifandomgal]

From 2010- The Brit Awards 2013 Highlights

2013

Part 28

Nervously I sit down in my seat straightening my dress as I do. I sit between Zayn and Liam because Harry and I aren’t allowed to sit next to each other according to management

“You ok?” Zayn asks me as I take a sip of water with shaking hands

“Yeah just… nervous I guess”

“How’s your headache?” Harry asks from across the table

“Not great. I know it’s going to kill after tonight. I’ve got some more paracetamol in my bag if I need it”

“Just make sure you definitely have your in ears in. Even if you can’t hear us or yourself” Niall says

“But then I’ll sound terrible”

“Na we’ll keep you in time done worry” Louis says giving me a smile

“Welcome to the 2013 Brit Awards” the announcement starts and we all go quiet.

“Now look who I’ve found over here at this table, One Direction. How are we guys?” James Corden asks sitting in between Zayn and Louis

“Very well very excited” Louis replies into the microphone James is holding

“Now last year we had a chat and the next day you were going to play in America for the first time. Your now the biggest band in the world. You’ve had 2 consecutive number ones in America alone. Is it a bit much to take in?”

‘Yes imagine having many teens looking up to you as a role model and having the media pick out ever flaw and having haters online who have never met you spill nothing but lies and hate towards you and on top of that all of your friendships and romances are public so you never get a break’ is what I would like to say, but James holds the microphone to Zayn who says

“Erm yeah it’s massively overwhelming and we can’t thank our fans enough. They’re the people who got us to where we are so we owe it all to them”

“Now your performing later on tonight. Your performing your comic relief single which is currently, did you know it’s currently number one in 63 countries. I don’t even know if I can name 63 countries. Niall can you?”

“No” he replies shaking his head

“Your going back on tour right? YN when does that kick off”

“We start tour literally this weekend here at the O2 and we’re really excited”

The boys are in jeans and leather jackets while I’m in tight leather trousers and a cute white top. Music for One Way Or Another (Teenage Kicks) starts and we practically jump on stage

“One way or another I’m gonna find ya. I’m gonna get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya. One way, or another, I'm gonna win ya I'm gonna get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya” Harry starts the song glancing over at me before giving me a little nod

“One way, or another, I'm gonna see ya. I'm gonna meet ya, meet ya, meet ya, meet ya. One day, maybe next week. I'm gonna meet ya, I'm gonna meet ya, I'll meet ya” I sing. Thankfully I can hear perfectly fine but the lights aren’t doing anything for my headache at all. I walk down the stairs slowly, but since the boys get down the stairs quicker than me Harry runs back up and takes my hand to make sure I don’t slip while singing

“I wanna hold you wanna hold you right” I take the higher harmony again not helping my head at all. During rehearsals I’ve been told to prolong a high note which I haven’t done yet because of my headache and nausea

“I get teenage kicks right through the night” thankfully I am able to hold the note causing Harry, Louis and Niall group hug me and jump around the stage

“Brit Awards 2013 make some noise for YN!” Liam shouts. At the end of the song Harry once again helps me up the stairs before we are dropped back down.

“And the winner of the global success award is my 5 little brothers and little sister One Direction!” Robby Williams says into the microphone on stage. We all stand up from our seats and hug one another before heading on the stage

“This is really is mind blowing” Louis says taking the microphone from Robbin and holding the award “we have have to start off by thanking our incredible fans. They have been just been unbelievable and we wouldn’t be here today without them”

“This is absolutely amazing thank you so much. I just want to say thank you to our record label and Sony and Syco” Harry and I both give each other other a look when Liam mentions Syco “and to modest our management” I look down at my feet making sure I don’t eye roll. I know Liam has to say this to keep the peace but I really wouldn’t be thanking them “also our parents are in the house tonight so I just want to say thank you to all of them. Thank you so much!”

[watermelonsugacry]

remember when harry had the stomach flu, and kept on running offstage to vomit? how do you think 1d!reader would’ve reacted? part of me thinks she’d try to remain professional onstage, but the other part of me thinks she’d probably run off after him to try and help

Like when she sees him run off stage the first time, she doesn't really think much of it. She knows that running off stage to empty his stomach is a natural response to him being sick on top of having to still do shows.

The second time she sees him run off, it makes her start to feel uneasy herself, her concern and anxiousness starting to creep in. When he returns on stage, he gladly accepts the water bottle she hands him.

"Yeh alright, babe?"

And her nerves don't ease up despite him furrowing his eyebrows as nods reassuringly at her while he chugs half of the bottle.

But by the third time he runs backstage as he clutches his stomach, she's off running after him. The good thing is that it was during the time when Liam was introducing the band so they had some time to spare.

She sees one of the band's PAs holding Harry's microphone while standing next to the porta potties they keep by the stage. She asks the PA if they can go grab the tour nurse and to hurry.

When he exists the portal restroom, YN is shoving two pills in hands and another water bottle. It pains her to see his face pale and eyes woozy.

"M'fine, YN." He softly pushes her hands away.

"Take 'em. M'not askin' yeh." If it were under different circumstances, Harry would take the time to smirk at her stern demeanor, probably tease her about it too. But right now he feels like shit, ready to pass out any second. "We don't have all day, H. Liam's crap at stalling."

So as the two make their way up the stairs on stage, she's somewhat relieved that he swallows the medicine and takes a swing of water without another word.

As Louis and Niall start to wrap up their silly banter on some of the signs fans brought, Harry sees her struggling to open up a granola bar she took from backstage. He wordlessly takes it from her hands, bringing the end to his teeth and rips the packaging open with ease. When he goes to hand it back to her, she pushes it towards him.

"S'for you. Y'tummy's begging for it."

Harry doesn't have time to think about domestic and gooey it makes his insides feel as YN takes care of him because they have to move onto the next song. He knows she's not a lovey dovey type of person like him, so it makes his head swim with thoughts of how their life might be if they were together as he's tucked under the fluffy sheets of his hotel room.

He watches with a fond smile as she slowly shuffles her feet across the room to get to him as she holds a steaming bowl of chicken soup, careful not to spill it. She delicately places it on the tray table above his lap before handing him another two tablets.

He can't help but wonder if she'd do this for the other boys, too. If she would a night out on the city to stay and help nurse them to health again. Or would make them chicken soup and watch the cheesy rom coms she despised with them. Or after cleaning up and putting away their tray, she would climb under the covers with him.

"Hey, hey, no, M'contagious."

"Yeh act like you didn't do the same when I had the stomach flu. Come 'ere."

He's a little taken back by the way she beckon's him over--knowing she doesn't favor a cuddle--but he wastes no time scooting close to her side so his head rests close to her chest. Her arm is bent and sits above his head on the pillow, resting her temple on her fist while the other comes up to run her fingers through his hair. He sighs out contently before his breathing eventually evens out.

MASTERLIST

Taglist:

@wobblymug @be-with-me-so-happily @ashtongivesmebutterflies @kiwiskiwiskiwi @darlingdesire @obsesseddd @hopefulwastelandcreation @cacapeepee @breezie-b00 @harrysfolklore @theekyliepage @sunshinemoonsposts @nervousspiderling @tbslonelyhes @tenaciousperfectionunknown @harrystylesrecs @certified-nalayak @itsjustsel @iknowyouthinkimbulletproof @gviosca @behindmygreyeyes @twobluejeans @allisonxmcu @theemeraldbutterfly @jean-love @marvellover-sam @b-reads-things @reveriehs @rach2602 @thurhomish @perrypughstyles  

[shreddedleopard]

Okay I saw this on a post on my recommended and decided to nick it because dhdjsjdjdjs THIS IS SO GOOOOD.

“put ur Spotify on shuffle and write down the first lyric of the first ten songs that come on, post the poem that results” (character playlist edition)

(Okay I tweaked slightly for some to include first two lines so it makes more sense but UM)

• William James Moriarty edition:

Time to put my medal on

Whose blood to spill?

Sick thoughts

We might just be unkind

Double, double, double

Down

I thought I saw the devil this morning

Looking in the mirror

Regrets collect like old friends

When I was a boy, I didn’t care ‘bout a thing

I can’t forget what we’ve been through now

Murder lives forever and so does war

This is the end, hold your breath and

Count to ten

A dozen crows and then some on the

Rhododendrons.

• Louis James Moriarty edition:

Draw the cat eyes sharp enough to kill a man

All my friends are heathens, take it slow

I’m in the rafters looking down

Are you insane like me?

Be careful making wishes in the dark

Our coming of age has come and gone

I don’t even know myself at all

I’ll make it through the rainy days

I’ll be the one who stands here longer than the rest

To carry on for you

(Screaming thanks for those last two Spotify??)

• Sherliam Edition: (I got carried away shutup)

Remember those walls I built?

Well baby they’re tumbling down

Wise men say, only fools rush in

These are the moments that mean the most

Feeling you closing in, brushing against my skin

I’m giving you a night call to tell you how I feel

Once upon a time, the planets and the fates and all the stars aligned

I wasn’t jealous before we met

I’ll sing it one last time for you

What would I do without your smart mouth.

Sun is gleaming on the water, nothing but the after in our gaze.

(Again WTF I am deceased)

Gonna tag a bunch of people because I adore this, feel free to ignore or if you’re not tagged you wanna jump in, please please do!

@xokiddo @hergan416 @user-needs-new-hyperfixation @methpring @alabaster-moon @tachikoma-x @memento-yuumori anyone else I missed I’m so sorry I suck remembering tumblr usernames LOL but join in!

[tangerinequeen19]

The Twisty Spritzy: A Louis Tomlinson Drama in Four Acts for @sunshineandlyrics [alternate angle]

[louisupdates]

Louis Tomlinson spilling water, FITFWT24: Montevideo [15.5.2024] 📸 romolivera IG story

[harrrrrryyyy]

The Bartender’s Kinda Hot h.s. (Part 3)

Warning: smut, swearing

Word Count: 1,843

Part One

Part Two

Part Four

I woke up the next morning to an empty bed. I quickly get out of bed and throw on Harry’s shirt from the night before. I walk down the steps to see Harry standing in front of the stove, making food. 

“Whatcha making me?” I ask as I sit down on one of the stools by his counter.

He hands me a plate with waffles and bacon, “hope you’re hungry.”

“Always,” I commented before digging in.

“So tell me about yourself?” he says sitting down next to me.

“What do you wanna know?” I ask.

“Anything and everything,” he replies.

I finish chewing on the piece of bacon, “my name’s y/n l/n, I’m an editor at a small publishing company up town, I don’t normally do these kinds of things.”

His eyes bore into me, “Harry Styles, I’m a bartender, as you know, I moved here from Holmes Chapel to pursue my dream of music, and I, too, don’t normally do these kinds of things.”

Once we finished up our food and getting to know each other, I learned that Harry has a sister named Gemma. He moved from England a little under three years ago to pursue his music career, but ended up bartending at the club to help his friend, Louis out. 

He shows me where his shower is, and I quickly remove his shirt over my head and hop into the hot water. 

“Do you need anything else?” he asks.

“No, I should be good, thank you, Harold.” he laughs at my remark and closes the bathroom door. While I’m in the middle of rubbing conditioner in my hair, I hear the shower door open and turn around to see Harry naked in front of me. His eyes rake my body up and down with his eyes before stepping closer to me to get under the water. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he states. 

“You’re not so bad yourself,” I joke.

He laughs, “oh yeah? Is that right?” he grabs ahold of me suddenly and places his lips on mine. I smile against his lips as I kiss him back.

His hand makes its way down my body and in between my legs. I gasp as his finger makes contact with my still extremely sensitive center.

“Harr-” I start.

“What? You can’t handle it?” He challenges me.

I pull away from him and look him dead in the eye before taking his hardening length in my hand. 

“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” I say as I get down on my knees and take him in my mouth. I hollow my cheeks around him and bop my head up and down.

“Dear God,” he says aloud.

I release him from my mouth with a pop, “not God, just me.” 

“You’re an asshole,” he laughs, he quickly lifts me up by my thighs and inserts himself inside of me, starting off with a vigorous pace.

“This is mine,” he groans into my ear as he pins me up against the shower wall. 

“All yours,” I moan as I tug on his hair.

His pace quickens as I connect our lips together. He has me completely pinned and unable to move, so I just sit there and take it. 

“Right there,” I moan as he hits that special spot inside of me. 

“Right there, baby?” he growls as he hits it repeatedly. 

“Fuck, fuck,” I yell out when I feel myself come closer and closer to the peak. 

“Gonna cum for me?” he asks.

I nod uncontrollably, causing him to pick up the pace even more.

“Good girl,” he says, tipping me over the edge. When he feels me tighten around him, he goes in even deeper than before, spilling himself inside of me. He sets me down and we finish up showering. 

“I could never get used to that,” I tell him.

“Trust me, I know how you feel.” he smiles and places one last kiss on my lips before exiting the bathroom. 

I finish getting dressed and exit the bathroom myself, and throw my shoes on.

“Text me when you get home,” Harry says before planting another kiss on my lips.

I nod and exit his apartment. As soon as I hop on the elevator, I click on Allie’s contact name and give her a call.

“Hello?” she answers.

“I’m fucked,” I tell her.

“Why?” she asks, “Harry?”

I sigh, “Al, I’m so into him, it’s ridiculous.”

“Bitch!” she exclaims, “yes, I love that for you. Are you with him now?”

“No, I just left, wanna meet me for lunch? I’ll tell you all about it,” I tell her.

She agrees and we hang up the phone.

***

“I’m sorry, I’m not seeing the issue here,” she points out, “Harry’s a super hot guy who’s made it super obvious that he’s into you. Why the hell are you freaking out?” 

I roll my eyes, “a lot of guys are super into you at first. Besides, I don’t do the whole relationship thing, not since Jake.” 

“Fuck Jake. Harry’s not ‘a lot of other guys’,” she says. 

I shrug, “I don’t know, Al.” 

Before she can respond, I feel my phone vibrate. I look at the caller ID and see that it’s Harry. 

“Is that Harry?” she asks, peeking over my shoulder, “bitch don’t just sit there and stare, answer it!” 

She quickly grabs my phone from my hand and hits the “accept” button. 

“Hello, Harry!” she answers. 

“y/n? You mean the one who’s super into you, y/n?” she asks. 

My eyes go wide and I try to grab my phone back from her grasp. She swats my hand away. 

“Oh, no, she’d love to go on a date with you, Harry!” she says to him, “yep, yep, alright, she’ll be there! Okay, bye!” 

She hangs up and hands me back my phone, “you have a date with Harry tomorrow night. He said to dress nicely.” 

“What the fuck was that?” I ask. 

“Take initiative, y/n, you want the hot British guy, go get the hot British guy!” she says.

***

I groan as I try on the fifth dress of the night. 

“I don’t know, Al, I look like shit, maybe I should just reschedule,” I told her over Facetime. 

“Bitch, if you cancel, we will no longer be on speaking terms,” she jokes, “stop worrying so much, you look hot in all of them!” 

I look at her on my phone screen, “I’m nervous.”

“Don’t be nervous, the guy’s already been in your guts how many times?” she laughs.

I chuckle, “you’re right, but him asking me on a date makes it feel almost real.” 

“Listen, you’re beautiful. Harry thinks you’re beautiful, so just go on this date with him and be yourself. He’s already seriously into you,” she encourages, “and wear the red dress, he won’t be able to keep his hands off of you!” 

My eyes quickly land on the red dress that’s currently hung up in my closet. I walk over and grab it, “you’re absolutely right.” 

I put the dress over my body and admire how it looks in the mirror.

“Yes bitch!” Allie says excitedly, “you’re gonna get some dick tonight.” 

I finish up with my hair and make up and check myself over in the mirror one more time.

“Chef’s kiss,” Allie exclaims. 

“Couldn’t have done it without ya,” I tell her as there’s a knock on the door, “he’s here.” 

“Go have fun, get some good dick, tell me all about it tomorrow!” I quickly hang up and walk over to the door, calming myself down before answering it. 

I open the door up to see Harry looking absolutely breathtaking. 

“You look stunning,” he comments, holding his arm out for me. 

“So do you,” I say, taking his arm.

***

Harry takes me to one of the fanciest restaurants I’ve ever been to in my life.

“Holy shit,” I exclaim as we wait to be seated.

“Never been here before?” he asks.

I laugh, “the fanciest restaurant I’ve been to is Red Lobster, so what does that tell you?” 

He laughs at my response, “well this definitely is no Red Lobster.” 

We’re quickly seated in one of the VIP booths.

“Who’s dick did you have to suck to get this?” I ask, half-joking.

He chuckles, “the managers, and I didn’t have to suck anything, I gave him a quick handy in the bathroom.” 

I laugh out loud, “whatever works.” 

“So what kind of music do you like?” he asks.

I laugh nervously, “I like a lot of different stuff. Tom Petty is one of my all time favorites.”

“Oh a woman with taste, I like that,” he states looking deep into my eyes, “I love Tom Petty too. I’m a huge fan of Fleetwood Mac, too. My dream is to one day play right beside Stevie Nicks.”

I smile, “that’d be amazing. You should play something for me sometime.” 

His eyes light up at the mention of it, “absolutely.” 

Our food finally arrives and I quickly dig into my steak.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he exclaims. 

I look up at him as I chew on the medium rare steak I currently have shoved in my mouth. The gleam in his eyes as he watches me makes me feel even more nervous. 

“I’d bend you over this table right now if there weren’t people here,” he states. 

I swallow my food, “give them a show.” 

“Jesus fuck, where have you been all my life?” he growls slowly so only I can hear him.

***

“Thank you, I had a really great time,” I tell Harry as he walks me back to my apartment.

“So did I, babe.” he smiled at me and intertwined our fingers. I quickly unlock my door and pull Harry inside with me, placing my lips on his. He slams the door shut and I start unbuttoning his shirt. I rip it off his body and he helps me take off my dress.

“Dress looks so much fucking better on the floor,” he says as his eyes look over my body before placing his lips back on mine. I lead him over to the couch and push him down onto it before straddling him. I smash my lips against his again as I grind myself down on his bulge. 

We’re interrupted by his phone ringing. He pulls away and answers his phone, “hello?”

“What?!” he yells. 

I take that as my queue to climb off of him. He argues with whoever is on the phone before quickly hanging up. 

“Is everything okay?” I ask.

“I’m sorry, I have to go,” he says.

“I-uh-okay,” I say blankly. 

He throws his shirt back on, “I’m sorry, I’ll text you.” He kisses my cheek before exiting my apartment. 

I quickly sigh and walk to my room to change into pajamas. I can’t help but wonder who was on the other line. Whoever it was, must’ve really said something to really set him off. I lay down in bed and drift off to sleep.

[itsnotreal]

annoying any other surrounding friends/teammates with their consistent arguing PLEASE

“Okay, but that’s actually stupid.” Louis said with a roll of his eyes.

“That’s—?” Harry fish-mouthed. “How? Explain how that’s stupid?”

“Why would you use a paper towel to clean up the spilled water?” He opened a drawer in the kitchen and pulled out a cloth. “We have perfectly good hand towels.”

“It was convenient, Lewis.” Harry scoffed, threw the sopping wet paper towel at the other man, smirked when he had to dodge it. “Excuse me for not wanting to ruin Zayn’s laptop.”

“Well, you’re so environmentally friendly. Figured it would—.”

“Can you two shut up?” Niall interrupted, voice loud and exasperated.

Harry threw his hands up, “I didn’t even—.”

“We don’t care.” Liam interrupted this time much to Harry and Louis— from the quick glance they exchanged— surprise. “You two are constantly at each others’ throats. Either fuck or stay away from each other.”

Harry was at a loss for words so he just blinked a few times eyebrows scrunched in confusion. What? He didn’t want to fu—.

“I mean I’m down if you’re down.” Louis spoke up suddenly, thumb pointed towards the hallway.

“What?” Harry screamed.

Louis’ shrugged easily.

[1d1195]

Therapy II

Part I

Warnings: 18+ content mentioned

“Do you even know any single guys?” She said knowingly. “I’m not doing this to mean, I honestly thought the idea of you finding your own date would be the death of you...”

So naturally she thought of the one date that would be the death of her. She muted her phone as her friend rambled.

“Harry,” she said breathlessly. He looked up at her with a grin and was about to ask her what was going on, but she continued hurriedly before her friend got suspicious. “I need you to be my date to my friend’s birthday dinner. Everyone is bringing a date and she’s about to set me up with someone I don’t even—”

“Sure, kitten,” he said sweetly without even missing a beat and then just looked back at his book. “Just write it on the calendar,” he told her. Then flipped the page.

*

Would you mind if I came and grabbed something to eat? Or you can bring it to me if you don’t mind. I just don’t want to bother you and your friends. The text message read.

Harry got up from the couch with his friends as they watched the game with intense gazes, they hardly noticed Harry had gotten up. I’ll bring it to you. He didn’t want his friends to see her and get any ideas. He needed to slowly introduce her. So, they didn’t drool over her. Plus, if she was still half naked, he would definitely start a fight over her. He grabbed the Tupperware from the fridge labeled Friday. She was really good at meal prepping and all that, so he heated it in the microwave.

“That smells good, you’re holding out on the good stuff, Harry?” Niall called over his shoulder not moving his eyes from the screen.

“S’not mine. S’not for you either,” he smirked.

“Oooh, is it for kitten,” Louis chuckled. They had heard about her since he moved in. “She on her way home?” He asked.

He wouldn’t lie to his friends. “Uh...no. She’s in her room.”

There wasn’t much that could pull Niall and Louis away from a football game. “Well, are you going to introduce us?” Niall wondered. This was the one thing that could pull them away. Harry had told them all about his sweet kitten and how she was going to be the death of him. They were anxious to meet her.

“No,” he said simply. He grabbed a water bottle from the fridge, the heated food from the microwave and he started down the hall for her room. He could hear them following. He stopped and turned. “Please don’t scare her,” he said and eyed them both. “I like living here.” They were smiling mischievously ready to ask her a hundred questions. They looked at each other.

“Scare her?” Louis questioned.

“We would never!” Niall continued.

Harry sighed. “Kitten,” he knocked on her door. “M’friends want to meet you.”

“Uh...” he heard a tiny clatter—the sound of her book hitting the floor. Niall and Louis waited impatiently behind Harry. Niall was grinning like a madman and Louis was rocking back and forth on his feet. They looked like children who just played a prank on their sibling. Not grown adults with real jobs that were about to meet their friend’s roommate.

A roommate so utterly pretty and lovely that his heart just twisted to think about not being near her after only a month of knowing her. “Just a second,” he could hear the rustle of her making her bed again and she was straightening. It seemed silly to do all that for his friends. But she was so good about being perfect. It made his heart flutter as he waited patiently. She pulled the door out of the way.

“M’sorry,” Harry said immediately and then he was shoved out of the way doing everything he could to keep her food from spilling all over the floor.

“Whoa,” Niall said simply. He was drinking her in. Harry wanted to kill him.

“Kitten, a pleasure to meet you!” Louis said quickly sticking his hand out to take hers and then kissed her knuckles. “We’ve heard so much about you. I simply cannot wait to have these brownies Harry won’t shut up about,” he said.

“M’very interested in the cupcakes, m’self,” Niall said and ducked his head to kiss her on the cheek. “Harry said you have a secret ingredient, and you won’t tell him,” he said.

She giggled cutely and Harry waited patiently to the side of the door while his friends ogled over his roommate. He felt awkward. With the exception of covering her, he tried to stay out of her room. There was one time with a spider, and a picture that needed hanging, but it was strictly business. “That’s right,” she said. “It’s nice to meet you both,” she said sweetly. “I offered to bake something, but Harry said no,” she explained.

They turned to him and looked utterly betrayed. “You denied her baking and us the products?” Louis asked.

“She doesn’t—”

“Kitten, if you ever want to bake something for me, do not let Harry stop you,” Niall said resting a hand on her shoulder. “He’s an idiot.”

She grinned. “I-I can still make something,” she said looking at Harry a bit nervously. She didn’t want to say the wrong thing, but she really would still bake something for them. Harry knew she would. He wasn’t denying her. He just really wanted to not bother her and take advantage of her kindness.

“No,” he said definitively. She was too much for him and he wanted to protect her. Even if she didn’t really need protecting from his friends. “Y’need to eat.”

“Oh yes, right,” Louis took the food from Harry’s hands. “The reason we’re in here. This smelled really good too, next time you make it, you should make extra,” he told her handing it to her with a wink. Niall took the water bottle from Harry and placed it beside her as well. He patted her head sweetly. Harry wanted to kill them.

“There ya go, kitten,” Niall smiled impishly and sat beside her on the bed. Harry really wanted to kill him.

“She’ll actually make y’some, don’t tease her about it,” Harry chided.

“S’pretty easy to make,” she told Louis and looked at Harry. “I don’t mind.” He rolled his eyes from the doorway—mad that his friends were invading her personal space while he felt like he couldn’t. “I can make something after I eat,” she said sweetly again.

“Y’don’t have to, kitten,” Harry said folding his arms over his chest.

“Stop denying her the pleasure of baking,” Niall said shaking his head. He looked right at her. “He’s so inconsiderate,” he rolled his eyes.

“The worst,” she said taking a bite of her food with a sweet grin and winked at Harry. He rolled his eyes but the wink in his direction melted another piece of his heart. He softened at her sarcastic joke and sighed heavily. He wasn’t going to win against his two best friends and the sweet girl he adored so much.

“Okay, well, we’ll let y’eat in peace,” he said, and he grabbed Louis by the shoulder as he ran his fingers over her books on the shelf. “D’you mind?” he grumbled pulling him from the shelf.

“She’s way too smart for you, Harold,” he told her knowingly. She giggled in response, but Harry swore he saw her cheeks pink at Louis’ assessment.

“Enough, Louis,” he said shoving him out of her room before he got any more ideas put in Harry’s head that would never be. They were just roommates...that was it. “Niall, pretty sure I heard a goal,” he said knowingly.

“Sorry, kitten, that’s my cue,” he said pecking her on the cheek again and then following Louis back to the living room. Jealousy coursed through his veins because while he had no problem pecking her with a kiss and being a bit affectionate—he wanted to be the only one to do that too her. It was irrational and stupid to feel that way.

“M’sorry,” Harry repeated shyly looking at her from the doorway.

“That was cute,” she giggled around another bite of food. “I like them,” she said sweetly. Of course she did. They were Harry’s friends. “I can make brownies,” she said.

He rolled his eyes and shrugged. “I wouldn’t want to deny you of anything you want to do,” he said knowingly. She giggled cutely again. Harry loved that giggle. He would put it on a record if he could.

“I’ll be out in a bit...and not for nothing, Harry: my friends will be way worse when they meet you,” she said sighing heavily.

He smirked. He was grateful she understood that was annoying and hard to watch. “Can’t wait,” which was definitely, not a lie.

He closed her door so she could eat in peace without hooligans bothering her. He returned to the living room ready for the onslaught of questions. “She’s an absolute smoke show,” Niall whispered peering down the hall just in case she was listening.

“Shut up,” Harry practically growled. He agreed with him in some ways...but that wasn’t how he would say it. She was stunning, beautiful, alluring, captivating, he could go on. Smoke show sounded so juvenile compared to her beauty.

“No wonder y’don’t come out anymore,” Louis smirked. “I wouldn’t either if she was around,” he said wiggling his eyebrows at his friend.

“Seriously, shut it,” he repeated.

“We’re not going to take her from you, Harold,” Niall rolled his eyes. “Would be easy, but we won’t.” Harry bristled with annoyance but ignored his taunt if only because he knew both were happily taken. “No wonder you didn’t want us to meet her. She’s hot as hell.” They didn’t even know she was so much more than that.

“She’s not just hot,” he grumbled.

Louis smiled at his friend and winked at Niall. “Course not, Harry. She’s so sweet. We’re just teasing you. Take your time with her. We just like her, is all.”

And Harry was glad his friends liked her. “Y’won’t tell the others that she’s pretty, will you?” He asked them shyly.

Niall cheered as his team scored again. “No...that’s something they’ll need to see in person.”

“We’ll tell them she looks like a troll,” Louis promised with a grin. Harry glared at him and was about to tell him something mean when the object of all his affection appeared from her room and entered the kitchen.

“Do you want walnuts or anything in the brownies?” She asked putting her dish in the sink. Niall and Louis both looked at her and then turned to Harry. They stared at him with a knowing smirk. The same one on both their faces. They knew he was done for it was only a matter of time. So did Harry.

“Kitten, you are the sweetest,” Louis said simply.

*

Another month passed before Harry met her friends.

“Just ask him, he probably gets asked all the time!” It wasn’t her voice. He was barely awake having just woken from his coma nap. This was the last week before his vacation started. The one he so desperately needed, and he could feel it in every nerve of his body. It felt lame to start with a three-hour nap in the middle of the day, but he needed it. She warned him of her friends coming over.

“That is precisely why I will not ask him. He works all day. M’not gonna have him work when he gets home.”

“I bet he could get you to cum faster than anyone,” he heard the second voice say.

“When’s the last time you had an orgasm that your vibrator didn’t give you?” She wondered. The silence was deafening. Harry’s heart ached for her. “That’s tragic,” she said. It really was. “I want to give you one,” she said. Harry couldn’t argue with that either.

“Oh my God,” she said simply. “Why did I even invite you guys over?”

“We were supposed to meet Harry!” The other voice cried.

“He’s asleep,” she said. “He’s had a long week,” she said knowingly.

“Let’s go look at him!”

“You’re a fucking creep, no. In fact. Why don’t we go get dinner? You can meet him later.”

“Look, your roommate is chef? Instant food tester. Your roommate is a fashion designer? Free clothes. Yours is a sex therapist. You should be cashing in on free orgasms at least once a day. Maybe even twice. I bet he would love to give you one.” He couldn’t disagree with their assessment. He knew she was probably mortified. But he liked that idea too. Not because it made her uneasy, but because she was adorable, and they were right. He wanted to fuck her senseless, taste her, touch her, finger her, kiss her, breathe every part of her in and then do it again as soon as humanly possible. He wanted to make her feel good because she was stunning and lovely and he doesn’t know who decided in heaven he should meet her, but he would pray every night in thanks.

“It’s harder for some women,” she said knowingly. That was true and Harry would bet all the money he had that she had spent many nights scouring the internet for what was wrong with her. It was something he heard in his office all too frequently. He felt bad she did that. It probably made her apprehensive about having sex in general and he knew that was no way to live. It’s not like her friends were being all that loud, but Harry was on high alert for her as always. Listening to her talk was his favorite thing. Once a week she called her mum and chatted for well over an hour. It was one of his favorite times of the week to eavesdrop on part of the conversation just to listen the melodic voice. She sang in the shower in the morning, and it was by far the best way for Harry to wake up. She was dreamy. Every part of her.

Plus, the chance to learn some inside information about her? He was surely a happy camper.

He needed to make some noise though that he was awake and aware so they wouldn’t find out he was just eavesdropping on a very sensitive topic. He knocked his water bottle off his nightstand, so it clattered loudly. “Shit,” he hissed tiredly faking that he’d been asleep for the last few moments.

“Shit,” she repeated under her breath.

“Oh, thank god,” one of the other girls said quietly. Harry smirked.

“Hey kitten!” He called.

There was the distinct sound of someone smacking someone else and he swore she actually growled. “Hey!” She called back cheerfully.

“You still going out tonight?” He wondered yawning through the question. He always wanted to be an actor. He already knew the answer.

“Yeah...” she sighed. “Uh...my friends are here now, actually. They would like to meet you before we go if you’re...not busy,” she grumbled at the end.

He chuckled quietly. “Just a minute,” he said.

“Shut up, just shut up!” She hissed under her breath while Harry fixed himself a bit. “I swear to God...if you scare him off, you’ll be paying the other half of my rent,” she said glaring at her friends. One snickered and sipped the drink she had been milking since she got here waiting to go out. The other held her hands up defensively. She could see Harry coming down the hall before they saw him, and he grinned at her so sweetly it melted her in place. He was too handsome. Too smart. Too perfect. They were going to ruin this. Sleepy Harry was a treasure to behold. His cheeks a little puffy and his eyes were glassy green. He was just so sexy it ached her to the core. “Sorry,” she said quietly to the hallway.

Their bodies snapped to attention and turned to him. They froze in place at the sight of him. “Hi, ladies,” he said gently. “S’nice to meet you,” he said and stepped toward each one to give a hug and peck on the cheek. “Sorry, m’a bit affectionate,” he said sheepishly in greeting. She knew that all too well and it still made her utterly jealous of her friends to be the ones receiving Harry’s hugs. He was so warm and lovely. She knew it wasn’t fair, but it was Harry.

As he turned to her second friend the other looked back at her and her jaw dropped. Oh my God, she mouthed at her. She rolled her eyes and blew a breath out in exasperation. “We’re going to dinner and then maybe get some drinks after,” she said again reminding them of the plan and they would not be monopolizing Harry’s time.

“Sounds like a nice night, I’ll be here if y’need a ride home or something,” he said kindly.

“Ooh, we may have to take you up on that. Once she starts drinking it leads to dancing...once she starts dancing, it’s all over,” her friend giggled and the other followed suit.

“A dancer, huh?” He said mischievously eyeing her suspiciously. It melted her like butter on the spot. “Didn’t tell me you enjoyed dancing, kitten,” he remarked. “I have t’see that,” he chuckled.

She shook her head instantly. “You will not. I don’t enjoy it. Alcohol-in-me-me does,” she explained.

He laughed and her friends were in awe of him; nearly speechless thank goodness. “Please tell me there are videos,” he inquired the pair of friends as he leaned against the counter. He smirked at his sweet kitten. She was lovely and he would love to see her dance.

“Oh, Harry. We will definitely make sure there’s a video.”

She wrinkled her nose. “Okay on that note, we should get going.”

“Bye kitten, be careful,” he chuckled as she forcibly shoved her friends toward the door. “Don’t forget the video,” he stage-whispered.

“I heard that,” she grumbled.

“You were supposed to!” He sang.

The door slammed shut. “He’s so hot,” he heard it from behind the closed door.

“Don’t remind me,” she groaned. Harry smirked gathering the things he needed for his dinner tonight. He was grateful she wasn’t immune to him like he previously thought, and he smiled all night thinking of her little intoxicated self, dancing her little heart out. He prayed they remembered the video.

*

It wasn’t too bad at first. She had some food in her system, she had two drinks at dinner. They talked about their jobs, she explained she was doing really well and on track to earn a promotion by the end of the quarter. They only asked ten questions about Harry—she put a limit on the number allowed.

But then they made it to the bar. She never drank in excess so having more than three drinks...that was too much for her. Too much and she was too in love with Harry.

It was a stupid idea to think she could do this and not talk about Harry the entire time. Her friends found it entertaining knowing that she was long overdue for a guy that would treat her right and make her smile the way Harry did.

Drinking was supposed to take her mind off him, but naturally it only amplified the thoughts of green eyes, curly hair, and pink lips that seemed utterly too sinful. She had so many questions for him in her head that her sober mind would never ask. She never got drunk it was a great way for her to lose control of herself and she was terrified of looking stupid.

“I think I love Harry,” she pouted at her friends tossing her head back to get the last bit of her drink down. He was the only thing her brain could comprehend right now. The smile, the voice, the body. He was so smart and so sweet. He was created in a lab. Surely.

“I don’t blame you,” she giggled as she grabbed onto her friend to keep her from stumbling when she tossed her head back to stand straight. “He’s quite taken with you too, I think,” she said knowingly. She looked at her friend in surprise and shook her head hurriedly. There was no way he liked her. She was just his roommate. And he probably had sex appointments with girls that would cum just by him breathing on them.

“There’s no way he likes me,” she grumbled bitterly asking for another drink from the bartender but unbeknownst to her, her friend signaled for it to be a water. She downed that drink as soon as it was in her hand too.

Her other friend had her phone for safe keeping. She saw long before she needed to that the phone was going to get lost...or she was lost...or she would accidentally call Harry and confess her love to him. “Don’t worry. We won’t tell him.” She promised.

*

“Hi, kitten. Having fun?” He asked answering the phone on the second ring when he saw her name pop up on his screen interrupting the music he was listening to while he read. A quiet Friday night.

“Hi Harry,” her friend said with a giggle. “She is very drunk.”

He chuckled standing up immediately, marking the page in his book, shutting off the lights and making his way toward the door to put his shoes on. “Dancing?” He asked, grabbing his keys off the table by the door as he started for the lobby of the apartment building.

“Oh, so much,” she said. “She won’t leave with us. She says you have to get her. Normally we would fight her...drag her into the Uber...but—”

His heart fluttered at the idea she wanted him and no one else. He could only think about how she said his name in her sleep. She must have liked him as much as he liked her. Well...probably only almost. There was no way anyone, in the history of mankind, liked anyone as much as he liked her. “Oh, she’s going t’hate that in the morning,” he chuckled. “Be there soon, just text me the address.”

*

“Harry!” She cheered the second she caught sight of him. The bouncer had barely put a stamp on his hand when she took off running toward him. She was quick for a tipsy thing. Didn’t even stumble. Her friends shook their head at her as she bolted away from them, but they were just grateful she was no longer trying to climb the table. They looked at Harry gratefully as they waved at him.

“Oof,” Harry grunted catching her as she finally made it to him. This was perhaps the best, most sweetest thing he had ever experienced in his entire life. Her body felt so warm against him, and he was aching to hold her like this and while he wished she was sober for it, he would forever thank their alumni association for setting up those profile pages just for the chance to hold her like this. If he wouldn’t worry about her liver for the rest of his life, he would have considered letting her get drunk every day just to have her catapult herself at him every night. “Well, hi,” he chuckled wrapping one arm around her waist and rubbing his free hand up and down her back as she nuzzled her face into his chest.

“I missed you,” she said into his shirt. He would have been okay with the world ending right in that moment if it was the last thing to ever happen to him. If she was the last person to ever speak to him and say those words.

His heart sang and he nodded with the happiest smile on his face. He probably looked utterly smitten and stupidly in love and he didn’t care because he really was. She was so lovely. “Missed you, too, kitten,” he chuckled, and her friends handed off her phone to Harry.

“Good luck, Harry,” she said shaking her head.

“He didn’t see me dancing, right?” She asked nervously turning back to the pair of them. They snorted with laughter shaking their heads. One turned back for the bar.

“Not this time,” he answered with a smirk. “Maybe next time.”

“Oh, you’re taking her out then, if there’s a next time.”

That was fine by Harry.

*

“A date?!” She asked her phone as she tossed her dishes in the sink and looked to the calendar hung on the side of the fridge. In a week she had a date that she didn’t even ask for. A date for her friend’s birthday dinner at some fancy restaurant. “M’sorry, have you met me?” She wondered. Hearing the d-word sent him spiraling because he thought he would implode seeing another man pick her up from their apartment...or worse bring her home. “Well...why do I have to have one? S’just...” She glanced at Harry who hadn’t even moved hearing her words.

“We have one lined up for you,” her friend said.

She gaped. “You...you have one for me?” She asked incredulously.

“You remember him,” and she gave a description of the guy from one of their shared upper-level accounting classes. He was fine. But he wasn’t Harry, and she hadn’t spoken a word to him since their class.

“M’not going with him. Please tell me you didn’t ask him.”

“You have to go with someone!” She said. “Everyone else has a date!”

“Don’t remind me,” she groaned. “Can’t I bring someone I know?” She wondered.

“Do you even know any single guys?” She said knowingly. “I’m not doing this to mean, I honestly thought the idea of you finding your own date would be the death of you...”

So naturally she thought of the one date that would be the death of her. She muted her phone as her friend rambled.

“Harry,” she said breathlessly. He looked up at her with a grin and was about to ask her what was going on, but she continued hurriedly before her friend got suspicious. “I need you to be my date to my friend’s birthday dinner. Everyone is bringing a date and she’s about to set me up with someone I don’t even—”

“Sure, kitten,” he said sweetly without even missing a beat and then just looked back at his book. “Just write it on the calendar,” he told her. Then flipped the page.

She felt tongue-tied as she processed his reply before she finished her explanation. “You will?” She said in surprise. He nodded easily while he continued reading. “Y’don’t have to if you—”

“Kitten, I’d love to, your friend is on the phone,” he reminded her. Truthfully, he wanted to pick her up and spin her around because the idea of being her date sent him to the moon, around the solar system, and all around their apartment. So being short with his response was his only saving grace along with the cover of hiding behind the pages of the book he was now only pretending to read.

“Harry will go with me!” She said quickly into the phone. It was quiet for a moment as she interrupted her friend’s rambling while she thought that over.

“Harry is still single?” She said back in shock.

She sighed heavily. “Yes.”

“For the love of God, will you please fuck him already and get it over with?” she begged. Her face turned bright red, and she turned toward the fridge so Harry wouldn’t see. “You deserve a certified sex therapist orgasm as much as a certified sex therapist date.”

“I am not going to do that.”

“We’ll see...tell Harry he needs a suit. I bet you don’t even last through dinner.”

*

She was wrong. She did last through dinner. But only because Harry had to come straight from work to meet them at the restaurant so he would get there on time. She imagined if they had gotten ready together at home, she might not have made it. She waited outside the restaurant while her friends checked in at the hostess stand when Harry started walking up.

To say he looked like a model would have been an insult to him because he simply should have been on every cover of every fashion magazine on the planet. He looked like a James Bond double, and she desperately wanted to leave the party before it started and somehow find the strength to convince Harry that they should make out for the rest of the night. He was sexy, handsome, and she was floored he agreed to be her date. It took every bit of her strength to keep her jaw from unhinging.

Harry didn’t see her waiting outside yet. He was adjusting his jacket, his hair, his watch, everything before he entered the restaurant hoping he wasn’t late. He wanted to make a good impression on the whole group of friends and wanted to look good for his lovely kitten. When he finally looked up at the entrance he nearly stopped in his tracks. His heart actually skipped a beat and he blinked in surprise as she sent a little wave in his direction.

Breathtaking was an understatement. Angelic was insulting. Beautiful was too mundane. There was literally not a word that described how gorgeous she looked. Her hair flowed in wavy curls around her face making her look like a princess. Her skin glowed in contrast to the bright blue of her dress.

Oh, the dress.

A slit ran up her thigh and he wanted to follow it with his tongue. It hugged every curve of her body so tastefully. Harry wasn’t even an artist, but he felt the need to paint her. He had to remind himself that getting excited to meet the rest of her friends would not be appropriate. He cleared his throat and continued forward.

“Wow, kitten,” he said softly as he made it to her side. He could feel his entire heart melting in his chest, and he knew he wouldn’t make it through the night without telling her his feelings. “You look...” he shook his head. “Captivating,” he decided on. It still was a gross understatement, but it would suffice. He took her hand and brought it to his lips to kiss her knuckles.

She smiled, her cheeks warming at his appraisal. “Captivating, huh?” She asked shyly.

“Extremely. You always are...but...” he murmured looking over her face. She was covered in makeup, and he wanted to say she didn’t need it, but it looked like the most beautiful painting on her face and only enhanced how gorgeous she was...and enhanced how much he adored her. “Gonna upstage the birthday girl,” he smiled knowingly. He kept his hand in hers, used his other hand to trace her palm and fingers with his fingertip.

“You look incredible,” she told him and squeezed his fingers.

“M’not late, am I?” He asked nervously unable to take his eyes off her face.

“No, I just...didn’t want you to have to walk in alone. You’re doing me a huge favor here,” she reminded him. “Another couple is just a few minutes behind...the birthday girl is arriving a bit after that.”

His heart continued to melt at her thoughtfulness as she explained the situation. “Y’didn’t need to wait, kitten,” he said softly. She nodded simply.

“Yeah...I really did,” she said softly and squeezed his fingers again. He knew they must have looked idiotic standing outside the restaurant gazing at each other like lovesick idiots. But it was the best thing that could have happened to him in that moment. “Plus...m’not big on heels and you’re gonna have to make sure I don’t trip walking in there,” she smirked.

He grinned and nodded. “Don’t worry, kitten,” he said softly, placing a secure hand on her lower back as he opened the door for her and ushered her inside. His hand was just above the curve of her dress that extenuated the bum. “I won’t let you fall.”

But she knew it was already a lie.

*

Her friends that had already met him were not surprised he cleaned up nice. The others took to him warmly, the men in the group intrigued by his line of work to say the least. Harry was wonderful, not that this surprised her. She knew she was staring at him and her friends pointed this out by repeatedly taking turns to tap her shin under the table.

Dinner seemed endless.

Harry kept his hand in her lap for the better part of the evening while they weren’t actively eating. Squeezing her fingers as a reminder he was beside her while they chatted with her friends. When she was eating her dessert, Harry had opted for an after-dinner tea and so he let his hand rest on her thigh, letting his thumb stroke careful circles against the fabric of her dress and making her ache to her core further.

But finally, Harry was ushering her to the car, opening her door like the gentleman he was and making sure her dress was all inside before closing the door. He grinned at her as he pulled out of the parking lot making the short trip back to their apartment. They were quiet, and bravely she reached out and put her hand on his thigh rubbing a small circle against his pants. He thought he might crash the car. Instead, he put his fingers through hers and held it there while he made it home.

He held each of the doors as they walked up to their apartment, hand in hand. Again, they were silent but happy. She giggled at him when one of their neighbors asked if she won the beauty pageant and Harry responded “yes, absolutely,” very quickly and enthusiastically.

“I gotta get these heels off,” she said as soon as they were inside. He chuckled at her taking a seat on the couch, untying his shoes and undoing his bowtie while she went to the kitchen to put her leftovers in the fridge and started untangling herself from her strappy heels. Her phone started vibrating. The birthday girl—must have forgotten something or needed some picture ASAP.

“Yes?” she said tapping the speaker button as she started with the second strap of her shoe.

“Please tell me you’re going to beg Harry to fuck you now that you spent the entire night eye-banging him,” she said.

“Oh my God,” she choked out in shock. Her fingers locked her phone as she attempted to tap every button her screen desperately trying to hang up. She fell to the floor in a mess of her shoes, purse, her leftover bag tipping, her phone...her stupid phone. She was shaking trying to stop her friend from revealing any more secrets.

“You deserve an actual orgasm, my friend--,” she said knowingly.

“Shut up, shut up, shut up!” She hissed at the phone.

“Especially from a sex therapist! He even looked like he was ready to give you one at the table in front of everyone.” She finally managed to hang up her phone and promptly threw it across from her seat to the dining room. She pressed her hands to her face and tried to quell the emotion in her throat before she threw up or cried or both. She refused to look up. If she looked up, she was afraid Harry would laugh at her or make fun of her...or worse...reject her.

He cleared his throat after a moment. “Kitten,” he said softly. She shook her head trying to not hear him. She wanted to die right there. How embarrassing.

“She’s—” she could hardly breathe.

“Kitten,” he whispered again kneeling beside her. He grabbed her food and set it flat for the moment.

“Harry,” she croaked embarrassedly. “I’m...” her lips were moving trying to figure out what to say to make this moment less horrible.

“Kitten,” he said firmly, and he tilted her chin up so she would look at him. “M’gonna kiss you, now,” he told her rubbing his thumb over her lower lip. Her breath caught in her throat, and she didn’t trust her voice at all, so she just nodded.

As good as Harry looked, he tasted even better.

His lips moved over hers so expertly she knew she would be done for if she asked him what her friend suggested. He was gentle but firm and of course the ache between her legs was amplified by her need to taste him for as long as possible.

He pulled away briefly looking to get her shoe off and he pulled her to her feet. She was only standing a moment before he somehow managed to weave his arm through the slit of her dress, drape it away from her body so he could scoop her up and place her on the counter. He settled his waist between her hips and cupped the sides of her face before he kissed her deeply again. She wound her legs around his waist and wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him closer to her pulling him in with her legs.

“Bedroom?” He asked. She nodded, still unsure of her voice. “Hey kitten?” He wondered between kisses as he carried her down the hall to her room.

“Yeah?” She asked nervously.

“You don’t have to beg,” he said impishly. She wrinkled her nose at him and smacked him against the chest as he placed her on the bed carefully. He chuckled at her which caused her to giggle. “I’ve been dying t’give you an orgasm since I move in.”

“Just kiss me again, Harry,” she said.

“Anything you want, kitten.”

[monstersinthecosmos]

September 20, 1973

So dark that his eyes hurt. Aching deep in his head as he tries to see something, see anything, but the blackness swallows him. His teeth chatter as he tries to look, but it just suffocates him. It permeates everything, everywhere it can get into his body, and he wants to cover his ears but he keeps thinking he won’t have the space to move his arms.

Like Louis. Stuck in that coffin. Walled in. And if he can just pretend it’s his own coffin, just for the night…

But no, no. Not a coffin. He knows it’s not a coffin, and has the bravery to move his body. Reaching a hand out into the blackness, and he can’t see it in front of his face. He covers his ears, like it will keep all the darkness out, and curls up tighter on the floor. 

Squeezes his eyes shut.

He keeps remembering things. And he knows he’s dreaming, because he doesn’t think he’s that same Daniel anymore. Watching it like it’s someone else’s life. 

Watching the draft with his best friend, Ray, and look on his face when his birthday came up. Ray’s sister had rushed out of the room in tears. 

The first time he kissed a guy, and how terrifying it had been.

Driving over the Bay Bridge when he moved to San Francisco and seeing the skyline.

He never regretted moving there. Even in the panic of his first days, all by himself. But he sees it now like the first in a series of events, dragging him closer to doom. He wants to scream at the boy in the vision, tell him to turn back, pick anywhere else.

Eyes snap open, but it’s still dark. He shakes on the ground. 

He can’t decide if he regrets it now. Maybe he’d rather know.

Water drips somewhere. Steady rhythm. The walls crush around him, like a vice, and he shakes as he tries to make himself small. Squeezing himself in, tighter, tighter, and he wonders how long he’ll be in the coffin in the wall, how long can he go without hunting, if he’s truly immortal. 

Can vampires lose their minds? Can they recover afterwards?

But, no. No. He shakes his head. Everything is stiff but he finds the courage to reach his hands out again. Not in a coffin. 

Not a vampire.

He’s got the worst headache he’s ever had in his life. 

Dehydrated, surely. He doesn’t know how much time has passed, too dark to tell. But he’s thirsty. Too anxious to be hungry, but his mouth is so dry. Head throbbing every time he moves. And when he touches his neck he feels the sting of an open wound. Not the one Louis left. A new one.

The floor is cold and damp. Gritty concrete. He feels around himself. Crawls tentatively on hands and knees until he gets to the wall, suddenly unsure which way is up. He tries to sit up, presses his back against the wall, trying to feel something tangible. 

He remembers the worst moments of his life—the draft, the blowout fight he had with his father a few months ago, the death of his first pet—but can’t remember how he got to this room. He presses his palms to his eyes, even in the dark, as it if will help. 

Think, Molloy.

The house. The tapes. And he saw a face.

And then…

He’d fallen on the floor, he knows that. He knows he said the name Armand.

But there’s nothing else. Aching black void in his head, as painful as the room he’s in. 

Pressure wells up in his chest. Dehydrated, but his eyes are burning. He wipes his face, sniffling, hiccuping as he tries to hold the sobs inside. 

He could choke like this.

Darkness swallows his voice as it spills out. And he claps his hand over his mouth, because he feels the darkness shoving its way inside, any space it can fill. His mouth, and down his throat. Too dehydrated to be crying like this, and he should calm down, but the tears are flowing. On his cheeks, into his hands. Nose running and he tries to hold the noises inside, keep the darkness out, but he’s shaking all over and can’t control it. 

“Danny, I’m really scared,” Ray said that night. After his family had turned the TV off and gone up to bed. Daniel can hear the voice, as if it’s here in the room with him. So close, against his ear, and he can’t see in the dark to know if he’s alone. 

They’d gone outside. Sat way at the back of the yard by the fence, away from where the kitchen light had spilled out into the grass. An unlit joint was in Daniel’s hand, because he wasn’t sure if smoking would make it any better. Probably not, looking back. And Ray hadn’t pushed for it, but Daniel had it ready. Just in case.

“I just have this real bad feeling,” he said. Sniffling, in the dark. Not like this darkness, not so suffocating. But Daniel couldn’t make out his face. They’d never cried in front of each other before. The shadows allowed for privacy as Ray's voice shook.

They’d called Daniel’s birthday, too, but he was too young this year. Still, the date popping up made him feel so unwell. Ray’s had been called already, and his parents were arguing, so no one noticed and Daniel kept it to himself.

“I just feel like I’m not gonna make it home,” Ray said, stuttering around it. 

Daniel hears it all again, in the dark. And the damp of the floor could be the damp of the grass outside. 

Something tickles on the back of his neck and he shouts, pushes away from the wall. A bug or something, and he’s hyperventilating in the middle of the room, crawling away from it. Rubbing at his skin, tugging his shirt away from his body. Darkness everywhere, crushing in.

Ray had been right. 

Daniel had seen the military car drive up to Ray’s house, two doors down from his own, and saw them  approach the door. It took a few hours for the gossip to make it to his mother, but Daniel just knew by then. He had a bad feeling, too.

They’d never recovered Ray’s body. Witnesses knew he’d been blown up. Nothing left to send home. 

And now here, in this darkness. Suffocating. Crying and crying and he worries he won’t ever be able to stop.

We're both dead, aren't we?

And you didn’t make it home, either. 

[previous day] | [next day]