#niall horan romance

[horansqueen]

Dating For Dummies

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AU. Opal Mayberry has tried blind dates, dating apps, and speed dating to find her soulmate with no good result. Niall Horan has tried pretty much the same without much more success. With all the bizarre, creepy and incompatible persons they meet, they’re both tempted to give up on love, but after a bottle of wine and a long discussion, they start thinking that maybe they were the problem, and that they’re too dumb for dating. That’s when they decide to make a list of what they individually want and need on a first date to try and find the very right person for them, this time. Unfortunately, things rarely go as planned and they will both realize that feelings can’t be controlled, and that despite our best efforts, we can't change others to make them into what we want them to be. Most of the time, the solution is right in front of you but you can't see it, and when all else fails, the key will always be to follow your heart.

notes:

*coming sept. 23rd, 2023 *story will be updated every saturday *romance, comedy & smut story

[harryxmarvel]

Broken trust

Summary - Y/n overhears harry calling her annoying

Pairing - Harrystyles x reader!y/n

W.c - 1.5k

Warning - Angst

A/n - First try writing angst

Y/n always felt like she was too much. Even before dating harry.But he told her it was fine to be herself around him.

She was loud, carefree, blunt and sometimes clingy and she knew that.

She knew she was and she tried to keep it at bay. Besides harry had told her that he liked how she was. He liked her character and that's what made her as her.

So she was herself when she was with him and he loved her for it but maybe it does get too much sometimes?

Probably.

So when y/n heard harry talk to a friend about how clingy and loud she could be. How he wished he could take a break from her sometimes. It broke her. She felt her heart rip into two when she heard him say those things to his friend without knowing she was hearing it all.

He had said everything she wished she wasn't but was and she thought Harry had accepted that this was her and loved her for it but maybe not.

With a crushed heart she went back downstairs, silently going back to placing the dishes she prepared for him. Now she had doubts about everything she was doing.

Was her preparing his favourite dish annoying too?

What else did he find annoying?

Did he hate it when she cuddled him?

Did he like the way she laughed?

Did he still love her?

She was staring off somewhere when harry walked down and hugged her from behind bringing her back to reality.

He placed a gentle kiss on her neck his strong arms wrapped tightly around her.

"what's for dinner, baby?" He asks still kissing her neck.

She didn't reply tho, not when she was trying to figure out if he was faking being sweet. Would he say all those things to her face?

Her ex-boyfriends have told her cruel things when they broke it off. It took her months to get over but when she met Harry everything changed and she accepted that this was her and the right person will love her for her. He made sure to help her realise that.

But now everything was coming back and she couldn't help but feel overwhelmed because she knew what came after. He was going to break up with her. The thought alone sent a chill down her spine as she unglued herself from harry and went to the dinning table.

They sat in silence and harry immediately knew something was wrong. She was never quite ,always talking about anything that was on her mind.

"what's wrong baby?" He sweetly asks his green eyes filled with worry meeting hers but she quickly looks down at her untouched plate of food.

"nothing" she murmured afraid if she talked any louder he'd find it annoying.

Harry stood up from his seat and walked near her and lifted her chin with his fingers looking at her eyes to see them "What's going on?" He asks worry in his voice.

She didn't reply , pushed herself away from him and walked to their shared bedroom. The tears were gonna burst any minute and she didn't want him to see her but before she could close the door he was behind her.

She turns around ready to scream at him but the tears finally leave her eyes and fall down her cheeks. Harry was stunned and he immediately walks towards her to hug her only she fights it and tries to push him off and he realises maybe he had something to do with this. Did he make her cry? What had he done?

"Babe, can you please talk to me? Did I do something? Did I make you cry? Please love" he begs eyes filled with worry as he watches her move away from him.

She didn't answer him, her throat tight as she tried to catch her breath. Harry tried to comfort her from distance and it seemed to calm her down. She was sat on the floor leaning against the wall near their bed.

Harry sat on the opposing wall patiently waiting for her to say what was wrong without knowing it was all his fault. Y/n never cried, if something made her sad she voiced it but she never shed a tear in front of him not even when he was teary eyed watching some sad romcom with a sad ending so it shocked him to see her fall apart infront of him and he didn't even know why.

" I'm sorry" she says and harry immediately moved closer to her and wraps his arms around her pulling her to his chest.

Harry rubs her shoulders and after she had calmed down a bit she pushes herself away from harry and he looks

"I....heard.. y...your call?" Y/n says but it comes out as a question her eyes are filled with tears again as she remembers his words.

"what call...." Harry stops mid sentence as realisation hits him like a train and y/n could read every emotion on his face. Confused to realisation soon turned to one of sad and worried.

"Babe....I di" but before he could lie and take it back y/n cuts him off

"No! no, don't do this. You wouldn't have said that if you didn't mean it."

Harry's eyes start to gloss over at the realisation of how bad this could go. He had messed up big time and now as his brain tries to find something to not mess it up further y/n packs a bag and while he scrambles to his feet to beg her to stay.

"Y/n , baby... Please don't do this. I didn't mean it. I just have been in so much pressure with the tours, interviews and the next album. I'm so sorry. I really am I'm sorry. I love you...." Harry's was scared and y/n could see it but she knew how much her leaving right now was going to hurt him she had to do it because he had wrecked her heart with his words and she needed time away to recover from that.

"H. I just need some time... I'm sorry too. I know I could be too much sometimes but I never thought I would make you feel like you have to handle that side of me but that is me and if you hate that then I can't be with you." Y/n says tears steaming down her face and harry wasn't any better he was losing the love of his life because he couldn't keep his mouth shut. He really was stressed but he still shouldn't have said it and now he is going to face the consequences. Will she come back?? His mind keeps asking him.

The truth was they both didn't know the answer to that.

*

It had been a week and harry had called and texted everyday leaving voicemails apologizing and even sending flowers to her apartment. Y/n was glad he stopped there and didn't show up at her door because she would cave but she still needed time to think and move forward about this. She hadn't replied to his texts or calls but she soon had to soon.

But y/n didn't need to as she bumbs into harry at the cafe they both regulars and he smiles at her and pulls her into a hug taking a deep inhale of her hair and mumbling "I miss you" as they break the hug a little too soon for his liking.

"join me please?" Harry asks eyes begging her as y/n nods her head silently in agreement . They both take a seat at one of the corner booths , the windows were tinted so they would be perfectly fine there. Harry orders y/n's usual coffee and they sit in silence. Harry trying to catch her eyes but she was looking down at the table avoiding him.

"Y/n .....I didn't mean what I said. I love you for who you are please don't forget that. I can give you reasons but that won't get us anywhere, I'm really sorry i shouldn't have said those words and especially not to someone. I really am sorry y/n. Forgive me please?' harry asks expectantly.

" I get it harry, I just .... You could have told me you know. Just let me know when I become overbearing - no let me talk." She cuts him off when he tries to interject. "The words doesn't hurt , it's hurts me to know you said it behind my back. I told you about my ex but now it feels like you did the same thing just not to my face which feels even worse " y/n says eyes getting glossy again as she blinks to get rid of the tears and harry gulps before nodding his head as he waits for her to tell the words. Tell him she didn't want him anymore.

"I'm sorry, i was feeling stressed out and I should have just told you. I really am sorry" he says and she wraps her hands in his gently.

"I do forgive you though but I need sometime to process this and to trust you again" y/n says in a low voice and harry nods his head again understandingly.

Harry agreed to have sometime apart and they moved on from there. They would go on dates and eventually Y/n started to trust harry again and he made sure she knew just how much he loved her.

[tillthetaxmancomes]

I need Niall Horan and Mikey Way to have a cook off

[mikeysgerard]

The feminine urge to go to bed and write fanfictions about your otp in your head until you fall asleep

[gerardwayslesbianlovr]

i think the one direction to mcr stan pipeline needs to be studied

[goldenminutes]

being a fan of both mcr and 1d is stressful bc yes mcr5 is real and yes there will be a 1d reunion and no i’m definitely not delusional

[niallsgoldhoop]

thinking about putting this story here instead of wattpad…

a fake dating/age gap/work romance story that would have like 20 parts maybe?

what are your thoughts?

[slutfortbsl]

“touch has a memory.”

[anitaradix]

Believe in yourself and all that you are. Know that there is something inside you that is greater than any obstacle." - Christian D. Larson

Stay positive, work hard, make it happen

[came-like-a-postcard]

which direction...

CHAPTER TWO

warnings: smut (oral (f-recieving), p in v, idk all the specifics lmao sorry those are like the two biggies), raging british accent

author's note: hey hey! so this is the second chapter of which direction, and ngl it was a toughie to write lol. I've really only dabbled in writing smut before, so I'll just apologize in advance lol. I wrote this chapter and tried to make all the descriptions as like wattpad-2015-help-my-mom-sold-me-to-one-direction as I could, so I hope that mission at least was achieved 🫡

hope it fulfills your cheesiest fantasies!!

🫶, C

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“Are you alright, love?” He spoke, as he helped me find my footing. I couldn’t even respond, I was too distracted by the fact that he had a raging British accent.

“Love, can you hear me?” He spoke again – this time louder, this time more British.

“Yes!” I rushedly exclaimed, “Yes, I can hear you perfectly fine- sorry! I was just..um I was…I was distracted.”

“Distracted?” He asked as a coy smirk began to show with the upturn of half his grin.

I felt the burn of my cheeks as I could only imagine the blood rushing into my face, turning me a bright tomato red I’m sure. It was embarrassing to say the least.

Here I was, swooning in the arms of the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen, with his arms still around me, his hands still providing stability to my delicate figure. His arms relaxed around my waist as his fingers gave a whispered touch to the small of my back, the break in my outfit, my naked, exposed skin against the softness of his fingertips. This man clearly knew how to moisturize.

“Might I ask what’s distracting you?” He says, speaking just loud enough over the club’s music. I could still barely hear him over the pounding of my heart, beating louder than the club’s electrifying emphasis on the music’s bass that was practically shaking the whole building.

His hands retreated from my skin, returning to either side of his body, with one taking place in the pocket of his clearly expensive suit jacket. I craved for the soft tingles of his touch to return as soon as possible.

Well…um…you, actually.” I admitted. It was one of those drunken thoughts that just slips out, my lack of sobriety equivalent to a flowing river lacking a dam, ready to flood the town at a minute’s notice. I could spend the whole night telling Harry how damn gorgeous he is.

As if my wishes had been willed to life, Harry’s free hand fell to my hip, the other mirroring the movement immediately, moving slowly, moving sensually from my hip to my waist to the cheeky plush of my ass and back again.

“Yeah?” He muttered with the smirk on his perfectly pink lips softening to match a gaze of pure lust.

“Yeah…” I repeated, almost shaky with my tone. My legs felt weak and my knees were practically trembling. I could feel the heat that had begun to burn in my core, the wetness that began to build in my most pleasurable crevice. His hands settled at my waist, suddenly pulling me closer to him, like an open invitation for what the night could bring.

“Well there’s an easy solution to that, love.”

***

The Uber was full of tantalizing touches and promiscuous threats of just what would go down when we arrived at Harry’s rental house.

“I’m in town on business with four co-workers.” He explained. “They won’t mind, right?” I asked back – as if I would’ve cared anyways. Frankly, I would’ve let this man take me right there in the bar with everyone watching. I’m sure he would’ve done it too.

“Don’t worry darling, Niall and Liam are probably passed out already and Louis is likely too busy getting high to even notice.”

“I thought you said you had four roommates that you’re here with?” I asked with a slight tilt in my tone.

“I do – Zayn is in and out. He’s in Japan at the moment. We tend to be in one place for six to seven months for our work.”

“Ahh. Got it.” I said, finding comfort in his assurance. Not that I needed it. My confidence was higher than ever and I was ready to get back out there with a bang.

***

The front door was red. Or at least I think it was. I was too busy with Harry’s tongue gaining entry into my mouth in a kiss that quite literally was taking my breath away – my legs hooked around his waist and his hands spread on my ass to carry me over the threshold and through the main room of the house before we entered a room that surely must’ve been his.

He moaned into the kiss before breaking back to set me down on the bed, his hands moving to the dainty clasp on the back of my top. Not even hesitating, he pulled at the silver fabric with one strong pull, ripping the strapless top off my torso. I hadn’t worn any kind of bra underneath so suddenly, my nipples met the brisk air of his room as my back arched towards Harry and my head fell back, the unraveled curls of my raven-colored hair falling back gracefully.

“You’re gorgeous.” Harry said aloud.

I smiled at him.

“You too.”

He smirked before pushing me back on the bed and kissing on my left breast, occasionally nipping at my supple skin or my sensitive bud. His lips traveled into the valley between my breasts as his large hand found a home stimulating my right breast, with his other hand tracing down my body towards the wetness that had accumulated, barely held back by the thong I’d chosen for the evening.

His fingers found the zipper on the side of my skirt and he effortlessly unzipped and tugged the material off of my legs. His eyes fell to meet the sheer lace of my lingerie, as a look of prideful lust fell across his face.

“All this for me, love?” He said in the most taunting of tones.

I gave him a grin worthy of the devil, letting out a sultry giggle.

“You and only you, baby.”

You would’ve thought that Harry ate women out for a living, because the man got straight into it, immediately parting my folds with the tip of his tongue. Not missing a beat, he maneuvered my thighs to rest atop his shoulders, the slick dew of sweat forming where my bare skin met the fabric of his t-shirt.

I felt the burning pleasure build up in the depths of my body, getting bigger, better, closer to the first of what I could only imagine would be the first of many orgasms throughout the night.

“Fuck love, you taste so good.” Harry said in between breaths before diving right back in. He knew I was close. He had to. I was whimpering like crazy, barely able to keep any noise in. If this man was this good with his mouth, I could only imagine what it’d be like when his cock came into play.

The pleasure coursing through my body had met it’s max, and I felt the entrance to my slit contracting in sensationally stimulating pulses as the climax of my orgasm seeped out of my being and right into the warmth of Harry’s mouth.

This man was a god and eating pussy was his most dangerous weapon.

Harry looked up to meet my gaze, grinning like he was the devil himself.

“Not bad, huh?” He said in a sneeringly confident whisper, rising to stand tall before me. I shifted to sit up slightly, leaning back on my elbows as the man before brought his hands to the hem of his t-shirt, pulling it over his head in one swift motion. As the fabric uncovered his body, every inch of Harry’s deliciously glistening torso was revealed to my eyes. It was like being bathed in the presence of a Greek god.

“Tad hot in here, isn’t it, Love?” He said, smirking.

I sat up, moving my hands to the brass buckle

of his leather belt, in the most sultry of motions undoing it.

“Let me make you feel good.” I told him, practically begging.

I’d begun to unzip his jeans as his fingers met my chin, bringing my gaze up so I was forced to look him in the eye once more.

“Darling, I’d love nothing more than to give you a taste of me, but right now, all I want is to get inside of you, to really feel you.”

This was insane. This was unbelievable.

As he reached for a condom from the folds of his wallet, all I could think about was the fact that I was right here, right now, in the hands of who could only be the sexiest man alive.

He’s British. He has washboard abs. He-

Harry’s pants fell to swarm around his ankles, revealing the godly sized bulge covered by the cloth of his tight boxers.

Of fucking course, he’s got a big dick.

My ex was four and a half inches. My high school boyfriend was six. Harry was bigger than I’d ever seen, bigger than I’d ever had.

His gorgeously tanned hands pushed the boxers down, revealing the immaculate, ultimate prophet of his masculinity, inch by inch. This man was easily eight inches long, with a girth that I knew would just destroy me. I suddenly lost all intention of walking out of this room in the morning.

He’d barely yet entered me before I could already feel the burn, like a wildfire blazing through a forest. Harry’s hands reached out to tuck the loose strands of my soft hair behind the nooks of my ears, then fell to brush my supple breasts – squeezing ever so gently at the mammary tissue, as I let out a soft, yearning moan. One hand held my waist as the other gently pushed me down to lay back on the bed.

Harry’s lips met mine once more as he gracefully moved my body further back on the bed, my thighs perfectly encompassing his hips as we both felt the elephant in the room between us. His hand reached down to grasp his penis, rubbing the red, red tip at my entrance, applying just the slightest of pressure.

“Please Harry….I need you in me.”

“Whatever you say, darling.”

And that was when euphoria hit. Every inch of him entered me, pushing deeper, further, stretching me out more than I’d ever been before. This is what heaven felt like, it just had to be. I felt his hips rock back, him almost entirely exiting me, before a hard thrust once again rendered the pleasure that would fill me with each and every thrust he gave.

This couldn’t be real. This pleasure was far too good to even exist in the cruel world surrounding us. How could wars be so brutal, people be so evil, when pleasure could be so delicate, so enticing yet so immaculately, irreplaceably perfect?

Harry’s thrusts stayed constant, strong, and determined as his soul diving into mine lifted me higher, closer to my next climax of the night.

“Fuck me Harry.”

“Already doing that, love.” He said between ragged grunts. “Never fucked as pussy this devine, darling. You’re so tight for me”

“You’re just so big- fuck. Never had anyone as big as you.”

Harry grinned at that and I could practically feel the energy in his thrusts gain on me, hitting deeper, ramming my g-spot with everything he had. I let out a moan that his neighbors simply had to have heard.

“Fuck, angel baby. Louder for me.”

Of course this fucker would be hot for vocal girls.

“Darling, I’m so close right now. I want to come with you, are you there?”

He couldn’t have asked at any better time, as I was on the brink of glory.

“I’m right there baby, right there with you.”

It was that moment where my core exploded with more passion than I’d ever felt before. I could feel the thick milk of his seed fill me with warmth. His thrusts got slow, sloppy as his face was almost painful with pleasure.

He pulled out of me to plop down beside me on the bed.

“That was incredible. Are you hungry?”

[niallsdaya]

on a night like tonight is literally poetry

[cc-horan28]

I FINALLY HAVE THE COVER MADE Y'ALL

I plan to have the first chapter up by Saturday (Sunday at best)

I'll post it here and on Wattpad! same user id 🤗

I don't wanna reveal a lot as of yet but...

It's a grumpy x sunshine fic. (he's not the grump hehe)

Oh also, i made this using AI and can I just say it's so fckn scary like 😭I asked it to put some guinness on the table and it did it so accurately istg its so scary. but anyways can't wait for y'all to read it 💕

[harryxmarvel]

Shatter my soul

Summary : Harry has been suffering from an addiction and y/n decides to take time for herself or based on this ask

Pairing: rockstarboyfried!Harry x reader!y/n

Warnings: Angst

A/n: this piece turned so much better than I hoped for.

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When they decided to take time for themselves harry and y/n were in a rough spot with not only their 11 years long relationship but their entire life.

After being falsely accused and getting fired from her dream job, gave up any and all hope y/n had as she came home to her love only to find him passed out in the middle of the living room.

His cocaine addiction was getting out of hand so much that he almost died of overdose saved by y/n who decided to come home early for some reason.He swore to never touch that stuff again but there he was high off his mind as he mumbles incoherently lying on the floor a week later.

The next day after getting him sober y/n decided it was best for them to take a break to figure out themselves and their life as she can't stand by him hurting himself like that. Harry had his issues, stress eating him alive at every wake hour ,he decides it was better if he wasn't in his own mind. The cocaine he could easily get his hands on was just a massive perk for him.

It had been a month and half. Y/n got a job at a restaurant and works as a bartender at night. She moved back to her old appartment after their break up and had been doing well on her own. She missed harry a lot even though their good days were well past months she still loved him, still wanted to help him and show him that she was there for him no matter what. She just wished he was doing better too. After their first week of breakup harry had called her high as he mumbled how much he missed her and promised to be better she just hopes he kept his promise.

It was a month later when y/n was at her favourite arcade bar with her friends. The place was a little loud with drunk men drinking beers and shouting at the screens.

They were seated in a booth after a good round of beers and  fun. She was mindlessly talking with her friend klara when the bartender calls her name.

Y/n walks to the bar and the bartender points to the payphone at the corner of the room.

They still got payphones

Y/n thinks to herself as she brings the phone to her ears. The first thing she hears is a sob which sends her into alert. "Hello?" She questions and the person on the other line replies "Baby, it's me.." he sobs out making y/n quiet as he continues "I'm getting sober. It's the hardest thing I've ever had to do but I'd do anything for you baby. Just want you back, want to love on you like you deserve" he says breathing hard as y/n finds her words.

"I'm so happy to hear that H. That's what I wanted for you." Y/n says a smile breaking on her face as she tries to calm him down but he doesn't he keeps crying which makes y/n a little scared because it would've been really hard for him to be doing this alone.

Y/n should've struck by him, isn't that what their relationship should have meant. She feels incredibly guilty for walking away when things got worse but she did it wishing for the best and maybe it kinda did work out in the end and now all she wanted was to be with him and show him how much she appreciates him doing this for her.

"I'm gonna be there okay? I'm so proud of you baby" y/n says ready to hang up the phone but harry breaths out before she could "No, no i....you can't....I want you to but" y/n cuts him off in worry "what's going on H?"

"I wrote you a letter"he says and the other end is quiet as he continues.

"I wrote it so I could get everything out. I think?" He sounded so unsure his voice raspier than usual. " It should be in your apartment" he adds and y/n says she would read it and come by his place before hanging up the phone.

She bids goodbye to her friends after explaining them about the situation and then waving her off with a concerned look on their face as y/n walks back to her apartment. She goes through all her mail and finds the one harry had sent. Her name and address on the envelope.

She opens it and it had two sheets folded inside it. She didn't know what to expect as she reads through it.

My love,

             Today has been particularly hard without you by my side. My manager has been pressing me for the next album but how could I think about anything but you. It had been 8 weeks since I last heard your voice and I never knew how much it filled my life untill I couldn't hear it anymore and I think maybe that's what made me want to give up the drugs even if it feels like I'm drowning. I'd do it for you.

I still remember the tears in your eyes when you told me about you ex and how mad it made me. I wanted to bury him alive for hurting you like that. I never wanted to infect any kind of pain in you. I swore I never would when I saw the lack of trust in your eyes.

It killed me to see the smile on your face slowly fading away because of me. I wanted to hold you close and tell you I'd be back. We'll get all of the good times we had together back because that was what you deserved. But I couldn't save myself not for me but for you because you are everything i have left. The only person who stood by me through it all and maybe that's what made me realise I was nothing without when you left.

I was always honest with you even when I was out of my mind i tried to explain what I was feeling. I know you blamed yourself that you couldn't help me but this was my own battle and you were the warrior in the front ready to kill anyone even though you didn't have to. You were always there for me and I'm really sorry if I wasn't baby. Because

 You deserve better than that.

You deserve someone who would be there for you.

You deserve someone who would stay true to their promises.

You deserve someone who would stay good for you.

You deserve better than me.

You deserve every happiness in this world.

She is at the end of the page her soul shattered with each word when a knock on the door pulls her out. She has a few tears falling down her cheeks. She wips them off before opening the door to find her close friend klara.

"Hey , what ar-" y/n is cut off as klara bursts "I need to tell you something"

"Oh okay, come on in" y/n opens the door wider to let her in but klara shakes her head as she continues "No, I just need to tell you this....i" she's breathless and y/n patiently waits for her to continue.

"I slept with harry" she says after a few deafening seconds which stretches to minutes after the words are out.

"It was stupid and I was drunk and it just happened. We were both out of our minds and we didn't know what was happening. I'm really sorry y/n. I didn't mean for it to happen. I'm sorry"

Y/n is still as she listens to her ramble. All of y/n's friends hated harry something about him not treating her right while he was the total opposite.  She never knew why that was but to hear her bestfriend had slept with her boyfriend of years cut deep into her poor heart and the stabs just kept coming.

"It happened a few months ago and I couldn't stop myself from going back. I didn't mean for it to happen y/n you have to believe me" klara begs her eyes welled up with tears.

Y/n couldn't stop herself from thinking how much of a fool she was for thinking all those nail marks on his shoulder, love bites on his jaw and chest were from her when she knew it wasn't. The woman's perfumes he used to smell like made her realise it wasn't just Klara. And one thought kept haunting her mind as she stands on her doorway.

Had she really been that delusional ?

A/n: I think I just broke my own heart 😭. Who wants a part 2?

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[onscreenkisses]

I believe, I believe I could die in your kiss No, it doesn't get, doesn't get Better than this

NIALL HORAN (Heaven)

[mikeysgerard]

Shit you guys. Fanfiction is the fucking best thing that ever happened to me. Nothing compares to that feeling after finishing a really bloody fantastic story. Heaven on earth, and all that <3

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