#onedirectionfanfiction

[younghearts-stories]

high noon: chapter nineteen

It was quite funny, actually. All the things you start to notice, start to become more aware of when you're falling in love. Figuring out that you'd do something for someone just because they want to. Or figuring out that you actually don't mind doing the small, otherwise annoying tasks you'd usually put off if you were on your own. That even the most mundane things were actually fun, special even when you were doing them with someone you cared about.

Chapter 19, make me feeling like lightning, is now up!

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[luminescencefics]

you don’t have to go home - a fade in, fade out drabble

Hi all! It’s truly been some time since I’ve last posted, but inspiration strikes in mysterious ways! I’m happy to announce that I’ve been chipping away at the long-awaited Fade finale, but in the meantime, I decided to write a little drabble about our main man Harry. This takes place after the last part of Fade, and exists just before the beginning of the final chapter. I hope you enjoy! x

1,700 words

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December 2019

Sometimes Harry felt sadness so deep he wondered if it was inherited.

It makes him chuckle now, flicking through the years of his privileged life and realizing that while he had everything he could have possibly ever wanted at an arm’s length away, he still felt a soul-shuddering emptiness from deep within.

He wonders why it took him nearly thirty years to realize this. Wonders why he let life pass him by in a state of self-imposed misery. Wonders why the only things that really make him feel alive are paperback books filled with words written from people he can only aspire to be, with the spine bent out of shape and the papers browning from sitting in the sun too long; are long sips of room temperature whiskey after a long day, or refreshing gulps of Greco di Tufo after its been sitting on ice and he’s been working tirelessly under the Tuscan sun.

Or his most favorite thing in the world that Harry wishes he could somehow store permanently underneath his eyelids, so that every time he took reprieve from the world around him, he could escape into one of his own—eyes so blue that they were nearly grey, hidden underneath thick, tangled lashes. Eyes that felt like mirrors most of the time, that never allowed for true emotions to stay concealed. Eyes that always searched for him, wondering if he had changed, wondering why he never told the truth, wondering when he’ll finally be the person he should have been all along.

Harry’s not an artist by any means, but he swears that he could paint Nora Priestley’s eyes by memory alone.

He’s done a lot of self-reflection ever since he left British soil three months prior. He blames most of it on the fact that he drank his way through endless bottles of seven euro wine until his brain was fogged and his tongue felt like lead and his throat begged for any type of liquid that wasn’t produced by grapes—but really, what else was he supposed to do with his time?

At first he did what any sad person would do, walk around aimlessly and blame the world for all of the shitty cards he’d been dealt in his life, drink abundantly and ignore the locals and pray to the gods above that Niall or Piper or Nora or anybody who ever gave a shit about him would appear out of thin air and beg him to come home.

But then he remembers that he left his mobile in his flat and he hasn’t reached out to Niall ever since he landed in Florence and told him not to worry about him. He remembers that grief is a muscle—it needs to be acknowledged first, and then it needs to be worked day in and day out until it’s pliant, until the hurt is ready to disappear and in its place, happiness can begin to grow stronger and stronger, until the grief is nonexistent.

When Harry thinks of pure happiness, he can think of three times in his life when he felt it consume him.

The first is when he first met Nora Priestley.

He saw her before she ever even knew he existed. He remembers sneaking into the Great Hall at Townbridge, the heavy oak door groaning every time he pushed it open further and further, trying his hardest to stay undetected. His eyes scanned the crowd lazily to see if he could spot his friends, and then all at once, they stopped once they noticed sunflower blonde.

Looking back now, Harry’s not even sure what it was about the back of Nora’s head that endeared him so much. Maybe it was the fact that while everybody else was faced front and center, her head was tilted to the left, observing a pair of bluebirds perched on a Red Maple tree through the large windows. Maybe it was the fact that she slouched low in her chair, her fingers nibbling on her nail beds as she blinked once, twice.

Or maybe it was the fact that when her fingers left her mouth and inched towards her ear, tucking a stray piece of yellow hair behind it, allowing Harry to peek at her chipped blue nail polish, he lost control of the heavy door and it slammed shut behind him, causing Headmaster Clayton to stop speaking.

Harry had never been the type to get embarrassed, but he felt it then—redness flushing his cheeks and heat coursing underneath his skin, beginning at the base of his spine and ending at the nape of his neck. But if there’s one thing Harry is good at, it’s camouflaging emotions, and he remembers sliding into the seat next to the distracted blonde girl and acting like the last thirty seconds never happened in the first place.

He could feel her before he had the chance to observe her. Even at fifteen, Harry loved the attention of the opposite sex, and when he felt her gaze through the corner of her eyes, he couldn’t help but feel excited that somebody he had never met before was so obviously checking him out.

It was her laughter that made him feel happy. A gentle sound that came from the back of her throat, shaking her entire body until he couldn’t help but imitate it. He remembers even now the girls in front of them turning around and giving Nora a dirty look, and while every other teenage girl would have been flustered, Nora just laughed harder, biting down on her lip until the skin was white and her teeth nearly punctured it.

The second time Harry felt pure happiness was when he woke up the morning after his twenty-second birthday and saw that Nora had stayed.

He knew the second that his eyes fell onto her sleeping form that he was lucky that she was still there. Because after everything he had done to her, any normal person would have disappeared the moment he fell asleep. But against his better judgment, she was there—close enough that he could breathe her in, feel her breath whistle into the small space between them, smell the remnants of her vanilla shampoo filling the air.

Harry never thought of himself as a romantic. But in that moment, with the sun turning from lapis to indigo to sandstone, filtering through his lofted bedroom and casting a hue on Nora’s sleeping frame, he wondered if that was how people fell in love.

Her hair was a tangled mess around her skull, brown strands falling on her pale face, enmeshing in her eyelashes that were coated with mascara still and sticking to the remaining layer of lipstick smeared on her lips. He could feel her knee bending towards his as she laid on her stomach, her cheek resting on the pillow so that he could watch the sun’s reflections make shapes on her skin.

The thing that made his lips quirk up in a smile was when he noticed their fingertips nearly centimeters apart. Harry couldn’t remember if they fell asleep that way, because he was drunk and she was beautiful and of course he would want to hold her hand, but did she let him? Did she entertain him just because it was his birthday? Did she pity him?

He tried to remember anything from a few hours prior, but he couldn’t. And just as sudden as the sun changed colors at dusk, Harry realized that he didn’t care. Because if Nora wanted to leave, she could have. But she didn’t. And when he looked at her fingers, long slender parts of her body that were reaching out towards him, he didn’t even think twice before wrapping his pinky with her own.

He felt his breath still in his chest after the contact had been made, and when he watched her sigh blissfully in her sleep, her eyes still shut completely, Harry resumed breathing and held her pinky tighter, allowing the warmth of happiness to lull him to sleep.

The third time Harry felt pure happiness was when he and Nora mouthed two words to each other across the chapel at Niall and Piper’s wedding.

Looking back now, Harry isn’t quite sure why this moment out of all of the moments he has shared with Nora Priesley stood out to him. Why the tiny, insignificant exchange of the word ‘Hi’ made his insides burn more so than the hundreds of kisses they shared together, or the times when he got to be inside of her, be on top of her, be surrounded by her.

Maybe it was because it felt forbidden in a way, with their significant others standing besides them. Maybe it was because she had to turn around to see Harry, her chin resting on the point of her shoulder, elongating her neck and nearly causing Harry to lose consciousness. Maybe it was because even though it was out in the open, it felt incredibly intimate—two enemies turned friends turned lovers turned question mark realizing that no matter how much time passes between them, they will always find each other one way or the other.

Harry remembers feeling a magnetic pull towards Nora at that moment. Something that was otherworldly, that somebody from up above perhaps was orchestrating. That they could just find each other in a crowded room, say hello to one another, and somehow everything would be okay. Harry would feel calm and Nora would forget all of the bad things that happened to her and the world just felt right.

But that’s the thing about those moments—they are fleeting.

Harry never appreciated them until long after they were gone, until he was half a world away sitting at an iron-clad table in the middle of a winding cobblestone street, sipping a sweating glass of rosé as he thumbs through his Italian dictionary, reading the words desiderio and brama and perduto and wondering when life got so difficult.

But then the sun changes from sandstone to indigo to lapis, and he remembers that grief is a muscle. He writes those words down in his notebook and turns the page, and looks up nuovo and mutevole and letizia, feeling calm for the first time in what feels like forever.

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[louisrarepairfest]

here with me by haveufoundwhaturlookingfor / @sup3rbloom

Louis has been secretly dating Nick, and things were going so smoothly, but then Nick finds out that he's pregnant and they have no choice but to tell everyone about their relationship.

[Louis/Nick Grimshaw | Teen&Up | 6k]

[henrysteelsmurryme]

thank you, thank you (~3.1k words)

WARNINGS: smut, fellatio, more fellatio

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“My friends and I are thinking of going on a vacation.”

Harry looks at her. “During spring break? I thought we were all going down to Florida.”

She nods. “No, we still are. My friends just want to go somewhere for a week, or even a weekend. We’ll just skip our classes.” Harry gives her a look and she rolls her eyes. “Fuck off, I’m a second semester senior. You would know how that goes.”

He sighs. “Where are you thinking?”

She shrugs. “Maybe Florida again, but we’d go to Fort Lauderdale or something.”

He wrinkles his nose. “I went down there once during college. It was basically a giant frat party for a week straight.”

Eileen nods enthusiastically, a large smile on her face. “Doesn’t it sound like fun?”

“No.”

“Whatever.” She leans back in her seat. “We’re gonna decide soon.”

“Well, let me know, yeah?”

She smirks at him. “You gonna fund the whole trip?”

He shrugs. “If you want me to, honey. I don’t mind.”

She freezes. “Are you serious? I was just joking. We all have enough money to go.”

He nods. “I know, but I also don’t mind paying for it. I mean, it won’t affect my bank account as much as it’ll affect yours.”

She rolls her eyes.

A few days later, they're sat at the kitchen island. Harry is working on his laptop, and Eileen is shopping for swimsuits on hers.

“Everything’s so fucking expensive," she complains. "We found a condo. It’s in a sketchy area, but it’s close to the beach and the town.”

Harry sighs heavily. “Let me see.”

Eileen shows him the information on her laptop. Harry doesn’t look impressed.

He starts to shake his head. “No. No. You’re not staying there.” He stands up and heads to his office.

“Why not?” Eileen huffs and follows him. “Harry,” she whines. “Everything is so expensive there. We can’t afford anything nicer.”

Harry sits down in his leather chair, behind his huge desk. “Which is why I’m getting you guys a house.”

She freezes in the middle of his office. “A house? Right on the beach?”

Harry nods, typing quickly on his computer. “In an area where your chances of being murdered are nearly zero percent. I am not about to go down to Fort Lauderdale to identify my dead girlfriend because her and her friends couldn’t afford a nicer place.”

Eileen smiles brightly, strutting around the desk and standing behind him. She rests her hands on his shoulders, watching his computer as he looks for places. “I like that one.”

He snorts. “Because it’s pink. It only has two bedrooms.”

“So? We’ll share beds.”

“It has one bathroom.”

Eileen doesn’t respond for a moment. “Anyways, I like that one.”

The exterior is a pretty sky blue, with white shutters and pink flowers lining the house. Harry checks the features, and it includes four bedrooms and three baths.

“That sounds more like it.”

“And it’s right on the beach,” Harry points at the screen, “and, like, a ten minute walk from the town. It’s a gated community, a family community, so,” he turns and glares up at her, “no partying at the house. I’m not going down to bail you out of jail either.”

She sighs lightly, leaning down to kiss his forehead. “Okay, okay, jeez.” She wraps her arms loosely around her neck, hugging him. “Thank you, darling. I owe you one.”

Harry snorts, hitting Confirm on the screen.

She dips her head, her hands sliding down his chest as she kisses his neck. “You’re so good to me.”

Harry hums. “It’s because I love you, honey.”

Eileen tries to press her lips harder against his skin, but her large smile prevents her. “I love you more, darling,” she murmurs into his ear. Her hand slides further down, cupping his bulge. Harry’s breath hitches, and his head falls back on her shoulder. “Thank you so much.” Her hand squeezes.

Harry spins around just as she yanks the chair and she climbs into his lap, straddling his thighs. She cups his jaw and pulls him in for a bruising kiss. Her hand work quickly at undoing his pants, pulling his cock out.

Harry moans into her mouth, his hands sliding all over his body, like he can’t choose where to put them.

Eileen strokes him slowly, rubbing her thumb in little circles around his slit. Harry’s head falls back, exposing his neck to her. She dips down and sucks underneath his ear, quickening her pace.

Harry’s breathing heavily when he lifts his head back up. His hand rises up to the back of her head and he wraps her hair around his fist, pulling her head up. He looks at her for a moment, with her wet lips parted and her eyes blown out. He pulls her in for a kiss, licking into her mouth once before pulling away. He asks lowly, “Is this what you call a proper thank you?” He tuts. “I deserve more than your hand. On your knees, honey.”

Eileen’s jaw drops around a smile. Her tongue prods her cheek as she slowly descends onto the floor in front of him. She almost whines at the loss of friction between her legs. She was grinding against his thigh before, and now her center throbs for some contact, but is only met with air.

She thinks the quicker she gets him to come, the quicker she can come, so she goes to work immediately, wrapping her lips around his cock and sinking down. One hand fondles his balls, while the other works the lower half of his cock. She tries to make it as wet for him as possible, because he likes it like that, and especially so when there’s spit and cum dripping out of her mouth.

She pulls off and, while still jacking him off, says, “I want you to fuck my mouth.”

“Honey,” Harry groans. His hands are in her hair and they try to pull her mouth back over him, but she refuses. “You nearly throw up every time I do it.”

“I know,” she whines. “But it fits the mood.”

Harry lets out a breathless laugh, saying to himself, “Fits the mood. All right.” He sits up, gazing down at her softly. He cups her cheek, rubbing his thumb along the skin. “Tap out when it’s too much, okay?”

She nods quickly, sitting back on her heels and opening her mouth wide. Harry curses at the sight, his thumb slipping into her mouth. He whimpers when her eyes flutter shut and she sucks softly, hollowing her cheeks out.

He thrusts his thumb in and out a few times before he pulls it out. His hands grabs her hair as he guides her down on her cock. He lets out a strangled groan when he gently guides her down further, until his tip hits the back of her throat. 

He pulls her off and asks, “All right?”

She nods, and she wraps her lips around his cock again. She tries to relax her throat, and stays surprisingly still as Harry gently thrusts into her mouth. Her own moans and whimpers are muffled by his cock. She aches for some friction on her clit.

She only has to tap his thigh once before he’s yanking her off. She gasps for breath, tearing leaking out of her eyes, spit and precum connecting her mouth to the tip of his cock.

“Oh, god,” she says hoarsely, leaning forward and resting her head on his thigh, trying to catch her breath.

Harry leans down to the side and grabs the trash can. “Are you gonna throw up?”

She shakes her head against his thigh, her shoulders and back still heaving.

Harry shakes his head and smiles, laughing a bit. “That’s the best you’ve ever done.”

“I’m not done yet,” she says stubbornly, pouting up at him.

He nods, stroking her cheek. “Of course not, honey. Just take a breather.”

She decides to ignore his patronizing tone, and takes his advice. She focuses on breathing deeply, filling her lungs with the oxygen she was depraved from only minutes ago.

When she hears a groan, she whips her head up to find Harry’s hand lazily stroking himself, his head tipped back toward the ceiling. “Hey,” she says sharply, swatting his hand away and replacing it with her own. “That’s my job.”

Harry only sighs, and then he stands up. Eileen’s mouth opens as she gazes up at him. Something about him dressed in an expensive suit, standing tall over her does something to her. She reaches a hand down to her clit and she grinds against it, whimpering. “Fuck, this is so hot.”

Harry just hums, and his fingers weave into her hair, holding the strands back and she leans in and presses an open-mouth kiss to his shaft. She travels up his length, and spends a few extra moments on the tip, circling his head with her tongue.

“Fuck, honey, that’s so good.” Harry waits patiently, and when she leans back, one hand releases her hair to grip his cock. His other hand tightens in her hair, holding her in place as he slowly feeds his cock into her mouth. Eileen stretches her mouth and licks the underside, humming when Harry pushes in deeper.

Her own hands slide up the backs of his thighs and back down, then sliding up the fronts and holding the sides.

Carefully, Harry thrusts into her mouth, gaging her reaction. She really is hell bent on him coming down her throat. She usually would have given up ten minutes ago.

“Look so pretty, Eileen,” he mumbles, his words slurring together. He’s close. “So pretty with your lips around my cock.” His head drops back. “You’re taking me so well, honey.” He looks back down at her when he starts to thrust harder.

He grins proudly when she just takes it, looking up at him with glistening eyes. “Look at you,” he coos, brushing a tear off her cheek. “You’re such a good girl for me, aren’t you? I love you so much.”

Eileen can feel his thighs trembling, and can hear his breath growing shakier. She can’t see much with his head tilted up to the ceiling, but she can see his mouth is open, little pants falling out of those pretty lips.

She pinches his thigh and he looks back down, never averting his eyes from hers. “Gonna come, honey. Gonna make me come. You’re such a good girl. You’re doing so well.”

He thrusts erratically into her mouth, whimpering and moaning. “I–I’m coming, Eileen. Eileen, Ei–“ He throws his head back and shouts, his hips stilling, his cock deep in her throat.

Eileen sucks down the last drop of come, then carefully pulls off. She tries to catch her breath. Pride bubbles in her stomach at the accomplishment of having him fuck her throat until he comes. She says in-between breaths, “I’m gonna…” She waves a hand. “Work on my…gag reflex.”

He nods, collapsing to the floor with her. He pulls her in for a kiss. Both of them are out of breath, so the kiss is a little weak, a little slow, but he licks into her mouth and he sucks on her tongue until he feels like he could pass out.

“Now, what’s my thank you going to be?”

Harry pulls back, giving her a look. “What? You don’t get a thank you for a thank you.”

Eileen’s jaw drops. “That was the best I’ve ever done! I deserve some fellatio for that!”

Harry’s jaw clenches and he glares at her. “For the last fucking time, fellatio is sucking dick!”

“No, it’s not!” she replies slowly.

Harry huffs. “The word, is cunnilingus. You get fucking cunnilingus.”

Eileen wrinkles her nose. “That sounds like an STD.”

Harry sighs again, and then he pushes Eileen onto her back. Arousal and anticipation flutter in her stomach, but then Harry stands up and walks past her.

“Hey! Come back and fellate me!”

“You want fellatio so bad?” He looks over his shoulder and gives her a look that’s hard to read; Eileen thinks it’s challenging. “I’ll go get the strap."

A few minutes later, the rolls are swapped: Eileen is sat in the chair, and Harry is on his knees between her legs.

“You ever done this before, darling?”

“Of course I have, Eileen,” he replies snappily. “I’m not a virgin.”

Eileen gasps loudly. “Are you fucking kidding me? So you lied about your anal virginity!”

Harry takes a deep breath. “No, Eileen. I’ve sucked dick, but I’ve never had a dick up my ass before you.”

She gasps again. It’s irritating, at this point. “When?!”

“In college, honey. Didn’t you experiment a little bit?”

His tone is mocking and patronizing. Eileen doesn’t like it. “I don’t like your tone. Shut the fuck up and fellate me.”

Harry huffs, then he dips down and presses an open-mouthed kiss to the purple strap on. Then, he lifts his eyes and they meet with Eileen’s. She sucks in a shaky breath, and can feel her underwear pool at the sight.

Without breaking eye contact, Harry moves up the plastic cock, then licks a fat stripe over the tip. Eileen whimpers.

The corners of his lips quirk up. “Getting a little flustered…honey?”

Eileen huffs, and she reaches down to grab his hair at the back of his head. “You’re talking too much. It’s annoying.” The last thing she wants to do is hurt him, so she doesn’t shove him down. But he obediently opens his mouth wider and sinks down just a little bit, taking the tip into his mouth. His cheeks hollow as he sucks, lifting his head up and licking another fat stripe on the tip.

His eyes are glossed over, his cheeks are blushing a beautiful red, and he already looks so out of it.

Eileen’s head falls back on the chair. “I think you did a little more than experiment, darling.”

Harry smirks and hums, before sinking down on the purple cock.

God, each lick and suck goes straight to Eileen’s clit. She swears she can feel his mouth. Her underwear is soaking at this point. She wonders if she could come from this.

When Harry gags around the cock as he pushes himself down, only to leave two inches of the purple cock uncovered, Eileen thinks anything is possible.

She gasps, running her fingers through his hair to push it off his forehead. “Fuck, Harry. Oh, my God.” Her hips subconsciously roll towards his mouth, and Harry stops bobbing his head and lets her for a few moments.

Then he pulls off. “You gonna fuck my mouth then, or what?”

Eileen whimpers again at the sound of his voice. It’s hoarse, deeper than ever, and it’s so fucking hot. She wants to wreck his pretty throat.

Her hand moves to his cheek, gently cupping it before she starts to carefully thrust her hips up. After a few thrusts, Harry gets impatient.

He pulls off the toy. “I’m not a fucking virgin, Eileen. Fuck, my, mouth.”

God, he’s so fucking irritating. Eileen opens her eyes and gives the ceiling a deadpanned look before her hand returns to his hair. Her other hand grabs his chin and forces his mouth open. She tilts his head back, and stands up.

Harry understands why she looked so fucked out when he was above her. The look she’s giving him now isn’t gentle, nor is it sweet. She looks properly irritated. A spark of arousal erupts in his stomach and travels up his spine. He wants her to wreck his throat.

He sticks his tongue flat out just in time for her to ram the purple cock into his mouth. His hands reach up and grip her thighs, the skin bulging around his right grip.

He makes a little gagging noise every time her cock hits the back of his throat. It goes straight to Eileen’s clit.

God, she’s for sure going to come like this. Harry’s just taking it, letting her grab his hair and hold him in place as she uses him like a toy.

She lets out a moan when Harry’s eyes connect with hers. They’re teary and a little red, but he doesn’t tap out, even when the tears leak down his cheeks.

“So beautiful, Harry, fuck.” She throws her head back, thrusting erratically into his mouth.

When he lets out a particularly loud whine, she quickly looks down to find his eyes fluttering shut. She notices his body moving, and realizes he’s pulled his cock back out and is fucking into his hand.

Her hand grabs his chin again and she yanks him off her cock. A trail of spit connects his gaping mouth to the purple strap on. He gasps for breath, looking up at Eileen with wet eyes and an even wetter mouth.

“Did I say you could touch yourself?” she asks lowly, her grip tightening around his chin.

“Honey. Honey, please–“

His voice. It’s wrecked. It cracks as he begs for her approval.

Eileen aggressively swipes her thumb along his mouth. His tongue peeks out and gives it a sensual lick. His lips wrap around it for a small, sucking kiss.

“No.”

As usual, Eileen gets tired of the dominate character. It’s hot–so fucking hot when she takes control like this, but every single time, the act disappears before they even finish.

She whimpers, cupping his cheeks with both hands. Her thighs tremble. “Harry, darling, I love you so much. You’re gonna make me come, I swear.” She lets out another whimper. “Oh, God. Oh, Harry. I think I’m gonna–”

Eileen almost collapses, but just barely manages to hold herself up as she comes. Harry doesn’t even notice, too busy gagging around the purple cock as he comes all over his pants.

When Eileen pulls the cock out of his mouth, Harry follows, leaning forward and pressing his face against her thigh. Even as he’s gasping for breath, he lifts his head and sucks a kiss into the meaty part of her thigh.

“Did you just–”

“Did you seriously–”

Eileen is silent for a moment, then, “You came?”

Harry lifts his head and glares up at her. “Don’t act like I’m the only one.” To prove his point, he reaches up into her underwear and slides a single finger into her wet pussy. It clenches around his digit, and he pulls his finger out to shove it into his mouth.

“Yeah, but–you weren’t even touching yourself!”

He sends her another glare. “And I was actually sucking on your fucking clit. You came from me sucking on the strap on.”

She sputters for a moment. “It–it. It’s the context!”

[ot5bymy1dheart]

Chapter 5 : Wait, Is This Déjà vu!?

It’s been a year since Louis joined the school. He is the PE coach of senior high. It’s his first time as a senior coach. Lately, he had to be in the ground almost every day. Training sessions are rough but couple more weeks then their final match hits. Louis loves spending time with the kids. He loves them as much he loves football.  After training he reached home in the evening. He was a bit stressed and tired but he had plans.

Purchasing the ring went smooth, it also made things easier. He stopped freaking out about the proposal anymore but he still had his worries so he decided to talk them out. He freshened himself and took the car to pick up Niall. They both planned to go to ‘The Clappers Bar’. Louis goes there whatever mood he is in, joyful or stressed, he will always feel better.

“Couple beers over here, please” Niall called out to the Bartender.

The boys talked about the football matches of the season. It was a good conversation maintainer between these two.

“Fook off mate, everybody knows Donny Rovers are the best.”

“Ok, I am stopping before you start calling me a bitch” teased Niall.

They both laughed. A good laugh and some booze are what Louis wants now. After some sips of the bitter liquid Louis spoke nervously, “I want to tell you something mate and I also need your help with it”

Niall blinked like he just had a déjà vu. ‘Well that’s creepy’ he thought.

“I am- ” started Louis.

“-going to ask Harry to marry you!...?” finished Niall not able to contain his excitement.

Louis eyes widens in surprise.

“Wait, did I say that already? Louis questioned in confusion. “Or am I that drunk I don’t remember saying it for the first time?” he added still being confused.

“HAHA gotcha mate. It was just a lucky guess. Wow! I am getting good at them” laughed Niall trying to cover up his mess. ‘Fuck’ he mentally cursed himself. ‘Harry would kill me if I spoil it for him’ he thought. “I won’t lie, I was pretty expecting it” continued Niall to make his blabber look like an honest guess.

Louis laughed nervously, it was quite a shock to him when Niall guessed his exact words but he didn’t take it as a big deal ‘cause they were dating for like 6 years now and people tend to expect this especially Niall. He just hoped he was not this obvious to Harry too. Spoiling the surprise for Harry was one of his biggest worries. He had to plan everything out without his boyfriend getting a clue.

“Yeah mate I am going to ask Harry to marry me and not just because it rhymes” laughed Louis at his own joke.

“Hey!, you stole my joke” laughed Niall along with Louis.

Louis pulled out a small velvet box out of his pocket. Niall took in a big gasp even before Louis revealed the shiny band. He keenly waited to see the ring, he almost let out a shriek when he saw the fascinating ring with a small green stone siting magnificently on its inside. He was getting exuberant and would probably be jumping up and down if they weren’t out.

“I want you to take to ring to the restaurant before our date, mate” said Louis.

“Oh!” replied Niall shocked by the request.

“No particular reason, I just felt this will go smooth” replied Louis for Niall’s unasked question.

Louis didn’t want to take chances for anything going wrong so he thought of asking Zayn to taking the ring to the restaurant. Later he was worried what if Liam finds out accidently. He knew Liam is not that stupid to blabber to Harry but his overthinking made him ask Niall to do it.

Niall gave a nod and safely placed the box inside his pocket.

Niall congratulated his best friend and they hugged each other. He ordered tequila shots for celebrating the wonderful news.

“To the best couple” raised Niall, “Don’t let Zayn or Liam hear it” he added laughing.

“To us” laughed Louis.

They let the hot drink flush down their throats and laughed in union.

“Like I said, I really need your help mate. I am sure I am going to propose but I have no idea about it. I am terrified that it won’t be perfect and I really want it to be perfect” brooded Louis.

This really bothered Louis too much, he knows how much this means to Harry and he wants it to be as magnificent as Harry can imagine. That’s the least he can do for his loving boyfriend.

Meanwhile Niall was hiding his smile to himself. At first, he was taken aback when Louis confirmed his doubt about him proposing but thinking about it he had many ideas running in his head right now. ‘This is awesome’ he thought. If he plans out everything then he can present his best friends a very memorable day. For now, all he has to do is make each other think that they are the one proposing. And if everything goes fine, he can make them both propose at the same time and there wouldn’t be anything more beautiful than that. Niall was very delighted that they both came to him and felt so happy about his little plan. He made it look like he was taking his time to think and finally replied.

“Take him to a romantic dinner, Harry would love that.”

“That would be nice we can spend some quality time too” agreed Louis thinking. “Maybe I can ask the waiter to drop the ring into the drink” he continued.

“Wow” replied Niall.

“Harry would love an astonishing restaurant.” cheered Louis. “I can buy him his favourite dish and… Damn” he stopped in mid-sentence.

Niall didn’t reply anything. He was still caught on the fact how the two mirrored each other.

Louis continued, “I can’t decide the food. Harry likes Mexican, Chinese and Italian”. He finished and looked at Niall for a response.

Niall thought for a moment and asked what Louis’ favourite is, knowing it is Italian.

“Italian” replied Louis.

“Then take him there” said Niall without thinking.

“But-”

“It’s a special day for you too mate, don’t you think you guys should celebrate it with something common?” questioned Niall.

Louis didn’t reply but his face showed that he agrees with Niall.

Niall cherished with happiness. He could see his plan already working.

Louis eyes sparked with joy. He imagined how it would be if he pops the question when Harry notices the shining ring in his drink. ‘It would be perfect’ he thought. It’s simple but perfect and that’s exactly how he wants it to be. Also, he have the feeling Harry would totally love this.

“Oh my god! Is Louis Tomlinson blushing?” teased Niall.

“No, I am not” Louis snapped back.

“Look at you all pink and cute” laughed Niall.

Louis gave a friendly punch on Niall’s shoulders but later joined him laughing. Louis was thankful for Niall being a great support. He almost figured everything, all he has to do is take Harry on the date and ask to marry him. But that’s the tricky situation, how is he going to bring it up to Harry? He doesn’t want to be obvious. He got sunk into his thoughts till Niall called his name.

“Louis”

“Yeah?”

“Just give Harry a hint that you want to have dinner in the restaurant some day and wait for him to pick a date. So that he won’t get any doubt” suggested Niall. “I can see you are really tensed up by that” added Niall with a warm smile.

‘I can do that, I am not going to rush into proposing so there is still plenty of time to plan and be subtle bringing it up’ he thought. This relieved him from the stress he had few minutes ago. The smile reappeared on his face and he replied, “That’s really a great idea” “How are you even single mate?” asked Louis

“By ignoring this” laughed Niall showing the bartender’s number on his tissue.

Louis laughed with Niall and then both the lads decided to leave. Louis dropped Niall and drove home.

.....

Chapter 4 : Hmm...My favourite dessert  

Chapter 6: Verte And Bleu Are Mirror Reflections!!!  

[prttyjia]

CAFÉ WORKER

PAIRING: Jennie Kim x Fem!reader

GENRE: Fluff

SYNOPSIS: You casually enter a local café while being on a walk with your dog as you suddenly notice the kindhearted and charming waitress.

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day 1 - red velvet

You gasp for air after having ran 3km with your golden retriever dog Daisy. You're exhausted as you look around your surroundings, wondering where the perfect spot for taking a snack break would be.

A small café at the corner of the street catches your interest, with its aesthetically pleasing exterior decoration. You bat and eye upwards to see a big sign saying "Cherry Charm Café". You smile as you have high expectations for discovering this lovely café.

You cross the street with Daisy, as you walk towards the café. You notice the café isn't crowded at all, and rather quite. Knowing the nearest Starbucks only was a few minutes away from the café it made sense.

Pushing on the door handle you see a very cozy interior of the café, kind of cherry themed as the sign signaled. Surprised of how underrated the café was you quickly leash Daisy at the indoor seating area and take a few steps forward to read the menu.

"Berry-Cherry Parfait", "Cherry Chip Scones", "Cherry Blossom Waffles" and "Ruby Red Refresher" was quite some delightful food and drink names on the menu. You suddenly hear the voice of an old lady at the cashier.

"Hello dear, what may i get for you?" she smiles warmly at you as she approaches the register. You didn't expect the sweet lady to be the only one working there, so you behave your best to make sure you don't make a rude impression on her.

"Hi! Im not quite sure what to get, i was wondering if you could recommend me your favourite drink of the item? Im sure you have excellent taste!" i reply as i compliment her.

"Oh thank you darling, i would say the Cherry Iced Tea is my favourite! It has been my daily ever since the shop opened a few months ago. I know that the Cherry Almond Bliss Muffins aren't really a drink, but you need to have a taste of them!"

"That's brilliant, then i'll order one of those and the iced tea aswell!" you say as you mess around in your pouch trying to find your payment card. As you finally swipe the card on the card reader the old lady smiles as she prepares the drink for you.

You tell the old lady that you will be sitting on the second floor at the balcony, and she noods her head making sure your order will be assisted directly to your table.

Shortly after you see a pretty girl, seeming to be around your age. She has a cherry themed casual wool dress on, wich perfectly complimented her sharp angled shoulders. She held a tray with the delicate looking muffin and iced tea, as she smiled at you while walking up the stairs. She was walking towards you with her clicky white dolly heels, as she flipped her straight black hair behind her.

"Hello, thank you so much for visiting our café! Heres your order." she smiles warmly and squints her cat resembling eyes in a cute way, as she bows slightly to place the tray on the table.

"T-thank you!" you stutter slightly still amused by her captivating presence. You can't stop focusing on her beauty, and you stare at her eyes deeply.

"Do you need anything else..?" she smiles akwardly at you as she gestures her hands infront of her. She seems to have noticed you staring at her, and shes rather curious than uncomfy.

"Uh.. may i ask what your name is..?" you nervously ask.

"My name? its right here on my badge. Jennie." she replys as she points to the badge on her dress.

"Oh i didn't notice.. thank you Jennie.." you say slightly shy because of her alluring charm.

"No worries, you can ask me for anything! I don't have many customers coming here, so take your time!" she smiles as she steps away slightly, letting you eat in peace. Afraid of her leaving so quickly you impulsively ask "W-wait! if you don't have much to do.. can you acompany me while i eat?.. i apologise if its a weird request.."

"Huh? are you sure that you wont be uncomfy with a stranger sitting with you while you eat..?" she looks weirdly at you as she chuckles slighty.

"I-i wont! you seem really nice.." you say, noticing the conversation getting weirder and weirder.

She sighs as she smiles and sits infront of you while putting one leg over the other. She notices you taking a slurp of the drink, as she wanted to ask you how it tasted.

"So..?"

"Its pretty tasty, i like it!" you smile at her as she seems pleased by your answer.

"Awesome, im glad you liked it!" she tilts her head slightly as she puts her palms together as a sign of gratitude. "My grandma told me that you had good manners towards her, im thankful for your kindness!" she smiles at you as she watches you take a bite of the cake.

"Shes a sweet lady, no wonder she's you're grandma with how you both share that personality trait." you say complimenting her as Jennie gets flustered.

"Aww you're too kind! You seem quite familiar.. do you also go to Londale High?" she looks curiously at you.

"Yes i do, im a senior there!" you tell her as she smiles endearingly at you .

"Really? me too! Miss Patel..?"

"From history class!" you finish her sentence as you both chuckle slightly.

"Ive never noticed you, thats crazy!" she smiles at you as she leans in closer getting more interested in the conversation.

"I haven't seen you before either, but im happy to hear you go there! maybe we could meet up sometime?" you ask invitingly as she noods at you.

"Mhm, i would love that! you seem like a lovely person!" she smiles as she holds both your hands in a friendly way and tilts her head slightly as she smiles.

You blush slightly by her gesture, but looking at her you notice she seems like a clingy person, so you dont mind.

"Want to go to the mall later on today? i heard they have a huge sale!" you ask her as she rests her head on her hand.

"Sounds awesome, heres my number!" she pulls out a sticky note and a pencil from her pockets and starts writing down her number.

"I have taken a lot of your time and i should be heading out. Thank you for everything, and i love you're grandmas muffins!" i smile at her as i put the sticky note in my bag and push the chair in.

"I loved taking with you, no need to apologise!" she smiles at you as she brushes off her dress and picks up your plate, and walks with you downstairs. She stood outside the staff-only room just about to enter, as she noticed Daisy and said "Bring your sweet dog with you!" she smiles at you as you smile back and reply "Will do!" and see her leave.

You take Daisy's leash in your hand as you walk out the café, thinking about Jennie's bubbly and cute personality.. you really liked Jennie. But to take things slowly you wanted to get to know her before really just assuming that she's the one.

You start running with Daisy again, just mesmerised by your interaction with Jennie, the sweet waitress.

hi yall this is the first jennie kim x fem!reader im creating, if theres any grammatic errors i apologise since english isnt my first language! thank you for reading. also guys was this too fluff or boring? and comment if i should make a part 2!

[feelbokkie]

honestly that anon about first person is such a fear of mine and a reason why i’m hesitant to post my works. i write fanfiction in first person too because it feels natural and better stories come out of it instead of me stressing and wondering how to word it. i like both povs but honestly third person feels like i’m more removed from the story. like someone else is explaining something to me and it’s hard to get behind.

Ngl, it took me by surprise when I saw the anon in my ask box during my work break. I went through all sorts of emotions throughout the remainder of my shift why I thought about it.

I'd say post your work anyway, if you're comfortable enough and willing. Comments like that are rare. In my 11ish years of fic writing, that was the first comment I got that I guess can be considered negative. And it's the first comments I've ever seen where someone has an issue with the POV.

If you ever do choose to post anything you work on, you have to do so because you want. I have no idea what 12 year old me wanted when she first uploaded a Louis fic on OneDirectionFanFiction . com and Wattpad, but it wasn't to become one of those great fic writers often featured on the website. She just wanted to connect with people and writing was the best way to do so. Even now,24 year old me didn't start posting smaus to get as big as I did, I just did it because I was having so much fun reading smaus that I wanted to write my own. Being new to the fandom, I thought it would help me connect to other people and it inspired me to start writing again.

And I get that. I feel like a sim when I read 2nd pov sometimes and 3rd person makes me feel like I'm at a restaurant, eavesdropping on the table right behind me.

I hope you have a great day!

[eatyourhoneyh]

[fanfic-girlie]

He cheats but you find out you’re pregnant

A/N: please excuse the grammar, english is not my first language.

warning: angst

word count:1,3k

It has been a month since you found out. You were chilling in your apartment with your 4-year-old daughter when you got a text message from a friend, it was a picture of him kissing another woman. There was no doubt it was him, you didn’t want to believe it, but there it was, on that day you felt like your world was ending. “There it is again” you thought, nothing good lasts forever, at least, not with you they don’t. An entire 6 year relationship, all the plans, the trust.. everything slipping away.

To say that you were brokenhearted was an understatement, for the last month you had to pretend you were okay, you could barely sleep, you weren’t eating, and what was making you even worse was having to ignore him. Even though he did what he did to you, you still felt bad about ghosting him, and there was nothing you wanted more than to talk to him, you knew that you’d have to eventually, but you weren’t ready yet. He knew that you knew, and he was growing more frustrated by not having news from you, being away on tour for 3 months now, not having seen you in the last 2, there was nothing he missed more than you and his baby girl, but there wasn’t anything he could do now. Realizing you weren’t going to talk to him, he decided to call his sister and have her make sure you were okay.

He wasn’t coming home for another month, but he still had to talk to Helena, she would ask about him everyday, so you decided to let Gemma stay with you for a while to help you with her and facetime her dad whenever she wanted to talk to him. He would ask about you every time he called, but you made sure to be as far away as possible when they were facetiming, you knew that if you heard his voice, you would want to talk to him. Gemma would always make up excuses for you, and Helena didn’t even know what was going on, she was only worried about when daddy was coming home, letting him know every time how much she missed him.

The pictures were leaked, now the whole world knew the kind of person he was, and the “poor thing” you were. That was the last thing that you wanted, now you had to stay home so you wouldn’t be bombarded with paparazzi and questions and sad messages from people you didn’t even know, you decided to deactivate all of your social media, you couldn’t take another minute of it.

Another month had passed and Harry’s arrival was coming closer, you didn’t know what you were going to do, you couldn’t just kick him out, Helena would be crazy if he didn’t sleep with her when he got home. It was all she could talk about, daddy this.. daddy that, you sighed as she babbled about him for the eleventh time today, while taking a sip of your coffee. A ring on the doorbell shook you off your distraction, you and Gemma exchanged a confused look, you weren’t waiting on anybody and Harry wasn’t supposed to come home for another three days.

She opened the door, and there he was, suitcases, sunglasses and not a very good mood. Helena ran off to the door as soon as she heard his voice, apparently he wasn’t expecting Gemma to still be there by the time he got home. Crouching down, he opened his arms and received his very british little gal, even though you lived in California, she still managed to get her dad’s accent. He spun her around, her giggles filling the living room. He took off his sunglasses and you were glad to see he looked like absolute shit, just like you. His eyes red and puffy, his stubble growing bigger, hair disheveled. His eyes scanned the room, looking for you, he looked in the kitchen’s direction and his eyes met yours, you held his gaze for a while and decided your coffee looked really interesting all of a sudden. You heard Gemma try, unsuccessfully to take your daughter upstairs so you could talk, but she wasn’t having it, she didn’t want to be with anyone else but Harry.

He didn’t have another option, so he spent the day with her trying to tire her off until she slept and he could talk to you. You didn’t exchange a word until Helena passed out on his lap, his eyes eventually finding you, he didn’t sleep on the plane, thinking about what he would say to you, but now that he was here, he couldn’t seem to find the words. Your stomach turning every time he looked at you, and you fighting the urge to cry.

He cleared his throat, catching your attention. “I…” he sighed “don’t even know what to say”, you nodded, looking at the wall behind him to not get lost in those beautiful green eyes, those eyes you were so deeply in love with.

“You know, the worst thing is.. I know this isn’t my fault, I know I didn’t do anything wrong, but still everyday for the past two months I couldn’t sleep thinking ‘Was I not enough?’” he watched you carefully, his eyes getting sadder each time you spoke “I’ve been going to therapy again, and I’m taking meds to sleep ‘cause you got me so fucked up” you chuckled “you knew all about me, my story and my previous relationships, all I asked is for you to not do the same thing they did to me, and when I finally felt like I could trust someone again, you go and do the exact same thing they all did. Guess you’re not as different as I thought.” You said, remembering when you started dating and he told you “I’m not like these other guys”

You didn’t even realized you had started crying until he gave you a tissue and tried to hug you, nudging him off, you got up and immediately felt dizzy, in two seconds you were hunched over the toilet, throwing your dinner up and he was taking your hair off your face, you couldn’t even get mad as you were so vulnerable. He helped you up, you washed your face and drank a little bit of water, his concerned eyes never leaving you. “Are you feeling better?”.

You nodded in response “Must’ve been something I ate”.

“Are you sure it’s not…something else?” you snapped your head at him, ready to start going off again, but then realizing you were, in fact, late.

You immediately ran upstairs, going in the bedroom the two of you shared, for the last two months you had been sleeping in the guest bedroom, not being able to stay in a room filled with memories of you two. He realized that you hadn’t been sleeping there, the bed was made, and the room extremely clean, like it never was before. Going in the bathroom, you got a pregnancy test you’d keep in the cabinet, his eyebrows frowned, looking at you.

You raised an eyebrow at him, “Really? Come on (Y/N)” realizing you wouldn’t budge, he left the bathroom and waited patiently at the door, looking around the bedroom trying to distract himself. A few moments later you opened the door, and let him in again. The both of you staying quiet, just waiting the result.

You were extremely anxious and wasn’t trying to hide it, what would you do if you were pregnant again? You couldn’t raise two kids by yourself.. Your thoughts were cut off by him “Look” “I’m scared, you look” “Let’s look together, okay?” you nodded, biting your lip, and grabbing the test with him, a ‘PREGNANT’ appeared on the stick. You started sobbing uncontrollably, he hugged you and you let him. Feelings torn between happiness and sadness, he was extremely excited he would become a daddy again, but not so happy because he knew you wouldn’t accept him back so quickly.

[buck-nialled]

Hi love. I was wondering if you wouldn't mind writing a Niall imagine where he‘s live on IG and playing a song on the piano and you sit on his lap to cuddle, oblivious that he’s on live (like the tik toks of girlfriends sitting on their boyfriends laps while they play video games). Could you do like the fans reactions and have the fans love them and the cute content? Thank you so much x

i actually had a similar concept in my mind a couple of days ago so THANK YOU ANON bc you read my mind

My Lovely - N. Horan Blurb

Your boyfriend sat behind the piano, twiddling the ivory keys and mumblings random strings of melodies in front of his phone. You could not help the smile that graced your lips to see him purely in his element, the sight of him candidly humming and chuckling to himself as filled your insides with euphoria like no other thing. It did not come across your mind that your figure had wandered into the frame. Niall’s eyes failed to peek up from his hands idly pressing keys to the comments acknowledging your presence in capital letters and exclamation points. A sudden urge to just be near him surged through your being and before he could catch your figure running up behind him on his phone screen, you were sat down in his lap with your arms wrapped loosely around his neck. A startles gasp left his lips, and the breeze your body sent with your surprising him make goosebumps raise up on his arms.

But after realizing what just occurred, a small laugh left his lips and his eyes saw even more comments flooding in. “Can I help you with something, princess?” Niall asks, letting one of his warm, gently roughed up hands leave the keys to come to rub up and down on your back. “Just bored, want to cuddle you.” After mumbling out your lame excuse for Niall’s affection, a small laugh left his lips and he turned his attention back to the tens of thousands who were watching your snuggle fest live.

“You guys should know who this is, my lovely.” Niall introduced you, though it was not needed. Four years’ worth of photos featuring the two of you as strangers, to friends, to the couple, was already online for any eyes to pry. But he accentuates the nickname with a hearty kiss on your cheek, just in case. More hearts come in, heart eyes and the occasional “aww” joining them.

Your eyes widened and you turned to face the phone, cheeks flushing a scarlet so deep the phone could not help but focus on your shocked face. “I didn’t know you were live…I’m sorry.” Your voice quiets to a whisper, and you felt so flustered that at that moment, all you could do was hide your face in the crook between his shoulder and neck.

“You’re okay, love. Look, think they missed you more than me.” Reluctantly turning towards his phone, once again, you see just how many people got excited from your appearance. Deep down, it made your stomach flutter at how proud he was to show you off to the world, even if you were still scared to reveal who you were with to friends outside of social media and celebrity news. The number of viewers at the top of the screen grew as well, and a few verified accounts joined the absolute party going down with fans in the comments.

mtvGOALS GOALS GOALS GOALS GOALS

shawnmendesMY PARENTS ARE SO IN LOVE

dualipau guys are the cutest

“Damn we should go live together more often,” Niall comments, as he rests his chin on your shoulder. “They love you more than me!” He laughs to himself, seeing how much love and support you were being given. He brings his hand down from your upper back and lets it pause on your hip to give it a gentle squeeze. Your eyes glint at the silver ring that was on his left hand and your smile only grows as you reach your own hand down to rest on his. You connect eyes with him and mouth a small “I love you”. And despite the audience not being able to see or hear it, they know you said it when Niall mouthed back without hesitation “I love you too” before bringing your hand up and planting a kiss on it.

thank you again to the person who requested this! i’m always up for exploring my writing ability, so if you’d like to leave a request in my inbox go for it! 

on the look for more imagines about your favorite irishman? click HERE!

[younghearts-stories]

high noon: chapter eighteen

I love everything about you, those five words repeat themselves again. Five innocent words I'm sure Harry doesn't even realize the impact of. Or maybe he does. Or maybe he can't even see the slight panic on my face as he leans down to kiss me, just like I don't see his own attempt to hide his panicked eyes at the realization of what he's said because I've never been told that before, by anyone and it coming from his lips feels like the greatest compliment in the world.

Chapter 18, three's a crowd, is now up!

Read it here: tumblr | wattpad | catch up here (temporarily on wattpad because the chapters are all updated there)

[niall-the-churchboy]

Drunk ~ One Direction

In which Louis and Y/n get drunk. This Imagine is set in 2012, the guys are still kinda young so have that in mind.

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The loud music comes out from the large speakers around the dance floor, you devise Harry dancing crazily with some guys you don’t know. In the corner, Zayn watches Harry confused as Niall is trying to find something by patting his body. He eventually asks the black-haired and this one shrugs. “Drink this”, Louis hands you a cup with strong alcohol smell. You laugh at him and drink up. 

After the guys finished recording the last song of their newest album ‘Take me home’, you all decided to sneak out of the guards peering eyes and go party to a club nearby. It took some effort but you were able to convince Liam, and to be honest, leaving the studio was dead easy. You just hope your dad won’t get mad at you..., or loose his job. 

(...)

Couple of hours later, you are still clubbing. Harry hasn't left the dance floor once and Niall eventually joined him after giving up on finding his phone when you had told him you hadn’t seen it. Liam and Zayn are..., you don't know, probably because you can’t think straight after drinking a variety of beverages with Louis, who right now, is telling you a stupid joke you can’t stop laughing about.

“My, this is great”, you declare with a pointed finger before tripping and falling on the floor. Louis stares down at you with a hint of uncertainty in his face, but as soon as you start laughing he does too, eventually dropping on the floor next to you. 

You devise Liam’s and Zayn’s figures running to you after a few moments, but you don’t care, something about this whole situation makes you giggly, and Louis seems to agree because he can't stop laughing either. “What did you guys drink?”, Liam asks, full on his dad mode, “Zayn, grab Y/n, please.” You suddenly feel to strong arms lifting you from the floor and steading you on the ground, nevertheless Zayn’s hands never leave your arms, unsure that if he lets go, you’ll be down on the floor again. “You guys are boring...”, you mumble pouting as Liam pulls Louis to his feet.

 “What did you drink?”, Liam repeats, this time only at Louis. “Don’t know”, Louis replies with a mischievous smile, “but I’m pretty sure it had alchohol.” You laugh at this. “Y/n, stop moving!”, Zayn complains, your back against his chest. You start shaking your legs to the sides, making Zayn lift you and place you in his shoulders, Lou laughs at you as you make silly faces. “Keep it cool!”, Liam orders as he types a phone number, “go look for Harry and Niall, I’ll stay with Louis”, he says and Zayn nods, carrying you over his shoulder. 

“What the-”, Niall begins confused at your drunk state, your back facing them. “Our little troublemakers decided that it was a good idea to get drunk. Y/n here, couldn’t stop herself from moving”, Zayn explains gently patting your butt. “And where’s Louis?”, Harry asks. “With Liam. Daddy directioner is loosing his shit, he’s calling Paul”, you finally get some sense in your head as soon as you hear your dad’s name being mention. Your dad can’t possible find out that you are drunk.

“What?!”, you ask, “Zayn let me down!”. The black-haired does as you order, placing you in your two feet, you look at Harry’s Niall’s and Zayn’s expectants expressions on their faces. “My dad can’t know!”, you exclaim but start feeling dizzy again and fall on the ground once more.

“Shit, Y/n”, Zayn curses worriedly lifting you up again. “I don’t feel that great”, you state bringing your hand to your forehead, the room spinning. You instantly close your eyes thinking that maybe drinking wasn’t a good idea, sure it was fun, but now you feel like you are going to puke anytime soon.

“Paul is on his way”, this time you hear Liam voice, “What’s wrong with Y/n?”, he asks, concern ringing on his voice. “She said she’s not feeling that great”, Harry explains. “Oh my, I swear this is the last time I let you two little fucks run around unsupervised”, Liam states, “hand her over”

You slightly open your eyes, Liam carrying you while he looks down at you, “why do I feel like my dad is going to flip out?” “Because he probably will”, Liam answers shaking his head. “Would it be better if I blame Louis?”

“NO!”, you hear the oldest shout.

[henrysteelsmurryme]

on the desk (~800 words)

“Wouldn’t it be hot if we fucked on your desk?”

“Eileen, this is my office, my place of work. It’s not a place for sex. The bedroom is for sex.”

Eileen hums. “What about when we fucked in the bathroom?”

Harry pauses. “The bathroom can also be for sex–“

“–The kitchen?”

Harry opens his mouth.

“The living room? On the couch?”

He shuts his mouth.

Eileen continues, “What about the dining room? You specifically wanted to fuck on the table. We were on the bed and you dragged me down there–”

“–All right. Fine.” Harry stands, starts to undo his tie. He stares hard at Eileen, who has a surprised, excited glint in her eye. “You want to fuck in my office? On my desk? Fine.”

Eileen’s mouth falls open around a smile. She holds onto the edge of the desk as Harry wraps his hands around her thighs, pulling her legs apart and stepping in between them. He yanks her close and shoves his hips against hers. He shakes his head, giving her a look, an amused “what am I going to do with you?” sort of look.

Eileen just grins as he leans in for a kiss. She always gets what she fucking wants.

Harry unbuttons her pants and yanks them off her legs. He starts to unbutton his own, when Eileen sits up. “Wait, aren’t you gonna eat me out?”

He lifts his head and glares at her. “You wanna get fucked like a whore on my desk? Fine. But you don’t get special treatment.”

He leans forward and kisses her roughly, swallowing her whimper. His tongue immediately pushes into her mouth, and he pulls her closer.

His hand sneaks down and cups her center. Eileen’s already moaning and rolling her hips against his hand, trying to get some kind of friction on her clit.

Harry doesn’t grant it to her, doesn’t move his hand, just holds her heat as he kisses her.

Eventually, he pushes her underwear to the side and strokes his fingers up her slit. Because he’s not a total asshole, he gives her an orgasm as he stretches her out, rubbing tight circles on her clit.

He doesn’t give her much of a break, though. He drags her underwear off her legs and pushes her shirt up her body, yanking it off her head.

Now, she’s completely naked on top of his desk while he’s fully clothed, holding her thighs around his waist.

He’s starting to sweat, but the contrast in clothing between the two of them is too fucking hot to mess with. She really is acting like a whore, naked on his desk and begging for his cock. Harry wants her dripping onto his desk.

“Is this what you wanted?” He rolls the condom onto his length. 

Eileen’s head tilts back. “Yes, yes, God, this is so fucking hot.”

“Is my little brat satisfied?” He grabs her thighs and pulls her closer. He grabs his cock and rubs his head along her slit before pushing into her.

Eileen lets out a whimpery moan. “She will be when she comes.”

Harry slowly pulls out, then slams back into her, immediately setting a hard and quick pace. “What makes you think you’re going to come? You think you deserve to after acting like a fucking brat?”

Her mouth falls open and she grabs the edge of the desk above her head. Her body rocks with Harry’s hard thrusts, her slick skin skidding along his desk. It hurts just enough for her to love it.

“I always deserve it,” she says quietly, her head rolling to the side. She lets out a loud moan. “Always give me what I want.”

Harry hums, his hips ramming into hers. “Think I spoil you too much. Maybe I’ll just get myself off, use you like the whore you’re acting like.” He gives her a particularly hard thrust, and she shrieks when his thumb attaches to her clit.

“Harry,” she says on a wispy exhale. Her eyes are glossed over as she looks up at him. She pushes herself up onto her elbows, and Harry does the rest, wrapping an arm around her back and pulling her up.

He pulls her flush against his clothed chest, and presses his lips to hers.

She’s fallen soft in his arms, letting him hold her up and taking everything that he’s giving her. She weakly holds onto the open part of his shirt where a few of the buttons are undone. She kisses him back, sucking on his tongue and mewling when he bites her bottom lip.

The mood changes then. Harry’s thrusts slow down, his grip loosens and his fingers lovingly stroke her skin. He runs his tongue over her bottom lip before kissing her sweetly, one hand moving up to cup her jaw.

He can never keep up the dominant act for too long.

“I love you, honey,” he says against her lips. “So much. Gonna give you what you want, gonna make you come.”

“Fuck me so good.” Her head tips back, and she trusts that Harry won’t let her fall back. “Best I ever had, darling.”

Harry whimpers, pulling her closer and tucking his face in her neck. 

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Sturmvoegel - Chapter Four

Rated: R/NC-17

Word count: 6023

Warning: none

A/n: Still catching up with my posting schedule

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Niall leaned against the doorframe, out of breath and clearly distraught.

Zayn had jumped up and was walking towards his friend. "What is going on?"

"It's Harry," the blonde one let out in-between hectic breaths. "I have no idea what happened, but he's on the floor and he isn't moving."

Zayn looked a little worried once the word reached him. "Are you sure," he questioned, and Niall nodded frantically.

"Let's go," Emily then ordered, getting up, the food on her left long forgotten. She walked towards the door and gestured for Zayn to follow them.

"Is he in your room," the princess asked Niall and he nodded again, walking at a fast pace, worried for his oldest friend.

He did not turn back to watch if they followed, but hoped for the best.

Once he reached his door he stopped, pushing it slowly open, scared of what he'll find.

The captain was still were he had left him, on the floor in what looked like a rather uncomfortable fetal position.

Emily brushed past him and kneed down in front of Harry, brushing the mob of brown curls away and searching for his pulse.

That's when he moved and snored a little, startling her so much, that she jumped up and let out a loud shriek.

Zayn immediately went towards her and his first reaction was, to pull her into his arms.

"Hey," he whispered, holding her close. "Are you ok?"

Emily nodded and let go of him, taking a step back again, carefully manoeuvering her feet around his sleeping body.

She then turned towards Niall, realising how tired the young man looked. "It's good that you got us, but he's just sleeping off his hangover."

The girl walked towards the bed and pulled up an empty bottle of rum. "Seems like he got rid of the content earlier," she assumed, before putting the bottle down again and sinking down onto the bed.

She felt very tired, the rush of adrenaline had worn her out and a part of her wanted to lie down right there and just sleep forever, but she knew that she could not sleep, not yet.

Zayn shook his head as he watched the captain, clearly disappointed in his behaviour.

"Emily," he then said, offering the girl a hand. "Let's go."

Niall watched him in surprise. "But," he started only to close his mouth again. He remembered how Harry had told him that Zayn hated him now.

He looked towards the princess. "Emily," he then started, but stopped immediately when Zayn's angry gaze hit him.

"You know he's right," the girl whispered, taking his hand only to pull him closer to the bed. She then gestured for him to sit down and he followed.

"Princess," he started, but she shook her head.

"Zayn," Emily said, determination seeping through each syllable. "No matter what he did or did not do, not helping him only reflects bad on you."

Zayn wanted to roll his eyes, but he knew that she was right, so he stopped and tried a different approach. "But what about our plan?"

"Our plan," the girl wondered, clearly confused.

"Well," Zayn said, brushing through his hair nervously. "I wanted to leave the ship," he ignored Niall gasping in surprise and continued. "And I wanted to take you with me."

"Zayn," the girl replied. "I want to fix things with him." Her hand gestured to the drunken man on the floor. "How am I supposed to do that, when I flee."

Niall watched them closely, not yet sobered up enough to jump into the conversation, yet full of information.

"You're not fleeing," Zayn stated. "We are leaving to prove your innocence."

He looked over to his Irish friend. "Nothing wrong with doing that, right Niall."

The blonde one tried to reply, but stopped when Emily answered.

"Oh, come on," the girl let out, sounding a little harsher now. "We both know very well how it looks, when I leave the ship with you." She rolled her eyes, before addressing the blonde one. "Don't you agree."

"Wel...," Niall started, only to be interrupted by Zayn again.

"Since when do you care, what it looks like." He too sounded less calm now. "Ignore them, we will prove them wrong."

"Zayn," Emily said, putting her hand on his arm. "I get where you're coming from, but we have to do this my way."

"And what is your way?" He asked, only to be interrupted by Niall.

"May I speak," the blonde one asked, not really waiting for a reply. "Or are you two too busy to consider a third opinion?"

Both looked over to him, clearly confused. "Sure, go ahead," Zayn mumbled and Emily nodded reassuringly.

"He," the Irish one stated while gesturing to the drunken Captain. "Is incredibly hurt and feels vulnerable."

"Which is not our problem," Zayn hissed, clearly not able to afford any more patience on the Captains costs.

"But it is," Niall only replied. "You see, he thinks her family killed his brother."

"But," Emily said, jumping up and pulling the letter out again, carefully holding it into the air. "I have prove that he is wrong."

"You do," Niall asked surprised and he stepped over the sleeping body towards the girl. She handed him the letter and he tried his best to read it, but the language was too foreign for him.

"Em," he finally said, handing it back to her. "Listen, I believe ya, but that letter proves nothing, unless you speak German."

He watched how her smile faltered and felt horrible, but continued. "I assume it's German," he then asked and she nodded.

"Ok, so what was your grand plan," he then asked his friend and Zayn opened his mouth again.

"I wanted us to go where the baby went all these years ago."

Niall frowned a little. "Listen, the one thing I could read was the date." He stopped for a second and went for the mug of water left on the table, took a big gulp before continuing. "How will you find a baby that was at some, I assume, German castle a good 26 years ago?"

Zayn looked surprised now, he had not thought that far. "Surely someone will remember," he then let out, but Niall only laughed.

"Maybe, but you are traveling with the princess who got kidnapped." Niall shook his head a little. "You can't be that daft. Do you actually believe you'll get to talk to people." He watched his friend closely.

"Of course," Zayn only answered, which made Niall chuckle darkly.

"Zayn, no one will talk to you," he then stated. "They will throw you in jail if they don't kill you immediately."

Emily wanted to say something, but Niall stopped her. "Don't even start," he said harshly. "They won't care what you'll have to say." He looked apologetic when he said the next few words. "They will consider you damaged goods."

His words cut through the air sharply and Emily looked hurt, but only for a moment. Then realisation hit her.

"He is right," her voice was dull from the sadness. "I don't want him to be," she let out kneading her fingers nervously. "But he is right."

"Give him a chance to come to his senses," Niall then said, nearly pleading with her. "He isn't a bad man."

"Good men do bad things," Emily only replied and both pirates looked guilty, but she did not care.

"Emily," Niall continued. "He had all his hope of a family ripped from him, again." The blonde leaned against the table, his hands holding onto the wooden edge. "Give him a chance to see the truth."

Zayn jumped up, his voice tumbling a little. "You can't be serious now," he hissed, clearly upset.

"He is confused," Niall stated, once again fighting his friends battle. "He is scared and confused and feels betrayed."

"That is his problem," Zayn stated, but Emily stopped him."

"Listen, Zayn," the princess started. "I do not trust an inch of his body but Niall is right. Everyone would loose their mind when their family is in danger. Let him explain. That's what I'll do."

Zayn just rolled his eyes. "You are far to nice for this world, dear princess." He looked less unhappy now and that was enough proof for her, that he accepted her choice,

"How about you bring him into the study," the girl suggested, stepping over the body and making her way towards the door. "This isn't the best place for him."

She walked out of the door, not waiting for them to reply.

The girl knew that she had to go back to the captain's chambers soon, but she felt dirty in her old clothes, so she first sneaked to her friends room.

Al was not around and the princess hoped her friend would forgive her for using her room.

She filled the basin with some fresh water and took one of the freshly washed cloths to clean her face. Then she looked down at herself, noticing just how dirty her dress was.

Emily threw it over her head and slipped out of it, revealing a dirty underskirt. That had to go too and she slipped out of it, standing now completely bare in front of the basin.

She would've liked a bath, but the princess knew that this luxury was too much to ask for, so she did her best to clean herself, before drying herself off with a towel and looking around for some clothes to wear.

The princess got lucky, she managed to find a dress that seemed unworn and she threw it over, not caring about undergarments.

She was about to walk out, when she grabbed another clean cloth. Emily also put her dirty clothes and the used washcloth into a pile so that Al would not just stumble over it.

The girl hoped her friend would understand, she took one last look to make sure she had not forgotten something, before turning around and leaving, making sure to close the door properly behind her.

Her next stop was the kitchen, the princess wasn't looking for food though. She walked straight to the stove and smiled when she noticed the fire..

Emily pulled up a large pan and filled it with water, waiting for it to heat up, so that she could then fill it into one of the clay jugs, to bring it with her.

It took a while and Emily waited patiently, only to realise, that she had no more pockets. That's when she remembered the letter and the girl nearly dropped the jug.

She ran back to her friends room, praying silently that the letter was still in good condition, rummaging through the pile of clothes until she could feel the old parchment under her finger tips.

The girl was lucky, the letter was not damaged and she pressed it against her heart, just happy that it was still there.

Emily walked back to the kitchen, the letter hidden away in the waistband of the skirt part of her dress, she pulled the pan off the stove and nearly burned herself pouring the water into the jug.

The princess then took the cotton cloth and the jug and went back up, doing her best to not spill any of the hot water.

This time she did not care about other's seeing her, plus the coat was still on the floor of the kitchen, where she had left it earlier. It was not as if she could hide.

Zayn and Niall had managed to pull the captain off of Niall's floor and they had done their best to carry him into his chambers.

He was dirty and smelled like alcohol, so they both decided to not put him in bed, but rather see if they could undress him a little.

Niall was not of much help, carrying the captain up had exhausted him and he was now leaning against the wall, holding his wound with a pained expression on his face while gasping for air.

Zayn was slightly disgusted by the Captain, alcohol was something he despised and seeing his once dear friend in such a state just showed him how bad of a drug this substance was.

He lifted him onto a chair and started untying his boots, pulling them off only to throw them to the side. He felt like he was a servant once again, but Zayn closed his eyes and pushed these thoughts away.

He went up and opened the captain's shirt by pulling on the linen cord. He then pulled the once white fabric over his head, revealing a toned stomach.

A part of him felt slightly uncomfortable, but he knew that he had to help him, so he opened his trousers and pulled them off, while holding his upper body.

It must've looked weird, but Niall seemed occupied and Emily was not yet back. He carried the captain over to the bed and did his best to make him lie down.

Surprisingly the captain was still snoring, clearly incapable of doing anything consciously.

Zayn pulled the duvet over the snoring mess that was supposed to be their captain and was ready to leave, when Emily entered the room, carrying what looked like a jug filled with water.

"Can you help me," she asked, gesturing towards the empty basin in the corner.

"What do you want me to do," Zayn asked and she replied immediately.

"Please put the basin onto the chair and pull the chair next to the bed."

Zayn did as he was asked and watched her pour water into it. She dropped what looked like a white cloth into the basin, before getting up and walking somewhere.

Emily opened the drawer in the study until she found what she was looking for, a bar of soap, made from oil.

She went back and sat down on the bed, taking the cloth out of the water and squeezing the liquid out, before rubbing the soap into the cotton. Once she was done she put the soap next to the basin on the chair, before turning towards the captain.

At first she cleaned his face, carefully wiping away specs of dirt, stopping every other time to wash out the cloth and apply some more soap.

She continued cleaning his face, moving on to his neck and his shoulders. Emily stopped, when she reached his chest, chestnut coloured hair proving that there was indeed a man in front of her.

Luckily his hands were dirty so she concentrated on them, cleaning each finger individually, carefully making sure no dirt was left on them.

The princess felt eyes on her and she wanted to turn around and address Zayn, when someone grabbed her hand and startled her.

Emily shrieked once again and dropped the washcloth, looking to the hand that was holding hers.

It was the same hand that she had just cleaned and her eyes wandered up over his chest to his face.

Green eyes looked into hers and she felt as if he was pushing all the air out of her lungs just by his gaze.

"Please," he whispered and Emily watched him. It was as if he wasn't entirely sure what he wanted.

Harry stared into the air, holding her hand nearly painfully, not ready to let go. He was too exhausted and too drunk to properly take in his surroundings, so he did his best to collect his thoughts.

"You make me feel so vulnerable, it scares me," he finally confessed, surprised ho easy the words flew from his lips. He then released her from his tight grip, before he continued.

"All I can see is you, even if I close my eyes. Your beauty and pureness is taunting me." He sobbed silently and for a moment the princess thought it was over. But the captain spoke up once again.

"Sometimes I want to taint your innocence because it reminds me of how bad I really am."

Zayn had watched them the whole time and moved closer, ready to strike once he heard the captains words. But nothing happened.

Harry just closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Emily let him, she picked up the washcloth and dropped it in the basin, taking the soap back to it's original place.

Niall must've left, but she didn't realise until now. Zayn followed her, after checking on the captain one last time.

Once Emily turned around she noticed Zayn directly behind her. It made her jump a little and he put his hand on her arm to calm her.

"Sorry," he mumbled, before giving her some space.

Emily pulled out the letter from under her skirt and walked towards the desk, pulling out a map from all the papers and putting it on top of everything, before sitting down.

"You know," she started, "you were not completely wrong."

"I was not," Zayn asked, clearly not sure what they were talking about.

"You were right about the fact that we need a plan," the princess stated, before inspecting the map closer. She gestured for him to join her and he followed her demand.

"Do you know where we are," she then asked and he nodded.

"I think I can figure out where," he stated, pulling out the logbook and checking it.

The girl looked along the coastline, her fingers drawing along it while she silently pronounced the names of each city until she stopped.

"Rostock," she whispered and Zayn looked up in confusion. "Rostock," she announced louder. That's where our journey can start.

"Journey," Zayn questioned.

"Yes, look," Emily stated, pointing him towards the seaside city. "See, we can get off the ship there."

"And then," Zayn inquired.

"Then we get a coach to bring us closer to Berlin."

Emily pulled out the letter and pointed at the top right corner. "See," she said. "This says it was written in 1701 and the writer was staying at the Berlin city palace." She pointed towards the writing.

"There it is, Berliner Stadtschloss." Zayn watched her closely as she beamed with excitement. "I know this place, I've been there before."

She remembered her last dream. "I remember everything vividly, as if I only visited yesterday," she then told him.

Zayn looked a little concerned. "Are you sure, that we can sneak in there."

"Definitely," the princess nodded. "I know someone who has lived there their whole life. She will help us."

Emily jumped up and straight into Zayns arms. He was surprised by her sudden emotional outburst, but held her nonetheless.

"All will be well again, Zayn," the princes whispered into his chest and her enthusiasm rubbed off onto him.

He was holding her close, the faint scent of lavender lingering in her hair and he wondered how she could still smell good despite everything she went through.

The young man knew that he had to keep going, they had a plan now and he wanted to help her. He pulled her a little closer, her head on his chest and he allowed himself to close his eyes for a second before he let go.

“How will we,” Emily started and the first mate knew the full question before she managed to say it all.

“I will go on deck and see that I direct the ship towards the harbour of Rostock,” he told her, his gaze wandering to the map. “Actually we’re not far off from the German coast, it should only take me the day.”

Emily put her hand on her chest and took a deep breath, before she opened her mouth again. “Don’t you think someone will notice what we’re doing?”

She looked him deep in the eyes and he could see the fear hiding in them.

“And if,” he questioned, tilting his head a little. “We’re just taking the ship into a different direction, nothing wrong with that.”

“But,” Emily started, brushing over her skirts only to grab the hem and fidgeting with it.

“But what, Emily,” he laughed hoarsely. “I tend to control the directions and even if they question us, what will they do.”

Emily looked up again, her cheeks red. “Harry could kill you for attempted mutiny.”

Zayn could not control himself any longer and started laughing loudly, his shoulders moving up and down to the rhythm.

“Darling,” he began. “Finding out the truth will be Harry’s next mission, once he sobers up.”

He stepped closer, so close that she could feel his body heat on her skin and he lifted up his hand and brushed away some loose locks of hers, his soft touch making her shiver.

“Princess,” he was so close that he only had to whisper. “He desires you.” The girl shifted her gaze to the floor and she balled the hem into her fists. “He will do everything in his power to prove your innocent.”

No,” she let out rather loudly, and he took a surprised step back. “I am sorry,” she immediately let follow. “What I mean is,” she took another deep breath and tried to find the right words.

“If he actually wanted to believe I am innocent he would’ve not acted the way he did.” She now looked straight into Zayns eyes again, a certain look of determination and frustration mixed up together in her eyes.

“Oh princess,” he chuckled again and it made her roll her eyes at him. “Harry is a pirate.”

“And,” Emily questioned.

“And pirates are not used to such fragile,” his hand wandered up again brushing over her cheeks and while she generally enjoyed his closeness to her it still made her blush. “beautiful creatures and the way these act.”

“And how do we act,” she let out fast. “Do enlighten me.”

“Oh Emily,” Zayn replied, taking a step back, his hands up in defense. “I mean no insult.” She relaxed a little not even noticing before that she had put her body under such tension.

“All I want to say is that Harry and everyone else, me included, is not used to the company of a woman.”

“Al is a woman,” way Emily’s quick reply.

“Al is a pirate, probably the most dangerous on the ship. She is different.”

“Oh Zayn,” Emily only replied, a look of annoyance in her eyes. “Al is as much a woman as I am.”

“I never....”, he started, but she stopped him.

“I know, you mean no insult. But you lot seem to forget that Alvilda is a woman and thus earns a certain kind of respect.”

“I don’t think there is anyone here who does not respect her.” Zayn smiled a little.

“But you respect her because of her actions, when you should respect her with or without them.”

He looked a little confused now. “I am not sure that I can follow, princess.”

“Simple,” Emily stated. “Just realise that she is a woman and don’t you dare to see her as anything less than capable because of that.”

Zayn drove through his hair, clearly confused. “So you want me to see her as a weak woman and a strong pirate.”

Emily huffed in annoyance before addressing him again. “First, woman aren’t weak, period!” She shook her head a little. “And second I want you to realise that Al is a living human. She can be both, a female and a pirate. She can be weak and there is nothing wrong with it.”

The princess turned around and walked through the room. “In fact,” she started, not looking him into the eyes. “We’re all weak at times and it is important to allow ourselves that.”

“I am never,” Zayn started, but stopped immediately when he saw the look in her face.

“Even you,” the girl shook her head again.” Zayn,” she continued. “You are a human being and you feel emotions and there is nothing wrong with that.”

“Emotions are a burden,” he let out and his words came out so cold, it shocked her a little.

“Zayn,” she continued, walking over to him and grabbing his hands. “Emotions can burden you, but they make a life worth living.”

He looked at her, uncertain, and she realised that it was too much to get through to him in just one night. “Just promise me,” she said. “Promise me you will allow yourself to feel your emotions.”

He took a deep breath, her pleading look burning an image into his heart. “I promise,” he finally breathed out, his lips moving towards her hand where he kissed her softly.

“Thank you,” she replied, and he let go of her, biting his lower lip a little.

“I should,” he started and she nodded in approval.

“Until tomorrow, Zayn,” the princess said, before turning on her feet and heading into the chamber. He watched her close the door and a little sting of jealousy hit him when he realised that she would now spend the night in the same room as the captain.

He did not allow himself to overthink it too much, instead he headed outside to start their journey.

Emily had opened the door silently and sneaked into the chamber now, carefully watching her steps to ensure that she would not wake the captain by accident.

She tiptoed closer and smiled a little when she saw him.

The almighty captain was lying in bed, the covers on the ground. His head was actually resting on the pillow and his body was in a fetal position.

His eyes were closed and she kneeled down in front of him, hoping he wouldn’t wake up.

Once she was close she realised how delicate and long his eyelashes were, and she could see his eyes move under his lids, wondering what he might dream of.

His chest moved up and down and his soft breathing was the only sound besides the waves crashing against the planks of the ship.

She noticed just how peaceful he looked and Emily wondered where this young man was when he was awake. He looked softer and more like a boy than a man, a look that she found far more pleasant.

The way he looked now helped her to calm her nerves, she didn’t feel scared of him right now and that comforted her.

He was sleeping on his hand, but moved which led to the hand to drop down, right in front of her. Emily grabbed it, she wanted to lift it back onto his chest, but once she felt his skin she moved his hand onto her cheek and allowed herself to be weak for a second.

She closed her eyes and felt the warmth radiating from his hand onto her cheek, the palm still warm from him using it as a pillow for so long.

For a moment she imagined that he would hold her like this, comfort her and let her rest and she stayed like this, taking the warmth in and lying to herself that she was loved.

He shook her out of her dreams when he moved again, pulling his hand from her embrace and moving so that he was now facing the wall.

Emily smiled sadly and got up, she bowed down and kissed his head, for a moment forgetting the horrors he had put her through.

She looked through the room and took the cover with her, before walking towards the armchair. She remembered how he had once sat in there and watched her wake up.

The princess climbed onto the furniture and tried to find a comfortable position before she pulled the cover over her body and closed her eyes, allowing her body to rest.

Just before she closed her eyes her gaze went back to the captain, fast asleep and huddled up like a child. The moonlight was illuminating him in a soft light and a part of her hoped that she would be able to see him that peaceful more often.

When Zayn left the study, he closed the door carefully before leaning against it, the back in his head pressed against the wood while his eyes wandered up into the sky, searching as if the stars would give him an answer.

He moved his left hand down his upper body until it came to rest on the hem of his breeches. He searched for his pocket and when he found it his hand slid in, feeling the cold metal of the compass under his fingertips.

Pulling out the important instrument he opened it and moved away from the door, closer to one of the only light sources on deck, a tallow candle that was always burning during night.

He held the compass close to the light and opened it, watching what it’ll show him. Once he saw the direction they were going he nodded to himself and closed the compass again, before carefully storing it away.

Zayn blinked a couple of times, before he continued his journey, the first steps slightly clumsy, then slowly gaining back full control of his sight.

He made his way up to the ship´s wheel to adjust their journey a little and smiled in solitude once he was done.

Managing the ships directions was not going to be difficult now and he decided to rest for a moment, removing his jacked and putting it onto the ground to sit on it, his back resting against the ship’s rail.

He allowed himself to close his eyes for a moment and it was only then that he truly realised how tired his body was. Sleep took over and took him by the hand to guide him into dreamland.

It all seemed so realistic to him, he walked around the ship, touching the wooden panels and feeling the rough texture under his fingertips.

He walked around, until he heard a small voice. “You know that she will never love you.”

He swiftly turned his head only to be faced by his younger self, looking barely older than all these years ago, when he first laid eyes on the princess.

“What do you mean,” he questioned his younger self, bowing down a little to look himself in the eyes. An eery shiver went down his spine when their gaze met.

“You love her,” the young boy simply stated. “You will always lover her, and she will never love you.”

A hint of sadness was visible in both their eyes, but Zayn shook his head and got up again. “She might not love me,” he addressed himself. “But she cares for me.”

The younger one looked surprised.

“There is more than one kind of love, you know,” the older one informed him and offered him his hand. The offer was embraced and both walked onto the ship’s deck.

“Want me to show you something,” the first mate asked and the young boy nodded excitingly.

They walked straight into the study, unseen by its inhabitants. It was as if Zayn had turned back time and walked back into the scene of an hour or so ago.

Emily was jumping into his arms, embracing him lovingly and the young Zayn watched the scene with his eyes wide open.

“She likes us,” the little one finally let out and Zayn took him into his arms and laughed.

“Yes, she does.” He rested his forehead against the young boys and continued. “We always wanted to be her friend, remember.” He could feel his younger version nod. “Well, that dream came true.”

With that Zayn carried himself out of the room and onto deck.

He put him down and watched him closely as the kid spoke again. “Do you wish someone would’ve cared for us, when we were young?”

“Someone did,” Zayn stated. “Harry did.”

“Is that, why you struggle with letting him go now?”

Zayn furrowed his bows, but deep down he knew that his younger self was right. Harry was like a brother and while family fights, they never give up on one another, until they die.

“Was I too harsh,” he asked and the young boy shook his head.

“Family means saying even the things that hurt, because you want them do be better.”

“Is that so,” Zayn chuckled. The little one nodded. “Well then I should tell you to get some sleep.”

His younger version looked up. “It’s not like I am the only kid not able to sleep on this ship.” Then he disappeared.

Zayn opened his eyes, realising that dawn was settling in. He jumped up and pulled out the compass, realising with a sigh of relief that their direction was still on course.

Only then did he allow himself to stretch his sore muscles, a moan of delight escaping from his lips.

That’s when he noticed some movement behind him and he turned around his eyes scanning the darkness.

“Who is there,” he questioned, but it went unanswered. “Show yourself,” he demanded a little louder stepping closer to the part of the ship where he assumed the person was hiding.

He wondered just why there was so much stuff lying around, it was easy for anyone to just hide between it. Zayn made a mental note to make the crew clean up everything soon, but for now his goal was to find his intruder.

Searching for someone in the dark proved difficult, but eventually he managed to make out some body parts. Rather small body parts, as he looked closer.

He stepped closer to the hideout and with one swift movement grabbed the collar of the boy and pulled him up.

It was Jack, the little knight of his princess. He smiled internally, but his face was stone cold.

“What do you want here, boy,” he demanded to know, setting him onto the ground and watching him.

Jack just looked up with his big blue eyes. “I wanna help.” He sounded rather insecure.

“Help,” Zayn wondered. “What do you want to help with.”

Jack looked down onto his dirty shoes uncertain how to best say it. Then he finally managed to muster up the courage and he replied.

“I want to help you with Emily.”

“Why?”, was the surprised question that escaped Zayns lips before he could stop himself. Only then did he realise that Jack seemed to know a lot more than he should.

“I miss her smile.” The words flew through the air and the soft breeze carried them away.

Zayn wanted to asked where he even knew that Emily needed help, but when he looked down again he noticed the sadness in the little boys eyes. It reminded him of his own past and before he noticed it he had already kneed down and engulfed the young boy in a hug.

His thoughts went back to the dream he had earlier and it was as if his younger selfs voice echoed in the back of his head. >>Do you wish someone would’ve cared for us when we were younger<<

Zayn felt the small body in his arms, shaking a little and clearly overwhelmed and scared. It was then that he realised, that it was on him now to care. To guide the boy and help him survive.

So he allowed himself to care.

He tousled the young boys’ hair before whispering something. “I miss it too, Jack.” Only seconds later he could feel his shirt wetted from the boys’ tears. He was still so young and Zayn could feel his own memories of the burden of life at that age crash down on him.

“Don’t cry, it’ll be alright. I promise!” Once he said it guild hushed over his face because no matter how much he wanted to believe his own words he knew that he might not be right. But it was enough for Jack, the boy looked up, the tear-stained eyes were gleaming with hope.

Zayn decided that he needed to distract him. “Have you ever navigated a ship?” That question made the boy shook his head in awe. “Do you want to?”

Zayn didn’t wait for his answer, he only held out his hand and smiled silently when he felt the tiny hand inside his own.

TBC

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