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date: 13/07/2024

quick summary: tuesday of the following week; tae is hanging out with his friends at adrielle's place; adrielle wants to become the school's president; tae stalks oc's instagram

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—Now playing: Master Baster (Jammin’) by Stevie Wonder ✫

One could firmly state that a week has an original appearance in everyone’s mind.

Mondays are blue, tiring, heavy and overall an experience anyone would want to skip after a lazy Sunday.

Tuesday can be heavy too but they’re bright which enlightens your mood—their weight doesn’t matter because Monday was enough for you to get the cue that the week had started.

Wednesdays are grey, the chance of rain is so high and the gloomy look of the day dawns upon you draining you of every energy you have but you remind yourself that it’s just Wednesday so you hype yourself up.

Thursdays. Now Thursdays are like Tuesdays because they’re bright and heavy but the weight is multiplied because you’re genuinely tired and just want to get it over with.

Fridays might feel heavy too but it’s just because you want them to end soon so you’re, by default, lazy from the moment you wake up.

On Saturdays, after a good amount of sleep, you have great energy you most likely want to burn in hobbies, parties and overall enjoyment—although it’s not always like that.

While you can party on Friday and Saturday night, on Sunday you must not do anything that would leave traces till the following day so no parties, no refurnishing or painting a bedroom, nothing that could take a physical toll on you—Mondays are as boring and tiring as they are and must not worsen.

Despite it being just his second week of school, the third for others, Taehyung had already entered this cycle.

It was Tuesday, a bright day, as aforementioned. The previous week was rainy but now the sun had returned with the lovely breeze that adorns the town in late summer. Yes, it could’ve been gloomy and rainy but it didn’t feel like it to him ever since he discovered the existence of the new town girl in his school. She had the power to brighten the gloomiest of days and make all the stress within him wither by just existing.

An exact week, seven days, has passed since the first time he’d set eyes on her. Last Wednesday was a day of downpours but he still went to school by bus refusing Jungkook’s offer for a ride. He wanted to see that angel again and admire her beauty from afar but like the previous day, his plans were shattered when he didn’t see her get on the bus. He later assumed she got a ride to school when he saw her getting to class in the morning.

Throughout the rest of the week, during break times he’d search for her and his eyes would catch her in front of the same window, eating her snack and leaning on the windowsill looking unfairly pretty.

He’d studied her fashion style. From an objective point of view, it was pretty simple, nothing too extravagant, just good skill at combining colours but, according to him, it was awesome, she’d found what was best for her, what made her feel like herself—but even if she wore rags, he’d still consider her a goddess.

His studies allowed him to conclude that she loved low-rise bottoms whether they were pants, skirts or shorts. She also had a thing for small shirts, not the heavily cropped ones but just enough to expose the lower belly.

He could also affirm that she probably liked lacy things: she enjoyed wearing shirts with lacy top and bottom edges. She wasn’t shy when it came to dressing. Would expose a little bit of cleavage when she felt like it and cover it when she didn’t but her cleavage wasn’t what made him curious. Whenever she did expose her cleavage, she’d wear nicely combined necklaces that made him praise her fashion style even more.

But let’s not forget his favourite part of her. Her hair which she barely styled. Left down sometimes, held up with a hairpin or a pencil other times. Taehyung loved their waves and felt like they played a big role in her visuals—although he’d still be drooling over her even if she was bald.

Jimin didn’t know all this as he talked to him, ignoring the silence he was receiving. Jimin was the type of friend who enjoyed sending his friends reels and funny videos. Taehyung was the type of friend who wouldn’t keep up with them, occasionally liking some but not all.

Jimin knew this hence he was talking to Taehyung nonstop, showing him the videos, explaining the meanings behind them and why they were amusing. Taehyung would only glance in his direction and smile when he’d see him laughing his ass out. ‘Oh that’s my cue to react,’ his mind would tell him.

But the videos weren’t always about being funny—or adorable, like cat videos—some were of skaters getting seriously injured or of recipes. Taehyung was like a folder to Jimin. He found discomfort in having to save the videos in a folder so he’d directly send them to Taehyung because, out of all his friends, he was the one he texted the most so he was always the first in the top line of contacts.

“Look at this shit,” he began once again, phone pushed in Taehyung’s face, “Don’t know what he was trying to do but bro set the whole street on fire. Look at that!” he exclaimed in shock, finally capturing Taehyung’s attention as he too was left astounded by it. “Fuck!”

On the room’s left wall, which faced the anteroom, was a row of windows interrupted by a wide sliding door that led to the backyard. There were Jungkook and Avyanna. That was their usual spot in Adrielle’s house. While she and Taehyung studied and did their homework, with Jimin trying to catch up behind them, these two would simply be in a corner playing or smoking.

They loved getting drunk for the simple sake of it, playing cards and punishing the loser with rounds of drinks. If you want to bring out the creativity in them, you’d simply have to bring alcohol and some cards. Voilà.

Currently, they were playing simple Uno cards though.

“Jungkook, I’ve already told you. That’s not how you do it,” Avyanna whined, throwing herself back in exhaustion, “Fuck that!—”

“No! It’s a rule, Kook! Follow it!” she proceeded. “A rule that you brought out of your ass cause I’ve never heard of it”. Jungkook had a leg spread out while the other bent against his chest, permitting his arm to rest on it, hand falling nonchalantly and crowned by various bracelets adding up to the decorations drawn on his skin. He was dressed in a pair of baggy light-blue jeans, and his grey hoodie was on the couch, leaving him in a baggy T-shirt.

“No, I didn’t. In the original game, you play like that,” Avyanna faced him, legs folded allowing her to sit on her heels as she sat up straight to concentrate and play. The top of her thighs was covered by a jean skirt, and a little bit of belly showed because of her red cropped top.

“Anna, this is a table version of it where rules are passed on verbally and exist to make the game more fun…not fairer,” he smirked, enjoying the look of utter disbelief on her face.

“Kook, you can’t be serious,”

“Fuck yes, I am. And anyway from when do you know shit about Uno? It’s just a silly game,” Avyanna’s dramatic gasp made the laugh he was holding back spill out, “What? It’s just a silly game. Funny that you don’t know anything that is actually useful but know a few stupid Uno rules—”

“Kook!—”

“Am I lying? The other time in class you pondered too abnormally long on what is six times eight. Like, Anna, be for real,” now it was Avyanna’s turn to laugh. The event he just referred to was, as she named it, a slight moment of confusion because she hadn’t fully got into the routine of school. “Oh, come on. That was just because my head was still on holiday—”

“But six times eight? Six times eight!?” his dramatic screams made her laugh even more as she recalled the dumbfounded look on his face when it happened. If she had water in her mouth in that moment she would’ve involuntarily spat it on his face for how funny he looked.

“It’s the easiest to remember because it rhymes with eight. In fact, it contains eight!” the look of disbelief she had before had transferred on his face and she was back in the moment when the event occurred for the first time in class.

“Darling, if you can’t remember what is six times eight, you can’t tell me half shit about how to play this stupid game,” he shook his head as he played his card for the game to continue. “Now I can’t even have a moment to shine. I’m a girl of very few talents. Give me a break,” she confessed, laughter lacing her tone as she also played her card.

“Oh but if I am the one telling you that you don’t know shit you’ll be all like: Kook!” he mimicked her, her eyes bulged out of their sockets at the bad impersonification, “Stop! And shit like that,” she let out a breathy gasp, shocked by his words and how he badly whiny made her sound. A smile prevented her mouth from fully opening.

“You know what? You wanna make the game more fun? Let’s make up these stupid, senseless rules you talk about. The more we stack plus-four cards, the more shots we take,” slamming her deck of cards backwards on the floor, she rushed to open the bottle of alcohol sitting next to them and started pouring in the shots. Jungkook simply smirked, cockily smiling as he felt victory by his side.

Once she was done serving the drinks, she slammed her plus-four card into the game, determination on her face. Jungkook smirked again, slammed his plus-four card and wiggled his brows in her direction, determination on his face as well.

Avyanna wiggled her brows back and slammed another plus-four card. “We’re at plus twelve, Jeon,” she notified. He had only one plus-four card left and by how she sounded, he didn’t know if she was empty-handed or fully loaded but he had to go on.

“Plus sixteen,” he lowly spoke. They kept eye contact like they were two gamblers playing for their lives.

“Plus twenty,” her voice sounded like the sharp hiss of a snake. His strong demeanour slowly fell off and her smirk grew bigger.

“Oh, fuck you!” he finally gave up, her victorious and evil laugh as the background sound to his failure. “Fuck you, Kook. I fucked you up big time! I’m not that talentless, you see?” she sang, laughter slurring her words.

“Oh, shut up! That’s just luck,” he whined as he counted the cards he had to collect, “The same you have whenever you get a good grade in a subject you only ‘studied’ ten minutes before the test?” his droopy face brightened up, taking the statement as a compliment.

“And? You can’t call it beginner’s luck because I’m well-experienced,” Avyanna rolled her eyes, annoyed that her words had put an end to her moment of celebration.

“Shut up. Remember that the cards are not the only things you’ll be taking today,” she wiggled her brows again, seeing that his mood changed. “Hmm, interesting. Never knew you always had the intention to take me out, Avyanna. I’m offended. You shattered my heart into tiny pieces,” and she simply laughed, “And regardless, why the fuck out of seven cards you had that many plus-four cards? What fucking game were planning on playing?”

She whole-heartedly laughed again at his dramatic complaints and once she calmed down, she said: “Who gives a fuck? But I can’t let you take twenty shots… would be an unfairly easy way to die. I may not be smart but I can get creative”. His reply was a simple blow of smoke into her face right after he turned the cigarette on. She smacked his leg as payback.

This was the atmosphere lacing Adrielle’s home.

Right after arriving, the blondie had gone upstairs to get changed and was finally joining her friends. Since the weather wasn’t too cold yet, she opted for simple shorts and a white off-shoulder top.

“Hey, y’all! I’ve been working on something hit since last year”, Adrielle spoke as she walked into the living room. The original aim of this meeting was for study purposes. They didn’t have much to work on at the moment although they felt like a test was at the door and just needed an official announcement from the teacher for it to come in uninvited.

Adrielle, though, had been working on something but, like she stated, not just for the past few weeks of school.

The sunny day outside did justice to her living room, shining light through the many windows that occupied most of the confining walls and reflecting on the light-coloured furniture. She was the only one with soft slippers on while her friends were all in socks, some lying on the couch, others sitting on the carpet. In her hands was a blue ring binder.

Ignoring the lack of verbal response from her friends, she proceeded to the centre of the room and slammed the ring binder on the coffee table, finally getting everyone’s attention.

They didn’t move though, just looked up at her from their phones or the TV—or Uno cards.

“I want to become the school’s president this year but I need a team before I can run for it,” and everyone froze, brain-processing her words.

“Wait what?” Avyanna asked, clearing her voice after just taking a shot of alcohol. Adrielle repeated her words even more slowly so they could register and let the words sink in. She was firm on her decision.

“Oh, well then. I can join you,” Taehyung immediately offered himself and right back at him was Jimin. Adrielle smiled and accepted their help, happy to get their support.

“Well… finally. ‘Been thinking about why you haven’t done it yet,” Jungkook simply commented, moving closer to Taehyung who was exploring the blue ring binder’s content.

She rolled her eyes at the statement and simply sat between Jimin and Taehyung as she explained her plans for the campaign. Meanwhile, Avyanna was still astonished.

“All these are easy for you to do, you’ve got the money and the power,” Taehyung explained, simplifying the issue, “Yeah, he’s right. You’ve already won basically. It's giving nepotism a bit though,” Jimin affirmed, making Adrielle initially shily blush but she was soon rolling her eyes at the last words. “Don’t jinx it!” she only replied.

“When are the elections?” Taehyung asked, getting even more serious, “So first, we’ll have to advertise our team—”

“And that’s already done. Are you forgetting who we are?” Jungkook butted in, words coming out messily due to the cigarette between his lips.

“ First, smoke that shit outside. Second, no, I’m not forgetting Jungkook but we have to make things right and follow the rules so we still need to do things like creating an Instagram profile for our team, printing out flyers and doing practical changes in the school to get more votes,” Taehyung and Jimin nodded as they listened. In the meantime, someone else scoffed and got closer to them.

“Adrielle? One party at mine and we’re done,” Jungkook’s words disintegrated Jimin’s seriousness as he laughed, agreeing with him, “Taehyung, why are you looking at me like that? Your pretty face, in fact, our pretty faces will have all those naive freshman kids drooling. They’d do anything to get on our good side and what’s better than a party open for everyone? Nothing.” Jungkook spoke, almost theatrically, gesturing with his whole body, expressions decorating his face to enhance his words.

“Jungkook, how you say it is weird. We’re not some bullies or law-breakers so following the rules, as Adrielle said, is the right thing to do,” Taehyung softly spoke, facing his interlocutor.

“Hmm, talking about following the rules,” Jungkook simply side-eyed Avyanna before proceeding with his opinion.

“No, we’re not some evil jackasses who like to expose people’s secrets to instore fear in them but you want to tell me that I’d be lying if I say a party at mine is all you honestly need?” Avyanna rolled her eyes as she listened to him, not moving from her previous position in the backyard. Silence was the reply he got though.

“Damn, didn't know y’all liked to follow rules so bad but anyway, y’all do your shit, I do mine. You do the boring part and I do the fun part. Nice deal, don’t y’all think? We merge the two like they do in politics. One side for the good and one for the bribing,” he laughed.

“I’d want to object to that and tell you to contribute in the ‘boring’ part but it’s better if you don’t so deal! And get that shit out of my house!” and Jungkook loudly cheered. Has been craving to throw a party since he got back from holidays, already fed up with school’s monotonous routine.

“Nana can help me with restoring the school’s garden. That shit looks like a graveyard, but I still have to ask her though” Adrielle proceeded, talking to a serious Taehyung and a giggling Jimin who was trying to pay attention to her words but was focused on laughing at Jungkook’s jokes.

Nana was Taehyung’s grandmother with whom Adrielle was very close. She was his inexistent sister and his grandma’s inexistent granddaughter.

“As I was saying, firstly there will be a day dedicated to the presentations—it’s a not full day but most of it—and then, a week or two later, there are elections. Everything is done between mid and late October so we have like a month to do everything, barely even, so we have to act fast. You guys down for this? Let's all run as a team?” she questioned, looking for agreement in her friends’ eyes—or at least anything at all.

“I can help you with it. Presentations included,” Taehyung calmly spoke, “Me too,” Jimin raised his hand.

“I'll take care of the parties and Avyanna will use her face for clout-chasing—”

“Oh, fuck you, Jungkook! Fuck you and your backhanded compliments,” she hissed at her now-cackling friend.

Filling the papers contained in the blue ring binder, other than the garden renovation plan, were also plans of reconstructing some parts of the gym and most especially forming a serious cheerleading team for the school.

So far, the easiest to achieve was the garden revival plan but that would come after creating their social media profile and the flyers for advertisement.

“When are we starting?” Avyanna inquired, arms crossed around her chest, trying to come off as unbothered to Jungkook since he was trying to walk past her and she wanted to hit him without missing her shot.

“Technically it's right now—”

“But practically isn't. We should set up a meeting for us to work on this. A date could be…?” as Avyanna spoke, her eyes glanced in Jungkook’s direction, waiting for the right moment to strike. He knew this and was trying to outsmart her.

“Careful Adrielle, she’s trying to take your spotlight— oh, sorry, she wouldn’t last a second there. Lacks so many things—”

“Oh, fuck you!” she screamed, launching forward onto him but missing just for a little so she didn't give up and ran after him. His loud giggles echoed through the room.

“Friday and Saturday?” Adrielle proposed and all agreed except for Avyanna and Jungkook—too busy being kids.

As they left the room, the topic soon changed—the blue ring binder soon out of sight—moving from campaign preparations to homework and studying for which Taehyung was always down. Jimin on the other hand was already tired of sitting still for too long and wanted to do something more practical and fun than homework: cooking. So he stood up, waved his friends goodbye and went to the kitchen to have his type of fun.

Avyanna and Jungkook soon went back to playing Uno.

Taehyung was sitting on the carpet, opposite Adrielle with his books spread out on the glass coffee table. Headphones covered his ears and isolated him from the curse words polluting the air around him—thanks to Jungkook and Avyanna. In front of him, Adrielle adjusted her hair, rolling it all to one side so she could write and unconsciously covering a bit of the skin revealed by her off-shoulder top.

Less than an hour later, Jimin’s doings started leaving traces all around the house, the perfume moved from the kitchen to the hallways and the living room, stimulating the now rumbling stomachs of Jungkook and Avyanna who made a beeline for the kitchen.

—Now playing: Light by Wave To Earth ✫

Adrielle’s house was a big two-story building that seemed to have contained generations and generations of her family. It was the farthest from school, deeper in the outskirts of town hence the humongous land it occupied with space to park as many cars as they wanted, both indoors, in a garage, and outdoors, space to have a greenhouse, a well-designed green space ornated with hedges, flowers, trees, a swing here and benches there.

The house in question followed a light theme both outside and inside with sand-coloured bricked walls outside and a light-grey roofing. The interior waved between white and honey-coloured shades.

Just the anteroom was very wide but was nothing compared to the living room attached to it, peeking through the wide opening of separation. The light that shone all over the room came from the windows facing the anteroom and the tall ones above it on the first floor.

“Man, I love your cooking. If I were your child and didn’t hit the gym as much as I do, I’d become obese in the blink of an eye. I’d eat nonstop,” Jungkook mumbled as he chewed. “That would happen only if I cooked unhealthy foods but I’m an expert in this field. I know everything I need to know,”

“Not true. You still have things you learn as you grow,” Avyanna said before biting on her piece of food. “Yeah, yeah. You know what I mean. You don’t need to spoil the mood,” he whined, causing her to laugh, happy to have gained the reaction she wanted.

“Anyway, this is a recipe I created by myself,” immediately, his friends’ eyes bulged out in surprise as they hurried to compliment him, trying not to choke on their food. Meanwhile, Jimin proudly let the praise sink in as he nodded and crossed his arms.

Their loud talking soon distracted the students in the living room, mainly Adrielle and as she left, it called for Taehyung’s attention who took his headphones off and followed her to the kitchen. “There they come! My very diligent babies. Come have some of this before these lazy sacks of potatoes eat everything up,” Jimin cheered, gaining groans and eye rolls from the people he just mocked.

“Where I come from, who works the most gets to eat the most. Your lazy asses are still full of energy, don’t need extra. It’s not like y’all will spend it anyway,” he scolded them like a mother, “Oh, you don’t know!” Jungkook began, faking a dramatic cry, “This… t-this atrocious excuse of a human being—”

“Huh, me?” Avyanna looked at Jungkook, a smile across her face as he pretended to be a scared baby hiding behind Jimin’s shoulders and pointing at the perpetrator with teary eyes. Funny cause Jimin is shorter than him.

“She attempted to take me out by forcing me to take twenty shots of alcohol, a strong one at that. Jimin…” he whined, pulling on his arm and exaggeratedly pouting. Avyanna couldn’t hold back from laughing as she tried to defend herself.

“Never forced him. We stacked up to plus-twenty cards. He complained about the game being boring so I decided to spice it up. Sorry,” immediately, Jungkook’s voice went back to serious as he too wanted to clear any misunderstanding and defend himself.

Jimin, in all this, paid close to no attention as he simply smiled at their childish behaviour.

“The game was never boring to begin with but you wanted it to take a boring turn because the original game…” and back he was to impersonating Avyanna in such a vile way that dragged a full-hearted laugh from everyone in the kitchen and a dramatic gasp from Avyanna herself.

“I don’t sound like that, you piece of shit!” she screamed hoping he’d stop but he kept going.

“Avyanna, what’s six times eight—”

“Jeon Jungkook!” she screamed while everyone exploded in a guffaw.

—Now playing: Ditto by New Jeans ✫

They never went back to studying again after the episode. Actually, it ended in a slight fight between Jungkook and Taehyung about who was going to take the last piece left on the plate. Taehyung stood on Jimin’s previous words about the quantity of food he’s entitled to eat since he studied more than Jungkook did. Jungkook called the saying stupid and simply said that since he hits the gym more often than Taehyung, he burns more calories so he’s entitled to have it, in fact, he has to eat more since he has to grow more muscles.

Jimin tried to find a compromise by offering to share the piece in two but the contestants wouldn’t accept. He looked around for back up but he found the girls choosing their fighter and rooting for them, Avyanna for Taehyung and Adrielle for Jungkook.

Both the boys side-eyed the girls at the odd choice.

“Oh, you know I studied and he didn’t at all,” Taehyung whined at Adrielle.

“Avyanna, we do shit together the whole time. This ain’t the time to betray me,” Jungkook explained to which Avyanna replied: “Thank your god you have anyone rooting for you at all.

In the end, while Jimin tried to share the piece, he quickly chugged it all up and ran out of the room, leaving the boys bamboozled and the girls laughing their butts out.

Jungkook offered Taehyung to ally so they could go search for Jimin and hold him hostage so he could remake the delicious food for them but Taehyung refused and simply said he was tired. Jungkook didn’t back down though as he offered the same to the girls who were down for it just to have some fun.

So, while the three went Jimin hunting, Taehyung excused himself to the backyard for a reason none of them would’ve guessed—at least that he knows of.

He wanted to look for the mysterious girl through Cleo’s profile. That was his only lead for the moment.

With his food in one hand and his phone in the other, he found a seat that wouldn’t have him back-facing the entrance to the backyard and risk getting caught. Only then did he settle down and hop onto the application, wondering why he hadn't done it beforehand.

He doesn't follow Cleo but, luckily, she has a public account so he can do what he wants without disturbing a soul.

She had lots of posts—wasn’t the type to overthink about it—and among the latest ones, he recognised the mysterious girl’s wavy hair pattern. He never clicked on anything so quickly in his life as he did on the post—it went almost instinctively. But his hopes were shattered when he saw that Cleo didn’t tag the mysterious girl’s profile on the post.

A mix of anxiety, disappointment and confusion overwhelmed his sense of reasoning as he went back, attempting to check Cleo’s following but, here too, she wasn’t shy and followed half the app’s users. He almost wanted to give up, a hint of sadness making its way into him when he noticed her highlights. How stupid of him not to have thought about them first.

The first highlight, the one he pressed on first as well, had exactly what he was looking for.

He didn’t know it but the first picture was the same taken on the first day of school. His pupils expanded, getting glossy as he marvelled at her beauty. “She’s unreal,” he whispered to himself, passing a hand on his face as if her beauty was frustrating him.

The very little tag at the bottom read: ‘4lavrel’. Once the profile opened, his eyes stopped racing up and down the screen as they did on Cleo’s profile. They slowed down, wanting to sip in as many details as they could, brain-storing them immediately in the long-term memory lane.

His analysis of her love for lacy things popped into his mind as he noticed her profile picture. Her profile was similar to his with barely any posts or full-face pictures. She mostly posted pictures of her surroundings from which he deduced that she indeed loved reading.

She undoubtedly had a calm demeanour as he could understand from the overall vibe of her feed and the aura around her in real life. He imagined how it’d be if he was closer to her or even spoke to her. A small tickling feeling rushed through his guts at the simple thought.

4lavrel. That was the name of her Instagram. Oh, he’d just found his new hobby. The only thing missing now was a fake account.

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Chapter 5:

Embry Call x FemReader (no use of y/n).

Sumary: You were best friends with Embry, Jacob and Quil. And you saw how each one of them walked away from you. What will happen when out of nowhere they try to fix their relationship?

A/N: Hello, again sorry to have disappeared. This chapter can be a bit boring but don't worry, for the next one it changes and there is an interesting appearance of Embry. Thank you for all the love you give to the fic💗💗

Twilight Masterlist.

Imprint Masterlist (this serie).

Despite trying to keep your tears from falling and wiping them away every time they did, Chris noticed your anguish anyway, being such an attentive person it was to be expected. When he asked you what had happened, you told him the truth; that you had not ended your relationship with that old friend well and the wound was still fresh.

"Okay, we're going to Seattle," Chris said after a few minutes as he started the car.

You were so focused on wiping away your tears in the car mirror that you were sure you had misheard "Wha-what did you say?"

"We'll go to your house and mine to get some things and then we'll drive to Seattle," he said simply, his gaze focused on the road.

You were frowning in utter bewilderment and all he did was drive home. "Why would we go to Seattle?" you asked puzzled

"Have you ever been there? It's great; the Space Needle, Pike Place Market and the Big Wheel, you'll love that I'm sure"

"Christopher, we can't go to Seattle, are you crazy?" you were completely turned towards him now, Chris just had a smile on his face.

"Why not? It's Thursday, our teachers will be missing tomorrow, we have Saturday and Sunday and if we want until Monday, we're going to have fun"

You looked at him stupefied, but you had to admit that the idea wasn't so unpleasant, a change of air would be welcome and Seattle wasn't far from Forks, just a few hours.

He began to smile at you when he noticed that your silence meant that you were beginning to think about the idea and every so often that he took his eyes off the road, he would stare at you while you heard him whisper "come on" and "it will be fun", as if it were the voice of your conscience trying to dissuade you from accepting and in the end you did.

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You picked up from your house two backpacks that you used to use for school; one full of the most necessary things like clothes and cleaning accessories, while the other only had your camera, your cell phone charger and the remaining space was for whatever you bought there in Seattle. Your father asked you a couple of questions about where you were going and when he was satisfied enough, he just told you to always keep your cell phone on to keep in touch.

Chris did the same, only when he left his house he had a full bag of snacks and drinks for the road in his hand, leaving them in the back seat as soon as he got in.

He had tuned into a radio that was playing the latest hits of that year while you made fun of the ridiculous number of groups he was a part of; volleyball, basketball, debate, etc.

"You're even part of the group that's in charge of taking care of the greenhouse" you said as he stopped behind some cars that were waiting to pay the toll.

"Someone has to take care of those plants" he replied as he counted the money in his hand.

"Okay that's right, I give you that. Who else is in the group with you?"

Chris looked at you letting out a sigh, you were sitting in the passenger seat amused waiting for his answer.

You pushed it with your hand "Come on, who?"

"Alice Cullen" he blurted out.

You laughed at that, not to make fun of her or anything, but it was funny that Chris, who was afraid of the Cullens, would spend an hour straight every Friday with one of them.

He waited until he paid to answer you "Don't laugh, she's nicer than I expected"

"Of course it is, they all are" you said remembering the thousands of times you shared the odd class with them, Jasper seemed to be the most withdrawn but Alice was always there to make the time more enjoyable.

"But they are strange" he answered. Little by little your laughter faded and a comfortable silence settled in both of us. The road was normally dark except for the truck coming up behind you, considering it was a long weekend for no one but you and Chris, it was understandable that the road was empty.

You had taken from the glove compartment one of the gums that he had given you earlier, when you heard him speak again "Did I ever tell you... the story of my great-grandmother?"

You said no and while he was still looking straight ahead, he spoke again "She was...pretty normal; she lived all her life in Alaska until she married my great-grandfather and they both started living in Forks. "They lived a quiet life until the Cullens moved to Forks and she just…freaked out.” His brows were knitted and his grip on the wheel softened, his eyes darting down the road like someone trying to search their memories.

"The Cullens?" you asked softly. He seemed really nervous and you didn't want to pester him with questions, but considering that this was a topic he brought up himself, it didn't seem like you were prying.

"She said that she already knew them, that she had been to Rosalie and Emmett's wedding many years ago in Alaska, she swore it was them and she just shut herself in her house until she died. She wouldn't even go out to the backyard of our house and I was the one who spent the most time with her"

"That's why you fear them" you declared realizing, you never knew where his dislike for the Cullens came from but you certainly hadn't expected that reason. Her great-grandmother had passed on all her fears to him.

"She used to tell me to be careful, that they won't hurt me as long as I'm out of their way. It gets worse with Edward, when I'm sitting with you and my attention drifts to them and memories of my great-grandmother invade my mind, He looks at me like he knows I'm thinking of them. It's like he knows everything about me and I can't understand why" he finished with a broken voice.

You didn't know what to say to that statement, how to make him feel better, maybe there wasn't even a way. So you simply rested your hand on his shoulder, stroking it there slowly with your thumb. He smiled at you and turned the music up higher, making him escape the stormy memories of him.

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laurenairay · 9 months

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I never thought - P. Grubauer

Summary: Meeting Philipp Grubauer was the last thing Sera expected.

This is my entry for @wyattjohnston’s winter fic exchange 2024. I had the joy of writing for @knifeshoeboys – I really hope you like this Philipp Grubauer story, Nicole! I had a lot of fun creating this sweet piece from all of your prompts.

Words: 1.7k

Warnings: fluff, slight anxiety, mildly secret romance

Title from On Purpose by Sabrina Carpenter

Sera liked her routine. Monday to Friday she worked from 8.30am to 5pm as the receptionist in one of the biggest law firms in Seattle. Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday, she went straight to the gym after work, cycling from the office, rotating her workouts between legs, arms, and core. Saturday mornings were back to the gym for a yoga class at 8am, before driving her car to the grocery store on the loop back to her apartment. It was predictable. It was safe. It was boring.

But at least she always knew what to expect.

It was just her luck that she couldn’t control the weather, really. Even more her luck that she’d left her umbrella in her car in stead of putting it in her gym bag – and that she’d parked on the other side of the parking lot. As Sera left the gym after her Saturday yoga class at the beginning of November, the rain was pouring down in sheets, and she knew without a doubt that she would get soaked to the bone, unable to shake the chill for hours. She could only imagine how badly the waves in her dark hair would be tangled after traipsing through this downpour.

But just as she was steeling herself to step out of the gym doors, she heard a groan of disbelief from behind her.

“Oh man, it’s really coming down, isn’t it?”

The light accent – definitely European – caught her attention, and she turned her head to see a tall handsome man smiling wryly at her. As her blue eyes locked with his hazel ones, she felt her breath hitch in her throat, and she couldn’t help herself from smiling back at him.

“Not a great start to the weekend, no,” she mused.

He barked out a laugh, making her stomach flutter with butterflies, even more so when he flashed a grin at her while he rooted in her his own gym bag. After only a breath, the sweetly-smiling man pulled out an umbrella with a triumphant ‘hah!’, making her laugh, earning another grin.

“I was not looking forward to walking all the way across the parking lot in this,” he said, grimacing as he wiggled the umbrella at the deluge outside.

“Yeah, I’m still trying to psych myself up to do that,” she said, grimacing in turn.

“Oh damn, I thought you were waiting for someone,” he admitted, “Did you want to share my umbrella with me?”

That sweet simple gesture, innocent and genuine, set her heart racing like nothing she could ever remember. How could she turn down such a kind offer from a gentleman?

“I’d like that, if it’s not too much trouble,” she said, smiling softly, “It’s not like I’ll take up much room.”

The man just laughed as she waved her hand between them, him clearly towering over her 5ft self.

“I’m Philipp, by the way,” he grinned.

Philipp. It suited him.

“Sera.”

Sera had never been one for surprises, or going with the flow. After most of her childhood spent watching her mother – her beloved hippie artist mother – drift along with no real direction, just seeing where the wind took the two of them, Sera had always craved control. Now that she was 30 years old and living on her own, Sera finally had it. True, she had mellowed out over the past few years, not needing everything to be excruciatingly perfect anymore, but that routine had always helped ease her anxieties.

Philipp Grubauer had been the biggest surprise she never knew she needed.

After that fateful meeting at the gym six weeks ago, the two of them having exchanged phone numbers with shy smiles as they stopped by her car, they’d spoke nearly every single day – and not just text messages either. Full-on phone calls, even down to facetiming each other while they each cooked dinner just to spend that low-maintenance time together, their schedules not always allowing face to face time so early on in getting to know each other.

And then there were the dates.

A dinner every week. Several coffee dates telling stories and giggling over lattes. Even a night out at the ballet, Sera never having seen The Nutcracker and Philipp insisting that he took her to enjoy the Christmas magic. She didn’t know where this man had been all her life, but if being single this long meant waiting for him? Well, the wait was definitely worth it.

Philipp was so easygoing, adapting to her obvious anxieties with ease as he went, but not just coasting along. He slotted into her routine perfectly, timings calls and dates around her typical timings and his own hockey schedule – even joining her in the gym for a yoga class, showcasing his extraordinary flexibility – but still encouraging her to try new things. He was funny, sweet, and genuinely interesting, and Sera found herself eagerly anticipating every moment they spent together. There was just one thing though – he had never ventured further than kissing her cheek and holding her hand.

Maybe it was just her anxieties talking. Maybe it was a European thing. Maybe he really was just that much of a gentleman. But if she didn’t say something soon, she felt like she was going to burst. Sera just liked him so much, and she didn’t want to ruin their blossoming relationship by stewing in her own head.

If only she could find the right moment.

Mid-December rolled around before Sera even realised it, her office Christmas party making her realise just how close to the holidays the year had come. Philipp had even woken her up with fresh pastries and coffee from the bakery down the street from her apartment, the two of them making plans for him to come over to hers for the first time for a chilled day, Sera knowing she would most likely have some form of hangover (and she had been right in that fact), but still wanting to see him while he had a free Saturday. She’d even forgone her usual Saturday yoga class, which, if nothing else, told her exactly her fast she was falling for him.

“You are a godsend, Philipp Grubauer,” she groaned, accepting the almond croissant from him with a smile.

He just grinned, sitting down next to her on the sofa in silence. Not only was this the first time that he was at her apartment, it was also the first time that they’d seen each other in loungewear, both in a sweatpants and sweater combination, something that made Sera smile at the direction their relationship was taking. It just felt right.

They talked about her office Christmas party, about his upcoming game in Nashville, about his teammates new babies, about her looking forward to a week’s break between Christmas and the New Year, all while eating their pastries and drinking their coffee. It was easy, and comfortable, and domestic, and yet it still sent electricity running through her veins like nothing ever had. What was it about Philipp that sent her into such a tizzy? Whatever it was though, she liked it. She really liked it.

“There was something I’ve been meaning to ask you,” Philipp said, putting down his plate after a short silence.

“Oh?” Sera asked, putting down her own plate on the coffee table too.

“Would you come to my team christmas party with me?”

She inhaled sharply, lips parting in surprise, and Philipp quickly barrelled onwards with a wince.

“I know we’ve only known each other six weeks, but things have been going really well, right? And…I see a future between us, and normally I wouldn’t bring anyone to meet my teammates and their partners so soon, but…well, not that I’ve brought anyone in the years I’ve been in Seattle, but I would really like you to meet them? It's an informal thing really, at Belly's house, but all the guys will be there. Burky’s mostly house-trained now, and Larss will keep Dunner on a leash, and Yanni’s wife is an absolutely sweetheart, you’ll love her, and…”

“Yes.”

Philipp startled slightly at her interruption, before her simple answer registered, a wide smile spreading across his lips at Sera’s shy smile.

How could she not want to? The very fact that he wanted to bring her into such an important part of his life meant everything, she knew that. And he saw a future for them, just like she did? How could she want anything other than to meet his friends and colleagues?

Well, there was one thing she wanted too.

“You’ll come with me? You’ll meet them?” he asked hopefully, “I’m pretty sure they think I’m making you up at this point, with the amount that I talk about you but haven’t brought you to a game.”

At least he wasn’t keeping her a secret on purpose. That eased her nerves a little.

“I’d love to,” she said, laughing a little at his confession, “On one condition.”

“Of course, anything,” he nodded immediately.

A dangerous promise. But she needed to say something, just as her gut had been nagging her, or she really was going to explode.

“Kiss me?” she blurted, her heart racing.

Oh damn it.

That was not the way she wanted to say that.

What if he thought she was too forward? What if he thought she was being too much?

But Philipp didn’t even answer her with words. His hands reached out to cup her face gently, his eyes never leaving hers as he leaned in to kiss her as she asked. The moment that his lips touched hers, Sera let out a soft sigh, all but melting into his body, hands clutching at his biceps. His hands felt rough against her cheeks, hockey hands she knew, and the feeling of his beard brushing her skin only added to that. He smelled solely of a woodsy cologne, sharp in her nose and yet comforting all the same, suiting him perfectly. All she could taste was coffee and flaky pastry between their closed lips, her senses completely overwhelmed in the best way.

The moment lasted only seconds before he pulled away, cheeks as flushed as his mouth. She knew her own cheeks were flushed as well with the heat she felt, even more so as all she could think of was wanting more.

“I've been wanting to kiss you for weeks,” he said, voice uncharacteristically rough.

Sera made a noise she’d never heard before, a cross between a sigh and a moan, before she leaned in to kiss him again. How could she not?

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ennalydonsbee · 8 months

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Watch Closer.

Enna had been busy. Outfits for Cress, an outfit for Monty, little outfits for Pandora. She hadn’t noticed people being pulled aside until a man came up to the stylist’s workrooms. And Enna, being out in the open, was approached first.

“Miss Lydonsbee, is it?”

“Yes?”

Well, hopefully that was the only reason she was approached first.

“Would you mind coming with me, answering a few questions?”

“Oh. um…” She looked at the small pants, pandora-sized, before back up to the men, who looked somewhere between bored and unimpressed with her. “Can we talk here? I’m really busy…” no. his eyes said. “You know what? Never mind.” Enna stood, beginning to pack her supplies.

“We won’t be long.”

“Oh, okay.” She wasn’t sure if she was just supposed to leave her stuff, but that seemed to be the implication, so she kind of did. She wasn’t sure who this guy was exactly, but she was exactly caught off guard enough to just follow along. Into an elevator, into a viewing room, empty. Of course it was, there wasn’t anything to see yet. The tributes were all in the tower. He pulled out a chair for her in the center of the room and relaxed into the couch. The briefcase he’d been holding was opened, producing a file with her name on the manilla cover.

“What’s that?” Enna asked, eyes darting down to the contents, although he was holding it at an angle. Strange, how relaxed he could be while still holding all the power in the room.

He looked over at her, pulling out a pen as he answered. “just some routine questions. I’m working my way through the tower. Since you’re so interested, we can begin. Just be honest with me now, and you won’t have anything to worry about. Now, can you run me through what you did between 134’s finale and arriving at the tower for 135?”

“Um…” well, quite a bit of it, no. “not daily. But yeah. Of course. I’ve got school. So I go there monday wednesday thursday friday.”

“And Tuesdays?”

“Tuesdays off. It’s my laundry day. And I work on projects. Either for class or for Cress.”

“Cress. Meadowforge, yes, I see that contract here.” He shuffled some papers around, skimming what Enna could only imagine was a copy of her and Cress's contract, drafted up between them meticulously. “Interesting date. you signed this before the games ended. Tell me more about that.”

“Well… I don’t know. She offered a pretty good deal, I mean, she paid for me to get my own apartment, and I wasn’t moving up in the tower, so I may as well pick a boss I like, right? And she’s the best boss. Plus, with that maternity wardrobe…”

“The baby. Was that a factor in your decision?”

“Of course. I love babies. And I grew up making kid’s clothes.”

“In nine?” a brow arched.

Enna’s pulse quickened, unsure what he was getting at. “In nine.” she confirmed.

“Interesting.” Enna had to grab her own elbow so she didn’t start nervously tapping with her fingers. He gave her a second to elaborate, but she didn’t know what to say. After a few too many moments of silence, he spoke again. “And how do you get to school?”

“The bus. Still working on my license, but with amazing transit like the capitol’s got, no idea if I’ll ever need it.”

“We are proud of our city’s infrastructure here.”

“We’re proud of everything.” Enna agreed, deciding he was the type of person who would like to hear that. “We’re capitolites.”

“What a wonderful thing to be. How lucky we are.” it felt like a threat, and Enna wiped her palms. Had she done that before? Was wiping her palms saying she was guilty? She wasn’t being accused of anything why was she already stressed out oh he was asking another questio- “Remind me, What are you studying again?”

“Art.”

He nodded, sage, and Enna knew that he’d both known the answer and wanted her to confirm it. “What medium?”

“I mean, I guess most of them. We’ve done sculpture, I didn’t like that much… sketch- I love sketching, it’s really where I shine - charcoal, pastels… um… I can go on?” stammering meant nervous, looking nervous was bad, don’t look nervou-

“Painting?”

“Sure, plenty of painting. Watercolor, oil-”

“Spray painting?”

“I-” vox parva. VP, her handwriting, if people knew her hand well enough. And he seemed to have all the cards, it was possible he was looking at a side by side comparison right now “Um…” a nervous chuckle, trying to play it off. She wasn’t the best liar in the world, wasn’t even a good one. but she’d had plenty of time with the mirror practicing denying this. “N-...no, We don’t… I mean, check our curriculum. We only do actual art forms. Not any of that common stuff.” it was something she’d heard a classmate say about one of her murals, and the line was saving her now. Hopefully, anyway.

“Uh-huh.” He seemed unimpressed, so enna shook her head again.

“I think I’d be expelled for picking up a spray can.”

“Especially if they knew what you were doing with them.” He said, turning the file around for the first time, showing off a surprisingly photorealistic color of her last two spray paintings.

Enna’s eyes widened, and she could hardly get out the word that came next “What?”

“Oh, don’t play dumb. What do you know about this?”

Honestly, if you asked her about this later, she wouldn’t have been able to remember what she said next. The autopilot kicked in majorly, because she was pretty sure her soul was somewhere in the middle of next week.

“I… nothing? I mean, I’ve seen that online, I think, but- I mean… where even is this?”

“On the corner of Felicity and snow.”

“Which snow?”

That had him going back to the paperwork, everyone knew there were at least four streets named snow in the capitol. “Lane.”

“There’s a lane?” she asked, like she hadn’t picked Snow Lane out herself.

“You’re getting off topic.”

“Sorry.”

“Excused.” She wiped her palms again, deciding to put them under her thighs to hide them again. “So you’re claiming you don’t know anything about this?””

“I don’t.” She confirmed.

“Even though you claim to be an expert in capitol transit, who could conceivably find her way anywhere in the capitol, with victor’s funds behind you and an art background? Even though spray paint is such a distinctly district art form, miss Enna from nine?”

“I… wait, do you think we had spraypaint in nine?” A moment of genuine confusion crossed her features, because she hadn’t actually expected that. “Are you kidding? Dude. We couldn’t afford beds for all of us orphans. Or food. Or anything. pencils were revolutionary. We certainly didn’t have spray paint. So if you’re done accusing me based on where I was born… are you asking everyone about this? Or just me?”

He seemed to buy it, or at least suitably cowed by her genuine offense. “And the train exploding?”

“What? The one in, like, six? I only leave the capitol for reapings. How would I have gotten there?”

“I’m not saying that, I’m asking if you have any informatio-”

“What, because i’m district?”

“Now, I didn’t say-”

“You were thinking it.” Enna huffed, like this was the greatest offense, like being called capitolite by oxford hadn’t cut to her core days before. She stood, preparing to leave, but a hand stilled her tizzy.

“I’m asking because you seem awfully close to Slate Skylar, a known rebel, and his whole family.”

“Sure.” Enna wasn’t going to try to deny that, but she didn’t sit.

“Do we need to be worried about you, Miss Lydonsbee?”

“No.” Enna shook her head, hands remembering far too late in this conversation that her skirt had pockets she could shove them into. And thank the stars, because the sweat was back. “I liked slate because he liked to write, but I didn’t know what about. He used to write silly fiction stories and let me read them. Nothing like that zine. And I’d sketch nearby. It felt nice to not feel like I was being judged just because I wasn’t born here. I wish more people made me feel that way. And that’s not rebellious to say, mister.” She had him there. His assumptions had kind of sucked in how they’d been said, even if they were right. And Enna carried that huff out of the room, scared to stay in there a moment longer and give herself away.

As for Valorant, he didn’t bother chasing after her. He’d got what he would for now, and he knew when it would cause more of a scene than was worthwhile to chase some district girl.

In his notebook, though, he highlighted her name.

Enna Lydonsbee- Watch Closer.

#mtotask #135 #i had the time of my life writing this

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czenniie · 3 years

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starry night

part of my 7dream college-series

🥤Genre: fluff, some smut but not a lot, kinda slowburn

🥤Warnings: swearing, smut, a little exhibitionism, fingering, handjob, you get the picture

🥤Trope/AU: a bit one-sided crush but also a bit friends to lovers

🥤Words: 6977

Renjun is a horny art-hoe and a simp but it's fine cause the reader kinda likes it.

Astrology class was Renjun's favorite. The Professor was a snarly old man who also gave art and he knew more about astrology and art than any person Renjun had ever met. The assignments were never boring and his lessons were great. But that wasn't the actual reason why Renjun looked forward to Wednesdays and Fridays every week.

The main reason was you. You sat two rows in front of him but a bit further left which gave him a perfect view of your side profile. His sketchbook was filled with sketches of you.

You looking down while you carefully took your notes, you with a pen in between your lips, you pushing your hair behind your era, you, you, you. Over and over again. Jeno had declared him a psychopath with, quote: 'the biggest boner ever' while Jaemin had just grinned and pinched his cheeks.

Renjun knew that the whole drawing you think was weird. It had started out with just one drawing. Renjun didn't know you at the time, but he was bored in class and realized how perfectly the light was shining onto your face. In the next lesson, he really like the sweater you were wearing and suddenly his entire sketchbook was filled with you. His close friends were the only ones who knew about it and he protected it like a mother protects her baby. He never let it out of his sight, barely even putting it in his backpack. He rather held it in his arms while walking through the corridors of the old school building. Jisung had tried stealing it a bunch of times but never succeeded.

Now he was back in astrology class, drawing you once again. He didn't even try to listen to what Professor Ghafa was saying, way too focused on you and his sketchbook. He liked keeping his sketches in black and white. Using a black fine liner or pencil most of the time. Today your hair was tied up with a black scrunchie (Renjun only knew what they were called because Haechan had been looking for one for his girlfriend and annoyed the shit out of Renjun with it)and since the weather had gotten colder you were wearing a light pistachio green shirt with a big black leather looking blazer over it. Your chin was resting on your hand while you were, unlike Renjun, actually listening to what the Professor was saying.

The professor finished the class before Renjun could finish his drawing and he made a mental note to finish it in the next lesson which was already tomorrow. Since it was his last lesson of the day and he was just gonna go home he stuffed the little black sketchbook into his backpack with all his other stuff. He looked around searching the room for his friends. Jaemin was already walking to the door while Jeno was still flirting with somebody three rows in front of Renjun. He rolled his eyes at the boy and signaled Haechan, who was sitting next to him, that he was gonna go. "See you man." Haechan said, a big smile plastered across his face. 'I don't have a single normal friend' Renjun thought to himself as he threw his backpack over his shoulder. He looked around one more time, but you were already gone.

Thursdays suck. Seven-thirty was too fucking early. You refused to believe that there was a single person on this planet that could focus on anything this early in the morning. And now that summer was over it was even worse. The mornings were already darker and your motivation dropped in sync with the temperature. You rubbed your hands against each other as you entered the old school building. There were barely any students or professors around at it was unusually silent. Probably the only good thing about having to go to class at an ungodly hour.

You quickly found your way to your locker, only having five more minutes before your Chemistry class would start. You quickly entered the code pulling the door open.

A small, folded piece of paper fell out as soon as you opened the door, slowly sailing to the ground. You didn't remember leaving it inside your locker yesterday so you picked it up. It was pretty thick paper and one side locked torn, like it had been ripped out of a book or magazine. You unfolded it, now looking at....yourself? It was a pencil sketch of you sitting in front of your laptop. Your hair was up in a ponytail and you were wearing your favorite blazer. The drawing was clearly just a sketch but still very detailed. You looked up from the piece of paper, searching the hallway for another person but you were all by yourself.

It was definitely a bit weird to just get a drawing of yourself. Especially since it wasn't signed or anything like it. You looked around against, now almost feeling like you were being watched. But after one quick look on your phone, you realized that you were gonna have to worry about it later. You carefully folded the drawing and put it in between the pages of your physics book which you stuffed into your backpack. You closed your locker, making your way upstairs, the image of the small sketch still running laps in your head.

"Okay. Is it a bit weird? Yeah. But that's a really good drawing y/n. Like really really good." Jay held the drawing next to your head, eyes going back and forth between it and your annoyed face. You ripped the piece of paper out of his hand to look at it yourself again. "But who puts a drawing into somebody's locker and doesn't add a name, or a hint at least ?" "Well, it has to be an art major right? No one who is that good a drawing faces does something other than art." The drawing was really good. It looked a littlebit like it wasn't finished yet, but it was still very impressive. "Yeah. You're probably right." You leaned forward, resting your chin on your hand. " You know at first I was a bit weirded out but it was kinda nice, to be honest." Jay gave you a sly, knowing smile. "I don't think anybody has ever drawn me. Especially not that flattering." Jay laughed, leaning further into his chair.

A loud bang made both you and Jay jump in your seats. Another student in your Astrology class had dropped one of his books right next to you onto the stairs. He quickly bend down to pick it up but you caught a glimpse of his face. You were pretty sure his name was Renjun, he lived in an apartment with Jisung who was one of Jay's best friends. The handsome boy quickly picked the book up and mumbled a quiet. "Sorry" without even looking up, then he turned around and walked out of the room very fast. He was kinda cute. His front pieces of hair were bleached and tucked behind his ears, the glasses on his nose were kinda crooked and he was wearing a really comfy-looking green jacket. "Soo" Jay said after Renjun had left the room, his friend Haechan right behind him. "How many cute Art Majors do we know?"

Renjuns head was buzzing, the blood rushing through his veins as he basically ran through the old school building. The big front door came into his sight and he sped up even more, ignoring Haechans yelling. He pushed the door open. The cool fall breeze hit him right in the face and knocked the air out of his chest for a couple of seconds. He came to a halt right behind the door, hearing it falling shut and being pushed open again.

"Renjun." Haechan let out a loud breath as he walked out of the building. "When the fuck did you become this fast?" Renjun couldn't speak. Your words were still echoing through his head. You had his sketch. The one he did in class yesterday. But there was no way that you could have it. His sketchbook was in his backpack.

Renjun slid said backpack off his shoulders, dropping the books in his hands to the ground. "Renjun" Haechan tried again, but the other boy had already unzipped his backpack and turned it upside down. Pens, erasers, sticky notes, and a couple of pieces of paper fell to the ground and down the stairs. "Renjun what in the world are you doing?" Haechan looked at his friend like he was crazy. "It's gone. " Renjun mumbled, turning his backpack around again to look inside it, but there was nothing. "My sketchbook, it's gone. But I put it in there yesterday."

Renjun was starting to panic, now speaking faster and in a higher tone. "After class, I put it in there like I always do. I always put-" He turned to his friend and stopped mid-sentence. The slightly taller boy was scratching the back of his head, looking down at his shoes with a guilty smile across his face. "Haechan" Renjun growled, turning towards the Boy while gripping the backpack straps in between his Hands.

"I had to do it." The Boy almost yelled out. "You never would have done it so I had to."

Renjun was sure that there was smoke coming out of his ears.

"And Yesterday was the perfect opportunity." The smaller boy dropped his backpack which landed on all of his stuff that was still laying on the stairs. "I'm going to murder you." He mumbled before he jumped towards Haechan. The brown-haired boy let out a screech and jumped down all four steps at once before running towards one of the big old ginkgo trees. Renjun ran after him, completely ignoring the fact that his belongings were literally everywhere. Haechan arrived at the ginkgo tree and hid behind it. Renjun had almost reached it as well, but two strong arms wrapped around his waist and pulled him back, away from the traitorous boy and the Yellow tree.

"What did he do?" Jeno was still holding onto Renjun, both looking at the tree Haechan was hiding behind. Renjun barely registered what Jeno said. His brain was working overtime, your voice and face playing in it over and over again. He couldn't believe that Haechan had done it. That was his worst nightmare. Literally, the worst possible thing that could have happened. You could never find out that it was him.

"Renjun?" The boy flinched as he heard his name again, pushing Jenos arms away so he could escape his hold. "He gave her my sketch." Renjun whispered, still out of breath from the chasing. He could see in Jenos face that the boy knew right away what that meant. "Oh shit." Jeno mumbled raising one hand to his face. "Well then don't let me stop you from killing him."

"Jenoooo" Haechan whined from behind the tree, his head slightly peeking out. "She said she likes it. So I think I actually did a very good thing." He followed up his whine, now almost smiling again. "Well of course she likes it." Jeno said, his hand still raised to his chin. "Who wouldn't like a pretty sketch of them. It's almost like a secret love letter. Girls like that kinda shit don't they." Haechan stepped out from behind the tree, nodding in agreement. "But you still took his stuff without asking so it was a dick move nevertheless." Jeno went on. Both boys now realized that Renjun wasn't listening anymore. He had turned around and was staring at the school building.

"She likes it." He suddenly whispered, making a tiny jump into the air. "She likes my drawings." Where there had been an angry frown just mere seconds ago, there was now a bright smile with twinkling eyes. Jeno smiled fondly at his friend who completely forgot about his existence, trapped in his own world.

"Is this a good time to tell him that I also dropped his sketchbook on the way home and now half of the pages are covered in dirt?" Haechan was now standing next to Jeno, both looking at the smaller boy. "Open up your mouth and I will make sure it's the last time you do so." Jeno mumbled back through gritted teeth, too quiet for Renjun to hear.

Renjun had been chewing on his pencil for the past 20 minutes. His right leg was bouncing up and down and he was completely oblivious to the angry looks Jaemin and Chenle were throwing at him.

Yesterday, after getting the dirty sketchbook back from Haechan (and a second attempt to murder him that wasn't stopped by Jeno this time but by the fact that Haechan was simply faster than Renjun), he had put another sketch into your locker. He decided on one he did a couple of weeks ago. The weather had still been warmer and you were wearing a shirt with a print from a Tv show Renjun didn't know. After panicking about it the entire night and barely getting any sleep Jaemin explained the situation to Jisung and made him offer to find out what you were thinking about it.

He was friends with that Jay kid you were always hanging out with so he could talk to him without raising suspicion. Now he was back in their shared apartment with Jaemin and Chenle, waiting for Jisung to come home. Haechan had decided to sleep over at his girlfriend's place, as usual, and no one really knew where Mark and Jeno were.

Renjun jumped off the couch as he heard a key being turned in the lock. The tall boy walked into the living room while looking at his phone, unaware of Renjuns waiting stare. Chenle cleared his throat, very loudly, finally making Jisung lookup. "Oh, I'm sorry Hyung." Jisung mumbled as he saw Renjuns face. He pushed his phone in his back pocket, nearly killing Renjun with anticipation. "Jay says she likes it." Renjun basically melted back into the couch, a huge wave of relief washing over him. "She was apparently really excited when she found the second one today so I really think you should keep going Hyung." Jisung was somehow already munching on something despite having been home for literally 5 seconds.

He kept talking for a couple more seconds but Renjun wasn't listening anymore. He would have to go through all of his sketches and pick out the best ones. At least out of the ones Haechan didn't ruin. And he would have to find a way to get them into your locker without being seen. He now knew that you liked his drawings but he was very far away from admitting to you that they were his. You had barely talked, so even if you liked the drawings you would probably still think that he was a psychopath. He couldn't risk that. No, he had to do this the right way.

"I think I should ask Renjun about it" Jisung, who was sitting next to you, choked on his ramen. You quickly started patting his back as the poor boy kept coughing, trying to catch his breath. Jay who was also sitting at the table was completely unbothered by his friends near-death experience. Jisung stopped coughing after a couple of seconds and looked at you.

"Since when do you know Renjun?" You shrugged your shoulders. "I don't. But he's an art major right? So maybe he can find out who's been putting the drawings in my locker. And you know him so you could introduce me." You gave him a smile, trying to look as nice as possible. You weren't looking at Jay but you could still see him roll his eyes. You ignored him. "You still have no idea who is doing the drawing?" Jisung asked, now munching on his ramen again. You shook your head.

It's been over two weeks since you found the first sketch in your locker. Since then there was one every single day. You caught yourself being excited to go to school, just so you could open the small piece of paper. Some of them were just out of pencil, others were colored in. One even looked like it was done with watercolor, but your knowledge of art was too small to be sure. But they were always your side profile. Never from the front. And always down to your arms.

"I mean I guess you could ask Renjun." The tall boy said. "I have practice in ten minutes but I'm sure he's in the art classroom. He's basically always there." Jisung scrunched his nose, staring at the bottom of his empty bowl. "But wouldn't it be weird?" You asked as the two boys got up and put on their jackets. "We don't even know each other. I can't just show up and ask him who draws me every day." "Nah it's fine. I'm sure Renjun won't mind." He raised one of his large hands as a goodbye and pushed Jay out of the cafeteria. Jay looked a bit confused and yelled a quick "Bye." over his shoulder before he disappeared with Jisung, leaving you and your half-empty bowl of ramen alone at the table.

The art classroom was on the very other side of the campus. It took you a little over ten minutes to reach the old building and you were sure your fingers were gonna fall off as you opened the old wooden door. Warm air brushed against your fingers and you let out a little happy squeal, rubbing your hands against each other.

The hallway was a little dark, only every other light working. It was one of the oldest buildings on campus with brick walls and arched doors. The building was home to all the more creative majors. The first two doors to your left and right were for the music students. The other rooms in the hallway belonged to the acting majors and at the very end, there was the teacher room. Right before the classroom started there was a small staircase leading up to the second floor that was reserved for just the art majors.

You took the stairs and walked up to a hallway that looked basically the same as the one on the first floor, just a bit smaller. You made your way to the first door, opening it carefully. But there was just an empty classroom filled with all sorts of paint, stone and anything you could imagine. You had more luck in the second classroom. The room was a lot brighter than the last one.

Renjun was sitting in a corner right next to the window. He didn't hear you walk in, too focused on the canvas in front of him. He was drawing a scene out of a cafe. It looked quite cozy and very realistic. "Wow. That's really good." You said, closing the door behind you. Renjun jumped out of his chair, looking like a deer in headlights.

"I'm sorry." You took a step closer. "I didn't mean to scare you. But Jisung told me I could find you here." The boy stared at you for a couple more seconds before he nodded slowly. You waited for fo a couple of seconds but Renjun didn't say anything so you broke the silence once again. "I have a kinda weird question." You said walking to the table where he had but all of his painting materials. You pulled your notebook out of your back to show him one of the sketches from your locker. Renjun took a step closer to the table as well.

He smelled like paint and freshly washed clothes. "Somebody has been putting these sketches in my locker and I was wondering if you maybe know somebody who does drawings like that?" You laid the paper down on the table so Renjun could see it better. He leaned forward over the table, his bleached pieces of hair falling into his eyes.

It was the first time you were really looking at him. You of course had seen him a bunch of times before but usually in the hallway or when he picked Jisung up from Lacrosse practice. He always seemed like he was in a rush. Like he had to be somewhere else. He looked up at you, actually looking you in the eyes for the first time. There was an uncomfortable silence for a couple of seconds before Renjun opened his mouth.

"I- I don't know. Sorry." He mumbled, stumbling over his words. You had already kind of expected that answer so you just nodded a little sad and put the sketch back to the others. "Did you keep all of them?" Renjun sounded a little surprised, looking down at the notebook in your hands. You nodded again. "They're really good." You answered like that was the only reason. You didn't know Renjun well enough to tell him that it was more than that. That they made your day better and that they made you feel better about yourself. Especially on the kind of days when you didn't feel comfortable in your own skin, when suddenly none of your clothes seemed to fit, when your thighs looked two times bigger than they did the day before and your skin had a mind of its own. Looking at the sketches helped. Seeing yourself through the eyes of another person helped.

"I could try." Renjun suddenly said making you look up at him. "Finding out who is drawing them I mean." He started playing with the ring around his finger, Jisung had the same one, while avoiding your eyes. "You don't have to Renjun. I was hoping you'd maybe know, but it's fine. I'll have to find another way." Renjun seemed to disagree, now actually looking at you again. "Seriously y/n. I mean they're probably an art major. So let me try at least. And if you don't mind then you can come by again next week. Maybe I can find him."

The handsome boy seemed suddenly very awake and quite edger to help you. There was no way you could say no to those brown eyes. "You sure?" Renjun nodded, hair flapping up and down. "So I'll just come back on Thursday? And you can tell me if you know something new?" Renjun nodded again. "Okay, then I guess we have a date." You gave him a smile that grew even wider when you saw how his cheeks turned a bright red color. "By the way, what are you drawing?"

Thursdays are the best day of the week. Yes, 7:30 was still really fucking early, and it had gotten even colder in the past weeks, your way to college now even covered in snow. But something had changed. Now Thursday was the day of the week where you got coffee after your physics class and then walked all the way over to the other side of campus just to sit in the comfy art classroom and talk to Renjun.

You were almost a little mad at Jisung for never properly introducing you to Renjun. You really enjoyed the time you spend with him. Some days you both just sat there without talking while Renjun was drawing and you were doing your homework. On other days you basically chewed the poor boy's ear off while he was just trying to finish his painting. But most of the time you were just talking with each other.

Most of your friends were studying something similar to you, but Renjun experienced the very opposite college life to yours. You had never had a lot of interest in art, but Renjun made it seem like something very special. The sketches in your locker had become more of a background topic. There was still one in your locker every day and you were still very excited about them but they had also kind of turned into an excuse so you could keep going to the art room. And hearing Renjun talk about his major or telling you about something stupid Jisung did was just way more interesting.

Today you entered the classroom at exactly 2 pm. Renjun was sitting in his usual spot, not even bothering to look up. "Hi y/n." He said, obviously focused on the canvas in front of him. He had finished the cafe picture last week and was now working on a new one, but you couldn't tell what it was yet. You walked over to put both coffees down on his table and took off your jacket. It was damp from the snow outside so you hung it on another chair. The pencil sketch looked like a night sky with a couple of trees and some mountains in the back. "What you drawing?" You asked while sitting down opposite him. "Starry night ?"

Renjuns head shot up abruptly, gaze now fixated on you. "You can't be serious y/n" He looked completely flabbergasted, like his soul had just left his body. You started laughing. "I'm sorry Renjun. That's the only famous painting I know. Well and the Mona Lisa of course." Renjun shook his head. "You're a philistine, a barbarian even. Jesus y/n where did you go to school?" "Ey don't blame my school education for my lack of interest in art. How well did your school do with teaching you math and physics huh?" You shot back, the banter already feeling too familiar. You stared at each other for a couple of seconds, his eyes twinkling with joy.

"Touche." He mumbled, turning his attention back on his painting. "You still a philistine. And I'm not drawing starry night. It's just going to be a night sky, but with watercolor." You took a sip of your coffee. "You know you could tell me that starry night was done with watercolor and I would believe you. Right ?" Renjun shook his head while adding more charcoal lines to the canvas.

"Do some physics homework. Then I can at least pretend that you're smart." You started laughing, making Renjun giggle at his own joke as well. Your heart did the same traitorous little jump it did every time Renjun laughed. Or smiled at you. Or touched you. Or waved you goodbye. You quickly shook your head, banning all thoughts into the very back of your mind. That wasn't the point of these little meetings. Aside from the fact that Jisung would probably murder you If he knew that you were falling in love with his roommate.

"And they were roommates." You mumbled to yourself, still caught up in your own thoughts. "What?" Renjun was looking at you again, this time more confused and less offended than a couple of seconds ago. "Nothing." You said quickly. "So." You cleared your throat. " How's the search for my mysterious artist going?" Renjun smiled at the canvas, not looking up at you. "I still don't know who it is. But I have a feeling that I'll know very soon." Now he had your full attention. "What? How? Is there somebody who you think it could be?" Renjun just kept smiling not answering any of your questions. "Come ooon." You whined. "You can't just leave me hanging like that. Renjuuun." The whining didn't help. "You'll know soon. I'm sure." You knew that that was the only answer that you were gonna get out of him. So you just sat back, pouted, drank your coffee, and watched Renjun as he created his next masterpiece.

You had always liked astrology class but now that you knew Renjun better you liked it even more. It was another day where you got to see the handsome boy, even though you didn't get to talk to him much during the lessons. But you actually started hanging out with him outside of the art classroom. He had joined you, Jisung, and Jay a couple of times during lunch and you started going to Jisungs place more often, staying after the taller boy had already left because you were still talking to Renjun or watching a movie. It was safe to say that at this point you were head over heels for him. You hadn't expected to like him that much. Actually, you didn't expect to like him at all. To you, he had always been just one of Jisungs friends. He had mostly male friends that were older than him and honestly most of them looked quite terrifying.

Well aside from Chenle at least. But you had never paid much attention to Renjun. He was obviously handsome, but so were weirdly most of Jisungs friends. They should become a boyband.

But Renjun surprised you. He was smart, witty, very calm but then suddenly looked like he was gonna explode in the next second. He was so incredibly talented and sweet. Flirting with him and watching his cheeks turn bright red had become your favorite activity to Renjuns and Jisungs despair but you couldn't help it.

You got up from your chair after the astrology lesson was finished. The teacher was frantically searching for all of his papers while students already stormed past his desk to leave the room. You were waiting for Jay to pack his stuff as Renjun and his friends Haechan and Jaemin walked past you. Jaemin who was first in line threw you a charming smile and kept walking, Renjun was right behind him. He smiled at you as well but stopped next to your desk. He was just about to say something when Haechan, who was talking to somebody else, walked straight into Renjun.

Both boys stumbled and the small sketchbook Renjun was holding in his arm fell to the floor. You quickly bent down to pick it up but stopped in your movement. The sketchbook had fallen open and once again you were looking at a sketch of yourself. It looked just like all the other ones that you had gotten. You picked it up, amazed by the fact that it was Renjun. You should have known. "Renjun." You said, standing straight again and looking up from the book. But he wasn't looking at you. He was already running down the few stairs, past other students and a confused Jaemin. "Renjun." You yelled after him but he didn't react, running out of the room as fast as he could.

So there you were standing with his sketchbook in your hands, yourself looking up at you. You blinked a few times, unable to process what had just happened. "Well. I guess we should have realized that quicker huh." Jay said behind you, looking over your shoulder. Haechan took a step closer to you, gently closing the book in your hands. "I guess you know where he is." He smiled, and then walked down the stairs as well, leading a still confused-looking Jaemin out of the room.

But he was right, you knew exactly where Renjun was.

The building was empty as usual, your steps echoing through the old walls. You pushed the door open, finding Renjun in his usual spot. But he wasn't looking at a painting. Both of his elbows were resting on the table in front of him, hands covering his face. "Renjun" you said carefully, trying not to scare the boy. He didn't move. He just whispered something you couldn't understand. "I have your sketchbook." You continued, clueless about what to say. On your way to the building, you had thought of a billion things that you wanted to say to him. But now that he was sitting in front of you, they had all disappeared into thin air.

You quietly walked over to him, putting down the booklet next to him. His face was still buried in his hands. "Renjun." You tried once again. "Can you please look at me?" "Are you mad?" He suddenly asked, still not looking at you. "What. No. Why would I be mad at you?" He finally raised his head. His eyes were red like he was close to crying. He looked confused and surprised at the same time. "You're not? But I, I lied to you. For quite a while. And I drew you without asking you. Arent you like I don't know crept out?" He looked so genuinely confused that you just really wanted to hug him. If he only knew.

"I mean I guess I would have liked finding out another way, but we only really got to know each other because of that. But I really really like your drawings Renjun. And I love our little dates in here. They're my favorite part of the week." Renjun stared at you for a couple of seconds, a bunch of emotions rolling over his face. "So you don't hate me?" He then asked. "No." you smiled and took his hand, rubbing your thumb over his birthmark. "Quite the opposite actually." You added carefully. You could see the second your words arrived in his head, making his eyes light up and his mouth falling open slightly.

"Does that mean I finally get to kiss you?" You laughed and nodded. Renjun leaned over, pressing his lips onto yours, silencing your laughter. "Come over here." He mumbled pulling you to his side of the table, getting up from his chair as well, connecting your lips for another kiss.

"Remind me to thank Haechan." He mumbled in between two kisses, which made you stop. "For what?" You asked. "Running into you?" "Oh no not that was the worst moment of my life." You both giggled. "But he actually but the first sketch into your locker, and I only kept going after Jisung told me that you liked it." "The fact that I now know it was you doesn't mean you have to stop putting them in my locker you know. They were the highlight of my day. So you can't just take that away from me." Renjun laughed pulling you even closer. "I'm an artist y/n. I'll need payment." "Mhmm." You mumbled. "I think I can do that."

Your lips pressed softly onto his making the boy moan against them. You couldn't help but smile against his lips. "You're so cute." You mumbled in between two kisses. His hands wandered down your sides, resting right above your hipbones where he gripped your sweater. His tongue parted your lips, demanding entrance. You both moaned as your tounges touched. Renjun pushed you against the table as you pushed your fingers into his hair.

Then his hands wandered lower, below your thighs so he could help you sit on the table. Both of you paid no mind the all the pencils and brushes falling off the table, too immersed into each other. Renjun stepped in between your legs, making you push them further apart. He pulled his lips away from yours, foreheads still connected. You were both breathing heavily. His hard dick pushing against your warm core. A shiver ran down your spine as you looked at the handsome boy in front of you. His hair was a mess, swollen lips, eyes dark and filled with longing.

"You have no idea how badly I want you." He pressed a small kiss onto your cheek. "But we can't do this in here." You gave him a cheeky smile. "Why not?" Renjun rolled his eyes. "I'm not going to pull my dick out in the art classroom y/n." You pushed yourself closer to him, mouth against his neck. "Who said you have to take it out?" You mumbled, lips never leaving his sensitive skin. You quickly moved your hands to his waistband, opening the button of his jeans. You let your left hand glide down, palming him through his jeans, while your right hand played with the band of his underwear that was peeking out from under his jeans. Renjun moaned into your hair.

"Can I?" You asked, fingertips caressing the soft skin. Renjun let out another moan of approval and you slipped your hand below his waistband. His dick was already hard but felt still soft against your skin. You carefully wrapped your hand around him making him moan yet again. "Oh fuck." His head fell against your shoulder where he left small kisses in between moans.

You slowly started moving your hand further down rubbing your thumb over his already leaking tip. He shivered against you, the small movement bringing life back into his limps. He raised his head again looking you straight in the eyes. They were shining with lust which send a hot shiver down your spine.

"You're gonna kill me." he mumbled before he raised both hands to your shoulders. He carefully started pulling down the soft fabric of your big knitted sweater, revealing more and more skin to him. You nodded to his asking look and he pulled it further down your shoulder, revealing the lace bra you were wearing underneath. Renjun let out jet another moan before he pressed a kiss onto the fabric making you moan as well. Your hand kept moving in his pants, making his dick grow larger and larger, while his mouth kept liking over the light blue fabric of your bra, tinting it dark. His left hand started drawing circles over your neglected nipple, his other hand wandering down your side again, this time halting on your butt, squeezing the soft skin. His right hand now pushed down the lacey fabric until your boob was completely uncovered. He removed his mouth from your other nipple so he could look at you. He rubbed his thumb over the sensitive skin making you moan loudly.

Renjun smiled and pushed the other cup down as well. He gave you a cocky smile that disappeared as soon as you wrapped your hand more tightly around his dick. His hand now left your nipple, moving down your body until it reached the waistband of your leggings. You gave him another nod as his eyes asked for permission and he slipped his hand into your panties. His fingers quickly found the wet folds. Renjun cursed again, pushing his fingers in between them while you were still moving your hand up and down his dick. He carefully pushed a finger against your entrance, drawing small circles against the sensitive skin, before he finally pushed it inside of you. You threw your head back at the feeling and Renjun used the moment to pull one of your nipples back into his mouth while still caressing your insides with his soft finger.

Your hand his pants started moving quicker, both of you now completely caught up in each other. He slowly pushed another finger inside of you, both of you moaning simultaneously. "You're so fucking tight." He mumbled, lips still around your nipple. His dick was now completely hard in your hand, making it impossible for you to wrap it around him. You started rubbing your thumb over his tip again making him shake against you. He took your nipple in between his teeth and pulled on it making you scream. Renjun let go a giggled slightly, the fingers inside of you still moving relentlessly. "We're still in public baby." He smiled pressing a quick kiss onto your lips. "We'll then make me come so we can go to my apartment and you can make me scream as much as you want." You whispered back, completely aware of what your words did to Renjun.

His mouth went back to your chest without another word, his finger pumping in and out of you making obscene noises. His palm was pressing against your clit making you moan over and over again. You could feel his dick starting to pulsate in your hand while you also felt the heat rise in your stomach. "I'm gonna cum." You said, or screamed not in control of your own body anymore. Renjuns fingers moved even quicker, him moaning against your skin as well. He sucked your nipple into his mouth once again and your orgasm washed over you. With your free hand, you pushed his head closer to your chest. Your body was shaking while Renjun now caressed your clit with his thumb, making your orgasm even more intense.

Still shaking you could feel Renjun coming as well. Face buried in your chest, he whined loudly as he emptied his dick into your hands and his boxer shorts. You both kept caressing each other for a couple more seconds. You could have fallen asleep right on the spot, after the best orgasm you had ever had and with Renjuns skin still against yours.

Renjun carefully pulled his hand out of your pants. He couldn't help but stare at the glistening fingers, pushing one into his mouth so he could taste you. He could have come on the spot once again. You moaned at Renjuns face, pulling your hand out of his pants as well. You mirrored his actions, licking some of his cum off of your own fingers. You both just stared at each other, amazed by what had just happened.

You looked at him like you could read his thoughts, like you knew every little thing that was going on in his head. You gave him a sly smile. "You gonna draw me like one of your french girls?" You asked now with clean fingers. Renjun tried really hard not to think too much about what you just did. He let out a huff of air and took a step back to pull up his pants properly, trying to ignore the sticky feeling of his underwear.

"No." He mumbled while also pulling your sweater back into place, pressing a quick kiss against your soft lips. "But If you ask really nice I might try and paint 'starry night' onto your bedroom ceiling."

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do whatever is in your mind.

Young Mikey x Reader!

Warn! no warnings today! enjoy!

It's not often Mikey and I have a quarrel. We do bicker here and there, but that's what happens between friends, right?

I've joined Toman for almost a year now– although I've known Manjiro for much longer. I met him through Emma, who is a big friend of mine for as long as I can remember. She was there for me at times when I felt like there was no exit, no light. She's an extremely important part of my life– of me.

I've come to realize that I have been spending more and more time near Mikey, which is not bad, I do enjoy his presence. He may look tough and intimidating but he's just like a mochi: freezing cold on the outside but melting saccharine inside. Now that I'm a part of the gang and actually get to know and participate, I've gotten closer to him. Here and there Mikey invites me out.

"So, it's like a date?" I'd smirk suggestively at him.

"In your dreams." He'd try to hide his smile and he'd look away.

However, there are a few little habits he has that tend to send me on a rage trip. I get mad easily. Things will likely set on fire quickly. It's not that I want to, but my mother is not one of the most patient people in the world and she tells me to cool down. As if.

This last week was the cherry on top.

Mikey had crossed the line. He had pissed me off in every single way possible. He pretended not to listen to me while he was eating. He would answer me in a "oh, I don't really fucking care about what you're talking about!" way. He tripped while he was laughing hysterically at something Draken had said and his pink lemonade was all over my white shirt. He drew in an assignment that was due to the next day for my math class. He told me off for no reason at all in front of everyone in the last Toman's meeting... all of that wasn't on purpose. I am aware of how incredibly short his attention spam is when it comes to not so important affairs. But, fuck, couldn't he just be a little nicer to me? At least during last week where I was having sharp cramps in my fucking uterus? Yeah, maybe he didn't know that because I try not to be so obvious. But when he told us we'd be training last thursday I almost laid on the ground in fetal position and cried for hours. I didn't! I fought and then went home and cried.

Then, this Saturday– today –he invited me to his house to hang out. Emma was with a friend and his grandfather was out of town. When he called me to his house we never did much. We'd watch TV, hang out on the couch discussing stupid stuff, we'd be on our phones... nothing so wow. It was still fun, though.

I wasn't in the best mood to leave my comfy bed but I was way less in the mood to fight him off over the phone. So I slid out of the bed and dressed the first jeans I saw laying on the end of my bed and the oversized Nirvana shirt hanging off my chair (it's actually my dad's shirt, shhh).

I knocked twice on his bedroom's door.

"Come in." He yelled from inside. I open the door and he's laying on the bed, his head hanging off of it and his hair is almost touching the floor. His face lit up and he rolled over so he laid on his stomach. I walk over and sit down beside him.

"What's up with the frown?" I didn't notice I was frowning to be honest. Guess the bad mood followed me here.

I shrug.

"Ugh, don't tell me you're in a bad mood." He whines. "I called you here to chill and you're already angry. What's up?" He lays on his pillow and swings his legs to place them on my lap. I huff and shove them off, getting up.

"You've been treating me like shit the whole week and now you wanna chill?" I say, more calm than I thought.

"I did not treat you like shit this week? When do I treat you like shit?" His tone was one of disbelief and confusion.

"Ah, Mikey. Embarrassing me in front of the rest of gang; spilling your drink on my school shirt, which is now stained; ignoring me or answering like you're bored..." I list them off on my fingers. "I am the one who asks, what's up with you?! God, you're always being so unpredictable, which is good sometimes but not like this! Not to me!"

I flop down on the couch, starting to get tired of this whole thing. Knowing Mikey, I know that he'll not lay down again.

"So you're the only one allowed to have bad days now?" He sits on the edge of his bed and I turn my head around lazily, uninterested, bored, like him.

"You were laughing incredibly loud with Takemitchi and Draken friday."

"You can be so annoying sometimes."

"Oh, I'm the annoying one now?" I stand up.

"If you don't like my company, why did you even come in first place?" He also stands. We don't have much height difference, but he's hardly two inches taller than me.

His voice is calm, like always. Which makes me infuriated. "Fucking hell! Does it hurt for you to apologize!?" My sudden outburst takes him on surprise, and me, too.

"I already apologized, stop whining about it."

"I'm not whining–"

"If you weren't," he walks to his desk and sets a cup that was once beside his bed down. "You would've dropped this matter before."

"You don't give a damn about what I feel, do you, Mikey?"

"What?" He turns around, brows knit together.

"You heard me. You made me have a bad week and the least you could do is apologize, you dumbass!" I stomp to his direction.

"I already did! Why don't you–"

"Shut up or I'll punch you." I say, slightly looking up.

His eyebrows twitch and he slowly tilts his head to the side, like a puppy. "Or what.. ?"

"Are you fucking deaf?" I point to my ears.

He comes a little closer. "You're gonna do what if I don't shut up?"

"I'm going to punch you if you don't stop being a brat." I sneer at him. My blood boiling. The stress from this shitty past week overflowing in that moment.

"Oh, yeah?" I could feel his breath oh my nose.

"What? Are you doubting me? I would." I jerk up an eyebrow. I've never fought physically with him. But it's not like I can't.

"I'd like to see you try." His eyes flicker to my lips for a brief second and my breath fails, making me cough.

"What? Can't punch me?" He amuses.

"Fuck you."

Suddenly I feel an arm sneak around my waist and in a second I'm chest to chest with Mikey. My eyes widen– his were peaceful as ever, although superior.

"Do it." He says, looking down at me.

The way he's holding me is making my head spin. True, Mikey is cute...

"Do what?"

He laughs at my confused expression. "I don't know... what did you say you'd do to me?"

Ha ha.

His hold on me tightens.

"Do whatever is on your mind." He says.

My eyes roam free between his eyes and his soft pink lips. Do whatever is on your mind.

If he knew what was on my mind, would he still allow me to?

"Do it," he encourages me once again, "aren't you the 'oh so brave' one? Punch me, yell at me, do whatever you want to me."

Those words were the last push I needed. My hands find the soft skin of his neck, hidden by his long hair. I pull him close and lock our lips together. I feel him making a little sound, I don't know if it was surprise or relief.

If by just looking at it his lips seemed soft, actually touching it felt like kissing cotton candy or guessing cloud shapes.

He didn't pull back, in fact, he held me with both hands. I have no clue how he did that but it seemed as though all of my worries dissipated as we kissed.

My heart was beating so fast that it made my chest hurt. My head started to pound when I spent a little too long without air. I pull back from his lips and keep my gaze on them as I breathe heavily.

"Hm." He hums quietly, almost dreamily if you'd ask me.

I look up at his face and smile a bit, noticing how his cheeks are pink. I lift an eyebrow up as if asking what he was thinking. He shakes his head and then puts his right hand on my cheek, caressing it. He kisses me again. This time is slower. As though being present in the moment. As if it were just me and him and nothing else.

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jaybird-redhood · 3 years

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propinquity

wc: 2.2k

pairing: jason todd // gn reader

The first thing you think when you see him for the first time is that he has the cutest smile.

That’s a lie, the first thing you think it that he is so incredibly in shape, and it looks great on him, but the smile thing sounds better in your head.

He's moving into the apartment across from yours a month after you moved into yours. Weird, because the two people in your building closest to your age are 2 and 63, respectively.

You suppose that some wicked twist of fate must’ve brought this upon you for missing your cousin’s birthday party last week, because the guy standing across from you is crazy hot. And looking right at you. And you are in the huge neon Wonder Woman t-shirt that your best friend got for your birthday last year.

Yeah. Karma.

“Nice shirt,” the guy offers, holding in a grin. “You’re really making it work.”

“I-”

“See you around, neighbor.”

And with a shut of a door and an awfully charismatic smirk he’s gone.

The next time you see him is a week later, and this time- luckily, you think- you’re dressed somewhat put together. You run into him while unlocking your door.

"What's got you in a twist?" he asks.

"Um," you start, "I just. Ugh I have so much to do. Like 3 hours of homework, a lecture tomorrow that I cannot skip, and I'm completely out of bread and eggs and can't even you to the store until, like, Thursday at best."

Once you start rambling you can't seem to stop. You slouch against your door. You're not entirely sure why you're telling a stranger all this, but he seems to be listening, so you suppose that’s a good sign

"I get the feeling," he offers, and you look up at him. "I'm majoring in English Lit and my classes are kind of kicking my ass."

You give him a small smile, "Glad to know someone in this building is struggling as much as I am."

"Jason," he says, and he reaches his hand out to you. "My name."

You shake it and tell him yours.

As you both turn back into your respective apartments you think that he maybe isn't as intimidating as you thought.

The next day goes by with a really boring lecture and another 3 hours of work you need to do.

The ride home from uni isn't that long, but it's long enough for you to contemplate all the ways that your life went wrong after moving to Gotham. And, maybe as payback for thinking mean things about the city, rain that you think should belong to a category 3 hurricane starts to whip around your car 10 minutes into your drive.

Your clothes are dripping water in literal puddles by the time you get back to your apartment.

Groaning, you start fishing for your keys in your purse while walking up the last flight of stairs.

When you get to your door you stop. Right in front of it there’s a grocery bag. Picking it up and looking inside you see a loaf of bread and a small carton of milk.

You pick it up smiling.

“Jason?” you ask, knocking on his door.

No response.

You shrug and turn around. Remember to thank him the next time you run into each other; you think.

That next time doesn’t happen to be that long and thank goodness for you.

“You know, we really need to stop meeting like this,” he says to you.

You’re sitting on the floor outside of your door looking rather pathetic, and he’s giving you the most awful smirk you’ve ever seen. (Not that it looks bad on him though. You seem to think that nothing could really look that bad on him)

“I swear I’m usually more put together than this,” you sigh to him. “You moving here jinxed me!”

“Yeah yeah. You’re locked out, aren’t you?”

You give him your best withering I’m going to kill you stare, but it must not be working because he just laughs even harder at you.

“This is completely not my fault it’s just I lost my second set of keys like right when I moved in and then today when I got home, I accidentally left them in my car, but my second set of car keys is in my apartment so now I can’t get them out, stop laughing at me!”

“God you’re a mess,” Jason says- finally finished laughing at you and maybe taking a bit of pity on how disheveled you look. “You couldn’t call anyone to get you in?”

You shake your head.

“My friend is the only other person with a set, but they’re out of town, and our landlord is being a dick and telling me it’s my fault in the first place, so I need to deal with it. I’ve been sitting out here for like an hour.”

“All I’m hearing is that it is your fault and now you’re just moping about it feeling bad about yourself.”

You tilt your head against the door so hard that it makes you wince a bit.

“Ok fine,” he says crossing his arms.

“What?”

“Wait right here.”

He goes into his apartment and comes back out with a skinny metal thing you don’t recognize.

You look at him in confusion and he just motions for you to scoot out of the way as he sticks it in your locks and starts to pick it.

You sigh in relief.

“Thank you thank you thank you. For everything. I swear I will get my life together, so you don’t feel like you have to keep cleaning up my messes.

“I don’t mind,” he says with a small smile, “Take your time.”

And with that he opens the door to your apartment and turns back to his.

“By the way, you should really get better locks. That was way too easy.”

You make a note in your head to get that done sometime. As you’re lying on your couch that night, you’re AirDropped a photo on your phone. Saving it up you see it’s a piece of paper with neat handwriting on it: a phone number and a smiley face, Jason’s name at the bottom.

You smile too and add the number to your contacts.

Over the next few weeks, you and Jason start talking more, both over text and through the various times when you run into each other outside your doors.

Each interaction is better than the next, and you soon start to realize that Jason isn’t just some hot guy with no brains. He’s sweet and charismatic, has a whole wall full of bookshelves, could probably quote any classical novel by heart, has incredibly good taste in music, and best (or worst) of all, would make incredible friend material.

It’s just that as you become closer friends, you start to realize that that might not be all you want.

It’s a stupidly cold Friday morning when he texts you, and you’re covered in blankets and wrapped in sweatshirts in your bed. Movie at my place tonight?

You text back your approval and a quick be there at 6 before getting ready for classes.

The day goes by slower than you hoped.

It might be the anticipation of seeing Jason again, or more likely the hours of lectures you have to sit through, but you’re elated when your final class for the day gets let out.

The hours in between are a blur.

A blur which leads to the two of you sitting on his couch watching Romeo and Juliet together, a blanket thrown over your bodies.

You have the obligatory bowl of popcorn resting on your legs, and every few minutes Jason reaches across your lap to take a handful.

The way you’re laying half on top on him is completely deliberate, as to take as much of his body heat as possible. Your landlord had turned off heating 3 weeks prior to ‘save money’ or some other bullshit.

Jason’s not complaining though.

Once your popcorn bowl is finished and your head is in his lap, he runs his fingers through your hair absentmindedly. It might be the nicest feeling you’ve ever felt.

Throughout the movie you exchange snide comments about the plot back and forth. You start trying to say funny things whenever you can just to hear how sweet his laugh sounds to your ears.

By the end of the movie, you’re only slightly in tears, or so you tell yourself.

“Are you crying right now?” Jason asks incredulously, wearing a teasing smile.

“It’s not my fault,” you half say half moan, “Leonardo DiCaprio just has that effect on me.”

He just laughs and pulls you upright until you’re sitting on his lap.

His eyes are a shade of blue green that you’ve never seen before, although you could swear their getting greener by the second.

You watch his gaze drop down to your lips before staring you right in the eyes again.

“Can I kiss you?”

“God yes,” you tell him, and kiss him right back.

The next week is somewhat uneventful, even though you and Jason had been meeting each other almost every night, rotating apartments based on whose house was warmer each particular night.

Tonight is your night, and you’ve been waiting the whole day to show him the film you had rented to watch together.

The walk up to your door is easier than usual, and you have a bounce in your step that’s making you feel even more elated than normal taking out your keys to unlock your apartment.

You open your door and your bag drops. The keys clatter when they hit the hardwood, and the silence that follows is deafening.

“You’re bleeding on my carpet,” is the first thing that comes out of your mouth.

There Jason is, bleeding quite profusely, and using your kitchen counter to keep himself vertical. He’s wearing what looks to be a torn half of a domino mask and an extremely hot leather jacket.

(Not that this was the time for noticing his fashion choices, but you filed that thought away for later.)

What really catches your eye though is the huge red bat symbol on his chest, and the red helmet next to it sitting on your counter.

He shifts a little to the side before stumbling through saying, “Um, so, I know this isn’t ideal and I’m really sorry to put you in this situation, but I seriously do not feel like bleeding out tonight and-”

“Oh my god this is great,” you cut him off with. “I thought you were a hit-man!”

“Wait what.”

“Shit no that’s not what I meant- kind of, hang on we should probably stop you from dying before having this conversation.”

You walk over to him to get a better look at his wounds.

“God Jace, you look like death warmed over.”

He just stares at you.

“You have a bunch of stuff in your bathroom, right?”

At least this elicits a reaction. He grimaces in pain but gives you a nod of his head in conformation.

“Ok I’ll be right back, don’t move.”

He gives you a look that says seriously, where would I go.

3 minutes later you’re back with a needle and thread, and some sterilizing spray.

“This should be fine,” you tell him, “I took a first aid class last year with my friends and passed with flying colors according to the nurse.”

“Just try to keep them tight and neat. I trust you,” he says, and your heart pounds just a little harder.

You respond with a nervous laugh but take a deep breath and start working.

An hour and a half later you’re done.

The combination of pain meds, bandages, and a whole lot of stitches eventually led to you and Jason laying in your bed together, both completely exhausted.

He turns his head to face you.

“Could we maybe go back to the hit-man thing?”

“Oh uh. Well I saw a bunch of shirts covered in blood in your laundry in the bathroom, not to mention all the weirdly specific first-aid you had,” you tell him.

“And also the assorted guns and knives you have hidden all over. I guess I just assumed? But the whole Red Hood thing is so much better,” you reassure him.

“You found all my knives?”

You smile up at him.

“I love that that’s thing you chose to focus on.”

“And you’re really not mad that I didn’t tell you about the whole vigilante thing before?” he asks.

“Jay, I had already resigned myself to life forever with some shady hit-man that also happened to be incredibly good looking. Red Hood is ten times better than that. I’m not going to run away from you just because you’re incredibly intimidating and probably could kill me. I see that as an added bonus,” you say, with as much charm as you can muster without yawning.

“Just. Be careful, ok? I’d hate to make this a routine.”

He responds by pulling you closer to his body.

“I promise,” he whispers into your head. “You really to remember to get better locks by the way, breaking in was still way too easy.”

You let out a small laugh and finally you let yourself give into sleep.

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just-here-for-the-moment · 3 years

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For the DIFFERENT POV GAME:

I want Javi’s POV on this whole adorable scene.

Okay, my Queen @quica-quica-quica, I want you to know that I suuuuucked in a huge breath when I saw this Ask, because I was entirely unsure if I could do this. It seemed like a really hard challenge, but FOR YOU I’ll try anything.

I dug in to see what I could do, and of course because I can’t just write succinctly I had to start waaaaaay back in the beginning of the story to get Javier where I needed him for the phone number scene… hope that’s okay!!

Thank you for challenging me this way! This went from scary to amazing in just a few days! I love you so much, my friend!!!

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Coffee Shop Girl (a companion piece to “For Now” told from Javier’s point of view)

Word count: 3000+

Rating: mature, 18+ only

Outline: Javier Peña x “You” (Austin coffee shop barista; cis/het female reader; “blank canvas”/no physical description/no name/no use of “Y/N”)

Warnings: slow-burn; references to previous hiring of sex workers; cigarette smoking; Javier masturbating

Javier Peña felt like he was at loose ends. Not for the first time in his life, but it’s different feeling ‘lost’ as a young man than feeling ‘lost’ when you’re on the wrong side of 40. At least a teenager can still expect their whole life ahead of them. Since leaving the DEA and the fight in Colombia behind, he had been feeling directionless.

Spending some time at his dad’s ranch in Laredo had helped, the way that hard labor and sweat always does. It left him too tired to ruminate, to sink into the blues and feel sorry for himself. He had lined up a teaching job at a university in D.C. but it didn’t start until the fall semester, and Javier wasn’t looking forward to an entire blazing-hot summer on the ranch. So when his friend Bill called from Austin and offered a short contract job doing consulting for one of the state agencies, he jumped at the chance.

Javier landed at Mueller Airport at 2:00 in the afternoon on the second Saturday in June. He made his way out of luggage pickup to the Hertz desk and signed for a rental car. It didn’t take him long to find the apartment complex where Bill had arranged for him to stay. Bill’s coworker’s son had graduated from UT Austin in May, and the lease wasn’t up until August, so everything worked out perfectly. Javi could sublet for the remainder of the summer, and the apartment complex was close enough to the office that he could take the bus, meaning he wouldn’t have to put too many miles on the rental car or pay for parking downtown. A small, blandly furnished one-bedroom apartment near work was perfect. He could make it work for two months, and he had certainly lived in much worse places during his years traveling.

On Monday Javier was introduced around the office and given his portfolio of cases to consult on. He also found out that the coffee in the office was total shit. He had spent too many years drinking government-grade slop at the DEA and other agencies to put up with it now. He wasn’t one to complain, or to order any of the frilly new designer coffee drinks that seemed to be making the rounds among the ladies in the secretarial pool, but he had noticed a coffee shop between here and the bus stop. Some local place, one of those Austin things where they boasted about fair trade and locally roasted beans. If they made a decent cup of black coffee he could splurge, buy a cup on his way into the office each day.

The bus dropped him off at the corner at 7:45, so he could grab a coffee and still be on time to work at 8:00. Punctuality wasn’t always his strong suit, but Javier wanted to at least make a good impression while he was consulting. You never knew who might be a network contact to something good, and he didn’t want to screw Bill over after he had recommended him for the contract.

Tuesday Javier tried the coffee shop and found out that their coffee was not only decent for the price, it was actually good. Wednesday he went back again, this time brushing fingers with the pretty barista by accident. He offered her a “thanks” and then went on his way. Thursday he walked in and stood patiently in line behind two stoner kids trying to make up their minds between breakfast tacos and blueberry muffins. The pretty barista was there again, and she waved him over with a smile, indicating he could skip to the counter and leave the hippie kids in line.

“Black coffee, right?” Her smile actually reached her eyes, and for a moment Javier was very glad for all of the body language and psychology classes he had ever had to sit through. It was nice having a pretty lady smile at you to start your morning, and even better that this one already knew his order. She was quick, he figured, and good at her job if she had his order memorized after only two days as a customer. Not that ‘black coffee, to go’ was a difficult order, but he hadn’t expected to become a regular so quickly.

He smiled and nodded, “That’s right. Thank you.” He looked for a wedding ring and then for a nametag on her black apron, but didn’t see either one. He slid a rumpled $5 bill across the counter, larger than the singles he had paid with the previous two days, but she was nice. “Keep the change.”

He thought he saw her bite her lip as she turned away, and while she was fixing his cup he took a moment to check her out. He wasn’t some kind of pervert who would goose her from over the counter, but from what he could see she was attractive. Hell, most women were attractive to Javier. He suddenly realized it had been a while since he’d gotten laid. His last relationship was years past, and he no longer visited prostitutes regularly. Javier wasn’t a ‘reformed man’ by any means, it was just that that habit had been limited to a specific time and place in his life where he wasn’t stable enough to have a long-term relationship, and it had the added bonus of gathering intelligence.

The barista turned back to him with the cup and when she handed it off their eyes locked and their fingers touched again. He saw her pupils dilate and recognized the little spark that turned over in his own gut. Damn, she really was attractive. But Javier didn’t want to be the kind of lecherous guy who hit on a woman while she was working. Too many men mistook the minimum of customer service friendliness for a sexual invitation. Or worse, like the men who hit on waitresses on purpose since they couldn’t be outright rude to stop them. Javier suppressed a smile and took the cup from her, nodding his thanks.

On Friday when he breezed into the coffee shop he saw the pretty barista smile from behind the counter, and she immediately turned and started pouring his to-go cup. She turned back and gave him the ‘what’s up’ chin nod while holding his cup up. Javier walked up and he slid a few singles across the counter to her.

Javier gave her a warm, “Thanks,” and winked at her. That was at least a harmless bit of flirting, in line with her bright smiles and her friendliness so far. If she liked it, great; and if not, then at least he hadn’t made her uncomfortable by asking for her number or hitting on her directly. When he said, “See you next week,” she smiled that bright smile back. Javier noticed that it again reached her eyes, lighting them up just a bit more than last time. A good sign.

The weekend dragged but Javier filled it up with errands: a run to HEB for groceries and to Highland Mall for a new shirt. If there was the possibility of a date sometime in the next few weeks he at least wanted to wear something other than his work clothes. Saturday night he ordered pizza and watched a movie on TV, some lame action movie with giant muscled guys shooting way too many bullets, and of course all the curse words and a sex scene edited out for network TV. Can’t let the kiddies hear the word ‘shit’ while they’re flipping channels, but watching Stallone blow a guy’s head off is good for their growing brains. He finished his pizza and a cigarette and then felt that tug, the loose ends, a little bored.

Javier took a shower and his mind went to the pretty barista, that smile, the sparkly eyes. He thought about those eyes looking up at him through her lashes, or down at him from on top. He wondered what her skin felt like, imagining the rest of her naked, spread out, touching him all over. He felt a little bit creepy touching himself to the thought of her, hoping it didn’t make him a bad person, hoping he would see her again on Monday. But fuck it, he needed the release. Javier came, spurting hot in the steamy shower as he leaned his head on his forearm and groaned into the cold tile wall. He wished he at least knew her name.

Sunday Javier slept in and then did laundry, tidied up the apartment, and took a jog around the neighborhood. He tried to talk himself out of a repeat of Saturday’s shower. It didn’t work.

On Monday Javier lit up as soon as he stepped off the bus. The first week of the consulting gig had gone well, but today was a big meeting and he knew the agency was not going to like his recommendations. He was constantly trying to quit, but at least he had cut back recently. He was down to a pack a day and only one cup of coffee. That had to count for something, right? Maybe his doctor would finally get off his back about that.

He smoked as rapidly as he could on his way to the coffee shop, and stubbed the cigarette out as soon as he reached the big window that overlooked the street corner. He tucked his sunglasses into the top pocket of his blazer and opened the door to the coffee shop.

The pretty barista was smiling, looking right at him and already holding up his cup of coffee like a game show model holding a prize. Javier felt his heart give a little squeeze, and he smiled and winked at her again as he approached the counter.

“You psychic or something? Or am I just that predictable?”

“Both, maybe.” She wiggled her eyebrows at him and gave him a toothy grin.

Javier opened his wallet and saw that his smallest bill was a $10, but he decided not to ask for change back. She was attentive to her customers, she had surprised him by having coffee ready, and she was cute. “Great service, keep the change.”

Her face lit up and she turned to put the money in the register. Javier turned and exited the front door, and then decided to look back through the big plate glass window. She was looking at him, and Javier realized that meant that she had watched him leave. He hoped he wouldn’t have to tip $10 every time to get that look. He lifted his cup, nodded at her, and then made his way to the office.

Tuesday she had his coffee ready again, so he gave her another wink with his smile, and he thought that she purposely put her fingers in a spot to touch his as she handed the cup over. He paid with a $5 bill again, and then thought about her smile and her touch all the way to the office a few blocks north. He didn’t want her to think that the overtipping was him trying to come on to her; it really was nice to have his order ready to go every day.

On Wednesday she had his coffee ready again as soon as he walked in, but Javier supposed that was a testament to the bus schedule more than his own punctuality. This time he paid with singles. But he didn’t want her to think the smaller tip was because of anything wrong with her customer service, so he smiled a little more warmly, turning the charm up as much as he dared without just outright hitting on her. He noticed she was looking again through the glass as he left. But of course the only reason he knew that was because he had looked, too.

On Thursday Javier decided that it wouldn’t hurt to flirt a little more obviously, but to give her an out in case she wasn’t interested. He didn’t want to make her uncomfortable or fuck up his supply of good coffee, so he decided to take it a little slow. When he got to the corner he glanced into the window of the coffee shop and saw the pretty barista looking right at him. He took that as a good sign that she might be receptive to his flirting. He opened the door and let someone exit, then walked up to the counter. She pointed at his cup sitting on the counter in front of her, smiling that bright smile.

He arched an eyebrow up. “You trying to get rid of me? In and out so quickly?”

She grinned at him. “Depends on how long you were planning to stay. We close at 1:00 a.m. after open mic tonight. After that you gotta go somewhere else.” That was the most that she’d spoken to him yet. Javier decided to take his chance.

“And what time do you get off, after the morning shift?”

“Depends on who’s asking.” She winked and then bit the inside of her lips, like she had said something she shouldn’t have.

Javier decided to be direct. At least that would give her the chance to say ‘no’ if she wasn’t interested. He locked eyes with her and said, “I am.”

He was relieved to see her flash that big smile, all pretty soft lips and sparkly eyes. “I finish at 1:00, after the lunch rush.”

“Good to know.” He stuck his hand out to shake. “I’m Javier, by the way.” She continued to smile as she gave him her name. When she took his hand she gave a good firm shake, not like one of those women who went limp as soon as they shook a man’s hand. Javier liked her even more.

He fished a few bills out of his wallet. “Can I maybe stop by after your shift, take you to lunch sometime?”

“You can do me one better than that.” She reached down to grip the lid and spun the cup. He saw her name and seven digits scribbled in Sharpie. “My phone number’s on the cup.”

Javier gave her the eyebrows, very much enjoying how direct she was. It was nice to get a clear signal from a pretty lady, instead of having to play guessing games and worry about overstepping. He pursed his lips and nodded in approval.

“You do that for all your customers?”

“Just the best tippers.” And there was her pretty smile and her wink again, so soon after the first one.

Javier decided to give her both barrels. He put his hand out again, palm up instead of a handshake. When she put her hand in his he lifted her knuckles to his lips and pressed a soft kiss, giving her a look from under his eyelashes before he let go.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” Javier picked up the cup and left, and gave her a warm smile through the glass as he walked away. As soon as he got to the office he jotted her name and the number on a scrap of paper and tucked it into his wallet. He felt hopeful in a way that he hadn’t for a long time, and he rolled the cup endlessly between his palms while he considered his options. Options. Something he sometimes had taken for granted in life, until those moments where they suddenly ran out.

Javier drained the last of the coffee and then scribbled over her number with a Sharpie before tossing the cup in the trash. No sense in letting her number out into the world where some creep might find it. He smoked his third cigarette of the day out on the plaza and thought about her smile, the brush of her fingers on his, the way she approached him directly. He could use a friend in town, one who wasn’t a guy at the agency or an old college buddy. One who was soft and sweet and might be open to a date… or more. He checked his watch and calculated the hours until 1:00 p.m.

Normally he wouldn’t go back to the coffee shop until tomorrow morning, but it wouldn’t hurt to pop back over there today at the end of her shift, see if she wanted to grab lunch, right? He hoped it wouldn’t scare her off, going back so quickly. He stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray by the lobby door and jogged back up to his office, taking the stairs two at a time. He wanted to finish up, get this meeting over with, see if he could get over to the coffee shop before she left. He sat in the meeting, watching the clock hands spin slowly, listening to someone drone on about a budget issue that didn’t impact his work, and which could have been a memo in the first place. He felt his irritation creep up the longer the meeting went on.

Finally the meeting closed and Javier hopped to his feet. He told Bill he was headed to lunch and then jogged back down the stairwell instead of waiting for the elevator. He walked the few blocks to the coffee shop, keeping an eye on his watch. He hoped he wouldn’t miss her.

When he got to the coffee shop he opened the door and let his eyes adjust to the dim light for a moment. And then he saw her, slinging her bag over one shoulder and coming out from behind the counter. Javier smiled.

She stopped a foot away and smiled softly, “Hey.”

Javier realized he was still wearing his sunglasses, no wonder it was so dark. He took them off and slipped them into his blazer pocket. He really hoped she wouldn’t think it was weird, him coming back so soon.

“Hey, I’m glad I caught you. Are you busy, or can I take you to lunch today?”

Her face lit up. Good sign. “No, I’m not busy. I’d love to go.”

She gestured out the big window, “There’s a sandwich place around the corner, and a park we can go sit in.”

Javier felt his face split into a wide grin. “That’s perfect.”

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comfortwriting · 3 years

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The Haunt Of Happy Couples - F.W

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Fred Weasley x Fem Reader

Prompt 63: You blushed and shook your head, hiding behind your book.

Prompt 64: The butterflies in your stomach flew around in circles, looking across the class his gaze met with yours, he smirked and winked at you.

About: Fred and Y/N have been sharing glances, flashing smirks and giggles for months but haven’t said a word to one another - only admiring from a distance. One afternoon, Fred decides to take things to the next level, as gentlemanly as he can be.

Warnings: mega fluff! mention of food and eating.

“Y/N” Your friend Becky whispered over breakfast “he’s looking at you again.”

You blushed and shook your head, hiding behind your book.

By ‘he’ you know who she meant - it couldn’t be anyone other than Fred Weasley, the lad in the year above who constantly got into trouble, and was always up to no good with his twin.

At first, it started off with meeting each others gaze of breakfast, it only happened once or twice until it became an everyday occurrence.

Soon enough, the two of you shared glances everywhere you passed, Fred throwing in the knee-shaking wink once or twice when he felt extra cheeky, making you blush and giggle which made him break out into the biggest smiles you had ever seen.

The two of you maintained eye contact, sharing these winks, blushes, and giggles through the halls, over your meals across the table, high up in the stands whilst you watched him play Quidditch; so much so you were becoming each others shadows, despite never actually saying a word to each other.

“He looks at me every day, Becky” you replied, a smile creeping up on your lips, still hiding behind your book - trying to play hard to get.

“I still can’t understand why you won’t ask him out, I mean..” your friend trailed off, realising she could be potentially stepping into dangerous waters - but you couldn’t blame how she felt - Fred had to be the most gorgeous lad you ever laid eyes on, every single thing about him was nothing short of perfect.

You gave her an odd look “The guy always makes the first move, besides, even if I wanted to I’m too scared! I don’t want to scare him off!!” you huffed.

Becky put her hands up in defence “I wasn’t going to make a move! Everyone knows you’re practically his girl”

You felt your cheeks heat up, Fred elevated in his seat, trying to catch glances of you whilst you were hiding away, his heart fluttering watching them flush red, he put his head down, pretending to focus on the boring Daily Prophet, listening in on your conversation.

“you wouldn’t scare him off either” she sighed, sipping the last few drops of her pumpkin juice “he wouldn’t flinch if Snape yelled at him”

You couldn’t help but chuckle, Becky was right, you wouldn’t scare Fred off at all, even if you had two heads. “But Snape doesn’t yell” you laughed, rolling your eyes, lowering your book down as you started to cool off.

The sound of your laughter was music to Fred’s ears, his heart fluttering even more, like butterflies being freed from their cocoons.

You and Becky left the table, setting off to your first class, you usually waited outside the great hall for Fred and suddenly pretend to bump into him - Fred knew you waited there on purpose and he thought it was the cutest thing in the world.

“You going to ask her then, Freddie?” George asked, watching you walk out.

Fred smiled to himself and folded up the newspaper on the table, placing it down on the table “you know what George” Fred replied, “I think I will.”

Fred stood up tall and waltzed out of the great hall, his brother following behind. Replaying the word he would say over and over in his head and going through the plan if you were to say yes, Valentines Day coming around the corner.

Finding you stood in the same place every morning like clockwork, his eyes searched your gorgeous Y/E/C ones, he walked towards you, your heart racing.

Oh my god, he’s walking over, he’s actually getting closer, he’s not doing this by accident. Play it cool, don’t be too excited but don’t be too moody, don’t overthink things, don’t underthink just breathe--

“Hello love” Fred smiled, now standing beside you.

This is the closest he had ever been, you could now count the individual freckles on his face, you could study his brown eyes, his eyelashes and soft lips, you could see the fabric of his clothing, you could smell his unbelievable, sweet and comforting scent.

“H-Hi Fred” you smiled back, your voice slightly shaking.

Becky stood there awkwardly, already feeling like a third wheel, slightly jealous but so excited that the ball was finally rolling.

“Uh,” Becky interrupted “I’ll see you in class, Y/N.” smiling and walking away, waving goodbye.

“I was wondering” Fred pursed his lips, feeling more nervous than he ever had in his life “if you uh, wanted to go out on a date in Hogsmeade, with Valentine’s Day coming up and that.”

Your heart sped up so fast you started to get dizzy, the world around you spinning uncontrollably like you were travelling through a portkey, your thoughts of excitement and pure shock drowning out the other students passing by.

He wants to go on a date... with me... with me... no other girl, just me.

Fred couldn’t help but feel relieved and fall even more in love with you because of your facial expression, although no words had escaped your mouth, you were smiling widely and your cheeks were as hot as usual, your eyes full of stars.

“Yeah of course I would love to” you babbled, starting to stumble over your words, the heat from your cheeks spreading across the rest of your face.

Fred couldn’t help but laugh at how cute you were, he brushed his golden hair out of his face, licking his lips.

“Saturday, I’ll wait for you here and we’ll go to Hogsmeade for the day” he smiled “don’t bring any money, everything is on me.”

The two of you stared at one another awkwardly, suddenly realising the number of students who were pushing past to get to their classes, you smiled sweetly and adjusted your bag on your shoulder.

“Well, I’ll see you Saturday” you blushed.

“Bright and early!” Fred replied, nodding, winking you goodbye and reuniting with his twin.

You were ecstatic, delirious even - you were going on a date with Fred Weasley, the lad that all the girls swooned over and talked about, you of all people. You rarely felt good about yourself, but this... this made you feel more alive than ever, finally catching up to other girls in the race, and beating them as you inched closer to the finish line.

Throughout Divination, you messed with Becky, refusing to tell her what happened whilst she got a head start to the worlds most boring lesson. All you could do was smirk, blush, laugh and smirk again, you were on cloud nine and couldn’t see yourself coming off it anytime soon.

“Please!” She begged, groaning at the tea leaves in the bottom of her cup “I’m desperate.”

You grabbed her cup and looked at her tea leaves, reading them “looks as if you’ve got an angry snake” you replied, pretending to cower in fear as Trelawney passed by.

“Oh come off it!” Becky complained, leaning back in her chair “I wasn’t on about that-”

“I know, I know, alright” you cut her off, giving in “He asked me if I wanted to go on a date with him on Saturday.”

Becky’s jaw dropped and an excited grin splashed across her face, she leaned in so fast on her chair she nearly sent her cup and saucer flying across the room.

“Oh that’s absolutely brilliant, Y/N!” she beamed, clapping her hands together and rubbing them “so, where is he taking you?”

“I’m not sure” you shrugged “somewhere in Hogsmeade!” you replied, beaming back at her, feeling the excitement sprout and bloom all over again in your tummy.

“Valentine’s Day too!” she squealed “oh how romantic, you and Fred, wow!”

“I know!” you giggled, looking over your cup and pretending to read your tea leaves, the two of you going quiet as Trelawney walked past again “I’m really excited” you whispered.

“What's the plan then, Freddie?” George asked, walking off the Quidditch pitch, mud and dirt covering his knees, arms, and chest.

“Well” sighed Fred, his muscles hurting slightly, “I’m going to take her to that tea shop, Madam Puddifoot’s, is it?”

“Oh yeah” grinned George, walking into the changing rooms, sitting down on the bench “ tacky, frilly, and cramped?”

Fred flipped his brother off and started to get undressed, thinking about what he would wear and how he would woo you.

“I’m quite nervous” he admitted “she’s the only girl I’ve ever really fancied” Fred pulled off his shirt, grabbing his towel to go for a shower.

George pulled his shoes off in synch with his brother, groaning from his backache “makes you go all tingly does she?” he teased.

“Oh bugger off” Fred yelled behind him, walking into the showers and stepping underneath the warm, running water.

George laughed “I’m only bloody joking, she’s so tiny compared to you, I think she’s proper cute” he grabbed a towel of his own and went for a shower too.

You counted down the days: Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and now finally Friday.

Unfortunately, no matter how nervous or excited you were, your last class of the day was dragging like no other; you were perched on your stool in Snape’s gloomy and cold dungeon, following the same sentence in your potions book - over and over and over, none of it making any sense. You were so drunk on the excitement of tomorrows date you thought you could hear Fred’s voice from behind you, you were going mad, surely, until -

“Y/N” Becky whispered daringly “look behind you”

Turning around and looking over your shoulder, Fred stood in the large, arched doorway, the butterflies in your stomach flew around in circles, looking across the class his gaze met with yours, he smirked and winked at you.

“What is so important, Mr Weasley?” Snape droned on, looking up from his projector.

Fred unfolded his arms “I’ve got a note that excuses me from next weeks detention” he spoke up.

You felt tempted to ‘ooo’ him but you knew Snape wouldn’t stand for it - detention with him alone scared you.

Snape sour expression became more exaggerated and his greasy hair fell in front of his face “do you have a note?”

“Yeah” Fred replied, digging in his pocket and pulling it out, handing it to Snape “there”

Snape looked over it for a second and appeared to be most displeased, almost clenching his teeth “Your head of house will be notified when I have chosen a day to reschedule, now get out.”

Snape faced the back of the class and continued to teach, Fred winked at you and mouth “I’ll see you tomorrow, love.”

You turned around and covered your mouth with your hand, if tomorrow didn’t come soon enough you felt as if you could explode. Luckily, after Snape’s class, the rest of your day flew by, but as you laid in bed, staring up at the ceiling, you couldn’t fall asleep - no matter how hard you tried.

You kept going over and over everything you would say, the questions you might ask, how you were going to laugh and smile, if you would hold his hand if he reached out for it, you were running through everything that would happen naturally and so did Fred.

He couldn’t sleep either, he stared at his clothes, the hand-me-down trousers from Bill, the boots from Charlie and the beautifully knitted jumper from his mother, Molly, the massive ‘F’ staring back at him, encouraging him to get some sleep.

Taking a deep breath, you left the common room after giving Becky a tight hug, Fred also on his way, gave George a thumbs up, both of you getting closer and closer.

You could make out the massive green ‘F’ on Fred’s brown jumper as he inched closer and closer, his maroon trousers and black boots making him look as if he were some sort of model or band member. Your heart pounded and you could feel yourself forget everything you went over one hundred times over the night before.

Play it cool, play it cool, it’s just a date - holy shit he’s so beautiful.

Fred fell head over heels at the sight of you out of your robes and in the long-sleeved yellow frilly dress, your daffodil necklace twinkling when the sun beamed down upon it, your adorable denim teddy bear Mary Jane buckle shoes made Fred want to run over and lift you up into his arms.

“Fancy seeing you here” he joked, pushing stray hairs behind his ears.

You nodded and laughed lightly “what a coincidence!”

Your walk to Hogsmeade couldn’t have gone any better, the two of you had plenty to talk about, and plenty more to laugh and smirk about, you were so interested in his dad’s career, along with his brothers Bill and Charlie. Fred couldn’t help but tease you for your perfect clean record, zero detentions and only scoring high grades.

When sharing things about yourself with Fred, he focused hard listened, remembering little details and making mental notes on your interests, what you did and didn’t like to do at the weekend, read about or even wear.

Entering Hogsmeade, the breeze blew your hair back and sent shivers down your spine, the hairs standing up on the back of your neck and on your arms, you shivered, wishing you had brought a coat or jumper out with you.

Fred noticed and thanked the weather for giving him this chance, a move he had planned thoroughly. Pulling off his jumper and making sure it wasn’t inside out, he handed it to you “Put this on if you’re cold, Y/N.”

Your heart skipped beats and the flowers of excitement that bloomed inside of you grew in size, the petals expanding, the pollen strengthening, calling out for bees.

You accepted his gentlemanly gesture “thank you” you smiled, pulling his jumper over you, your hands sliding down the long sleeves.

Fred’s cheeks went red, the sight of you drowning in his jumper made you stand out to him even more - no other girl could pull off his clothing as good as you, you had it all, you had everything that every other girl lacked, you were the one, you had to be.

Finally reaching Madam Puddifoot’s, Fred opened the door for you and followed you inside, he found the table he reserved for you and pulled out your chair before getting himself sat down.

You couldn’t believe your eyes, the entire tea shop decorated just for one day felt truly special, you couldn’t believe this was real life, wearing Fred’s jumper, on a date in a teashop celebrating such a small holiday. This realisation gave you the confidence you needed, after all, you were here, no other girls, just you.

You were amazed at the frills, bows, the lacy napkins and china sugar bowls that sat on the table, the golden cherubs throwing pink confetti in Fred’s hair.

You giggled at the sight, Fred went red and tried to brush the confetti out of his golden hair, muttering under his breath at the cherubs.

“You should leave it in” you giggled “you look so cute with pink confetti in your hair.”

Fred smirked and shook his head “I’m flattered, Y/N” he replied, “but pink isn’t my colour.”

“Well, I disagree” you beamed “the next time a jumper of my own stretches in the wash you’ll have to try it on” you teased, pulling on the sleeves of his jumper “Thank you for the jumper” you blushed, remembering it was his “it’s lovely and warm.” you nuzzled into it, the scent of cinnamon engulfing you.

“Keep it” Fred smiled, showing off his pearly white teeth.

After running through the menu together and more pink confetti landing in Fred’s hair, the two of you ordered your drinks which were served incredibly fast despite how many couples had arrived within twenty minutes of being sat down and flirting successfully with Fred.

The two of you continued to laugh, joke, flirt and learn more about each other over your drinks which had warmed your tummies in preparation for bracing the cold as you left the teashop, still having enough to talk about and having moments of silence that weren’t awkward.

Walking towards Honey Dukes hoping you could buy Fred some sweets as he paid for your drink, your hand brushed against his, and like Fred did when you shivered, you took your chance and took hold of his hand.

Fred looked down at his large hand in your small one, he let go for a moment, making you worry, until he snatched your hand in his, his thumb tracing circles over fingers, you felt relieved but also floating higher in the sky on cloud nine.

Fred stopped outside Honey Dukes, the end of your nose pink from the cold air, he admired every detail of your face and squeezed your hand gently, you admired his face too, counting those freckles you loved so much, the two of you so close you could feel his breath warm up your cold skin.

Fred closed his eyes and leaned in, knowing what was about to happen, you closed your eyes and tilted your head, leaning in too. Your lips brushed against his soft ones and finally joined up, the two of you kissing softly whilst his other hand snaked around your waist pulling you closer to him.

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atlafan · 4 years

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The Tutor - Part Two

a/n: thank you all for the support on the original one shot. I just really love these guys, so I had to make a part two, and may even go back to them at some point for some other fun stuff, but for now, here’s the second half of fall semester! Read part one here!

Warnings: angst, we start out with a lot of angst I’m so sorry. Plenty of fluff and smut to balance it out though! Partying, alcohol consumption.

Words: 18.7K

Part Three

Harry thought he was going to be sick. There it was, sitting right in front of him on his desk: C-. For the life of him he couldn’t remember the last time he did so poorly on a test. It was for his Conversational French class. Harry knew French well, that’s why he was in a higher level course. Most students needed a full year of a language, but he only needed one because he tested out of the lower levels. It was his own fault.

The night before the test when he should have been studying he was buried deep inside Y/N. The hockey team had won an away game, and she asked him to come over for a little while and he physically couldn’t say no to her. He didn’t think he would end up staying the night, but he did. Y/N had whispered that she wanted to do it again, and she had pinned him down, and he sort of really liked that so once again he didn’t say no. And the way she was riding him and panting his name and looking down at him with her big eyes. Anyone would have stayed the night after that.

He knew he didn’t do his best on the test, but he thought he’d at least get a B, not a fucking C-. He sighs heavily as class ends.

“Monsieur Styles…” The professor makes a come her motion with her pointer finger. He turns around and walks over to her desk. “Normally I wouldn’t be so worried about a C, but you always get A’s on your tests, what happened?”

“I…I guess I didn’t study as much as I should have. Maybe I just got cocky and thought I knew the material more than I did…”

“Harry, you’re always going to the study group meetings, did you not go last week?”

“No, something else came up.”

“Like what?”

“Well…” He runs a hand through his hair. “My girlfriend is on the hockey team, and they just won a game on the road, and…” He sighs. “I know it’s not a great excuse, I’m sorry. I’ll buckle down for the next test.”

“Look, I know having a partner in college is very exciting. You’re an adult, you don’t have a curfew, and you don’t a have a parent telling you to keep the door open, but try to keep your priorities straight. You’re a very bright student, and I hate to see your grades suffer in this course, or others.” She takes a sip of her water. “I’ll let you in on a secret, but only because I thought you were going to wet your pants when you saw your grade. I tend to drop the lowest grades at the end of the semester, so you don’t have too much to worry about GPA wise, but try not to let this continue.”

“Okay, I promise I’ll do better on the next one. Thank you so much.” He smiles and leaves the classroom.

She was right, he didn’t want his other grades to suffer. Harry nearly had a 4.0, and he wanted to keep it that way. He needed to buckle back down, but he wasn’t quite sure how to explain this to Y/N. He liked spending his free time with her, but maybe he was being a little too available. It was almost time for their tutoring session, maybe in the seriousness of the library he could have this chat with her.

Y/N was overly excited to see Harry. She had wonderful news for him. She had spoken with her mom, and they both thought it would be a good idea to invite Harry home for Thanksgiving. He had explained that he just stayed on campus last year and that it was really boring. She bounces into the library looking cute as ever in her sweats, and goes over to their usual table. He was already set up and looking serious.

“Hey you.” She says, kissing his cheek. He gives her a soft smile as she sits down. “How’s your day been?”

“Alright.”

“Just alright?” She pouts. “Well, maybe explaining the difference between bonobos and apes to me will add some excitement.” She laughs and takes her books out. “I mean, I sort of get it. One group is super chill and sexual, and the other group is fucking crazy and aggressive. The main difference I noticed is that one group is matriarchal and the other group is patriarchal, so what I wanna know is, why don’t all people study these two groups? I find it to be absolutely fascinating, and-“

“Y/N, please!” Harry snaps. “Why do you even need my help anymore? It seems like you’ve got it.”

“I…well…I mean it’s helpful to talk these things through with you. I need to write a paper about this and I was sort of hoping you could guide me with my outline. Maybe point me to some good sources.” She chews on her bottom lip. “You don’t want to tutor me anymore?” God, he was so fucked for her. How did one girl hold so much power over him?

“It’s not that, I…I mean, we meet up like this twice a week for two hours, four hours total, and then we also meet up to do homework together other nights and that goes on for hours, and sometimes we don’t even end up doing homework, and…ugh, look at this!” He slaps his French test down on the table. She scans it over and gives him a confused look.

“What’s wrong with it?”

“I got a C-, Y/N!”

“Is that bad?” She was genuinely confused.

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah…”

“It’s terrible! Luckily my professor told me she usually drops our lowest grades at the end of the semester, but what if this happens again?”

“Are…are you blaming me for your grade?”

“Well, I was at your place the night before my test when I should have been studying. You invited me over after you guys won your away game, remember?”

“Yeah, I remember you kissing and touching all up on me. You didn’t mention once that you had a test. If you did I would have told you to go home, or I wouldn’t have invited you over at all.” She shakes her head. “I can’t believe you right now. Just because you have poor time management doesn’t mean-“

“I do not have poor time management.” He seethes. “I have impeccable time management.”

“Well, apparently you don’t, otherwise you would have left more time to study for your fucking French test.” She huffs, and takes her highlighter out to help herself as she looks for quotes in her book.

“I can’t believe that you don’t even care that I got a bad grade.”

“That’s the difference between you and I, Harry. When I see a C, I don’t think it’s a bad grade. Had that been a D-, then okay I would probably be more concerned. You said it yourself, she’s going to drop your lowest grade, so it’s no big deal.” She looks at him. “You’re on the clock right now, aren’t you? I need your help with this.”

“Fine.” He leans closer to her and they work on her outline for a bit. They only talk about things related to the class. When ten of four hits, he starts packing up and so does she.

“You’re being a baby.” She mumbles.

“No I’m not. I have to keep up a specific GPA for the grant that I was given.”

“Yeah, same here, Harry. News flash, half of the students here have to keep up a specific GPA, you’re not special in that.” She slings her bag over her shoulder. “You can blame me all you want for your grade, but that’s on you. Learn some self-control because I will not be made into being a fucking distraction to some boy.”

Before he can say he’s more than just some boy to her and that he’s her boyfriend, she’s gone. Harry slumps forward and knuckles at his eyes. She made a fair point, he shouldn’t blame her for distracting him. He needed to create a boundary. This is probably why he was fine just having a couple of casual hookups last year as opposed to having a girlfriend. It’s much easier to just text someone if they’re up on the weekends, and then focus on school work during the week. With Y/N he just wanted to be in her company whenever he could, and with that came his urge to really be in her company. Maybe he did need some self-control. She had no problem telling him when she wasn’t in the mood or couldn’t come over, he needed to do the same.

Harry: hey, can I call you later?

Gemma: of course! I’m getting ready for bed soon though…

Harry: oh right, time zones, I’ll call you now

“What’s up, H?”

“How do you handle being in a relationship and getting good grades at the same time?” He asks as he heads out of the library, not wanting to disturb anyone.

“Jesus, you’ve been seeing this girl for all of two months. What happened, did you fail a test?”

“No! I got a C- on a French test.”

“You’re freaking out over a class that isn’t even one of your major courses?”

“What if it’s a slippery slope? You had a boyfriend in uni, how’d you manage your time?”

“I just told him when I was busy, and then we found other times to hang out. Usually we’d try to meet up for lunch or dinner if we could.”

“We usually sit with our other friends at lunch…and she doesn’t go to the dining hall for dinner because she cooks with her roommates after her workouts. We’re both really busy in our own rights, so it’s like the second we’re both free…”

“Do you have sleepovers?”

“Gemma.” Harry blushes as he gets into his apartment.

“Harry, I’m not asking you what you’re doing, I’m just asking if you spend the night.”

“Yeah, mostly on the weekends though…”

“And what night does the weekend start?”

“Sometimes on Thursdays…but she usually has early practice on Friday mornings, so-“

“I think you two should define which nights are for sleepovers. So, if you hang out on a Wednesday or something it’s clear no one’s staying over.”

“But I’d feel so guilty leaving after we…you know.”

“Just communicate about that too.”

“I don’t want her thinking I’m only going over there for that though.”

“Harry, I’m going to say this slowly. Communicate.”

“She’s probably so mad at me.” He groans as he gets into his room.

“Why?”

“I sort of blamed my grade on her…”

“Harry!”

“I know! I’m an idiot, okay?”

“Well, you better fix it. If you think a relationship in uni is distracting, a break up is ten times worse.”

Y/N was sprinting on the treadmill, she was beyond pissed. She wanted to bash Harry’s head against the table in the library. She hops off the treadmill once her run is done, and she goes into the weight room with the other girls to work with the weight trainer. She was being more quiet than usual as she lifted.

“Take a ten minute break girls, then we’ll work on the deadlifts.” The trainer says.

“Y/N, are you alright?” Ashley asks.

“No.” She looks away.

“What’s wrong?”

“Harry and I got into a fight.” She mumbles.

“Aw, about what? Want me to beat him up?”

“No.” Y/N laughs. “Thanks though. He got what he thinks is a bad grade on some test and he blamed me.”

“What the fuck?” Amanda says, overhearing the conversation. “Why would he do that?”

“Apparently he was at our place the night before his test so he didn’t study the way he should have, but that’s not my fault. He could have left or not come over at all.”

“Y/N.” Ashley sighs. “You’re both right and you’re both wrong. Try to think of it from his perspective, or, like what if the shoe was on the other foot? Like say you spent the night and overslept and missed practice. You’d probably blame him when it’s on you to make sure your alarm is set, right?”

“I guess so.”

“Cut him some slack. What was the grade?”

“Only a C-.”

“Well, if that’s a big deal to him you have to respect that.”

“Alright, ladies! Let’s get back to it.” The trainer says.

Ashley winks at Y/N, and she smiles. She was right, and talking it through calmed her down a little. She used whatever anger she still had to fuel the rest of her workout. Her, Gina, and Amanda all go home, take their turns showering and eat dinner. It was around seven when Y/N sat down to finish up some homework. Harry hadn’t texted, but she hadn’t texted him either. She wasn’t sure if she should give him some space to cool off or not. She never had to deal with something like this before.

“I’m gonna go up and try to FaceTime him, I’ll be back in a minute.” She tells the girls as she leaves the living room. The phone rings for a while, and then he finally answers. “Hey.”

“Hi.”

“Sorry if I’m bothering you, I just thought we should talk.”

“Please don’t break up with me.”

Harry had, like, really bad anxiety, and this entire situation flared it up. It probably didn’t help that he was always drinking coffee. He talked with Y/N briefly about it, in case he ever had an anxiety attack in front of her, he didn’t want her to be scared.

“What?! Harry, first of all, I would never do that over a fucking FaceTime, second of all, how could you think I would break up with you at all?”

“I don’t know, my sister got into my head and…sorry…I’m really sorry for snapping at you earlier, that wasn’t fair.”

“I’m sorry for not understanding how much your grade bothered you.” She chews on her bottom lip. “I should have been more sympathetic.”

“And I shouldn’t have blamed you…it was my own fault for not making more time to study. I’m trying to balance you with everything else, and it’s hard sometimes.”

“I know, but if you need to study I don’t want you to feel bad for not being able to come over or something.”

“Well, I could come over…but I can’t always spend the night.”

“Okay.”

“It’s just that…it would make me feel guilty if I didn’t.”

“Why?”

“Because if it’s a night we decide to hook up and I don’t stay I feel like you’d be upset. I wouldn’t want you to feel like I was only coming over for that either.”

“Harry, it’s okay. You don’t always have to spend the night afterwards. You have your own life. We can keep sleepovers for the weekends if you want.”

“Yeah, I think that would be a good idea. Things are just going to get crazier as finals creep up. I mean, it’s already almost Thanksgiving for fuck’s sake.”

“About that.” She smiles. “Before you got pissy at the library earlier, I was actually pretty excited to see you.”

“You were?” His face softens.

“Mhm, I talked with my mom, and well…I was wondering if you’d wanna come home with me for Thanksgiving…”

“Really?” He perks up.

“Yeah! I want you to meet the rest of my family, and you said how boring staying on campus was last year.”

“Y/N, I’d love to come home with you.” He beams. “Thank you.”

“Yay! I’m glad you want to.” She beams back. “I love you, Harry.”

“I love you, too.”

“I need to get back to my homework, and I’m sure you do too. Will you be at the game tomorrow?”

“Of course I will be.”

“Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow.”

They both hang up and feel the same wave of relief. Harry gets back to studying, but not before texting his sister to let her know he’s been invited home with Y/N for Thanksgiving. He was too giddy to not tell someone.

Harry goes to Y/N’s game Wednesday, clad in the jersey she had given him. Sometimes he was given looks, he knew they weren’t the most typical couple, but he didn’t really care what other people thought. He sits with Andrew, Billy, Air, and her new boyfriend Scott. Niall and Louis also join, handing Harry his requested hotdog.

“Thanks, mate.” He says to Louis as he sits next to him.

“No problem. Think this is first women’s game I’ve ever been to, sort of feel guilty.”

“Me too.” Niall says. “Glad we didn’t have a game tonight. Bout time we came to see your girl play.”

Harry chuckles and shakes his head. He bites into his hotdog just as the lights dim and both teams skate out onto the ice. The crowd cheers, and his face lights up when he sees Y/N. Number 21 in all her glory. She assists two goals in the first period, giving the girls a decent lead for the second period. During the second period she gets her shit rocked by one of the bigger girls on the other team, and the wind gets knocked out of her. Harry was frightened when she didn’t immediately get up. A trainer and the coach go out onto the ice to help her up. The other girl gets benched for the rest of the game for unnecessary roughness, and the arena claps for Y/N as she’s helped off the ice.

“Oh my god, I have to, I have to go see if she’s okay!” Harry says frantically.

“Harry!” Andrew grabs him. “They’re not going to let you into the women’s locker room.”

“I know, but maybe I can go wait for her where the trainer’s office is, that’s probably where they brought her, right?”

“He’s right, mate.” Louis says. “You’ll have to wait until they bring her back out.” He puts his hand on Harry’s shoulder to get him to sit back down. “I know it sucks right now, but she’s in good hands, she’ll be alright.”

After what felt like a lifetime, Harry squints and sees Y/N sitting on the bench. Her helmet and all of her other gear was off. All she had on were her warm ups.

“Fuck, I hope she doesn’t have a concussion.”

“They wouldn’t have let her sit out there if she did.” Niall says. “No fucking way, the ice would be blinding her.”

“Bruised rib?” Harry looks at Louis and Niall.

“Har, you’ll find out soon enough.” Louis gives him a reassuring smile. “Try to calm down. She looks fine.”

Harry sighs, his leg won’t stop bouncing as he sits in the stands. The rest of the game goes by agonizingly slow. Luckily the girls won 2-0, so at least everyone would be in decent enough mood. Harry says goodbye to everyone as he nearly sprints out of the arena to wait for Y/N where he usually did down below at the ice near the skate rentals. When he sees her come through the doors with Amanda and Gina, he races over to her, throwing his arms around her top half.

“Harry! Babe, you’re crushing me!” She laughs and pats his back. His hands move to cup her jaw and he kisses her over and over.

“I was so scared! What happened? Are you alright?” His eyes scan over her body.

“I’m fine!” She giggles and takes his hands away from her face. “I got the wind knocked out of me, and they had me sit out for the rest of the game because they put some ice on my ribs.” She unzips her sweatshirt to show him. “I’m fine though, that girl just rammed into me.”

“For no fucking reason.” Gina scoffs. “She’s lucky we didn’t all attack her.”

“Whatever, at least we won.” Y/N shrugs. “Sorry I couldn’t text you or anything, phones aren’t allowed on the bench.” She says to Harry.

“It’s okay, I’m just glad you’re alright.”

“We’re all gonna go downtown for dinner to celebrate. Do you have homework or anything?”

He did have homework. He had a powerpoint he needed to work on. But he so desperately just wanted to be with her.

“Um, I have a presentation I need finish up, so…I guess I should go do that, but text me when you’re back on campus. If I’m done with everything I could come over after.”

“Okay.” She smiles and kisses him again. “Sorry you were so worried.”

“I’m just glad you don’t have a concussion or something.”

“Nope, nothing that serious.”

“Come on, we better get down there before they eat all the food.” Amanda says.

Y/N waves off to Harry and leaves with the girls. It was too bad because he liked getting dinner with the hockey girls, but he needed to stick to what he and Y/N spoke about last night. It’ll be a reward or a treat for him to see her once he’s done with his work. That was all the motivation he needed to finish up his presentation, and get some other homework done.

Harry: hey baby, I just finished everything up…do you still wanna get together? Are you doing hw?

Y/N: maybe tomorrow night, I’m really tired and we have practice in the morning. But I’ll see you at 2, right?

Harry: yeah of course. Love you, goodnight!

Y/N: love you too, night!

Harry sort of felt sad that he wasn’t seeing Y/N tonight, but he couldn’t blame her for being tired. He just wanted to hold her and make her feel better, but he thought of how small her bed was and realized how she’d probably be more comfortable sleeping in it alone. He couldn’t blame her for that either. Just as he’s settling into bed, his phone goes off and he smiles.

“Y/N?”

“Hi.”

“What’s up, babe?”

“Nothing…kinda just wanted to hear your voice…”

“God, you’re gonna make me melt into a puddle over here.” He chuckles. “Are you feeling better?”

“A little yeah. They want me to sleep sort of propped up so I can breathe easier, it’s not very comfy.”

“I’m sorry, baby. Wish I could make you feel better.”

“You are.” She smiles, not that he could see. “So you were working on a presentation? For what class?”

“My anthropology class.”

“Tell me about it.”

“It’s kind of boring…”

“I don’t care, it’ll be like you’re telling me a bed time story. Please?”

“Alright.” His heart was fluttering.

Y/N fell asleep with her headphones in listening to Harry discuss his presentation. Believe it or not, talking through it helped Harry give an even better presentation than he could have hoped for. Maybe this new system will work for them.

Harry was dressed up from his presentation when Y/N met him in the library for their tutoring session. He looked incredibly handsome in his green dress pants, white button up, and floral patterned tie to match.

“Hey.” He smiles and kisses her cheek. “Let’s finish up that outline.”

“Hey, yeah.” She sits down and takes her materials out to show him. She looks him up and down. “How’d your presentation go?”

“Oh, really well actually. Talking it over with you last night actually made me feel more prepared.”

“That’s great! Sorry I fell asleep on you.” She chews on her bottom lip. “Maybe next time I could come over and you could really practice it for me.”

“You did ask for a bedtime story.” He smirks. “It’s fine. How are you feeling?”

“Much better. I took it easy during practice this morning just in case, and the trainers are going to work with me during lifting this afternoon, but I should be fine to play Saturday.”

“That’s good, and that game’s away right?”

“Yeah and we have to leave Friday night because it’s, like, hours away or something.”

Harry nods and looks over Y/N’s outline. He marks up a few spots and lets her get to work on her paper while he works on a paper of his own. He listens as she grumbles to himself and he can’t help but laugh.

“Stop, it’s not funny. I’m not a very good writer.”

“What are you struggling with?”

“I just don’t how to articulate myself professionally sometimes.”

“So write it as if you didn’t need to be professional, and then go back and edit it. Get all of your ideas out, you know?”

“Oh, good idea! Thanks, Har.” She smiles.

“It’s what I’m here for.”

She gives him a quick peck on the cheek and he sighs happily.

“Do you want to…um, come over after your workout. We could have dinner…”

“Yeah, I’d like that. Can I bring all my shit over so I can just spend the night and get up to go to practice? You live closer to the ice arena, it would be perfect.”

“Sure! That sounds great.”

While Y/N is at her workout, Harry whips up some pasta and meat sauce that he knows she’ll like. He makes enough for Louis and Niall as well. They were usually ravenous after practice just the same. Niall and Louis come bursting through the door around when Harry is pulling some garlic bread out of the oven.

“Alright! Mum cooked!” Louis teases him.

“Oi! Go fucking wash up before you start grabbing at the food, fucking animals.” Harry scolds them. “And we’re waiting to eat until Y/N gets here, you’re lucky I even made extra for the two of you.”

“Ugh, fine.” Niall says and the two go down the hall to wash up.

There’s a knock on the door and Harry practically races over to open it. He smiles at Y/N with all her bags, and he lets her in.

“I can bring those up if you want. Go ahead into the kitchen, dinner’s all set.”

“Thanks, babe.” She pecks his lips and hands her things over to him. “Hi guys.” She says to the boys as she sits down.

“How are you feeling, Y/N?” Niall asks.

“Oh, I’m fine. Took it easy today, but I’m alright.”

“I couldn’t believe how hard that girl hit you, it was wild.” Louis says.

“Okay! Everyone can make up their own plates, have at it. Made your favorite, Y/N.”

“Thank you.” She blushes and makes up a plate.

It was like they were having a family dinner, it was sort of fun. Y/N had gotten to know Niall and Louis alright over the last couple of weeks. The boys help clean up with Y/N while Harry puts the leftovers away. The two go up to his room, and she flops onto his bed. Harry gets on and crawls up her body to straddle her. She starts giggling and shakes her head.

“What?”

“I just ate so much food, I need a minute.”

“Can you even do anything? How are your ribs?”

“They’re fine, but we probably shouldn’t be too aggressive.”

“You don’t have to do a thing if you don’t want to.”

“Harry.” She scoffs.

“We haven’t really been able to makeup since our little argument the other day, I wanna make you feel good.”

“What exactly are you proposing?” She raises an eyebrow at him.

“Well, you know me, I have a bit of sweet tooth.” He grins at her and she bites her bottom lip.

He situates himself between her legs and pulls her sweatpants down. She raises her hips up to help him, and he looks up at her just to make sure what they’re doing is okay. She nods yes, and he hooks his fingers into her underwear as well. He places soft kisses on her inner thigh, working his way to her center.

“H,Harry?”

“Yeah, babe?”

“Would you do that thing where you, um, stick your tongue inside?” She was embarrassed and blushing, but she really liked it when he would do that.

“Want me to fuck you with my tongue?”

“Yeah.”

“Can do.” He smiles and dips his head back down.

He licks the flat of his tongue up her center and nibbles on her clit for a moment before licking into her. She bucks her hips up from the sensation, and he uses an arm to hold her down. He uses his other hand to rub her clit while he fucks her with his tongue.

“Fuck, oh my god.” She breathes and tangles his hair between her fingers.

He moves his face from side to side so she could catch some of the scruff on his chin, although, he only just started to grow some of his facial hair out. Harry shaved just about every day until Y/N told him once that she sort of liked the way it felt on her. Harry’s facial hair came in sort of patchy, so that’s why he would normally just shave it, but he was willing to grow it out a bit for her.

He rubs on her clit a little faster, and it has her panting and breathing rapidly. Her chest was heaving, and he could tell she was getting closer. She’s a whimpering mess when she comes to her release, and he continues to lap away at her.

“Holy shit.” She breathes as he sits up.

“Good?”

“So good, come here.”

He smiles and hovers over to kiss her. She was so fucked out she didn’t even care that she could taste herself on his tongue. He grinds himself against her and she winces.

“Too many clothes, get naked.” She whines.

Harry chuckles but does as she says. She takes her t-shirt off and sits up. She has him sit up against the wall so she can crawl into his lap.

“I think this’ll hurt less if I’m on top.”

“Whatever makes you more comfortable, baby.” He reaches over to his desk to grab a condom, but she swats it away.

“We’re only sleeping with each other, do we really need one?”

“I just like having it as a backup, as much as I love feeling you. Is that alright?”

“Yeah…”

She waits for him to roll it on and she slowly sinks down on top of him. He grips her hips and helps her move up and down on his dick. He bites down on her shoulder to muffle his moan when he feels how deep inside her he is. Her hands are tangled up in his hair again as she rocks back and forth on him. He licks a stripe up her neck and just under her earlobe to suck a mark on her. He snakes a hand between them to rub circles on her clit and she gasps.

“Fuck, how do you always know how to do that?” She groans. “Feels so fucking good.”

“I just know what you need, baby girl.” He nips at her bottom lip as he continues to rub her right where she needs it as she bounces up and down on his dick.

Her tongue glides against his, and she can feel sweat starting to pool between their bellies by how close they are. She feels the knot in her stomach starting to form again, and she hides her face in his neck. He keeps his other arm around her, hand gripping her ass.

“Y/N.” He groans, not being able to hold on much longer.

She cries out into his neck, and when her body starts to calm down a bit he comes. She clings to him for a moment before he lifts her off of him. She throws a t-shirt on and goes to the bathroom quickly while he slips into a pair of boxers. She double checks her two alarms, and he sets one on his clock-radio for her as well. He crawls into bed with her and spoons her. He kisses the back of her neck and sticks a leg between hers.

“Can I ask you a personal question?” He says.

“Um, sure?” She chuckles.

“When do you typically get your period?”

“What?!” She turns over and sits up. “Why, why would you ask me that?”

“Well, we’ve been together a couple of months now and you haven’t even mentioned it.”

“I…it’s not something I really wanna share with you, Harry. I don’t know, I probably got it before we started dating, and then I probably got it again before we started having sex, I…I’d have to check my pills to see when I get it next…couple of weeks, maybe?”

“I just don’t want you to think it’s something you need to keep a secret from me, like, if you wanna leave a box of tampons or whatever in the bathroom you can.”

“Harry.” She hides her face in her hands. “Please, this is too embarrassing.”

“Why?” He peels her hands away so she’ll look at him. “I just want you to feel comfortable…”

“It’s gross, that’s why. I wish I didn’t get it all, it’s a nuisance.” She sighs. “But thank you, I may bring some supplies here since you’re saying it’s alright.”

He kisses her cheek and brings her back down to him so they can spoon again. He snuggles her close and nestles into her hair. Y/N was frazzled. She had never met a guy like Harry, and she was honestly surprised he didn’t already have a girlfriend. She didn’t know a college guy could be so cool and chill about those types of things. She grabs his hand and intertwines their fingers, resting it against her lower stomach. He lets out a small sigh before falling asleep.

Y/N jumps out of Harry’s bed when she hears his clock-radio go off. He knuckles at his eyes and sits up as she shuffles around to grab her things. She goes down the hall to do her thing, and sees the bathroom door his closed. One of the boys must be in there. Louis opens the door, shirtless and only in his boxers.

“Morning.” He yawns and gestures for her to use the bathroom.

“Morning.” She blushes and goes in, and locks the door. She washes her face and brushes her teeth and quickly goes back into Harry’s room. She smiles when she sees him typing away at his laptop. “What are you doing?”

“Just answering some emails. I’m getting more tutoring requests with finals approaching.”

“I didn’t think you took a lot of classes that people would need help in.” She says as she braids her hair back.

“Well, I’m a study skills tutor too, so sometimes I meet with other students who just need tips on how to properly study.”

“Like flashcards and stuff like that?”

“There’s some of that, yeah. I explain how to code while reading, how to look at previous quizzes, sometimes they need help just emailing a professor too. I had to go through a training for it last year with the tutoring office. It’s good money so I don’t mind.”

She gets her jacket on and looks at him. She goes over and cups his jaw, giving him some kisses to his lips that were still slightly swollen from the night before.

“When do you leave tonight?”

“Around five, I think. Wanna meet up for lunch at the dining hall?”

“I’d love to.”

“Okay, I’ll see you later.”

“Alright, have a good practice.”

She grabs her things and heads out. She sees Niall and Louis getting their sneakers on.

“Do you guys have early lifts in the mornings?”

“Yeah, and then we have field times in the afternoons. So opposite of you.” Niall says. “Do you want a ride to the ice arena since we’re headed that way?”

“Do you mind? That would be great.”

“Don’t mind at all, pet.” Louis smiles and grabs one of her bags for her. “Your Harry’s girl now, so you’re our girl too.”

She giggles and follows them out to their car. She thanks them for dropping her off and she heads inside. It was a good practice, she was feeling much better. As she was changing after practice she could hear a few people snickering.

“What?” She looks at her friends.

“You and Harry really had some fun last night, huh?” Amanda says.

“What are you talking about?”

“Your neck and shoulder.” Amanda takes her mirror out of her gym locker to show her. Y/N gasps.

“Oh my god…”

“I mean, I like a hickey just as much as the next person, but shit.” Gina says.

“He…does it when he’s trying to be quiet. His roommates were home and sometimes he moans, like, really loud.” She smirks. “It’s cute.”

“Ooo, Y/N’s giving Harry that good good.” Amanda teases with a squeal.

“Shut up.” She nudges her. “I like that he moans, you always hear of guys never making any noise, what’s the fun in that?”

“The complexities of liking dick.” Gina laughs.

“You know what makes you guys lucky?” Y/N says as she pulls her sweatshirt on. “You don’t have to worry about condoms.”

“Aren’t you on the pill?” Amanda asks as they all leave the building to walk up to campus.

“Yeah, but Harry likes using condoms as a backup, which makes sense. Sometimes I just wish he wasn’t so responsible. It hurts a little whenever he pulls out when he wears one, and it kind of hurts for a couple of days after.” Both Amanda and Gina stop short. “What?”

“Do you think you’re allergic to latex?” Gina asks. “Or the spermicide?”

“Oh shit, I didn’t even think of that.” Y/N groans. “What am I supposed to use, sheepskin?” She makes a gagging noise.

“No, I’m pretty sure there are latex free condoms that aren’t sheepskin. We’re going to WalMart after lunch to get snacks for the bus, we can look while we’re there.” Amanda says.

“Good idea, thanks. Harry’s gonna join at lunch, so don’t mention any of this, okay? He worries about every little thing, and I don’t want him to get anxious.”

The girls agree, and they head to their apartment to drop their things off before class. Friday classes should be illegal, but Y/N only had Mind, Brain, and Evolution on Fridays, so it wasn’t terrible. When she finally gets to the dining hall she sees Harry waiting outside for her. God, he looked so fucking good. He had a light blue sweater on with some khakis, and his beanie. She loves the way the ends of curls would peak out of the hat. She throws her arms around him and kisses his cheek.

“You didn’t have to wait out here.”

“I know, but I wanted to.” He smiles and kisses her lips before going inside.

They both grab their food and sit down together at the girl’s hockey table. Everyone greets Harry, and he joins in on the conversations circling around him.

“Do you have anywhere to be after this?” He says to her.

“We’re going to WalMart to get snacks, and then I need to get my overnight bag together. You can come over to help me pack if you want.”

“Sounds good.”

“Are you gonna go out tonight, or anything?”

“Yeah, Louis and Niall have a home game tonight, so I’m gonna go to support them, and then there’s most likely going to be a party at the soccer house, so I’ll probably go to that for a bit.”

“Okay.”

“Is that alright?”

“Yeah, I don’t care.” She shrugs.

They kiss goodbye before she hops in Ashley’s car to go to WalMart. She grabs the snacks she wants, and then Amanda and Gina yank her down to the aisle with the condoms. They read the boxes and find a brand that still prevents against STDs, but didn’t have latex.

“Try these and then see how you feel.” Gina says. “I wish we could be more help…” She laughs.

“This is help enough, thanks. I should probably go to my doctor and just have an allergy test done.”

“You two had sex last night, right? How does your vagine feel?” Amanda asks.

“Sore, honestly.” She sighs. “I thought it was just like this because we do it a lot and it’s still so new for my body, but he’s mostly gentle when we’re doing it, I suppose being allergic to latex would make the most sense.” She throws the box in the cart with everything else. “Hey, can I ask you guys something?”

“Of course!” Amanda says.

“Anything!” Gina says.

“When you’re hooking up consistently with a girl, do you ever ask her when her period is?”

“I synced up with a girl once.” Gina says.

“Sometimes it gets brought up, like, a girl has told me when she’s on hers so we don’t venture down south, why?” Amanda asks.

“Harry asked me last night when my next one would be. I just found it to be peculiar that the topic didn’t gross him out.”

“God, every time you tell us something about him, it astounds me how much of a man he really is. I would very much like to shake his mother’s hand.” Gina says. “He’s met Ang, have you met his mom yet?”

“Well, considering that she lives in fucking London, no, I haven’t.” Y/N rolls her eyes.

“You could FaceTime.” Amanda suggests.

“We could, but I’m way too nervous. Meeting a guy’s mom is so much different that meeting the girl’s mom. I mean, it’s just her and his sister, that’s her baby boy, I wanna make sure I make a good impression.”

“He’s also your baby boy, and that’s all I’m saying on that.” Amanda says.

“Yeah, baby girl.” Gina teases.

“I’m not going to tell you guys anything he says to me anymore if you’re going to make fun of us.” Y/N pouts.

“Please! No, don’t take the stories away, they’re too good.” Gina says.

The girls pay for their things and meet up with the people they drove with, and head inside their apartment. Harry comes over to watch Y/N pack her things.

“I don’t think you got enough snacks, think you could use some more.” He says sarcastically.

“We get hungry on these longer rides.”

“You’re only going for one night.” He rummages through her WalMart bags to see what she got.

“Harry, wait-“

His eyes grow wide when he sees the box of condoms. He takes them out and holds them up.

“Why do you need these if you’re going away?”

“I hadn’t put all of my shit away yet.” She snatches the box from him and tosses it in her closet.

“You didn’t need to buy those, babe, I can take care of that.”

“Well, it’s just…you know, it should be both of our responsibility.”

“But,” He grabs the box from her closet, “this isn’t the brand I usually buy. These aren’t even ribbed.” He says as he reads the box.

“No, but…they don’t have latex in them…” She blushes and takes the box back from him. “I think I may be allergic or something.”

“How’d you come to that conclusion?”

“Because I noticed that afterwards…I’m sore for a couple of days, and-“

“Y/N.” He sighs and sits on the edge of her bed, pulling her onto his lap. “Why didn’t you say anything to me?”

“I don’t know.” She looks down as she wraps her arms around his neck. “I thought I was just getting used to you still.”

“But if you were in pain afterwards I’d want you to tell me. Am I too rough?”

“No! That’s just it, you’re not. So…I mean, I was talking to the girls about it and they asked me if I was allergic to latex, so we got those while we were out and I figured we could give them a try when I get back. It’ll be like an experiment.”

“Is that why you don’t always want to use one?”

“Yeah, I’m never sore after we don’t use one.”

“Alright, then we’ll try those. I’m sorry, baby. If I had known we could have bought those sooner.”

“Don’t be sorry, it’s on me.”

“I just want you to talk to me about these things, that’s all.”

“It’s embarrassing, Harry.” She groans. “I don’t wanna talk about my vagina with you.” She pouts.

“God, you’re cute.” He pecks her lips. “No, you just like when I lick on you, is that it?”

“Ugh, I don’t have time for this.”

“You don’t have to be at your bus until five, it’s 3:45, think you have plenty of time…if you want, that is.”

“M’sore.” She says shyly. “But…if you did wanna lick on me…I would do the same to you.”

“That sounds like an excellent idea.” He grins.

She stands up and makes sure her door is locked before getting her pants off. He takes care of her first, getting her back to arch off the bed from the sheer force of her orgasm. She practically growls at him when she undoes his pants. She gets between his legs and gets her lips wrapped around his tip in seconds. Her ass was in the air, and he couldn’t help but reach forward and finger her from behind.

“Oh!” She gasps and looks at him. “That’s different.”

“Does it feel okay?”

“Yeah…I just…it’s your turn is all.”

“Babe, we’re just having some fun, it doesn’t matter. I’ll make you come as many times as I can, I don’t give a fuck if I only get one.”

“Oh my god.” She breathes and puts her mouth back on him.

She moans around him as his fingers pump in and out of her, and it makes him buck up into her. She gags for a second but keeps going.

“Y/N.” He grunts. “This would be a little easier if we just-“

“No.” She mumbles with him still in her mouth.

“But if we just-“

“I don’t want my entire ass in your face!” She uses her hand to pump him quickly, and he removes his fingers from her to grip at her sheets. She rubs her thumb over his tip how he likes, and his eyes roll into the back of his head.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna come.” He groans, and she puts her mouth back on his tip to gets everything in her mouth.

She pops off of him and swallows. She was getting more used to that, and the taste didn’t bother her as much. Once his breathing goes back to normal he tackles her down where he was laying and she giggles.

“What are you doing?”

“Gonna finish what I started, love, otherwise you’ll be restless on that bus.” He slips his fingers back inside her and she moans out. “Course, I could be mean and just get you really worked up so you’d have to think of me while you’re in that hotel room of yours.”

“Mm, yeah, you know they make us share beds, four to a room, so that wouldn’t really, fuck, work for me.”

“Really? They don’t make the boys share beds.”

“God forbid.” She grunts as he goes in knuckle deep and curls his fingers up.

“Feel alright? I know you said you were sore earlier.”

“No, it feels fine, really good, actually.” She pants. “Fuck, Harry, oh my god!”

He loved watching her face when she’d come to her release. She always bit her bottom lip really hard and squeezed her eyes shut, and then her mouth would fall open as she’d come down. He retracts his fingers and wipes them off on his thigh before grabbing his boxers and pants to put back on.

“I just need to, um, pee. I’ll be right back.” She almost felt lightheaded as she stood up. She puts her sweatpants back on and goes down the hall to clean herself up. Amanda peeps her head out of her room, as does Gina.

“What the fuck were you two doing in there?” Gina chuckles.

“Um, he just made me come so hard that everything went white, so…”

“Damn, boy’s got a good dick.” Amanda says.

“He does, but he didn’t use it. Just his fingers.”

“Oh shit.” Gina says, impressed. “Maybe he was a lesbian in another life.”

They all burst out laughing, and Y/N goes back to her room. She kisses Harry a few times and then finishes getting her bags together.

“I’ll text you later when we’re at the hotel. Have fun at the soccer game.”

“I will, safe travels. When do you think you’ll be back tomorrow?”

“No idea, but I’ll let you know once we hit the road.”

“Sounds good, love you.” He pecks her lips.

“Love you too.” She smiles and waves him off as he leaves.

The boys and girls soccer teams won, so there was a rager at the boy’s soccer house. Harry pregames with Niall and Louis before going over. He had a long-sleeve black button up on with the first few buttons undone, and a ripped pair of black jeans. He cracks open a beer and sips on it as he talks to some of the guys at the house.

Harry gets a good buzz going, opting to play a few rounds of beer pong, and flip cup with some people he knew in the kitchen.

Y/N: just got to the hotel, hope you’re having a good night!

Harry: wish you were here, missing my dance partner ;p sweet dreams baby

“Harry, you’re turn!” Niall shouts and Harry flips his cup effortlessly. He finishes off his drink and grabs another one.

“Well, look who it is.” A girl named Maggie comes up to Harry to make a drink of her own. Harry hooked up with Maggie last semester.

“Maggie, um, hi.” He blushes. “How are you.”

“Good! Haven’t seen you since school started.”

“Yeah, I got busy…with the, uh, tutoring.”

“Right.” She nods and takes a sip of her drink. “You look good, Har.”

“Thanks.” He takes a sip of his own drink.

“So, are you here alone?”

“I came with Niall and Louis.” He points over to the guys as they’re still playing flip cup.

“No, I mean…” She puts her hand on his shoulder and steps closer to him. “Like, you’re not here with anyone?”

“Well…my girlfriend is away tonight, she’s on the hockey team.” He swallows, unsure of what in the fuck was happening. “They have an away game tomorrow, so they had to leave tonight to get there on time.”

“Poor thing.” She pouts at him. “Are you feeling a little lonely? I know how you can be.” She had backed him into a corner and pressed herself up against him. His hands were not on her at all and he just didn’t know what to do.

“Maggie, could you, uh, you’re a little too close.”

“Am I?” She bats her eyelashes up at him. “I don’t think we’re close enough, if you ask me.”

Harry looks over at Niall and Louis, hoping to catch their attention. He didn’t want to be rude, but he needed this girl to step off. He looks down at her and frowns.

“Did you not hear me? I said I have a girlfriend.”

“I heard you say she was gone for the night. Come on, Harry, have a little fun. You’re not married.”

“This isn’t fun for me.” He pushes her away and goes over to Niall and Louis. He tells them what happened and that he’s going to leave.

“Mate, don’t go.” Louis frowns. “Night’s just getting started.”

“I’m not having fun anymore. I used to hook up with Maggie, and we hooked up right when school started. Y/N’s not here, and I don’t feel right.”

“So…what, you’re not gonna come out unless she’s with you?” Niall asks.

“What’s the main goal of coming to a party? Finding someone to hook up with. I don’t need to be here if she’s not here. It’s too dangerous. I’m gonna go home, I’ll see you guys later.”

“Wait.” Louis sighs. “We’ll come with you.”

“No, you guys had a major win tonight, you should stay and celebrate. I’m just gonna go to bed.”

“You’re drunk, H, we should go with you.” Niall says.

“M’not drunk. I can make it back. Please stay, it’s fine.”

Harry makes his way out of the house and bumps into Maggie again.

“For fuck’s sake.” He says to himself as she looks at him with a devious smile.

“Where you going, Harry?”

“Home.”

“Need some company?”

“Not from you.” He shakes his head and she pouts at him.

“Damn, who knew some hockey bitch could have you so whipped.”

He wanted to strangle her, and Harry was not a violent person in the slightest. He just couldn’t believe one female athlete would say that about another.

“You may be alright with trying to fuck up someone’s relationship, but I’m not. Get some fucking help.” He brushes by her and gets out of the house quickly. The cold air hits him a little too hard, and his stomach turns. He shakes it off and makes his way home. He couldn’t believe that even after he said he had a girlfriend that Maggie would still try to pull a move on him.

Harry gets inside and feels so disgusted that he decides to take a shower. Maybe taking a shower while buzzed wasn’t a great idea, but it certainly calmed him down. He was never going to a party without Y/N again. The thing he wasn’t sure about was if he should tell her about the altercation. Maybe if he had been sober he would have waited until the morning to text her, but there he was, towel hanging low on his hips, water dripping from his hair, as he typed out his message.

Harry: baby, I’m home now, I had to leave that party. I know you’re sleeping, but this girl tried to hook up with me, even after I told her I had a girlfriend! Can you believe that?! I got away from her, but she got really close to me. Nothing happened, but I just wanted you to know…for whatever reason. I love you so much, I hope you know I would never do anything to put our relationship at risk. I’m sorry for texting you like this while you’re sleeping, I just needed you to know.

His anxiety had fully taken over at this point. After he hit send he immediately regretted it. He knew he should have waited.

“Fucking moron.” He chews on his nails. Now he had to wait until morning for her to answer. He flops onto his bed and puts his headphones in so he could fall asleep to a podcast.

Y/N rubs her eyes as she wakes up the next morning, and they widen when she sees the massive text from Harry.

“What the fuck?” She says, sitting up.

“What is it?” Amanda groans next to her, sitting up as well.

“Some girl tried to fuck Harry last night!”

“What?!” This wakes Gina up in the other bed. They were also rooming with this other girl Becca who they were pretty good friends with.

“He said nothing happened, and he left right away, but she got really close to him even after he said he had a girlfriend.” She sighs. “Fuck, do you guys mind if I call him quick? His anxiety must be through the roof. He sent this at like one in the morning.”

“Go ahead, Y/N.” Amanda rubs her back as she dials his number.

“Y/N?” Harry says groggily through the phone.

“Hey, I just saw your text, are you alright?”

“M’fine.” He mumbles.

“Did you know this girl prior?”

“Yeah…”

“How?”

“She…well…ugh, don’t be made, but I used to hook up with her. Mostly last semester, and then a couple times when school started. It was before we met, Y/N.”

“So…she came up to you thinking you were single, you told her you weren’t, and she still tried to take you home?”

“Yeah, but I got away from her.”

“Where were Niall and Louis?”

“Playing flip cup, they offered to leave with me, but I told them they didn’t need to.”

“What’s this girl’s name?”

“What does it matter?”

“I just wanna know.”

“Maggie…she’s a junior.”

“Wonderful.”

“Please don’t be mad.”

“I’m not…and nothing happened?”

“No! I got outta there and went right home. I’m so sorry, I’m never going out without you again.”

“Don’t say that, you can go out. I want you to have fun, Harry.”

“I didn’t have much fun last night.” He mumbles.

“I’m sorry, Harry. Hopefully that girl has learned her lesson.”

“I know you’re probably gonna be tired when you get back to campus later, but…would you come over?”

“Of course! The second I get to campus I’ll be at your place, alright?”

“Okay…thanks babe.”

“Yeah.” She looks at the girls and she feels terrible. “Did you sleep last night?”

“I listened to a podcast and it helped me drift off, yeah.”

“Okay.” She sighs. “We have to get ready and eat breakfast and stuff…”

“Alright, I’ll be watching the live stream later, so know I’ll be rooting for you.”

“Thanks.” She smiles. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Y/N goes onto Harry’s Instagram to see who follows him, looking for anyone named Maggie. She finds one, and her page wasn’t private, so she was able to look at her photos.

“This girl used to hook up with Harry, and she tried to last night. She’s…like…really pretty.” Y/N frowns, and show’s Amanda. “He said he left right away, but…how could he go from her to me.”

“Y/N!” Gina says. “You’re one of the fucking hottest girls on campus, don’t talk about yourself like that. Besides, he got out of there because he wants you, not her, and because he’s not a fucking dick. Don’t let this bother you.”

The game went really well. The girls won 4-2, and had a nice big dinner to celebrate. Y/N texts Harry the second they’re on the road. He tells her to let her know when the buses are close so he can meet her down at the ice arena to walk her back to his place.

He got some homework done, and spoke to Niall and Louis about how uncomfortable Maggie had made him. They apologized for not immediately going home with him to make sure he was alright. Harry smirks when he sees some of the other significant others waiting down at the ice arena for the girls. It was only around 9:30 when the bus pull in.

“My house, one hour, ladies!” Ashley yells as everyone gets off the bus.

Y/N runs right over to Harry, and throws her arms around him. He lifts her up so her legs can wrap around his waist. She kisses all over his face, and he smiles.

“Hey, beautiful. That was a great game.”

“You watched the whole thing?”

“Mhm.”

“You’re the best.” He sets her down and grabs her bags for her. “We don’t have to go to Ashley’s tonight if you don’t want to.”

“Do you want to?”

“Well…yeah, but-“

“I’ll go.” He shrugs. “Could use some actual fun after last night.”

“We don’t have to stay long, I just wanna make an appearance.”

“S’fine with me, love.”

They both get ready, and before they leave, Y/N goes into the living room to see Louis and Niall playing video games. She clears her throat so they’ll look at her. They pause the game.

“Do you guys wanna come to the hockey house with us?”

“Sure!” Louis says. “Sounds like fun.”

“Yeah, I’m in.” Niall says.

Harry puts his arm around Y/N’s shoulders as they walk to Ashley’s place. They all get to drinking once they’re there, and it’s a great time as always. Y/N and Harry get into a game of up and down the river with some of the other girls. That game was extremely dangerous, but super fun. Once they’re done, they find themselves in the basement, dancing the night away.

“Missed you so much last night.” Harry says into her ear as she grinds back against him.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm.” His hands grips her hips harder to pulls her even closer. He starts kissing on her neck and her head rolls back to his shoulder.

“Missed you too.” She turns around to press her front to his and his hands slide down to her ass. “I have some of those new condoms in my bag…” She kisses on his neck. “Wanna go try them?”

“Yup!” He yanks her up the stairs from the basement, through the house and outside. He gives her a piggyback ride back to his place, and she continues to kiss on his neck.

He gets them inside and up the stairs to his room. She rifles through her bag for the condoms and takes them out. He cups her jaw and sticks his tongue in her mouth, and she immediately sucks on it. She tugs at the collar of his shirt, and starts to unbutton it the rest of the way. She pushes his shirt off his shoulders and kisses down his stomach as she gets on her knees to undo his pants. She yanks his jeans and boxers down and gives his hard cock a few licks and kisses before standing up. He pulls her top off and gets her out of the rest of her clothes. He snatches a condom and rolls it on. He gets her on the bed and opens her legs up. He rubs his fingers up and down her slit to make sure she’s wet before pushing in.

“Oh fuck!” She cries. “Harry.” She moans as he rocks in and out of her.

He looks down between the two of them to watch himself go in and out. She grabs one of his hands to put on her breast. He gets the idea and leans down to suck on one of her nipples while he kneads the other one.

“Harder, Harry, please.” She whines.

He sits up a little and puts her legs over his shoulders. He gives it to her hard and fast, and it fucking sends her. Her head rolls back into his pillows and she grips at the sheets. His tip rubs up against her g-spot over and over, and she can feel herself almost ready to lose it. He feels her squeezing around him, and he loves it. He loves being the only one to do this to her.

“Okay?” He grunts.

“Amazing! Don’t stop!” She doesn’t give a fuck how loud she’s being, she feels way too good to care.

He drops one of her legs to rub at her clit, he barely even needs to touch her and she loses it. She cries out, but he doesn’t let up. He continues to thrust in and out of her.

“Come here.” She whimpers.

They’re chest to chest, kissing sloppily, as his thrusts get less rhythmic. She knew he had to be close now.

“Wanna come, Harry?” She coos.

“Want me to?”

“Don’t you want to?” She laughs.

“I could actually keep going.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay.” She laughs again and so does he.

“Think I’ve got the opposite of whiskey dick.”

“I’m good to keep going.” She bites her bottom lip. “Wanna try something fun?” He nods yes and kisses on her neck. “What if I ride you, but reverse?”

He pulls out of her immediately, and gets them both in position, making her giggle. He lays flat on his back while she raises and lowers on him. She looks over her shoulder at him. His head was thrown back and he was squeezing at her hips. He sits up and she squeals when he starts thrusting up into her. He gets an arm hooked around her, squeezing one of her breasts, and his other hand rubs at her clit.

“Oh fuck.” He groans. “I’m gonna come, oh my fucking god.” He bites down on her shoulder, and this pushes her over the edge, and feeling her release pushes him over the edge. He spills into the condom and cries out into her neck. “Jesus Christ.” He breathes. He kisses on her shoulder as he catches his breath. “Alright, up you go, babe.” He lifts her off and she whimpers at the loss of him.

He gets up to throw the condom away, and she puts on his black button up to go use the bathroom. He uses it after her and comes back to her nearly passed out in the bed.

“M’so tired, Harry.” She whines.

“I know, you’ve had a long day, huh?” He climbs into bed with her.

“Yeah.” She snuggles up to him and he throws his arm around her. “But there’s nowhere else I’d rather be right now.” She kisses on his chest and it makes him smile ear to ear.

Even though a few days had passed from the soccer house incident, Y/N grimaced every time she saw Maggie around. Harry assured Y/N that it really wasn’t that big of a deal, and that they should both let it go. He didn’t even know she would know who Maggie was. Harry said he liked sportier girls, but Maggie wasn’t sporty in the slightest. She was tall and skinny, she could be a model for Christ’s sake. Y/N spots Ari in the dining hall during breakfast one morning, and goes over to her while she’s making a coffee.

“Hey, Ari.” Y/N says shyly.

“Oh, um, hi, Y/N.”

The girls weren’t exactly friends, but they weren’t exactly enemies either. Ari was dating Scott, but Y/N was still the girl that crushed all chances of her getting with Harry.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“You’ve been close with Harry for a while…do you remember when he was hooking up with some girl named Maggie?”

“Yes, unfortunately.” She sighs as she adds some cream to her coffee. “They had public speaking together last semester, and I guess it was a debate day and they were on opposing sides, and the next thing he knew he was getting his dick sucked in the custodial closet in Smith Hall.” She rolls her eyes. “They hooked up pretty consistently, mostly on the weekends after a party. I thought he was done with her after this summer, but I guess the hooked up a couple of times at the beginning of the school year. Then you sort of started to take over.” She sips her coffee. “He was very concerned about tutoring you, or whatever. The boys mostly talked with him about Maggie, I didn’t really care to listen. She had texted him one night and he didn’t answer…he said he had a thing for someone else and didn’t want to fuck her anymore.”

“Wow.” Y/N was trying to take everything in. “He really said that?”

“I didn’t take you for the insecure type, Y/N.”

“It’s hard not to be…she’s, like, perfect.”

“Can I tell you something?”

“Yeah.”

“I honestly only think he was hooking up with her because she had more experience than he did. And I think he only hooked up with her at the beginning of the school year because he wanted to show her how much better he had gotten over the summer or something.”

“Seriously?” She makes a disgusted face.

“Harry’s a great guy, but he’s still a guy.” She chuckles. “Anyways, he’s really into you, you have to know that.”

“I do…I guess I just freaked out for a second. She saw him at a party Friday and tried to make a move.”

“I heard about that. You shouldn’t worry, he got right out of there.”

“That’s what he said.” She smiles at the girl. “Thanks, Ari.”

“No problem.” She shrugs and walks away.

Harry and Y/N were doing homework together in his room one evening. He lifts his glasses and knuckles at his eyes.

“Alright, I think I need a break before my eyes pop out of me head.” He closes his laptop and gets up. “Need a snack? I’m gonna grab some chips.”

“Yeah, that would be great, thanks.”

He nods and leaves to go retrieve some food. He comes back with a couple of sodas and chips, and tosses her a can.

“I’ve been needing to ask, how have you been feeling with those condoms?”

“Oh!” She nearly chokes on her soda. “Um, good. I’m not sore anymore. When I go home go home for winter break I’m gonna see my doctor so she can check me out and test me for the allergy.”

“Good idea. I’m glad you’re not in any pain, I felt really bad.” He sips on his soda and pops a few chips into his mouth. “I’m really excited to go home with you in a few days.”

“Me too!”

“What will the, uh, sleeping arrangements be like?”

“As chill as my mom is, we can’t stay in the same room.” She rolls her eyes. “So you’ll be in my room, and I’m going to bunk with my sisters.”

“And you have a younger sister and brother, right?”

“Mhm, my sister is a senior, and my brother is a freshman.”

“Little guy.”

“Mhm, he was quite the surprise, but he’s super cute.”

“Do they play sports too?”

“My brother plays hockey, but my sister is into theater. She’s applied to every school in New York she could, but also applied here as a backup.”

“Do you two get along or not so much?”

“When we were in high school not at all, but we do now. I think the distance made her miss me. We shared a room when we were younger so we were just always on top of each other. My mom was able to buy a bigger house when the bar really took off.”

“And…your dad?”

“Not in the picture.” Y/N chomps down on a chip. “He sends us birthday cards and shit like that, but that’s all the contact I need from him. I don’t really wanna talk about it.”

“Sorry.”

“It’s alright.” She shrugs. “We shut down the bar on Thanksgiving and have a big dinner in there with our family, I think you’ll really like it.”

“I’m looking forward to it, babe. What time is she coming to get us Wednesday?”

“She said around nine. You should probably let us pick you up here. I’m sure she knows what we’re doing, but she doesn’t need to see it first-hand.”

“Good idea.”

“Also, since you to know these things…I do have my period, so there won’t be much funny business.”

“Can’t really fool around when we’re staying in separate rooms, can we?” He smirks.

“Please, she’ll be running around the bar at night, I’m sure I could sneak in a blow job.”

“Wouldn’t feel like doing that now would you?”

“Not particularly.” She chuckles and then pouts at him when he makes an offended face. “Just not in a very sexy mood right now. My cramps are killing me.”

“Do you need any ibuprofen?”

“No, I took some earlier, thanks. I think just some cuddles tonight will do the trick.”

“That can definitely be arranged.” He kisses her cheek. “After we finish up the rest of this homework.”

“What are your finals looking like? I have one paper, and four presentations. Four! I mean, I’m glad I don’t have an actual test, but still. It’s a lot to remember.”

“Is the paper for Mind, Brain, and Evolution?”

“Yeah, I’ve already started it. Do you think when I finish it you could give it a once over?”

“I’d be happy to, babe. I have a few presentations, two of them are group projects which is super annoying for a final. I’ll be happy when this semester is over.”

“Me too. I get two weeks off, and then I come back second week of January. We have a lot of games.”

“When does the season end? Do you ever get a break?”

“It technically ends at the beginning of February, but if we make it to the playoffs and championship it could be beginning of March, and then we get a break. We all still go to the gym and stuff together, but I get a couple of months where I can sleep in which is nice.” She grabs her laptop and so does he. “What do you do for winter break?” She asks without looking at him.

“I go home, I’m really excited. I’ve secured a paid internship at a law office. I’ll miss working in the bakery, but I can do that over the summer if I want. This’ll be a way better use of my time.”

“That’s really exciting, Har. Is that what you want to do? Law?”

“I’m not sure, honestly. I’m just trying out some different things. I really like what I’m learning in my ethics class, so I thought maybe law would be cool. It would mean a lot of extra school though, so we’ll see.” He shrugs. “Six whole weeks we won’t see each other, gonna miss me?” He grins.

“Shut up.” She nudges him. “We’ll just have to figure out when to FaceTime with the time change.”

“It’s only six hours ahead, it’ll be easy enough to figure out. I’ll be able to introduce you to all my friends…and, um, maybe my mum too?”

“I’d like that.” She smiles at him and gets back to her work.

The ride to Y/N’s house only takes about an hour and twenty minutes. Harry sat in the back and listened as Angie spoke about how the weekend would go.

“Harry, I hope you don’t mind staying in Y/N’s room. I guess I’m old fashioned that way.”

“Oh! It’s no problem at all. Your house, your rules. I’m grateful you invited me. It was really boring on campus last year.”

“We’re happy to have you, honey.” She smiles back at him and then looks at Y/N. “Your siblings have a half day today, so they should be home around eleven.”

“What are their names again?” Harry asks as Angie pulls into driveway.

“Julie and Cooper.” Y/N says as she gets out.

Harry grabs their bags, and she leads him inside, and up the stairs.

“So, my mom’s bedroom is downstairs, makes it easier for her to be quiet on the late nights, and then all of ours are up here.” Y/N explains. “Here’s my room. My sister and I have a Jack and Jill bathroom, and then there’s another on down the hall.”

She pushes the door open and Harry gazes around. Her room was…shocking. It was a lot different from her room from school. The walls were a light pink, and her bedding was baby blue. She had plenty of trophies, but she also had posters of boy bands. There was a huge Jonas Brothers poster on the wall opposite of the bed. She also had a large poster of Zac Efron, and Tyler Seguin.

“It’s a little outdated in here, I just never think to redecorate.” She shrugs.

“No, it’s, um, it’s cute.” He clears his throat and puts his bag on her bed.

“Here, I’ll show you the bathroom.”

“And I’ll share this with you and your sister?”

“Yeah, but if you feel more comfortable you can use the one down the hall.”

She opens the door and shows him where he can put his things, if he wants, and then she shows him her sister’s room, which was a mess. She had a set of bunk beds, which had clothes all over them.

“Ugh, I told her she needed to clean up in here.” Y/N rolls her eyes. “Sorry about that.” She shuffles him back into her room.

“No worries, looks like any other house.” He smiles.

They both go downstairs and she shows him the rest of the house. Angie was working to whip up some sandwiches for lunch.

“You have a lovely home.” Harry says as he and Y/N sit down at the kitchen island.

“Oh, thank you, sweetheart.” She smile and places two sandwiches in front of them.

“Thanks, mum.”

“I have to go do some work in the office, let Julie and Coop know there’s lunch made when they come in.” She smiles and leaves the kitchen.

“Your mum is really nice.”

“She loves it when she has all of us home, and she loves being a host.”

“I cannot believe you did that!”

“I didn’t do it on purpose!”

“Oh boy.” Y/N sighs. “They’re home.”

“I’m never driving your friends home ever again, in fact, you can fucking walk!” Julie storms into the kitchen and stops short.

“Technically, that’s my car, and I say you have to drive him.”

“Y/N!” Julie smiles and hugs her sister. “Cooper and his friend decided to spill the beans that I have a crush on my friend Brian, and Brian just so happened to be in the front seat of my car.”

She huffs and grabs a sandwich. Y/N puts her hands on her hips and looks at Cooper.

“Why would you do that?”

“It just slipped out.” He shrugs and hugs her. “Oh, yum, mum made sandwiches.” He snatches one and looks at Harry, so does Julie.

“Sorry, this is my boyfriend, Harry.”

“It’s nice to meet you both.”

Julie’s jaw drops when she hears his accent. She goes over to Y/N and whispers in her ear.

“You didn’t say he was British!”

“I can hear you.” Harr whispers and smirks.

“Sorry, um, it’s just…I wish I had known sooner. Our production at school is Mary Poppins, I’m Mary Poppins, and it just would have been nice to listen to you talk so I could study a real accent. I’ve just been watching videos of Julie Andrews.”

“Wow! You’re the lead, that’s so cool. Will we get to see it?”

“Mhm, opening was last weekend, but we always do a show during Thanksgiving break. Friday night.” She smiles and then heads upstairs.

“Clean up the clothes up there!” Y/N yells after her.

“Cooper, Y/N tells me you play hockey too, has your season started?”

“Not until after the holidays.” He finishes up his sandwich. “Not that it matters.” He rolls his eyes.

“Why do you say that?” Y/N asks.

“Because I’m a freshman on the varsity team, I’m gonna be riding the bench the whole season.”

“You made vars for a reason, they’ll let you play.” Y/N assures him, and then he leaves.

“You’re all so talented. Your sister is a lead in a play, your brother’s on the varsity team, and you…well, everything about you is amazing.”

“Harry.” She pouts and then kisses him. “You’re so sweet.”

“So, what are the plans for tonight?”

“Well, my mom is gonna go to the bar to work and to prep some of the food for tomorrow.”

“Does she need help?”

“Nope, she makes a lot of it advance. Most if it thawing in the fridges probably. We’ll hang out here for a bit, and then we’ll go to my friend Max’s house for a kickback.”

“Max, huh?”

“Just a friend.” She smiles and then furrows her brows. “I think you’re, like, my first real boyfriend.” She blushes.

“Awwww.” He squishes her face and kisses her. “I’m honored.”

Harry and Y/N mostly hang out in her room. Julie was mindlessly singing in her room, and Cooper was playing video games in his. Y/N ends up heating up a lasagna that Angie left for them for dinner.

“I need my car tonight.” She tells Julie.

“Why?”

“Max is having a party.”

“Can I come?”

“No.”

“Why not?!”

“Don’t you have your own friends to hang out with?” Y/N groans. “I’m not bringing you to a party where a bunch of my friends are going to be drinking and smoking and whatever else, plus, you need to stay home with Coop.”

“I’m fifteen, I don’t need a babysitter.” He scoffs.

“Can you both please just give me a break? I’m only home for a few days, and I just want one night to go see my friends.”

“Will you take us Black Friday shopping?” Julie asks.

“Fine.”

“Okay, your keys are in the bowl by the door.”

Harry and Y/N get ready in her room, and let Julie and Cooper know that they’re heading out and will be home a little after midnight. She needed to be home before her mom.

“So, how long have you been friends with Max? You’ve never mentioned him before.”

“Known him since elementary school, became good friends in eighth grade, became even better friends in high school. We talk when we can. He goes to a school a few hours away, and we’re both busy.” She shrugs. “Some other friends will be there too: Michelle, Brandy, Ryan, Candace, and probably others. Max has a big basement.”

She pulls up in front of his house, and goes around back to where the basement door was. She walks right in, and she squeals along with some other people. It was hugs all around. She introduces Harry to everyone, and grabs a couple of drinks out of the cooler. There were people vaping, and there were other people smoking weed.

“Y/N!” Max exclaims.

“Max!”

He lifts her up and spins her around, and kisses her cheek. Harry clears his throat.

“Max, this is my boyfriend, Harry. Remember, I told you I was bringing him?”

“Oh, right.” He shakes Harry’s hand. “Nice to meet you, man.”

“Same here.”

Harry looked hot tonight. He had his contacts in, he was wearing his black ripped jeans, and a dark green sweater. He puts his arm around Y/N’s shoulders and takes a sip of his drink. Harry stays sort of quiet as Y/N catches up with her friends, but she never leaves his side. She tells all of them how she and Harry met, and she kisses his cheek. It felt nice to finally bring a real date around her friends. Harry notices how attentive Max is to Y/N. Offering her a new drink just about every time her current one was empty.

They all get into a game of flip cup for a bit, and then someone starts playing really good music so a few people start to dance.

“Did you all party like this in high school?” Harry asks Y/N as he grips her hips.

“God, no! We’d usually just watch movies or hang out down here. We started having parties like this over the summer.”

“His parents can’t hear?”

“They’re not home! Everyone’s down at my mom’s bar drinking. She always does this big special the night before Thanksgiving. No one wants to cook the night before, you know?”

“Smart!”

She wraps her arms around his neck and grinds her front against his. They were having a great time.

“Damn, Y/N’s boyfriend is hot!” Michelle says to Max.

“I guess.” He mumbles.

“What are you so bent out of shape for?” Ryan asks.

“I don’t know…I forgot she was bringing him home. I didn’t think things were this serious, look at them!”

“She told me that they love each other.” Michelle says.

“Not helping.” Max groans. “It’s my own fucking fault. Should have made a move last summer.”

“Didn’t you guys make out?” Ryan asks.

“We kissed, and that was forever ago. It was summer before we went for freshman year. She hadn’t been kissed and neither had I, and we both wanted our first kiss to be special, so we got it over with, with each other. Neither of us ever talked about it again, but I wish I had. Now she’s kissing someone else.” He sighs.

And she was. Her tongue was inside Harry’s mouth. Her period was making her extra needy for him. She pulls him back towards the couch in the basement. There were plenty of other people making out, so it wasn’t a big deal. He sits down and she sits on one of his thighs, not wanting to straddle him and risk leaking. She tugs at his hair and attaches her lips to his neck. He gropes at her ass and bites his bottom lip as she sucks on his soft skin.

“Do you think, um, you’ll be able to drive back to my house?” She says into his ear.

“Yeah.”

“Okay.”

“Are you about ready to go?”

“Mhm.” She grins. “But I want you to drive us out somewhere first, somewhere I’ve always wanted to go with someone special.”

He smiles and nods. They both get up and say their goodbyes. Y/N hugs her friends, and gives Max an extra squeeze before leaving. She tells Harry where to go, and they end up parked out on this hill that has a beautiful view of the water and the nearby city.

“Wow.” He says. There are other cars parked and he smirks. “Did you bring me to a make out spot?”

“Maybe.” She grins. “I’ve only ever been here during the day. Wanna get in the back?”

He nods and they both get into the back seat. She kisses on him before inching down his body and undoing his jeans. She tugs his cock out and she starts pumping him. He holds her hair back while she gets her lips around him.

“Fuck.” He breathes.

She swirls her tongue around his tip and then licks around his shaft before sucking on him again. She moans around him and his eyes roll into the back of his head. She bobs her head up and down on him, and he starts to carefully thrust his hips up and move her head. He was fucking her mouth, he couldn’t help it. She was so wet and warm and perfect, and she was just letting him take control.

“Y/N.” He moans. “Feels so fucking good.”

She moans around him again, and he loses it without warning. She gags on him for a second, but she’s able to take it all, and then she swallows. She breathes heavily as she pops off him. She tucks him back into his pants and he pulls her face down to his. He bites and sucks on her bottom lip.

“How heavy is your flow?” He breathes.

“Don’t even go there.” She laughs and pulls away from him.

“Just wanna take care of you, baby.”

“It’s okay.” She smiles. “Come on, we need to get back to my house.”

Harry drives them back to her house, and they get inside. They both do their nightly routines and she gives him a kiss goodnight. She crawls into the bottom bunk of her in her sister’s room and settles in.

“Hey.” Julie whispers.

“Hey.” Y/N whispers back. “Do you always sleep on the top bunk?”

“No, I just thought it would be easier for you when you got in.”

“Oh.” She laughs. “Thanks.”

“Did you have fun?”

“Mhm, I took Harry to the lookout on that hill after the party. It was nice. Are you still upset about the Brian thing?”

“No.” She giggles. “He texted me and told me he liked me too. We’re gonna go out Saturday after the matinee. I’m excited for you to see the show.”

“That’s great! And me too.”

“Is it torturous to have Harry in your bed without you?”

“A little, but I don’t wanna disrespect mom. This’ll be fine for a few days. I have my period anyways, so it’s not like we can do much.”

“What was your first time like?”

“It was…special.” She smiles to herself.

The girls stay up talking until they fall asleep.

The next morning, Y/N crawls into her bed with Harry to have a little snuggle. They giggle and get up eventually. They all take turns showering and getting ready before going downstairs. Y/N drives them all to the restaurant to meet Angie there and help get everything set up.

“Wow.” Harry says as they walk into the bar. “This place is huge.”

“Yeah! We have live bands here and stuff, it’s so cool.” She walks him to the back where food was cooking.

“Smells so good back here.” He says.

“Thanks!” Angie says.

Everyone helps set up the tables and chairs, and family slowly starts to show up. Y/N introduces Harry to her aunts and uncles and cousins and grandparents. The long table was full of laughing and loud conversations. Harry really enjoyed the food that Angie had put together. He was happy to see that Y/N came from a really loving family.

They all take a nap after getting home, and then wake up around eleven to go to the mall for Black Friday shopping. They spend a few hours there, shopping for holiday gifts, and head home around two in the morning. Harry had so much fun, never having gone shopping like that before. Saturday, Angie takes everyone to Julie in Mary Poppins for a matinee. Julie was very talented, and Harry secretly hoped she was able to go to school in New York like she wanted. Saturday evening Harry plays video games with Cooper in the living room while Y/N spends some alone time with her mom. Things were going really well until the doorbell rang. Cooper sighs and pauses the game. He looks out the window first to see who it is.

“Shit.” He says and runs to the back of the house where Y/N and Angie were in the office. “Dad’s here.”

“What?!” Angie says. “Christ, he must’ve come to see Julie today. I’m glad she’s out with Brian.”

Y/N and Angie walk out to the living room, and Angie opens the door, crossing her arms.

“What do you want, Robert?”

“It’s Thanksgiving weekend, I just wanted to see the kids.”

“You don’t have any sort of custody over them for a reason, you need to leave.”

“Y/N? Is that you? How’s school, honey?”

Y/N scoffs and rolls her eyes. Harry isn’t sure what to do expect put his arm around her as they sit on the couch. Cooper sits closely on her other side.

“I saw Julie perform today, she was amazing.”

“Yes she was, and I’ll pass the message along, now please go.” She steps forward and whispers. “I don’t want to have to call the police.”

“I just want to see my kids.”

“You have two other kids, go be with them and your wife. Does she know you drove all the way out here?”

“No.”

“Robert, get out of here. They don’t want to see you.”

She goes back inside and slams the door shut in his face. She locks it up and looks out the window to make sure he leaves. He sticks an envelope in the mailbox and gets into his car. She sighs heavily and plops down onto the couch.

“I’m so sorry about that.” She more so says to Harry. “He does this around most holidays.”

“It’s alright.” Harry assures her. “Every family has their issues.”

“Well, I don’t know about you all, but I’m pooped, and I need to take you back in the morning, so I may turn in.” She kisses Cooper on the top of his head and goes to her room.

After Julie gets home, and dishes about her date with Brian, Y/N goes to cuddle with harry for a bit. He wanted to ask what exactly happened with her dad, but he didn’t want to pry.

“That was really embarrassing earlier, I’m sorry about that.”

“Don’t be, babe.”

“It’s just…like, ten years ago, we found out he was having an affair. He was shit to us, but amazing to this other woman. He had two kids with her, and was giving all of his money to her. My mom won full custody in court, all three of us said we wanted nothing to do with him, and she had a really good lawyer. It sucked, but we got through it. He ended up marrying her…and…well, we think he had a drinking problem or something, so now he’s trying to make up for lost time. Maybe someday I’ll forgive him, but right now I can’t stand him.”

“I’m so sorry.” He caresses her cheek. “That had to have been really hard.”

“The three of us had to see a therapist together, it was wild.”

Harry wasn’t sure what to say. His parents divorced when he was really little, and he had a decent enough relationship with his father. He really couldn’t relate, but what he could do was sit and listen as she spoke, and gives her back gentle rubs as she continued to explain her trauma.

“Harry, do you mind if I drop you off first, sweetheart? I’m going to take Y/N grocery shopping.” Angie says as they approach the exit for campus.

“Not at all! Works for me.”

“Unless…do you need groceries?”

“I’ll go with my roommates later, they have a car, but thank you.”

He thanks her again for having him for the weekend, and tells Y/N he’ll text her later. Angie and Y/N go grocery shopping and she helps her get everything into her apartment.

“So…” Angie says. “I like him a lot. He’s very sweet, Y/N.”

“Yeah, he is.” They both sit down on her couch. “Thanks again for letting him stay for the weekend. I’m happy he got to meet everyone.”

“You really like each other, huh?”

“Well…we sort of love each other mom.”

“Oh, honey.” She puts her hand over hers. “I’m so happy you have someone that makes you feel this way, but try not to get too wrapped up, okay? He’s your first real boyfriend, and he lives in London when he’s not here, and-“

“We’re nineteen, I’m not saying we’re getting married, can you calm down?” She laughs.

“I just don’t want you getting heart broken when things get hard over the summer when you can’t be together all the time. Winter break is one thing, but three entire months apart…anything could happen.”

“I don’t know if he goes home for the entire summer. Louis and Niall don’t because of soccer. We haven’t talked about it yet. We’re just going with the flow.”

“Alright.” Her mom smiles. “I just worry about you, that’s all. You’re all growing up so fast.”

Y/N and her mom hug before she leaves, and then Y/N goes upstairs to unpack her bags. She gets a reminder on her phone that she needs to register for classes tomorrow morning. She had already spoken with her advisor about it, but she wanted Harry’s opinion on her gen eds.

Y/N: mom’s gone, are you around?

Harry: yeah! Just got back from the store, wanna come over?

Y/N: be there in ten!

Y/N puts her laptop in her backpack, and makes her way to Harry’s apartment.

“Hey.” He smiles and lets her in. “Long time no see.” He says sarcastically.

“I know, feel like I haven’t seen you in ages.” She rolls her eyes and goes right up to his room. “I get to register for classes tomorrow, wanna see what my plan is?”

“I get to register tomorrow too! Yeah, let’s compare.” They each show each other their major courses, and then Harry squints at her gen eds. “Wait, you’re going to take the Art of Film for your creative thought requirement?”

“Yeah, Megan took it and said it was really easy. You just watch movies and talk about how they’re made.”

“I’m gonna take that too! Mondays and Wednesdays at 10:30, right?”

“Yeah!” She can’t help but squeal. “We’re gonna be in a class together? Wow, I bet you’re super sexy in class, all serious and taking notes. I don’t know how I’ll be able to concentrate.” She winks at him and giggles.

“It’ll, um, certainly give us an excuse to do homework together.” He was blushing.

“Mhm.” She closes both of their laptops and moves to sit in his lap. She kisses on his neck and wraps his arms around her back.

“Do you still have your period?”

“No.” She smiles against his neck.

“Thank god.”

Y/N yelps as Harry moves her to pin her down on his bed. He lifters her shirt up over her breasts and he frowns when he sees her sports bra.

“Why’d you even bother with this thing, huh?”

“I wasn’t going to bounce around while I walked over here!”

“But you had a coat on, no one would have noticed, just making things so difficult for me.” He pouts and helps her out of her shirt and bra. “There we are, hi girls.”

“Harry.” She giggles. “Stop being so silly.”

“Can’t help it.” He kneads her breasts and rubs his thumbs over her nipples. He stops and then he looks at her.

“What?”

“I think…I mean, I know you’re my girlfriend and all, but…you’re like my best friend, Y/N. I can just always be myself around you.”

She pulls his face down to hers. She felt the same way. Harry had become Y/N’s best friend. Things weren’t always sexual between them. They were able to joke around, sending gifs and memes to each other over text, tagging each other in tik toks the each thought the other would find funny. After she’s done sucking on his bottom lip she looks up at him smiles.

“I feel the same way.”

He smiles and dips his head down to suck on one of her nipples, and his hand slips inside her sweatpants. He pets her over her underwear at first, and then slips inside so he can really feel her. She groans as he rubs over her clit and moves to suck on her other nipple. If every moment between them could be like this, Y/N would be happy forever.

Reality was setting in as finals got closer and closer. Harry got busier tutoring other people, and even though he still made time to go to Y/N’s games, they weren’t able to hang out as much. They were able to meet up for a few holiday parties between their various friend groups, and that way great and all, but sleepovers were few and far between. They were able to practice some presentations together, and Harry did look over Y/N’s paper for Mind, Brain, and Evolution, but they both just couldn’t wait for finals to be over.

With finals being over, though, that meant they both would be leaving for the end of the semester. Finals week itself was more chill than the week leading up to it. Y/N and Harry had a sleepover almost every night, and she found herself waking up and crying a couple of times because she was going to miss him so much, and seeing her like that broke his fucking heart. She was such a sweet girl, and only he really got to see this side of her.

“It’ll be okay, baby, we’ll FaceTime and stuff, it’ll go by quickly.”

“I know.” She sniffles. “Just thinking about it makes me sad, though. Campus was so quiet last winter break. It’s boring having nothing to do but practice and go to games.”

“I wish I could stay…I should have tried to find an internship here, or something.”

“No, it’s okay. I don’t want you doing something like that just for me. It’s just gonna suck at first, but it’ll be nice to look forward to seeing you.”

“Exactly.”

She stayed in his arms as long as she could until Angie came to pick her up for the couple of weeks she’d be home. It was a teary goodbye to say the least.

Final grades came out after Christmas and Y/N nearly passed out when she saw she had received straight A’s. For the first time in her life she was an A student. It had to have been because of Harry. He really was a good study skills tutor. She couldn’t wait to tell him how well she did. She took a picture of her final grades and texted him. He almost immediately called her.

“Babe! What are you doing up? It’s like the middle of the night over there, isn’t it?”

“It is, but I heard my phone buzz, and then I saw your text. Congratulations! I’m so proud of you.”

“It was all thanks to you…”

“No, you put so much work in, that was all you.”

“How were your grades?”

“Sraight A’s, same as you.” He yawns.

“You need to go back to sleep.” She giggles.

“But I like your voice.”

“I like yours too, but we can talk tomorrow when we’ve both gotten some sleep.”

“Okay, baby, I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Harry was enjoying interning at the law office, and most days he would tell Y/N all about it. One evening they plan a FaceTime so Y/N can “meet” Anne and Gemma. Y/N was back on campus after the holidays so she didn’t have to worry about her siblings or mom embarrassing her. It was a great chat, Y/N spoke about why she was majoring in business, and what it was like to play hockey, and how she was looking forward to the season ending in a month or so.

“She’s very nice, Harry.” Anne tells him after they hang up.

“I know.” He says, proudly.

“You must miss her a lot.” Gemma says. “What are you going to do about summer?”

“Oh, Harry, please don’t stay in America over the summer.” Anne says.

“Wasn’t planning on it mum. I was sort of hoping she could come here for a visit when the lads and I go out to Italy for our annual holiday.”

“That’s like a three week trip you lot take, you better ask her soon so she can save up for the air fare.” Anne says.

“I know, I’m gonna run it by her when I get back. I didn’t wanna freak her out or anything. I can’t wait to see her. We have a class together this semester, so even if we both get busy we’ll be able to see each other.” Anne and Gemma look at each other and then back to Harry. “What?”

“It’s just nice to see you so smitten.” Gemma says. “Didn’t think you’d want to be so serious with someone in uni.”

“I didn’t either, but she took me by surprise. She’s just very real and herself, and I like that. Some of the girls at school are so fake sometimes, pretending to like things just because I do.”

“Aw, poor thing, it’s so terrible being liked by so many people.” Anne teases him and he rolls his eyes.

“S’not was I was saying. I’m done with this conversation, you both are so annoying.” He groans and leaves to go to his room. Anne and Gemma giggle with each other.

The other teams on campus were basketball and wrestling. A lot of the girls on the basketball team were with a lot of the girls on the hockey team, so Y/N would often go to their parties. She felt a little better about going to a party where there would be more girls, it just got difficult when Amanda and Gina would leave with a girl, and Y/N had to walk alone to her apartment. She knew she was safe, but it was creepy in the winter from it being so quiet. She missed her dance partner terribly.

What Harry hadn’t told her is that since he lived off campus, he didn’t have to follow the confines of the move in schedule, so he, Louis, and Niall, all came back a week early on the same flight. He was planning to surprise her at a home game. He bought flowers and went to the ice arena with the guys. Y/N’s eyes grew wide when she spotted him in the stands.

“That son of a bitch!” She said to herself very excitedly. Now she had to get through the entire game before running into his arms.

They played a great game and won, 3-1. Y/N rips her padding off and runs out into the arena only in her under armor not caring who saw, and she squeals when she sees Harry. His face lights up when he sees her running towards him. He opens up his arms and she jumps into them. She wraps her legs around his waist and slots her lips over his.

“I.” Kiss. “Missed.” Kiss. “You.” Kiss. “So.” Kiss. “Much.” She couldn’t stop kissing him.

“I missed you too.” He giggles. “You’re crushing the flowers I got you.” He snakes them out to show her.

“Thank you so much!” She kisses him again. “Ugh, I have to shower and stuff.” She pouts.

“S’alright, I can wait for you, or I can come to your place once you’re done here, whatever you want.” He lets her down and she smiles up at him.

“Come to my place in an hour, okay?” She takes the flowers from him.

“I’ll be there.”

She runs back into the locker room she can shower and get ready. She was extremely excited to see Harry for multiple reasons.

“Do you want us to go find somewhere else to be for a bit?” Amanda asks as they all walk to their apartment.

“Yeah, we can go downtown for food or something.”

“You guys are so nice. Maybe just stay downstairs?”

The girls nods and giggle as they make their way inside their apartment. Y/N rushes to clean up her disaster of a room. She picks out a thing she knows Harry will want to rip off and puts a pair of leggings on with it. She throws on a t-shirt without a bra, and waits for him. She was getting wet just thinking about the sex they were about to have.

Amanda lets Harry in and he goes right up to Y/N’s room.

“Babe?” He says as he goes in.

She lunches towards him and pushes him up against the now closed door, locking it while she kisses him. He lifts her up and brings her over to the bed. He gets on top of her and grinds against her. She groans as she gets his shirt off. His hands were a little cold from being outside, but she didn’t care. She wanted him to touch her all over.

“Good break?” He breathes as he moves to take her shirt off, attaching his lips to her breasts, leaving hot, wet kisses behind.

“Mhm, you?”

“Can’t complain too much.”

He yanks her leggings down and grins at her flimsy thing. He flips her body over and she giggles as he kneads her bum cheeks. He kisses down her back and down one of her cheeks while taking her thong off. He spreads her legs and licks into her from behind.

“Oh my god.” She gasps and he moans into her.

“So wet for me already?”

“Been like this since I saw you at the game.” She whines. “Please take care of me.”

“I will baby, I will.”

He was surprised she was letting him do this since she didn’t like having her ass in his face usually, but he wasn’t going to question her on it. Once he’s had a good taste he stands up to take his pants off. She pulls him forward by his hips and she wraps her lips around him.

“Christ.” He groans. “Missed this so much.”

“Aw, did the naughty pictures I sent you not help enough?” She pouts up at him, spit dripping down on her chin.

“No they helped in the moment, and then just made things worse because I wanted to touch you.”

“Touch me now.” She nearly growls and yanks him on top of her.

Harry taps two of his fingers on her bottom lip and she opens up for him to suck on. She swirls her tongue around them before he takes them away, slipping them inside her. She reaches for a condom in her desk drawer while he fingers in. She felt like she was going to go cross eyed.

“Shit, Harry.” She pants and then he takes his fingers away. “What are you doing?!”

“I want us to come together.” He mumbles as he takes the condom from her, sliding it onto his dick. “Is that alright?”

“Yeah.” She smiles. “We can fuck all night, though, so don’t feel like this needs to be drawn out.”

“No party?”

“No there is, but I’d much rather stay in and be with you alone.”

He spreads her apart and pushes inside. He nearly nuts right there from how tight she is. He stays there a moment before moving.

“You’re so fucking tight.” He grunts.

“I tried using my own fingers while you were gone, but you do it so much better.” She wraps her legs around him and pulls him even closer, nails dragging down his back. “Feels so good, Har.”

“You feel amazing, been dreaming of this, baby girl.”

He fucks into her hard and quick, rubbing on her clit, and they both cry out as they come together. He collapses on top of her and she plays with his hair before he pulls out. They just snuggle and lay together for a bit, talking about their breaks. Harry kisses on Y/N and holds her close. They end up doing it again, nice and slow with her riding him, rocking back and forth until he can’t stand it anymore and takes over the pace. She throws some clothes and grabs them both some snacks before cuddling back up with her laptop for a movie.

“So, I get you to myself for an entire week?” She asks.

“Mhm.” He kisses her temple.

“Good, I missed your bed.” They both chuckle.

“I have something to ask you…I know it’s a ways away, but every summer since I was in high school my friends and I take this trip to Italy for a few weeks. My friend’s dad has a house on the water, and we rent a boat. We go fishing, and we even go camping for a couple of days. It’s incredible…we usually go end of July through early August.”

“Okay.” She looks up at him sort of confused.

“Well…I know the plane ticket would be expensive, but how would you like to come with me this summer? Sometimes they bring girlfriends too, so you wouldn’t be the only girl there, not that I think you’d care much about that.”

“You’d really want me around for that long?”

“Of course! Be a nice way to break up the summer for us, don’t you think?”

“Yeah.” She smiles. “I’d love to come out there…I’d just have to ask my mom. She really relies on my help during the summer. We get a lot of tourists so we’re super busy…”

“Even if it’s just ten days, doesn’t have to be the full three weeks, as much as I’d like you there the whole time.”

“I’ll talk to her about it for sure. That sounds like a dream!” She throws her arms around him and hugs him tight, kissing his cheek. “I’ve been to England before, you know?”

“How are you just telling me this now?” He laughs.

“I don’t know.” She laughs too. “I went during April vacation in high school my junior year, it was so much fun. So at least I’ve traveled internationally before. I bet she’ll be fine with it. A nice thing to look forward to.”

“Exactly.” He squishes his nose to hers and smiles.

Deep in her heart, Y/N knew she and Harry were still kids. He’d be twenty in a couple of weeks, but they were still so young. She loved him a lot and he loved her, and she knew it would be dumb to think super far ahead about their relationship. Right now, they were having a lot of fun, navigating college life together, and that was enough. It didn’t need to be overly serious. Y/N had a few friends that were seniors, and some of them acted like they were already married, playing house. She didn’t quite know where life was going to take her, and that was okay. She didn’t know where life was going to take Harry either, and that was okay too. They were both living in the moment, and absolutely fucking loving it.

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