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Chapter Six: New Adventures

Surprise Surprise! 🥹🥹🥹 I have missed you all so much and I am so happy to be back writing! This chapter has tested me in ways I could have never imagined, but I am so glad I finally finished and I'm sharing it with you guys 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼 I hope you enjoy it and I promise there won't be so much time in between postings ✨✨✨ As always, my inbox is open for you guys and please come talk to me about what you thought of the chapter! All the love, Mar 🤍

May 14, 2022 – June 13, 2022: Month Six

May 17, 2022

Harry. New York City, New York. 7:20 P.M.

The house hadn’t been this loud for a while, probably since Coachella. While Y/N was busy getting Pippa ready for bed, I was in the kitchen with Lambert and Jeff finishing dinner while Pauli, Niji and Elin helped us by setting the table. Mitch went to the airport to pick up Sarah and Glenne, while Ny Oh let us know she would be here later.

After placing the pizzas in the oven there were strong knocks coming from the door which had me laughing, as soon as I opened Glenne kissed my cheek quickly while removing her shoes and pouring some antibacterial gel, “Is she still awake?”, I smiled and nodded, Glenne reached in for Sarah, and they started making their way to the nursery.

I greeted Mitch while leading him to the kitchen, then made my way to the nursery. Once inside, I smiled and went to hug Y/N and kissed her temple, she squeezed my side and turned to kiss my chest, Sarah and Glenne were busy cuddling Pippa who was all smiles.

Y/N cleared her throat and started making her way to grab Pippa, “Okay little miss, say goodbye to your aunts, okay?”, Sarah and Glenne pouted and kissed Pip, then handed Pippa back, exited and closed the nursery door; Y/N settled into the rocking chair while I floated around the room making sure the monitor and fairy lights were on, then sat down next to her and kissed her knee.

She smiled and ran a hand down my face before turning to look at Pip before whispering, “How is she six months old already? It still feels surreal, like six months ago we were learning to give her a bath”, I smiled, and nodded, “Time has gone by so fast, and doing this with you has been the best experience ever”, she smiled and blew me a kiss, “I love you Harry”, I squeezed her hand, “I love you too Y/N”.

Once we settled Pippa in her bassinet, we closed the door and went back into the living room to have dinner with our friends. Once everyone had their dinner plates served and found a place to seat, I reached for my glass and cleared my throat, “Well hello everyone! Thank you for being here; I am glad to have you all here, especially because we still had to celebrate and welcome Jaffra to the band!”

Cheers were heard all over while Jaffra gave us a smile and a silent thank you; once the cheers were done everyone was looking at me again, I smiled and sighed, “So… we’re just three days away from the release of the new album- “, I smiled as cheers and hollers were heard around the living room.

I cleared my throat, “And once the album is out, chaos will surely ensue; between the One Night Only shows and the beginning of tour, this will be a few busy weeks, but I am forever grateful to have you all here with me”, Mitch then said “Here, here!”, I smiled before placing my glass at the table.

“We are about to embark the biggest year of tour so far; with the residencies, Latin America, Australia, Asia and back to Europe it will be a hell of a year, but I trust that we have a great team and things will go on smoothly”, everyone nodded while I took a deep breath, “However, I really feel the need to ask a selfish favor from you”.

Everyone, except for Jeff and Y/N nodded, “I need you guys to promise that you will have the best time, that you will enjoy everything, the good, the bad and the worst, to give your everything into every show, every rehearsal and every travel, because… because I honestly don’t know if this will be the last time we will do this”.

Y/N squeezed my hand and kissed my cheek, “This has been, a very wild ride, and to be honest with you... life has changed so much this last year, and I really don’t know where we’ll be tomorrow, but what I do know, is that right this second, this is where we are supposed to be”, there were nods all over the place, “So once more, let’s cheer to welcome this last adventure with Love On Tour!”.

May 19, 2022

Harry. New York City, New York. 11:55 P.M.

“Drive safely guys! See you tomorrow!”, Glenne and Jeff gave me another wave as the elevator closed, I also closed and locked the main door and leaned mt forehead taking a deep breath, I then walked to the kitchen, made sure that all lights were off, and trash was put away then made my way to the master bedroom.

I expected for Y/N and Pip to be sleeping but was surprised when I opened the door and saw Y/N sitting up and looking out the window and the anxiety I felt when Glenne asked me to go with her to the nursery returned. I sat next to her in bed and reached to run my hand down her face, she turned to see me and gave me a small smile.

“Hi baby, everyone gone?”, I nodded and kissed her cheek before whispering, “Yes, everyone asked me to say goodbye and that they can’t wait to see you tomorrow”, she nodded and sighed while reaching for my hand and giving it a squeeze.

I placed another kiss to her cheek before whispering, “You okay?”, she nodded and turned to see me, “Yeah, just tired, all the excitement and the long nights drained me”, I nodded while she continued to talk, “Let’s go to bed yeah? You need your rest too”.

I sighed defeatedly and nodded my head, then made my way to the bathroom to get ready for bed. Once outside I leaned into the bassinet to see Pippa, I smiled then leaned to kiss her cheek softly before pulling back and getting into bed, Y/N joining me a few seconds later.

We both made sure our alarms were one before cuddling into our pillows, I pulled her by the waist and nuzzled her neck, she made sure she was comfortable before letting out a breath and kissing her cheek before whispering, “I love you, and I’m here for you baby, whatever you may need”.

May 21, 2022

New York City, New York. 7:30 A.M.

The smell of fresh coffee pulled me from the slumber I fell into after feeding Pip at around three. I got out of bed and made sure she was still sleeping then left the room, leaving the door was ajar. I then started walking to the kitchen where I could hear Harry humming and cooking.

When I entered, I started making my way to stand behind him and placed a kiss between his shoulder blades, then wrapped my hands around him, he reached down to kiss my hands before whispering, “Good morning baby”, I smiled and placed another kiss, “Hi you, I missed you in bed”.

He laughed a little and turned off the stove, served breakfast and grabbed the plates while I grabbed the coffees before making our way to the table; we started eating in silence, placing little kisses in each other’s hands before he cleared his throat, “How are you?”, his eyes were hopeful on me talking to him.

I sighed and wished I could ignore the elephant in the room but knew it would not be worth it, “I’m not okay, I’m very sad and disappointed”, I sniffled, he reached to clean my tears, “Baby, maybe you should talk with Ellie, or even your dad”, I shrugged my shoulders, “What good would it do? She still belittled me and my baby”, I sniffled, “I get it, I am her disappointment but that little girl sleeping in her bassinet is not guilty.”

He nodded and kissed my temple then rested his forehead against it, I continued to speak up, “I just don’t understand, how can she see her and still pretend she doesn’t exist; isn’t she curious? Like doesn’t she want to know who she is, who she looks like, if she has any personality quirks from me?”

Harry ran his hand down my back then whispered, “I wish I could go back in time and give her a piece of my mind, be sure to protect you both from her; above all I wish I could take away your pain and sadness because you don’t deserve it, and I’m sorry that I couldn’t.”

I smiled in appreciation and reached for a napkin, “I will be okay, I promise you, but I need to feel sad and process this, okay?”, he nodded and squeezed my arm, “However you Mister should start to finish your suitcases, okay? Us girls are already packed, and we leave in about seven hours”, he laughed, then stood up and started clearing the table, “Fine, I will pick this up and will finish packing, okay?”

I nodded then left the kitchen and went into the room and smiled when I noticed that Pippa was slowly rousing form her sleep, “Oh hi baby! good morning my girl how are you?”, she cooed once I pulled her into my arms and started leaving slobbery kisses on my face, “Are you hungry? Yeah? Let’s go eat, then we will have some tummy time and then we’ll get ready, and you’ll nap before our flight because we are leaving for London!”

Pippa smiled and we switched sides, “Oh look at that smile! You’re so happy to go to London huh? I am too, I miss our family so much”, our family, as warmth spread through my chest I turned down and smiled at her, “Yeah baby, our family, the one who chose me and love you because you are their blood, the ones we deserve and will love us forever.”

May 22, 2022

Harry. London, England. 12:45 P.M.

We had been back in London for less than 48 hours and it felt so good just to be home. Even if there was so much chaos and things to get ready, being back with family made the whole travel worth it. My mum had made sure that our fridge and pantry were stocked as soon as we arrived then left some dinner ready for us.

I was finishing setting the table while Y/N got Pippa ready while we waited for our guests to arrive; after setting down some wine glasses the doorbell rang and I smiled when I opened it and saw our first arrival, “Dad! Welcome, come in!”, my dad smiled and hugged me, then proceeded to remove his coat and hang it on one of the available hooks.

“Harry! How are you son? I hope I am not too early?”, I shook my head and we started making our way to the living room, “Not at all, just finished setting the table and waiting for my ladies to be ready, little one woke from her nap a little ago”, he smiled and before he could speak, a voice carried over from the stairs and into the living room.

“I hear that someone is asking for the girl of the hour?”, Y/N appeared with Pippa in her arms and gave my dad a smile while walking to where he was standing, “Des! Welcome! It is so good to see you!”, my dad met her halfway and pulled her into a half hug, “Hello darling, it’s so good to have you guys back here.”

I smiled when I realized that Pippa was giving my dad a very curious look, but still held on to her mum’s arm, she laughed a little and bounced her while my dad offered her a smile and coo, Y/N spoke up, “Who is that baby? Is that your grandad? Do you wanna say hello?”, my dad reached for her and started kissing her cheek, while Pippa patted his cheek.

The doorbell rang again and as Y/N went to open I went to stand next to my dad and Pip, she offered me a smile and I chuckled a little, my dad ran a hand down her head, “Oh she’s definitely a daddy’s girl huh?”, I nodded and reached to kiss her cheek, then turned to look at him, “I mean yes, but as soon as she sees her mum, dad is out of the picture”.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Y/N come into the living room followed by Gemma, Michal and my mum; we all said our hellos and sat down in the living room for a little, Y/N left to check how lunch was coming along and when she came back she sat next to me, I kissed her temple and continued talking with Michal.

Gemma cleared her throat and reached out her arms to grab Pippa, who was still happily being held by my dad, my mum going to sit next to him and cooing at her hoping to coax a few smiles and giggles, “Okay can the grandparents share her with her fave aunt?”, my mum shook her head and my dad placed a kiss on Pippa’s forehead before handing her to Gemma, who was smiling so big and kissing all over her face while the baby cooed at her.

“I can’t believe she can laugh now”, my mum nodded along with my dad who was smiling at the baby as he spoke, then added, “Before we know it she will be crawling and walking and talking”, I shook my head and pouted, “Nope, not happening, we have been discussing the fact that she needs to stay this little forever”, Y/N shook her head but before she could add anything else left for the kitchen to get the pasta out of the oven.

“H! It’s ready!”, I nodded to the direction of her voice then turned to our guests, “Okay everyone lunch is ready, so let’s go to the dining room”, we all started walking towards the lovely smells and took our seats at the table, Y/N went to grab Pippa and promised Gem she would give her back as soon as she ate, the took her seat next to me and settled Pip in her lounger.

After a delicious lunch and an even better conversation, we all moved back to the living room to have some dessert and tea; Gemma laid with Pippa, Y/N, and my mum on her little playmat for her tummy time while the rest of us scattered in the couches around. My mum then turned to look at me and asked, “Is everything ready for your show?”

I nodded while I sipped on my tea then left it on the coaster, “Pretty much, we will do a visit to the venue tomorrow and Tuesday will be packed before the show; I’ve arranged for a van to pick you all up so that you can all come together, is that okay?”, everyone nodded then continued to enjoy their dessert.

It was around seven that we said our goodbyes and once I made sure my mum was distracted, I nodded at Gemma, who came to stand next to me and whispered, “So, still up for babysitting tomorrow?”, she nodded then turned to make sure mum was not coming, “Yup, will be here tomorrow at around 5 okay?”, I nodded and then we said our goodbyes; once I made sure they were all on their cars I licked the door and went upstairs to join bedtime routine.

May 24, 2022

London, England. 10:30 P.M.

I closed the nursery door and made sure that the monitor was on before making my way downstairs where friends and family were digging into the catering we had ordered for after Harry’s concert, which by the way, had been such an eclectic event.

Once I entered the kitchen, I was greeted with a plate served by Anne, I smiled in appreciation and she squeezed my arm before taking a sip of her drink, “Baby went down, okay?”, I nodded and finished chewing before answering her, “She did, I was worried she would wake up once I transferred her, but she must’ve been so tired.”

She chuckled in agreement and gave me a soft smile, a few seconds later I felt someone pull me into a chest and kiss the back of my head, I smiled and settled myself against his side and kissed his peck, “Hello superstar! Enjoying your party?”, he nodded and opened his mouth, I fed him a bite of my sandwich and while he chewed Anne and I continued to discuss our plans for the weekend.

After swallowing his bite, he gave me a soft squeeze and then turned to look at Gemma and asked her to come over, Anne gave us a curious smile and I reached to squeeze her arm, she then asked us, “Is everything okay?”, we nodded and Harry spoke up, “We just want to talk to you all, is that okay?”, they both nodded and we made our way to the foyer, where we knew we could talk privately.

Des and Michal also joined us, and Harry cleared his throat before speaking up, “So… we have been keeping a secret from you guys”, my mum gasped before excitedly whispering, “Are you pregnant?”, we both chuckled and shook our heads, “No, we’re not pregnant, but we hope to have more babies later on.”

Anne nodded and asked us, “Well, are you guys okay?”, Harry nodded and smiled, “Yeah mum… uhm we have been speaking about our future as a family, and where we want to settle”, Gem was smiling while my mom gave us a hopeful smile, Harry continued, “So… we have been viewing a few properties in different locations, and…”

Anne gave us an excited but careful nod and harry turned to look at me, I smiled and kissed his hand, which was laying on my shoulder then turned to look at our family, “We just put an offer for a house”, before they could speak up, I added, “Here, well actually, a few blocks down”, everyone’s eyes opened so big, Anne was stuck in her place while Gemma pulled us into a hug followed by everyone else.

Anne stood frozen in her place with some tears falling from her eyes, Harry walked carefully next to her and as soon as she could she pulled him into her arms, and a few seconds later she pulled me into her arms too, then whispered, “I cannot believe this! I honestly had made pace with the idea of only seeing you three every few months, but the fact that I will be able to see you when we feel like it? It’s just priceless.”

We pulled back and turned to look at everyone, Des spoke up, “So what’s next?”, Harry smiled, “Well, we have to wait and see if the offer will be accepted, Olive our real estate agent said it could take anywhere from weeks to months, so it’s a waiting game”, Gemma smiled, “Well, I cannot wait for us to be able to go house shopping”, I laughed, “I’ll definitely let you know Gems”.

May 28, 2022

Harry. London, England. 10:30 A.M.

“See you in a few mate!”, Jeff nodded and continued to walk with the personnel from BBC while I made my way to the entrance to collect Y/N and Pippa, as soon as I saw her she gave me a big smile and I pulled her into a kiss and hug, then we started to make our way back to my dressing room.

Once inside I lifted the blanket covering the stroller and smiled at the sleeping baby; not wanting to disturb her sleep I let the blanket fall again and walked to sit with Y/N on the couch, once I settled her on my lap, I started kissing her cheek repeatedly while she let out some squeals and little laughs.

A ping from her phone had me pulling back and reaching for my phone to see if I had any new notifications. She took out a deep breath and squeezed my arm before chuckling, I turned to look at her and gave her a questioning look, she settled on my lap and whispered “Harry…”, u hummed and kissed her nose with my eyes closed.

She whispered again, “They accepted the offer”, I opened my eyes and smiled at her, my eyes asking her to confirm what she just said, and she nodded before speaking up, “We got our house H”, I stood up and pulled her into a hug while we spun, making sure to keep quiet for the baby. I stopped and whispered against her lips, “We got our house baby”, she nodded and placed a chaste kiss then whispered, “We got our house”.

June 11, 2022

Glasgow, Scotland. 7:30 A.M.

A whimper coming from the monitor pulled me out of bed, I grabbed my sweatshirt then made my way to the adjoining room where we had created a nursery for Pippa, turned on the lamp and cooed at the crying baby, “Oh no baby what are those tears for huh? We’re here for a dress-up party for your daddy!”

I settled on the bed and removed my sweatshirt and shirt so I could feed Pippa, who latched immediately, “Oh you were hungry huh? I’m sorry baby I am such a meanie huh?”, she turned to look at me and my eyes watered, I still could not understand how I could love her so much.

Once she finished, I changed her diaper and we left her room and ordered some room service, the turned to pull out the little cake, candles, and balloons I bought yesterday while sightseeing with Glenne. As soon as I finished setting up room service arrived, and I went into our room to wake him up.

With Pippa in my arms, I walked to my side of the bed and settled with her on the bed, once she saw her dad she squealed and I laughed, then placed her next to Harry’s face, “Come on baby say, ‘Dada wake up!’”, she started aggressively patting his cheek; he let out a deep breath and chuckled, “Morning baby girl! hello you!”, he turned around and pulled her into his lap, she smiled and he pulled her in for a kiss then turned to look at me, “Hi baby.”

I smiled and leaned to kiss his lips then whispered, “Hi, breakfast is ready, wanna come out?”, he nodded then handed me the baby, went to the bathroom and as soon as he came out, we headed to the living room. He stopped on his tracks and smiled at the decorations I set out for him and pulled me into a hug.

We sat down and started eating breakfast, then I lit up the candle and before he could blow it I cleared my throat, “I just want to say that I’m so proud of you, it is amazing to be a witness to your radiance and happiness and to be able to love you at the end of everything”, I sniffled and he squeezed my hand and reached for Pippa.

“I know that we won’t be able to be with you every single date physically, but I need you to remember that we are always with you here”, I placed my hand over his heart and he sniffled before whispering, “I love you Y/N more than words are able to express it, and I know I repeat it a lot, but I truly will never ever be able to repay you for everything.”

I pulled him in for a kiss, then left a bunch of smooches on Pippa’s head before pulling back and whispering, “Now before you blow your candles, I want for you to make a wish for this tour, okay?”, he nodded and closed his eyes, then blew out the candle. Pippa and I clapped a little then kissed his cheek before speaking up, “Okay my love, you have about four hours until we have to be at the arena, so take your time getting ready, okay?”, he nodded then pulled me up, “How about we settle her for a nap then enjoy the tub for a little?”, I nodded then followed him.

June 11, 2022

Harry. Glasgow, Scotland. 7:45 P.M.

The murmur of the crowd was enough for my hands to tremble harder than they already were before and I could feel the sweat falling down my spine; I had been ready for a while and met my band for our pre-show ritual, and hugged my family, but right now the only thing I wanted was to hug my girls.

Speaking of, they have been on my dressing room for a while because little miss Pippa had an explosive accident, so I knew that’s where I would find them. As soon as I entered Y/N offered me a smile, however it disappeared when I started sniffling and making my way to them, “Baby what’s- “, I didn’t let her finish before I pulled her into a hug.

She started running her hand down my back while cooing at me, “Baby it’s okay, take a deep breath”, it took me a few moments, but I calmed down and we pulled back; she ran her hands down my cheeks and cleaned my tears.

Before I could speak up a shriek had us looking at the baby laying on the cushions next to us, Y/N laughed and pulled her into her arms kissing her head, “Were you missing us baby? we could never forget you huh?”, I smiled and handed Pippa my fingers to chew on, Y/N whispered, “Feeling better?”, I nodded, “so much.”

We stayed like this until Jeff came to get us, I pulled her up with me and we walked all the way to the side of the stage, we turned to look at each other and smiled, she spoke up, “We’ll be watching from the box, yes?”, I nodded and kissed Pip’s cheeks and her lips three times, “I love you baby, I’ll see you after okay?”

She nodded and I started making my way to the back of the stage and stopped on my tracks when I heard her scream my name, I turned to look at her, “Yes?”, she smiled, “Welcome to Love on Tour 2.0; break a leg handsome.”

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pikapeppa · 14 days

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15 questions for 15 friends

Tagged by @elveny and @johaerys-writes -- thank you, my loves!

ARE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? My mom. Apparently my dad really wanted to name me after my mom and she was like "ugh really fine" LOL. My dad is also named after his dad, who was named after his dad... REAL ORIGINAL. This is going to sound like a total humblebrag, but my mom and I are both published academic authors, so we have to use our middle initials to distinguish who published what 🙃

WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED? Probably in therapy last Thursday LOL. Though I got a little prickly-eyed earlier this week watching the episode of ATLA where Zuko and Aang go on their lifechanging field trip to the Sun Warriors' secret village 😂❤

DO YOU HAVE KIDS? Nope! Childless by choice.

WHAT SPORTS DO YOU PLAY/HAVE YOU PLAYED? I played T-ball when I was 5 or 6 (hated it, cried so much that my parents pulled me out LMAO) and I was on the volleyball team in Grade 6. I'm left-handed and I had a habit of serving into the wall, unfortunately, and the habit got worse when I was nervous. During one game, they took pity on me so much that they paused the game until I got the ball over the net. I was fucking humiliated and have never played a team sport since then. 🤣💀 Re: other physical activities, I like dancing! I've taken a ton of different kinds of dance classes including swing, salsa, bellydancing, and Bollywood dancing, and loved all of them!

DO YOU USE SARCASM? No. Me? Never. 🙃🤣 Forreal though yes. All the time.

WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE? Uh...! I don't know if there's any one specific thing? I usually take in an "overall impression" of appearance. Vague, but that's all I've got. If the question was "what's the first thing you notice in people you're attracted to", that might be a different story 🤣

WHAT'S YOUR EYE COLOUR? Brown.

SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS? I am going to copy Johaerys's answer and say it doesn't matter to me, as long as the story was good. But also, who says scary movies/horror media can't have happy endings?? 🤣Haunting of Hill House, anyone? (Bittersweet, maybe, but it counts as happy to me!)

ANY TALENTS? Would it be wretched if I said I feel like writing might be a talent? Whatever, I'm saying it. 🤣😅

WHERE WERE YOU BORN? In a hospital in the same city where I currently live! Which I will chose not to reveal openly! 🤣

WHAT ARE YOUR HOBBIES? Writing! It takes up a solid 75-90% of my free time. Also gaming (which I might count into the writing time since it often becomes Research™ for the writing 🤣). I also enjoy baking and cooking, though I don't know that I'd count those as hobbies since they're necessary ADLs?

DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS? A cat named Meeko. She is my daemon. We can never be apart when I am home. Case in point, a photo taken in real-time while completing this quiz:

HOW TALL ARE YOU? 5'3".

FAVOURITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL? Uhhh... what level of school are we talking here? In undergrad, I took an incredible linguistics/history course about writing systems, and that was probably my favourite class ever. I took a course during undergrad about different schools of psychotherapy that was pretty damned influential too.

DREAM JOB? I also loved Johaerys's answer here: "I don't think there's any sort of job anyone could do in this capitalist hellscape we're all currently living in that would be enjoyable enough to make up for, well... living in a capitalist hellscape." I'm lucky enough to work in the public healthcare system so I'm pretty safe from the worst of capitalism, I guess, though my job (speech-language pathologist) is one I chose more for practicality (certainty of employment) than because I was really passionate about it. If I could do something else and not have to worry about money, I would either want to be a fiction editor, or a sex therapist.

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avatar-anna · 2 years

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wow, I love stories where the reader is also Harry's guitarist. And I was thinking something like, y/n having a great presence, lambert every now and then was always matching her outfits with Harry's and the fans just love it, and even hope she and harry get together! It's as if the concentration on top of that is very strong, and then it also generates tension behind the scenes because (ok for some this may not seem very cool), but harry's girlfriend feels very threatened by the beauty of the reader, it's impossible for y /n get to places and people don't end up like "😦😦" because of her beauty. Sorry, this was really long lol

definitely! i love these two

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Harry stilled, both of you panting and sweaty. Your hands were still firmly gripped in his hair, but it eased now, staying exactly where it was. You probably should've removed your hand, but then again, Harry should've removed himself from you, but he hadn't, so your hand stayed where it was.

For a moment, you thought he'd fallen asleep, but then he stirred, his voice hoarse as he spoke against your neck. "You are..."

"Same to you," you said. While you were curious to hear what he had to say, you also...didn't. Distance was key in an arrangement like this. There was no closeness except the physical distance between bodies, no conversations except brief ones that dictated where you would be meeting up next.

Harry eventually rolled off of you, but stayed close enough for your arms to just be touching. "Can I stay tonight? I promise I'll be out early in the morning, it's just a little late."

You should've said no, but you were too tired to protest, and Harry was already turning over and pressing his face into one of the plethora of fluffy hotel pillows on your bed.

"Sure," you found yourself saying.

Turning so you and Harry were back to back, you closed your eyes, wondering if he would be there when you woke up.

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"If you could play with anyone in the world, who would it be?"

"Dead or alive?" you asked, your cheek rested against Harry's shoulder.

"Mm, either is fine, I think," he said.

You considered his question carefully, wanting to answer honestly. You felt Harry's muscles stretch and relax beneath your hand as he rested an arm behind his head. His skin was soft, yet solid beneath your fingertips. You couldn't help but run them over his tattoos as you thought about his question.

That was a thing you did now. Talk. You didn't do much of that before, but one night Harry asked you where you grew up, and suddenly you knew things about each other.

"Lauryn Hill or Christine McVie," you eventually said, your lips brushing across his skin.

"Great choices," Harry said. “Very different ends of the musical spectrum, but both are excellent artists.”

His arm was wrapped around you, his thumb rubbing circles into your shoulder. It was comforting enough to lull you to sleep, but you kept your eyes open. You made it a point not to fall asleep cuddled up to him. Whether or not you woke up in each other's arms was an entirely different story, but your conscious mind made sure you kept a distance.

"And what about you?" you asked. "I know you've already performed with some pretty legendary people, and Mitch is like a god to you, so you've pretty much made it—"

"Shut up," Harry chuckled, pinching your arm slightly.

He'd gotten better about bringing up Mitch, or not bringing up Mitch, at souncheck, and had even paid you a few compliments on and off stage. It made things less tense, but you still thought he was a bit of a diva, so you kept your distance for the most part.

Except in the dead of night in each other's hotel rooms. And the occasional dressing room. And a bus bunk here and there. And once in a bathroom stall. And then again in a different bathroom but you didn't really count it because Elin came in looking for you and you had to stop.

But other than that you hardly spent any time together, and you planned to keep it that way.

“Up for another round or are you going to sleep?”

You probably should’ve gone to bed, but Harry’s hands were already traveling and his teeth were grazing the curve of your ear.

It was really a no brainer.

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“And on the guitar we have Y/n L/n!” Harry said into his mic, drawing out your name to make it more dramatic.

Fans cheered, and the sound of thousands of people screaming and stomping their feet for you made you smile. You gave a small wave to the crowd, trying not to react too much when Harry walked over to you.

Recently he’d been interacting with you more onstage—singing to you, playing the guitar facing you instead of the crowd, raising his eyebrows at you when he sang certain lyrics. He was practically flirting with you onstage, and you couldn’t for the life of you understand why.

Or why your stomach flipped every time he smiled at you.

Harry was mindless fun, a way to pass the time. You didn’t like him, and he didn’t like you, and both of you preferred it that way.

Right?

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“When are you gonna stop kidding yourselves and admit that you like each other?”

Another city, another rehearsal. You and Harry were having creative differences when it came to song transitions. He wanted you to “be more energetic onstage,” but you argued that this was his show and that you were just fine blending into the background and not being so flashy.

“Flashy? Who said anything about flashy?” Harry asked, looking offended. “I’m just asking you to act like you actually enjoy being here.”

You didn’t think your point of view was unreasonable. Harry performed one way, you preferred a different approach. Not that it mattered, all eyes were on him, anyway. You didn’t know why he got so upset about it.

It was these arguments that reminded you how different you and Harry were. You may have clicked in the bedroom, but that was about it. Sometimes your heart did silly things when he waved to you from where he was standing by his mic while performing, but that was nothing.

So Pauli’s question shouldn’t have been such a big deal, and it wasn’t, until you heard Harry’s answer.

“Please. We’re hardly even friends.”

It shouldn’t have hurt, but it did. He just spat it out, like he wanted it to hurt. Sure you and Harry didn’t get along, and you sometimes said you hated each other, but you didn’t actually mean it. He got on your nerves and you had different opinions, but that wasn’t a hateable offense, was it? But he sounded like he genuinely despised you.

You shut down completely after that, going along with whatever Harry suggested. If he noticed your mood change, he didn’t show it, but you could tell everyone else at soundcheck did. Before anyone could ask or pester you about it, you were handing your guitar off to a stage hand and walking back to the tour bus the second soundcheck was over.

When the time came to go onstage, you weren’t all that excited to perform. But you went out there anyway, wearing a smile you didn’t feel. Harry tried to interact with you like he normally did, and you tried to act as normal as possible, but your heart just wasn’t in it.

You kissed him for a minute, enjoying the feel of his body harshly pressed against yours more than you probably should have.

Harry was none the wiser. He pranced around and sang the way he always did, and when the show was over and everyone went their separate ways, including you. He cornered you in one of the hallways of the concert venue, pushing you against the wall and pressing a searing kiss to your lips.

But you were finally able to get ahold of yourself and gently pushed him off. “Not tonight.”

Harry backed off immediately, but there was a wrinkle of confusion between his brows. “Is everything alright?”

“Does something have to be wrong for me to not to want to have sex with you?” you snapped.

“Whoa. That was not what I meant at all, Y/n,” he said, holding his hands up and backing further away.

You knew he didn’t mean it that way, but you felt like you had to be meaner than usual to remind yourself that you didn’t like Harry, and he didn’t like you. This whole thing was just physical, and you were totally fine with that. Just not tonight.

“Whatever, I’m just not in the mood. Goodnight, Styles.”

“Good—”

But you were gone before he could get the words out.

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It was only seven days, but now that you knew what you were missing, it became increasingly harder to avoid sleeping with Harry.

The first two days were easy enough because he was avoiding you too, but after those two days, it felt like he was everywhere. He’d give you these little touches on the arm or lower back when no one was looking, each one a bolt of lightning down your spine. Harry was getting to you, and he knew it.

“Y/n, Harry’s looking for you. He’s in his dressing room.”

It was Harry Lambert, Harry’s stylist. And technically yours because he selected all the band’s tour outfits. He didn’t give you a chance to say anything, quickly walking away after relaying his message.

You debated whether you should go or not, knowing what was bound to happen if you went to Harry’s dressing room. Half of you was itching to go straight to his room, but the other half told you not to bother. It was clear now that you had... something resembling feelings for Harry, and you had to keep your distance until they went away.

So instead of going to his dressing room, you went to your own, hoping that someone would be in there to take your mind off of what you knew you were missing.

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“You’re avoiding me.”

You’d wondered where Harry had disappeared to after the show tonight, and now you had your answer. He was leaning against your hotel room door, clearly waiting for you to get back .

“This is a little desperate, don’t you think?” you asked, even though your stomach flipped excitedly at the thought of him waiting an indefinite amount of time until you returned to the hotel.

Harry scoffed. “And now you’re back to being a dick. What happened? I thought we were finally getting along.”

“Well you thought wrong,” you said. “Now can you move? You’re blocking the door.”

“Are you going to let me in so we can figure this out?”

“I’ll let you in so we can fuck,” you shrugged, trying to channel the person you were at the start of all this, but all it did was leave a bad taste in your mouth.

Harry stared at you in disbelief, but you just looked at him blankly. You stood there in the hallway for what felt like hours but was probably only a couple seconds, just staring at each other. It felt like he was analyzing every little thing about you—your posture, the look in your eyes, the distance you kept between him and you. You both hated and were thrilled by the fact that he seemed to be able to read you so well, so thoroughly.

“I—I don’t want that,” he finally said. He stepped away from your door, slipping past you so he could walk towards the elevator and up to his own suite. “I’m sorry for whatever I did that made you so cold towards me again. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You watched as Harry walked away from you, each step bringing a new emotion forward. You’d gotten an apology, but it didn’t make you feel any better. Not in the slightest.

“Of course he doesn’t know what he did. Dense fucking prick,” you muttered as you pressed your key card above the door handle. Perhaps that was a bit harsh, but you were in a mood.

You were halfway through the door when you heard him say, “Excuse me?”

You turned, only to find him a lot closer than where he’d been mere seconds before. Harry seemed to have the gift of completely silent footfalls.

“Nothing.” You shook your head at him and tried to close the door behind you, but his hand was there in an instant, keeping it open.

“I’ve obviously done something to upset you. I’d like to know what it is.”

Feeling angry all of a sudden, you spoke to him through gritted teeth. “Why? It’s not like you care. We’re hardly even friends.”

It took Harry all of two seconds to realize, and then, “That’s what you’re pissed off about?”

“I told you it’s nothing,” you insisted, but he kept going.

“It’s obviously not nothing, Y/n. You’ve hardly spoken to me in days. I was worried.”

“You shouldn’t have been, I’m sure you could’ve gotten your dick wet from plenty of other people,” you said. It was easier to be mean than to accept the truth, but Harry saw right through it.

“Okay, I get that, like, insulting me seems to be a defense mechanism for you, but can you just...not...for a minute so we can talk?”

Crossing your arms over your chest, you gestured for him to continue, attempting to hear him out.

“What I said that day, about us not being friends, I was just talking out of my ass because I was mad,” Harry said. You kept your eyes on his face, trying to determine if he was being honest, and you decided he was. “And I was protecting myself too. You’re a very easy person to develop feelings for, but some days you drive me crazy, and others I feel like you hate my guts, so I said what I did, but I didn’t mean it.”

With wide eyes, you blinked. You’re a very easy person to develop feelings for. You thought you were the opposite, but Harry looked as sincere as he’d ever been when he said it.

“You—You have...”

“I mean it’s not like I planned to like you this way. Honestly I thought you were annoying as shit the first few weeks of tour,” Harry admitted. You would’ve been offended if you hadn’t thought the same about him too. “But, I don’t know, I started to think you were endearing and funny, and, I mean, we have got some pretty undeniable chemistry.”

You let those words settle over the two of you for a minute, too speechless to respond.

This whole time you thought Harry despised you, only for you to find out that felt quite the opposite. But what happened now?

“So...you...like me, then? As more than just a bandmate or casual hookup?”

“Unfortunately for you, yes.”

“Unfortunately? What’s that supposed to mean?”

For the first time since you’d seen him at the hotel, he smiled. A full-blown grin with deep dimples and nearly all teeth on display.

Taking a step towards you, he said, “I’m not sure if you feel the same, but I’m also not bothered if you don’t. You once told me I wouldn’t be able to handle your charm, and all I can say is, you haven’t seen anything yet.”

Every few words, Harry stepped closer to you, and now you could barely fit a sheet of paper between you. He was looking down at you with what was more knowing smirk than joyful grin. It was usually the one that had your toes curling and made you brace yourself for whatever he had planned next, and this time was no different.

Still, you couldn’t just let him win. So with the most subtle of gulps, you said, “I could handle you just fine.”

Harry’s grin only stretched. “We’ll see about that.”

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The day everyone found out you and Harry didn’t actually hate each other was an accident.

Things went back to normal after you and Harry figured everything out, with some small changes of course. You still snuck into each other’s hotel rooms—and anywhere else if the mood struck—but both of you stayed longer than you used to, and you let yourself fall asleep on his chest and he did the same. There were no dates of any kind, but if Harry was alone before a show, you’d go to his dressing room and talk while he got ready.

The thing that changed the most though was the casual touches. Before, kissing always meant more was coming, but now Harry kissed your forehead, your cheeks, the tip of your nose. All just because he wanted to.

And you really, really liked it, so much so that you found yourself itching for a kiss when everyone was around, and even when he did something to piss you off.

And of course he pissed you off. Your personalities didn’t change over night. So you argued and bickered and made everyone’s eyes roll during soundcheck, but now you made it up to each other by sneaking away to kiss and cuddle, something you’d never done before him.

“I get too hot or feel trapped or the feeling of someone’s breath on my neck is more annoying than comforting. I like a little space.”

“Really? Never?” he asked when you admitted you weren’t a huge fan of cuddling.

Liked was probably the better word to describe it. You were telling the truth when you said you didn’t like being so close to someone, but with Harry, all of that flew out the window. You wanted him to hold you at the end of the day, you wanted to hold him at the end of the day. Harry was getting under your skin, and the oddest part was that you didn’t seem to mind.

“Well, you’re quite good at it, even if you are a royal pain in my ass from time to time,” he said. His hand was under your shirt and tracing patterns with his fingertips.

You knew he was teasing, so you hardly reacted. “You’re no saint either.”

So now you and Harry were all over each other whenever you had the chance. Like right now.

You’d found a kind of hidden alcove while exploring the new tour venue, and once you did, you immediately took Harry to it just before soundcheck.

He kissed you as deeply as we would’ve if you were back in a hotel room. You were pressed harshly against a wall, your leg wrapped around Harry in an attempt to bring him closer, but it wasn’t enough.

“Seriously? Now?” he asked when you reached for his belt buckle. He questioned it, but he wasn’t stopping you, either.

“Are you afraid we’ll get caught?” you said, nipping and licking around the shell of his ear.

You knew that wasn’t the case, though. Harry secretly liked the potential of being caught, he just had to put up an argument first so it seemed like he didn’t.

So he caved, just like you knew he would.

But that wasn’t when you got caught.

Everyone was at soundcheck, including Mitch and Sarah, who decided to surprise Harry and watch his show. Harry was obviously very excited, and you kind of expected him to tell you to get off the stage so his best friend could take your place. He didn’t, though, just introduced the two of you.

You didn’t know what to expect from Mitch. The way Harry talked about him made him seem like some kind of god, but he seemed pretty chill.

“I hope Harry’s been tolerable,” Mitch said. “He’s a creature of habit and is a bit of a diva, and didn’t like the fact that I wasn’t touring with him, but I’ve heard some of your work, and you’re definitely more than qualified.”

Harry frowned at being called a diva, but you were hardly even looking at him. You never actually craved validation, but here Mitch say all of that settled something inside you.

“Thank you. I wished you said all that to Harry when I first started, but that means a lot.”

Mitch frowned and nudged Harry. “I did. Who do you think convinced him to get you back on tour?”

Well that was news to you. Turning to Harry, you raised your brows at him. He was definitely making it up to you later.

“I’m stubborn, I know, can we move on now?” he said, but you could tell he wasn’t actually upset.

Everyone went back to their normal routines during soundcheck, and it went by smoothly, a lot smoother than it had ever been. At the end, people splintered off to go explore the city you were in or to get something to eat. You stayed behind to send a couple texts, minding your own business when you felt him come up behind you.

“Hey, diva,” you said, not looking up from your phone.

“Shut up,” he muttered, but when you finally looked up at him, he was smiling.

While everyone was gone, it was hard for both of you to keep your hands to yourselves. Harry plucked your phone from your hands, and you were about to protest, but he kissed you before you could. You knew it was risky to kiss so out in the open like this, but in the moment, you didn’t care.

Harry pulled away sooner than you would’ve liked, but he stayed close enough for you to wrap your arms around his waist. “Come out to lunch with us.”

“With Mitch and Sarah? You can catch up with them on your own, Harry. I don’t mind.”

For all your teasing and arguments, you knew how much Harry’s friends meant to him, and you didn’t want to intrude. But he just tipped your chin up and kissed your forehead.

“I want you to be there.”

Grinning, you said, “Are you sure? You might give people the impression that you actually like me.”

“Trust me, going out to lunch won’t give it away.”

You nearly jumped out of your skin at the sound of a voice that wasn’t yours or Harry’s. Out of instinct, you both pulled apart, blushing furiously when you saw Pauli standing a few paces away on the stage.

“What the hell, Pauli? I thought you left with everyone else,” you said, trying to ignore the obvious, which was that he definitely just caught you and Harry all over each other.

“I did, but I left my phone, so I came back,” he said with a shrug. He was trying to be nonchalant, but the shit-eating grin on his face ruined it. “I don’t know if I should be happy or annoyed about this discovery, though. Like, I’m happy for you, and I can’t wait to tell everyone, but I’ve also lost the bet.”

“Bet? What bet?” Harry asked.

“Paige and I put money on whether you were seeing each other or just hooking up. My money was on hooking up, but clearly I was wrong.”

Your jaw dropped. “Does everyone think we’re—”

“Liars that don’t actually hate each other? Oh yeah,” Pauli said. “We all knew something was going on, we just couldn’t prove it.”

You looked over at Harry, who had been speechless since Pauli caught the two of you. Nudging him so he looked at you, you tried to ask a question with your eyes.

All he did was shrug, a small grin appearing on his face. “I mean, it certainly isn’t the worst way for people to find out.”

Your mind drifted to earlier today when you were pressed against the wall of the venue and Harry was on his knees, and all of the other times you and Harry hadn’t exactly been discreet. He definitely had a point.

“Well, you guys have about two minutes before everyone starts bombarding you because I just texted everyone to confirm our suspicious, so...yeah. have fun with that.”

Pauli left, phone in hand, and then it was just you and Harry again. You thought you would be nervous or mortified, but you weren’t, and Harry didn’t seem to be either.

“So, lunch?” he asked, holding out his hand.

You took it, letting him lead you off the stage.

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i definitely don’t like this ending, but i lost steam, so here we are. hope you enjoyed!

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A liveblog of a rewatch of my favorite lesbian film (Fucking Åmål)

Agnes having a "secret diary" on her computer it's so 90s.

"I am subtle about my crush on Elin" Meanwhile her diary:

It's so fucking funny how the first scene with Elin is her just POURING MILK OVER HER SISTER BECAUSE SHE DARED TO TAKE THE LAST OBOY (that's a chocolate drink) She's so impulsive and just says and does stuff all the time.

Everyone has known someone like Elin. And she was often the really annoying girl irl, but she's also just so young and naive and you can see there's just something else behind all of that.

Agnes' mom wanting her to have a party and AGNES DOESN'T WANT TOOOO AAAAUGGGHHH AND SHE DOES THIS BECAUSE OF HER MOM

Johan is so fucking awkward. He really tries to hit on Elin and she just disses him. Literally she doesn't want a ride and he's like "but you can carry the helmet if you want" HELP

NOT THE GIRAFFE NECK GIRL

Her name is Camilla but I call her giraffe neck girl because

Agnes... girl... stop doodling Elin's name you're not subtle

Victoria is so deeply afraid Agnes is gonna hit on her. Like. Agnes: So the french word for "bus"? Victoria: PUSS?! (this is the swedish word for "kiss") Agnes: ?? Agnes: Bus. Victoria: OH

Elin's lines in the cafeteria always cracks me up so much

Tfw you're grounded because you "accidentally had no pants on"

Listen like. I understand Agnes' mom, she just wants her daughter to have some friends. But she really does not understand her.

Oh no not the ableism... yikes

Agnes :((

Agnes litting up when she finds out Jessica and Elin have come over awwwwwwww

Not her mom giving them wine????

AGNES' COMPUTER IS ON AGNES HONEY GET A PASSWORD good thing Elin didn't see her diary cause.

Elin hearing the rumour about Agnes being a lesbian and her immediate thought is "Cool. I'm gonna be that too".

The 90s homophobia is strong, but some of these lines are so funny for no reason?? like?? Elin: What do I get if I kiss her? Jessica: AIDS, probably

Agnes' reaction to getting kissed by Elin isn't "omg I got kissed by my crush" it's shock, it's "what the fuck happened", and then when Elin and Jessica laugh and run away she just sits there. Not knowing how to feel. It's realistic.

Noooo Elin feeling so bad about it immediately and wanting to go back to apologize :(

Elin: *vomits* Johan: Fuck, you're so hot Elin:

Honestly same because who tf says this after you just have thrown up

Also how is this not a meme:

Fuck the self harm scene... aaaaaaaa I always forget it exists

Elin throwing rocks at the window :3

Ok I decided to translate my favorite exchange cause it's sooo

Tag your ship

Omg their talk about what they wanna be when they grow up <33

Elin: Do you think I am pretty enough to be a model?

Elin: Why are you so weird. Sorry for asking, but... you are weird. Agnes: You're weird, too. Elin: I want to be weird. Or... not weird, but I don't wanna be like everyone else. This exchange <33 They can be weird together

"It's just because you live in fucking Åmål" OOOOOOO

Elin is here with her dumb questions and Agnes is just

Let's go spontaneous trip to Stockholm woooooo

Imagine what would've happened if they actually went to Stockholm. THAT would have been a different movie.

AGNES GIVING HER A LITTLE KISS BEFORE GOING HOME

Not Jessica eating up all the chips because "otherwise their mom will wonder" and Elin is like "?? can't we be home without having eaten chips?"

ELIN MOANING IN HER SLEEP

Victoria is such a savage tbh.

"Good luck with Elin"

AAAAAAAAAAA JESSICA STOP BEING SO NOSY LET HER CALL HER!!

And Agnes will wonder why Elin isn't calling :( And Elin just WANTS to call but her nosy (but rightfully protective) sister is in the way :(

AND NOW ELIN HAS TO PRETEND SHE'S INTO JOHAN

Elin: Mom, I'm a lesbian Her mom: What?! Elin: Elin: Elin: Nah, I'm just joking

Not the random 30 second masturbation scene?? I mean this film has a very realistic portrayal of teenagers but. Well. At least it was just a zoom in on her eyes and not much else.

God living in a small town like these... everyone knows everyone...

NOT ELIN HANGING UP WHEN AGNES CALLS NOOOO her internalized homophobia :(

Agnes' dad sees so well that something is wrong and she can't tell himmmm

Elin: I wanna be a psychologist Jessica: YOU NEVER TOLD ME THAT

So I know Jessica is just looking out for her, they kind of only have each other, but also she needs to give her some fucking privacy

Jessica: You get everything you want Elin: WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THAT? WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT WHAT I WANT? THE ANGST

Agnes' mom reading her diary AAAAAAAAAAAAAA WHYYYY

You know there's nothing to do in the small town when the teenagers play BINGO

Elin calling Johan from the OTHER ROOM to break up with him

Not the "you can't stand on an A-well because it means bad"

"No, I'm not feeling anything. No anal sex."

"I'm in love with someone else" AAAAAAA

THE CINEMATIC MIRROR WHEN AGNES HAS BEEN STARRING AT HER SCHOOL PHOTO ALL MOVIE AND NOW ELIN DOES THE SAME

Elin wanting to throw rocks at the window again and BREAKING THE WINDOW AND THE MUSIC JUST ABRUPTLY STOPS

TOILET CONFRONTATION LET'S GOOOO

Elin is so bad with words but god she tries... honey...

UGH and everyone outside banging on the door thinking she has a boy in there.

In this movie, no one comes out of the closet, they come out of the school restroom

"Ta da! Here is me, and this is my new girl! Could you move? We're gonna go and fuck!"

Wrote history!

"Fucking" means drinking oboy lmao

Elin just infodumping how she has too much chocolate powder in her milk

I really wonder what happens later. When they go back to school the next morning. When Agnes goes home to her mom who has read her diary. When Jessica finds out. But at the same time, it ends so sweetly. Right now it's only them and no one else.

This movie is really cheaply made. It's shot like it's some secret person recording these kids. It's awkward zooms and hectic cuts. But it also adds to the charm. It makes it feel... real. Like we're seeing them right now in these moments, not putting up an act.

Also, campy movies are the best movies :D

#fucking åmål #show me love #show me love 1998

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As Long as You Are: Blurb #1

Warnings: none!! (that I know of)

Suggestion by: @tati813

Dividers made by: @firefly-graphics !!

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“So I was talking to Mitch the other day and—”

“Wait,” Harry cuts y/n off, “when were you talking to Mitch? Was I there?”

“What? No, he gave me his number the other day. I mean, you were there when that happened, but it’s because I had a question about—”

“He gave you his number?”

“Will you stop cutting me off?” y/n pushes Harry’s shoulder, looking at his face a little too long for his liking.

“Will you stop looking at me like that?”

“Like what? Like I know you’re just upset that I got Mitch’s number before yours?”

“Shut up.”

y/n and Mitch have been talking for the past 15 minutes about something music related that Harry doesn’t have enough knowledge about. It’s not that he can’t join the conversation, he knows that y/n would gladly include him in it, but he just doesn’t want to bother them. Do I not want to bother them or am I just being petty? He knows the answer, he’s being petty.

Harry hasn’t spoken in the 15 minutes they’ve been discussing music, only glances at y/n every so often, sighs, and then looks back at his phone. Harry isn’t even doing anything on his phone, he’s actually just swiping back and forth on his home screen pretending that he has important things to do and isn’t interested in their conversation. But he’s actually listening to the whole thing.

Harry sighs again, rotating his chair away from the direction of y/n and Mitch. Which is it for y/n, “Harry, do you want to join the conversation or are you just going to continue to sit there sighing like a little kid?” There’s a hint of irritation in her voice disguised and lightheartedness. There’s no response from Harry. He knows he’s most definitely not acting like a 28 year old.

“My goodness,” Mitch says, “he’s never like this. When he is, it's always when we’re talking shop. I swear sometimes my kid is more emotionally mature than he is.”

“I’m pretty sure he’s giving us the silent treatment. Should we just give him the silent treatment back?” y/n asks Mitch.

“Yeah… he’ll get over it eventually.”

“I just wanted to be in the conversation!” Harry breaks.

“Oh my gosh! He speaks!” y/n announces. “You are such a little kid my goodness. Were you jealous that you weren’t in the conversation? Mitch look!” y/n points towards Harry, “He’s literally pouting.” y/n laughs.

“You always talk to Mitch but I was your friend first.”

“And he finally admits it.” Mitch laughs.

“Well then come on over here and be in the conversation instead of just sitting there pouting the whole time.” y/n pats the open seat next to her which Harry gladly takes, scooting closer to her than necessary. y/n just looks up at him and smiles, leaning into his arm

“How long do we think it’s going to take y/n to realize that Harry has been waiting to talk to her the whole time she’s been talking to Sarah and playing with your kid?” Elin asks Mitch, who just smiles.

“Oh, she knows. She told me that she’s just going to continue ignoring him when he’s sulking. She said that he’s 28 not 4. If he wants to talk to her he can use his words.”

“Oh my gosh,” Elin laughs, trying to cover her mouth so Harry doesn’t hear, “she’s an absolute icon, I love her so much. Can we bring her with us on tour?”

“Harry, will you stop lurking? I think you’re scaring my kid.” Sarah finally says, glancing up at Harry who’s standing 15 paces behind y/n.

“He’s still there? I thought he would have given up by now!”

“Nope, he’s been there the whole time.” Sarah says.

“Wait! You knew I was here the whole time?” Harry asks incredulously. It’s now y/n’s turn to shift and look at Harry who’s leaning against a back wall.

“It’s a little hard to ignore the feeling of someone glaring at you. Harry, use your words. This little guy knows how to use them more than you do.”

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areyoulistening happy birthday to this absolute icon. it may look like he was bothered by me taking this photo of him, but i can assure you, he absolutely was.

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y/nandharry Is this the brotp we never knew we needed???

tati813 nah this is the brotp we ALWAYS knew we needed

fanaccount30 HE LOOKS SO ANGRY IM SCREAMING 😭

noooovaaaaa I love the honesty in the caption 💀

harrystyles HE gets a birthday post but I don’t get one for my birthday??

↳ areyoulistening i didn’t personally know you in february!!!

↳ harrystyles Well I’m expecting a solid 500 word post about me for my birthday. @areyoulistening

↳ areyoulistening i’ll just post a photo of sarah and mitch for your birthday and thank them for keeping you alive since 2017 @harrystyles

↳ harrystyles I will literally end our friendship @areyoulistening

be-with-me-so-happily is harry upset that y/n didn’t post for his birthday BACK IN FEBRUARY??? 😩

pillowpersonpp He may look mad in this photo, but he smiled when he saw this post

mitchrowland I also really appreciated your musical rendition of happy birthday that you sent me

harrystyles YOU SENT HIM A MUSICAL RENDITION OF HAPPY BIRTHDAY TOO. I’m blocking you @areyoulistening ?????

areyoulistening then why are you still here 🙄 @harrystyles

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PJ Party

You were so giddy to message the girls! This was going to be a night for the books! Just wait!

It started with the following message to the girls group chat you had that included, Sarah, Ny, Elin, Gemma, Anne, Bella and Milena

You: Hiiiii! I had an idea…since we’re all about to be in Italy together, I was thinking about hosting a Pajama Party at the villa on the night we all land. Just us girls! Harry said he would rent the villa next door for the boys so we could have the place to ourselves. Before I give ya more deets, who’s in?

Gemma: As long as Harry isn't there, I'm in!

Bella: OMG!!! Italy and this?!?! Yes yes yes!

Sarah: A night with no boys...god, I'm so there 😬

Anne: I’m there with all my girls! I love you all so much! ❤️

Ny: Who's bringing booze?

You: So everyone's in! That's awesome!! Deets, anyone?

You: You won't believe what I (and even H) have planned for us. Harry's called in for us all to have a pair of silk pajamas in the color of our choice and he says he says he'll have some other surprises for us!

Anne: Cannot wait to see you all! ❤️

You: So excited you can come Anne....I've missed you so much!

You: Anyone interested in a little Lingerie show? I have a friend who has an on-line store of lingerie and she does virtual parties and plays games... she's so fun!

Sarah: Ooo-la-la...I'm down!

Ny: Rad!

Elin: Never have too much sexy stuff.

Gemma: Mum, don't respond to this....

Anne: Ohhhh…sounds lovely (giggling)

You: We'll talk more about the timing later! Can't wait!

You: Love you all! ❤️

*****Italy Harry’s villa****

Everyone has arrived and it’s a little like herding cats, you think as you try and get everyone ushered into the spacious living room. Once everyone is in the room and situated, you start doling out sleeping arrangements. Fortunately, Harry’s villa is large enough for everyone to have their own room.

“Your pj’s are on the bed ready for you to slip into, you say gesturing to your own red pj’s with pink polka dots.”

Gemma walks up and throws an arm around you. “Please tell me you picked out mine and not Harry!” she says rolling her eyes.

“Don’t worry, your’s are your favorite color, blue with white polka dots,” you say with a giggle and a kiss to her cheek.

Sarah comes in with her swag bag, “What’s in here?”

You smile slyly. “You’ll have to open them and see!”

Sarah giggles and opens the bag. “You didn’t! Look at all if this!”

You smile, happy to shower your friends with gifts. Harry and you colluded to provide swag bags to all of your guests filled with a pleasing bag, the new pleasing products, a gorgeous pleasing beach towel, a sleep mask and Gemma’s signature sunnies.

Ny looks over your shoulder and starts laughing hysterically at something behind you. You turn to see Milena bent over with her bum facing you in nothing but a pair of thong panties. You whip back around with a gasp, hand to your mouth giggling. Gemma is bent over laughing hysterically.

“What!?” Milena says standing up with a shrug, “Thought this was a Pajama Party, I’m getting in my new Gucci pajamas”

You look over to Anne, who has sucked her lips into her mouth a gesture you’ve seen from Harry often. Then she just throws her head back and with a burst of a very proper English laugh.

You grab Anne’s arm and hold onto her as you both laugh and laugh. You wipe your eyes and hug her tightly. “It might get crazy tonight. Hope you’re prepared,” you say, laughing again.

You all head back into the living room and you see Bella sitting on her bed. “Hold on. I’ll be right there,” you tell the girls.

“Hey. You ok?” You ask sitting down next to her.

She smiles but it doesn’t quite meet her eyes. “I guess I’m feeling overwhelmed. This is a lot to take in. Your whole lifestyle - Gemma’s too - it’s a lot.”

You sigh. “I know. It’s…been both easy and not easy to get used to it. I know most people don’t live like this.”

“It’s…I’m happy for you, I am but it’s hard not to be jealous too.”

You nod. “I get it. I…if you’re not comfortable, I understand. I just…I miss you.”

Tears spring to Bella’s eyes. “I miss you too. I want to be here, I do.”

You hug her. “Let’s go have some fun!”

You and Bella are walking back in on the high-pitched sounds of laughter and catching up conversations when the doorbell rings suddenly. Everyone looks at you and you look a little stunned.

“Are ya gonna get that?” Elin says

“Oh,” you say looking at Anne questioningly.

“Darling, that’s you,” she says smiling that knowing smile. “This is your party, and, love, Harry’s all yours. I think the door is yours to open, not mine.”

Stunned at how that reality hits sometimes, you walk to open the door. Cal, one of your drivers, stands holding a large black box and a bundle of individually wrapped red roses, “’S a deliver for you and the ladies, miss.”

“Hey Cal, thank you!” you say leaning forward to kiss his cheeks.

Inside, you carry the box to the middle over to the breakfast bar where everyone has gathered to grab something to drink.

The card reads, “A little something to make the night fun for each and every one. All the Love, H”

Inside are small black and red heart shaped boxes with a tag indicating that the contents were chocolate truffle edibles. There is a box and a rose for everyone.

“Well, looks like the funs about to begin!” Ny says holding up a glass of champagne she has helped herself to.

You look at Anne with bulging eyes and blushing cheeks.

Gemma walks over to Anne then looks at you, “Jesus, you’re gonna have to relax! This night will be torture for you if you constantly worry about what Mum thinks. I mean, my God, Milena’s already flashed her tits and… Harry sings about cocaine, I don’t think a couple of edibles is gonna freak her out. You were young once, right Mum?”

Snickering and holding her glass out to Milena for some champagne, “Well, thanks for that, Gemma.”

You shake your head. “You’re right,” you say to Gemma. “I just don’t want you to be uncomfortable,” you tell Anne, squeezing her arm.

She smiles that smile that’s so much like Harry’s it’s disconcerting. “I’m fine darling. Let’s just have a good time, yeah?” She says, kissing your temple.

“Ok, that’s all I want.”

Milena speaks up. “I’ve brought my tattoo and piercing gear if anyone wants some work done but no drinking if you plan on getting ink!”

You purse your lips and walk over to Milena. “I…I’ve been thinking about a tattoo you tell her pulling out your phone and I’d love for you to do it. It’s uhhh…well it’s in a delicate spot.”

“How delicate?” Milena asks you, biting her lip.

You giggle. “I want this bee and hs under my boob. Can you do that?”

“Darling, that’s easy peasy. Let me know when you’re ready to take your shirt off and we’ll do it up nice for you,” she says winking.

You laugh. “Probably later but definitely tonight.” You smile. “Thanks.”

Sarah lifts her glass, “Everyone have a glass of something to drink?” There is a group response of “Yes” after the you grab your glass of sparkling water. “Great then I’d like to propose a toast! To a merry no-boys girl’s night filled with, friends, food, fun, booze and a little debauchery. To family.”

Clinks and laughter are heard round the room. You, Anne and Gemma pull out some catered charcuterie boards filled with fancy cheeses and meats, exotic fruits and other finger foods. The pastries, tarts, mousses and mixed drinks were brought out at the same time because Ny insisted on dessert first, something about life being too short not to eat it first, something you are sure you’ve heard Harry say, but in a much different setting. The thought causing you to blush and smile to yourself.

“Whatcha all blushing smiles about?” Bella asks.

“I’m just really happy and so excited about you all being here,” you say threading your fingers in hers. “I’ve missed you so much, Bella!”

“Missed you too!” she says squeezing your fingers.

“Let’s all get into our new pajamas!” Elin yells loud enough for everyone to hear.

You speak up and say, “Wait before you go change, I have another surprise, well, it’s like a game for us for later, but I need you all to do something for me first. I need each of you to take one of these notecards and write your name on it, along with your shirt size, bra and panty size.”

“Oooo, you getting kinky on us!! I like these kinda parties,” Milena says.

Everyone bursts into giggles of agreement and funny faces.

“Yeah, you don’t want our pants size, that does sound very suspicious…I’m not sharing pants with any of you, just so you know,” Gemma says sarcastically.

You thump your fingers toward Gemma. “No, no, no, calm down, you are gonna love this I swear, you goofball!”

“We are going to play a lingerie game later, and, no, Gems you don’t have to share lingerie and, no, Milena, you don’t get to get naked for it, so keep your clothes on! I’ll tell you about it in a bit once you get back after changing.”

Everyone breaks away to their respective rooms to change into their pajamas. You walk down the hall peeking in open doors seeing several of the girls filling out their notecards. Bella, ever the overachiever, has her filled out and is digging through the new Pleasing colors with Anne holding out a hand, fingers splayed as if looking at a recently painted one to critique the color.

You make it to the living area in front of a large fireplace. “Siri, play the pink room’s playlist.” You say to the room before some slow sensual music comes on softly. You sway just a little at the memories.

“What about a pink room?” Sarah says walking back into the room with her black with white polka dot Gucci pajamas.

You startle and straighten up just to stutter, “Oh… ha-ha…it..it’s nothing, just the name of a playlist I have.”

“OoooKaaayy…that’s weird.”

You fiddle with the hem of your sleeve and smile demurely.

“Why do I get the feeling it’s something to do with Harry and sex?” she says crossing her slender arms.

“Oh, hush…did you fill out your card!” you question quickly changing the subject.

Soon you have everyone’s collected notecards folded in quarters and placed in a glass bowl.

“So, darling, tell us about this game of yours,” Anne asks with a smile.

“Well, my friend Hayley has a lingerie boutique on-line. She also does in-home shows, but since she’s in London and we’re here, she’s doing a virtual show for us. To make it interesting we thought we could have some fun with this. All of you are leaving tonight with a new lingerie set, BUT you won’t be buying it, you won’t even be picking it out. We’re going to all draw the cards from this glass bowl. You must keep your name a secret! Don’t tell, that’s what makes it fun! Are you listening Milena?” you say looking around for Milena who is in the middle of a bite of a chocolate profiterole.

She shakes her head and says mid-chew, “Have you all tasted these? I mean…fuck me…”

Everyone rolls their eyes and laughs.

“Anyway, then she will be opening the boutique and running an on-line show and selections for a couple of hours. During that time, you are gonna pick out a lingerie set for the person whose name you got! Hayley will send the sets via courier as soon as they come in. Sound fun?”

Everyone nods, amused at you.

“Ok, time to pick names! The website you order from is on the card.” You walk around and let everyone choose a card, and you take the last one. “Ok, let’s have some fun!”

You all spend the next few minutes looking at the different lingerie and ooohhhing and ahhhing. “Oh! You can order something for yourself if you like it too. If you order the same thing as your secret person, Hayley will cancel your order.”

“Good because I already found something very naughty I need and I doubt I’ll get it from you lot,” Milena says, popping a piece of cheese in her mouth.

You bite your lip and look around. “Should we…should we have an edible?”

Ny looks over at you. “Ummm…yeah. Me and Milena already ate ours!” She says laughing loudly.

“You two, I swear to god,” you say giggling and then you’re all reaching for your heart shaped box and digging into the delicious chocolates.

Everyone is huddled around phones looking at the lingerie, when you go for another bottle of water. Bella follows you looking a little starstruck and thoughtful. “What’s on your mind, missy,” you ask opening your bottle and leaning against the counter.

She walks around to get closer, “Ummm, I know we aren’t supposed to tell whose name we have, but,” she looks over you shoulder, “I have Anne…, literally…, like, lingerie shopping for Harry Fucking Styles’ mother… I can do that. I can find something tasteful and sexy, but, Jesus, Hayley’s stuff is expensive!”

“Oh, Bella, I’m so sorry, I thought you had that killer job at that fashion magazine. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable!” you say throwing your arms around her, “What happened?”

“I was the last to be hired and the first to be laid off. Paper magazines… just aren’t as in demand as they used to be. A lot of places are downsizing. I’ve enrolled part-time in school to get some new technical training to add to my degree…for now, I’m doing some freelance work here and there, but you know London…things are tight, wait, you don’t think I’m asking for money do you?” she says with bulging eyes.

“Oh my god, NO, Bella, you are the hardest working person I know. I mean you always put us all to shame in Uni and, I guess, I’m just shocked that you haven’t been snatched up and put on someone’s very friendly pay roll. You are so good! How about this, you let me take care of Anne’s lingerie tab and… WAIT!” you scream jumping up and down and grabbing her shoulders.

“I really, really need someone to help me with the podcast that stays in London? Jesus, Bella, would you consider coming to work for me!? I swear, I would make it worth your while, you could stay in school, come see me when I need you, run errands for me, help out with the new website, do interviews with clients…oh, please, say yes! Just say yes!” you plead.

“Did that just happen? Did you just beg me to come to work for you?” she says with glassy eyes.

“YES, YES, that did just happen, please say you will, it would be perfect!”

“Ok, I know I should think about it, but…what the fuck, when in Italy, do as the Italians, YES!” she says giddily clapping her hands.

You throw your arms around and her and you are both jumping up and down. “This is going to be so great, I swear, I’ll send over the details and we can meet up to go over your duties…are you sure you wanna do this? What about that guy you were seeing?” you inquire.

“Oh, I’ve only seen him a couple of times, but I really like him, in fact,” she blushes, “you know who he is.”

Just as you are about to ask who, Milena comes in with her equipment and bellows, “Hey beautiful love of Harry’s life, you ready for some ink?”

You turn to her, “What…now?” you gesture to the breakfast bar, “Here?”

Milena laughs and says, “good thing you’re cute.”

You blush.

“There’s a massage table in here I can use so let’s get going. I’ve got to pierce Elin’s nose first.”

“Wait…I’d love a nose piercing.”

Milena smiles. “It’ll suit ya. C’mon and pick a stud out while I take care of Elin.”

You and Bella walk into the living room. “You want anything done? My treat?”

Bella smiles. “I might…I’ve always wanted my nose pierced.”

You hug her. “Let’s do it!”

Elin’s sitting on the table and Sarah is holding her hand as Milena slowly pierced the skin and attaches the stud. It was over remarkably fast. She dabs it with alcohol and says, “you’re done! Who’s next?”

You nudge Bella forward and you both pick out the studs you want.

“Hold my hand?” Bella asks you and you nod.

“It really didn’t hurt,” Elin says trying to put Bella at ease.

You watch the whole process transfixed. It’s both a blend of art and science you think to yourself. “Steady breaths, love,” Milena says and then pierced the skin and attaches the stud.

Bella opens her eyes in shock. “It really didn’t hurt!” She moves to touch it and Milena pushes her hand down.

“No touching it for a few weeks. I’ll give you instructions but it’s an easy one,” she says kissing both of Bella’s cheeks. “Alright, watermelon sugar you’re up!”

You blush. God…everyone here knows about his oral prowess. It was both embarrassing and exciting like most things with him.

“I’ll be on point for this one,” Anne says moving next to you and grabbing your hand. She reaches out her other hand to Gemma. “My girls,” she says, squeezing both of your hands.

She kisses your temple and then you watch as Milena goes through the same process. You close your eyes as you feel a stab and then the little gemstone stud is in and it’s done!

“Wow…that really didn’t hurt! Can I see it?”

Milena pulls up her mirror in front of you.

“I love it so much! Thank you!”

She smiles. “I was right. It suits you.”

“Thank you.”

“Anyone else need anything pierced? Two for one on nips,” she says laughing her intoxicating laugh.

Everyone shakes their heads.

“Ok, it’s tattoo time then. You’re getting your underboob done, right?”

You bite your lip and look at Anne and then nod.

She just smiles. “Ooohhh…that’s sexy. I know Harry’ll love that.”

“Ew ew ew,” says Gemma and you and Anne giggle.

“Top off and lay down on the table,” Milena instructs you. “I drew up a stencil earlier, does this work?”

You smile as you look at the stencil. It’s even better than you imagined. “It’s perfect.”

“Aces!”

You turn so you’re back is to the room and slide your PJ top off and place your arm across your breasts. “Will this work?”

Milena purses her lips. “You’ve got great tits, watermelon sugar. Yeah, that’ll do. Lay down for me and I’ll get the stencil on.”

You’re nervous but excited and you unconsciously finger your initials necklace, hoping this doesn’t hurt too bad but also knowing that it’s worth the pain.

You gasp as Milena applies the balm and then the stencil. She pulls the mirror to you and says, “placement look good?”

You nod.

“Ok, gonna get set up and then we’ll get ya inked.”

“Ok. So Bella…tell me about this guy you’re saying.”

Gemma leans in, “oh yeah! You’ve been coy about him!”

Bella blushes. “He’s nice and very cute! We’ve only been out a few times…we’re taking it slow but I like him…a lot.”

“What’s his name?” You ask her as you watch Milena squeeze the black ink into a little cup.

“Gavin Dawson.”

You gasp out a laugh and start blushing furiously.

Gemma narrows her eyes at you. “What?! Oh god this is gonna be about Harry and sex isn't it? Just lemme ask this? Will it be worse than Mum and Darren at breakfast that time?”

Anne chokes on her sip of wine and sternly says, “Gemma!”

"Oh no.... you know you gotta tell that story!" says Milena snapping the black rubber gloves on her hands.

Anne blushes furiously. "I'm too old to kiss and tell...” she says walking over to top off her glass.

"Thank god...,” Gemma says rolling her eyes.

Milena, not about to let the subject drop blurts, "No way, Annie, we've seen Mr. Darren, he's a hottie... do tell!"

You look at Anne, with your hands covering your breasts and squint with a pouting lip and mouth, “Sorry.” Then you raise your head looking at Gemma and comment, "Seriously Gems… I know you've had sex at your Mum's house! Leave her alone..." the minute the comment leaves your mouth you know you’ve spilled secrets, so you slap your hand over your mouth popping out your right breast, to which you cover with your left hand inevitability popping out your left breast causing you to roll your eyes and mutter, “For fuck’s sake…,” and finally grab both of them attempting some form of modesty.

The ruckus is causing all the girls one by one to enter the room out of curiosity. Meanwhile, Gemma is giving you the evil-eye with crossed arms and a tapping foot. Finally she blurts, “You don’t want me tellin’ on what you and Harry do in Mum’s house.”

You blush even more and bite your lip. “Gemma!”

Gemma throws her hands up, “Wait I thought this was about Bella’s new guy Gavin! Isn’t he one of Harry’s part-time sound guys?”

“Yes,” you reply

“Yes,” Bella says at the same time.

Sarah pipes up and points to you, “Wait? How do you know him?”

“He taught her how to use the sound booth that Harry got her for the podcast,” Bella says absentmindedly while filling her plate with more food.

“How do you know about that?” you say looking over at her.

Bella blushes and raises one shoulder, “I…uh…I…I mean….like….,” she gulps, “didn’t you tell me about that?”

“Umm, noo, I did not,” you say looking at her eye to eye. “Please don’t tell me he told you about…?”

She immediately lowers her head and shifts from foot to foot, “Well, he might’ve mentioned something about a thumb drive ya’ll found in the booth on your first lesson…”

This time you cover your face with both hands, breasts spilling out everywhere, “Oh God, I could….just die… please tell me Bella, he didn’t tell you everything did he?”

“And on that note I think I'll go check in with Darren and turn in for the night,” Anne says kissing your cheeks and then Gemma’s before leaving the room and you all burst out in a fit of laughter.

“I’m even curious about this one…” Gemma says returning the conversation.

You move your hands back to your breasts to cover up. “I can’t believe he told you about that but…like Bella said Harry gifted me with a sound booth so I didn’t have to travel back and forth to London all the time…and he was teaching me how to record things…and uh…” you roll your eyes and giggle, “we might have recorded ourselves and accidentally left the thumb drive in the booth.”

Everyone giggles. “Gavin played it and I swear to god…” you say blushing and giggling. “Would’ve been hot if he hadn’t have heard it.”

Milena laughs and chews her gum loudly. “Kinky!”

You giggle. “And embarrassing.”

“I’m ready. You ready watermelon sugar?”

You huff out a breath. “Yes.”

“Just take slow breaths. You’ll be fine,” Milena says as she pulses the tattoo needle. She draws a line and then let’s up. “You doing ok?”

You nod. “It’s not too bad.”

“Ok,” she says as she starts up again. “So this is pretty serious…eh? A tat with his initials? What’s the bee all about?”

You close your eyes and wince. “Ummm…welll…that’s what he calls it when he goes down on me…when I’m wet…he calls it honey…oh god I can’t believe I told you that.”

Milena laughs. “Oh, he is a naughty boy.”

At this point everyone is listening in to your conversation.

“Well, the whole world knows he likes oral. Is he good at it and does he dirty talk as much as he does in his lyrics?”

You look over your shoulder and literally everyone is staring at you waiting for an answer, even Gemma though she’s pretending to be examining her manicure. Your eyes move back to Milena. “I…he’s so good at it…there are no words and…he’s fucking filthy,” you finish trying not to giggle.

The girls squeal and you try and to regulate your breathing.

“He certainly has moves on stage,” Bella says fanning her face while all the girls begin very smutty conversations about sex.

Milena pulls her hand back then leans down to your ear, “Is he a beast?”

You look her straight in the eyes and grin, “When I want him to be…”

She returns the grin with a wink, “See I…I knew you were like that…saw it when we were in Prague. He’s a lucky man.”

“Oh, Mil, I think we’re kinda lucky to have each other,” you stop close your eyes and bite your bottom lip, “for every boundary he pushes in the bedroom, he returns with just as many gentle touches and kisses…usually, it’s me that loses my mind with him. He likes to keep me on edge…,” your eyes pop open when you realize the room is absolutely quiet. Looking around you see all the girls have stopped talking and are staring and listening to you ramble on dreamily. Gemma on the other hand is flipping through Milena’s tattoo look book and munching on a lemon macaron. You look over to Milena who is just standing there with the tattoo gun, popping her gum and smiling at you.

“Uhh… so…Sarah…,” you search to change the subject, “tell us about Mitch, is he as shy as he seems?”

“Well, let’s just say I have a child and it didn’t happen without lots of practice. He’s the blanket to my pillowperson.” She says subconsciously drumming her hands on the countertop.

The room returns to conversation and Milena begins the final work on your tat.

“Wow…that’s the sweetest thing. It’s so amazing how Mitch just fell into Harry’s life and then that’s how you met…you have such a cool story,” you tell Sarah.

“I can’t think about it too much or my head’ll explode,” Sarah says giggling.

Milena puts the final flourishes on your tattoo and then pulls back, wiping your skin and grabbing her mirror. “Think I’m all done watermelon sugar. Let’s have a look.”

You sit up and hold the mirror up to your breast and your eyes tear up. “I…I love it, oh my god, I love it so much.”

Milena smiles and pops her gum. “I’m glad. Lay back down and I’ll patch you up.”

You lay back down and watch as she cuts out a piece of something filmy and then pulls the backing off.

“This is called Saniderm. It’s a protective film for your tattoo. Once this starts to peel at the edges in about 4-5 days you can take it off and the tattoo is completely healed. You can get it wet and everything. It’s magic.”

“Wow,” you say as she places the film on your skin and presses out the air bubbles.

“You’re all set watermelon sugar.”

“Thank you, Mil. I wouldn’t have wanted anyone else to do this for me.”

“You’re welcome,” she says, hugging you.

You wrap your arms around her and then realize you don’t have any clothes on your upper body. You giggle and pull back and Bella hands you your PJ top and you slip it on.

“Who’s next?” Milena asks snapping her glove.

“I’m starving!” You exclaim going to the buffet tables and fixing a plate.

You’re all sitting around and talking and you realize it was kind of nice to be able to talk to someone about Harry. There’s so few people you can trust when it comes to your relationship. You hadn’t realized how much you’d missed being able to talk about him to anyone. Deciding to send him a quick message to thank him for the candy and flowers you go looking for your phone. You find it in your bedroom only to find a message from him waiting for you.

Harry: how’s my Jezebel? did you ladies get my gifts?

You: Hey handsome freak, yes, we did. Thank you very much. I have personally enjoyed two truffles, yum.

Harry: there you are! having fun? miss you.

You: Yes, we are having fun just being girls. I have some surprises for you! Miss you more…

Harry: i love your surprises. call me before you sleep? hate sleeping without you. i love you.

You: Hate sleeping without you too, I will call. I love you so much.

On a whim you decide to take a closeup photo of just your hand barely tucked into the waistband of your pajama pants to attach to your next message.

You: I’ll be thinking of you…

Harry: my naughty girl. be good.

You smile thinking about him when another message comes in from Hayley to let you know that everyone has officially ordered their lingerie and that you had a $500 gift card to spend on anything you wanted from her store from Anne. Tears pooled in your eyes at the gesture. How’d you get so lucky is all you can wonder. Feeling a little chilly you walk over to the dresser to grab a pair of socks and opt to reach for a pair of Harry’s. You slip them on and go in search of everyone else.

They’ve all made their way out to the deck where candles are lit and the wine bottles are empty. If you’d thought about it, you would’ve had Cal leave the nice lounge chairs and chaises out so you could all lay out under the stars for a bit. It was; however, a little chilly so you doubted the girls would stay out long, so perhaps it was good that he had pulled it all into the pool house for the night. Opening the French doors, you padded out in your socks to join them for some midnight girl talk.

“We thought you left us,” Elin said as you sat next to her.

You smile and shake your head. “No, just needed some socks,” you say wiggling your feet at her.

You’re all just talking to each other and enjoying the night air but it’s getting colder and you start shivering.

“I’ll going in guys. Too cold for me. I think I’m gonna turn in,” you tell them.

You see yawns all around and a chorus of me too’s.

Everyone hugs you goodnight and you thank all of them for coming and for the wonderful time. You pad into your room and call Harry.

“Hey Jezebel. Is everyone finally in bed?”

“Hey baby. Yes, we’ve turned in. I miss you.”

“I’m coming over. Meet me at the back door.”

“What? Harry you can’t come here!”

“I can an’ I am. Meet me at tha back door. Don’ make me come up an’ get ya.”

You huff out a sigh. “Ok.”

“On my way. See ya soon.”

You giggle and quietly make your way downstairs and to the back door. You just unlock the door when you see him smiling at you. You bite your lip and pull the sliding door back and then close it quietly.

He pulls you to him and kisses you. “Missed ya. Couldn’t go ta sleep withou’ gettin’ ma goodnight kiss.”

You wrap your arms around his neck. “Mmmm…missed you so much. God, you smell so good,” you tell him as you peck his lips again.

His thumb is on your cheek and rubbing back and forth and then something catches the light. “Wait…wha’ is tha’?”

You smile. “What?”

He pulls you under the light. “Ya got ya nose pierced?”

“Maybe.”

“Tha’ one of ma surprises?”

You bat your lashes. “Maybe.”

“Lots of maybes outta ya.”

“Kiss me. I missed you.”

He pulls you to him and slants his mouth over yours and you sigh and then his tongue darts out to tangle with yours.

He moves and pushes you back against the wall of the house, hand moving to your neck and then down your throat to your breasts, fingers deftly unbuttoning your PJ top and slipping his hand under the material and cupping your breast.

“Mmmm…Harry,” you say as his thumb circles your nipple and pinches it hard.

“Wan’ ya so much, babe,” he says in between kisses. Sliding his hand back and forth on your tummy and he slips it down to cup your pussy, “D’ya put ya hand down here?”

“Harry, we have guests…ohhh, goooddd, right there,” you say raising to your tip toes as he runs his middle finger up and down your cloth covered slit.

“D’ya touch?”

You whisper, “No, I didn’t touch, did you?”

He pulls back and grins against your lips, “Did I what, angel?”

You lick his lips seductively then kiss along his jaw to his ear, “Harry, did you think about me and touch this cock?” you say running your hand down the front of his shorts.

He turns his head to return whisper, “Jesus, after ya message, wan’ed to, couldn’t stop thinkin’ abou’ ya over here in our bed wi’ ya hands down ya pants an’ me less than 500 feet away…torture.” He pushes his hips into yours, “’M so hard, babe.”

You look up slightly at the window just above you, “Shhh, Harry, your Mum is here! We can’t do this…”

“Fo’ fuck’s sake, babe, need ya, need ta make ya cum, please…” he whispers against your neck.

You roll your head back and to the side so he can get a better angle on your sweet spot because, truthfully, you’re just as needy for him too.

He stops abruptly and looks around…“Pool house. Now,” he says, pulling you to him.

“Harry, I can’t see wher…” you begin before he bends down and tosses you over his shoulder causing a loud, “Ummph” to come from your throat.

“Har…” you start to shout but think twice about it.

“I can see fine, hold on,” he commands before making his way to the pool house and rolling the barn style door open. It’s warm, smells of saltwater and lightly lit by four large skylights in the rooftop. He plops you down on a cushioned round king size chaise bed-lounge causing you to giggle.

“What if we get caught?”

“S’our fuckin’ villa, who’s gonna catch us?”

You go still just panting and staring at him as he stands in front of you.

“Wha’? Ya ok?” he asks with furrowed brows of concern.

“You said ‘ours’” you say softly.

“Baby, what’s mine is yours now too, understand?” You nod your head and he smiles at you, leans forward and grabs your cheeks. “I love ya an’ I really wanna make ya cum in our pool house right now, tha’ be alrigh’?”

You answer by scooting back on the lounge.

He bends down and pulls your pajama bottoms down and off. “Ya wearin’ ma socks?”

“Yeah, feet were cold.”

“S’fuckin’ sexy when ya wear ma thin’s,” he mutters smiling as he holds your foot up to his chest and kisses up your leg to the inside of your knee.

Your body breaks out in goosebumps as he places your bent leg, foot flat on the cushion and does the same to the other. He stands back and just stares for a second at you laying there in your half-unbuttoned pajama shirt, panties and socks, legs bent and spread for him. He captures your eyes as he bends down and grabs the waist band of your panties and pulls them off. He wads them up and stuffs them in the pocket of his shorts.

“Stealin’ my panties again, Styles.”

“Hey, what’s yours is mine now too,” he says with a wink. “Touch ya clit fo’ me, yeah?”

You slide your hand down to your clit and circle it softly. He lays down on his tummy between your legs and runs his arms under your thighs. You stop as he settles in. “Don’ stop, love. Wan ya ta cum on my tongue, wanna taste ma honey.” He places a hand on top of yours and runs his thumb back and forth over the top as you continue to circle your swollen nerves. Eyes on yours, he leans forward and places a sweet kiss over your working middle finger. You moan at the sensation. “So good, swee’heart…love ta watch ya touchin’…can I ‘ave a taste?” he asks as you look down your body into his eyes.

“Yes,” you whimper.

He kisses your middle finger again and then places a kiss on each lip and finally uses a soft tongue to lick a stripe up your slit ending with another kiss to your finger. He does it again, so soft and tender.

“Haahhh…Mmmm, Harry,” you whimper as he takes his time.

He threads his fingers with yours to stop you and pulls your hand to your tummy, “My turn now,” he mumbles against your skin.

With his other hand, he uses his forefinger and middle finger to open your lips so he can lick your clit. He licks and licks and finally attaches his mouth and sucks lightly. He runs his fingers down to your hole and circles his fingers at the entrance around and around before pushing in to his first knuckle.

“S’wet, love…all this fo’ me?”

“Yeeessss, Harry, I’m so wet for you…” you slur.

“I’m gonna find my spot now, ya tell me when I do, yeah?”

You nod and he smiles at you.

He pushes his fingers in a little further and twists to palm up and does a come hither motion with those fingers.

“RIGHT THERE!” You call out a little louder than you should.

He chuckles at it and just keeps going, “Yeah? Tha’ our spot, s’it righ’ here?” he asks going at it a little more intently.

“Yes, Harry, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum….Can’t hold it…,” you chant.

“Do it, babe, cum fo’ me, please cum hard on ma fingers an’ lemme taste ya sweetness, don’ hold back babe, give it ta me hard,” he says through gritted teeth while he ruts into the cushion.

You can’t answer him as your thighs start shaking and you cum as his fingers continue to move against your spot. You throw your head back as your back arches, your fingers tug his hair and you cum hard around his fingers, his tongue licking your clit as your legs try and close around his head.

You’re panting as you open your eyes and look down your body at him. You untangle your fingers from his curls and watch as he looks up at you with lust blown eyes, the bottom half of his face wet with your honey, lips pink and swollen. He crawls back up your body and you watch as he sucks his fingers into his mouth and then as his fingers undo the last two buttons of your top, pushing it off of your shoulders. He moves off of the lounger to strip his clothes off. Finally naked, he’s sitting on his knees in front of you, his hands sliding slowly up your legs, thighs, to your tummy and stopping to cup your breasts, thumbs rubbing back and forth over your nipples. He moves his hands and then his thumbs run along the underside of your boob and you gasp at the feeling of his guitar calloused thumbs on your sensitive skin. You can tell the exact moment he finds your second surprise. He cocks his head as his thumb runs over the filmy cover of your brand new tattoo and you bite your lip as he looks quizzically at you. He lifts your breasts and that’s when you see him look down at your tattoo and gulp.

“Fuck…Didya…ya got a tattoo?”

You nod.

He fumbles on the floor and grabs his phone and turns the flashlight on and his mouth drops open. He looks up to meet your eyes. “My initials? An’ this bee…fucks sake.”

“Do you like it?”

He hovers over you and presses his pelvis to yours and you gasp when you feel how hard he is.

“Feel tha’?”

“Yes.”

“Fuck yeah…I fuckin’ love it. Was already hard befo’ an’ missin’ ya bu’ fucks sake,” he says, closing his eyes trying to gain control of his body. He pulls back to look again, his fingers reverently moving along your skin. “Can’ believe it. It’s s’sexy.”

“I’m yours and I wanted you to know it,” you tell him as he meets your gaze again.

“Gonna make ya cum again an’ again so you’ll know ya belong ta me,” he says as he moves your arms back to hold on to the arm of the chair. “Ya gonna need ta hold on fo’ this, Jezebel,” he says, voice raspy and like smooth honey. The voice he uses when he’s turned on and about to ruin you.

Your body is quivering and you feel the goosebumps break out on your skin.

He moves back down and pushes your legs up and open, hands on your ankles and suctions his mouth to your clit.

“Ahhhh! Mmmmm…Harry, fuck!” You cry out and he sucks harder, his tongue moving over your clit quickly causing you to gasp and your breath to catch in your throat.

Your hands grip the lounger hard and your eyes roll back in your head as you feel your orgasm right there and then he pops off.

Your back falls down to the cushion and you huff out a breath as he moves up your body to give you a taste of yourself on his lips. He kisses down your throat and stops to suck your nipple in his mouth, teeth nibbling them just like you like. He pulls back and takes your left leg and lifts it up over his shoulder, kissing your ankle. “Don’ move those arms,” he says as he moves to hover over you, pulling your other leg to wrap around his waist as he guides himself to your entrance. “Love ya s’much. Gonna show ya how much righ’ now.”

He slides his cock up through your slit, taking a moment to rub his sensitive head over your clit. “Feels good, righ’?” he asks eyes looking at you.

“Hmmm, yeah… feels really good.” You say softly swirling your hips just a little to increase the sensation. “I want….”

“This wha’ ya wan’?” he says just as he pushes in all the way maintaining eye-contact reading your every expression.

“Ahhh…hahhh...ahhh,” you pant before letting out a long, slow breath and biting your bottom lip with a smile.

Smiling back, he looks down where you’re connected and then wraps his arms around your thighs and pulls you to him just to get himself that much deeper inside.

“Ya good?” He asks turning his head to kiss your ankle again.

You roll your head to one side and put your chin on your shoulder, “Yeah,” you answer nodding on another long exhale.

He pulls back and snaps back in quickly, bumping you forward causing you to stiffen your arms to steady you both. He’s holding your leg up to his body and looking down where you’re connected, “Fuck, babe, so fuckin’ hot,” he pulls out and snaps back in again, “marked this beautiful body wi’ ma name, ‘cause ya know ya mine don’ ya?”

You nod panting as he picks up a slow, but deep pace of pulling out and thrusting back in deep.

“Words, please.”

“Yes, I know I’m yours, Harry,” you cry out as your tits bounce up and down and you tighten the leg wrapped around his waist.

He stops and holds still, “No, don’t stop!” you sob.

He reaches down to feel what he sees, touching his shaft as it’s held deep in your wet channel. He runs the wetness on his thumb up to your clit and circles it. “This cunt’s mine, squeezin’ me s’tight…love the way tha’ feels…”

“Harry! Please…I wanna cum, please…” you grip the lounger so tight your knuckles turn white.

He falls forward, hand on either side of your ribs, your leg still up on his shoulder. He leans his head down and bites your nipple pulling it slightly before letting it bounce back into place. At the same time, he’s pulled out and pounded back in, then grinding his pelvis into yours.

“Ow! Mmmm…” the slight pain and intense pleasure that comes immediately after an indescribable sensation. “Do it again!” you plead raising your head to watch as he does it. This time he keeps his eyes on yours the entire time.

“Fuck, baby, y’so wet… gonna cum fo’ me, hmm?” he says thrusting in and out, “I’m s’close, love, an’ ya feel… s’good… can’t play anymore, I need ta fuck ya…need ya ta cum on ma cock.”

“Yes! Keep going…like that…don’t…oh! I’m…I…I…I’m cummmming!,” you say tempering your loud voice to a hollow shout.

“Miiiiinnnneee!!!” he groans loudly as he stiffens pushing in deep.

You can feel his cock twitching and his cum flooding your body. It’s the most intimate feeling, to hear his groan and feel his body filling you up.

He pulls your leg off his shoulder and collapses on your body his shoulder hitting your breast at just the wrong place.

“Ow-ow-ow…” you cry out pushing on him to slide down off your freshly tattooed, tender skin.

“Oh shit, baby, I’m sorry…lemme see it,” he says lifting up and and breathing heavily.

You pull your breast up so he can see it in the dim moonlight. He places his hand over yours and leans up to place a tender kiss to it.

“Pretty,” he says with a smirk.

“Oh, you’re so gonna be cocky about this aren’t ya?” you tease running your hand through the hair on his forehead.

He just nods his head exaggeratedly with a big smirk and a deep dimple.

You giggle at his boyish charm.

“Milena do tha’ work?”

“Yes,” still running your hand through his ever growing locks.

“Where do ya wan’ me ta get the bee done on me?” he asks chin propped on his hand on your tummy.

“Wait, you wanna get a bee too?”

“Course I do, wan’ ya mark on me too.”

“Well, I guess I’d rather it be someplace private, away from any other eyes, ya know? I mean, I share your body with so many people, I’d like to have that be for my eyes only. Would that be ok?”

“Love tha’ idea. How abou’ here?” he says rolling to one side to touch a place about two inches below his right hip bone.

“I think that’s perfect,” you say yawning.

“Ya tired, love?” he asks unable to stop yawning himself.

“Yeah, ya wore me out,” you say closing your eyes and shifting your head to one side. “Harry?”

“Yeah, babe?” he replies rubbing his thumb back and forth on your hip bone.

“I’m in love with you,” you say as if it were the first time.

“Tha’s good, ‘cause I’m in love with you,” he says turning his head to kiss your tummy then turning back to rest it with his eyes closed.

*** 6 a.m. the next morning ***

Milena sashays out to the pool in the early morning light anxious to get a morning swim in. She loves tattooing but it’s hell on the joints. She jumps into the pool and is soundlessly enveloped by the water. She swims laps up and down the pool until she can feel her joints relax in the way that only swimming lets them before gracefully emerging from the pool and twisting her hair, wringing it out as best she can. It’s so nice out here, she thinks. Wasn’t there a huge chaise lounge out here yesterday, she thinks and wonders if they’ve been stowed away for the night. She walks to the pool house and slowly slides open the barn door and smiles a soft smile.

You’re laying flat on your back, head tilted to the side, one hand at your side and the other buried in Harry’s dark curls. He’s laying on top of you, head just underneath your bare breasts, hands gripping your sides even in his sleep.

“Who’s there?” Harry mumbles as the light from the open door wakes him.

“Just me, but I’m leaving,” Milena says attempting to slide the door shut.

“No wait,” he says lifting himself up slightly. He looks up toward your face to see if you’re awake, then places a gentle kiss to your tummy.

“Put some clothes on Styles,” Milena says throwing his shorts toward his naked bum and turning away.

“Don’ hear tha’ very often,” he says rolling to the side, then sitting up to step into his shorts.

You stir stretching your torso, “Harry?” you flutter your eyes trying to wake up and decipher where you are.

Milena glances over her shoulder.

“Mil, stop staring at my girl’s tits,” Harry says crawling over you to give you a kiss.

Milena turns around, hand on her hip, “Oh Harry, you amuse me, I’ve seen them up close and personal.”

Harry smirks, “She does have great tits,” to which you both nod your heads then break into a chuckle. Turning his attention back to you.

“Oh my god, I think we feel asleep…” you mutter sleepily.

“Yeah, baby, hold on, I’ll get ya dressed,” he pats around looking for your pajama top.

“To the left…” Milena says cheekily trying to help out.

You nearly butt his head sitting up when the other voice in the room registers. “Shit!” you say covering your breasts with both hands.

“Easy, love, it’s Mil…”

With Harry’s help you manage to thread your arms in the top and pull it down to your thighs.

“Did you want something?” Milena asks.

“Yeah. Ya ‘ave a minute ta do some work fo’ me?”

“What do you want?” she replies.

Harry looks at you as you rub the sleep from your eyes, “I want the bee on my hip. Think ya can do it real quick?”

“Sure, just come on up to the house, I’m all se…”

“No, can ya do it,” he looks around, “out here? Don’ wan’ anyone around.”

“I mean…if there’s electricity out here…I guess…yeah, I can,” she says looking up and down taking in the surroundings.

“Harry, don’t you wanna go in…?” you ask buttoning up your shirt.

“No, fo’ your eyes only, righ’? Jus’,” he looks around and waves his hand, “let’s do it out here.”

You smile, raise your eyebrows sucking in your bottom lip, cock your head to the side, “Ok…yeah…”

“Ok!” Milena says clapping her hands together and rubbing them. “Lemme go get the kit!”

“Hey, keep it quiet, ‘f ya can…this is jus’ between us,” he says waving his finger in a circle.

“No problem,” she says turning to go through the doorway.

“Harry are you sure you wanna do this?”

“Was my idea, Jezebel, ‘m so sure, how abou’ you? Ya wanna share ink wi’ me?” he asks crawling up the lounger toward your crossed legs. He’s on hands and knees over your legs, searching your face seriously. You get the feeling he’s talking about more than a tattoo.

Pushing his hair from his eyes then cupping his scruffy cheeks, “Yeah, I wanna share ink with you…and so much more….”

He grins proudly then slants his head and moves in for a smacking kiss, then changes expression indicating he needs a deeper kiss. He opens his mouth to take in your lips, breathing in your breath, pushing his body forward, forcing you to lean back and open your mouth wider to take in more of his tongue, his taste.

“Mmmm,” you moan threading your fingers in his hair.

“Love ya s’much,” he says against your lips, “Know tha’? Love. Ya. So fuckin’ much. Can nev’r tell ya ‘nough…don’ forget it…you’re mine, I’m yours, I…”

“Uh-hum, sorry to break this moment up kids, but the ladies and gents are starting to rouse, so if you wanna keep this private we gotta get started,” Milena says walking in to set up at a small table.

Locating the outlet and moving the table close by, Harry turns over onto his back stretching out and resting his head in your crisscrossed legs. He has one hand on your ankle and the other pushes his shorts down to reveal the place he wants the ink.

You can’t help the giggle that sneaks out when you see your lacy panties half hanging out of his pocket.

Milena lifts one eyebrow in amusement toward you when she spots the scrap, and you just shrug one shoulder and wiggle your eyebrows.

“You trust me to free-hand this Harold, ‘cuz I can’t exactly do a stencil out here? Won’t be hard, ‘s pretty easy.”

“Go on, trust ya,” he responds still looking up at your face with a smile.

Milena draws the bee and shows you both, then dons her rubber gloves to prepare to do the work.

Harry winces a couple of times during the process, but you soothe him by leaning down to kiss his eyelids and the tip of his nose. You have so much you wanna say to him, but it’s just not meant to be heard by anyone else, so you bide your time, holding on to words to be shared later.

It doesn’t take but a few minutes to finish the job. “Ok lovebirds, you’re all inked up…Whatcha think?” Milena says gathering up her instruments and tossing the trash in the bin. You both look down and smile, happy to see your bee on his hip. Mil did a great job, she’s incredibly talented.

“S’great, ya did good,” Harry comments as you smooth your fingers over his hip.

“I love it,” you say at the same time.

“Awesome!” she says while gathering her tools and putting them back in her kit.

Harry sits up to lean against the back of the lounger threading his fingers in yours, “Get ya some cash as soon as I get back ta ma wallet.”

“Nah…don’t worry about it…just…make sure I get an invitation when y’all make this official, yeah?”

You bite your bottom lip and blush furiously.

“You’ll be first on the list,” Harry says without missing a beat. He looks over to you, squeezes your fingers pulling your hand up to kiss it. “First on the list.”

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The WC stars have to cope without their families: "It's going to be tough"

WELLINGTON. The last championships have been a blue-yellow folk festival.

Now both supporters and family are missing, an extra challenge for the mothers in the national team.

- I have to be able to talk to them every day, of course, says Lina Hurtig

The Swedish national team striker shakes her head when she thinks about what lies ahead. Several weeks without the family on the other side of the world.

- It's a bit of both. It's of course very sad not to be able to meet them in... It will be over a month. At the same time as I get so stressed when they are out flying and flying. Somehow it still feels good that they will be here, so it's a bit of both, says Hurtig.

Thursday was the first time that the entire Swedish national team trained together. Last of all, on Wednesday evening, the mothers of the national team landed: Lina Hurtig , Jennifer Falk and Elin Rubensson .

- It will be tough, I have never been away from home for so long, says Elin Rubensson.

The midfielder is used to having his family there. So is Hurtig. During the EC last year, wife Lisa and daughter Lo were there, but the fact that they would travel to New Zealand was not an issue.

- It is too far. Plus Lo is in a phase which also contributes to the fact that my wife absolutely does not want to go out and travel with her right now.

However, there will be a lot of FaceTime. When it fits purely in terms of time given that there is a ten hour difference. Something that Hurtig hadn't really thought about.

- When will I be able to call home? I'll have to figure that out. I really need to check that out.

- So much. They give me strength, absolutely.

Both during the World Cup in France and the European Championship in England, there have been many Swedish supporters on site and the Swedish players have had loved ones there.

- We really have had incredible support and it's so much fun when you talk to dad or family who are there and they tell you how they experience it. They think it's crazy fun to go to matches because there are so many fans and supporters.

"Too expensive"

That will not be the case this time.

- No, it was too expensive and too far and we play at different venues in different cities so they can stay at home. Unfortunately, says Nathalie Björn and continues:

- Of course it's boring without supporters, but I know we're damn good at supporting from home so it's going to be great.

But there are exceptions. As for Hanna Bennison whose mother, father and partner will travel down. A trip that has been planned for quite some time.

- Then they didn't know if they were going to join or not, but they have been prepared for a while.

They booked rebookable tickets then?

- Yes, they did, haha.

#this was a sad read #swewnt #swewnt article

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That projectile titty rocket flew so my agender ass could walk 💞

#artists on tumblr #queer art #trans art #transgender #trans comic #idk how to tag this #mazinger z #I accidentally flattened all the layers of this comic so don't tell me if i made a typo or something #or i'll cry #eline talks (too much)#comic #2024 works #digital art #personal art

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#it’s gonna be may #but it’s may #gif #nsync #justin timberlake #this is such a dumb post #it’s gonna be me #eline talks (too much)

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Chapter 59 - An audacious plan

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At Arendelle Castle, it was already time for dinner, but no one in Anna's study was thinking about it in the current circumstances.

Anna was actually in good shape and usually nothing scared her so much that she fainted. But this letter had simply been too much for her. The deep fear that Elsa and she might soon die if she agreed to these demands, did not let her think clearly anymore and had simply overwhelmed her.

Therefore, Anna was unaware of the following events when Dr. Magnus and his assistant examined her shortly afterward and finally had her taken to her bedroom. He ordered strict bed rest and forbade anyone to bother her with anything that might even remotely upset her. Kristoff did not leave her side and anxiously held her hand as he sat beside her at the bedside.

Elsa had come along, standing next to Kristoff and looking sympathetically at her sister as she lay there with her eyes closed. Kristoff had his head down and a tear was running down his cheek. Elsa shook her head very slowly, not really noticing, put a hand on Kristoff's shoulder and rubbed it gently.

“Please take good care of her, Kristoff, she'll bounce back from this, believe me. Anna is strong, she can handle it.”

Kristoff nodded, but said nothing, nor did he look up at her. Instead, he now looked at his fiancée and finally stroked her cheek tenderly.

“I'm going back to her study, there are important things to get rolling now. When she wakes up, stay with her, but please don't talk about the letter or anything related to that matter, will you?”

Kristoff nodded silently.

“As soon as Kai or the doctor shows up and she's awake, send one of them to me.”

Elsa squeezed his shoulder again and then left Anna's bedroom. As she slowly walked to the study, thousands of thoughts and possible scenarios of future events flashed through her mind. She could hardly contain her anger, but still tried to keep a clear mind. She was the queen's lady and now she had to take all the urgent steps in place of her sister. It was hard for her to concentrate, but she already knew exactly what she would do first.

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The Northuldra in the castle were all sitting together at dinner. Ryder had introduced Indu to them and had even ordered extra Renkok in the kitchen for him beforehand. After initial distrust of him, everyone finally greeted him somewhat hesitantly. If even Ryder could trust him, then so could they. But still, what his people had done ultimately rubbed off on him as well. Ryder therefore sat with him a little apart from the others. It probably just needed a little more time; he thought. Indu, at any rate, did not seem offended and, without many words, showed understanding for the Northuldra's behavior toward him.

Everyone at the table was pleased that Ryder had chosen tonight's dinner for them and that the kitchen seemed to have no problem with it. Everyone enjoyed their Renkok, Indu in particular was very taken with the authenticity of their traditional dish, something he would not have expected here in Arendelle.

At one point, everyone wondered why Anna, Elsa, and Kristoff didn't show up today. Mattias, Halima and Elin wanted to check on things at home and eat there before returning in the evening. Even Kai pretended to know nothing as he cleared the table later with a couple of servants.

“I'm going to go check now,” Yelana said, “I'm sure there's a good reason for this.”

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Elsa sat back in the comfortable chair at Anna's desk, had put the index fingers of her hands to her lips broodingly, and stared at the letter in front of her for minutes. Then she straightened up, picked it up, and read through it again.

September 1847

To the Royal House of Arendelle, currently led by Queen Anna, and to the usurper Elsa, her sister and illegitimate Fifth Spirit.

When we first met at the palace, I was frank with both of you: I am the rightful heir to the throne of Arendelle. And yet I was ignored, humiliated, and even sent to the dungeon by your sister's order. This behavior is not strange to me nor to any of my predecessors since your father, Agnarr, abolished the rights of my houses right in the Royal Council and destroyed our prestige. These events at our first meeting led me to take drastic measures in such an affair.

This is an ultimatum.

Within two days of receiving this letter, both of you must go to the Enchanted Forest to settle once and for all, by force of arms, which of our Houses is the rightful ruler of the Kingdom of Arendelle, as well as who is the rightful Fifth Spirit of Ahtohallan. However, if you want to avoid such an unpleasant scenario, these are our straightforward demands to reach a peaceful agreement.

I. The abdication of your birthright and title as Queen of Arendelle. II. the restitution of my family's wealth and rights in the kingdom. III. the surrender of all your armies, including the Royal Guard regiments. IV. The dissolution of the current Royal Council. Every one of them, the close allies of your house and other traitorous counselors who allowed Agnarr's outrages against my father, Harold Kaskader. V. A public statement acknowledging your father's crimes against my House, and thus a public apology from you of which all citizens of Arendelle can learn. VI. the renegade Northuldra who are currently in the Royal Castle: Myrtha, Linnea and especially Halvard's descendants Ryder and Honeymaren Nattura are to be extradited to us in the Enchanted Forest within the deadline. VII. no Arendellians may enter the territory of the Northuldra anymore, neither by land nor by sea. VIII. Pay homage and rightfully declare Kolgrimr as the rightful Fifth Spirit. IX. The extradition of the unlawful Fifth Spirit. Kolgrimr wishes you, Anna, to hand over to him this impostor in fetters and chains.

If Your "Majesty" agrees to the first three points of my demands, I will make a public statement throughout the kingdom, starting with the newspaper where my close associate Wael worked, "Village Crown".

If the Queen and her sister do not meet these demands by the deadline or do not show up on the battlefield, more settlements will be raided and burned down. The bloodshed will continue until the royal family has fully complied with this ultimatum. This document was written by order and written down by the bearer. The last events should sufficiently prove the seriousness of these demands.

Prince Thord of the House of Kaskader.

After all the previous events in the castle courtyard and the fact that these strangers had tried to kill Wael, then his later behavior and what Kristoff had finally implied, Elsa drew her conclusions. It was undoubtedly the former reporter's writing, she recognized it by some characteristics, but Wael could not have made it up himself. Everything indicated that he was either forced to do it, or allowed himself to be persuaded.

And another strange thing pointed to it. The stationery showed the crocus of Arendelle at the top of the page and the paper itself also had a similar watermark incorporated. This was something that only a print shop with official permission could do, and the only one was here in the capital. Still, Elsa had never seen it before, not even on her father's desk when she was young and he was teaching her the trade of an heiress to the throne. Today, the royal family used a completely different letter paper that had changed with the times and was much more colorful and detailed.

Elsa got up and went out into the hallway. She sent for Kai. A few minutes later there was a knock and he entered. After his short bow, she asked him to sit across from her. Then she showed him the document and seconds later he lowered it, stunned, and stared at her with his mouth open, speechless, something he would never normally do.

“Kai, you've been working here at the castle for decades, and as a close confidant of the royal family, you've witnessed many a thing here; when my parents were still alive and ruling. Have you ever come across this stationery?”

“Um ... I'm not sure who exactly used it back then, but I think it was only allowed to certain council members, back in the days of former King Runeard, Your grandfather. I would have to check the archives.”

“Then please do so, Kai, as soon as possible. This is a priority! Oh, and please bring Captain Einar here for me as well, I need to speak to him urgently.”

Kai rose and bowed, saying, “Very well, Your Highness.” then he left the study and Elsa began drafting a very special document. It would still have to be made official and signed by Anna, but Elsa was one hundred percent sure that her sister would agree and she could already begin this critical step.

As she finished, there was a knock and Captain Einar entered.

“Your Highness, you sent for me?”

“Yes, Einar, please sit down. I have something to show you that Mr. Wael Kristoff handed over for us and ...” At that moment there was another knock and Elsa had to say 'Come in' when the door did not open immediately.

It was Yelana who paused for a moment when she noticed the captain, still holding the door open behind her.

“Ah, Yelana, good that you' re here. I would have spoken with you soon as well. Please pull up a chair and join us,” Elsa said, pointing to one of the two chairs that stood against the wall.

“Thank you, Your Highness, I am only here because we were alone at dinner today and were actually expecting you, Queen Anna and Kristoff.”

Elsa nodded while Yelana closed the door, moved the chair to the table and took a seat. Then Elsa told what had happened and why they could not be there. Her two guests were dismayed and now all the more curious, which is why she first handed the ultimatum to Einar, who, after reviewing it, passed it to Yelana. The latter looked at Elsa with the document in her hand, seeking help, and Elsa grabbed her forehead in embarrassment as she realized. She came over to Yelana and slowly read it to her. Then she took the ultimatum back and sat down in Anna's chair. The looks on their faces spoke volumes as she looked at them.

“Time is running out and Kolgrimr is now getting serious ... along with his new ally, the supposed Prince Thord. Einar, how long will it take to assemble the army, including supplies and weapons and everything?”

“Um ... I'm not quite sure, I think two full days. We have to gather every available military-ready man here at the castle first. That will take some time.”

“Then start that and send out the dispatch riders. Anna's emergency letter should have reached everywhere in the kingdom by now. Also, please tell Captain Holmstein and the other Navy admirals to have their ships ready for combat operation; this is an emergency. Next, I would like to speak to Wael here. Bring him to me under guard. Finally, send a message to Mattias for bringing all the high-ranked military officers, including you as well, for a planning session. We need to determine the next steps and we have little time for that. I hope Anna will be back on her feet and responsive by then. It has taken a lot out of her.”

Einar nodded, lost in thought, “Are we going to meet all these demands? I mean, making the whole thing public could cause an uproar in the city and beyond.”

“I've wondered the same thing, Einar, and I've already been told of an increasingly negative attitude among the citizens, but ultimately it's the Queen's decision. I guess we'll have to wait and see.”

“Very well, Your Highness, I'll send for Wael now and take care of the rest of the tasks.” Einar rose, bowed briefly, and left the room.

“Yelana, I would like you to accompany me to see my sister later, provided she feels better. Before that, I'd like to hear your thoughts on everything, and also your ideas, if you have any.”

Yelana could not contribute much, however, except to assume that Kolgrimr and Thord would most likely set an ambush; the terrain offered ample opportunities for that. Elsa suspected the same and finally dismissed her. She then began to compose more writings until there was a knock and two guards brought Wael in. His hands were tied behind his back for safety and he kept his head lowered humbly. “Your Highness, you wanted to see me?” he murmured meekly.

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“Mr. Wael, this time you have not only overstepped the mark, but moreover, you have committed high treason against the kingdom of Arendelle. You have participated in or made possible the deaths of many innocent people, and now a new war is at hand. Normally, you would deserve the death penalty for this ...”

Wael was shaking all over as he raised his head and stared at her in shock. Elsa could literally feel his fear and a slight smile played around the corners of her mouth. He had earned this mortal fear a thousand times over; she said to herself with a satisfied feeling.

“But fortunately for you, this has not happened in our kingdom for many generations,” she continued, holding up a parchment page. “This letter here has not yet been officially signed by Queen Anna, but she will approve one hundred percent, you can be sure of that!” She put the sheet back down and rose.

“Mr. Wael, in the name of Queen Anna and the entire Kingdom of Arendelle, I hereby declare that you are exiled for life! Depending on where the next merchant ship is heading, you will be taken to another country on the vessel that docks here. You are forbidden to ever set foot on our land again. All your wealth since this moment is confiscated and your home is sold to pay at least a small amount of compensation to the family members of those killed. You will be incarcerated until that day and spend your entire journey as a prisoner in the ship's brig. Don't think that it will be a kind of vacation trip for you.”

Elsa let her words sink in for a few seconds, then continued, “You are now virtually persona non grata, and I couldn't care less how you fare in the future. Maybe even Thord's assassins will find you one day, but that's not my problem. You alone are responsible for the consequences, no one else. Get a job in the new land and mend your ways. Think about your mistakes and realize that now the blood of dozens is on your hands!”

Wael began to shed tears, but Elsa did not care. The time for pity and indulgence was over. If someone threatened her family, she knew no mercy.

“Guards, lock him in the dungeon until further notice!”

The two guardsmen didn't need to be told twice and dragged Wael along with them not exactly gently. Finally, the door slammed shut and Elsa was able to slump back in her chair with relief.

About an hour had passed since she had entered the office, then Kai finally came in and reported that Anna had woken up again. Elsa didn't hesitate for a second, except to quickly take the prepared documents with her.

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Anna sat upright in bed and drank some wine, something the doctor had also prescribed to get her metabolism going a bit. Her eyes were red and she was still very pale in the face.

Elsa ran to her, threw the stack of papers carelessly on the bed and took her tightly in her arms. Anna started sobbing again and put her arms around her sister. Kristoff also looked pretty beat up, as a quick glance told Elsa. What was she going to do now; she wondered.

“I'm so scared for both of us, Elsa,” Anna whispered in her ear and Elsa hugged her a little tighter.

Then she reached over and took Kristoff's hand in hers. He needed comfort now, too, she could feel it very clearly. They were a family and Elsa never wanted to miss them again. Somehow, though, she was glad that she had been able to get some of the most important things started, despite the sad situation because of Anna. In retrospect, it had been Anna’s best idea to elevate her to her new position. Only in this way was it possible for her to prepare such things and help her sister in need.

“Get some rest today, sis, it's getting late today anyway. Shall I perhaps have some warm chicken soup brought to you? Maybe with some of Olina's delicious chocolate pralines afterward? That will certainly cheer you up and in the morning the three of us will talk, will we?” said Elsa after she released the hug again, looking at Anna with a smile and, as a joke, gently poked the tip of Anna's nose with her index finger.

“That's sweet of you, Elsa,” she said and sighed, “I'm actually a little hungry right now and I can't very well say no to Olina's pralines, you just know me too well,” Anna said after a brief pause for thought. Even a small smile stole back into her face and the sisters looked at each other with relief. Kristoff's expression also brightened a bit again as he put his hand on Anna's.

“Well, then, it's settled,” Elsa said, standing up from the bed. “Be right back ... with an extra large plate of pralines.”

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It was slowly growing darker in the sky above the enchanted forest when Thord, with his three companions in his escort, began the conversation with Kolgrimr.

“So, I have brought forty men with me, as promised. But for now, they will stay on the ship until I get some answers from you,” he said in a firm voice, getting straight to the point. “Today I learned from my spies in Arendelle what happened in the peasant country. I am sure you were responsible for it, Kolgrimr.”

Kolgrimr could clearly see Thord's thoughts as he was already about to tell him that such an act was not worthy of a warrior and that only cowards acted that way. But Kolgrimr beat him to it before Thord talked himself out of his head.

“Think very carefully about your next words now, Thord!”

There was silence between them for seconds and they engaged in an eye duel. Neither of them won, and Kolgrimr realized that Thord was a stubborn hardhead, but at least toned down the next thing he said, more or less anyway.

“On the journey here, I had had plenty of time to think about your reasons. I can well understand your goals, but why the hell did you have to kill and kidnap innocent people in the process? Wouldn't it have been enough to create chaos there? I had agreed to help you get the crossbows, and that had been a complete success, hadn't it? You've captured more than enough weapons for your men now, haven't you? Hadn't that been your main goal?” he continued with a grim face. “In any case, my men and I will not participate in killing civilians. That was not the agreement!”

Kolgrimr probed his visitor’s minds, but especially Thord's, and he could see clearly what they were all worried about. He had to be clever now so that they would continue to help him carry out his plans.

“I can understand your concerns, Thord, but answer this question. Did the Arendellians shy away from killing my innocent people back then? No, they didn't and that apparently didn't change when men from Arendelle killed a Northuldra plus one of my men and seriously injured two others very close by here a few days ago. They are all devious and ready to kill at any time to get what they want. None of them are innocent, Thord. None of them! They only learn in one way that I am serious, and I couldn't care less how many breathe their last in the process,” he replied snidely. “Or can you explain to me why a ship disembarked on the north coast and men armed with crossbows fired on us as soon as we spotted them?”

Thord was surprised at this new information. However, the fact about the ship from Arendelle here in the north coincided with what Wael had told him days ago. He was a bit unsettled and shook his head, not knowing anything about the real reasons.

Kolgrimr had a sly expression on his face as he then continued a bit more quietly, “And as for these hostages, they are the perfect leverage to get their queen and especially their sister, that blonde bitch and usurper out of their heavily defended lair, directly to a place where they won’t be able to escape. If they don't comply with our demands soon, one hostage after another will die; their heads will be sent directly to Arendelle and more villages shall burn to the ground. Meanwhile, your men will make sure that anyone flees. That's all I'm asking of you!”

Thord still didn't want to have anything to do with it, Kolgrimr could clearly read that in him, on the other hand he was also constantly thinking about his goal to ascend the throne of Arendelle. He was clearly power-hungry. But images of his past also flashed through his mind, it was about family and ... a promise. Kolgrimr became curious.

“You have to stop killing innocents, Kolgrimr, after all, I want to be able to rule a nation later. How will I sit on the throne later as a ruler and have all the citizens associate me with all these massacres? Wael didn't exactly keep to the agreements and he is now once again a prisoner in the castle, but he has the ultimatum with him and they will definitely find it on him. With this, the most important step has been taken, as planned, and the queen must now react to it, she can't help it. However, what does me no good is if the killing of innocent people continues like this and I am personally associated with it later. The royal house has already learned my name through Wael and the writing, but now it's their turn, not yours. We'll just have to be patient and you'll get what you want in the end.”

Kolgrimr didn't trust Thord's plan with a few words on a piece of paper. Did Thord really think that would do any good? But Thord was just thinking about his father for some reason, Kolgrimr noted. He had obviously meant a lot to him. Kolgrimr had to somehow get him to think more about his past.

“Did you instruct your men to inform us of everything as soon as the queen made up her mind and started on her way here?”

“Yes, just as we agreed. One of my riders will make his way to us as soon as her troop starts moving.”

“Very well. Now please follow me with your men to the hostages' hideout. I think two of you should suffice as guards for the time being. Besides, you can bunk there with all your men starting tomorrow morning. The environment should look very familiar to you, because it is the old tent camp of the Arendellians, from the time of the dam construction.”

As they reached the camp, a low whine could be heard coming from one of the tents. Thord exchanged a quick glance with Kolgrimr, but the latter only grinned diabolically. Then he tore aside the canvas and frightened the occupants even more. Two children started whining in fright when they saw the big dark shadow in front of them.

“Don't get any ideas! There are guards outside ready and watching over you at all times. An escape attempt is useless, therefore!”

Kolgrimr received Thord's hateful thoughts, but he didn't care. The main thing was that he kept to the agreements. He let go of the tarp again and looked Thord in the eye.

“Choose your men, Thord. And remember, not a single word about the existence of the hostages to the rest of my men, or there will be nasty consequences for you. They only know that it will be your camp for the next few days and no one will bother you here because of that.”

Thord looked around and had it easy because Hauk and Tryggr were with him and he wasn't too fond of them anyway because of the botched mission with Wael. Kolgrimr sensed it and had to grin. He ordered them to stay here and not to leave the camp for the time being, except to make torches. They reluctantly agreed, because after all, they had to cooperate with Kolgrimr.

Minutes later, Thord and his remaining man accompanied Kolgrimr to his camp.

Even before they arrived there, the hunting party returned noisily, boasting of their prey. Many of them raised their new crossbows triumphantly. The hunt had been a resounding success, there was no mistaking that.

“I would suggest you get your men off the ship and we all enjoy a feast tonight. We can also use this opportunity to get to know each other a little better, after all, we haven't had the chance yet,” Kolgrimr suggested and Thord hesitated to agree. “We both have our goals, Thord, and good reasons for achieving them. With me, it is an oath to my deceased father. I am curious to know what your true motivation is for helping me.”

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Honeymaren had been lying in wait for almost two hours now, watching what was happening down at the edge of the forest from her elevated position. Unfortunately, she could not see everything, but the smoke rising from the cooking fires above the treetops gave away the location of the two camps. What she had seen so far made her deeply concerned, especially the cart carrying prisoners including children from Arendelle before it disappeared among the trees to the left of the monoliths. She knew now, on the one hand, that Kolgrimr would put them up in the old tent camp of the Arendellians, and on the other hand, she had also counted the men with him. There were exactly twenty.

It was getting darker in the sky above her, but she wanted to wait a little longer to see what else was happening before she started the long descent. Getting up here had been harder and more tedious than she had expected, but she had no doubt missed nothing important down there. Both Kolgrimr's meeting with those guys from the ship, and the strangers' return to the beach some time later. One by one they picked up a total of forty men including a lot of equipment from the ship with the two dinghies. There were many boxes with them, probably rations, but she also saw swords flashing in the torchlight and also crossbows. In the end, there was even a horse, and she wondered how long it had taken to train it not to panic on a swaying dinghy over deep water. Everyone then made their way together to Kolgrimr's camp. Meanwhile, the two boats remained unguarded on the beach.

Honeymaren tried to make out something on the ship’s deck, and in the light of the lighted lanterns she could make out five different shadows. This number had not changed when she finally climbed back down carefully half an hour later. After another hour, she arrived in the darkness at the clearing across from her and silently stepped up to Alena and Árnason's campfire.

Árnason had brought over some skins from the night camp and was lying comfortably in front of the fire, resting his head in one hand, poking a branch around in the fire with the other. Alena was sitting there with her legs crossed, apparently meditating.

“Hello you two,” she said with a grin. “I see you've already made yourselves comfortable.”

When the boy cried out in shock at Honeymaren's words, Alena flinched slightly. Both were now staring at Honeymaren, and Árnason groaned in relief.

“Hello Honeymaren,” Alena said, “Do you have news for us?”

Honeymaren plopped down on the empty fur opposite them, “Yes, indeed, and it's not good news I bring, I'm afraid.”

She told in detail all that she had seen. Both listened attentively without interrupting her.

“Now it is also clear what Kolgrimr used your twenty men for, Alena,” she concluded her report, “He took hostages in Arendelle with their help, and you can well imagine that this was not done without violence.”

Alena sadly lowered her head to her chest and put both hands on her mop of hair. For a while she did not move. The other two exchanged looks of pity and Honeymaren thought back to the Blood Moon. So there was indeed blood spilled that night, and from the looks of it, by innocent people on innocent people. She believed Alena's account of these men, so Kolgrimr, probably with Gyda's help, must have somehow made them all compliant.

“I'm so sorry for you,” Honeymaren said softly.

“He'll have to pay for that,” Alena whispered to herself, lifting her head to look Honeymaren in the eye. “What do you think, do they still remember everything or are back to normal now?” she asked a little louder, having just had the same thought as Honeymaren.

Honeymaren shrugged her shoulders. “I don't know. But one thing is certain for me. If he wants to use the hostages as leverage, I absolutely have to foil his plans and try to free them all.”

“You alone? With so many of his men around? Are you crazy?” it burst out of Árnason, and he had his eyes wide as he pulled up.

“You have a plan, I suppose,” Alena said, tilting her head slightly, and Honeymaren grinned at her. The gesture reminded her of Yelana somehow.

“Well perceived, Alena. And I will need your help for that.”

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Thord's men's mouths watered as the scent of so many roasts over the fires hit their noses. Earlier, they had taken most of the equipment to the tent camp and Hauk and Tryggr were pissed that they had to stay here when they saw what the men took to meet this Kolgrimr and left none of it behind. Thord had guessed long before that they might all be eating grilled venison together and had taken the precaution of instructing his men to bring plenty of mead and wine in drinking vessels.

Kolgrimr's men did not have to be asked twice and gratefully helped themselves when everyone had spread out in his camp. Some time later, part of the hunt's spoils had been eaten and the mood became more boisterous as the drinking hoses were passed around and many began bawling or telling of their hunting experiences pictorially and with pride. Thord had brought his own supply of wine, which his servant had bottled for him in his well-stocked wine cellar full of choice drops.

Kolgrimr signaled Thord to follow him at some point, and they retired to his lávvu.

“So, Thord, I want to know more about you. What is your story and why are you really here?”

“If you don't mind, I'd like to hear your story first. You mentioned your father earlier. What exactly happened?”

Kolgrimr nodded and then he began to describe everything. Except of his special abilities, of course. Thord now gradually understood what drove him to seek revenge and why he hated everyone from Arendelle so deeply, especially the royal house. Thord slowly gained confidence and discovered certain commonalities. He began to tell the story of the Kaskader clan and that he and his family had also been victims of the same king. Runeard had betrayed them both and caused death and great suffering.

Kolgrimr now understood what Thord's promise to his father was and he saw the image of a dying man on his deathbed before him and at the same time felt Thord's helpless hatred for the royal house of Arendelle. They two indeed had more in common than he would have ever suspected.

“Wait here a moment, I'll bring in my hunting companions Kárral, Juhvo, Duvre and Svonni, you should get to know them a little better too. The latter is a great joker, as Kárral thinks, he could provide some atmosphere. I'll bring one or two more of your drinking hoses with me. You are already supplied, I see. I think we've all earned it, and it was very forward thinking of you,” Kolgrimr said with a smile and disappeared outside for a short while. When he returned with the others and the wine, six ambitious men with troubled pasts sat together and slowly made friends with Thord over a strong mead.

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Meanwhile, Honeymaren had bravely ridden a short distance to the east to see what the men were up to from afar. Even from a distance, the scent of roasted game wafted to her nose by the mild evening wind, and loud bawling quickly made it clear that there was a big party going on. This could well last until the early morning. Presumably, these strangers had also brought drinking hoses full of wine; she suspected, but did not dare to come closer. It had been risky enough, but she was now sure that everyone there had very different thoughts than concern or vigilance. Grinning, she rode quietly back toward the beach, where Alena and Árnason were already waiting for her.

“They will be busy for a while, long enough for my plan. Still, we must be very quiet and careful. I will accompany you a little way until we have discovered the camp of your twenty men, Alena. I have a hunch where it is. You go to them alone, while Àrnason stays with me, and return to the hideout tonight. You can say that the reindeer and all your things are not far from here at your campsite and you'd rather return there tonight. After all, they don't know if that's true, and they certainly won't question you.”

Honeymaren thought for a moment. “Tell them about the sieidi and that tomorrow you will therefore need their protection and afterwards you may even take them home with you. I'll leave the latter up to you. But don't tell them anything about the truth yet, because they would definitely want to take revenge on Kolgrimr. You can probably imagine what that would lead to ... to more deaths,” Honeymaren said softly.

Alena whispered her agreement, for her nod would not be seen in the darkness. “But what if they are still in their condition, Honeymaren?”

“Very doubtful, for I saw four of the strangers accompany Kolgrimr and only two returned. So there must be two of them standing guard at the tent camp. Kolgrimr would have used your men for that otherwise.”

“True, that sounds logical, besides, no potion would last that long,” Alena said in a whisper.

“Kolgrimr won't dare threaten you, Alena. You are a noaidi and from you he got the twenty men. Tomorrow you will be able to perform your ritual in front of the sieidi undisturbed. They will respect a noaidi like you, with such an important request," she said thoughtfully.

“So what are we going to do in the meantime?” asked Árnason.

She grinned broadly and giggled, “I'm going to go for a little swim.”

“Please?” he asked.

“I don't know yet if it will work, but there are only five sailors on the foreign ship that I need to take out. We could then rescue the hostages with the ship.”

“You alone against five? Don't you think you're overestimating your abilities a bit?” Árnason objected.

“I think Arnason is right,” Alena agreed, “This is far too dangerous. Why don't we take the hostages away the way they came here ... with the wagon?”

“Sounds good, but it won't work for several reasons. For one thing, we would be much too slow and would never escape Kolgrimr that way, and besides, I don't know how the horses will react. The noise could draw everyone's attention to us and that would be it. The last problem is ourselves, or can you drive a horse-drawn cart, Árnason, or Alena? So I would have to take over, although I don't know anything about that either. If Kolgrimr catches me, I'm dead ... I'd rather try my luck on this ship.”

Honeymaren had to chuckle softly. “Besides, from where I'm hiding, I'd love to see the stunned faces of those strangers when they realize their ship is suddenly gone in the morning, and Kolgrimr's when he finds his hostages are all missing, too.”

“You're right,” Alena said, “from that point of view, it sounds like a dangerous but good plan.”

“Good, then that's settled. I may not be able to return to the hideout immediately, because it's hard to plan what will happen after the hostages are rescued on the ship. Please wait for me for two days then, Alena. But let's go on now and track down the camp.”

After walking through the sparse birch forest for under half an hour, they saw campfires ahead among the trees. Honeymaren picked up her telescope and recognized from the shapes that they were tents made of reindeer hides, not kotas.

“This is where we are, my sense of direction did not deceive me. Árnason, you should make yourself a torch and give it to Alena, otherwise she will have to explain to them why she's stumbling around in the dark, especially at her age. I'll leave you now, Alena, and if all goes well, we'll meet at the hideout within two days.”

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The men were blown away when they recognized their noaidi. She was greeted effusively and when everyone had calmed down and welcomed her properly, Alena sat down with them by the fire. She told them about her plan to hold a trance session tomorrow in front of probably the most impressive sieidi she had ever seen. She stuck to Honeymaren's plan and therefore told them about her exhausting journey here.

In turn, her men told of their experiences here with the Northuldra and what Kolgrimr had done to one of them. They also ended up reporting that they had felt bad all evening. Many of them threw up and all of them felt like they hadn't eaten or drunk anything for days. None of them could explain it.

“Gyríðr, the Northuldra noaidi, visited us here just recently and after we told her about it she promised us to prepare a healing potion for us tomorrow morning,” one of the men added.

Alena knew why, of course, but could not say anything about it without telling them at the same time the truth. She was not at all surprised that this noaidi offered it to them so soon after their return, and she had probably prepared the potion already as a precaution. Everything had undoubtedly been planned beforehand.

“It's good that someone cares about you like that because of this,” she said therefore.

Alena felt somehow complicit in this situation and what had happened. If she had not made these men available to Kolgrimr, this would never have happened, innocent men would never have allowed themselves to be abused for this atrocity. When she tried to imagine what these men must have done there to take the hostages, she almost felt sick herself. These were family men, experienced hunters and reindeer herders with a troubled past, not murderers and kidnappers. They must never know the truth. Never! But one thing was certain. If anyone deserved to die, it was Kolgrimr and his mother Gyríðr, who had made it all possible with a potion in the most devious way.

“How did you actually find us here, Alena?” one of them asked, snapping her out of her thoughts, “And in this darkness, too. Do you have psychic abilities that we don't know about yet?”

She had not expected this question now and he was indeed right about that. She so completely alone, far away from the summer camp and immediately found her men by pure chance?

“I was at the sieidi and only knew that the Northuldra camp had to be in that direction. I guess it was pure luck that I came across you first,” she fibbed.

“Will you stay here with us tonight? There would be plenty of room for you,” one asked.

“Thanks for the offer. An hour or two, perhaps, but my makeshift camp with the reindeer and all my things is not far from here, and besides, I need rest to meditate and prepare for the sieidi tomorrow.”

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Honeymaren had left Árnason near the beach, now silently pulled herself up on the anchor chain and, reaching the top, peered cautiously over the railing. Slowly she was getting practice at sneaking onto a ship, and now she also knew a few useful details. She had to grin.

She watched everyone on board and counted them. Still five guards ... hmm, this is going to be interesting; she thought. Then she waited until everyone turned their backs on her. When the time came, she quickly pulled herself up and scurried unnoticed across the deck. She saw the hatch to a companionway and hopped down silently. Once below deck, she looked around conscientiously in the pale light of a few lighted lanterns on the ceiling. No additional sailor was lying in the hammocks, so it remained with the five-man skeleton crew. She continued toward the quarterdeck and checked the captain's cabin, but it was empty.

The captain had to be ashore, probably one of the three she had observed today. She rummaged through the papers on the heavy desk. Unfortunately, she couldn't read, but one paper sheet caught her eye because it bore Arendelle's mark, or at least was very similar. When the ship reached Arendelle, it would surely be searched and thus these interesting documents here would be found, she was sure. Then she scurried out and carefully climbed the stairs to the deck. Now a good plan was called for, because she couldn't take out five at once. She unslung her new weapon from her belt and peered over the last step. She saw four men, the fifth had to be above her on the quarterdeck.

When no one looked, she jumped up, ran around the corner to the quarterdeck stairs, ducked up and got lucky. The missing man was standing at the railing with his back to her, looking landward. Honeymaren came up right behind him and with lightning speed put a double rope loop of her weapon around his neck and yanked him over backwards. Using her knee in his back, she pulled on the rope as hard as she could. He struggled as hard as he could and gasped, trying to loosen the rope around his neck with his hands, but had no chance. With a soft gasp, his muscles went limp and she let go. Honeymaren hoped no one had noticed the soft sounds of struggle.

She put two fingers to his neck and breathed a sigh of relief, for he was still alive and only unconscious. One less, four to go; she thought and slipped back down to the deck. Two more were standing amidships next to each other chatting quietly, the other two were farther away making their rounds. It was a good thing that the few lanterns didn't illuminate everything completely, so she was able to scurry from shadow to shadow on silent soles and get behind one of them unnoticed. With a well-aimed blow of the heavy metal spike she put him out of action. She quickly pulled him into the shadow of the main mast and scurried on to the next one, who was just passing the bow and about to approach the remaining two men.

When he turned around, she was already standing in front of him and he looked her straight in the eye. However, he was so surprised that he didn't even see the blow coming. He slumped down unconscious and Honeymaren caught him just in time to make no noise.

Now only two remained, but when Honeymaren turned around, they were no longer standing at the railing, they were gone. She began to panic. Where had they gone? She ducked into the shadows and listened. Very slowly, she crept forward. And then she noticed one near the aft deck on the last step of the second stairway. He came cautiously in her direction, slowly unsheathing a long knife. They had found their comrade!

“We know you're here somewhere! Show yourself!” one of them suddenly shouted from the other side of the deck.

'Oh, bloody hell!' she thought, and her breathing quickened. One was coming right at her and she couldn't see the second one on the other side. Honeymaren's heart raced as she let her metal spike circle slowly beside her. Fifteen feet away ... now only ten ... and then she stood up, took a step to the side and let the spike unwind back over her thigh for a foot kick, just as she had practiced. It had to work on the first try; flashed through her mind.

A second later, the spike penetrated deep into her attacker's right shoulder. He cried out loudly in pain and his knife clattered to the ground. Honeymaren pulled on the rope with all her might to retrieve the weapon, but at that moment the other man jumped at her from the side out of the shadows. He too had drawn a knife and thrust it at her.

Then several things happened at the same time and Honeymaren first felt a burning stab in her side, still saw the one she had hit lunge forward and not a second later heard a rattle from her right. She looked in pain first at the knife partially stuck in her and then at the surprised face of the man right next to her. He stared at her with wide eyes and then very slowly sank to his knees while still clutching his knife, pulling it out of her and onto the floor with him. Honeymaren felt the searing pain a second time at that moment and groaned.

As he fell at her feet, she also knew what had just happened and remembered her early failures with her new weapon. The spike had indeed flown right back at her, but where her head had been a moment ago and she would have intercepted the spike in time, there had now been another head. The end of the metal spike was sticking out of the attacker's neck and blood was gushing onto the deck planks. He was dead. Honeymaren stood over him in shock, pressing her hand to her side in pain. It was the very first person she had killed.

For a moment she was paralyzed. But then the other guy's groan jerked her back to the present. She looked at her wound and was relieved to find that, to her inconceivable luck, a rib had probably kept the knife from going in deeper. The wound was not deep, but it bled profusely and hurt like hell.

She hesitated to pull the spike out of the dead man's neck, but had to do it to free the hostages. It was her only effective weapon to avoid a man-to-man fight with the two guards there. Boiling hot, it flashed through her mind what would have happened if the whole thing hadn't gone so smoothly here. But still, there was now the blood of a dead man on her hands. Literally, as she held the spike in her hands and wiped it on the man's clothes.

As she slowly walked toward the other guy, who looked from his comrade to her in disbelief and pressed his hand on his bleeding shoulder, she calmly wound up the rope of her weapon. Then she crouched in front of him and slowly pushed his knife toward her. He stared at her in rage.

“I'm sorry about what happened to your buddy. I didn't mean for that to happen. He was just in the wrong place at the wrong time, unfortunately,” she apologized.

She glanced beside her and saw a roll of rope lying against the railing. The care of her wound would now have to wait, unfortunately, because there were now a few men to tie up.

“Unfortunately, I must now tie you and the others to the main mast. Please do not resist. I will take care of your arm afterwards.”

An hour later, everything was done and she had bandaged herself and the injured. Below deck was a medical room where she found everything she needed. Dragging the unconscious to the mast and tying them all up there in an escape-proof manner had been a hard piece of work and brought her close to the breaking point with her wound. Her right pant leg was soaked to the bottom with her blood.

She looked back one last time and into the eyes of the wounded man. “We may see each other again soon,” she said, then climbed over the railing and jumped down into the sea.

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