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pleasingforharry · 2 years

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A Very Important Assignment

college!harry x quiet!yn

SUMMARY: College Harry being obsessed with his quiet, study heavy girlfriend as she was supposed to be finishing an assignment, but he wouldn’t let her.

WORD COUNT: 3.9k

WARNINGS: Sexual content (this literally wasn’t supposed to have any, but I couldn’t help myself)

It was around nine thirty at night and the simple couple was cooped up in the corner table at their favorite ice cream shop. Y/N knew she had to get home soon because she had a very important assignment to finish, and it stuck in the back of her mind like a 'kick me' sticker. She couldn't stop thinking about how she was going to balance her time so that she could give each part of her assignment equal attention and finish it by eleven and be asleep by midnight.

“Baby, did you hear me?” questioned her boyfriend, Harry, with a soft squeeze to her thigh. Her vision was floaty as she blinked her eyes and turned her head in his direction. A slight smirk sat on Harry’s lips as he reached to hold her chin between his fingers, bringing her close and connecting their lips. “What’s on your mind, lovie?”

“Homework,” She responded as if it were an unnecessary thought, despite the fact that it was all she could think about. "I’m sorry, I shouldn't be thinking about it while we're out, but—"

“Stop,” Harry swiped her bottom lip with his thumb.

“Okay,” She sighed in defeat, knowing how those conversations end up if they continued. “What were you saying before?”

Harry moved his fingers away from her chin to hold his ice cream cup. His spoon scooped up more cookies and cream and brought it up to Y/N’s mouth. She gladly accepted his flavor and hummed at the sweet taste.

“I was asking if you were going to make it to my game on Thursday. I know you said you were going to hang out at Amber’s dorm all day, but I didn’t know if you could squeeze in some time to come.” The green tint in Harry’s eyes bored into his girlfriend’s as he awaited a response. He knew it was a fifty fifty toss up, and he told himself to be okay with either answer.

Y/N looked down at her bowl of strawberry ice cream to avoid his stare. “I’ll try. Amber and I wanted to finish our project that day and it might take forever,” She explained just over a whisper. Harry tilted his head to the side and smiled at his favorite person in the world. She was so simple but amazing in her own ways. He loved every moment he could spend with her. And Y/N hated that she couldn’t figure out why.

From the day he asked her to officially be his girlfriend, she’d give him odd stares, trying to use all the knowledge her professors were impressed the girl could inherit, to figure out what he saw in her. But she knew while she worked on an answer, she’d cherish the love he was desperate to give her.

“There’s going to be a party at the frat house afterwards. Do you want to come to that if you finish beforehand?” Harry tried for his next attempt to have time with his girlfriend. She immediately shook her head. “We can just hang in my room then. No partying, how’s that?”

“I want you to have fun with your friends, not babysit me like every other time I go to your parties,” She rolled her eyes and picked her head up at him, which brought a bubbly feeling in his stomach. She was so beautiful, and it hurt to think that could potentially fuck it up if he followed in the footsteps of the people he lived with at the frat house.

“It’s not babysitting, Y/N. I want to be around you all the fucking time, so it’s more so, you babysitting me.” The couple laughed over the faint 80s music in the themed ice cream parlor. “Like I said, we can stay in my room and watch some more house renovation videos. We never got to finish that one episode with the slide into the twins room. Remember that?”

“Oh yeah, that room looked sick. I know Damien would kill for a slide into his room,” Y/N spoke of her younger brother that Harry grew to become great friends with. He nodded and went for Y/N’s chin again, hungry for her lips. Y/N let her boyfriend lead and dominant the intimate moment, slightly moaning at his hot tongue exploring her mouth.

Their ice cream soon started to melt as they were left unattended for an increased amount of time. Y/N was now moved to sitting across Harry’s lap and her hands cradled the back of his neck, just like he loved because it made him feel safe in her arms.

Y/N pulled away first, resting her nose against Harry’s. His breathing had picked up, yearning for more. “Stay with me tonight?”

“I have work to do, dove,” She giggled, playing with his untamed curls. His lips immediately smiled at the sweet sound of her laugh. “But if you come to my dorm, you have to be on your best behavior, okay?” His eyes lit up at her compromise.

“Okay, definitely.”

“I mean it, Harry. I need this work done by eleven so I’m in bed by midnight,” Y/N kissed her boyfriend’s lips before brushing his cheek.

“Anything to be with you, baby,” He cooed while his fingers found their way under his sweatshirt she wore and circled the skin of her stomach.

Harry had missed his girlfriend that day as she had her classes back to back. He wanted to spend lunch with her in the dining hall, but she stayed behind to speak with her professor. He didn’t think she’d have that many questions to ask her, but Y/N was a perfectionist and needed all the details to make sure her work was the best.

dove: baby im at the dining hall w the boys, join us when you’re done

my baby: can’t

dove: why?

my baby: need to talk to professor miles, sorry

dove: okay, correcting my last statement.

dove: baby im at the dining hall alone, join me when you’re done

my baby: can’t. and i don’t have a problem w your friends. im not scared of them, just not social :/

dove: never said you were scared, y/n

dove: ice cream tonight, i love you

my baby: see you later

Harry waited against his car, outside of Y/N’s dorm building, and when she came out, he grabbed her cheeks and enveloped her in a delicate kiss. If Y/N wasn’t used to her boyfriend’s love language, she’d be caught of guard by his sudden desperation for affection.

“Why didn’t you say it back?” Harry huffed as soon as their lips disconnected. Y/N rolled her eyes, already knowing what he was talking about.

“You pissed me off,” she shrugged, releasing herself from him grasp and walking to the passenger side of his car. Harry quickly grabbed her hips and pulled her back against his chest. His hand moved the hair that sat on her shoulder away and brought his lips to her ear.

“You piss me off too. Say it back,” he warned. Y/N tried not to giggle at her sensitive nerves her boyfriend knew all too well. “Now Y/N or we aren’t leaving.”

“Were you thinking about that, all this time?” She laid her hands over his, sitting on her hips.

Harry nodded, “You never not say it back unless you’re mad.”

“For a guy that have girls on their knees just by being in their presence, you—”

“Don’t start with me, L/N. I wouldn’t be asking my girlfriend to fucking say ‘i love you’ back if I cared about them,” He growled, pushing away from her to walk to his side of the car. Y/N turned around to watch him with furrowed brows.

Anytime Y/N brought up how popular and wanted Harry was, he’d shut down. She just wouldn’t understand that he only ever wanted her. And if he could change the way he had let any girl that begged for him, suck him off like it meant something, he would.

“Harry, there are girls at your frat house every day and you’re telling me none of them have caught your eye? You haven’t been the slightest seduced by them?” Y/N crossed her arms. Before Harry could reach his car door, his head whipped in her direction and the offense that spread across his face made Y/N want to shove her arrogant words back down her throat. But she was too stubborn to apologize.

“As soon as you get in my car, leave your attitude and accusations on the curb. This conversation is over with because you should know by now how fucking crazy I am about you,” Harry barked, pointing to her. “I already know how fucking stubborn you are, and you aren’t going to apologize and take back your words, so forget you even said it. Deal?”

Y/N eyes softened as she nodded.

So, like he said, they were back to normal as she sat in his car with his hand rested in the inside of her thigh. Her shorts were a blessing from heaven as he had access to her gentle skin and beauty marks.

Harry spoke nonchalantly about his day and how stupid Niall is like he didn’t just go off on her five minutes ago. She had her eyes straight on the road in front of her but her finger traces the veins on his hand. Harry glanced over at her and sighed.

“I love you, Y/N,” he said, earning her immediate attention. The heavy weight on her shoulders dropped as she smiled.

“Really?”

“Obviously, smartass,” he chuckled, flicking her thigh before going back to rubbing. “Anything you want to say back?”

“I love you,” she responded, biting her lip to contain the giddish feeling she felt inside. They were okay and she wasn’t going to lose him with her snarky comments. It surprised her by how much shit Harry accepted, and she promised herself that she’d change, but it wasn’t easy.

Everybody wanted Harry and she didn’t see herself good enough to be apart of the competition, but he saw something in her. She was grateful.

The couple drank their ice cream like soup, before throwing them away and walking hand in hand back to Harry’s car.

Y/N moved to her arms to hug them around Harry and snuggled her head into his chest. He was slight taken back by her gesture, but accepted it and wrapped an arm around her shoulder.

He kissed the top of her head and hummed.

“My dorm isn’t clean, by the way. I overslept and didn’t have time to compose my space,” Y/N giggled, glancing up at Harry.

“Good, I like when it feels like you.”

“Gross, that was so cliché.” Harry threw his head back to laugh and squeezed his girlfriend closer.

Harry and Y/N entered her dorm room and walked to her suite, messily scattered with books and clothes. Harry loved it.

He instantly pulled his shirt off and tossed it in her pile of clothes like her room was his. Y/N watched the muscles in his back flex as he stretched with a yawn.

“Don’t tell me you’re tired,” she placed a hand on her hip. Harry glanced over his shoulder and smirked at her.

“Never.”

Y/N sat down on her couch and grabbed the binder with her assignment stuffed inside. Harry went for her bed, hopping up instead of using the stool Y/N had set up for herself.

The first ten minutes were silent while Harry entertained himself on his phone, scrolling through social media. He got a lot of texts messages, left and right, so he used that time to also answer the people that yearned for his attention. Y/N had caught his fingers rapidly typing on his phone and frowned. She knew people were up late, waiting impatiently by their phone for Harry’s name to ping on their screen. She was the same way but would never tell him that.

Y/N tried to focus back on her work so she could go to bed, and maybe have some time with Harry all to herself. She wasn’t known to be the jealous type as that was Harry’s job, but the inevitable feeling still crept up her shoulder every now and then.

Becoming bored of the people on his phone, Harry threw it on his girlfriend’s nightstand and sighed. He looked at her still glued to the work she had gotten a good chunk done already and smiled. She was amazing, he thought. Not only was she smart as fuck, but crafty and creative. She knew how to stand out by putting her own twist on her work but still staying on task. It somehow turned him on. Just like now.

He needed her. Her warmth. Her touch. Anything.

Harry slid his sweats down to show the waistband of his boxers and began to run his fingers along the brand’s font, teasing his stomach nerves. Y/N knew not to look over at her boyfriend while she worked because he was a total distraction. Everything he did had her legs crossing discreetly—she didn’t want to boost his ego even more than it was.

“Baby,” Harry slurred out, watching his girlfriend deep in her notes with only twenty five minutes of them being in her room. Y/N hummed with her head turned to him but her eyes pointed at her papers. “Can you sit on my cock while you work?” He asked.

“What happened to you being on your best behavior, dove?” Y/N laughed, finally looking at her boyfriend. Her eyes slightly widened at the position she caught Harry in, looking like pure sex. His back was against the wall and his legs were hanging off the side of the bed but still manspread wide enough to show the dent in his sweatpants. One of his hands were playing with the hem of his boxers while the other ruthlessly rubbed his aching area.

“You happened,” He smirked. “I just need you warm around me, is all. I won’t bother you again.”

Y/N stared at him blankly, twiddling her pencil between her fingers. Harry bit his lip at her innocent look, knowing his girlfriend wasn’t as cute and inexperienced as she portrayed herself to seem. It’s what he loved so much about their sex life. No one knew Y/N and her dirty secrets like he did.

“You aren’t going to sit still, we both know that, Harry,” Y/N shook her head, continuing to work on her assignment. Harry huffed with a frustrated moan.

“Can you when you’re done?” He asked.

“I’m going to bed when I’m finished, you knew that.”

“So, let’s do it now before you go to bed.”

Y/N abruptly slammed her hand on her papers and darted her eyes at her boyfriend with furrowed brows. He knew she wanted to give him a silent warning, but that only had his cock growing and dripping. He couldn’t control how every single thing she did turned him on.

“Hurry up and stick it in so I can finish, please,” Y/N gave in, standing up from the couch but still dragging her finger over the words she wrote on her paper. A wide smile grew on Harry’s lips as he quickly jumped off her bed and ran behind his girlfriend to sit in her original spot.

The view he already had with his girlfriend’s ass stood in front of him caused a slow, “Fuck, baby,” to leave his throat. Y/N rolled her eyes and slid both her shorts and panties down her legs so she was naked from the waist down, only snuggled in her boyfriend’s sweatshirt.

“Good?” She asked, looking over her shoulder at Harry staring mesmerizingly at her ass.

“More than good,” He sighed, landing a hard slap on her right cheek. Y/N squealed, covering the newly red hand mark on her behind.

Harry quickly reached into his boxers and pulled out his fully hard cock, giving it slow teasing strokes. A deep moan left his throat as he thrusted into his hand. Y/N watched intensely, biting her lip to contain the noises she risked of making.

“Come sit on my cock, baby. Warm me up, yeah?” Harry patted his thighs and let Y/N reached down to hold and position him to her opening. She bent down to sit on his lap slowly, sucking his cock inch my inch inside of her.

“Oh fuck, Harry,” She gasped, squeezing her walls against him. Harry quickly grabbed her hips and held her body against him. “You’re so big, I can’t—“

“You’re doing so good, lovie. Taking me so well, you are. I’m so proud of my pretty girl, you know that?” Harry wrapped his large hand around her neck and pushed her body against his chest. His lips met her ear as he whispered praising words to her. “Now be good and finish your assignment so I can fuck you to sleep, can you do that for me, baby?” He asked, sliding his hand down her stomach.

Y/N moaned and arched her back before Harry roughly tucked her back against him. “I can feel you so deep in me, Harry,” She breathed out as a layer of sweat formed on her hairline. Maybe it wasn’t such a bright idea to sit on her very attractive boyfriend’s narcisstically large cock.

“Baby, keep saying things like that and I’ll have no choice but to fuck up into you while I hold your legs apart because we both know you can’t keep them open. You love closing them around my waist and my head, don’t you?” Harry chuckled. “Can’t control them when they start shaking and then you get that tight feeling in your tummy, right here?” Harry’s free hand pressed into her abdomen while the other tightened around her neck.

She knew he was awaiting an answer, so she nodded rapidly and squirmed in his hold. “I can’t.”

“I know, baby. That’s why I take care of you so well, don’t I? I keep those legs wide open so I can push my cock all the way into you and stretch those pretty walls so good.” Without meaning to, Harry bucked his hips into her, unable to control the sensation he felt.

“Harry, don’t,” Y/N placed her hands on his thighs.

“I don’t think we’re getting out of this, Y/N,” Harry whispered, slowly thrusting himself into her, whining low ‘fucks’.

Y/N bit her lip, contemplating her decision to get off of her boyfriend and finish her work or let him have her like he knew she wanted.

She glanced at her assignment, a good amount done and waiting to be completed. Y/N felt another slow thrust into her walls and sighed. “Fine, but be quick,” she waved her papers off and leaned back into Harry. A wide smile took over his lips as he nodded at her words.

And with that, Y/N didn’t finish her assignment until 11:47 with only forty seven minutes to do it because Harry had many many rounds in him. Y/N couldn’t feel her legs nor anything between them as she laid spread out on her bed, whimpering incoherent words.

Harry on the other hand was sat on the end of the bed, stroking his red cock, making his girlfriend watch as he thrusted into his hand. His other was playing with her swollen and sensitive clit, making sure she was feeling just as euphoric as himself. Y/N was so numb that she could barely feel his fingers slap, rub, and pinch her aching area.

His mind replayed the many positions he had Y/N in and her body reacting to every sensitive touch on her body. Just the thought of the things he could do to her had his hips moving faster into his hand. His head was thrown back as another long moan left his lips.

Y/N closed her legs, still feeling his cock inside of her, even though she was watching it being beat in her boyfriend’s hand. “Why are your legs closed? Open them,” Harry demanded Y/N with his fingers still playing with her.

“I can’t,” She mumbled while a single tear left the corner of her eye.

“Y/N, open your fucking legs so I can rub your clit.” She was weak and overstimulated, but still wanted more. That feeling right before she came was extraordinary and if only her legs would open again so she could get there. “Baby, what the fuck did I just say?”

“Open my legs,” She whispered, arching her back and squeezing her thighs together from the tone her boyfriend used on her. Like only Harry knew, Y/N wasn’t as quiet and innocent as she seemed.

“So, do it,” Harry growled, slowing his strokes on his cock to focus on Y/N. “Do you need me to do it for you? Either you open them and let me finish playing with your clit nicely or you make me do it myself and I eat you out until you’re coming three more times.”

Y/N whined loudly, “I don’t have three more in me.”

“Then do as I say. Open. Your. Legs.”

With all the leftover strength she had, Y/N moved her feet farther apart to spread her legs and reveal her dripping clit. Harry’s eyes darkened as his fingers went back to their original activity.

“Good girl, Y/N. Such a good fucking girl,” Harry moaned, fastening his strokes on his cock and resting his head against the wall. “Watch me, baby. I’m so close just by looking at your pretty cunt.”

Y/N looked down between her legs at Harry playing with both himself and her area. “I’m close.” Her breath quickened. “Please, Harry.”

“It’s okay, baby. I’m always gonna take care of you,” He moaned with his eyes rolling back. His hand quickened and tightened around himself. Y/N whimpered and reached down to hold his wrist for some leverage. Her thighs began to shake as the overwhelming feeling of release crept back to her cunt.

“I’m coming, Harry,” Y/N moaned, digging her feet into her bed as her hips lifted.

“Right on my fingers, baby. I’m going lick you right off of them,” Harry forced himself to watch Y/N reach her peak before he could focus on his own. That was the kind of person Harry was around Y/N. Her release was way more pleasurable to watch than to feel his own.

With another loud moan, Y/N coated Harry’s fingers like he said as she let go. She sighed in relief with her chest moving heavily.

And before she missed it, she quickly lifted her head up to watch Harry snap his hips into his hand sloppily before come shot out of his tip and all over his hand. A deep groan followed as he tried to catch his breath.

His eyes were rested shut before they fluttered open and stared at his spent girlfriend. A wicked smile grew on his lips as he brought his juiced covered fingers to his lips and sucked each clean.

He slipped them out with a satisfied hum, “Delicious.” Y/N rolled her eyes and turned to the wall, right on the edge of sleep. “I’m gonna get a towel to clean us up, okay?” Harry leaned over her body to whisper in her ear. Y/N nodded, patting his chest.

“Thank you.”

“No problem, we should do this again sometime,” He snorted before sliding off her bed into the bathroom.

Uhh heyyyy :)

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lovisus · 11 months

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College Dramione AU🦁🐍

"Always got that nose stuck in a book Granger. Ready for our date?" Hermione startles and flips around at the sound of his voice.

"Malfoy? You’re early, I told you I needed to finish this poti-" She flicks her wrist to check the watch resting there and stops short.

"Merlin, I can’t believe I lost track of time like that.." Hermione grimly turns to the unfinished looking substance in the cauldron she’d been slaving over for an hour, and then to her boyfriend with a look of exasperarion. "It’s too pink, and its been stinking up the room. I have no idea how to fix it"

"I’ve never seen a potion defeat you like this. Would you like some help oh mighty bookworm?" Draco teases and steps forward to circle his arm around her waist. She pouts and pushes him back slightly.

"Oh ha ha. I’d love to see you try. Professor Snape only glorfies your Slytherin tush. Unfortunately the rest of us belong on his very long list of people he’ll send to detention over breathing too loud."

"Only Snape? Don’t you also glorify my tush?" Malfoy juts out his lip and tightens his grip around her. She snorts and pulls her arms around his shoulders in defeat, because of course he would only hear the part where she talks about his ass.

"Give me five more mi-" she starts to say.

"Nope, you need at least another hour to rectify that aboniation. The frog tongue is whats giving off that lovely fragrance by the way." he says and accentuates this point by wrinkling his nose.

"Oh so it’s not the sassy ferret in front of me insulting my potioneering skills?" she deadpans.

"Touché bookworm"

"I try" she grins.

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goldenbuckyyy · 1 year

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FOOL’S GOLD

Summary: A series of events between you and Harry during your situationship.

Pairings: Harry Styles x fem!Reader (Situationship)

Word count: 2kish

Warnings: Slight smut, but mostly just fun and fluff!!

A/N: Just wanted to write something a little fun. Inspired by: “Fool’s Gold” by One Direction.

All mistakes are my own. Please do not repost or translate my fics on any other site nor this one.

I appreciate any likes, reblogs, messages, and interactions.

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That one time you went to your favorite bar in town with your new boyfriend. You immediately see Harry with his frat brothers.

Your phone pings.

H: Who the hell is that? 😡

Y: lol. That would be my boyfriend, opps. It’s been a while.

H: he’s not good enough for you

Drew, your new boyfriend, had gone to get you two some more drinks when you felt the softest touch against your open back. Goosebumps erupt over your unclothed skin and you slightly smirk to yourself, tossing your hair back, and peering up at this well known person.

Harry’s hovering over you, smiling drunkenly, and he squeezes your hip. He bends down to hover his mouth over your ear. His pretty pink lips slightly touch your skin.

“Come home with me,” he whispers into your ear and you place a warm hand on his shoulder.

“I have a boyfriend now,” you say, trying not to show an interest in his demand.

“Text me when you dump his ass,” he says with a chuckle as he kisses your cheek sloppily and leaves your space to return to his frat brothers.

You roll your eyes at his comment and proceed to smile at Drew when he returns with drinks in his hands.

“What’d Harry want?” He asks with wonder, his big brown eyes half open from his buzz.

“Just buggin’. No worries,” you reply as you reach for your drink as you reach up to kiss his lips quickly.

•••

Then you broke up with your boyfriend because he ended up being a dick.

Y: i'm breaking up with my boyfriend. Can i come over after? 🥺

H: baby, you don’t even gotta ask me. I’m at chick fil a. Want your usual?

Y: yes ❤️ add me a cookie pls, I’m sad.

H: anything for youuuuu

You waited for Harry in his private room, presidential perks, and you scroll aimlessly on Twitter.

You hear the bedroom door open and Harry strolls in with a smile on his face. You smile back, tossing your phone to the side, and you rush to help him with the food.

“Got you a strawberry milkshake, too.”

You cheer and you both fumble back into the bed. Separating the food between you two and he puts Netflix on his TV.

“Greys?” He asks with a mouthful of fries, peering over at you, and you nod eagerly. Sipping on your milkshake and pulling Harry’s favorite blanket over your legs. It’s an orange blanket his mom knitted him the summer he got a full ride to UT. He told you she cried for days and he always tears up thinking about it.

You look at him with a small smile and he lazily kisses your cheek.

••

When you manage to be at the gym at the same time as him.

H: POV: you’re me and you’re looking at your hot ass sneaky link

Y: come and spot me instead of talking to every other girl here

H: don’t be jealous

Y: as if

You walk out of the gym, wiping away the sweat from your forehead, and hastily drinking from your lavender hydroflask.

Or what Harry calls ‘your emotional support hydroflask’

You’re walking back to your sorority house when you hear someone whistling behind you.

You hold onto your gym bag as you turn around on your heel and see Harry running up to you.

He wraps his arms around your waist, twirling you, and you laugh loudly as you swat his arms.

“Gross!! You’re all sweaty!!” You giggle out as he sets you down and you check him out without shame.

He’s standing in front of you wearing bright purple tiny little nike shorts, a white cut off shirt showing all his muscles in their glory, white Nike long socks, and his signature neon green adidas. Only him.

“You look hot,” you state as a smirk crosses his lips and he reaches for your hand.

“You too, baby.”

••

When you see him putting his phone number in another girls phone

Y: why are you even bothering? She couldn’t beat me on her best day.

H: you don’t gotta tell me what i already know

You feel jealous.

Of course you’re jealous. You’re watching Harry input his phone number into a pretty brunette's phone.

That night when you’re laying next to his naked body, you reach for his phone. Unlocking it with his password, you turn around to face the wall.

“What was that girl's name? The one from the gym?”

“What?” Harry asks you, still winding down from his post orgasm haze.

“The girl that put her number in your phone,” you reply as you go into his contact list.

“Oh, umm, I think it was Angie. Why?”

You search for her name as he slides his arms around you, pulling you into him, and he’s watching you now.

You click the name ‘Angie 💖’ on his phone and delete the contact.

“Heeeyyyy,” he teases you and pinches your thigh.

You lock his phone and turn your body around to hug him.

“You weren’t even going to text her.”

“I know,” he hums into your neck as he falls asleep.

••

You posted a very revealing pic of you at the beach.

H: delete that pic right now.

H: you look too fucking good. I can’t have anybody trying to steal you from me

Y: don’t worry. I’m all yours 🫶🏻

You smirk at your phone as you look down at your tiny yellow bikini and settle back into your beach chair.

“What are you smirking at?” Your best friend, Emily, asks you from the chair next to you. Peering at you over her white sun glasses.

“No one.”

•••

When he needs to make sure you’re going to his game.

H: You're coming to my game, right?

Y: Duh. I am head cheerleader. Remember?

H: did you take my jersey?

Y: *sends pic of yourself wearing his jersey in your panties*

H: holy fuck, can’t wait to fuck you after I score the winning touchdown

That night he fucks into you slow and hard as you wear his jersey.

“Get on top,” he begs as he grinds his hips into yours, squeezing the flesh around your hips.

“Okay,” you whisper back as you let out a whimper when he pulls out of you. He flops onto his back, watching you intently as you straddle his waist, aligning yourself with his throbbing dick, and letting yourself slide down onto him.

“Ohhhhhh fuckkkk,” he moans out, throwing his head back in pleasure, and you start moving slowly on top of him.

Reveling in the sight of seeing him completely vulnerable underneath you and letting you take control.

Something about this moment makes your heart thug and you hope this isn’t what you think it is.

••

He brands you.

Y: you literally fucking branded me

H: ??? 😏

Y: you know what I’m talking about

Y: *sends pic of your chest in a lilac lace bra and you’re covering in hickies*

H: oohhhhh that. Gotta brand what’s mine, obviously

•••

When he’s at the club and sees your ex.

H: I’m at rooftop Louie’s. I see your ex. Want me to punch him?

Y: yes.

Y: come over instead. Bring Taco Bell

*not even 30 seconds later*

H: ON MY WAY 🏃🏽‍♂️

You hear a knock on your door not even 15 minutes later and there’s Harry standing with a bag full of Taco Bell.

“Hi,” he says with a smile, wearing a cap backwards, but his curls are peeking out.

“Hi,” you reply with a bigger one. “There’s a change of clothes for you on the dresser.”

“God, you’re the best.”

•••

When he’s studying after practice.

H: I’m studying at the library. Bring me coffee? 🥺 From the place I like by your dorm. My treat

Y: whats in it for me?

H: I’ll do that thing you like tonight

Y: 🤝 don’t gotta tell me twice

You walk into the university library with two iced vanilla oatmilk lattes. You try to be as quiet as possible as you walk to his favorite study spot.

He instantly hears you due to the iced drinks and he peers up at you with a smile.

“Gimme,” he whispers as he reaches out for his drink with sweater paws. Wearing his favorite orange sweater and sweats. He looks so comfy.

You sit across from him, sliding his coffee to him, and then you start unpacking your notes from your backpack.

“What are you doing?” He questions as he sips his latte.

“Studying with you,” you say with a question look and a look of fondness slips over his expression.

“Really?”

“Of course.”

•••

When you were out with your friends at Lot 26.

H: come over pls. Need u 🍑

Y: im at lot 26.

H: call me when you need me to pick you up, I’ll buy us tacos

Y: okay can’t wait 🫶🏻

“Harry!!!” You yell at him as you stumble into his GMC truck’s passenger side.

“Careful, baby.” He says as he grips onto your arm for support as you giggle loudly.

He reaches over you, strapping you in, and kisses your lips.

“Missed you,” he says with a smile.

“Me too,” you say without hestitsiton.

“Tacos?” He asks as he starts to drive off.

“Tacos,” you reply as you turn to look at him.

As you watch him drive, you think you might be falling in love with him.

•••

When he meets someone that he really likes.

H: i think i like this girl. Should i go for it?

Y: you’re cheating on me??? Okay, might as well block my number now

H: stfu. I think you’d like her

Y: i won’t

H: well, you’re gonna meet her tonight

You roll your eyes at your annoyance at seeing Harry out with the girl he likes and you try your very best to ignore them.

Her name is Sarah.

And she’s gorgeous. She’s tall, so very fucking tall, long curly brown hair, big brown eyes, and olive colored skin.

They look unreal together and it makes you feel insecure.

You drown the rest of your drink when you see them coming towards you.

Her bright smile catches your attention and you try your best to mimic it back.

“Hi!” You greet them as Harry kisses you cheek.

“Y/N, this is Sarah. Sarah this is Y/N,” Harry introduces you to each other and you shake her slender hand in your own.

“Y/N! It’s so nice to finally meet you. Harry has told me so much about you,” she gushes at you.

“Has he?” You ask with an eyebrow raise.

“Of course!! Auntie Anne says he can’t shut up about you!”

“Auntie Anne?” You ask in confusion as you look at them both and Harry’s chuckling at your reaction.

Sarah looks confused, “Harry did tell you he’s my cousin, right? My mom wanted me to come check out UT especially since H comes here.”

Instant relief floods your body and you watch Harry looking at you with a teasing smirk.

“Of course he did! So how are you liking UT?”

You can’t help but smiling dumbly at Harry as his cousin starts rambling about how much she actually loves it here.

•••

When he heard your laugh in a crowded bar

H: Are you at Joeys?

Y: Are you stalking me?

H: I heard your laugh

•••

When he swore he wasn’t jealous when you bumped into each other at a frat party. You were with someone else.

H: Who's the guy?

Y: None of your business. Are you jealous?

H: You wish

H: I’m not the jealous type.

That night when he’s pounding into you from behind, gripping onto your hair, he asks, “Who the hell was that guy?”

“Just a friend,” you moan out as you hitch your leg over the bed.

He slows down for a second, reaches over you, and kisses your neck, “I’m your friend.”

“My only friend.”

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skullsuited · 8 months

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hawaiian party.

inspired by this song.

gif credit.

an fbh!era/college!au imagine full of angst, humor, smoking weed, hiding in a bathroom at a party & grief.

content warning: marijuana usage, mentions of disordered eating, feelings of loneliness & dealing with a parent’s death.

This was the first time you'd been out since your mother's death. Unwillingly so, and yet, here you were, hiding in your best friend's bathroom at a college party. How depressing of you.

Nadia, your best friend and Alpha Theta's starry-eyed sorority member, had practically pleaded on the phone with you to come out and 'let loose', because 'your mom wouldn't want you to rot in your dorm room, eating M&M's and watching reruns of Grey's Anatomy'.

You hated that she had a point. You hated that this was what your life had come to.

Nadia had also mentioned that a few of your other friends would be attending the party and they had, apparently, mentioned how much they 'missed you' and 'wanted to see you'.

How could you say no to them? If you turned them down, you would be stuck in the same bottomless pit of loneliness, grief and M&M's.

For Nadia, for your friends and for your mother's memory, you had decided to attend the party at her sorority. Many of the people there, you didn't know or really bothered to speak to. As you arrived, you noticed a few of your friends lingering around. Niall was talking to Michael and Luke, Liam and Calum were playing spin the bottle with a few strangers, Nadia was nowhere to be seen and Harry was up against a wall, a joint in between his fingers.

He had been the first one to make eye contact with you, to notice your presence. A smile pulled at his lips and before you knew it, he was chasing you upstairs to the bathroom, racing after you as you tried to ditch the scene.

Which is where you are now: in the bathroom, sitting against the tub with Harry sat next to you.

"You've been away." He breaks through the silence between you, taking a drag from the joint he'd been puffing at.

"Yeah." You reply quietly, eyes cast downward, tracing over the tile.

"How, um... how have you been..." He trails off, trying to find the right words.

"Coping?"

Harry looks at you now, emerald eyes overcome with worry and concern for your wellbeing.

"Not very well. I haven't really... haven't really eaten properly. I mean, you know my relationship with food is..."

"A rollercoaster. Been that way for a very long time. I know."

You sigh, unsure of what to say. Of course, Harry knew. Other than Nadia, he was your closest friend. You'd met in high school and were inseparable ever since. Your fingers twitch towards the joint he's holding, and he hands it to you, watching you take a drag from it.

"Your mum was a good person, Y/N. I know she fucked up a lot of things, but one thing she was truthful about was how much she loved you."

"Y'know, what the really fucked up part of that is?"

"What?"

"I don't believe she truly loved me. I mean, after everything she put me through, how can you call that love?"

"Everyone has their own version of love, Y/N. Whether we understand it or not, is completely up to us."

A half-hearted smile tugs at the right corner of your lips. Harry's very emotionally intelligent and opening up to him, even if it's surface level, is helpful.

As you hand him the joint, a question brews in your mind, "What do you think? About love, I mean."

Harry chuckles, taking the joint from you. "I'd like to think that love is a word for a feeling no one can truly describe. I don't believe it's conditional or should be tied down to a person, place or thing. Love, like any other feeling, should be felt freely. Love is part of the human experience."

"Okay, Professor." You grin, "Maybe you should be studying psychology, become a therapist."

"Mm," He hums, "What have you been up to? Besides hibernating."

"I'm watching Grey's Anatomy again."

"Again? Christ, this is the third time!"

"I'm almost done with Season 11, believe it or not."

"Jesus. Do you not get bored of looking at Jesse Williams?"

"Never."

"Is that all you've been doing?"

"What, is wasting away in my bed, anticipating the next time Dr. Jackson Avery is on my screen, not a healthy way to cope with the fact that my mother's dead?"

"You're passively grieving, Y/N. Hell, I don't even think you've allowed yourself to fully process."

"These things take time, H. I can't just piece myself back together."

"S' not what I'm getting at, love. I think you're pushing your grief to the side."

"Harry..."

"If you need a reminder that you can come to someone, that you're allowed to shoulder the burden with someone else, I'm happy to give you one. You can't go through this alone, no matter how hard you try."

"You know just what to say, don't you?"

"Maybe I should become a therapist. M' quite good at it."

"Well, in that case, should I open up now or let you get your PhD first?"

"Don't bother. Dr. Styles is in."

"In all seriousness? Thank you, H... for letting me just... be."

"Don't have to thank me, love. M' always here. Now, why don't we get out of here, smoke a bowl in my car and get you a cheeseburger?"

"Sounds good to me, Styles."

Harry stands, the joint he'd been holding in between his fingers had burnt out. He tosses it in the trash bin near the toilet, before holding his hand out for you to take. You smile up at him, taking ahold of it.

Exiting the bathroom, you both weave through the party and head out into the night.

If there's anything your mom would have wanted for you, it was to have someone like Harry. Harry was supportive, thoughtful. He knew you better than you knew yourself and, at times, you were grateful for that.

With death, comes life. With life, comes love.

Perhaps, Harry would open your eyes to that.

You had hope that he would. That he will.

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alwaysxlarrie · 10 months

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you give me feelings that i adore by @alwaysxlarrie / alwaysxlarrie

T+Up | Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson | 7.6k

"Harry doesn’t mean to fall in love with Louis’ scent when they first meet after the Alpha joins Harry's study group, but after Harry leaves a sweater behind by accident and it comes back smelling like Louis, he can’t really help it. Nor can he really help continuing to leave his things behind in hopes that Louis will take them home and drench them in his wonderful, mouth-watering scent. He just has to hope Louis will play along.

Or, 5 times Louis scents Harry's things and the 1 time Harry returns the gesture."

written for the @1daboficfest :)

**all pictures used were found on pinterest, aside from the library & beanie pics! if any of these are your photos & you want direct credit or for me to remove them & use other photos, no worries, just lmk!!**

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missluckycharms · 1 year

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College!Harry would 100% be terrified of periods 🫢

he’d lose his mind …

Harry has never seen such a thing before.

His eyes are wide, body frozen in time as he looks down at his bed sheets that y/n offered to take off and stuff into the laundry hamper for him, saying she’d bring it down to the laundry mat later.

He didn’t mean to stumble upon this, he was just looking for a t shirt he possibly could of thrown into the hamper by accident — he’s regretting his decision now, because what he has found, will truly change his life forever (so he says).

“It’s a crime scene, a bloody fucking crime scene.”

He whispers to himself, clutching the sheets with a small patch of blood soaked into it, his body dropping it once he realises he’s still holding it. He looks around, as if he’s doing something he shouldn’t be and as if someone is going to catch him at this so called crime scene.

He walks out of his dorm bathroom quietly, eyes slightly wide as he enters his small bedroom, Y/N laying down on his bed chuckling at something she’s watching on her laptop that’s propped up on her thighs by a pillow.

She looks normal.

“Y/N.” Harry says, finally working up the courage to speak, he’s fidgety and he’s not looking at her properly, his eyes darting from her once she looks up at him.

“You okay? Y’look like you’ve seen a ghost-“

“I can’t go to prison.” He cuts her off, standing his ground as she looks at him as if he’s not speaking English, confusion laced on her features.

“I know … I know that this … us … is so great … so fucking great … but, I just … I just can’t go to prison for you!” He blurts out, slightly worried as she keeps staring at him.

“Harry, what on earth are you talking about? Why are you going to prison?” She laughs, watching as he shakes his head before kneeling down on the floor next to the bed where she’s sat.

“See that’s the thing, I am not going. You hear me? Whatever happens I will not go down for this. I’m sorry to throw you under the bus like this, but I just can’t.” He talks on and on, working himself up.

“What have I done? Harry, you’re not making sense, I’m worried. Is your concussion worse than we thought?” She’s so worried now, looking into his eyes as he just shakes his head.

“I found the evidence, the … the … sheets.” He sighs out, sounding as if he’s discovered her biggest secret.

“Harry-“

“I’ll visit you in prison I promise-“

“Harry!” She yells with a laugh, covering her hands over his as she brings him back out of whatever rant he was on.

“I got my period, I stained your sheets and I was going to wash them for you.” Harrys head whips up at her words, looking at her with a furrow in his brow.

“So you didn’t ki-“

“No, and no one’s going to prison.” She calms him down, trying to hide her laugh as he sighs in relief.

“Thank fuck, I thought I was about to be involved in something so bad.”

“It’s just my period, that’s all.” She kisses his forehead, his curls a mop on his head as she laughs quietly into them.

“Why didn’t you just tell me?” He asks, she’s the one to sigh and get nervous now.

“Because I didn’t know if you’d want me around while I’m on it.” She admits, his head lifting up to look at her as she looks away from him.

“Heartbreaker, I always want to be around you. Besides, we can just whack down a towel and go at it as normal!” He says happily, causing her to roll her eyes as she laughs.

“Are you always thinking about sex?”

“With you, yes, of course.” He says as if it’s a well known fact amongst everyone.

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thestoryofusstan · 2 months

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new oneshot soon!!

#harry styles #harry styles x reader #harry styles fic #harry styles imagine #harry styles oneshot #harry styles one shot #harry #harry fic #harry styles au #harry styles fluff #college au #college!harry

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ellieswifie · 9 months

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︿︿ ੈ[ 🎬 ] ༉‧₊˚✧

SHE’S A GOOD GIRL !

she such a good girl

meet me in the hallway - exgf!ellie x reader TUESDAY AUG 8 | POSTED after a messy break up with ellie williams, you’ve tried your best to distance yourself from her and her drama. but running into each other at a college party, doesn’t seem to turn in your favor... sign of the times - college!ellie x reader ON HOLD | 4PM EST after years of disallowing yourself to fall in love, you meet ellie williams, who is just as lost and hopeless as you. you both seem to hit it off quick and enjoy each other’s appearances, but are you ready to fall in love? will you ever learn how to love like you use to… carolina - rockstar!ellie x goodgirl!reader ON HOLD | 4PM EST ellie williams meets you, an innocent good girl at a nice bar downtown. the two of you spend the entire night tangled in each others arms, with little to no information about each other. but months past having no contact between you two, except a rumored song about you by non other than your one night stand… two ghost - highschoolbsf!ellie x reader ON HOLD | 4PM EST ellie williams has been in love with you since freshman year of high school. and you’ve been in love with her too. but now that your senior year is wrapping up, and college is around the corner, time is running out. but neither of you will admit your feelings... sweet creature - farm!ellie x reader TBD | 4PM EST after seattle, you and ellie have found it difficult to put the past in the past, and move on together. you both care a lot for each other but the longer the two of you you guys stay together, the more you feel disconnected… only angel - gf!ellie x reader TBD | 4PM EST being hopelessly in love with you, like ellie williams is, consists of teasing and praising. ellie williams wants you and wants you to be only hers. her only angel… kiwi - volleyball!ellie x reader SATURDAY AUG 26 | POSTED you and ellie williams are enemies in public and on the court, but certainly not in private. you’ve made ellie not only turned in the head, but completely lost for you. but how can you fall hopelessly for the one girl you hate most in the world, your enemy on the other side of the net…

ever since new york - modern!ellie x reader TBD | 4PM EST you and ellie williams were the perfect couple, high school sweethearts many would say. but ever since a messy break up, you two distanced yourself from one another, leaving unspoken feelings. but what happens when you see each other years later, still with unresolved feelings… woman - jealousbsf!ellie x reader TBD | 4PM EST you and your boyfriend have been dating for a few months, nothing too serious, but you both clearly care and long for each other. but your best friend ellie williams clearly disagrees with this relationship. her jealousy instincts grow as she thinks about things he does that she can’t. but who really cares, she’s just your best friend... from the dining table - exgf!ellie x reader TBD | 4PM EST how would you feel watching your first love, first everything move on so fast after your messy break up. well you feel like shit. ellie williams and cat look happy, and you just have to deal with it, because your not a the crazy ex. but how would you feel knowing your first love misses your calls… she’s a good girl she feels so good

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angelsanddaisies · 2 years

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College!Harry x Fairy!Reader (Autumn Themed)

Warnings: None…yet

Summary: Y/N is a fairy. From her home in the clouds, she hears wishes and grants them. Then, she hears after granting hundreds of wishes over the years, she hears the specific wish she's always been waiting for, the one from her soulmate. Harry is an awkward, shy college freshman when his wish is granted with the appearance of his soulmate. Y/N. She's perfect. Out of this world. But for how long will she be able to stay in this world with Harry?

Full Story will be 18+.

Posting teaser for feedback!

Harry was in the midst of a breakdown. He was failing his classes, on the verge of losing his football scholarship with how many games he’d fumbled. His roommates/teammates were annoyed with him on all fronts. They resented him for his performance and just plain disliked him. He could feel it. Taste their distaste each time he came home, entered the living room, and went to the kitchen. Their conversations would be quiet. They would plan movie nights without him. Go to parties he wasn’t invited to. Harry felt like a loner. So tired of trying to appear altogether. Trying to gain the respect of his roommates, his classmates, his coach. He’d made the mistakes of dozing off in lecture earlier that day and his professor had made sure to make an example out of him. It was mortifying. All those curious, judging eyes turned on him in that huge lecture hall.

So there he sat, on his favorite hill, the one outlooking his small New England hometown. It was Thanksgiving and he was due home hours ago. He’d arrived on time but just couldn’t bring himself to walk through the door. He was ashamed. He was a twenty year old freshman, struggling to make friends. Harry had struggled in school and it had taken him an extra year to complete it. After that, he’d taken a year to buff up his resume, trying to get into a good college. He’d succeeded, even landing a scholarship. Harry had thought things were going to change for him. That it was his turn to start winning. He didn’t want to look his parents in the eye and have to lie to them. That nothing was really all that different. He was flunking out no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn’t get anything right. He had no friends. Nothing good to say. No funny stories or adventures.

He sighed, his stomach sinking at the sight of the sun touching the horizon. He’d stalled as long as he could. The sky was so clear, the moon was visible in the daylight. “I wish I could just have one thing. One thing that’s mine. One thing I’m good at. Or maybe just one person who doesn’t think I’m a complete ass. I’m so tired of being lonely.”

A gust of wind blew the fallen leaves into a spiraling mess, surrounding Harry, whipping against his cheeks. He felt something between the leaves, something strong, like a burst of energy bellowing through him. And then it was over.

Harry breathed heavily, spooked over the weird wind. He stood up and walked over to his truck but not before dusting off his pants and zipping up his jacket.

He got in the car almost mechanically. Seatbelt. Start the car. Put it in drive. He turned in his seat to get a look at the road when he saw it. Noticed her.

A hoarse sound expelled from his throat as he slammed on the breaks. He stared at her. The stranger sitting next to him.

“Hullo…” She said, smiling shyly. Harry regarded her, too shocked to speak. She was breathtaking. Her cheeks round, her lips full. Her hair pulled into an adorable half-pony, messy with spirals framing her face. She was so… bright. Glowing. Literally. Her energy was faintly visible, a baby pink glow that surrounded her form.

She peered up at him, shifting towards him in her seat. “Are you alright? Harry?”

Her eyes were a vibrant color he’d never seen. She wore a gingham pattern dress, it was shimmery with a square neck bodice that led into a flowy skirt. She looked like a dream. His dream girl.

On a subconscious note, Harry knew he was making a fool out of himself. He was eyeing her with his mouth agape. She appeared concerned with the way her brows furrowed.

“I-I What are you doing in my car? How do you know my name?”

She smiled then and the sight made his heart stutter.

“I’m here because you called for me, silly.” She shook her head at him, laughing.

“I-I didn’t call for anyone. Who are you?”

“Oh! Right. They mentioned that I might need to do an introduction. Sorry, I was just so excited to finally be needed.” She sat up on her knees, the slit of her dress revealing more skin than Harry needed to see, especially since he was unexpectedly attracted to a stranger who knew his name and broke into his car.

“I’m Y/N.”

Y/N offered Harry the back of her hand. He eyed it suspiciously. Afraid to touch her, not because he was afraid she’d disappear and his fantasy would end abruptly.

“Y/N… Why are you in my car? Were you trying to steal it? Do you need money?” He spoke slowly, pinching the inside of his wrist repeatedly. He was definitely awake.

Y/N tilted her head, confused. Why would he ask her that? Are all humans so distrusting?

“I’m not a thief. I’m your wish.”

“My wish…” Harry tasted the words in his mouth.

“I’m your wish. You’re my person.” She smiled at him as if he were a four year old that just asked if humans drank air.

“I don’t understand.”

She frowned then, “Well, if you had just kissed my hand when I gave it to you then you would understand.”

“How is kissing your hand going to change the fact that you are a potentially dangerous stranger who broke into my car?”

Y/N blinked at him and simply offered the back of her hand once more.

“This is insane. Get out of my car. Please.” He added the please as an afterthought. Even though this girl was definitely a con artist, he still didn’t want to be rude. How ridiculous is that?

She waited, her hand awkwardly outstretched toward him. Looking into her eyes, he felt a pull. Suddenly, he needed to do whatever she wanted. Anything to make her happy.

Before he realized what he was doing , his mouth kissed her hand. A spark jolted through him, a tingling sensation that traveled to his chest and began to flow through him. His mind raced, landing on a single notion. Y/N.

He pulled back. All logic pointed against it and yet his heart, his soul was screaming at him Y/N Y/N Y/N. She was his… His.

He blinked at her, overwhelmed with these new feelings that urged him to pull her close and embrace her. She grinned at him, noting his awestruck expression.

“You’re my wish…”

She nodded enthusiastically, bouncing with excitement.

“Y/N…I still don't understand but I… know I can trust you. Like I know you. Why?” Harry looked down to see his own skin was emitting a glow similar to Y/N’s. His was pastel green. He should be sacred. Terrified. Instead he felt at peace.

“I’m a star. The daughter of the Sun and the Moon. I’ve been waiting for my person all my life and it's you. You must have looked towards the sky and made a wish because I heard you. We’re soulmates now.”

xx. Daisy

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cwrotes · 10 months

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hard liquor mixed with a bit of intellect ; larry

college au | slice of life | 4.7.k

summary: “harry and louis have only met a couple of times thanks to a friend they have in common. now they go to this party where they don't know anyone and decide to give each other a chance. or where louis gets invited to a party by a friend who never shows up, and spending the night with a curly guy he vaguely recognizes is better than anything else.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

"Do we know each other?" questions the curly-haired man suddenly, with the same impression of the biotech student and doubt shimmering in the tenuousness of his features.

He has cocked his head to the right, so now one of his brown ripples falls deliberately down the side of his forehead.

"I think so," Louis replies absently, his tongue tingling around his words and his mind racing as he tries to figure out where they've met before.

So, he thinks, arduously, and the boy does too judging by the way he presses his thumb under his jaw and his forefinger spreads across the pinkish valley of his wet lips.

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fanficbarbie · 4 months

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❝karma❞ faceclaims

main characters

Rowan Bouvier

Harry Styles

Audrey Koch

D.Q. (Dallas-Quinn) Vanderbilt

Olivia Astor

Kiernan Tate

side characters

William Serrano

Gabrielle Carr

Liberty Washington

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dorians-daughter · 1 year

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WOW ! i finished the chapter finally. Harry and Louis end up at the same part (you know what happens next ;)

#larry fanfiction #larry stylinson #fanfic #harry styles #liam payne #louis tominson #niall horan #fanfics #zayn malik #ao3 #one direction #smut #angst #college au #alternate universe #partying

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msgroupieluv · 2 years

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Boyfriend (L.S)

Summary: Harry is absolutely miserable over Louis new boyfriend. Harbouring a year long crush on his best friend Louis Tomlinson, he planned to share how he felt during their upcoming study date held every Sunday evening. That was until Louis so casually brought up his new boyfriend causing a thick tension between the two.

This stirs up trouble and the bitterest of feelings within poor Harry. Heart broken, he swears he can be a much better boyfriend if given the chance. Set out on a mission, Harry decides there’s still time to change Louis’ mind if he just tries hard enough. Will this push the two apart? The last thing Harry wants is to ruin anything for Louis, but he can’t help wanting to prove himself. Bitter and tense arguments push Harry into a corner as he wonders just how worth it any of this is if he can’t have Louis.

Pairing: Harry Styles x Louis Tomlinson

Warnings: mentions of abuse, violence, alcohol consumption

Authors note: I’m so excited to get this written and posted 😭 I know I’m only just getting started on here, I just have had quite the flow of ideas lately. I’m trying my hardest but I have a feeling this one is going to be my favourite by far to write! Also I’m totally open to constructive criticism, any kind of feedback makes me happy. I’ll be posting my first chapter of this here and on my Wattpad very soon! I do my own editing and once overs, so it might take me a minute. Hopefully this little description is good though! This is loosely based around me jamming out to I Wish and I Would. 😂

#harry edward styles #harry styles #louis tomlinson #louis tommo #one direction #larry stylinson #larry is life #university #college au #alternate universe #uni au #artsy louis #1d era

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finelinebean · 10 months

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I say your name in hopes you hear it in the stars: Chapter One

It was around 10:30 last time Louis checked, and he’s outside on the terrace, dancing around to the music that’s bleeding through the open door. There are a few other people out here, and Louis’s sure they’re all as drunk as he is. Or on something at least. Louis laughs too loudly and it sounds like everyone else joins in. They all laugh at nothing and smile as wide as they can. It feels good to forget. It feels good to remember how to feel good. Every time Louis goes for a while without drinking he forgets this. He should do it more often.

Liam comes over to him and Louis can feel his arms snake around his waist from behind. He kisses him on the cheek and Louis giggles.

"I feel good," Louis tells him, turning around and hugging him. Louis feels like he could cry. It's the first time in a long time he hasn't had to think about anything. He’s just here. Just living. And Louis knows it’s because of the alcohol. And he knows it’s because he feels safe in his own apartment. And he knows it’s because Liam is here. But regardless, it’s an amazing feeling.

Liam looks at him, his eyes glassy too. Louis knows he's proud.

"I'm so happy for you, Lou." he breathes, pulling him in for another hug.

Liam is the only one who knows everything about Louis. The only living person. He knows how Louis feels. Or how Louis doesn't feel, more like. They have a safeword, one Louis had with his mom too. When one of them says the safeword, they drop everything and run to them, no matter what. It makes Louis feel safe. It's one of the only things that does, nowadays.

The music feels so nice in his ears. It feels like it's moving him. Louis likes being drunk. He tries to take another drink from his cup but it's empty. He frowns and looks at Liam, thinking about asking him to make him another, but he seems preoccupied with that blonde guy in the corner again.

Louis lets out a small huff and goes back inside. He looks all over the drink table for something that matches the color of the drink he had before. It was an amber color, but a little cloudy. And sour.

"Want to try this?" Louis hears a voice echo behind him. "You seem lost."

He just nods his head and takes the drink from the faceless person. Louis downs it in one gulp again and he feels amazing. Invincible, really. He gives them back the cup and turns around to go back out to the deck.

"Woah, wait." the voice starts again, and a hand pulls his shoulder. "You shouldn't go outside dressed like that, it's like forty degrees out. You'll catch a cold."

"No I-I won't. I'm hot. Really hot. It’s hot in here. I was just out there." Louis argues, squinting his eyes and feeling annoyed. He feels a rush of cold air as the door to the terrace opens again, and just as he’s about to escape, the voice's hand moves down to his and pulls him out of the way.

Louis is pulled into a random chest and lets out a huff. He feels his brain rattling around in his skull and takes a breath. He looks up at the person and he can’t even make out what color hair they have. Everything is blurry. But he can’t ignore the feeling that’s igniting inside him. He hasn’t had a hookup in what’s felt like forever. He needs a distraction.

“Cm’ere,” Louis says, pulling the faceless being toward the direction of his room. He unlocks it clumsily and they both stumble inside. He pushes them against the door and immediately locks his lips with theirs. It takes them a moment to respond, but their lips begin moving in sync with Louis’ and he grins.

Hands reach around his waist and Louis grabs them both in an instant, pinning them to the door behind them. Louis moves to kiss the stranger’s jaw and down to their neck, biting and sucking small love bites around their clavicle. Their skin is clammy, but it’s smooth and soft underneath. Louis creeps down to his knees and begins unbuckling their belt, feeling a noticeable bulge.

“Woah, woah. You okay?” the voice says, pushing Louis away on his forehead. Louis immediately pouts and looks up at him.

“Please?” Louis whines, still palming him in his jeans.

“I-I mean, sure. If you want to." he breathes. Louis giggles and starts to take his belt off and unzip his jeans.

He’s wearing soft underwear, but Louis only notices it for a second before tugging them down his legs along with his jeans. His erection springs up and Louis smiles to himself.

Louis immediately grabs the base and gives a long, languid stroke up to the tip. He’s still not fully hard, but Louis knows he’ll get there. He hears the stranger groan and he lets out a chuckle. Without warning, Louis takes his tip in his mouth and begins circling his tongue around it, tasting his precum and groaning.

“Shit-” the faceless person breathes, and that encourages Louis to take more of him in his mouth. He reaches all the way down, his nose brushing against the skin of the stranger’s stomach. Louis moans at the feeling of him hitting the back of his throat, and the stranger grabs the back of his head, keeping him there. Tears form in his eyes and Louis relishes the feeling. To cry from something physical instead of emotional is a change for him. He lets them fall out the corners of his eyes and focuses on his breathing.

Louis hears the door open, but he couldn’t give less of a shit. He’s fully clothed. It’s the stranger who should be worried. But something tells Louis he doesn’t care either.

“Oh, uh. Sorry.”

Louis rolls his eyes and reaches in front of himself, pushing the door shut quickly, with the stranger still down his throat. He moves his tongue around skillfully over and over again, knowing just how to break him down. Louis looks up at him and for the first time, some of his features are noticeable. His cheeks are flushed and his bottom lip is taken in between his teeth. He catches Louis looking at him and groans.

“Fuck yes,” he moans out, his hands raking through Louis’s hair and gently tugging. It’s not a rough gesture, it feels genuine. Louis just blinks and keeps his eyes on him, moving the root of his tongue around the vein at the underside of the stranger’s length slowly. Louis can feel him fall apart in front of him.

“I’m gonna come.” the stranger chokes out. Louis smiles and pulls back slowly, focusing on his tip again. He feels the backs of the strangers’ legs shake and goes down all the way for a final time.

Louis’s nose tickles from the hair of the stranger’s stomach, but then he’s distracted by cum shooting down his throat.

Good.

Louis pulls himself back and the stranger’s cock flops out of his mouth. He looks up at him with a smile and lazy eyes. He’s still drunk and everything is hazy.

“What’s your name?” the stranger grunts, zipping his jeans up.

“Louis.”

Louis lies on his side on the floor and feels his eyelids get heavy. The stranger stalks out of the room and Louis sighs, holding his arms crossed over his chest. He just needs to rest for a second.

"Louis!” he hears Liam call, pounding on his door. He sits up quickly and looks around, feeling dizzy. He doesn’t know how long he was out. He gets up on his knees and opens the door, peering out at Liam waiting there expectantly. “I was looking for you, Lou. I think you've had enough, man."

Louis whines and shakes his head. "No. I was having fun. I want more. I want to forget. You know that." he suddenly feels devastated.

Liam pulls him up and into a hug and whispers to a person behind Louis. He sniffles into Liam’s neck and pulls back. "I think you need to go to bed, Lou. Things are ending anyway."

Liam takes his hand and leads him back to his bed. Louis falls onto it backwards and looks up at the ceiling. It's spinning and he feels nauseous. He gets up quickly and runs into the bathroom. He barely makes it, and thanks god that the toilet seat was open. Liam is right behind him, rubbing his back as he empties his stomach into their toilet.

“Is he okay?” Louis hears a familiar voice ask.

“Yes, he’s fine. Don’t worry. I’ll take care of him. Just leave.” Liam says as he rubs Louis’s back. He whispers something, but Louis can't hear him. He just wants to feel numb again.

❈ ❈ ❈

"Mr. Tomlinson, if you can't stay awake for my class, I suggest you switch to the evening session. This course is required for all performance majors."

Louis slowly opens his eyes and immediately wishes he hadn't. Professor Young is staring at him from over his glasses, expecting him to say something. Louis mumbles a quick apology, realizing he’s the last to leave, and hurries out.

"Mr. Tomlinson," he calls after him. "Is everything okay? Partied too hard last night?” Louis could tell he was trying to make him feel better, even chuckling after he made his comment, but it wasn't the slightest bit funny to him. Louis nods, pulling the strap for his bag even farther up his shoulder, and walks out of the classroom, quickly out of the building onto the sidewalk. He pulls out a cigarette and lights it with ease.

"Hey Lou, what happened? Everyone left a while ago."

Louis jumps slightly, startled, but then sees Liam on a bench a few feet away. "Hey, fell asleep. Thanks for waiting for me though." Louis takes a drag and looks up at Liam as he walks over to him.

"Oh, I didn't even realize, I thought you just stayed after to talk to your professor. Do you just want to go home and nap?" Liam asks, sympathy crossing his face.

"I can't right now, I have to go meet with the career office about that new job I'm taking. And it’s my own fault I’m tired anyway."

"Louis," Liam huffs "The job at Tom’s is already too much, obviously, you're falling asleep in class."

"It’s the first day of classes and I got hungover last night, okay? It won’t be like this all the time. I don't have any other choice, anyway. I need to make money, there are three more semesters to pay for. Tom’s is only on the weekends anyway."

"Why don’t you give viola lessons?" he questions, as if he doesn't already know the answer.

"I told you, Liam, I can’t do that with my schedule this semester. Besides, I don’t even have my degree yet. No one will want to take lessons from me." Louis mumbles nonchalantly, checking his watch. "I have to go, I have that meeting now."

"Wait! Are you still on for hosting the party on Friday?"

Louis rolls his eyes only because he knows Liam can't see him, he had already turned to start walking. Louis taps off his cigarette and throws it on the ground, twisting his shoe over it. "I don't know. We just had a party last night. And it's my only Friday off for who knows how long, Liam." he sighs, facing Liam again.

"Exactly! Spend it getting trashed!" he exclaims as if it were obvious. It does sound tempting.

"Only if there are some hot guys there." Louis shrugs, reasoning with him. Louis turns back around and walks away.

Liam eyes Louis as he leaves, only offering a wave. Louis turns his head back slightly, telling him he’ll see him at home later tonight, then makes his way back inside and to the career services office.

Louis knocks on the office with the label "Jessica Coleman: Career Services Director," He’s only spoken to Jessica over email, but she seems nice enough. The door opens and a small woman pokes her head out, her eyebrows up.

"Ms. Coleman? We have a meeting?" Louis means for it to come out as a declarative statement, but due to his nervousness, it sounds like a question.

"Yes, yes, come on in. Lewis, right?" she asks.

“Louis.”

"Alright, Louis. This will only take a minute, nothing special."

Louis makes his way inside and puts his bag down, sitting in a chair across from her desk.

"So you're here about the babysitting position, correct?" she asks, and Louis nods along, watching as she inputs information into her computer. "The family is very thankful that a male was willing to take the position, not a lot of our male students are interested in babysitting, and they specifically wanted one. But the family lives in the neighborhood, they have two young children," she says. Louis nods and smiles at her.

"Well, I'm happy to help out. I love kids," Louis tells her. He’s not lying, necessarily. He really does like kids, he practically raised all of his siblings, but to be honest, if he didn't need the money he would much rather stay in his apartment and sleep instead of having yet another responsibility.

"Okay so I will give your number to the Kohler family, and they should be in contact with you either today or tomorrow. Sorry to make you come all the way up here, but we have to meet in person to make everything official," she says, handing Louis a clipboard with a paper for him to sign on it. "This is just a standard agreement for the Columbia Babysitting Program, it's not that big of a deal, it just says that you acknowledge that you're an extension of the school and that you will uphold our values as an institution in the home of the family you're working for."

Louis nods along blindly, feeling himself falling asleep as she keeps speaking. He haphazardly signs his name and dates the paper before giving it back to her, saying his goodbyes, and leaving her office. It all seemed to happen in an instant, and before he knew it he was dragging himself to the library to get some work done.

Louis used to think being a performance major would exempt him from the monotonous parts of college, research papers, problem sets, essays. But of course not, they have just as much as anyone else. But since it’s the first day, all Louis is doing is printing out some sheet music and taking notes. His duets course is in half an hour, so he looks over those pieces first. He’s already played both of the Mozart duets listed on the syllabus before, but it still helps to review. He prints out the sheet music he’ll need for ensemble performance later in the afternoon, too, knowing he won’t have time between classes.

Then he takes some time and listens to the sonata he’s going to be playing this semester, familiarizing himself with its rhythm and cadence, following along in his sheet music, and making markings wherever he sees fit. Louis will spend more time with the sonata, of course, because it’s his solo piece and it gives him a chance to shine individually. His duets course, however, is going to require collaboration. It’s not that Louis doesn’t enjoy collaboration; it’s such a huge part of music and there’s no getting around it. He would rather just mess up on his own than bring someone else down with him. Or have someone else bring him down.

Louis furiously makes his way through the left-hand fingerings at the beginning of the allegro part, and he’s exhausted, wishing he was at home. There’s no reason for him to do this all in the library, really, except he knows Liam is home right now, and as soon as he gets there he’s going to ask him a million questions about the party. He just needs to focus on something else instead of Liam-sanctioned socialization. Louis wouldn’t mind if people came over to their place, truly, he would just lock himself in his room and relax. But knowing Liam, he’d strongarm him out into the party to greet everyone and “enjoy” it.

Louis would rather just hook up with some guy or girl there, which is hopefully what happens. It’s something to get his mind off of the social aspect of things. He’s a lot better at sucking a guy off than asking about his home life. So he likes to stick to what he knows.

Louis decides to pack up his things and go to class early, forgoing taking any more notes for now. He stops by the cafeteria and gets a small coffee first, finishing it in the elevator down to the first floor, not even flinching. He just needs a boost, he wasn’t looking for flavor.

The coffee cup is discarded outside of the theater, he knows all food and drinks are prohibited, technically. It’s only because it’s the first day though, as soon as the professor caves and brings in a coffee to class they’ll know they can as well. It usually happens around the third or fourth week of classes.

Louis sits somewhere in the middle of the conglomerate of seats. Not too close to the front, not too far back. He just wants to be average. Louis likes to let his playing speak for itself, he doesn’t have to suck up to professors or pretend like he doesn’t care to shock people. He just loves music, it’s nothing spectacular.

More people file in as Louis shuffles through the playlist he made this morning. He’s really only looking for one song, but he keeps shuffling the playlist until he finds it.

Brand New City by Mitski finally comes up in the queue and Louis smiles to himself. It usually pumps him up for class and is a departure from the music he normally listens to. He usually listens to more ambient or soft music, because he uses it as a distraction, but Louis has a soft spot for Mitski. She has a song for every mood, and Brand New City is perfect for the first day of one of the most important semesters of his college career.

Louis switches the playlist to repeat, takes out one earphone, and leans back in the auditorium chair. The music is only coming through his left ear now, but Louis doesn’t want to risk missing when the professor comes in.

Louis feels someone move behind him and he squeezes his eyes together tighter. Then their hands are in his hair and Louis sits up, whipping his head around to look at them.

His wide eyes meet a pair of dark brown ones that he recognizes, and he feels relief. Followed immediately by annoyance, of course.

“Hey, Louis! Fancy seeing you here,”

Louis rolls his eyes and faces forward again “Yeah, not like all of us have been waiting for this course all summer.”

“You said it, not me,” she giggles. Louis hates the way Tara giggles. She giggles like that right before she comes too, it’s repulsive.

They hooked up once freshman year and now she thinks they’re the best of friends. She wasn’t even good in bed, so Louis has no idea what gave her the impression that he was interested in her in any capacity. But he thinks he was one of the first guys she was with sexually, so that might play into things.

“Did you have a good summer?” she asks Louis, sitting directly behind him.

“Yeah. Did you?” he responds begrudgingly, not wanting to be rude. Her father pays a lot of money for her to go to this school because lord knows she would not have gotten in on her musical merits alone. As much as she annoys him, having a connection with her is a good thing for his career. But Louis can only fake so much.

“Of course! I was in the Hamptons for most of it, so that was fun. But honestly, I’m kind of bored of that place now, so I’m glad I’m back in my apartment.”

That’s the other thing about Tara. She has the most gorgeous apartment on the Upper West Side. Louis’s willing to admit that. She lives there on her own, believe it or not. But she has a hired cleaning service, chef, and someone to buy her groceries. Louis’s not sure what she does all day, since she doesn’t work, but he guesses when you have the time you find things to do.

Her apartment is a penthouse, naturally, in a building with, not one, but two doormen who wear tuxedos. She has twenty-four-hour security and a key to a special elevator that’s only for her.

Louis observed this all on his way up to her apartment that one time freshman year, and even though it was brief, a place like that is hard to forget.

Louis nods, pretending like he heard what she said after she mentioned her apartment, and his focus is shifted to the stage. Thank god. The professor, he’s assuming, walks up the stairs and lays her bag down beside the grand piano on the stage. She sits at the piano bench and looks up at the crowd.

“I’ll give everyone a few more minutes, it’s the first day.”

Louis smiles at her kindness, something not usually afforded in the music department. He remembers arriving late to my first ensemble rehearsal by three minutes. The whole ensemble was already tuned and the professor made him tune his viola by himself in front of everyone, as the concertmaster held an A until Louis was finished. It was humiliating. He’s never arrived less than twenty minutes early to a class after that.

More people file in all at once, probably coming from another course that just finished. It’s a group of people Louis doesn’t recognize. He more or less knows everyone else, as they’ve been in the same program for two years already, but this group looks unfamiliar. Although maybe he shouldn’t judge, he certainly doesn’t make an effort to get to know anyone.

“Alright, let’s get going, then. Okay?” The professor says from the small stage, standing up from her spot on the piano bench. Louis only needs to turn my neck up slightly to look at her, the stage isn’t that high off the ground.

“So, just to make sure everyone is in the right course, this is Performance 322: Duets. If you’re in the wrong place, it was a pleasure to have you. If you’re in the right place, here we go!”

Louis laughs lightly along with some other students. This professor seems like a normal person, another rarity when you’re studying music.

“My name is Professor Hart. You can call me Professor Hart, Dr. Hart, Erin, whatever you want. I’m not tenured so I don’t really think I have a say.”

She claps her hands together once in finality, and sits down on the edge of the stage, her legs hanging off casually.

“I grew up in Indiana, went to Juilliard, and I’ve been working with chamber ensembles and other groups around the city for the years since then. But I do love to teach, especially about the beauty of musical coalescence. So that’s why I’m here. I want to teach you all how to coalesce. Not into one big group, because I’m sure you’re familiar with that in your ensemble courses. This course is designed to be completed in pairs, as the title suggests, and we will be doing things a little differently this semester.”

Louis gulps as he catches Professor Hart looking right at him. It’s not surprising, as he’s pretty much exactly in her eye line, but it’s still unnerving.

“This semester, both viola and violin performance students are enrolled in the same section, as I’m sure a few of you gathered. We will be working in pairs, one of each instrument, for the duration of the semester. I have assigned each pair a piece, which you will prepare for a grade. In addition, there will be an opportunity for the most collaborative and coalesced pairing to perform a piece with the ensemble of first-year students.”

Shit.

Louis doesn’t know any violinists. And there’s a reason, sure, but now it’s coming to bite him in the ass. Violinists are stuck-up, ruthless, and condescendingly technical. It’s like they know their instrument will sound beautiful no matter what. They have no musicality. They’ve never had to work for their instrument to sound gentle and harmonious. They don’t get it. Louis would rather swallow glass than coalesce with a violinist for an entire semester.

“Okay, now, the groups!” Professor Hart says, standing up on the stage again. “When I call your first name, please come on up to the stage. Do not bring anything. Phones at your seats, please.”

There is a small chorus of groans and Louis rolls his eyes at how dependent these people are. He sits idly while listening to the names. She’s surprisingly pronouncing them all right. All of the ones Louis knows, at least.

“Harry and Lewis,” says Professor Hart, gesturing to an open space on the stage. There it is. Louis gets up from his seat and moves swiftly out of the row. Louis feels someone behind him as he makes his way up the stairs of the stage. Louis goes over to the spot that Professor Hart gestured to and gives her a polite nod. She moves on to the next pairing and Louis feels a presence next to him that he refuses to look at.

“You lied.” whispers the presence next to him.

Louis jumps back and bumps into a shoulder. Louis turns his head and narrows his eyes at his partner.

“Excuse me?” Louis forces out quietly, his teeth clenched.

“You told me your name was Louis, not Lewis.” the man says, smirking.

“What? I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Louis tells him, turning back to the front of the stage as Professor Hart calls up the final group.

“Sure you do, you were the one begging to suck my cock last night.”

Louis whips his head to the side, his mouth open in shock at this stranger’s candor. He just meets Louis’ eyes and smiles, placing a hand on his lower back.

“Close your mouth, love, the professor’s speaking.”

Louis follows his directions and turns back to Professor Hart. He missed the beginning of her sentence.

“-in November, and then the final performances will be in December, as is customary. I will email each pair the sheet music arrangement of your given duet, as well as post the sheet music for the Bruch Concerto.”

Some students nod along, and Louis follows suit, pretending that he heard her whole sentence. The man’s hand is still on his lower back and Louis can feel his flesh searing into the fabric of his shirt against his will. Louis rolls his shoulders back, hoping he gets the hint.

He does not.

“So that’s it for today, but I will see you all again on Wednesday where we will discuss these pairings in-depth and what that means for your music. You all weren’t paired up by accident. Now enjoy your afternoon, be well.”

Louis blinks and shakes his head, trying to rid himself of the feeling of this man’s hand on his back. He steps forward and walks to the end of the stage and down the steps, but he can still feel it.

It’s always like this.

Louis shuffles through his row and grabs his bag, heading up to the professor who is also packing up. Louis pulls his tote bag up higher on his shoulder, feeling self-conscious suddenly. She went to Juilliard. Louis wonders if she’ll be able to tell that Louis auditioned there. She can probably sense it.

“Professor?” Louis asks meekly, seeing her head lift up from its position facing the ground.

“Lewis, right?”

“It’s actually Louis.”

“Alright, Louis. What can I do for you?”

“I, uh, wanted to talk to you about the course. Is this the only section being offered this term?” Louis stutters.

“Yes, is there a problem with sche-”

“What about next semester?” Louis asks quickly, “Sorry to interrupt, I’m sorry.”

“Louis, what’s this about?” she asks, cracking a smile.

“I just, uh, I don’t enjoy being paired with other musicians for a grade.”

“Well, unfortunately, that will be the case no matter when you take the course.”

“Would it be possible to change partners, then?” Louis asks, building up the bit of courage he still has left.

“I’m afraid not, Louis. As I said, these pairings were not made by accident. They were carefully selected by the music department faculty. You and Harry will make a great pair.”

Harry. Louis hadn’t caught his name when she called it, just listening for his own.

Louis nods his head and chews on the inside of his cheek, trying not to think about the humiliation that Harry could possibly put him through for the entire semester. If today was anything to go by, Louis will have to physically drag himself to this course every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday.

Louis blinks away the tears of frustration that built up quickly, and turns away, mumbling “Have a good afternoon.” He can’t even fathom the possibility of seeing that man three days a week, especially if he’ll continue to put his hands on him. Louis needs to be firmer with him, but when his hand was placed on his back, it’s like he froze. It’s always like that.

Louis walks across the stage and down the stairs with his head down, finally lifting it to find someone standing in the doorway.

“You can’t get rid of me that easily, Lewis.”

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