#niall horan smut blurb
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Northern attitude (1)
in which YN moves to a small town in the Alps and Harry is her grumpy neighbor
word count: 8k
When YN got called to her boss’s office, that Friday morning, she was absentmindedly registering the data she’d gathered the day prior from the soil of a closed wildlife zoo. She had gotten so nervous, she accidentally tapped an extra zero on the computer and she had to do it all over again at home once she’d gotten an email from her supervisor telling her the numbers didn’t match. To say she was embarrassed was an understatement, and she’d gotten right at it, eager to correct it, despite her coworker telling her she could easily do it the following work day.
As she had paved the short walk from her desk to her boss’s office she tried to think of something she’d done in the past days that would require such an odd behavior on her boss’s part.
Of course her boss couldn’t possibly have known about the extra number error, unless Dante — her boss, who was a rather nice one and wanted his employers to call him by his first name, because it was such a unique name he couldn’t possibly answer to such a simple and common thing as ‘boss’ — was some kind of supernatural being able to foresee the future. She frowned as she tossed the thought from her head. She likes to think she would’ve noticed if her boss was not human, but despite his uncommon name, he was a pretty normal guy, somewhat laid back and kind of understanding with his employees, so nothing stuck out in that sense.
There was another thing that came to mind when she tried to find a reason for his unpredicted call, probably much more possible than her starring in an episode of Supernatural with Dante, and that was, maybe, that her break up had finally caught up to her. She’d tried to keep it as low as possible, not that she had a lot of friends at work, but one coworker of hers was particularly noisy and would ask once in a while how her boyfriend, Aaron, was doing. So when said coworker had asked, she’d just shrug it off with a ‘he’s all right,' without mentioning how she’d found him in bed with her best friend only a week before.
She’d kept her crying to a minimum, excusing herself to the bathroom every once in a while when the image of her boyfriend on top of her best friend crept inside her mind when she wasn’t busying herself with work.
So she really can’t understand how Dante figured it out. Her work had been impeccable, and despite her many bathroom breaks, she swore nothing had changed in her demeanor.
YN doesn’t know why when something unexpected happens, she always thinks about the worst possible scenario. Her mind fogged with images of Dante firing her, Dante being a supernatural something, biting her head off because he predicted she’d type the wrong number and probably make his company go bankrupt, ruining a life’s work — of course YN didn’t have such responsibility (she was supervised in everything she did) and her job was rather dull, just a lot of bureaucracies and not as much research as expected.
She certainly hadn’t imagined Dante’d called her in his office because he wanted to offer her a promotion. She honestly couldn’t believe her ears and she’d almost asked him to repeat himself had it not be for his endless monologue about the importance of team work and how she had to take one for the team, besides, moving to a small town in the Alps was nothing, and it was only for two years, so why would she decline?
Wait. Moving? To the Alps? (She honestly doesn’t even know where the Alps are, but is too embarrassed to ask him, and promises herself she’ll google it once she gets back to her desk.)
Turns out, the position was vacant because her coworker Anais had just found out she was expecting a baby, so she couldn’t move anymore (especially to the Alps!, he’d said), and Dante had immediately thought of YN, because well, as he said, she was young and didn’t have anything holding her back. YN remembers she frowned at that, because she really didn’t have anything keeping her there, if not the possibility of running into her ex at the supermarket hand in hand with her friend.
With that in mind, she kind of accepted before really taking the time to think about it, desperate to get out of a place that felt suffocating all of a sudden.
Dante had been ecstatic to hear that, going on and on about how they recently found out traces of a wild grizzly bear that had been thought extinct for many years, and how she’d love working in the field as opposed to her office job.
He explained how her living situation was already sorted out (and paid for by the company), she figured probably because Anais had done the house hunting prior to finding out she was pregnant and couldn’t go. Dante had told her she’d be leaving in two weeks, and the plane was non refundable so she couldn’t just change dates. Plus, he said, they were expecting her, so she better pack fast! (YN had felt ravish at that, because she never truly felt indispensable for her actual coworkers.)
She’d managed to pack all her and her dog’s — a one year old dachshund named Baguette — stuff in ten days, making sure she had enough warm clothes to last her at least all winter, because as it turns out, she had googled where the Alps are, and they’re really, really, cold. Temperatures dropping below the zero in March cold.
YN, who, she’d like to think, wasn’t someone scared of changes and adapted to situations rather well, was kind of excited as she had gotten on the plane, ready to leave her life behind, because, really, how bad could it be?
. . .
Turns out, it was pretty bad. And when YN says bad, it means bad, because she isn’t one to use words lightheartedly. When she says bad, she means her suitcases got stalled at the airport because of custom checks bad. Gets dark at four in the afternoon bad. Had to walk in the freezing March weather (along a steep climb!), because there wasn’t any kind of public transportation kind of bad.
So, yes, it was pretty bad. Not to completely drain her of her enthusiasm, but definitely enough to dim it.
When she reached the gate of the house, she took her phone from her pocket and unlocked it, opening the mail’s app and looking for the one her landlord had sent her with all the details (he technically hadn’t sent it to her, but to Anais; Dante had forwarded it to her and assured her the landlord — a certain Mr. Styles, knew about her arrival and would greet her in his house — more like his garden — with open arms).
She nodded to herself once she finished reading the instructions, opening the gate with the code Mr. Styles had written in the email. She repeated the combination of numbers a couple of times in her head, so she could remember it better in the future, and once she heard the gate had been unlocked, she pushed it open with one hand, looping her fingers around the embroidery on the metal.
“C’mon, Baguette!” She said, lowering to the ground and picking up her small dog. Baguette got extremely tired from walking and she certainly couldn’t blame her. She felt pretty tired too, almost enough to get already in bed at five in the afternoon and sleep though the night, and she let herself gleam in the cozy daydream while she paved the way to the small house she’d be staying in, annex to a much bigger one where she figured Mr. Styles (and probably his wife? His family? She didn’t know) lived in. She felt herself grimace once she realized she didn’t even have her pajamas, so before she could fulfill her little dream, she had to at least stop at a supermarket to get something to sleep in.
She prayed in her mind it was close, because really, she didn’t know how long she had before her feet would give up on her.
YN wasn’t one to pry on people’s personal spaces, never had been (not even when she passed her crush’s house in 8th grade and her mind begged her to take a quick peek inside to see if he was home) and she regarded houses as very personal, intimate, spaces, so she doesn’t know why, on her way to her own house, she stopped to get on her toes and look inside what seemed to be a kitchen window. The house seemed empty, the lights turned off expect for a small lamp in the corner, and she possibly couldn’t have known that Mr. Styles had just gotten out of his car and was walking towards her with a look that, had she seen it, probably would have scared her.
“What the hell are you doing?” He snapped, making her jump. She turned toward him right away, watching him shut the car door loudly, a stern look adorning his otherwise gentle features.
“Uhm… hello?” She questioned, furrowing her brows at him, “I’m YN, the — she cleared her voice and pointed with her thumb in the direction of the small house — the new tenant. Who are you?”
YN tried to rattle inside her brain if Dante had mentioned a flatmate she’d be sharing the house with, but nothing came to mind. So who was he?
“YN?” He asked, the furrow in his brows only deepening. He had gotten incredibly close to her and YN felt unease at having her personal space involved like that, which is kind of ironic, must she say.
She nodded, mumbling a small yes along with it.
“I thought Anais was supposed to come?”
Did he know Anais? How did he know her?
Oh!
Oh.
Could he be?
He certainly couldn’t!
He was much younger than she’d imagined!
She thought Mr. Styles would be an odd, off putting kind of elderly person, who maybe had a wife or an old dog Baguette could play with. She certainly couldn’t have imagined Mr. Styles was this handsome (yet scary), tall guy, with a mop of chocolate brown curly hair down to his shoulders, eyes as green as the deepest forest she dreamt about while reading fantasy books when she was younger, broad shoulders and… were those swallows she could see from the low collar of his white cotton shirt? And who wears only a shirt in this weather? He must be mad!
“Oi!” He waved a hand in front of her face to catch her attention, “i’m talking to you.”
She mumbled something incomprehensible and then she gulped before nodding her head, “sorry. Anais couldn’t come anymore, Dante told me you knew.”
She watched as Mr. Styles scoffed, muttering a ‘what a prick’ before shaking his head, a strand of curly hair falling in front of his eyes, which he pushed out of his face with a couple of gentle fingers. YN noticed the various rings adorning his hands, and she wondered for a brief moment wether they were a gift or if he’d buy them himself.
He looked over her briefly and YN shifted her weight from foot to foot, thinking he was probably wondering why she didn’t have any bags with her. She was getting ready to explain how the airport security had detained them, but the words haltered in her throat when she saw him raise a hand and letting the sleepy Baguette in her arms sniff it, before scratching his ear.
“What a cute doggy” he said, lowering himself to be face to face with the small dog, “what’s your name?” He asked directly to Baguette, and YN felt as if all of a sudden she was the dog and Baguette was her owner, and she blushed at that thought.
“This is Baguette!” She chimed awkwardly.
“Ha” he snorted through his nose, “cute name. Baguette” he repeated, and the name rolled off his tongue so sweetly YN imagined what hers would sound like coming from his lips. Probably much more stern and less saccharine.
“Okay, I have to go.” He raised himself, making her jump a little in her place. He straightened his shirt and looked at her with a crossed look, “you know how to get in, right? Or do I have to explain that too?”
YN couldn’t possibly know what other things he had explained, but she wasn’t clueless and had realized Mr. Styles didn’t particularly like her, so she figured it was best to say she did and figure it out on her own. So, she nodded and he gave a short nod back, walking past her towards his own house.
She watched him unlock the door with a set of keys and then disappear behind the front door, her gaze fixed on his broad shoulder covered only by the thin fabric of his shirt. She felt Baguette wiggle her tail from where she was holding her between her arms, and YN rolled her eyes at her dog, “of course you like him already! Traitor!”
. . .
YN didn’t knock on Mr. Styles’s door with the intention of bothering him.
She just wanted to ask him where she could buy something to sleep in and perhaps something to eat, an overpriced airport sandwich being the only thing she’d eaten all day. So, she thought, her intentions were pretty harmless, and it’s not like she was expecting an invite in for dinner or something like that!
She truly didn’t mean to be a bother, but her stomach had started to grumble half an hour ago, and she dreamed of the hot shower she’d take after, which she couldn’t possibly take if she wasn’t certain she’d have something to sleep in comfortably.
When a couple of minutes had passed and there was still no trace of Mr. Styles, she wondered whether he was even home. Her mind lingered just a second on the possibility that he was actually avoiding her, but YN was one of those people that always chose to see the good in others, so she got rid of the thought as quickly as it had come.
She knocked on the door again, this time harder and firmer, and she waited patiently. She was almost about to give up, when the door opened before her with a swift movement that caught her off guard.
Mr. Styles looked displeased once he set his scrutinizing gaze on her figure, and YN could almost feel his eyes touch her.
“What?” He asked, his brows furrowed on his forehead.
“I was just wondering if you knew a place where I could…like… it’s just that… I think you probably noticed, I don’t have my suitcases. And it’s honestly fine, the airport was packed so I don’t really blame them, and the hostess was so nice! She offered to refund me for the problem, but I didn’t want to go through all that… but now I really need my clothes so I don’t… ugh” she sighed frustratedly. YN tends to kind of talk really fast when she’s nervous. She’s always been like that, especially in front of boys, and her ex boyfriend always used to get mad at her for that — said it was embarrassing and made her look dumb; she’d tried many times to explain it wasn’t something she could control easily, but he’d suggested she’d fix it fast (especially if she wanted to meet his friends).
“Sorry” she exhaled, closing her blabbering mouth in a straight line.
Harry waited for her to continue what she was saying, his face stoic and impossible to read, which didn’t help soothe her nerves.
“Is there a place where I can get some clothes?”
“You moved across the country without clothes?” He asked, his brows closed in a furrow across his face that made YN even more nervous. She felt dumb. She wanted to explain what had happened without sounding silly.
“Ughhh, nooo. They kept my bag at check-in, so I don’t actually have any clothes, apart from these” she pointed towards her flimsy cotton sweatshirt that was definitely inappropriate for the cold weather.
YN tried not to pay too much mind to the grimace of what seemed like disgust when Mr. Styles looked at her clothes, and she shifted uncomfortably on her feet while she waited for his response.
“It’s almost six in the evening. Everything’s closed.”
YN felt her heart fall into her stomach as her brain registered the words that came out of his mouth.
Six. In the evening.
Everything. Closed.
“What?”
Harry rolled his eyes at her surprise, “everything closes at five here. You didn’t know?”
YN felt hopeless because how could she have known! She’d literally been on a plane for ten hours!
She looked at Mr. Styles with her big, widened eyes, and Harry didn’t have to wait for her to say it to know the answer.
YN felt like crying, right there in front of this man she didn’t even know the full name of. Her boyfriend had been right when he’d call her dumb. Because she was dumb. Who moves across the country this unorganized?
“Look, I really need to go right now.” Mr. Styles broke the tense silence that had fallen upon them, and he watched as she nodded her head slowly, seeming lost in thought.
“Okay.” She muttered, and it felt weird seeing her so quiet, but honestly, it wasn’t Harry’s problem. Her douchebag of a boss should’ve warn her, or at least she could’ve researched a bit on the place she was moving to!
He cleared his throat and YN woke up from her trance, she swiftly moved to the side to let him out. Harry closed the door behind him and locked it with his keys.
He shivered as a gust of cold wind fell upon them, and he watched with the corner of his eye how YN tried to squeeze herself in the flimsy sweatshirt she was wearing. Ha. She didn’t even look up the weather first!
He kind of felt bad for her, in a remote part of himself, but he also judged her for her carelessness.
“Bye” she waved gently from beside him, and he nodded towards her in a form of greeting.
He pretended to busy himself with his phone, not feeling like talking to her anymore, but when she started walking towards her own house, he looked up in her direction, his eyes on her back.
Her shoulders were sagged and she displayed a very different demeanor than she did this morning. Harry shook the feeling of her sadness from his gut and walked towards his gate, ready to meet his friends.
. . .
YN was hungry. And she felt gross. And the combination wasn’t the best.
She wanted to shower and lay down on her bed, that looked extremely comfortable and clean, but she was still wearing her airport clothes, and there was no way in hell she’d sleep in those.
She debated whether she could sleep naked, but it was way too cold for that, and she had work in the morning, so she didn’t want to call in sick her first day.
She was hopeless.
For a minute, she was so hungry that she contemplated eating some of Baguette’s food, but then she felt so disgusted by the idea she felt like throwing up, so she decided it was probably better not to. She couldn’t afford to throw up the only meal she’d had all day. So, she waited.
Her original plan was to stay up until 5 in the morning, go buy some pajamas and then nap for an hour until she had to wake up at 7.
But the combination of starvation and exhaustion didn’t really go well, because she was so tired she couldn’t keep her eyes open. She wondered for a moment if the ground was comfortable, and just as she was about to lay down and test it, she heard a knock on her door she almost believed she’d imagined at first.
She walked slowly to the door, her brows furrowed, and when she opened the door, she swears to god she was about to pass out.
At her feet lay a tray with takeout boxes, she couldn’t see what was inside them, but she figured anything was better than eating Baguette’s food. Next to the tray was a grocery store bag, closed with the handles tied in a knot, and she picked it up curiously.
She bent down to pick up the tray and she closed the door behind her with her foot.
She opened the yellow grocery bag first, and she still remembers the sigh of relief she let out as she saw what was inside: a clean long sleeve t-shirt and a pair of blue plaid pajama pants. She could smell the sweet and clean smell of the fabric softener, and she inhaled the scent in deeply.
She put aside the clothes and opened the take out boxes, eager to eat something. She grabbed a fork from the pantry and opened the first box, which contained what seemed to be a homemade meal, some kind of pasta with tomato sauce and meat. She scooped up a big bite and she felt better already, her brain finally being fueled after a really tiring day.
. . .
When she lay in bed that night, fresh off the shower and her tummy full with the best pasta she’d ever eaten, she cuddled with Baguette next to her and her mind wandered off to Mr. Styles. Maybe, she hadn’t really bothered him that much after all.
. . .
Harry hates people. And, therefore, he hates places full of people. Especially supermarkets. He hates supermarkets.
All those people in line, carts crushing into each others because of the carelessness of their owners, the annoying, commercial music coming from the speakers insinuating itself into his ears, the loud echo of voices commuting in one big buzz.
He hates supermarkets and most especially waiting in line. The self-check out was the best addiction to the small town’s supermarket, and ever since he’d found out how to scan his items by himself, he’d never, not once, gone back to the served check out. Apart from today, that is. Because the other registers appeared to be broken, and they couldn’t have picked a worse day to be, in his opinion. Rush hour, in a small town, is around 4 in the afternoon, and Harry knew that, and he had always tried to avoid the supermarket at that hour, but Niall had called, and he needed some kind of special sausage they only had at that particular supermarket, and when Harry had groaned, he’d swat at his arm playfully and he’d said: “you should thank god I feed you!”, and that was true in all its entireness, so Harry couldn’t really find it in him to argue with that. So, that’s what he was doing, at 4 in the afternoon, rush hour, holding a pack of a dozen sausages because his friend needed it.
He was lost in his thoughts when he heard her. That sweet voice that had taunted him the night before, so much he had asked Niall for some of the pasta he’d prepared “in case he got hungry later”, of course, that wasn’t entirely the reason. The reason being the cute and annoying girl standing in line a person before him, and the thought of her starving and with nothing but a cotton sweatshirt to shield her from the inevitable cold of the night.
“I’m so sorry it’s taking me so long,” he heard her say, as she let out a nervous chuckle through her mouth, “I just can’t find my card”.
“Only cash with this register, lady. There’s a sign right there” the cashier pointed towards the sign and YN felt herself get red with embarrassment. Eager to get it over with, she had run to the first opened register she could find, not paying much attention to her surrounding, which, she then realized, she probably should’ve.
“I just flew in last night, I still haven’t got time to…” she shook her head as she realized the cashier didn’t care. Of course she didn’t. Once again, she felt silly and alone.
“Okay” she whispered to herself, “i’ll just leave it all here and come back later?”
Harry, that was standing in line just a person from her, had listened to the exchanged quite attentively, and he’d rolled his eyes at her.
He cleared his throat and she snapped her head in his direction, and he didn’t miss the way her cheeks had turned pink once she’d recognized him.
“I’ll pay for her things” he offered, and the person in front of him, a middle aged man, breathed out a sigh of relief and whispered a “thank god” that YN didn’t miss. She smiled apologetically at the man, who didn’t even as much as throw a glance at her, and she watched as he stepped to the side to let Harry pass before him.
YN started packing her bags and she refused to look at Mr. Styles as he paid for her groceries and his own, too embarrassed to acknowledge the encounter that had just happened.
When he passed her, he grabbed one bag from the floor and started walking towards the exit of the supermarket, and YN watched as his bicep flexed under the weight of the bag.
She hurried to pick up his pace, and once she found herself walking at his side, she opened her mouth to thank him: “thank you so much, Mr. Styles. I genuinely didn’t know, otherwise I never would’ve chosen that register! The sign was just so small and I never pay attention to my surroundings so it was an honest mistake, I swear!”
Harry rolled his eyes for what seemed like the millionth time, “will yeh stop calling me Mr. Styles? ’s not like I’m bloody fifty years old!”
“Sorry” YN blushed embarrassed, as she tried to walk quickly beside him. His legs were very much longer than hers, and he walked pretty fast despite the added weight of the groceries.
“What should I call you?”
“Harry.” He groaned, rolling his eyes.
“Ok. Harry.” She said, nodding her head, liking the way his name sounded rolling off her tongue. “I will send you the money right away, I’m so sorry you had to do that for me”
“’s fine. Don’ worry ‘bout it.”
YN cleared her throat and nodded, looking down at her shoes as she kept walking beside him. Every once in a while, she would lose her balance due to the weight on her hands, and her arm would brush against his, the contact not going unnoticed by her. She wondered if he noticed too and if he cared, she knew he probably didn’t, but it was nice.
“Oh!” She remembered as they walked their way back to his house, “thank you for the food, too. And of course the clothes!!! You didn’t have to, but thank you. I was so hungry you have no idea. And the food was so so so good! Did you make it?”
“No.” He answered briefly.
“Well… it was really yummy. I’ll have to meet the chef!” She joked, and because she felt her arm get tired, she switched the bag to her other hand, trying to balance the weight, “are they from around here?”
“Yes.”
YN nodded understandably, “You know, I was a little scared to come here because I’d be all alone. Well, not entirely alone because I have Baguette, but… I’m so happy you’re my neighbor! You’re so nice”
Harry snorted through his nose at her words, “tha’s a first”, but YN, even if she heard him, didn’t say anything.
When they finally reached the house, Harry walked her to the door and placed the bag on the ground, massaging his arm that had gone a little bit sore.
“Thank you” she repeated, smiling warmly at him.
Harry shrugged and was about to turn around, when he heard her say “wait! Do you want to see Baguette?”
. . .
Harry left her house about half an hour later, incredibly late and with his phone blowing up from Niall’s calls.
He had looked around quickly once he’d walked inside, and he noticed some of her belongings scattered around the living room, some pillows that he didn’t recognize as his own lying on the couch. He wondered for a brief second what her room looked like, not regarding the furniture (that he had picked a long time ago with his mother), but what it looked like with her living in it. Did she change the sheets or did she keep the ones he chose? Was it tidy or messy? Did she sleep with Baguette?
It was weird to him, thinking this way about her, because never would he have thought of her as more than an annoying girl. But, he could admit she was kind of cute. Annoying, but definitely cute.
He had played with Baguette while YN put away the groceries, and they didn’t talk much because he didn’t feel like talking. He’d never given much confidence to people he didn’t know, and, despite YN calling him ‘nice’, he didn’t really know much about her.
He had excused himself after about twenty minutes of playing with Baguette, and after a quick rub on the dog’s belly, he left her house without muttering more than a ‘bye’.
He didn’t care if he came off as rude, he’d always been that way, and he certainly wasn’t about to change for this girl he met just the day before!
. . .
YN loved her work.
Since she was little, she’d always loved wild animals, and she’d dreamed one day of doing the job she’s supposed to do now: gather sources about this rare bear that had been sighted and write a report about it to send to Dante. If the report was good, she’d be published on Dante’s scientific magazine, which was a great opportunity for YN to get her name out there and be regarded in the scientific community.
All this was, honestly, easier said than done, because since the moment she stepped foot inside her new office, she received nothing but glares from her coworkers. Apparently, everyone was gutted about Anais’ replacement, and she tried really hard to be kind and explain that “no, Anais isn’t coming! But it’s a beautiful thing because she’s pregnant!!!! Dante sent me, I’m no Anais but I can try”, but, despite her big efforts, she was met with the indifference of the others.
She thought once on the field, the interviews would’ve gone a little better, because she was nice and she figured people loved nice, but as soon as she tried to talk to someone about this sighting, they recognized her immediately as a non-local (which apparently was a big deal) and refused to talk to her, feigning ignorance at her questions.
She felt defeated. And she started questioning for a bit whether moving to this small town was even a good idea in the first place.
Of course, she’d escaped from her ex and from the possibility of ever meeting him again, but was it worth it? In that moment, she couldn’t say.
When she returned to her office that Thursday afternoon, she tried to gather the little information she had gotten, but it wasn’t even close enough to write the introduction!, so she closed her laptop with a heavy sigh, full of her disappointment, and she promised the day after she’d do better.
The day after, YN decided to do what she did best back at her previous job, figuring maybe that the excessive responsibility had influenced her work. She decided she’d take a walk on the reserve and try and gather as many sources from the territory she could.
The bear had been spotted inside a terrain one hour down a three hour long pathway, which, for a wildlife animal, was pretty dangerous. She couldn’t even imagine what would happen if someone stumbled across the bear, and she truly feared for the animal’s life, knowing all too well human’s cruel nature.
The walk was tough, and the muscles in her legs were burning with fatigue. After about forty minutes of walking, she decided she’d stop at the first refuge she’d find, drink a little water and maybe even grab something hot to drink to warm up her freezing hands.
She spotted a cabin after a couple of miles, and she felt her heart jump happily in her chest at the thought of finally resting for a bit. She tossed her backpack into the ground and put away the little journal and pen she’d kept in handy to scribble down things she observed along the pathway.
Once inside the small cabin/cafe, she immediately felt her insides warming up. Everything was made out of wood, including the ceiling, and she observed how every chair had cute, fluffy blankets draped across the backrest.
The place was just what she needed after a really long and tiring walk, and she regarded with contentment how she was the only customer.
“Hello!” A shrilling voice called behind her, and she jumped in her place a little at the sound. She turned around immediately and she smiled at a blonde guy that was standing behind the counter. He was tying a blue apron behind his back and once he’d secured it, he cleaned his hands on its front, smiling warmly at her once their eyes met.
“Hi” she said, shyly, “could I get some hot cocoa, please?”
“Yes! Of course!!” He beamed, and YN wondered if she was maybe the first customer of the day or if he acted this way towards everyone that came in.
“Here or to go?”
“Here, thank you.”
“Okay! Just take a seat and I’ll bring it to you in a moment”.
YN nodded her head at his words and took place at a small table near a big window that overlooked the entire valley.
She’d been to the mountains just once with her family when she was very little, but she’d always dreamt of living in a slow-paced, small town, as opposed to the big city she left behind.
She loved the green and the sun shining high in the sky warming her skin, and she loved drinking hot drinks in spring. She wasn’t really a fan of the snow, though, that had always seemed to scare her, and she was happy she had both spring and summer to get through before the winter, and she figured she’d probably be accustomed to the place once it’d start snowing, so she decided not to worry too much about that now.
She fished out of her backpack her journal and started reading through her notes to see if there was something remotely good to start with.
unusual path for a bear
too many houses in proximity of the sighting
not much food can be found on the trail
(…)
She figured it was not much but a start nonetheless.
She was so engrossed by her notes she didn’t even hear the nice blonde guy approaching her, so when he placed the cup in front of her she jumped a little in her place.
“Woah, easy there! Yeh’re a jumpy thing, aren’t ya?” He giggled, pushing the cup in front of her as soon as she cast aside the journal.
She blushed immediately at his words, “sorry” she muttered.
“’S fine, didn’t mean to embarrass you”
She threw him a quick smile before glancing down at her hot chocolate, and she noticed happily that he had topped it with a big amount of whipped cream.
“Wait!” He chimed before she could take a sip of her drink, “forgot something.”
He ran back towards the kitchen and came out as quick as he went, holding a small, ceramic, plate in his hands.
He put it on the table in front of YN and smiled warmly at her, “Freshly made ginger biscuits!”
YN felt like crying.
This was the first time someone was so nice to her, and after the fiasco she went through with her interviews, she really could use someone that at least acknowledged her.
Of course, Harry had been nice, too, but in the days that had come, she’d seen less and less of him, and she’d started to wonder whether he was actually avoiding her.
“This is so good!!! Thank you” she beamed, finally feeling relaxed after what seemed like a long time but was actually just less than a week.
“Do you want to sit? If you’re not… busy?” She gestured to the empty seat in front of her and watched as he sat immediately in the chair, placing his elbows on the table.
“Usually there’s more people around but… you know, ’s rush hour, so…”
YN threw a glance at the clock on the wall, that ticked 3.58 pm. “Rush hour?” She asked, curiously.
“Oh! Yeah. I don’t where you’re from, but here, rush hour is at around 4 because everything closes at 5.30” he shrugged, stealing a cookie from the plate on the table between them.
YN nodded and took a sip from her drink, “shouldn’t there be more people if it’s rush hour?”
He furrowed his brows and cleaned his mouth from the cookie’s crumbles with the back of his hand, “no”.
YN nodded understandingly once again, even if she didn’t truly understand his thought process. She figured in small towns people lived differently.
“Are yeh here on vacation?” He asked her and she tried not to feel too disappointed that he understood right away that she wasn’t a local.
“No” she shook her head, “I moved here last Monday. I’m here for that bear sighting”
“Oh” she noticed his eyes widened, “nasty stuff that was! I hope that bear ’s long gone by now!”
She frowned at his words; she really would have liked seeing a real-life bear.
She chatted with him — she’d found out his name was Niall — for what felt like minutes but was actually an hour, and once she’d realized how late it had gotten, the sky had turned dark and gloomy, and she’d hurriedly collected her things and payed for her order, saying bye to Niall with the promise of coming more often. The clock ticked 5.13 pm and she figured it wouldn’t really be that dangerous to walk back home. It wasn’t late in the night, and despite the dark sky, it was still mid afternoon. So, after saying goodbye to Niall, she threw her backpack across her shoulder and started walking back.
Five minutes in her walk and she was already feeling uneasy. She hadn’t noticed at first but on the pathway there weren’t any lights, so she couldn’t see more than her own two feet; any little shadow or sound seemed to scare her, and it took her a lot of convincing to not just go back and ask Niall to take her home. The option had seemed tempting, but what could he really do? Close the cafe just because she was scared of the dark? and, despite talking his ear off all afternoon, who even was he? YN had a reputation for being easy going and able to make friends with pretty much everyone, but time had taught her that not everyone wanted to actually be her friend.
That thought made her think about Harry, and how she hadn’t seen him in almost five days. After he had played with Baguette in her home, she thought she had found if not a friend at least someone to hang out with, now that she was in a new place completely alone, but maybe, she’d figured, it was Harry that didn’t want to hang out with her. He had seemed pretty grumpy, but she’d seen through his facade pretty quickly, and she had thought he was actually nice. Now, she couldn’t help but wonder if it was just a one time thing.
She clutched the strap of her backpack extra tight as soon as she heard the sound of a car behind her, the headlights of the car illuminating her and the path before her. She shivered as the sudden thought of being alone on a street with no way of escaping came to her mind, and she picked up her pace to walk quicker. Beside her fear, there was also the question on how could someone drive in this particular pathway that, as she knew, was actually closed to cars.
She was wondering if the driver had some kind of permit, when the car — that actually seemed more like a pick up — stopped beside her. She unintentionally turned her head to look inside, and before she could say anything to the guy inside, he beat her to it: “what the hell are yeh doin’ here alone?”
She looked at Harry with wide eyes, her face half hidden behind the darkness of the sky, and she breathed a sigh of relief when she realized it was him and not someone who wanted to hurt her.
“I lost track of time” she said shyly, chewing on her bottom lip anxiously.
“Get in.” He ordered, and she saw him unlock the car doors with a button on the steering wheel.
“No, it’s okay! I can just walk, it’s not that far…”
“Get in!” He stressed, but, “please” he added, once he realized his tone may have come out a little too sternly.
“Okay” she whispered, wrapping her fingers around the handle of the car door and opening it. She threw her backpack on the car mat at the end of the seat and placed a hand on the car door to balance herself. The pick up was a little tall, so she had to literally climb inside the truck with her legs. She hoped she didn’t make too much of a fool out of herself.
He grabbed her arm to help her, and once she was settled in the seat, he let it go quickly, almost as if he was uncomfortable with touching her.
He didn’t say anything for a while, but YN noticed how he turned on the heat as soon as he saw her hugging herself against the cold.
The pickup was big, but she could still smell his perfume — or cologne? She didn’t know — lingering in the air.
YN stayed silent, not wanting to bother him, although it proved to be kind of difficult for her, because she wanted to ask him a lot of things.
She remembers thinking he was mad at her. She still doesn’t know why, and why in the world could he possibly be mad at her, but, still. Aaron used to get angry over the most silliest things, so she figured every guy was the same.
She almost caught herself asking him, but she remembered pretty quickly Aaron’s words: “not everyone wants to be your friend”.
She still had a little trouble understanding that.
She heard Harry clear his throat, and she wondered if he was about to talk, so she patiently waited. He didn’t. He seemed antsy, and YN noticed how tightly he was gripping the wheel, so, she decided to ease the tension between them with the thing she did best: asking questions.
“How are you allowed to drive here? Do you have some kind of permit? Because I researched the territory for my article and it strictly said ‘no cars allowed, must be on foot’, sooo… how can you? Are you some kind of… I don’t know — she shrugged, pouting her lips thoughtfully — are you some kind of boss, around here? That’s why people cook for you?”
Harry closed his brows in a furrow and brought his left hand up to massage his temple, “no” he simply said.
“What does ‘no’ mean?”
“It means no.” He said matter of factly.
“Ugghh — she huffed — I know what ‘no’ means! I was asking figuratively. Are you always this grumpy?”
“Thought yeh said I was nice” he grinned, a dimple denting his cheek.
“Forget it” she mumbled, turning her head to look outside the window; there wasn’t much to see, with all the darkness, but anything was better than looking at him.
“I’m not ‘some kind of boss’” he mocked her amused, glancing at her quickly before averting his gaze back on the road, “I own the terrain, so I can do whatever I want on it”.
YN turned her head to look back at him, wondering if he was making fun of her or if he was actually serious. He seemed serious.
“You own it?”
“Yeah” he nodded, amused by her reaction.
“I can’t believe it”
“Why?”
“This was were the bear was spotted! I could have asked you all along instead of interviewing people who closed the door in my face!” She pouted, crossing her arms in front of her chest.
“They really closed the door in your face?” He asked, furrowing his brows, the smirk disappearing from his face quickly and his lips closing in a tight line.
“Yeah” she huffed, “but it’s okay. I mean… I get it if they don’t want to talk to me but… I really need to do my job! I really wouldn’t bother them if it wasn’t necessary”
“They closed the door in your face. It’s not okay.” He said sternly, back to his old grumpy self, “who did you talk to?”
“Oh… that woman that lives in the first house right after the cafe. Wait. Do you know the cafe?”
Harry snickered at her question, “yeah, I heard of it”.
“Just her?” He added.
“No” she shook her head, “I talked to Mr. Donovan too. I remember his name because Matt Donovan is a character in one of my favorite series! So… pretty easy to remember. He was actually nice before I told him I was writing an article for a magazine. He closed the door without even saying bye” she shrugged.
“That’s not okay” he repeated.
“Well, it’s no problem at all now!!!! Because I can just ask you” she beamed, clapping her hands excitedly.
“No. I wasn’t here that weekend”
“What?” She asked, looking at him with big eyes.
Harry refrained himself from laughing. “Yeah.” He nodded, “i wasn’t here. Sorry”
“Great.” She groaned, tossing her arms in the air, her enthusiasm quickly dissolving.
She heard him laugh through his nose, “i’m taking the piss out of yeh. I was here”
“Oh thank god!” she sighed relieved, finally seeing some ray of sunshine coming her way, “you’re cruel! don’t ever do that again!” She pointed her finger at his face and then swatted his arm when she heard him chuckle.
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— favorite girl 𐐪𐑂 niall horan
𐐪𐑂 summary -> you accidentally push yourself too far into subspace and soft dom!niall takes over
𐐪𐑂 content -> fem!reader, smut, masturbation [f!receiving], overstimulation, squirting, subspace, toy use, dominant/submissive themes, personal assistant!reader, crybaby!reader, soft dom!niall, daddy kink, praise, casual dominance, lots of pet names [pet, petal, princess], tooth rotting fluff and a bit of domesticity, basically an aftercare fic, 18+ ONLY MDNI
𐐪𐑂 words -> 2.6k
The sexual frustration had been bubbling in your core for as long as you could remember. Niall didn’t mean to neglect you, truly… But with The Voice, and then his album release, and merch, and tour dates bleeding together with festival dates, his schedule had become hectic. And as his assistant, so had your’s. It’s not like you could put ‘dick me down’ into his calendar either.
Well, you could… But you felt that it’d be quite immature. So now here you lay, sprawled across the bed you shared with him, a thick toy plunging into your g spot over and over. You’d lost count of how many times you’d made yourself tip over the edge, each orgasm bleeding together with the last. Tears of overstimulation prickled the corners of your eyes and you were nearly ready to give up.
The problem isn’t that you needed release—clearly that had already happened more than enough. However, no matter how big or thick the toy is, or how many times it plunges into that spot that makes you see stars… Nothing is Niall. Nothing would ever compare to the way that he made you feel, thus you were now bordering along orgasm number six and still weren’t satiated.
Not for lack of trying, however. You’d been at it for the better part of three hours, starting off slow and teasing yourself the way Niall always did, then slowly picking up the pace until you were blindly overstimulating yourself, your hips chasing the toy subconsciously in search of that spark Niall ignited inside you. Unfortunately, it never came. And that’s how you became a mess on the bed.
Tears streaked down your cheeks as you gasped and wheezed for breath. The stimulation of your cunt was beginning to hurt. Slowly bleeding in from pleasure to burning pain. You wanted nothing more than to get away from the overstimulation, but your hips couldn’t help but chase the feeling as you searched for something only Niall could give you.
For a moment, everything stopped. Your leg was lifted in the air, arm beginning to cramp as you continued to shove the toy into your cunt. The world began spinning slower, and your vision slowly faded until it was completely blocked by a milky white cloud of euphoria. Your legs shook violently, your body convulsing as the toy slipped from your hand.
You lay in the middle of the bed, panting quietly as you tried to catch your breath while your body shook atop the comforter. Beneath you was a puddle of your own arousal and sweat, and only when you noticed how wet your body had become did the reality of the situation begin to daunt on you.
You just touched yourself. You just used a toy. You just made yourself cum… Multiple times—all of these without Niall’s permission. You broke so many rules. He’s gonna be so mad at you. Your heart began beating faster in your chest, now out of fear rather than exhaustion. You bolted from the bed, quickly getting yourself cleaned up and into one of his shirts before taking the sheets down to the laundry.
Your legs were unsteady as you walked around the house, and your mind unfocused. Niall would be home soon, and likely expecting dinner on the table the way you’d always had. So, that’s what you did… Or rather, that’s what you attempted to do. Your mind was so fuzzy, and your brain so unfocused that you ended up burning the pasta for your chicken fettuccine. The chicken baked improperly, and ended up tasting rubbery, and the garlic bread was too garlicky.
Nothing came out right, and you were so overwhelmed that by the time Niall was opening the front door, tears had begun spilling over your visage. “Hey Pet. I’m ho…” Niall cut off his own sentence, freezing in his tracks as he saw your state. “Pet? What happened?” He asked, panic and worry laced in his voice.
“I’m sorry” you whined out quietly. “I’m sorry Daddy, I burned dinner. And I messed everything up” you hiccuped out. “I was so bad I’m sorry, I’m sorry” you rushed out, now borderline sobbing.
Niall’s heart cracked, and his arms wrapped around you tightly. “Oh baby, it’s okay” he murmured. “It’s okay, princess. We can just order a pizza, yeah? Daddy’s not mad” he whispered softly, gently stroking your hair. “Not mad at you, jus please stop crying. Hate it when you’re so sad” he frowned softly.
“No, I broke the rules!” You sobbed roughly. Niall’s frown turned to one of confusion now, rather than pure sadness. He rubbed your back gently, pulling back a bit to gaze properly at you.
“What are you on about, Petal?” He hummed gently, squeezing lightly at your hip. He did everything he usually would, working to calm you down so that he could fully understand what was going on and why his girl was so distraught.
You took a deep breath, wheezing a bit as you struggled through your tears. Niall cooed at you in encouragement as you did your breathing techniques. Once you had calmed down, you began to divulge how you'd been so bad, breaking his rules. “I’m sorry, Daddy” you sniffled. “I was so needy and you were so busy. Know ‘s against the rules but I used my toy. Came so many times but it wasn’t the same. Needed you” you whined quietly, knuckling at your eyes. You took another breath, attempting to keep your tears at bay. “Touched myself, used my toy, ‘n made myself cum. Didn’ ask Daddy if I could, that's bad,” you finished. “I’m sorry for being a bad girl, Daddy… I’ll take whatever punishment you give me” your whispered.
“Oh, Petal…” Niall whispered softly. He pulled you closer, gently running his fingers through your hair. He lifted you then, carrying you to the couch and sitting with you on his lap. He pulled you to his chest, rocking gently with you in his hold to aid you in relaxing. “Daddy’s not been good to you lately, has he?” He asked softly, gently moving your hair away from your face.
You stayed quiet, afraid that he was taunting you after you’d broken so many of his rules. Nervous that he was trying to trap you into making your own punishment worse as he so often did. But you couldn’t handle that right now, you were too soft. Niall, being the oh so attentive and loving dom that he is, recognized that. He saw the unfocused and glossy look in your eyes, the distraction and frustration the moment he stepped into the door and watched you cooking dinner. Only, he didn’t realize how bad it was until you finished explaining what had tipped you to this point.
“‘S okay Pet, you can be honest” he hummed. “Been ignoring you, haven’t given my Princess the proper attention she deserves” he continued on. “Wasn’t a very good Daddy, was I?” He asked gently.
“No, Daddy…” You whispered shyly, gently nosing against his neck in search of more comfort. He squeezed your hip lightly, humming as he held you closer. You sighed in content, closing your eyes as your body fully relaxed against him.
“There’s my girl” he whispered, stroking your hip with his thumb as he felt you become malleable in his hold. “I’m sorry I haven’t been payin’ attention to you, sweetheart. I’ve been so distracted by work. That’s no excuse though, is it?” He asked. The question was rhetorical, and you knew as much when he continued on to answer it on his own. “Should always have time to take care of the prettiest girl in the world” he smiled softly, gently kissing your nose. “I love you, sweet girl. My good girl” he smiled softly.
“Good girl” you echoed quietly, nodding as you held him tighter. He smiled softly, pressing another kiss to your head.
“What do you say we have a bath and then cuddle a bit, hmm?” he asked softly. “I’ll get your hair all done, get you nice and comfortable for bed” he murmured, kissing across your shoulders. “Can order a pizza and put on that show you love so much, that sound good baby?” He asked softly.
“Sounds good, Daddy” you whispered, bobbing your head gently in a nod.
“It’s okay princess, ‘s just Niall now, hmm?” He smiled softly, kissing your head. “Think you’ll be okay if I go and clean up the kitchen?” He asked softly. You nodded once more, and with that he stood. He tucked the throw blanket around your slightly-shivering form and went to the kitchen. He was quick to clean up the mess before coming back to carry you into your shared master bathroom.
° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ
Once in the bathroom, Niall set you down on top of the counter. He kissed your head before he turned and ran the water, making sure that it was the right temperature for you. He shot you a charming smile as he went back over to the cabinet you were sitting on top of. “What kind of bubbles do you want, Pet?” He asked softly, planting a gentle kiss to your calf as he kneeled between your legs in front of the cabinet.
“Um…” You hummed softly as you thought, chewing gently on your nails. “The lavender one” you finally decided, looking down at him with a shy smile.
“Take your fingers out of your mouth, beautiful” he mumbled, kissing the inside of your knee as he said it. He was firm in his words, but gentle in his kiss—speaking to you in the way he always did in this state of mind. This way, you knew it was an order, but you also knew he wasn’t mad at you. You murmured a quick apology, pulling your hand away from your mouth. He simply kissed your leg once more, letting you know all was okay before grabbing the lavender bath salts and bubbles.
He stood again, kissing your gently puckered lips and causing a giggle to spill past your lips. The sound was music to his ears, especially after hearing your heartbreaking sobs just minutes ago. He couldn’t help the smile that broke out onto his face as he saw your happiness return. “I love you, Pet,” he smiled softly.
“I love you too, NiNi” you whispered. The nickname let him know that you were slowly returning to your usual self, though the fog in your brain hadn’t fully cleared up yet. He turned, pouring the bubbles and salts into the water before returning them back to their rightful place beneath the sink.
Once the bath was full, Niall turned to you. He saw you nod, and knew you wanted him to undress you rather than do it yourself. He smiled in adoration, walking the short distance to you once more. He kissed your head, unable to stop himself from adorning your skin with his gentle lips for what felt like the hundredth time since he got home. Niall was soft as he unbuttoned his shirt, pushing it from your shoulders to leave you bare before helping you out of your underwear. “Do you want me to sit in with you or stay out here, Petal?” He asked you gently, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear so he could get a better look at your pretty face.
“In please” you answered softly. And Niall would never say no to you anyway, but with that pretty pout and those wide eyes, he was already a complete goner; unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it off of himself as he got ready to bathe with you. Once he was bare, he lifted you from the counter and sat in the bath with you in front of him, between his spread legs. When buying a house, Niall had taken into consideration your love for baths after he fucked you into oblivion—and right now he was thankful he remembered so as the two of you sat comfortably in the hot water.
° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ
The bathing part of your bath was over quickly, washing you off always being the first thing Niall did. He noticed how sweaty your body had become from your overstimulation earlier on through the thin cotton of his white shirt you wore—thusly, he washed your hair for you as well. Even with Niall washing your hair, and cleaning your body of your sticky arousal and multiple orgasms, the bathing was over within fifteen minutes.
Your body still wasn’t fully calmed down by then, and therefore when Niall asked if you were ready to get out yet, you simply whined in protest. It had now been at least forty minutes since Niall had put the two of you in the bath. The water had begun to cool, slowly losing its relaxing aura the colder the water became. This time when Niall asked you if you were ready to exit, you nodded sleepily and yawned quietly.
Niall gently moved you, climbing out first and wrapping a towel around his hips. He unplugged the bath, grabbing your fluffy towel and lifting you from the water, wrapping it around your body. “Want me to brush your teeth for you, Princess?” He hummed softly.
“No, I can do it” you nodded softly, smiling at him. “Thank you, Ni” you murmured. He smiled, kissing your nose as he grabbed your toothbrush and toothpaste for you. He let you know that he was going to get new sheets on the bed while you brushed, and you nodded in reply. While Niall made the bed, you brushed your teeth and got your skincare done. By the time you were walking out of the bathroom, Niall was putting the pillows back on the bed.
“Hi, pretty girl” he smiled softly, walking over to you. He wore sweatpants now, foregoing a shirt as he wrapped his arms around you in a hug. “Feelin’ better now?” He asked softly.
“Yeah, Ni” you whispered, nodding softly. You puckered your lips once more, and he obliged your silent request, leaning down and kissing you softly. “I love you” you whispered as the two of you pulled back.
“I love you, Petal” he echoed, kissing your head. “Let’s get you comfortable, hmm?” He smiled, carrying you over to the bed. He sat you down, going to your drawers to grab panties and one of his white t-shirts. He gently put them on you, helping you to put lotion on before detangling your hair.
He finished getting you ready for bed and got you beneath the covers, climbing in with you and pulling you close. He reached over to the bedside table and grabbed the remote, handing it to you. “Thanks, Ni” you whispered, turning on the TV and flicking to your favorite show as he took out his phone to order a pizza.
“Food’s on the way, baby” he murmured after a while, kissing your temple.
“You’re so good to me, Ni” you whispered softly, gazing up at him from where you were cuddled into his side.
“Only the best for my favorite girl” he smiled softly, kissing your nose gently.
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please please please (NO PRESSURE BUT) (IM BEGGING YA)
something extremely smutty where like niall is working out: (literally need nothing else completely go ham its up to you but just like LOOK:)
the little jerk as he lifts up yk what im talking aboutt lets not pretend we're not *respectfully* looking.
as if i could say no to this 😅 it’s not the smuttiest thing, but if we’re open to a part 2, there’s a lot of room to play 😏
Word Count : 1.3k
it was the breathy grunts that first got your attention.
you’d never cared much for niall’s workouts, always preferring to have the quiet time, enjoying a cuppa, maybe a book or tv show. but as you were just getting cozy with your tea, pulling the blanket over your legs, you could hear him from down the hall.
it piqued your interest, the sounds he was making having reached your ears, and for some reason, shooting down to your centre, leaving a little tingle of interest.
and for that same reason, you were now leaving your warmth and comfort, flinging the blanket back over the arm of the couch, trudging down the hall.
once you pop head around the doorframe though, eyes coming into contact with your boyfriend, the tingle of interest in your cunt quickly turned to a dribble of excitement.
because fuck, was this the scene you’d been missing out on all these years ? you’ll have to remember to scold yourself for that one later, but for now, your brain was short wiring. niall was currently laying on his exercise mat, legs bent up at the knees, slightly spread, his arms straight up above his head, doing some sit ups with an exercise ball in his hands. and, since the universe wanted to punish you even more, with every flex of his abs, his hips would thrust up just a bit with the force of the movement.
he was glistening, a sheen of sweat all over his skin, torso bare for your eyes to ogle. and when did your drip of excitement turn into a full fledged puddle of arousal ? how long had you been watching ? why are you quite literally feeling yourself leaking down your inner thighs ?
it’s once he lays back down, taking a moment to breathe between sets, that you make your presence known. you weren’t exactly trying to, but a small whimper managed to escape your throat without permission. but really, his entire body was stretched out, muscles flexed, and if you look really closely, you can see the outline of his cock through his shorts. you really can’t be blamed.
niall’s eyes flick over to the door, noticing you, quirking his eyebrow, “what is it, love ?”
you bite your lip, heat rising on your cheeks at the prospect of being caught. however, niall was your boyfriend, had been for a long time, and moments like this don’t much embarrass you anymore, “d’you always look this good while you workout ?”
a loud breathy chuckle erupts from niall, echoing through the room, “gonna start joining me, sweet girl ?”
you squint at him, tilting your head to the side, looking at him with a playfully untrusting look, “was this your plan all along ?”
and so maybe he wanted to see if being a little louder than usual, a little more grunty than usual, would make you come over. and maybe he chose to forego his shirt, and maybe he spread his legs a tiny bit more than usual, in an effort to keep you around. “does it really matter now ?” he smiles innocently, “can see how wet your thighs are getting.”
“i hope you plan on doing something about that,” you smirk, shaking your head at your boyfriend’s antics.
“can’t do anything from way over there,” he hums, nodding his head in a come hither motion, “c’m’ere.”
as you finally step into the room, waltzing over to niall, he quickly reaches out for your ankles, his sheer strength taking over your moment of weakness, making you stop with your feet spread on either side of his head, eyes locked straight up between your thighs.
it was still early enough in the day, you hadn’t changed from your sleep shorts, tiny piece of fabric without any panties, something niall typically likes to tease you about, “why even wear anything if you’re gonna put those on,” he always drones on before bed.
but for now, he’s not complaining a bit, a fairly good view of your sopping cunt, peaking through the drenched fabric, arousal coating your inner thighs, “s’a good thing i’m parched,” he groans, hands gliding up your calves, stopping behind your knee, abruptly giving a tug, making your legs buckle. you squeak loudly, echoing through the room, as you were caught off guard, knees colliding with the mat underneath niall.
with your cunt sitting right above his face, niall groans, feeling the hot hot heat radiating off of you, “christ, and i thought i was warm,” he mumbles, his tongue darting out to lick along your skin.
he swirls around your thigh, taking his sweet time, lapping up any bit of arousal that’s made it way past your shorts, before moving onto the other thigh.
your legs were trembling, head tipped back, as your breathing accelerates. he was avoiding any area near your pussy, every ounce of your being aching for more. more tongue, more touches, more niall. more, more, more.
but once your skin was cleaned up, he pats your legs, groaning, “perfect post workout snack. think m’gonna jump into the shower now, baby.”
your eyebrows furrow immediately, because absolutely the fuck not, “like hell you are,” you quip, shuffling yourself until your centre is hovering right above his stiffening member. “you clean me, i clean you,” you murmur, leaning down over him.
and just like he did for you, your tongue slowly laps up the beads of sweat over his stomach and chest, feeling the ridges of his abs with every stroke.
your eyes flutter shut, the musky, heady scent of sweaty man wafting through the air, the salty taste on your tongue, it was doing things you never could have imagined. not once had you really given workout niall a chance like this, something he always does much too early in the morning for your liking. but the more you were delving into it, the more your brain was swirling with want. with need.
you couldn’t stop, too caught up in licking as much of him as you could, tongue flicking over his nipples, mouth attaching to his pulse point.
and it was working. you were teasing him right back. his telltale little breathy pants huffing against your ear whenever you were close to his neck, fingernails indenting your hips, his cock now painfully hard.
you’re not even sure niall’s noticed that his hips have started rolling, searching for any sort of relief, something you’re not too keen on giving into quite yet.
so a moment later, you pull away, coming to a stand, “better get that shower going, we have some things to do today.”
niall scrubs his face in his hands, groaning loudly for a moment, before getting up with you. and as quick as a flash, he’s got you scooped up in his arms, running off.
you squeal again, laughing loudly, as he whips down the hall, around the corners, and into the washroom. he quickly closes the door behind himself, setting you down on your feet, pinning you against the wall, “can forget about all those things you have planned today. gonna be too busy.”
you hum, your body melting against the wall, as niall’s mouth leaves a trail of open mouth kisses over your shoulder and neck, teeth nibbling on the shell of your ear, “hmm tell me. tell me what we’re gonna do.”
“gonna start by showering with me,” he murmurs against your ear, “and if you’re a good girl, i might use the shower head on you.”
you whimper, nodding quickly, “please, fuck. what else ?”
niall tuts, shaking his head, “depends how good you are for me. now how about stripping down and washing me off in the shower ?”
“yes, yes anything. m’a good girl, i promise.”
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i read your “spitting & bj” oneshot all the time 😅 i would love if you could write some more oral (m receiving) with niall! love your writing!
thank you! i havent written in a year. so im sorry i know this isnt really good but it was about time I got back to it! hopefully some of you enjoy this! 1.4k smut!
"This traffic jam is fucking annoying." my boyfriend mumbled with a groan. "I swear it's like that every fucking afternoon."
I turned my head slightly to look at him, my eyes roaming up and down, from his face to his thighs before a small smile drew itself on my lips despite myself.
"Okay grumpy."
He groaned once again and I chuckled before moving closer to him and grabbing the side of his face, my palm rubbing gently on his growing beard as I imagined how it would feel on the inside of my thighs if he would eat me out.
"Baby, calm down, it doesn't matter. All that matters is that we're together, don't you think?"
Slowly, he turned my way and his eyes met mine, making my smile grow bigger immediately. I could never be tired of watching him, and as cliché as it could sound, every time our eyes met, I would feel butterflies hit the inside of my stomach, threatening to escape.
I leaned my head against the seat, my eyes never leaving his, and let my hand slip from his face to his neck and down his chest. I had to move a little closer to reach between his legs and it made him raise his eyebrows, a smirk appearing quickly on his face.
"You seem surprised." I pointed out with a chuckle as I moved my upper body even closer. "We're stuck in traffic, the car barely moved in the past 10 minutes, perhaps you need something to entertain yourself?"
"You're my favorite entertainment, petal, you know that." he laughed a bit. "And if you want to distract me with your hands, I'll never say no."
I licked my lips and held my bottom lip with my teeth as I carrssed his cock over his pants, something moving down to his balls. I could feel him get harder and harder the more I touched him and it turned me on too. I let out a short whimper, making him thrust his hips up despite himself. I pressed my thighs together, trying to resist the urge to touch myself and when someone behind us honked, we both jumped and I took my hand back.
"Fookin' asshole." my boyfriend muttered, moving a bit on his seat before driving the car over the few feet separating us from the car ahead. "It's not like it changed anything."
Without wasting time, I brought my hand back to his dick and my heart jumped on my chest when I realized he was still hard. Immediately, he moved on his seat to get a better position and I kept touching him gently.
"You know it's literally impossible to concentrate on anything else but your hand on my cock, pet, don't you?"
"Mmhm." I admitted, biting my bottom lip again. "What would you say if I used both hands?"
"I'd say I'm all yours, you can do anything you want, angel."
My other hand reached for his zipper and without thinking, he moved his ass up to help me. I could feel my pussy throb as I took his hard dick out of his pants without even caring who could see us. I was turned on by the fact that I could easily arouse him and quickly grabbed his cock with both hands, stroking him gently. He let his head fall against the seat, his eyes closed and I glanced at the windshield to make sure we didn't need to drive again.
"Petal, you're such a tease."
I felt his fingers run in my hair and suddenly, he grabbed it and brought my head closer to his cock. My lips brushed on his tip and that simple contact brought my whole body on fire. He seemed to enjoy it too as he let out a moan.
"Use your lips and tongue baby, be the good little slut I know you can be."
I didn't even think a second about protesting. When Niall asked me something like that, there was nothing I wanted more than to please him. I stuck my tongue out slightly, running it on the soft tip of his dick, trying to resist the urge to suck on it right away. I loved teasing him but most of the time, I was even more impatient than he was to taste him, and I couldn't stop myself.
This time, though, I took my time, licking the head of his cock slowly and gently as his fingers slipped in my hair again. I pulled the skin of his cock down, running the tip of my tongue right around the base of his head and his hand gripped my hair so tight I felt tears in my eyes. My pussy started throbbing harder and I whimpered again.
"Just take it in your mouth now, or I swear you're going to regret it when we get home."
This time, it took me a second to react. I wanted to know how exactly he would punish me when we'd get home, but I was also avid for the taste of his precum on my buds. He pushed on my head and I just opened my mouth, feeling my lips slide around his cock, pressing them on his length to turn him on even more.
"Mm, fuck, stay there."
I tried to breathe from my nose but gagged a few times before choking and when he let go of me he pulled again on my hair, his eyes meeting mine this time.
"D'you think you can make me cum before I need to focus on the road again, petal?"
I nodded quickly, more eager to please than I had ever been, and it made an other smirk take shape on his lips. I was expecting him to bring my head back to his hard cock but instead, he moved his hand between my thighs, rubbing my pussy through my pants with the side of his hand. It didn't seem to satisfy him and in a swift movement, he slipped his hand in my pants, over my panties, and gently pressed the tip of his middle finger on my clit.
"I love how wet you get from sucking my cock." he whispered, moving his finger so slowly that it made my body tremble. "If you make me cum good, I promise that when we get home, I'll suck on your cunt until you beg me to stop."
"What if I never want you to stop?" I asked innocently, tilting my head.
"Then I'll never stop."
Quickly, I undid my seatbelt to be more comfortable and moved back down on his cock, taking it completely in my mouth and running my tongue on it at the same time. He kept moving his hips up and down, fucking my mouth the best he could, and when I felt his dick twitch in my mouth, I knew he was close. I moved my head away and closed my eyes, feeling his warm cum spurting all over my face, landing on my lips, cheeks and even some in my hair.
"You're such a fucking little minx, I swear." He complained with a grunt. "I wanted to cum on your mouth and you knew it."
He pulled me up by my hair and our gazes met again. His eyes roamed on my face, probably looking at his cum covering my face, and he shook his head slightly. I licked my lips, finally tasting him and moaned low, making the left corner of his lips raise up. He brought one of his fingers on my cheek to gather some of his cum and brought it back to my lips. I quickly sucked on his finger until he took it back and he smiled more.
I brought the bottom of my shirt up to wipe the rest of his orgasm off my cheeks but he stopped me.
"Don't. Keep it." he ordered. "That's the price to pay for not doing exactly what I wanted. And buckle up, we're finally moving."
I remained silent and did what he told me to do as I started to remember where we were.
"Do you think anyone saw us?" I asked, not daring to look by any windows.
"Probably. I hope they enjoyed the show." he laughed, putting his dick back in his pants and zipping them again. "Too bad for them, they won't say what I'm gonna do to you when we get home."
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Zoom Call
Summary: Niall and y/n are in a long distance relationship and call every night, but one time he got caught up in work and forgot how late it will be by her when he finally does.
Pairing: boyfriend!niall x reader
Wordcount: 550
Trigger warnings: none
Y/n waited all day for Niall to call her. But he didn't, maybe he forgot it. They are in a long-distance relationship, and she is still waiting for a proposal, but he said he waits a bit more until they can live together again.
Instead of sitting the whole time before the laptop and waiting, she decided to do her skincare and get herself ready for bed. Niall is living in another time zone due to his job. He loves his job, but sometimes all he wants is to spend more time with his girlfriend instead of traveling around the world and doing concerts.
He hates to be apart from her. And she does too.
After two hours he still hasn't called and y/n falls asleep. She’s too tired to stay up and wait. Y/n hates time zones. She hates that she can’t be with him or see him whenever she wants, but breaking up isn’t an option; they're both too much in love.
Niall is the love of her life.
Her phone started ringing, she opened her eyes a little bit and searched for the phone, but it wasn't the ringing that came from there. It was Niall calling her.
It took her a while to open her eyes properly and adjust back to the light. She answered his call and he saw the dreamy look on her face. The dreamy look he loves so much. He loves the way her eyes look at him and her lips in that small smile. “Hey, did you sleep well?” He whispers, he doesn't want to be too loud and wake her completely up. She nods, “sorry I got caught up in work.” The dreamy look on her face is so beautiful. He already took a picture.
“Did my skincare and couldn’t stay up,” she spouts. “It's so late here.”
“I know and I am sorry,” he apologies to her, “soon.”
She smiles shortly. “Promise?”
He showed his finger and it made her giggle, “pinky promise,” They talked about everything, from what they had for lunch, to what was the best part of their day (the call). How much they miss each other and how much they love the other person more everyday.
They are perfect for each other.
Y/n mentioned that she loves him and wants to start a family when he’s back and he has the best reaction she saw.
Her boyfriend was so adorable she had to take a picture.
They talked for so long that y/n couldn’t keep her eyes open. She tried her best to stay awake, to talk more but her body didn’t allow her. One thing she didn’t hear was that he’ll come home in two weeks, her eyes were already closed and her eyes shut down. So it will be a perfect surprise for her.
He sang her to sleep and ended the call with a big grin on his face. He’s so happy to see her every day, even when it’s just on the screen of his laptop or phone, but better than not seeing her at all. He loves her too much to only call once in a while. They both need those calls.
After every call, they feel better and more loved by the other one.
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𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐄 | 𝟐
➯ Y/N DOESN’T FOLLOW INSTRUCTIONS AND HARRY IS WORRIED ABOUT THEIR CONNECTION.
✰ demon!harry no warnings.
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Y/N spends the weekend suppressing her urge to search for information on demons. Not only because it will further confirm that they exist (and/or that her mental health is rapidly declining) but also because she can’t get Harry’s parting words out of her head:
I’ll know if you break your promise.
Y/N still doesn't know how and is unsure if finding out will make things better or worse. But if he really does possess some sort of omniscience then what was to say he wouldn’t know of her anxious probing? It was safer not to test that theory, she thinks. So why were her fingers itching so severely?
From the moment she wakes up, ridiculously early thanks to Harry’s two p.m. bedtime, there is nothing else she can think about. At first, she carries on as normal, finding out once again that she is still out of her favourite cereal and immediately shoving her shoes on angrily; making the trip to her local shop just to buy a box of Frosted Wheats. Although she doesn’t spend longer than fifteen minutes outside her house, it is the most paranoid journey of her life. Every corner seems darker, and every person feels suspicious. Ever since finding out demons are roaming around, previous day-to-day activities feel somewhat feeble to Y/N, like life itself is even more insignificant than she already thinks it is. She knows dwelling on that for too long is never a grand idea, but it is difficult not to when she feels so exposed and defenceless. Because who ever prepares to deal with demons? There’s no crash course on what to do if you run into one, and she already has! Not to mention, she’s sure her experience was an abnormal one and she should probably be sending a thankful prayer to someone.
So Y/N makes her way home in a far from relaxed manner, trying to avoid suspicion and breathes a sigh of relief through her nose once she has her first mouthful of cereal. She continues to plod along mindlessly following her routine of breakfast, showering, and cleaning; finding solace in the music she puts on to drown out her thoughts. Though they soon catch up with her whilst she is making her bed; laptop glaring at her from across the room, taunting her to open it.
So she does. She stomps over to it and wastes no time in turning it on and typing demons into the search bar. There, she thinks, not such a big deal anymore, is it? The results load instantaneously and are just as disappointing as she knew they would be. Music videos and definitions clog up her screen, and Y/N nearly closes the tab immediately, feeling silly at the sliver of hope she’d had—but a picture catches her off guard. Without overthinking it, she clicks on the image results and feels an intense, internal discomfort at the sight of the different depictions, all haunted and pained. They’re blurry around the edges, painted with murky colours—creatures with morphing faces and sharp teeth looming over helpless figures, feeding off of their discontent, draining their life force, ending their existence. Y/N attempts to picture Harry as one of these beasts and falls short. He’d looked so human. Acted so human—despite the obvious sorcery he possessed. She glances at her ankle, the bruise and the swelling still ever present but the pain nonexistent. He couldn’t be whatever those photos try to depict. He took her pain away; he didn’t desire it. But why is she trying so hard to make him innocent? He told her he was a killer, and that he could kill her if he wanted to. That was far from the definition of innocence.
Y/N groans and wipes her hands down her face, “What the fuck are you doing?” She mutters to herself, slamming the laptop shut and pulling her phone from her back pocket, opening her messages to type one to her friend Sarah.
are you free for drinks later?
She sincerely hopes she is.
Harry has never had a problem that he couldn’t fix. Ever since he could remember, things just seemed to go his way. As a child, he reaped the benefits of being the younger sibling, his parents wrapping him up in the softest of proverbial cotton wool which is something his sister, Gemma, never fails to hold against him. She’s constantly going on about how Mum and Dad handed everything to you on a plate. Personally, Harry doesn’t think that is his fault, but he understands her frustrations—he never needed to worry about a single thing.
That was until he hit puberty—an intense transition for the best of people but something catastrophically awful for a demon—and experienced every emotion tenfold. He started acting out, unnecessarily picking on Gemma, verbally hitting where it hurt and talking to his parents with an acidic tone. He was angry all the time, for no apparent reason, which made him even angrier until he’d built up a reputation for it. Despite popular belief, not all demons are the very definition of evil itself and where Harry grew up (on a small chunk of Earth that Lucifer had assigned demons to centuries ago, that no one knew existed), he was an anomaly for his behaviour. He was steered clear of, whispered about and gawked at for years as he shrunk further and further into himself until he was no more than an irate vessel.
Typically, Harry wouldn’t act on his feelings, letting them stew and bubble underneath the surface usually until he had sex (with one of the small handful of men and women that weren’t deterred by his personality, but allured) or found something to punch—which was more often than not a wall. But after years of hating his life and experiencing everyone else hate it too, he’d had enough.
He had been taking a walk after successfully upsetting his family for the umpteenth time, trying not to break his knuckles, when he’d heard jeers clearly aimed at him. It’s the resident saddo! Come to kill the mood, have you? He ignored them as if they’d bounced off him, which they never did and never had done, but he carried on walking because that’s what he always did. And he was doing so well, even tuning some of it out until he heard words that no one had ever said to him before. Why don’t you just kill yourself? dripping in venom, and that caused Harry to stop—dead in his tracks as he tried to process what he’d just heard. But no amount of time would have changed his mind right then and there as he turned around and stormed over to the voice with a purpose he’d never quite felt before. He faintly recognised his taunter from school, (knowing he was a bully then, and a bully now) and he felt like what he was about to do had been deserved for quite a while as he swung his arm back. The look of panic on the guy’s face was rewarding in more ways than one, but Harry thinks wiping the look away as his fist collides with his nose was a much better feeling.
That was the first time he’d ever hit someone, and he probably had gone a bit overboard, as he sat down in front of his crying mother with bloodied—but not broken—knuckles. “You nearly k-killed him, Harry,” she says through quiet sobs. She had tried so hard her entire life to prove demons weren’t all bad and he’d embarrassed her, scared her and tainted her reputation (even more so than he already did just by existing) all in one day.
“He deserved it, Mum. I’m sorry but it’s the truth.” Harry picks at the blood underneath his nails.
His father clears his throat from across the room, as he stands with his hands braced on the back of a dining chair. “Son, you’re nineteen. You’ve only got a few years until you stop growing and remain the person you are forever,” he walks over to perch on the arm of the chair his mother was sitting in, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Your mother and I have been talking, and we’ve decided… that you will go and live among the humans, to build yourself a life away from here where you are so unhappy so that hopefully you can turn your life around before it’s too late.” The words wind Harry as he sits there shocked, watching as more tears fall down his mother’s face and looking towards the doorway when he notices Gemma is standing there, despair apparent on her own face. And he suddenly wishes he could take back every bad word he has ever said as she looks at him with an expression only someone with unconditional love for a person could have. He hopes she understands as he mirrors her face on his own, a silent communication of I’m sorry. I love you.
“Harry—” His mother starts but he’s on his feet, hands shaky as he nods, suddenly recognising what was happening.
“Okay,” he says. “When do I go?”
“Tomorrow morning,” his father says. “and Harry, if you’re going to hurt people that deserve it, at least make it worth your while.”
And Harry did (dabbling in other things here and there but always going back to what he knew best). He found his purpose in culling his new home from demons and humans alike much worse than the one who told him to kill himself, and Harry often laughs at how mild that now seems, in comparison to what he does—a violence that his mother will never accept, one his father acknowledges and his sister ignores.
The transition to human-inhabited Earth was much smoother than Harry had anticipated. He chose to go to northern England, where his parents had picked their accents from and found a quaint flat—albeit using his parents’ money but he hadn’t taken advantage of his mind compulsion which had felt wrong to do so early on. He worked hard, learning how to make himself available for summonings; building up his repertoire, honing the skills that made him desirable and collecting souls in return.
And he’d been going nearly eighty years now (his physical age ceasing once he turned twenty-five) and managing to find his own sort of peace of mind like his parents’ hoped, still facing no problems he couldn’t overcome.
Until Y/N.
He knows she’s the reason he feels a very sudden urge to get to the bar that’s closest to her house. It’s a deep-rooted feeling of dread that makes him gasp and his skin prickle, an unfamiliar feeling that he immediately knows he hates. And he wishes he could ignore it, pretend it is a fluke and everything is fine and run himself a nice bath—but instead he’s pulling on shoes and closing his eyes, mapping out the journey from his house to Y/N’s and then the bar before he’s evaporating and reappearing in the alleyway a jog away from the entrance. The sense of unease is crushingly strong now and Harry swears he can feel a weight on his lungs; he thinks this must be what panic is like, but he’s never known it to be so unbearable.
He wastes no time, marching into the bar as inconspicuously as a man like himself could and scanning the room. She sticks out to him straight away; sat at a table across from a woman with an easy smile on her face and a half-empty glass in her hand. Harry furrows his brows, wondering what the false alarm was all about; she’s happy (which is something he’s not seen yet) but the pounding in his chest hasn’t stopped—and he’s ready to turn around, thinking about that bath he should be in right now when out of the corner of his eyes sees someone saunter over to their table. There’s a darkness surrounding him that only Harry can see and suddenly the dread disappears—Harry breathes a sigh of relief once he knows it’s nothing he can’t handle and relaxes against the wall. But then Y/N is standing up from her chair and pointing an antagonising finger towards the demon which has Harry tuning into her voice and the worry rising once again; he is on his way to getting emotional whiplash.
“I asked you to leave us alone.” She snaps and Harry rolls his eyes muttering a fuck’s sake under his breath, but staying put, giving her the chance to not go too far. The demon smiles and despite Harry only being able to see the side of his face, he knows it’s sickening.
“Thought you pretty girls might have changed your minds.” He steps closer to Y/N and she tries to take a larger one back but her chair is in the way so she stays put. Just fucking sit down, Harry thinks, but it’s safe to assume she’s refusing to back down.
“Well we haven’t, thank you, so kindly fuck off.” This has Harry pushing away from the wall and slowly weaving his way towards her, endeavouring to stay calm. As he expected, the demon loses his attempt at charm, a snarl curling onto his lips as his hand shoots out to grab Y/N’s wrist. She gasps and tries to pull away but he doesn’t let go and the woman Y/N is with is standing up, ready to intervene but Harry gets there first.
“There you are. Been looking everywhere, thought you’d left without me,” Harry tries to smile at Y/N, attempting to communicate with his eyes to play along before his gaze hardens as he looks down at the demon. “Let go of her.” He swiftly does but Harry notices the look of recognition pass between them as they simultaneously think: I know what you are. “When someone tells you no, they mean no,” he wastes no more time on him, turning back to Y/N, “You two still want me to take you home?”
Y/N misses a beat, slightly tipsy Harry realises, before she catches on, “Oh yeah, yes please, thanks.” Grabbing her bag from the back of her chair and pushing past the demon who is still standing too close for comfort—her friend hastily following along wordlessly. “Fucking creep,” Y/N mutters under her breath but Harry grabs her arm quickly as they make their way out.
“He can still hear you,” he warns and she shrugs him off with a sigh.
“Oops,” she deadpans, speeding up so she can walk in front of Harry and out of the door.
He introduces himself once they’re outside, turning to the woman with his hand outstretched. “Hi, I’m Harry. Sorry to cut your night short.”
She accepts his handshake with a small smile, “That’s okay. He was really gross. I’m Sarah—”
“It’s not okay. Are you following me?” Y/N cuts in, hands on hips.
Harry sighs, “No, I’m not following you, it was a coincidence. I’m sorry for intervening but I needed to talk to you anyway so—”
“So what? You think it’s okay to exert your weird powers and make us leave? I was handling it just fine.”
“Uhh, Y/N, I’m going to phone Mitch,” Sarah rushes out, gesturing with her phone awkwardly as she walks out of earshot.
Harry frowns at Y/N, observing the way she reaches out for support from the wall. “Don’t look at me like that,” she snaps.
“What the fuck were you thinking? What did I say yesterday, for fuck’s sake?” He crosses his arms and his biceps strain against the short sleeves of his black t-shirt.
“About what?” She scoffs before it clicks, “Wait, was he—That was a demon?” Her eyes widen and her brows crease. Harry watches her as the realisation hits and she covers her mouth with her hand, the other still bracing against the wall. “Is he going to kill me? Oh God, what is happening?” she whispers. Harry’s gaze softens a bit as she starts to panic.
He takes a step towards her, “Y/N, look at me,” her eyes flit up to his, “He’s not going to kill you, okay? Won’t let that happen… Are you okay?” He asks.
She shakes her head, “Not really,” as she slides down the brick wall. “Is that why you said he could still hear me when I called him a creep?” Harry nods. She seems to ponder for a moment, eyes unfocused and Harry glances at Sarah who’s still on the phone. Y/N gasps, “Is that why the light around him was all murky?”
Harry snaps his head back towards Y/N, “What? You could see that?”
She nods, “Is that bad?”
Harry lets out a humourless laugh, “It’s not exactly… good. Ah fuck, I’ve been trying to ignore this shit,” he sighs, rubbing his hands down his face and scratching at his jaw.
“Ignore what shit? Start telling me stuff,” she huffs.
“Careful...” he looks at her, shaking his head, “but I suppose I’ll tell you something.” She sits up slightly, intrigued and pleasantly surprised that he complied. “I think I can sense when you’re in danger… That’s why I was here tonight. And when you were at work and I came to get you, I could sense that you were anxious. I think you were on the verge of a panic attack.”
“Are you being serious?” She was hardly expecting that.
“No, I’m making all of this up, actually,” he lowers his head in mock surrender.
“Oh fuck off, Harry, that’s not funny,” Y/N stands up from the wall to get a closer look at him. “You really could be making it all up for a laugh. Could’ve drugged me and pretended you could teleport, or whatever,” she squints at him, analysing his face and scowling at him when his lip curls. “Why have I been so willingly believing you?” As soon as she asks the question, he leans down to her height and she watches his eyes cloud over with swirls as if someone has spilled a pot of black paint right into his waterline.
“Think these are contacts?” He asks, smirk ever-present. Right. She’d forgotten about that.
“Probably not,” she grumbles.
“What was that?”
“No! They’re not contacts.” He grins and leans back, eyes clear once again.
“You back to believing me then, Bambi?” She rolls her eyes but nods, “Because trust me, there are much better things for me to be doing than pulling an elaborate prank on a human—”
“Y/N!” Sarah calls as she walks back over. She flinches slightly at the abrupt sound of her voice. “Mitch is going to be here soon, do you want a lift?”
“Uh—”
“That’s okay, I’ll take her home. We’ll still need to clear some stuff up,” Harry answers.
“Are you sure?” Sarah directs towards Y/N, and Harry realises that she has every right to be suspicious; having briefly witnessed an argument—not the most stellar introduction.
“Oh yeah, yeah I’m sure. I… I trust him,” Harry feels a little zap of warmth go through him at her confession. It was hard for her to say, made obvious by the way she won’t look at him, and he represses a smile.
“I really am sorry about earlier, Sarah. Isn’t my preferred way of introducing myself, I’ll admit.” Harry feels Y/N look at him then but his eyes stay on Sarah, who gives him a smile.
“That’s okay, I’ve seen worse, honestly. How did you two meet? Y/N hasn’t mentioned you.” She gives a pointed look to Y/N who glares back at her.
“Oh, I wouldn’t have expected her to,” he smiles. “We just started working together. Safe to say we butt heads sometimes,” he looks at Y/N and only grins wider at her scowl. “Just needed to ask some questions about work and I can’t log into the system to input some data, s’all.”
“That sounds like a fun Saturday night!” Sarah laughs slightly, enjoying the look of dissatisfaction on Y/N’s face, just as Mitch pulls up beside them. Y/N gives him a small wave which he returns with a nod. “Text me, okay?”
Y/N nods, “Yeah, I will,” as Sarah gets in the car. “Shouldn’t trust you. You’re a world-class liar,” she mutters under her breath, a fake smile plastered on her face as she waves the car off.
“You do trust me though,” he nudges her, far too amused for her liking. “I’m honoured, Bambi, to be bestowed with such a precious thing.” He places a hand over his heart and she flips him off, pivoting on her heel and walking in most likely the wrong direction to her home. “Oi!” He calls, “not wise to be on your own with a demon on the loose.” This stops her, words intended to be teasing hitting harder than either of them thought they would.
She lets herself think, really think, about it for a few seconds. What could have happened? “Harry?” She breathes, back still turned. “Was he really going to hurt me?” He’s in front of her in an instant; literally appearing, a pinch between his brows and lips downturned.
“I don’t know what he wanted to do and I don’t want to think about it, okay? Neither should you.” His tone is harsher than he means it to be and he feels like an asshole when her eyes well up, glimpsing up at him with a look reminiscent of the first time he saw her. He’s reminded of the alcohol in her system when her lip wobbles—feeling like he’s witnessed enough of her anger to know she’d prefer to showcase scowling over crying—and he’s trying to stay composed. “Don’t cry, little thing,” he sighs, “I forget how delicate you are,” Harry brings a tentative hand up to her bare shoulder and cringes at the ice-cold skin that greets him. “You’re freezing,” he whispers before he strokes down her arm slowly and closes his eyes, concentrating as warmth trails out of his fingertips and into her skin.
Y/N gasps as her body fills with heat; she feels as though she’s stepped into a log cabin with a roaring fireplace, or snuggled under a mountain of blankets, or submerged herself in a deep bath. Her eyes flutter shut, displacing a tear from her waterline, and a loosened breath escapes her mouth; refusing to mention her below-comfortable body temperature feeling silly now with the newfound intense warmth she’s experiencing. Despite the earlier drinks that had poured a pleasant coating along her throat, Y/N’s sure she’s tipsier currently than she had been thirty seconds ago. And when she feels Harry’s thumb wipe the droplet away she very nearly melts into his touch but she blinks her eyes open instead, hoping to clear some of the fog that had conveniently steered her thoughts in a much nicer direction. “I want to go home.”
Harry nods, hand trailing down to meet her own—eyes never straying from hers, still filled with unshed tears. “Hold my hand, yeah? I’ll take you home,” she lets him intertwine their fingers, hers swallowed by his much larger ones. “No one can see us,” he assures. And then they’re gone.
Y/N doesn’t like how nice it feels to hold Harry’s hand. She thinks she must just be touch-starved, but it’s hard to deny that the warmth he emits is addictive. And with the way he’s squeezing her she almost thinks he feels the same way, but he then keeps squeezing and the bones in her fingers are seconds away from shattering. “Ouch!” He looks at her briefly and then back towards her front door, relaxing his hand, but his face is far from tranquil. “What’s wrong?”
“Something’s not right. Stay here.” Y/N feels her heart drop, dozens of possibilities running through her head in a matter of seconds, watching as Harry steps up to her door and wiggles the handle. Still locked. Y/N releases a breath. “Gimme your keys,” Harry sticks his palm up and twitches his fingers impatiently as she rummages around in her bag. “Stay here,” he repeats once she puts them in his hand. “Do you understand me?” His eyes burn through her own as she nods silently. “Say it, Y/N.”
“I understand.” She doesn’t argue. Her eyes flicker around as he enters her home, checking behind her, entirely paranoid. The clothes she’s wearing are suddenly itchy and hot, and her necklace is digging in, and God does Y/N hate waiting. Every second drags on for what feels like an eternity as she stands in front of her door, hands sweaty and grasped together for dear life.
She thinks she hears Harry groan and nearly reaches out for the handle but before she can, he’s swinging the door open looking far more relaxed than he had mere minutes ago. “You can come in. It’s safe. Just my stupid mate, Niall.”
Y/N flinches, “What? There’s someone in there?” Harry nods, resigned.
“Said he tried to go to my house but ended up here. He’s a pain but he’s friendly, come on.” He ushers her with a wave, “Want me to hold your hand?” Y/N glares at him and bats his hand away—his unapologetic grin annoyingly contagious as she averts her eyes and steps past him. Sure enough, there’s a man in her living room sitting on her sofa, who stands up as soon as Y/N enters. He has a sheepish grin on his face as he extends a hand.
“Hi, I’m Niall. Sorry.” He scratches the back of his head.
Y/N is hesitant but accepts the handshake, aware of her clammy hands, “Y/N,” she replies, “Why are you in my house, Niall?” Her heart is beating out of control.
“Not so sure myself, to be honest with you! Swear I was going to Harry’s,” he nods towards Harry who has taken his place next to Y/N.
“You’re a—You’re a demon as well then,” Y/N concludes, but Niall nods anyway.
“I am. Promise I’m nice though, don’t want to cause you any harm,” he holds his hands up and Y/N glances at Harry to find him already looking at her.
“He is, I told you already. Didn’t lie,” Harry encourages.
“This is—I don’t—” she stutters, putting a hand to her forehead. To say she is overwhelmed would be an understatement; the night’s events have yet to be processed but they’re still being piled on.
“I need to talk to Niall, okay?” Harry rests his hand on her back when he notices her shallow breathing. “Let’s calm you down, yeah?” She looks up at him but her eyes are absent and Harry can tell she’s not really in the room anymore, “Okay?” pulls a short nod from her as he guides them to her bedroom. He glances behind him to give Niall a look and he takes a seat on her sofa again.
Y/N stands by her bed and stares at her hands as Harry shuts her door. Her voice is quiet as she calls his name and he faces her immediately, “This is too much,” she whispers, “Why is he in my house?” The huffed laugh she lets out is humourless.
“I’m going to talk to him, figure it out,” Y/N’s hands are jittery, scratching at her arm until the skin starts to sting. “Stop that,” Harry pulls her wrist away gently, thumb on his other hand stroking over the spot as he takes away the pain instantly. “I’ll run you a bath, okay?” She doesn’t object so he walks over to her en-suite and turns the light on. “Come sit,” he pats the toilet seat lid.
As Harry kneels down and turns the tap on he can’t help but sigh, wishing this was his bath he was drawing, getting lost in the swishing of the water as his hand makes little patterns. Y/N has an array bubble bath that he generously pours in, turning the water a pretty lilac. The warmth of the liquid lulls him into a distracted state as his thoughts escalate, about Y/N mainly. About what he’s going to do with her; with their connection. What can he do—when he doesn’t even understand it? He can feel her watching him but he’s so zoned out it doesn’t fully register, not until she gently nudges him with her foot. “Harry, that’s too hot.” He hums in confusion before looking at his red hand and realising he was only running hot water.
“Oh, ‘m sorry.” He turns the cold on. He feels uneasy about letting his guard down—even for a moment—his tired expression clear as day to Y/N. Sweat beads at his forehead as the steam from the water catches up with him and he takes a moment to stand up, coughing slightly as if to diffuse the non-existent tension he’s convinced himself of. Y/N stays where she is, looking up at him with something akin to concern on her equally-as-tired face. She thinks this is the first time she’s felt not even an ounce of anger towards him, not even subconsciously, and she finds herself reaching out. Her hand stops before her brain does, refusing to touch his elbow as she’d thought to. It stays suspended in mid-air before she clears her throat awkwardly.
“Thank you, Harry, I can do it now.” He gives her an absent nod, scratching at his jaw before leaving the bathroom and she exhales shakily, getting to her feet and testing the water with her hand. It’s not her perfect temperature and the tub isn’t full yet but she doesn’t care, as she removes her clothes haphazardly and sinks into the still-running water. Y/N feels her muscles unclench at the sensation of near-molten liquid swimming around her, letting out a tiny involuntary moan that she immediately hopes Harry doesn’t hear.
He does. He stops mid-sentence when it hits his ears and narrows his eyes at Niall when he giggles slightly. “Don’t be gross, Niall,” Harry scolds.
“Me? It caught you off guard, did it not? Almost as if you’re trying to hear her,” he smiles knowingly.
“Stop being childish. I’ve been fucking running around after her for two days. I have to be alert.”
“No wonder your scent is drenched here then.” Suddenly Niall’s eyes light up and he clicks his fingers, “Ah! That must be why I ended up here! It reeks of you, must’ve confused the ol’ brain.”
“Yeah sure, the century-old-very-experienced-never-teleported-to-the-wrong-place-before brain. That makes sense.” Harry huffs, “There’s something going on, man. I dunno what to do.”
Niall guffaws, “Are you asking for my help? No way!” He laughs again, much to Harry’s displeasure.
“This isn’t fucking funny,” he crosses his arms across his chest, voice deadly steady.
“I’m not helping unless you explicitly ask,” Niall’s grinning, completely overjoyed by having the upper hand—a rare occurrence in their friendship.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Harry’s arms tense.
“Come onnn,” Niall drags out, “Come on, just ask and I’m all ears.”
Harry is reminded of how much he can dislike Niall (which always makes him feel a bit guilty because it’s just Harry being grumpy that causes the dislike and nothing genuinely wrong with Niall) as he sighs and sits down on Y/N’s sofa. Clearing his throat, he starts, “Niall, dearest Niall,” he smiles mordaciously. “Please will you help me?”
Niall claps his hands together, a broad and satisfied grin on his shameless face, “Nothing would make me happier, old friend.”
“I loathe you.”
“Now now, what’s up? Are you having trouble keeping tabs on the sweet-looking human?” He sits next to Harry, turning his body to face him and pulling his ankle over his knee.
“No, of course not,” Niall only smiles further. “She’s an angry little thing,” he admits, debating whether he really should feed him the whole story, before deciding fuck it and recounting his last two days in full.
Niall is sat back in disbelief by the end, but also clearly still amused. “So she was just crying? And that summoned you? Are you getting soft?” He laughs. When Harry’s gaze darkens and his eyes start to turn black, Niall holds his hands up, “Okay, sorry! It’s not funny. What are you gonna do about it?”
“I don’t fucking know!” Harry throws his hands in the air, hair mussed from ruffling it so much. Niall has never seen him so distressed—it’s the first thing that makes him furrow his brows in realisation that the situation is serious. “I hate worrying about her, it’s not natural. I don’t even know her and all of a sudden I can tell when she’s in danger? I can feel it in my stomach, in my bones. It’s fucking torture, Niall.” Harry rubs his hands down his face.
Niall is stumped. Harry’s never really needed his help before, and for it to be about something neither of them has any clue about. It’s worrying for two senior demons to be out of their depth. Unheard of, even. “Why don’t you get to know her then?” he finally comes up with.
Harry looks at him through his hands. “What? How does that help me?”
“Well, maybe you’d be less angry about it if you started to like her,” Niall shrugs.
“That would definitely make things worse. You’re fucking useless!” He stands up.
“Hey, that’s not fair. This is new to both of us, Harry.”
“I know. Sorry.” He sighs, sitting back down. “But getting to know her… She’s a human, Niall.”
“And?”
“It makes everything more complicated.” They stare at each other, unsure of what else to say.
“Well, she’s not going anywhere, is she? And whilst we figure out a better plan, you can help me out.” That grin is back.
Harry sighs but welcomes a distraction, “What with…?”
“Ah, you know me—”
“Niall.”
“I may have upset a human in a very high position who may have threatened to start some sort of war—It’s nothing to worry about really, I just need someone with mind compulsion to help it go away,” he smiles at Harry, eyes teasingly beseeching.
“You’re a pain in my ass, you know that? You’re no better than the human,” but by his words, Niall knows he’s got him and he lets out a quiet cheer, patting Harry on the bicep.
“Thanks, man. We should probably do it sooner than later, though,” Harry rolls his eyes. It was never easy with Niall.
“Fine. Let’s go now.”
“Aren’t you gonna—” Niall trails off, pointing towards Y/N’s bedroom.
Harry sighs, “Oh yeah. I’ll be a second.” He tousles his hair, trying to hide his dishevelled state as he knocks on the door. When he receives no reply his hand tentatively turns the door handle, sincerely hoping he isn’t about to make things worse. An empty bedroom greets him and he breathes a sigh of relief which quickly hitches when he hears it; a watery intake of breath that anyone with lesser capabilities would miss. Harry’s hesitation vanishes as he knocks on the bathroom door. “Y/N? Can I come in?”
Y/N gasps, coughing quickly to cover it up (although Harry still hears it), “Uh, yeah!” She tries to sound upbeat—which even if she wasn’t crying would still be odd considering she’s never been excited to see Harry—but it only sounds unstable. Harry opens the door slowly and catches the panicked wiping of her face as she tries to brush away the tears before her hand disappears into the tumultuous clouds of bubbles that rest around her. He feels that steady throbbing in his gut; the desire to make it all better fighting with the frustration of feeling that urge in the first place.
The frustration wins as a condescending comment claws its way up his throat, “Oh Bambi, you’re all tearful. You feeling overwhelmed?” Harry’s brows pinch together and he frowns, which Y/N visibly reacts to as another tear falls down her face. “You’re a little crybaby, aren’t you? Been crying so much.” She doesn’t say anything; just watches him with big, wet eyes and hot cheeks as he takes a seat on the toilet seat lid.
“Did you want something?” Y/N asks, voice congested.
“I’m leaving with Niall now. Needs me to sort something out.”
“You’re leaving?” She squeaks before she can help it.
“Don’t you want me to?” He smirks, trying to ignore the fear in her eyes. They well up again and she turns her head away, scrunching them shut. She rests her head on her knees that she’s hugging to her chest, hiding as much of her face as she can. Harry’s guilt starts to overpower his pride and he swears he can feel every single tear as they fall. “I won’t be long and then I’ll come back, yeah?” But she doesn’t look at him, acknowledge him even. “I’ll come back,” he whispers one last time before hesitantly standing up and walking towards the door, keeping his eyes on her. Once the door clicks shut he hears her quivering exhale and makes a swift exit to find Niall.
“Okay, let’s go,” he breathes, taking in Niall’s expression.
“That was mean of you, Harry,” he says.
“Yeah.” His hand finds Niall’s shoulder and he gives him a nod before they vanish from Y/N’s living room without disturbing as much as a follicle of dust. But Y/N’s sure she feels a draft rattle the bathroom door as she lets out a sob and buries her head further into her knees. The water grows cold but she can’t make herself move—wallowing in her own despair for as long as she can cope with the shivering. She hates how conflicted Harry is making her feel. She’s angry at him for disrupting her life but is unsafe without him. Dependent on a man she does not know, a man that is not human, a man that she can’t believe she told she trusted. And yet she feels every single second that he is gone.
The cold breeze whips around Harry’s neck as he steps out of the Scottish Parliament Building; the feeling welcome as he breathes in deeply. Niall trails out behind him, wise to stay quiet. Harry’s guilty conscience is weighing heavily on him—the woman’s memory he’d just manipulated most definitely undeserving. But Niall was adamant that it had to be done and for once, Harry didn’t have the energy to fight him on it. “What was it this time?” He sighs as they walk towards a nearby bench.
“Broke her heart, didn’t I?” Niall tries to joke but Harry doesn’t entertain his attempted grin. “Comes with being a demon, you know as well as me. And of course she wasn’t best pleased and it all got blown out of proportion really. So thank you for your help. Didn’t much fancy going to war... We weren’t even really seeing each other—” Niall rambles on but Harry’s distracted; eyes focused on the disgruntled looking man who is squinting rather intensely at the pair from across the street. He attempts to ignore him but then the man raises his hand in an accusatory point and begins storming his way over.
“Niall,” Harry starts, whacking an arm out and into Niall’s stomach. He stops with a huff—hasn’t even seen the guy yet, oblivious as ever in his own world.
“What?” He looks at Harry and follows his eyes towards the angry civilian. “Shit.”
“Niall, what the fuck do you do with your life?”
“Let’s not get into that now, eh! Big smiles!” He says just as the man starts shouting.
“I know you! You stole my girlfriend!” He spits, stocky neck turning red.
“Ah, I believe I actually helped her, sir—”
“Don’t bullshit me!” He stops at Niall’s chin, fronts near touching, and Harry is disappointed he doesn’t find this more amusing. “You fucking convinced her to leave me.”
“I think she probably left you using her own intuition.”
“You getting smart with me?”
“Why? Are you struggling to understand?” Niall smirks down at him, not even flinching when he watches the man swing his arm back and punch him square in the jaw. His neck snaps to the side but the hit barely tickles him and Harry watches the man’s eyes widen slightly at the lack of reaction he pulled, taking a step back. Niall needs only to glance in Harry’s direction before he’s stepping up to the man himself and staring him in the eyes.
“You don’t recognise either of us. Your girlfriend left you because you are a shit person. Now go home and construct a long apology,” he nods dumbly, eyes absent as Harry strips away his freewill and gives him a little condescending pat on the head. The man stumbles away and Harry turns to Niall, wholly unimpressed. “If there’s anyone else you’ve fucked off you need to tell me right now.”
He scoffs, “Life is much easier when you can choose what you want people to remember.”
Harry just shrugs, “You could have learned,”
“Yeah well I didn’t, which is why I’m so nice to you,” he’s smiling again, completely brushing off the sour interaction.
“Right…” Harry scowls, crossing his arms. “I’m going home before someone else recognises you.”
“To your home or...” he trails off.
“I said I would go back,” Harry sighs, feeling the thump in his gut and he panics for a second, thinking she’s in danger but it settles down again. “To see if she’s alright,” Harry clarifies.
Y/N wouldn’t say she feels particularly alright, wrapped in her dressing gown and sinking into her sofa, pulling the material around herself in an attempt to feel shielded. She didn’t much want to go to bed after her bath, far too sad and nervous to try to sleep—and also aware of Harry’s words: I’ll come back. It feels silly but she is somewhat holding him to it; she doesn’t want to seem too eager but being in bed and having him appear seems like something that would only freak her out more, so the sofa feels safer. Her TV is on but she is paying it no mind, the anxiety sending her into a sort of incoherent daze as her eyes unfocus on the screen. It’s late and her head is screaming at her to go to bed but she’s stuck in her spot with her body slowly slumping further and further into the cushions until her eyelids are fluttering shut and she finally stops thinking.
When Harry arrives at Y/N’s house again, he nearly makes a beeline for her bedroom but does a double take when he sees the Y/N-like figure on her sofa. A quiet sigh escapes his mouth, frowning at the uncomfortable position she’d fallen into and wondering if she had waited for him. With tentative steps he makes his way over, near tiptoeing for the first time in probably over fifty years, and observes the way her breaths tremble the hairs that have fallen in front of her peaceful face. His fingers reach out before he can stop them, brushing the strands away from her forehead, lip twitching when she unconsciously leans into his touch.
With little deliberation, Harry tucks one large hand underneath Y/N’s knees and the other sneaks around her back, lifting her up with no effort. She whines a bit but doesn’t stir, resting her head comfortably against his shoulder as he takes her to her bedroom. He nudges the covers back with his knee before gently laying her down and pulling them over her. She must be exhausted, he thinks, as a yawn of his own overtakes him. It would be so nice to go home now; to snuggle down in his own bed, surrounded by his own smell and his own things, but he replays the look on her face when he left her and can’t bring himself to be the cause of that again. So with a sigh, Harry makes his way to the chair he was first acquainted with in her room and takes a seat, leaning back and stretching his legs out, bum close to the edge. His eyes close easily, as if weighed down by magnets. The moon shines through a gap in Y/N’s curtains and he can feel it on his face but Harry’s legs have turned to lead and he is being pulled further and further away from consciousness as he focuses on the soft sounds of Y/N’s breaths and her steady heartbeat until he too joins her in sleep.
Y/N has never been one to have many nightmares, dreams mainly uneventful. Usually she wakes with no recollection of dreaming at all which has been somewhat of a bummer in the past when her imagination had been running wild and there had been a level of excitement that she might experience a rousing dream that she’d wake up and be thinking about all day. But to no avail, her nights are always peaceful—so much so that Y/N had researched lucid dreaming when she was particularly bored one evening, not hopeful that it would work but intrigued nonetheless. The idea that anyone could make genuine decisions whilst they were unconscious was fascinating and she cursed her brain for being so intent on just sleeping.
However tonight, it seems, is an anomaly. Just like the last two days of her life. Her heartbeat picks up and Harry feels himself pull away from his deep unconsciousness slightly but he stays asleep, readjusting on the chair in his less-than-ideal position. Y/N, on the other hand, is restless as her mind pins her down and forces vivid images upon her. Dark eyes that don’t belong to Harry, but a looming figure with teeth sharpened into points that look like they would penetrate skin with just the slightest of touches. The thing corners her in the box-like room they’re in, leaning closer and closer until Y/N can see that its eyes are billowing smoke as it falls down deathly gaunt cheeks. There are no windows in this dream, no indications that it might not be real, no escape route, just the claustrophobic feeling of trying to push herself as far as possible into the wall. Her hands in the real world are clutching onto her sheets impossibly tight, having pulled them out from under the covers to cool down, but no amount of air would stop the terror sweats that have started. And it only gets worse when what she (unnaturally quickly) assumes is a demon squeezes her skin tight and pulls her up the wall by her waist, claws pinching her and she makes a noise in her dream that also echoes around her bedroom.
Harry’s ears are alert now but his eyes are yet to catch up with them, eyelids moving slightly. It’s not until Y/N cries out that he is sitting up hastily, looking over at her to see that she is also sat up, arms tight around her knees and tears streaming out of her wide, scared eyes. To Y/N, he is just a shadow—a large, dark, looming shadow much like the one she’s just been forced to encounter. When he leans forward with a small, “Hey, it’s me,” and Harry’s face is revealed in the moonlight, she lets out a loud sigh; a whimper of relief following before burying her face in her hands and trying to tame her thumping heart which is making her feel nauseous.
With shaky hands, she rids herself of the dressing gown Harry had left her in—skin uncomfortably warm, shoving it to the floor and leaving herself in her oversized pyjama shirt. Harry stands up slowly and moves to the end of her bed. “Please don’t just stand there. You look like a monster that lives under my bed,” she whispers.
Harry smiles, “I kind of am,” he chuckles but doesn’t move, unsure of what she wants.
“Can you—” She pats the space next to her, eyes watching him with uncertainty. “I had a dream—” Y/N rubs at her lip nervously as Harry makes his way round and brings his knees up onto her mattress, keeping his distance. “—you came back,” he nods, following her shaky fingers as they pick at her skin. He brings her wrist down gently. “It was really scary,” she frowns. “Could you make it go away please?”
Harry doesn’t understand for a moment, wondering how he could even possibly make her feel better, and then it clicks, “I don’t know, Bambi… I wouldn’t want to take advantage of you,” he tries but Y/N starts shaking her head.
“You won’t be. I’m asking you to do it,” she insists, looking down at his knees. “I don’t want to feel scared anymore, I want to sleep.” Harry feels his heart squeeze, guilt trickling through his veins. He doesn’t say anything, but he doesn’t have to. Her eyes meet his when she smells it; his signature scent, the telling sign that he’s doing something. Y/N’s body relaxes and her eyelids droop slightly and Harry can feel her demeanour shift. She moves to lie back down, turning on her side and when Harry starts to get up she shoots her hand out, “Please, stay,” her eyes are barely open and he wonders if she really means it, but he doesn't rather fancy going back to his chair. So he slowly lowers himself down next to her, elbow folding underneath the side of his head as he looks at her drift off again.
Just as he thinks she’s gone, her fingers reach and grip onto the front of his shirt lightly and she whispers, words jumbled, “You’re a nice demon, Harry. You’re not scary.” Her breathing evens out after that and her hand stays attached to the fabric of his top but Harry is trying too hard to ignore the warmth bubbling in his chest at her confession to care. Sleep doesn’t find him as easily as his head swirls with thoughts and he keeps an eye on Y/N to make sure she’s still okay. Harry’s mind only get louder when she rolls towards him and onto her stomach, head manoeuvring onto his pillow so close that her breaths hit his chin and he knows he should probably move away but she’s right there and she’s soft and she’s warm, and his resolve seems to crumble around her anyway. So he lets himself trace her nose with his forefinger, and across the apple of her cheek, down her jaw and back up to her temple. Harry’s sure their heartbeats have synced up and it makes his beat harder and his touches longer, keening at the way she shuffles even closer. He knows she would recoil at the thought of doing this in a right state of mind and would’ve preferred anyone else to stay with her, but Harry does his best to hope that he can bring some sort of comfort, calming abilities aside.
Seeing her crying in the bath earlier had hurt more than he’d realised, relishing in the distraction of helping Niall and tucking it away for later. Now that it was later Harry hates himself for talking to her like that, in aiding in her tears, in letting his anxiety of their situation overpower her obvious need of solace. He’d felt nineteen again; he’d felt mean.
And looking down at her now, as he places a tentative hand on her back, he sincerely hopes she doesn’t wake up angry at him in the morning—even though he most definitely deserves it.
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Tiktok Live
One where Tiktok betrays Niall, the millenial.
a/n: This is my first time writing fanfiction (idk if I'll ever do it again lol). I saw a tiktok of him fighting the filters and found it funny.
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"How do I turn this shit off"
You walk into the room seeing Niall squinting at his screen, a disapproving look on his face. Unbeknownst to his situation, you pout your lips and lean against the door frame, examining his frustrated demeanor.
He shakes his head, "This is ridiculous."
You furrow your eyebrows and tilt your head in question as he looks up from the screen. Niall lets out a puff of breath, making eye contact with you and immediately mouthing a, help me. You bite your lip to hold back your laughter as you realize he's live on tiktok for Meltdown promo.
"Pleeease, come onnn guys" He shakes his head in a disapproving way, begging the fans to cut him a break, only increasing the volume of the gifts, and thus filters.
You roll your eyes, smiling, as you head out of the room, taking a glance back at him. A small frown is set on his face as he plays with the ends of his hair. Trying to read the comments, a flower crown appears on him, once again adding to his frustration.
You hear Niall sigh, remorse flowing through his veins of even thinking about doing a tiktok live (and you know his publicist, Jen, will 100% be making him do more). In an attempt to ignore the filters, or perhaps to show the fans his supposed "carelessness," he starts talking about Meltdown, putting himself back on track towards the purpose of the live.
"Yeah the idea of the song came from- look at this fucking thing!" He exclaims, once again distracted by a filter, this time a cowboy hat. Exasperated by his fan's antics, you see him actually tilting the phone away from his face, hiding, from the filters while he attempts to act nonchalant talking about the song. You clasp a hand over your mouth to hide your amusement, taking quite the piss out of his frustration, but your body shakes in laughter.
"Are you lau- Stop laughing at me" You act shocked at his confrontation and turn away from him, bending over your knees as you try to catch your breath, now audibly giggling. Niall's eyes fall to the comments as the fans realize the humorous exchange between him and his girlfriend.
"See her being no help at all." Sarcastically he lets out a sigh, "So mean she is, really." Rolling his eyes, he too finally gives in and indulges in the fun of it, snickering at himself.
"Yeh take your pictures, have your fun." He says, framing his face with his free hand.
After posing for a few seconds, Niall decides they've seen enough. "Alright I'm out, thank you for all the love and support on the new single, save it, stream it, tell all your mates. Umm I'll be in touch, thanks for everything. See you soon." He blows a kiss to the screen, "love you lovers," then takes a moment to end the live.
You push yourself back up, walking towards him.
The phone falls from his grasp onto the surface of the table, his head dropping into his hands as he lets out a deep breath.
"God almighty, I'm never doing that again.."
"Really? Personally, I think the 'grandpa from Up' glasses suit you very well" You say with a smirk, only half-joking, while he glares at you, clearly unimpressed.
"Hmmph." He brushes past you, retreating into yours and Niall's bedroom.
You pout. "Oh come on, I was only joking....don't have a meltdown over this."
A load groan comes from the bedroom, making you burst out in laughter again.
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Let The Games Begin
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narry x oc
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜
You know the saying, easier said than done, well you never meant to take that so literal. Over the course of the next couple weeks, shit had hit the fan. You were good, that was never the question, but being so young and inexperienced compared to the rest of girls set you behind from the beginning.
“The final contestant who’s made it through… is…”
It wasn’t your name. And while 99% of you knew it wouldn’t be, the 1% in you was more hopeful than ever. You didn’t let the tears fall until you were backstage by yourself. You went to text the siblings before someone sat next to you. “I'm sorry you didn’t make it. You were really good.” The accent wasn’t like your own. “Did you not make it either?” you saw the redness in his eyes, and when he shook his head to confirm your guess you rested your head on his shoulder. “Autumn.” you recited, “Niall.” he gave back.
“Nice to meet you Niall, even under the unfortunate circumstances.” you both laughed softly at the attempted joke before silence fell over you both. The silence was comfortable, it was peaceful, home like almost.
“Can I have all the girls over here please?” one of the workers called in your area and you and Niall looked at each other, confusion over your faces. “Maybe they’re collecting the boys too? Go and check.” you urged as he helped you up. “I’ll see you later Autumn.” he waved goodbye as you went in the opposite direction.
Meanwhile….
Nicole, Louis, and Simon, were looking at the photo cards of the boys. “I like these 5 together.” Nicole happily cheered but Simon seemed off-put. “It's missing something.” he pointed out, and while Louis and Nicole thought to adjust the boys Simon went over to the girls group. He looked for a specific photo and once he found it he put the card in line with the boys.
“No Simon, you can’t do that.” The first disagreement was made by Nicole. “But her voice would go perfectly with the rest of the boys.” he stood his ground and looked to Louis who was studying the faces intensely. “I have to agree with Simon, Nicole. They look good together, I'm sure they would sound even better. I don’t know why you have something against her.” He defended and stood with Simon.
“I don’t have anything against her,” she quickly told off. “I just don’t think that she belongs in a boy band.” Louis looked at the photos one last time. “Then let her choose.” he offered, looking down at Simon who spoke, “Have her come in with the girls, then we’ll decide from there. But I think even she would prefer the boys.”
Present…
As you walked on stage with a group of girls from the left wing, a group of boys, some of which you recognised, Harry, Zayn, and now Niall. You couldn't stop looking over at them, wishing you were with familiar people, some who actually cared to learn your name.
“Hello.” Nicole spoke softly into the mic making you snap your head away from the boys as everyone repeated the greeting. “Thank you so much for coming back. I know judging from some of your faces that this is really hard. We’ve thought long and hard about you individually, and you are all too talented to let go of. So we’ve put together two separate groups.” Nicole handed the mic to Simon who was looking right at you. “Autumn, do you mind joining the boys?” The faintest smile made its way to your face as you walked across the stage standing in between Harry and Niall as they had created a space for you.
“See she looks happier there.” Simon whispered to Nicole as you walked across the stage. She nodded in understanding, having to admit that you did indeed belong with them. “We’ve decided to put you both through to the judges rounds.” Time seemed to freeze as you repeated what he said over through your head till you were being wrapped in a massive hug. You immediately wrapped your arms around the figure you now knew was Niall before you both separated and shook Harry who was crouched into himself. He popped up wrapping you and Niall into a hug full of laughs and cries.
As you walked off the stage together you all huddled up again. “I know this might be weird with me, but I have an older brother-.”
“You're one of us now, it doesn't matter.” One the boys who you hadn’t met yet cut you off and you smiled. “Louis.” he held his hand out. “Autumn.” the tallest boy came over to you too. “Liam.” you knew he had heard you so you didn’t repeat it again. When you all walked outside you saw Bentley, Nan and Pap, and Anne chatting together. You assume it was over what just happened. When they saw you, you and Harry ran towards them. You hugged Bentley who held you tightly. “Where’s Bev?” he pointed towards the car to see Beverly asleep. “She has the ability to fall asleep anywhere.” you both laughed before you dragged him over to meet the rest of the boys. “Bentley, Niall, Louis, and Liam. You’ve already met Harry, and Zayn.” he greeted them as Anne pulled you into a hug. “I’m glad you're with them. They need some girl power in their lives.” you laughed with her as it came naturally.
Anne decided she needed a picture of all you, and as you sat on the stairs next to Harry in front of Liam you were truly in for a ride.
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you sunshine, you temptress
you are normally an anxious wreck, and something about Harry’s hands calms you down (and his teeth..) * slight smut
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[ part 2 ]
word count: 3.7K
warnings: Harry x reader, soft!dom harry, biting, spitting, smut, some fluff
**[due to two messages I’ve received since posting this, I want to clarify that this relationship is completely consensual! there is no forcing or pressuring! xo]
Harry was sitting at his desk, eyes fixated on the computer monitor, when you gently tapped your fingers on the door. He looked past the screen and gave you a nod, silently assuring you that you weren’t interrupting anything. It was nice that he worked from home the majority of the time. That meant that you could spend lots of time with him and that when you were having bad times, he was just a few rooms away.
He didn’t fully turn his attention away from the contract he was reading over, though. You felt a sting in your heart as you realized he wasn’t looking your way. But you stayed calm and softly walked across the room, your socks muffling your footsteps.
Once you were at his side, hands fumbled with each other as you waited, he finished the paragraph he was on and adjusted the cursor over the next section so he wouldn’t lose his place.
“Hi, my sweet girl.” He said as he turned in the chair, his hands extending for you to take or to step closer, whichever you wanted.
You opted to take his hands and squeeze them tight before placing them on your waist. When you didn’t say anything, he became more concerned. He pulled you closer, wanting to give you some comfort. He could easily tell when your anxiety was hyped up. Your breaths were shaky and your eyes avoided his - simple but key things he noticed every time - on top of other signs.
“What’s the matter, angel baby?” He hummed, dragging you between his knees. Your eyes were placed on his shoulder instead of his face. “Hey, sweet pea. I’ve missed you.”
You nodded softly, indicating the same thing back to him. He knew you were long gone as your hand moved to his shoulder, sliding to the collar of his shirt and you started to gently scratch and pinch his skin.
“Wanna sit in my lap, baby?” He asked in a soft voice, remembering how easily you could get triggered by loud or overwhelming noises.
You nod again, allowing him to maneuver your body. He took notice of your attire - leggings and an oversized sweatshirt. It was August and you usually never got cold, so he was confused as to why you had a long sleeve item on.
“Are you cold, baby?” He asked, toying with the hem of the sweatshirt as you leaned your side against his body.
“Yeah.. Cus m’not by you.” You muttered out, eyes closing as you savored the feeling of sitting on his lap, his arms secured around your body. His attention was fully yours now. “Miss you.”
He kissed your cheek a few times. “I miss you, baby. You can stay with me for a bit.”
You nodded softly as you picked at your thumbnail. Harry carefully pulled one hand away from the other, knowing you’ll destroy your skin if he didn’t. You huffed and snatched your arms up, crossing them over your chest. He sighed, but kept his cool. He wasn’t intending to set you off, just wanted to look after you.
“M’not tryna be mean, baby, okay?”
“I know.. just don’t.. like it when you do that.” You stared down at his hand that was resting on your thigh.
Your mind drifted off for a moment. You couldn’t resist thinking about how much you adored his hands - how he rubbed your back, caressed your belly, squeezed your breasts. He did so many wondrous things with his hands. He loved to play with your hair and tickle your waist and hold you while you slept. But your favorite things were when he let you suck on his fingers and thumb, whether during sex or while trying to sleep. Most of all, when he rubbed your clit or explored your womanhood - pulling, pinching, and flicking through your folds and over your nub.. that was your favorite.
“Someone’s distracted, hmm.” He said, squeezing your waist as he pressed a line of kisses down your jaw to your chin. “Do you need something special, baby?”
You thought for a moment about your options. Did you want pleasure? Or did you want to give him pleasure and receive praise? You loved either idea, but you weren’t sure. Harry’s thumb and index finger bumped your chin, forcing your head towards him.
“Baby doll, don’t be shy with me.”
“M’not.. just thinking ‘bout what I want.” You pout your lips out, eyes locked with his.
“I can take a twenty minute break, okay?” He looked at his computer for a moment, then shifted his focus back to you. “Whatever you need, baby, just tell me.”
“Twenty?” You softly whispered, your head leaning against his now.
He chuckled back. “I guess it depends on what you want, doll. Y’know I’ll make exceptions.”
That made you feel a little better. You took a deep breath and pushed it through your nose. Your body was experiencing a lot of anxiety, thankfully it was slightly better now that you were with him. But you weren’t sure what you wanted.
“I dunno yet.”
He licked his lips as you looked down at your legs again. “You don’t have to pick anything specific. Just wanna sit with me for a bit?”
You shrugged. “I wan’ to do something special.”
For the first time in what felt like forever, you sat your hand over his on your thigh and started tracing his skin. He gave your hip a knead, wishing he could probably feel your butt.
“You’re anxious, yeah?”
“Mhm.. a bit.”
He pressed his lips to your cheek, making you blush. “When you’re anxious.. you like f’me to make you feel good, don’t you, baby?”
You nod. He slid his hand up your leg, pushing the sweatshirt out of the way. It was way too long for you. You watched as he got closer to your crotch,
“Let me make you feel good then, angel.”
You curled your fingers around his wrist and stopped him from moving any further. He frowned, confused as to why you weren’t letting him do this.
“Wan’ your other hand..”
He smirked. “Want my better hand, hm?”
“This one gets tired too quick.”
The chuckle that left his throat made your heart skip a beat. He was just so attractive to you in every way. You turned slightly, your hands grabbing his face to yank him towards you. He hummed as his mouth fell on yours, tongues slipping around and lips smacking against one another.
Harry gripped your waist with one hand, the other clutching your hip. He wasn’t letting up on you. He sucked on your tongue, making you moan into his mouth. You pulled away, fingers gripping his jaw to keep him back. Immediately, your eyes fell to his lips - they were red liek yours now, slightly swollen and covered in a thin layer of spit. You licked your own lips, wanting to swipe your tongue over his skin to clean him up.
He knew that look in your eyes all too well. His lips pulled into a smirk as he let saliva gather in his mouth. You gulped, hoping that he was going to let you do your favorite thing.
“Please.” You whispered, eyes trained on his mouth as he parted his lips. “Wan’ it, please.”
Without saying a word, he swished all of his spit onto his tongue and knocked your hands down from his face so he could move. You whimpered as you touched his chest, waiting patiently. Harry tapped your chin, a silent command for you to open your mouth. You stuck your tongue out past your lip, eyes watching him closely. He held your jaw and angled your head the way he needed it to be.
A rumble exploded in your stomach as he spit onto your tongue, his taste filling your mouth. Your panties were getting damper by the second. He did it again as you pulled at his shirt, begging for more.
“Hold it, baby.” He mumbled as he let his hand fall from your face. “Look so pretty with my spit in your mouth, don’t you?”
You frowned your brows gently, nodding your head as he slipped his hand under your shirt. Harry knew what you wanted next - his command. You were not in any sort of dominating relationship, but you loved it when he was that way with you.
“Go ‘head, baby doll. Show me what you love doing.”
You released a gentle moan as you spread his spit onto your lips, smearing it over your skin. He watched with a hard smirk, eyes focused on your mouth. You scooped it all back up and move it from cheek to cheek, tasting him was your favorite thing.
“Swallow it f’me, baby.” He said with a lift of his brows.
You pushed it all down your throat and stuck out your tongue, showing him it was all gone. He gave you a proud grin and grabbed your chin, bringing your face back to his. He kissed you for a long moment - it was sloppy and messy, tongues rubbing all over, spit mixing together and being passed around from mouth to mouth. It was dirty, like you liked. He had never experienced this kind of intimacy before you, and neither had you. It was just something that unfolded with time - something you both found within yourselves, only for each other.
“M’baby might be a bit more than anxious, yeah?” He said breathlessly, finally pulling back to take a break. “Are you horny, baby doll?”
A grunt slipped past your swollen lips. “Needy.”
He smirked at your correction. Despite being so filthy with him, you didn’t like hearing certain words. He pressed his lips to the corner of your mouth.
“Wan’ me to take care of you, baby?” His hand pressed into the small of your back. “Make it all go ‘way?”
You nodded, hands gripping either side of his neck. “Please.”
“Turn ‘round.” He patted your thigh, wanting you to adjust yourself in his lap.
You moved around, throwing a leg on either side of him, sitting down on his thighs like you belonged tbere. That’s because you did. Once you were situated, his hands grasped your body and you felt more of that anxiety in your gut fade away. You were comfortable.
“Tell me what you need.”
You groaned, tilting your head back in frustration. “More than twenty minutes.”
Harry chuckled. “Baby girl, y’already know I’ll give you all the time in the world.”
Once you received that assurance from him, your throughts went wild. You scratched at his neck, but not too harshly - the reminder than he has an important meeting tomorrow was stuck in your head, only because he’d have to leave you home by yourself.
“Mark me, please.” You said softly, one hand slipping onto his jaw to move his head where you wanted it, and he of course let you without putting up a fight. “Wanna be yours.”
He smirked against your throat as your head fell backwards. “Already mine, baby girl. But I’ll remind everyone.”
You sighed in relief as he started sucking on a spot of skin, pulling it into his mouth, drawing your blood to the area. For a second, you thought about stopping him but you didn’t want to - not all the way, at least. Your fingers locked in his hair, slightly pulling at his roots. He thought you were just reacting to him, letting him know you were enjoying it. So he frowned when you used some force to yank his head back, tearing his mouth from your skin.
“Baby, I thought-“
Your thumb covered his lips, making him silence himself. Sometimes you got a bit bossy, but without taking control or gaining any dominance. You get what you want whenever you want, never have to do any work unless you want to.
“Bite me.” You muttered back, eyes boring into his.
His brows dropped. “Baby, y’know I don’t like using m’teeth on your neck.. s’too pretty for brutal marks.”
You groaned, sliding your thumb over his teeth before letting him envelope it into his warm mouth. “Don’t have to do many.. just a few, please.”
“No, darling. I’ll give you marks but no bites.”
You whined, frustrated with him at this point. “Baby, please!”
“We have dinner plans Saturday, baby. It’s easy to cover the bruises.. not teeth marks.”
You gave his chest a shove, making him huff back at you. “Harry, please. Don’t wanna beg you.”
“M’not gone let you, baby. I said no.”
Your nails sank into his shoulders, even though the fabric of his shirt he could feel them piercing his skin. His big hands grasped your hips, trying to calm you down but it wasn’t working. You were getting irritated with him.
“But I get what I want. You always promise me that, bubby.”
You attempted to sway him by using a soft, sad tone of voice and one of his favorite pet names. But it didn’t seem to work. He shook his head and pressed the pads of his fingers deep into your thick hips.
“I said no.” He sighed, closing his eyes for just a moment.
“Harry, pretty please.” You pout, rolling your bottom lip out and giving him wide eyes, doing whatever it possibly took.
He shook his head again. “No, honey. No.”
You didn’t like it when he denied you of soemthing you wanted. It happened so rarely that you never were able to handle it right when it did occur. You pushed out a breath, your lips turning to a frown.
“Then stop!” You suddenly blurted out, grabbing his wrists to push his arms away from your body.
“Baby, don’t.” Harry quickly tightened his grip on you, knowing you’d be unable to pull him off. “You’re acting like a child.”
“You’re being mean to me!” You felt your lip start to quiver, and of course he immediately noticed it.
“Nuh-uh, none of that, darling.” He was trying to be as sweet as he could.
He never liked it when you got upset, especially if he was the cause of it. The last thing he wanted for was your to cry over this - because he’s denying you of what you want.
“Baby, I don’t wanna hurt you. Everytime i bite you the way you want.. You bleed.”
“S’cus I wanna! I wanna hurt.. wan’ the pain.” You struggled to take in a proper breath. “You know I like it.”
Your arms slinked around his neck, pulling your self against him. His head was forced into the crook of your neck, but he didn’t fight you. If he was being honest, he was confused as to why you suddenly wanted his touch, weren’t you mad at him?
“Please, Harry, please.” You whined quietly. “I wan’ your teeth on me, please. Love you so much.. wanna be marked.”
“Baby.”
“I’ll do anything, bubba! Please!”
Harry took in a breath and carefully released it, his warmth spreading over your skin. Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling and twisting to keep a hold on him. You felt hopeless, despite not wanting to give up. Harry could easily tell you were being genuine - whenever you were needy, you were just needy. There was no pretending or trying to deny it, he knew that.
He gave in. “You’re wearing your hair down Saturday.”
The second his teeth sunk into the side of your neck, you let out a loud moan of absolute pleasure. You adored the pain that shuddered through your body - straight to your core. Soft whines fell past your lips, getting lost in his hair as you shifted your head.
Harry’s fingers roughly grabbed your jaw and forced your head back where it had been, allowing him easier access to your neck. A thousand things flooded your mind all at once - each of them revolving around him. You wondered if he was really enjoying this. It was nothing new to you - the fact he didn’t like inflicting too much pain on you. Rougher sex was one thing, at least he knew then you were getting pleasure and an orgasm - but biting you so hard.. that was a whole other situation. He didn’t like doing it, the pain was a different type, the physical effects it caused to your body made him hate himself. But yet, he always did it whenever you asked because you were his princess - and princesses always get what they want.
The other main thought your mind kept circling back to was whether or not he was getting off on this. Was he just doing this to make you happy? You started to grind your hips down, trying to feel for any hardness. He groaned as you rubbed against his erection, a smile covered your lips. Of course he was horny, when was he not?
“Harry.” You muttered as he started working on a third mark, this time at the base of your throat where your skin was much thinner - which he was very aware of. He wasn’t trying to make you bleed out, but you weren’t satisfied anymore. “Harder.”
He opened his eyes as his lips fell from your neck. You huffed, trying to yank him back against you. He stopped you, his big hand coming up to gently touch the side of your neck - the side he hadn’t marked up. You were slightly irritated as his pretty eyes stared at the mark on your throat. He had bitten down too hard - even though it was lighter than the others. Your skin was so fragile there, so sensitive. Now, it was broken and a red circle was forming around the area.
“Don’t stop.” You whispered softly, combing through his hair. It was slightly oilier than usual, tonight was his shower night. “Please, baby.”
“M’done.” He muttered back, eyes still locked on your neck. There was a drop of blood pooling to the surface. He gulped as he watched it emerge and begin to roll down your skin. “I hurt you.”
His grip on your head loosened and you were finally able to move, opting to look down at him. You relaxed your body, sitting all the way on his thighs now. Your fingers curled around his nape, eyes trying to find his but he wouldn’t stop his staring.
“M’not hurt.” You whisper back, trying your best to remain calm and not become a brat about not getting your way. Sometimes Harry just didn’t realize he was doing everything you wanted him to do. “Please, look at me.”
The shake of his head was faint, barely noticeable. If you hadn’t been looking, you would have missed it. Harry’s hands were hardly touching your body now. He had returned his hand back to your waist - but he wasn’t even gripping you like he always, always did. It worried you, mostly because you thought it was your fault. Was he not turned on anymore? Did he not want to do this? You could still feel him under you, hard as a rock - but that didn’t mean he wanted to do this anymore.
“You’re bleeding.. in all three spots.” He mumbled, his lips stuck in the shape of a frown.
Once again, you try your best to move his head up, but he doesn’t allow it. A whine slips past your lips as you put both hands on his neck, attempting to get his attention.
“I can make you feel better, yeah?” You suggested, one hand traveling down his chest. He grabbed your wrist just as you reached his navel. “Harry.”
“No.” He quickly shot your efforts down.
“You don’t.. want me?” The words came out in a soft whisper, almost inaudible.
Harry let out an unamused laugh. “You shouldn’t want me, baby. I.. you’re bleeding.”
You were annoyed by his constant complaining, so you decided to determine the outcome yourself. When you reached up to touch your throat, Harry shook his head. You felt a wetness coat two of your fingertips. When you pulled your hand back to look, you felt a lump begin to form in your throat.
“M’not touching you anymore.. not right now.” He said suddenly, making your heart drop to your gut.
“What? No! Harry.” You whined, quickly wiping your fingers on your shirt so you could touch his face. “Bubby, i need you, please.”
“Baby, no.”
Tears began forming in your eyes. “This isn’t fair! I want this. You didn’t do it on purpose!”
He shook his head and gripped your sides. “Go. M’not doing anything.”
That broke your heart - literally crushed your lungs. A breath came from your mouth and you slumped against him, his face in your chest as you lazily put your arms around his neck.
“Pretty please.” You mumbled out, trying your best to be as sweet as possible. “Love you so much.”
Harry huffed back. “I love you, darling, but M’not doing this right now.”
“Harry-“
“Give it up, baby. M’serious.”
“Fine!” You threw your arms down and pressed your hands on his shoulders to stand up. He tried to keep a hold of your waist but you furiously shoved his hands down. “You’re being mean for no reason!”
He didn’t like the tears rolling down your clearly angry face. “Baby-“
“No!” You yelled, fists clutched at your sides. “I didn’t interrupt you! You let me in! I didn’t do anything mean to you!”
“I never said you did!” He raised his voice right back at you, but you didn’t care.
Within seconds, you were fleeing his office and rushing up the stairs to the bedroom. Harry was supposed to give you his undivided attention - but today he chose to neglect that promise. He wasn’t working on anything that needed his full focus, so why was he acting that way? It wasn’t like he had never bit you before..
((I wrote this originally using a name for the female character, but I changed it! Excuse any errors if I left in the name anywhere!))
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Niall Horan
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It’ll Be Okay
The one where Y/N, Harry’s fiancée, has bipolar disorder, and no one can bring her out of her episodes other than him.
WARNING: There is going to be mentions/actions of alcohol abuse, drug use, outbursts of anger, sudden changes in mood and domestic violence in this story. Harry does smoke in this as well. If you are not comfortable with that, please do not continue reading.
Y/N’s POV:
I sat on the couch with the bottle of vodka in one hand, and a cigarette in the other, mascara and tear stains on my cheeks. The alcohol and drugs were the only two things that made me feel at peace in this moment. Serenity.
A sudden click of the lock causes me to immediately put out my cigarette and hide the bottle of vodka. I attempt to walk up to the door, my steps going every which way. When he walks in, his face immediately changes, the scent of the marijuana pungent on my clothes and in the house, the smell of alcohol fuming off my breath.
“Oh, Harry! Hello. How was work?” I say, my voice slurring with every word I speak. I lean into his chest, putting all of my weight into him, making him tumble back a couple of steps.
“Are you okay, honey? You’re having another episode, aren’t you? Let’s get you on the couch, okay?”
“No, I wanna go upstairs! Have a bit of fun, if you know what I mean.” I say, a smirk present in my face.
“Absolutely not. You legally cannot give consent if you’re under the influence, baby. Stay on the couch, okay? I’m gonna go get you a glass of water.”
“No, no water.”
“Yes, water. You need some in your system, love.” He leaves me on the couch with a kiss to my forehead to go get some water.
I sit patiently on the couch, and after deciding he was taking to long, I grab my lighter and another cigarette. After lighting it, I take a long drag and inhale the smoke for a couple of seconds before puffing it out, when Harry walks in.
“Baby, what did we talk about? No smoking inside, right? That’s for outside only, my love.” He takes the cigarette from your lips and puts it out in the ashtray next to the couch.
Suddenly, your mood changes drastically and you feel a tear slip down your cheek. Harry immediately notices and is by your side in an instant, god knows what he did with the glass of water in his hands. For all he knows, it means nothing to him right now.
“Baby love, what’s going on? You having another episode, pretty girl? You can talk to me.” He says, his voice softening at the quick change of your emotions.
“I-I was just thinking about my past. My dad. And how he used to hit me. And I was thinking about it and I just brought the thought into my head that maybe that would be you one day and my emotions got the better of me. I know you would never do that to me or anyone for that matter, but my emotions got a hold of me. I’m sorry.” Harry sits there in silence for a second, probably out of sheer shock that I would ever think he would do something even remotely close to lay a finger on someone without their verbal consent.
“Oh, baby, my love. I would never ever do such a thing to you. I know how much you despise your father and although I’ve never met him, I despise him as well. He ruined your life. No one deserves to go through that. Especially you, my angel.” He ever so softly pecks your cheek, being as gentle as possible with you, knowing you’re at your most vulnerable right now.
You fall further into his arms, seeking for a safe haven, which he was yours. He wraps his arms tightly around you, placing a few kisses on the top of your head.
“I know that smoking helps you calm down so if you want to go into the backyard and do that you can feel free, my love. I’ll even join you this time. Stressful day at work.” Harry says and your heart grows a little more for him. You really only smoke to calm your nerves, but it turned into more of an addiction now. Harry rarely ever joins you for a smoke, it’s not really his thing but when he feels anxious or stressed about something related to his career, he’ll join you.
“That would be amazing, baby. I love you.” You peck his lips and grab the box of cigarettes and lighter from the table next to the couch, grabbing his hand with your free one and leading him outside with you to the bench you have out there.
He sits down before you and you sit down, putting your legs over his. You hand him the box and he takes one out, lighting it before handing you the box and the lighter. You watch him blow the smoke out of the corner of his mouth before placing the cigarette in your mouth and lighting it.
You adjust your position, curling up against Harry’s side, him moving his arm above your head to take another puff of the cigarette.
“Thank you for always being here for me, H. It really does mean a lot to me. I love you.”
“Of course, baby. There’s no one I’d rather be with than you, lovie. I love you so much more.”
And he locks that in with a kiss to your lips.
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Sorry for not posting since like August. School started and it’s my senior year so I’ve been super busy with college apps but I finished yesterday so I should be posting more. Love you guys so much!!!!
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Living on the westside of LA in sunny California was never exactly on my checklist of things I needed to accomplish in life, but opening up a car repair shop was - and this for some reason became the easiest place to do it. Truthfully I owed it all to Mason, the man I ran my apprenticeship under. He took a special liking to me during my time, and when he passed, with no kids of his own, he left his shop to me. My best friend moved out here, helped me run the social media and marketing for the shop, I kept some of the team adding some younger guys for more heavy lifting jobs. We did minor maintenance to the place, spruced it up to appeal to different kinds of people, and the shop has been doing better ever since.
One thing I didn’t expect to get out of this was friendships, but here I was, walking over to meet up with one of my coworkers turned friends, meeting his group of people and new girl. I quickly turn the corner, walking into the bar, taking the last couple bites of my croissant, licking the left over chocolate off my fingers. Mitch was thankfully easy to spot, taller than most in the room, longer hair too.
“Harry!” He quickly called out when he spotted me, I chuckled, walking over as we quickly embraced, our hands patting each other's backs.
“Everyone, this is my boss, Harry, he owns the car shop I work at. Harry, this is Niall, Chase, Pauli, and of course Sarah.”
Mitch flushed a deep shade of red as he introduced the woman he was now dating, and I chuckled, lifting my hand up to greet everyone, “Nice meeting you all, thanks for letting me crash.”
“Mitch told us you were new in town when you opened up the shop, so we weren’t going to say no! Everyone needs friends,” the mousy haired man named Niall said.
“He’s not off, just have my best friend from college here, Marlee, she’s actually joining us later as well.” I smiled, Sarah’s eyes perking up.
“Oh thank god, another girl! I was so scared I’d be in a giant testosterone fest all night,” she said, making us all chuckle.
“Well, Horan was supposed to get Bentley here, yet we have no Bentley,” the dark haired tattooed man who I assumed was Chase spoke, hitting Niall hard on his back.
“Listen, I can’t force her to do anything she doesn’t want to do. I don’t want to pressure her into making decisions she’s not ready to make,” Niall said, sipping his beer, a Guinness.
“Including finally giving you a chance,” Pauli quipped, making Niall fake a laugh, flipping them off. I couldn’t help myself and chuckle.
“Who’s Bentley?” I asked, holding my hand up for the bartender, quickly ordering myself a beer.
“She’s our late friend Louis’….ex? I guess that’s what we would call her now. Niall’s got a thing for her since they trauma bonded, but she won’t give him the green light,” Mitch rolled his eyes and Niall scoffed.
“I’ve never asked her to give me any green light. I’m fine just being her friend, that’s all I want,” his tone clearly bothered by everyone’s antics, and I couldn’t help but feel for the guy.
“Seems like you’ve been there for her after his passing, from what Mitch said, I now remember him mentioning the situation, I know she hasn’t let anyone else in, so ignore them. Especially this one, he fucks up a car for me at least once a week,” I teased Mitch; Pauli, Chase and Sarah laughing as I paid for my beer, taking a long sip with a smile on my face.
Niall raised both his eyebrows at Mitch, who quickly shot me a glare. The overall pointing of fingers was quickly broken when the door to the bar burst open, a short brunette tripping over herself, quickly straightening out and looking over in our direction. I broke into a big smile as I saw my pixie like best friend, her smile soon reflecting mine. Her cat-like hazel eyes seemed to glimmer, as she waved at me, her cheeks red with slight embarrassment.
“And that’s Marlee, my best friend,” I said, holding my beer glass out in her direction as she made her way over. She reached me and quickly buried herself in my embrace, my lips pressing a kiss to the top of her head softly.
“Hi guys, sorry for the grand entrance. You will learn I have two left feet,” she shrugged, taking my beer and sipping from it. Everyone laughed, introducing each other to her. It was nice to mix our friendship with Mitch’s friends. I was used to a big group of friends back home, so this just felt right.
“So you two met in college?” Sarah said, bringing me another beer as the boys moved to the side to have a conversation, eyes flicking to us constantly as they did.
“Yeah, we were in American Literature together. He sat next to me, he sucked at annotating his readings, I was amazing at it. One day, he leaned over and asked me to help him. I asked to be paid in pizza rolls and he added root beer on top of it and I was sold!” Marlee quickly explained, smiling up at me and I laughed.
“She always leaves out how I helped her with math, but college calculus is a touchy subject, we shall avoid,” I said, pretending to whisper at Sarah as Mitch called me over to the rest of the guys.
Walking past the girls, I messed with Marlee’s hair, reaching the guys, left hand deep in my pocket as I took a sip of my beer. Chase clearly looked like he might foam at the mouth if he didn’t speak soon, my eyes narrowing at him.
“So that’s just your best friend? Not your best friend you secretly have feelings for but too scared to admit?” Chase said quickly, head tilting forward, eyebrow raised.
“No, that’s my best friend and just that, my best friend.” I peeked over at Marlee, then back at the guys. I wasn’t lying, that’s all she was to me. There was only one moment in time when I thought there might be more, but that was quickly squashed by how wrong it felt when I tried to kiss her. She was like my sister, it couldn’t be anything more past that for me.
“So, she’s free game then?” He raised an eyebrow making me snort out a laugh. This was something definitely I was accustomed to, my best friend was beautiful with a personality to match. The amount of time I was approached for permission to attempt to woo her was anyone I had lost count of.
“Good luck, Marlee ain’t easy, and she’s picky as hell, mate. You can give it a try though, but…” I moved my lips from side to side, leaning in closer to him, “you hurt her, I don’t mess around either.”
Chase chuckled, tossing his hands up in the air, “I’m just here for a good time, friend. I set my boundaries clear and right from the very start. Now if you’ll excuse me, Marlee looks like she needs a refill.”
He winked obnoxiously at us, my eyes trailing his path to my best friend, my head shaking as I locked eyes with Niall who rolled his, “Ignore Chase, he thinks with his dick, so naturally, he acts like one.”
We both laughed, Mitch choking on his beer as he did as well, “Righto!” He managed out as he cleared his throat, “Even tried to put moves on Bentley, Niall shut that down so quick.”
“He was taking advantage of her vulnerability, trying to get a pity fuck so he could say he did. Louis had just gone, it was fucking wrong!” Niall exclaimed, Mitch sending him a look, teasing the real reason why Niall put a stop to it. I felt for him. You could tell he truly cared for this Bentley character, everyone trying to make it a negative thing.
“Girls that have mates like us are lucky, don’t let these dick heads try and shake how you treat her. She will always appreciate it more than she vocalizes,” I smiled at him, a small nod from him in exchange, Mitch and Pauli looking at each other, then down, embarrassed that they were teasing Niall.
“So you and Harry have been friends for a bit now then?” Sarah asked as I drank more beer. Personally I hated beer and its taste, but the new environment meant I wasn’t ready to dip my toes into hard liquor around them. It was better for all those involved.
“Yeah, I feel like I’ve known him my whole life really. It was just an instant click. Now he can’t get rid of me,” I giggled, shrugging my shoulders as she nodded. Her green eyes and their curiosity let me know exactly what question was next, bracing myself for it.
“Nothing more there?” She leaned in, her eyes hopeful, as if it would add excitement to the situation. I licked my lips, biting down on my lower lip, shaking my head.
“Yeah no. We are just best friends and it ends there. He’s like a brother,” I said, the last sentence feeling like bile in my throat. Truth was, I loved him so much more than just as friends. It would never happen though, it would never be reciprocated; the imagine of him laughing as he leaned in to kiss me forever engraved on the back of my mind. I remember my heart racing, thinking this was finally the moment he would see me as more than just his friend. The moment he realized he felt for me how I felt for him.
It wasn’t.
Instead, he laughed about how he wasn’t sure what he was thinking, apologizing, head shaking in disbelief. I never in my life readjusted my feelings so quickly, shoving him back and calling him a weirdo for even trying in the first place. The entire time, my heart breaking, eyes fighting the tears that wanted so badly to fall.
“Sometimes that’s for the best you know? I think we all need a best guy friend, but it’s hard when they always seem to want something more. I mean, even us girls cross that line too.” She said, sipping on her beer, so unaware of my feelings.
“What about you? How long have you known the guys?” I said, wanting to direct the conversation away from me and Harry.
“Oh, it’s my first time meeting everyone too. I just started dating Mitch a month ago, thought it was time to meet the friends,” she shrugged. I nodded, licking beer off my lips.
“Well then I’m glad we’ve been thrown into this together, men are strange, women superior always,” I raised both eyebrows at her and she lifted her glass to cheers with mine. I met hers, sipping on my beer as one of the boys approached us.
“It’s Marlee right?” He said, squeezing between Sarah and I, arm resting on the bar as he smiled up at me. I shot him a look of confusion, “Yes and you are? Sorry I’m not good with names.”
“I’m Chase, thought I would personally introduce myself. Just let you know I’m super excited to add you and Harry to the group. Maybe we, you and I, can even grab a bite sometimes,” he pinched his lower lip, my eyes flashing over at Sarah’s quickly. She shrugged, my eyes moving back to Chase.
“Mmm, we’ll see. Have to decide where you rank amongst the other guys. Let’s run the trial for about two weeks and then I’ll give you a rundown on where you land,” I smirked, winking at Sarah before pushing off the bar and walking towards Harry. From the immediate laughter coming from the guys I could only imagine what his face looked like behind me.
Slipping my hand around Harry’s waist, he pulled me in for a hug, shaking his head, “Couldn’t you at least give him five minutes of your time?”
“I didn’t completely let him down, I just let him know that I needed to test out the Irish one as well, Pauli too,” I said so only he could hear, his vanilla scent strong on his hair near my face.
“Marlee, Marlee, this is why we never make new friends,” he chuckled and I shrugged.
“I never needed anyone else so, eh,” brushing it off, because it was true, all I needed was Harry, that was enough. He wrapped me up in a tight embrace, kissing the top of my head like he often did.
Soon Sarah and Chase joined us again, everyone pushing past Chase’s lame attempt to ask me out. We shared embarrassing moments, how everyone met each other, Sarah and I planned to grab lunch later next week. As much as I hated the idea of sharing Harry’s time with other people, it did feel nice to make new friends. We all moved over to the pool tables, taking turns ordering rounds of beer and playing pool against one another.
Niall began asking Harry and Mitch about the shop, hoping to bring his car in for an oil change and to get his brake pads fixed. As always Harry began playing down how good he was at fixing cars and truly how successful his shop was. He was so humble, it was his best trait, and that’s why he had me, so I could sing his praises.
“Did you all know the shop is getting the AAA Award for Outstanding Service?” I piped in, Harry’s eye flicking to me, basically yelling at me for bringing it up. I ignored him, rolling my eyes, “Yeah, he’s the best in town too, 100% mark on the award.”
“Harry, you never mentioned that!” Mitch exclaimed, back handing his chest. Harry coughed, rubbing his chest softly as he laughed.
“It just slipped my mind, I don’t…I don’t really pay attention to those things,” he said, running his ring clad fingers through his hair.
Sarah scrolled through her phone, peeking her eyes up, “Harry that’s a really good award to have. You are registered with AAA and their website. That’s why you guys have been so busy, babe!” She exclaimed looking over at Mitch, “The shop is on the site so it directs more customers! Harry, that's so amazing. Oh my gosh we should celebrate!”
“Guys, please we really don’t have to—…”
“…—no we totally should mate! It’ll be further bonding and welcoming you in the group. Maybe it’ll finally get Bentley to come out,” Niall said, something hopeful in his voice. I had no idea who Bentley was, but she felt like the motivating factor in every aspect of his life choices.
“Yeah Harry, let us celebrate to get Bentley out!” I said, shifting my body next to Niall, pulling his lower lip down gently into a pout, “Do it for Niall and Bentley.”
Niall chuckled a bit, but kept his pout making Harry roll his eyes, “Fine, fine, we can plan something. There’s this arcade bar Marlee and I love, we can do something there, play games and shit. They have food too!”
“Perfect!” Sarah clapped her hands, moving to stand next to me, “Marlee and I will handle everything, you boys just show up, and Niall get the infamous Bentley to join us! It’ll be fun!”
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Harry and I walked home, it was late but it was our favorite time to be out and about. The city was quiet and besides avoiding the few cars driving by, we could walk in the middle of the street.
“So everyone was really nice,” I smiled over at him, walking along the middle yellow divider, one foot in front of the other.
“Yeah, good people, normal friend group with their issues and drama. They actually lost their friend Louis about six months ago? That’s where that Bentley girl comes into play. She was dating Louis, and from what I gathered, Niall’s soft on her. Took care of her the most when he passed.”
“Mmm, that’s horrible. Do you know how it happened?” I said as he moved in front of me, walking on the same divider backwards.
“Nope. Just still feels new, you know? Mitch can barely talk about it when he does mention it. So I just avoid it,” he said, reaching out for my hands to help keep us balanced.
“I can’t even imagine losing you…I don’t know what I would do,” I said softly, his hands squeezing mine.
“I ain’t going nowhere, they’ll have to catch me first and I’m too fast,” he wiggled his furrowed brows, making me laugh.
“Yeah?” I said, my head tilting in a challenge, his hands quickly releasing mine.
“Oh come on Marlee, I drank so much beer,” he whined and I shrugged, instantly moving to tackle him, his strong arms quickly stopping me and picking me up over his shoulder, “You literally will never learn. I’m always too quick.”
I burst into laughter hitting his back over and over, “Put me down!”
“Nope, this is how I’m getting you to your apartment. Learn your lesson,” he said, hitting my leg, my arm reaching up to pull his hair, “Ow! You brat!”
We both laughed, Harry staying true to his word, carrying me over his shoulder until we finally got to my apartment. He placed me down on the ground, helping me smooth out my hair like he often did. I inhaled, shivering slightly, something that he often ignored.
“Thanks for coming with me today, it always makes new situations easier,” he smiled, sticking his hands in his pockets.
“Course. I had a good time, and Sarah and I have lunch plans. Me, plans with a girl. Isn’t that insane?” I said with wide eyes, a soft chuckle from him, a smile from ear to ear.
“That is actually, so now I won’t be forced to go on every single shopping trip you decide to take,” he teased, my eyes narrowing.
“You know you enjoy those trips, I always buy you cinnamon pretzel bites!” I pointed at him, his lips pressing together, in a questioning manner.
“I mean…” his eyebrows raised, laughter leaving him as soon as my face dropped in disappointment, “I’m kidding, I’m kidding. I’ll be incredibly jealous of you and Sarah’s newfound friendship.”
“That’s better,” I said, starting to look for my keys in my purse, “So I finished all the marketing stuff for you, new flyers and all. I’ll drop them off after work tomorrow so you can go through and approve.”
“Sounds good, thanks, Mar, really. The shop got to where it was because of you, so thank you. You marketed the shit out of it,” he stuck his tongue in his cheek.
“I told you we were going to make it happen, but H, you did everything else. You fix the cars, I just let people know the hot guy in town can do the fixing,” I giggled, pulling out my keys.
“And Mitch appreciates it,” Harry joked, my hand moving to shove him back. I turned to my apartment door, unlocking the front door. I pulled it open, holding it open and peeking over at him.
“I’ll see you tomorrow then?”
“Yeah, go get ready. I’ll call you when I get home so we can watch New Girl before bed,” he said, reaching over and holding the door open for me.
I looked at him nodding, wondering if he ever thought it was weird how we did this. How we called each other each night, watching New Girl until we fell asleep. It started as me making him watch it from the beginning, to now just rewatching random episodes each night.
“Don’t forget I get to choose the season tonight, I’m feeling three. It feels right,” I said, and he rolled his eyes.
“Let me guess, episode five, because you can relate to Jess’ need to stick her nose in everyone’s life?” He tilted his head at me.
“Listen if I didn’t stick my nose in your life, you never would have kept the auto shop, so…kiss my ass, Harry. Night!.” I smiled, blowing him a kiss before turning on my heel and heading into my complex.
“Night you troll!” He called out, my hand sticking up and flipping him off, his laugh trailed behind me.
Everything about tonight felt right, which was a relief, because I didn’t know how I would face Mitch at work the next day if it didn’t work out. His friends were funny, friendly and just the right amount of messy to keep things interesting. Walking to my apartment, I couldn’t help but ponder over my encounter before the bar, the girl and the chocolate croissant constantly popping into my head throughout the night. She had a permanent sadness etched into the furrow of her brows, her lips seemed unable to twitch into a convincing smile.
I couldn’t move past how stunned she was at me using “no drama” a phrase I picked up from the Australian exchange students at Uni, never thinking much of it. I wanted to stop by again every morning and every afternoon at that little shop, hoping to see her again. I wanted to find out why her brows furrowed into such sadness, what put that sadness there.
My phone went off, buzzing on my bedside as I settled into bed; without looking I knew it was Marlee, ready for our bedtime ritual. I pulled the cover on my bed quickly slipping in before calling out to my phone.
“Hey Siri, call Marlee on speaker,” I said, grabbing my laptop and opening up, starting to set up the Netflix party so we could watch together.
“I’m more than positive I grew an inch,” Marlee said when she finally answered, my eyebrow raising in confusion.
“Mar, I’m more than positive you’re past your growing age,” I said quickly sending her the link.
“Can you please just accept I’ve grown an inch?” I heard her clear pout through the phone.
“Fine, fine you grew an inch,” I gave in, adjusting in bed the show starting as she pressed play on her end. The show began playing, filling the space, my body relaxing into my bed. I loved this tradition we had, sometimes we watched, sometimes it just played as we talked or fell asleep. I bit my lip as I thought about the croissant girl again, a sigh leaving me, “I had a weird interaction with a girl today. Not weird, just…interesting.”
I chuckled, Marlee readjusting on the other side of the phone, “Oh?” She said softly.
“I needed to eat something, so I went to the cafe under the apartment—…”
“…—wait like..the store?”
“Yeah, I just knew I would be drinking, so, I just went in. I saw this chocolate croissant, went to grab it and this girl reached for it too. Pulled back freaked out, and I told her no drama, you know, and she knew what it meant - but she was weirded out that I knew what it was. I don’t know…I guess I’m just intrigued by how sad she looked. Her eyebrows were permanently skewed,” I said, realizing I was rambling. I took a deep breath, clearing my throat, “I’m wondering if I’ll see her again.”
“Well. I guess you’ll just have to see what happens. You already sound…enamored? I guess,” she said quietly, clearly tired.
“Yeah, have to see. I’m not enamored…I just, I’m just curious - but, let’s just go to sleep now. I’m exhausted after today. Night fairy girl.”
“Mm, night Harry. Love you.”
“Love you always.”
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CAN YOU PLEASE DO ROUGH DOM NIALL. i’m actually begging. maybe the reader acts up on purpose for attention because niall is busy with his new album and he has to put her in her place 🫢 btw i love ur work, your like my fav author on this app xx
pls ur gonna make me cry :’) thank u angel ♡
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you’re grumpy—and you have been for the last week and a half. had niall been paying any attention to you at all, he’d have realized as such earlier. however, he is deep into the finalization stage of his new album. you’re proud of him—more than proud of him. niall turns your world that much is obvious. you praise any and everything he does. so of course you’re overjoyed he has a new album coming, and so proud of all his hard work.
you just can’t help but feel a little… jealous? neglected? you’re not a hundred percent sure exactly what you would call it in truth. it feels like a big dark cloud of grump is sitting above your head and you can’t do anything about it. niall is your boyfriend, the love of your life… but first and foremost he is your dominant. he keeps you in check, makes sure you’re always on track, and fucks you into oblivion every night.
the problem is that with his new album, he hadn’t fucked you in almost two weeks. to go from having sex every day—multiple times a day—to none at all for a whole two weeks was really taking a toll on you. it’s niall’s own fault, anyway—your sex drive wasn’t nearly this high before you’d met him. you don’t realize that your sexual frustration is building up until you’re already on the brink of an explosion. waking up in the morning with only one thing on your to-do list: be the biggest brat known to mankind.
unbeknownst to you, niall had taken the day off. he realized that he was neglecting you a bit—it’d been too long since he saw your pretty face when you were awake. you’re surprised to see niall still laying in bed beside you, sleeping peacefully when your eyes flutter open. you look to the bedside table and read the numbers on the alarm clock before pushing his shoulder.
niall wakes with a grunt, gasping a bit as he turns to look at you. “wha’s a’matter?” he mumbles tiredly, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
“you’re late” you mumble grumpily as you move to get out of bed. “wouldn’t wanna keep the love of your life waiting” you slightly grumble as you walk to the bathroom.
“love of my life? what’re you on about, pet? you’re right here” he chuckles softly, shaking his head as he sits up. “come back to bed, i took the day off. wanna cuddle.”
your heart flutters at the statement, nearly blowing the grump-cloud away, but it’s already hard-set on remaining there for the rest of the day. “i can’t i have things to do.” you say simply as you move to walk downstairs.
niall frowns a bit, clambering out of bed to follow you. “hey wait a second, where are you going?” he asks. you’re never out of bed this quick—even if you do have plans for the day. furthermore, no matter if you’re late, you’re always keen to lay down and have a cuddle with niall.
“since when does my life interest you?” you snark. niall’s jaw clenches. it’s barely been fifteen minutes and he’s already fed up with your attitude. he takes a breath to calm himself, wanting to get to the root of the issue before taking things too far.
“your life always interests me. you’re my girl, don’t be ridiculous” he shakes his head. you simply scoff, rolling your eyes and shoving past him and going to take a shower.
niall is quick to grab your wrist, dragging you back to his chest and squeezing your jaw. “listen here you little brat. i took the day off to spend quality time with you but i can just as easily spend it beating the brat out of you. so what will it be?” he growls lowly. you seal your fate when you suck in your cheeks, pursing your lips and spitting on him.
his eyes go dark and he chuckles lowly, slapping his palm against your cheek roughly. “i’m gonna make you regret that” he murmurs.
niall all but drags you back to the bedroom, shoving you roughly onto the bed. you whimper a bit, squirming in anticipation as he walks over to the closet, grabbing his duffel bag full of toys, ropes, and all of his ‘dom essentials.’ “what are you doing?” niall asks when he turns around—noting you hadn’t moved from where he put you.
“sitting” you hum, snark still lacing your tone. niall chuckles, shaking his head a bit as he walks over to you. he grabs you by your neck, forcing you to stand before tearing your nightgown from your body—practically tearing the flimsy fabric in two.
you squeak as niall spins you, forcing you down onto the bed before pulling your hips up so you were on your hands and knees. you hear rummaging before one of niall’s hands rubs over your ass. “pick a number between one and five.”
he’s angry—really angry—he usually always adds a pet name even if you’re in trouble. you bite your lip, thinking hard about what number to pick. you knew how niall’s spankings worked. you would pick a number, and if you got it right then that’s how many spanks you got. if you got it wrong, then he’d double whatever number he was thinking of. you squeeze your eyes shut tight, going with the safest option smack dab in the middle. “three?” you say hesitantly.
niall smirks, rubbing his hands over your ass. “oh, princess” he hums in a sickly sweet tone—and you nearly smile before realizing that you’re being mocked as his hand strikes your ass cheek. “it was five” he says lowly.
the number is the only warning that you get before niall winds up his flogger and slams it down on your ass. you practically scream into the comforter, tears already pricking the corners of your eyes. he doesn’t start off gentle or work his way up, and he gives you no respite as he continuously whips his flogger on different areas of your backside.
you make sure to call out numbers clear and concise—not wanting to start over with niall in this mood. by the time he’s finished with you, you’re a wet mess—in more ways than one. tears spilling down your cheeks, drool falling from your lips, and cunt sticky with arousal.
“okay okay okay” niall hums as he turns you around. “i know baby, i know. you’re okay… you’re fine” he coos tauntingly as he pulls you to his chest. “‘s okay, i’ll give y’what y’want… quit y’tears” he mumbles as he tugs his sweats down. he lays you back on the bed, making sure you’re comfortable on top of the pillows before kissing your head.
“oh there’s my girl” he smirks as he runs his cock through your sticky folds. you whine softly, arching towards him before he pushes your hips down. “stay still, y’brat” he grunts, slapping your cunt a few times. you shriek with each hit, your legs wiggling in an attempt to get away as you look at him tearily. “jus’ lay there and take my cock.” he mumbles as he slowly pushes into you.
the both of you moan as he bottoms out, you gripping niall’s shoulders as he holds your hips tightly. “fuckin shit babydoll” he groans, pressing down on the bulge of his cock your tummy. “forgot how goddamn tight you were” he gasps a bit, slowly pulling his cock out before thrusting back in.
niall is in heaven… he’s practically pussy drunk off one stroke alone. his head falls back and his eyes roll as he feels your gummy walls gripping him. you’re like a vice, almost as if you wouldn’t let go even if he begged you to. your pussy is sucking him in, leaking around him like a fountain of eternal youth and he’s so close to busting that he has to take a deep breath and distract himself. “this what you needed baby?” he mocks. “just a big cock to fill up your tight little cunt?” he hums.
“ni…” you whine softly and he simply chuckles before setting a pace. once he’s adjusted to your tightness and calmed himself down, he’s able to fuck you how he wants. he holds your hips down against the mattress setting a brutal and punishing pace in your cunt.
“that why you had an attitude? haven’t fucked you properly lately?” he laughs at you. actually laughs at you, and you can’t even bring yourself to care. “you’re so pathetic” he mumbles, spanking your clit. “all it takes is some dick n you’re all smiles again.”
“yeah daddy” you moan in agreement, nodding dumbly as your eyes fluttered closed. you barely even register the words niall is saying to you—all you know is that they’re mocking and unkind. but, this is all you wanted—what you’d been dreaming of for so long so you had not a care in the world. not a thought bouncing around your skull other than more more more.
more love. more affection. more close. more cock. more niall. he engulfed you, not just due to his much larger stature. he had you pinned between the bed, your bodies so close that you could feel the beads of sweat dripping off of his forehead and onto you. he was everywhere—on top of you, inside of you, touching you, his scent engulfing your nostrils as you lay on his pillow.
your head was swimming in a pool of niall and you were content to drown in it until niall forces your leg up over his shoulder. he reangles his hips and slams his cock back directly into your gspot. “daddy!” you shriek out loudly, your back arching high off the bed.
“yeah baby, daddy’s here” he mumbles, reaching to rub your clit. “daddy’s right here baby. jus’ lay pretty and take my cock, yeah?” he flashes a bright smile your way, winking at you—his hips never breaking rhythm as he punishes your cunt with his cock.
you can barely choke out a response your cunt pulsing around him as your orgasm dangles so close, yet so far away. “are you gonna cum baby? i can feel you squeezing me” he hums, fucking you faster. “do you want to cum princess?” he mocks.
“yeah! yeah, yeah, yeah!” you chant, nodding rapidly as your hips begin stuttering against his. “oh fuck yeah!” you whine.
“awh… ‘s too bad i didn’t say you could then, isn’t it?” he hums, slapping your clit once more and laughing meanly. you whine in frustration, tears wetting your lashes as you force your orgasm back. “jus hold it baby, you can do it” he teases, but begins rubbing your clit in small, deliberate circles. “right? for daddy?” he smirks.
you gasp, nodding dumbly as your eyes roll. “f-f’daddy” you nod, your legs beginning to shake. you feel niall’s cock give a twitch at that, his hips stuttering a few times before he finds his pace once more.
“daddy’s gonna cum baby” niall moans in your ear, beginning to nip and suck the skin of your neck. “gonna fill this tight cunt… give you m’babies you want that?” he smirks.
“yeah daddy… yeah gimme your babies please” you whine, beginning to rock your hips in time with his.
“then cum with me, princess” he whispers, squeezing your throat just as your orgasm starts. you moan loudly, unable to stop the spasming of your body as you cream around niall’s cock. you distantly register his slew of swears through loud moans as you feel his seed painting your walls. you moan softly as he pulls you into a hot and heavy kiss—filled with love and passion.
niall pulls away breathlessly, smiling down at you in adoration as he gently pushes your hair from your face. “is my good girl back yet?” he hums softly, gently peppering kisses over your face.
the airy giggle you let out is enough to let niall know he’d fucked you nine ways from sunday and you were now deeply submerged in a submissive headspace. if that wasn’t enough for him, then your soft: “yeah daddy” as you nose against his neck seals the deal for him.
he hums a bit in relief—pride maybe?—before kissing your neck again. “good… you keen for a cuddle now?” he smirks softly at you.
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To Wake Up By Your Side
Summary : Part 2 to Empty As A Bottle Of Wine … the morning after.
TW : smut
Word Count : 1.2k
A/N : i had no plan to do a part 2. but i got stoned, jumped on tumblr and saw that @strawnarrries rebloged with the tag “need more right now” so here we are ✌️
GIF : @horansqueen
you feel yourself start to wake, your eyes fluttering open to land on niall’s face. you smile softly, your eyes gently shutting again as you remember that he came home last night. well, more like this morning.
realization dawns on you and before you really have time to process it, your body clenches around niall’s cock. still tucked snuggly into you.
a wave of heat shoots down to your centre, your breath hitching, as all of this really registers with your sleep fogged brain.
you hitch your thigh higher, hooking your leg up from his hip to his waist, your foot pressing him impossibly closer.
the sudden movement and tiny whimper that leaves your lips, stirs niall from his sleep. you feel his thumb brush against the skin of your back, his arm thrown over you to keep you close through the night.
his eyes scrunch up tight for a moment, blinking open quickly, before shutting them again. “was supposed to wake up first. use my mouth and all that,” niall mumbles in a sleepy state.
the gravelly tone to his voice from his sleep dry throat, the thickness of his accent, the slow puffing up of his cock. another wave of heat pools between your legs, your arousal starting to coat niall’s member.
it’s not until your cunt clenches around him, that he even realizes he’s still tucked into you. a breathy moan escapes his lips, his nose rubbing against yours, “fuck, but this’ll do just fine.”
you whine, nodding, as your hand grips into his hair, lips slotting with his. and it’s so slow. both of you revelling in it. taking the time to indulge in what you’ve so painfully missed for the last 3 months of niall’s touring.
niall’s tongue slips its way through your lips, petting over your tongue, making you moan into his mouth, hips bucking and starting to grind on him.
his hand slides down your back to your hip, stilling you. he pulls away from the kiss, giving you a moment to catch your breath as he plants a soft peck on the corner of your lips. “dont want you to move yet,” he whispers, leaving a series of soft kisses down your cheek to your jaw.
you feel a tremble work it’s way through your body, your pussy clenching on him again, making niall’s breath catch in his throat, softly nipping at your jaw.
your thigh starts to shake, feeling so much him. the soft series of kisses he’s trailing down the column of your throat, the only movement he’s allowing himself. and with his tight hold on you, you couldn’t move even if you tried.
not that you want to. you’ve never felt so full. full of cock, full of joy, full of love. you silently wish you could spend the rest of your life just seethed on him.
“can’t stop,” you whisper breathily, gasping lightly for air. your cunt is literally throbbing around him, pulsing so hard with every press of niall’s lips to your throat.
“can’t stop what, petal,” niall whispers against your skin, between kisses, nose gently tracing patterns into your neck as he speaks. “can’t stop trembling ?” kiss. “can’t stop moaning ?” kiss. “can’t stop squeezing my cock ?”
this time instead of a kiss, his tongue lays flat against the base of your neck, licking up the column of your throat, up to your chin, avoiding your lips as he pulls his face just too far out of reach.
you whine loudly, a shiver running down your spine, your heat clenching harder around him.
“fuckin christ, you really cant stop, hmm ?” he asks quietly, his prick constantly being gripped on. as if your pussy wanted to suck him in deeper. if it were even at all possible.
“so full, ni,” you whimper, your breath hitching. “fucking-, so good. feels like my body’s burning.”
“sound like you’re gonna cum, pretty girl,” he groans, leaning in to crash his lips against yours. he can’t help himself, he’s so fucking needy for you.
niall bites into your bottom lip, tugging on it, “gonna be a good girl aren’t you ?” he asks, mouth ghosting over yours. “clenching so fucking hard on me. using me to cum. just like this. c’mon, be my good girl.”
“can’t,” you whimper loudly, lungs gasping for air. “fuck, s’not enough. need more, need more, please.”
he shakes his head no, his nose flicking yours back and forth, as he does. “s’my first day back. you’re gonna be a good girl for me. no matter how long it takes,” he murmurs against your ear, watching you squirm in his hold.
a loud, needy whine works its way out of your throat, your nails scratching down any bit of niall’s skin you can reach. you were so close. right on the edge. so close to the edge your toes were basically hanging over, feet teetering back and forth, but never taking the final plunge.
“help me,” you whimper, your body trembling on overdrive, trying to work your hips into his for any sort of movement, any friction, fucking anything.
“start begging, petal,” niall coos against your ear, his tongue pointed and licking over the shell of your ear.
“please,” you breathe out, without so much as a second thought. willing to do absolutely anything to be able to cum. you’ve been full of his cock since you shut your eyes around 5am. based on the reflection of the sun in your room, you’d guess it’s now mid to late afternoon.
“fuck, ni, honey, please. can’t anymore. hurts. fuck, fuck, i need to cum. need you. please, please, need to cum, ni, please, fuck, plea-“ your cut off by the press of niall’s lips against yours.
“keep begging like that and i’ll be the one cumming,” he groans. “tell me what you need, petal.”
“just- just,” you breathe frustratedly, trying to wiggle your hips, just enough to get some friction to your clit. a breathless moan leaves you as your bundle of nerves finally feels the dragging pressure it’s been craving.
niall keeps his hold tight on you, not letting your hips thrust, only giving you the opportunity to rut your body against his.
“gave you what you wanted,” he murmurs, lips slotting with yours. “please let me feel you cum, pretty girl. been fuckin craving it for months.”
finally. fucking finally. you feel your trembling body start to seize up as the burning string inside you snaps.
your jaw goes lax as you gasp for air, your inner walls clamped down so tight on niall’s cock, your brain cant seem to focus on anything else.
niall’s face buries itself in your hair as you’ve tucked your head in his chest, groaning from above you, “fuck, you’re such a good girl. missed you so much, petal.”
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need a beta for a niall x oc fic!
hey there! so I'm looking for a beta for my Niall x OC fic
Its gonna be a reverse grumpy x sunshine (niall isn't the grump hint hint)
There will be some smut, but I will name the chapters accordingly with warnings. (It's okay if you wouldn't wanna beta those chapters we can work it out)
I'm not really in any hurry! Feel free to message me directly, here.
And if you're just a reader I'll upload it here, wattpad and ao3 (same @)
(note: the smut will be on wattpad and ao3 only i wanna keep my blog sfw so)
Here's the cover so you get a bit of a feel for it!
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overstimulating sub niall
in me
summary: y/n overstimulates niall by making him fuck her over and over.
warnings: coarse language, smut, unprotected sex, overstimulation (m receiving), breeding kink
pairing: niall horan x fem!reader
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“Gonna come in me again, baby? Wanna fill me up?” Y/N said breathily and Niall only nodded, groaning softly as he buried his face in her neck. He was so sensitive for coming so many times already but he couldn’t stop, like he was addicted to feeling her pretty pussy around him.
“Always so good for me. Makin’ me feel so good.” She sighed out, almost dreamily. She dug her nails into his back and he whimpered softly, resting his forehead against her shoulder. His thrusts were needy, fucking into her cunt deeply, eager to fill her up with his cum once more.
“Wanna get you knocked up one day.” He murmured, keeping his lips parted to let moans and whines slip past them. That was probably what was spurring him on so much, the thought of knocking her up after coming in her so many times.
“Yeah?” She chuckled softly, tilting her head back into the pillows a little more once he started kissing the damp skin of her neck, grazing his teeth against it just a little bit.
“Mhm.”
“Come in me, then.”
a/n: i don’t do breeding kink often so sorry if this is shit!!!
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