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onlyangle1 · 5 months

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X FACTOR

HELLO LOVERS!! this is my very first fake instagram fic so i do apologise if this is a bit shit, but if you like it i will continue this and make it a bit of a series/fic thingy.

had no clue who to choose as a face claim so i decided to use ari! <33

Summary: Y/N supports her big brother when he goes to the x factor!!

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Y/Nhorran

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Y/Nhorran I can’t believe my smelly big bother just sang infront of KATY PERRY!!!! LIKE WHAT? No no in all seriousness im so proud of you, dont forget me when your all big and famous!!!

p.s next round tell katy i love her!! xx

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Niallhoran Thanks tiny ❤️ I’ll be sure to tell her next time she comes round for tea, shall I? You are a melon aren’t ya x

Y/Nhoran Yes that would be much appreciated thank you! xx

Maura.horan He is a cutie isnt he! We’re all so proud my love xx

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Y/Nhoran

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Y/Nhoran LOOK AT THESE MUPETS!! Who knew Ni-Ni could fly? Crazy days.

ANYWAYS IM SO PROUD OF YOU NIALL, LOVE YOU SO SO MUCH!!!! xx

(thank you mumzy for catching my reaction x)

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Niallhoran Thanks pumpkin, now come to my room so I give you a big cuddle xxx

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Niallhoran

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Niallhoran Tiny has been watching my X Factor performances at least twice a day for the last week, as much as i love her support, she needs to turn it the fuck down! xx

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Harrystyles Don’t be horrid Nialler

Y/Nhoran Yeah ni-ni, listen to your mate.

Maura.horan Aw she just loves ya, darling x

Niallhoran Don’t be on her side mum!!

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Y/N lounged on the comfortable bean bag she had brought into Niall's bedroom, her eyes fixed on the vibrant posters that adorned the walls. The room was a mix of music and Hannah Montana memorabilia, a reflection of Niall's interests. The soft hum of their favorite tunes played in the background, creating a cozy atmosphere.

Niall, her big brother, sprawled out on his bed with a guitar in hand, strumming casually as they shared stories and laughter. His fingers strummed the strings effortlessly, a skill he had gained over the years. Y/N admired her brother's musical talent, feeling a sense of pride as he effortlessly played familiar tunes.

During their childhood, the two often enjoyed karaoke, and other musical activities together, finding comfort in each other's singing. Y/N, having a desire to audition for the X Factor alongside Niall, never mustered the courage, letting him take the stage and eventually become a part of the growing band, One Direction. As the five boys' musical journey unfolded, Y/N eagerly looked forward to meeting them, hoping they were as friendly as Niall made them out to be.

“So when ya’ gonna come meet me mates then?” Niall questioned looking up from his guitar almost like he was reading your mind.

“Not sure you know, whenever really.” She said with a shrug looking back down at her phone and quickly messaging someone back.

“I’ll sort something for ya pumpkin, these are my best mates! Need to meet them at some point.” Niall sent her a soft loving smile beginning to think up ideas to make the day they all met even more special.

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A note from moi: Im sorry it’s so short but i really didn’t know what to do for the first post but i hope this was okay and i’ll be making better as time goes on 🫶🏻🩷 Remember to eat, drink water and wear your suncream, love ya’s xx

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jqhotchner · 1 month

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midnight sky

what you were doing was absolutely insane! you just met the man not even twenty four hours ago. but the connection the two of you had was incredible, almost like you were made for each other. maybe you were.

the day started off like every other morning. you groaned as your alarm clock went off, got out of bed, took a quick shower, brushed your teeth, and finally made it down town to your favorite local coffee shop.

you ordered a basic coffee and a pastry before sitting in your normal spot, far in the back. you took your laptop out of your bag and began grading papers, groaning and rolling your eyes at the students who didn’t turn in a paper yet.

after about thirty minutes you heard commotion outside. normally you’d ignore it. it’s new york city after all, it was always filled with nosy people. today was different! flashes came from the window, almost blinding you more than the sun.

you heard people screaming as if someone fell and died. you looked up and saw the paparazzi outside. frowning, you grabbed your things and headed for the door.

“shit! im sorry, love!”

groaning at your coffee spilling on the ground, you were ready to yell at whoever this pretentious actor or whatever he was! not caring if the media and his fans tore you a new one.

“watch where you—”

you couldn’t even finish your sentence. he was the most beautiful man you had ever seen. from his buzzed hair cut, beautiful brown eyes, tattooed neck, and his attire. he was the most attractive man you’ve ever seen.

“are you alright, babe?” even his accent was perfect.

“uh—yeah—yeah! im sorry.”

he chuckles, “it’s my fault, really.”

you were frozen. completely mesmerized by this beautiful man in front of you. your heart skipped a beat.

“it’s fine—um, i should get going.” you began walking away, pushing through the loads of paps. you needed to get far away so you could get that man out of your mind.

unfortunately the moment you got home you looked him up. you needed to know who he was and where he was from. you searched the location of the coffee shop and found tmz reporting the images.

“zayn malik. fuck, even his name is perfect!” you dived into everything zayn malik and began to sigh. soon you find his instagram, noticing he only had a few post. you assumed he deleted his old post due to him starting a new era for his next album.

biting your lip you sigh as you close your eyes processing. god, where you an idiot for even thinking about messaging him. maybe? you knew he probably got thousands of messages everyday, but it was something about him. you click on his profile, clicked on message, and began typing.

‘hi..god, you probably won’t see this, most likely won’t even open it, won’t bat an eye, but i thought i should text you. i guess im intrigued you could say.’

you wait patiently until you heard your phone vibrate. you had never picked up your phone so quickly. you smiled hugely when you saw it was him that sent you a message.

‘hey! normally i don’t open this app unless im posting something about me music or a selfie. coffee shop girl, right?’

smiling, you typed,

‘yeah! sorry about spilling that coffee by the way. im normally not that clumsy.’

‘haha!’

‘it’s cool, babe. got a three year old! use to clumsy.’

‘oh? didn’t noticed you had a kid. gonna be honest, i kinda went on a bit of a stalker session finding you.’

‘really? that’s cute!’

‘yeah! got a daughter. she’s the sweetest thing even!’

‘i love kids! i always wanted to teach kids instead of middle schoolers. kids love the color and draw. middle schoolers love to gossip and fight.’

‘ha! not ready for that at all!’

‘you’re a teacher, huh? that was my career path before i became a musician.’

‘i enjoy teaching! wanted to since i could remember!’

‘you guys are doing great work! deserve a pay raise!!’

‘tell that to the us government. 😩’

‘fuck them all!!!’

‘agreed!’

‘how bout i meet you up for a coffee? promise, no paps this time?’

‘right now?’

‘yeah…is that okay, babe?’

‘yeah—yeah! ill be there in twenty.’

‘cool! see you soon ;)’

you never got ready so fast in your life. heading downstairs from your building and walking a few blocks to the coffee shop, you spot zero paps and zayn sitting inside your booth. you smile before walking into the building. when he spots you, he smiles at you, stands up, and gives you a hug.

“hey.”

“hi.” you sit in the seat right across from him.

“never got your name. your instagram account doesn’t give it away.”

you blush. you created your instagram when you were in middle school. being overly obsessed with harry potter as a kid and extremely dorky, you had to go with ‘voldedork_hp,’

you never got around to changing it. now you regret that decision one hundred percent. “im sorry about that. a little embarrassed.”

“don’t be! it’s cute. im a huge harry potter fan myself. i went as voldemort last halloween as a mater-of-fact.”

“my names yn.”

“it’s nice to meet you yn. you have a lovely name by the way.”

you snort. feeling like your name was completely bland compared to his!

“may i ask where you’re from? your accent, it’s pretty thick, even for someone born in the uk.”

zayn chuckles. “yeah! m’from bradford england. my pops is pakistani so my accent comes out a little bit stronger i guess. what about you? you don’t sound like a new yorker.” he takes a sip of his coffee.

“im not! born and raised in texas actually.”

“texas, huh? you’re a little way from home, yeah?”

“i got a full scholarship for new york university! i couldn’t pass on that opportunity.”

“brains and beauty, huh?”

you blush. he was definitely a flirt! the two of you got to know one another for the next four hours. you both lost track of time. zayn phone blows up and he continues to ignore it. enjoying his time getting to know the pretty woman across from him. you were loving the company and conversation. it felt like you knew each other for the longest time. you were both laughing and listening to each other tell some crazy story. it felt right.

“how about we get out of this coffee shop, yeah? maybe walk around new york? i promise, no paps. i know places they’ll never go.” he winks at you. you nod before getting out of the booth. zayn grabs your hand and interlocks your fingers.

you were surprised but you didn’t object or pull away. zayn paid for his coffee, leaving a generous tip before leaving. you walk hand and hand around new york, enjoying each other’s company. you continued to talk about everything. the two of you got along so well, you felt crazy for already falling for him. you just met the man! how could you already have such strong feelings for the musician? were you seriously losing your mind? you just couldn’t help how you felt though.

zayn felt the same way. it’s why, standing in front of a courthouse, holding your hand as the moonlight shines, he got the craziest idea. he stops, looks you in the eye, and caresses your cheek. “may i kiss you, babe?”

you blushed, nodding nonetheless. when his lips touched yours, you felt the whole world stopped. god, how could such a beautiful man be this perfect? when he pulls away he grabs your hand and runs across the street. it was like faith, standing in front of a kay jewelers and a bridal shop. you laugh as he looks at you with the biggest grin on his face.

“what?”

“this is gonna be the craziest thing ive ever done or said but, i just—i feel like ive known you for the longest time. you’re beautiful, funny, smart, and amazing. i—i feel like we’re meant to be, meant to meet each other. and you, god maybe this is insane! you can totally say no, kick my ass, slap me, whatever you want, but this is just perfect. it’s almost like faith,”

“what is it?” you asked nervously.

“a jeweler, a bridal shop, and a courthouse right across the street. maybe this is the universe telling us to just go for it. let’s get married.”

normally if a man had asked you this you’d laugh in his face. you’d think he was absolutely insane for even suggesting this idea. but seeing all the key details, it’s like a story from a fairytale! who were you to pass up a fairytale story?

“okay!”

“yeah?”

you nod your head. zayn kisses you passionately before calling up taryn to be a witness! once he convinced her, he grabs your hand, head into the jewelry parlor, the two of you pick your rings before going to the bridal shop and grabbing the most gorgeous dress and a suit, before heading across the street to officially get married.

“are we doing this, forreal?”

“yeah, yeah we are! let’s get married, baby!”

and before you know it, you become misses malik. a true fairytale.

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adoringhrry · 1 year

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type: fluff

Pairing: prince hair Harry x reader

Warnings: slight swearing, anxiety, younger sister being a jerk

Notes: Written in 2nd person! Harry is not famous in this. This is based off of the show/books of “To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before” with some added details. “The Outsiders” also influenced this as well!

To The Boy I loved Last Year

About a year ago, you had written a love letter to a boy in your year. It was a paragraph or two and silly but the memory still made you smile. Usually you wouldn’t ever have the nerve to say such romantically cheesy things, but you hadn’t seen the harm in writing it in a never-to-be-sent letter.

When you had finished writing it, it was tucked away in a little shoebox under your bed. Never to be touched. Never to be read. It could never be read by him, especially since it had your name signed at the bottom. Your stomach dropped each time you thought about that; him knowing who you were and calling you a crazy stalker.

The letter had been completely forgotten about. You still thought Harry was cute, he was the prettiest boy in your school- in your opinion. This year the two of you barely had any classes together, so the crush had started to fade. It was like a memory you can never fully remember yet, it stays in the back of your mind forever.

On a drab Wednesday while looking for a pen that rolled off the desk, you found the box the letter had been tucked away in. You pulled the box out. The memory of writing it and sealing the envelope with a kiss rushed through the forefront of your mind. Maybe it was time to reread the silly thing and have a laugh at yourself.

But to your dismay, the letter was gone, along with all the other things you stuck in the box over the years. No one in your house regularly snoops through your room but your little sister. So she had obviously done something. Quickly, you ran out of your room in search for her.

“What did you do with that letter in the box under my bed?” You shouted at her, your face heating up with annoyance.

She turned to you, taken aback. “What do you mean what did I do with it? I sent it. What else are you supposed to do with a letter?” Her face contorted in confusion.

“When..when did you send that letter?” Fear clawed at your lower stomach, heart dropping down to your feet. You could feel how pale you had gotten, anxiety barreling through you like a freight train.

“I think a week ago? Y/n what’s wrong? His name and address was on it! All it was missing was a stamp.”

“It was missing a stamp for a reason, you damn idiot!” You shouted, your feet carrying you to the door and out. Surely, you could get to his house before he could read it, right? Simple solution. Harry’s ‘family’ didn’t seem like they checked their mailbox daily.

Harry lived with his friends. They called themselves a little gang, but really it was a bunch of kids running around stealing money from tip jars sometimes. You had overhead them in the hallway once. You were almost sure you heard Harry talk about how his parents were in a mobile accident.

When you got to the mailbox of his home, which conveniently was on the other end of your block was empty with the flag up. It mustn’t have turned up yet. With a sigh, you put the flag down out of habit and walked off. Luck hadn’t been on your side today so you knew it not coming yet didn’t seem likely.

The next day your nerves were at an all time high, even the slight sound of a scuffing boot made you jump. It was so bad that your sorta friend, Marie, had even noticed.

“What’s wrong?” She asked, turning towards you.

It had caught you off guard, staring down at the practically inedible school food. She didn’t really care about anyone’s feelings but herself. But even if she didn’t actually care, you thought it was the better time than ever to talk about it.

“I wrote this love letter a year ago to this guy I had a crush on. I obviously never sent it, but I signed my name and put his address on the envelope.” You slapped your hand across your face, embarrassment creeping up your neck. “I found out that my sister sent the letter to him a week ago.”

After a few seconds, Marie’s face twisted up in a overbearing smile. A smile that stretched from ear to ear. “That’s amazing! You won’t even need to confess. Isn’t that perfect?”

“I wish it was that easy, M. We live really close and if he doesn’t reciprocate the feeling, I’m beyond screwed. The second he reads the letter I’m done for.” You complain, putting your down on your arms with a groan.

Picking your head back up, you looked over towards his table. Your mind wandered, against yourself. The last year had changed him so much, his features had matured and his hair was grown out. But yet, he still had that boyish charm. He wasn’t like the other greasers in his gang, he wasn’t like any of the guys in the whole school. Maybe even in the whole world.

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Once the bell had rung and you were out of the building, a wave of relief washed over you. You were thankful he hadn’t come up to you at all. Without a second thought, you thought that it meant he hadn’t read it yet.

Then a gentle hand fell on your shoulder. Fuck.

A sigh escaped your lips before turning to see the boy you’d been avoiding all day. Red creeped up your neck, undoubtedly creating a tense atmosphere. Harry spoke a soft greeting; your stomach dropped.

“God, listen..I’m so sorry. You weren’t ever supposed-“

“I ain’t- do you think I’m mad or something?” He let out a laugh, his voice deeper than it was before. “I wanted to ask if you would come to my place and help me with some homework?”

Just like that a weight was lifted off of your chest. He hadn’t read the letter! He probably hadn’t even gotten it yet. All he wanted to do was hang and study. That you could do. Definitely.

A smile appeared across your face, familiar emotions bubbling up in your abdomen. “Yeah. Right now?”

He nodded in response. After a few moments you started over to his place. That smile on your face never really faltered. Silence engulfed you both, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. You were relishing in his company.

As you reached the steps to the front door, he turned with a coy smile. “The place is a little messy, but my room’s fine.”

You followed him in and a wave of nostalgia hit you. Everything was exactly the same, down to the hung picture Niall drew a few years ago. It wasn’t as nearly as messy as you’d think, especially with almost seven teenagers roughhousing in there all day. Zayn and Harry mustn’t have gotten to clean yet, knowing they were the only ones who cared about how the house looked.

You walked into his room and sat on the far end of the bed, starting to twiddle your thumbs. Anxiety started to tiptoe up your legs, making itself known.

Harry sat at the other end of the bed, leaving two feet between you both. “So Harry-”

“Please, you know it’s H.”

Butterflies.

“So H,” you emphasized his nickname, smiling at him. “What did you need help with? I know I won’t be any help in algebra if that’s what you’re stuck on.”

He nodded his head, twisting his body to pull something from under his pillow. That’s not a great hiding spot.

When he turned back, the world stopped. The letter. Opened, and definitely read. “I actually wanted to talk about this.”

He let if fall between your cris-crossed legs, lingering a few inches in front of your hands. You were itching to just snatch it and run as far as possible. Red. That’s all you felt- hell, more like scarlett.

You felt like hundreds of pairs of eyes were staring at you. Felt like a criminal being investigated. Anxiety raced up and down your veins as you stared at the little thing that has ruined your life.

Say something! You yelled at yourself, scolding your locked lips.

“I- oh gosh. This wasn’t ever supposed to sent at all. I’m sorry if it made you think anything weird or-”

“Hey it’s alright, Y/n. I honestly thought it was kinda cute.”

Silence. Uncomfortable. Damnit.

“I’m sorry again, it wasn’t supposed to be read by you. It was just some silly thing I di-”

You were cut off by a soft pair of lips. They were gentle and very wry, testing to see if it was okay. You were startled. There was no reality you made up in your head where he reacted like this. You thought he’d hate you forever.

Just when he started to pull away, his confidence gone, you cupped his jaw. His skin was porcelain smooth, and it took your breath away. How he could look tough but feel so soft made your legs tremble and feel like jelly.

The kiss only lasted for another few seconds, leaning back to read each others emotions. “I’m glad that letter was sent.” Harry’s voice filled the silence.

“Me too.” You breathed.

“I’ve been wanting to do that since the day I met you.” He smiled, showing his dimples.

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imagines-1directioner · 11 months

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Kiss Cam - with Zayn Malik

Situação: amigo!ficante!Zayn Malik x Leitora

Contagem de palavras: 1926

Pedido de @nihstyles: Oii, eu queria muito um imagine com o Zayn em q ele e a s/n são famosos e namoram só que ngm da mídia desconfia e eles vão a um jogo de basquete como amigos, só que a ‘Kiss Cam’ foca neles, então eles se beijam e isso para a internet

N/A: Niih, amei escrever seu pedido! Fluiu tão bem e eu estava com saudade de escrever algo nesse estilo, fofinho e apaixonante. Dei uma incrementada no enredo porque me empolguei de leve.. rs então espero que você goste e me diz o que achou depois. Estou louca pra saber sua opinião 💞

curte e reblogue o post para me ajudar 🫶

- Ei, me empresta seu boné? - sua feição e entrada animada, praticamente saltitando ao entrar no enorme quarto de Zayn arrancou um sorriso sincero do moreno. Ele adorava observar sua alegria contagiante, no sentido literal da palavra pois assim que colocava os olhos em você, o riso fazia-se presente quase que de maneira instantânea. - O que foi? - você questionou quando viu o rapaz rir enquanto amarrava o cadarço do tênis, sentado na beira da cama.

- Seu jeitinho. - respondeu risonho. Típico risonho apaixonado que te cativou logo em seguida.

- Que jeitinho? - a pergunta saiu acompanhada de um sorriso, aquele sorriso de quem sabe a intenção do outro mas pergunta mesmo assim apenas para sentir o gostinho do elogio.

- Toda animada, feliz da vida.

- Fico assim quando tô contigo. - você disse de modo tímido e Zayn sorriu sem mostrar os dentes te encarando e em seguida puxou devagar sua cintura para roubar um selinho seu.

- E eu quando tô com você. - seu coração transbordou de amor ao ver aqueles olhos cor de mel fixos nos seus e escutar com sinceridade o quão bem sua companhia fazia a ele. E por alguma razão inexplicável vocês entraram em uma transe gostosa, em que os olhares se conectaram de modo hipnotizante. Você sentia um frio na barriga ao mesmo tempo que adentrava a uma sensação de acolhimento com as mãos suaves dele acariciando suas costas, enquanto que Zayn apreciava sua face ao tempo em que você passava levemente os polegares, um em cada lado do maxilar evidente da face mais linda que você já teve o prazer de visualizar de pertinho. Não existia outro sentimento no ar que fosse diferente do mais puro amor. - Vou pegar o boné pra você. - como uma forma de - infelizmente - sair da transe, ele deu leves batidas onde as mãos dele tocavam seu corpo com o intuito de você se afastar e então levantar da cama a caminho do closet para pegar o famoso boné da sorte. - Toma!

- Eu falei brincando. - você riu fraco quando voltou a realidade e percebeu que o rapaz segurava o boné azul com detalhes laranja. - Não quero ser a culpada caso eles percam.

- Eu deixo você usar nesse jogo. - Malik ajeitou o acessório na sua cabeça. - Mas só nesse jogo. - novamente uma risada saiu de sua boca e ele sorriu. Fazer graça para você se tornou uma das atividades preferidas dele. Afinal te ver feliz fazia ele feliz.

Na próxima semana completaria dois meses que vocês iniciaram esse romance completamente improvável. Uma atriz em ascensão, que adorava holofotes e que no momento era o centro das atenções devido ao sucesso da série dramática que protagonizava, e um cantor resguardado, afastado do auge da carreira, que odiava invasão de privacidade e que fugia de ser o foco de olhares. Nem nos filmes mais clichês cogitaria um cenário em que surgisse um sentimento vindo de dois seres tão diferentes. No entanto o destino conseguiu unir os oposto tão bem envolvido que foi impossível não se apaixonar.

Apesar de já se conhecerem antes do rolo começar, vocês iniciaram de fato uma amizade quando ele se ofereceu, como amigo, para te ajudar a se instalar em Nova Iorque, cerca de três meses atrás. A partir deste dia, sendo nova na cidade mais agitada do mundo, Zayn se dispôs a te apresentar os principais locais da região e se tornou praticamente seu único amigo por lá. E embora se vissem quase todos os dias, já que moravam perto, vocês não tinham firmado verbalmente um relacionamento. A fase gostosa da paixão ainda estava florescendo e como ambos sabiam bem, o que ninguém sabe, ninguém estraga. Inclusive a mídia. Sendo assim vocês resolveram sair como amigos, o que não era uma mentira, mas sem os toques e demonstração de carinho realizado à quatro paredes. Você estava um tanto quanto apreensiva pois era a primeira vez que saiam sozinhos, sem o grupo de amigos. Com certeza haveriam burburinhos sobre vocês, mas aquele não pareceu ser um problema grande já que a imprensa sempre inventava história por conta de ibope. No entanto você não queria perder o lance com Zayn por conta da exposição, e estava com certo medo dele acabar com tudo porque a mídia sabia do romance misterioso. O que você queria era curtir esse momento ao lado dele, e então guardou esses sentimentos ruins para serem ditos para ele após o jogo.

Hoje era dia de rivais: New York Knicks, time do seu quase namorado, contra Brooklyn Nets. O jogo seria na casa dos Knicks, o grande e magnífico Madison Square Garden. A partida era decisiva e embora Zayn fosse torcendo fervoroso, um pouco obcecado e bastante supersticioso, ele deixou você usar o boné da sorte. E para sua infelicidade Knicks estava perdendo até dar o intervalo.

- Quer usar? - você ofereceu falando do boné, soltando uma leve risadinha visto que Zayn estava nitidamente nervoso.

- Não, eles vão virar esse jogo. Nem que pra isso eu tenha que entrar na quadra. - você riu e no segundo seguinte a brincadeirinha do Kiss Cam iniciou nos telões da arena.

- A parte que eu mais gosto! - Zayn sorriu depois que escutou seu comentário e vocês olhavam os casais aparecendo no telão. - Anw, que fofinhos! - você disse ao ver dois velhinhos dando um selinho. Logo depois a câmera focou em um rapaz e uma garota aleatórios que negaram dar um beijo.

- Pegar desprevenido desse jeito é sacanagem. - Zayn comentou e no milésimo de segundo depois a câmera apontou pra vocês. Seu corpo congelou e um risada de desespero saiu de sua boca. Malik riu desacreditado, levando as mãos até o rosto.

- Só pode ser brincadeira. - você ria em tom claro de desespero tentando disfarçar com acenos enquanto o nome de vocês aparecia embaixo da imagem simultânea. Zayn também acenou na intenção da câmera desistir de focar em vocês mas de nada adiantou. O público já havia ido à loucura e as palmas acompanhada do coro de “beija, beija” ficava cada vez mais alto. Como se fosse combinado, e não era, vocês se entreolharam com um riso nos lábios.

- Tá confortável em fazer isso?

- Eu que te pergunto. - você falou rindo.

- Quer saber? Cansei de esconder que te amo. - a fala dita enquanto um sorriso se abria acelerou seu coração e o órgão quase saiu pela boca quando Zayn aproximou o rosto até você e levou as mãos em sua bochecha adentrando ao seu pescoço e por fim entrelaçando calmamente nos fios de cabelo da nuca para terminar a ação não em um selinho, mas sim em um beijo sereno e muito fofo que durou poucos segundos, mas que foi suficiente para enlouquecer ainda mais a plateia e te surpreender positivamente. A câmera permaneceu em vocês para pegar a reação pós beijo e a sua cara de surpresa com felicidade tirou boas risadas do pessoal, inclusive de Zayn que te encarrava apaixonado.

- Você é maluco. - sua voz saiu entre risos. - Isso vai estar em todos os lugares.

- Pouco importa pra mim.

- Mas você odeia exposição.

- Comecei a aceitar por você.

- Zayn.. - você rebateu sem graça, sentindo borboletas no estômago.

- É sério. - o moreno segurou suas mãos. - Tô disposto a expor minha vida de novo ao público, com a única condição de ser exclusivamente ao seu lado.

- Não precisa fazer isso por mim.

- Não tô fazendo por você. - concluiu. Tô fazendo por nós. - foi inegável guardar o sorriso quando escutou. - E não se preocupe com a mídia.. o que a gente tem é impossível estragar.

- Tem certeza?

- Como nunca tive antes na vida. - o sorrisos apaixonantes que trocaram foi acompanhado por algumas pessoas que estavam ao redor, porém vocês se quer perceberam. A sensação que tinham era de que só existiam você e ele naquela arena.

- E.. aquilo que você disse antes de me beijar.. é verdade?

- Que eu te amo? - você assentiu com a bochecha rosada e olhos um pouco marejados. Malik riu fraco e te encarou olho no olho. - A mais pura verdade que existe nesse mundo. - a felicidade explodia dentro do seu peito mas você conteve a emoção revelando apenas com risos e sorrisos de orelha a orelha o que sentia.

- Pode me dar outro beijo?

- Não sei.. - fez uma cara de pensativo, cruzando os braços. - Eu me declarei e até agora não fui retribuído.. você me ama?

- Você sabe que sim.

- Quero te ouvir dizendo. - com vergonha você desviou o olhar e puxou ele para um abraço. Seu queixo encaixou na curva do pescoço do rapaz e logo seu olfato sentiu aquele aroma terapêutico e único, característico do moreno. Seus olhos se fecharam, aquela sensação boa do amor bateu na porta e o alívio veio com a sua boca abrindo pertinho do ouvido dele.

- Eu te amo, Zayn. - após ouvir Malik intensificou o abraço e quando os olhares voltaram a se encontrar ele te beijou, sem nem ligar para quem estivesse por perto. O amor que ele sentia por você era mais forte que qualquer insegurança ou receio dentro dele. Ele queria deixar claro que nada e nem ninguém impediria de te amar. - Te amo pra caralho..

Kiss Cam forma casal de estrelas!

escrito e publicado por: POPcornNews!

PARA TUDO! No último domingo a queridinha dos streamings S/N/C e o ex cantor da boyband One Direction Zayn Malik protagonizaram um momento pra lá de especial e polêmico - no ótimo sentido da palavra.

Os dois foram juntos assistir o jogo decisivo de basquete do New York Knicks e Brooklyn Nets no Madison Square Garden e quando menos esperavam tornaram-se alvo do ‘Kiss Cam’ durante o intervalo da partida, arrancado gritos intensos da arena.

Aparentemente tudo rolava como de costume em qualquer kiss cam, até o inesperado acontecer! Digo inesperado porque absolutamente ninguém esperava ver um beijo dos “amigos” em meios aos telões do local.

A iniciativa partiu de Zayn ao juntar os lábios com o da atriz de um jeito mega fofo e apaixonante. Foi cena de filme daqueles que a gente chora por não ser a protagonista. Além do beijão ao vivo a reação de S/N após a surpresa também foi pega pelas câmeras e causou memes para dar e vender. A atriz coadjuvante da série ‘Only Murders in the Building’ tem se destacado em sua personagem e aproveitou o bom momento da carreira para mostrar que além de ser uma excelente artista, consegue um beijão de um dos homens mais lindos do mundo, segundo ‘100 Most Handsome Men 2019’.

Obviamente o assunto foi parar no Twitter no minuto seguinte e entrou nos trending topics rapidamente, fazendo com que a internet entrasse em colapso.

Confira alguns comentários dos fãs após vídeos postados nas redes pelos próprios telespectadores da cena romântica.

@s/a_fanaticas: MEEEEEUUU DEEEEUSSSS 😱😱😱😱

@zquad-forever: Que sonho viver isso!!!!

@little-big-fan: o queeeeeee????? completamente em choque.. MAS QUE BEIJO LINDO!

@1d_irection: PUTAQUEMEPARIU QUEM PODERIA IMAGINAR??????

@nihstyles: 😍🥲😍🥲😍 PERFEITOS!

@only_s/n_in_the_building: chocada e com muita inveja (dos dois!!!)

@say-narry: O jeitinho que ele foi beijar ela 🥹

@cachinhos-de-harry: gente, que amoooor 🥰

Além do completo surto virtual, um grupo de fãs dos Knicks confessou ter visto o momento de declaração entre eles após o beijo, com direito a abraços e mais beijinhos! Dá pra imaginar que fofura?! E ainda tem mais, ao fim do jogo os dois foram visto abraçadinhos, sorridentes e claro, muito apaixonados!

Quem diria que uma simples Kiss Cam traria tantas revelações em uma única noite! Ah, e pela carinha do Zayn, o cantor nem ficou triste pela perda do seu time do coração, afinal ele ganhou um baita mulherão e um amor pra chamar de seu.

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queenkokoo · 1 year

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I screamed! (I’m also late but still)

#niall james horan #niall horan x y/n #niall horan x reader #zayn mailk #zayn malik x reader #harry styles x reader #harry styles x y/n #louis tomilson #louis tomlinson x reader #one direction #harry styles

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harrywavycurly · 1 year

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Hi Sarah so this is more so for my own personal enjoyment but also I know you’re a One Direction girlie so can I ask for some conversations between Eddie or Joe and you about them?🥹🥺💕💕

Hiiii babes!! It’s like you just knew I was just walking down One Direction memory lane😭 so for comedic purposes I went with Eddie so naturally just act like this is modern times😂 enjoy this babes and just know this kinda hurt because I miss them😩💖

*Eddie loves how deeply you love a British/Irish “boyband” even if he has no clue who is who*

“Wait so they used to have another member? Did he get kicked out?” “Kicked out? No he left.” “Was it the long haired one?” “That’s Harry. No the one who left is Zayn. You like his stuff remember?” “Uhhh so who’s the blonde one then?” “That’s Niall he’s the Irish one. It’s easy to remember the only Irish one is also the only blonde one.” “It’s not natural though right? His hair?” “Eddie…” “Right. That’s not important.”

“Damn they played football stadiums?” “Yeah they’re a massive band Eddie not just Metallica and Ozzy can fill stadiums.” “I never doubted their success sweetheart just kind of shocked. They don’t even play instruments.” “Niall plays the guitar.” “What do the rest do?” “What do you mean?” “If Niall is the guitarist then what do the other dudes do? Just dance around?” “Why are you saying it like that? Like singing and entertaining the crowd isn’t good enough? They have to play instruments as well?” “Uh…I just thought they were a band? So like one of them played the drums and the other the bass or some shit that’s all.” “They aren’t that type of band Edward.” “Don’t get upset sweetheart I’m sorry.”

“That’s Harry.” “Damn he is inked up.” “He got a tattoo on live television once. I thought it was going to be Niall but then again everyone knew Harry wouldn’t have let Niall do it since he’s afraid of needles and doesn’t have any tattoos.” “A tattoo on live television? Not gonna lie that’s kinda badass.” “He is actually a giant dork but yeah you can think he’s badass if you want.” “Wait he’s the one that has that song about watermelon right? Thats the same guy?” “Yes that’s Harry Styles.” “No fucking way is that the same guy.” “It is. I swear, he just cut his hair.” “I don’t believe you.” “Eddie look at his tattoos they are the same because he’s the same person. Harry from One Direction is Harry Styles.” “Holy shit.”

“Baby I love you with every fiber of my soul but can we please put something else on.” “No it’s One Direction’s Birthday.” “Their what?” “It’s the day they debuted as a band. It’s their birthday so we have to listen to their music all day it’s the rules.” “Can we at least put on that one album I like? The one with the song about staying up late?” “Made in the A.M? No that’s the last album Eddie we have to listen to it in order.” “Jesus how many did they make?” “There’s five albums in total.” “And what number album is this?” “Two, it’s Take Me Home.” “God it’s gonna be a long day.”

“So they got formed on a like competition show?” “Yes they got put together as a group because they weren’t doing too well individually.” “So who got picked first?” “What?” “Who like got picked for the group first? Isn’t that the one that normally is the front man?” “Uh well if you really must know it was Niall.” “The blonde one? Really?” “Does that shock you?” “No no he’s talented as hell I was just assuming it was like Harry or something.” “Nope it was good ole Niall James Horan.” “Good for him.”

“Who’s your favorite?” “What did you just ask me?” “I mean there were five of them so who did you like the most?” “You can’t ask me that.” “Why?” “That’s like picking a favorite child Eddie I can’t answer that.” “It was Harry right? You liked the long hair didn’t you?” “No…” “Liam?” “What? No.” “Oh it was Niall wasn’t it baby?” “Eddie…” “Oh yeah it was Niall.” “You’re so annoying.” “Is it the accent? The hair? The fact he plays guitar?” “I love them all.” “Whatever you say baby. Whatever you say.”

“Baby? Why are you crying?” “I fucking miss them.” “Miss who sweetheart?” “The boys.” “The boys?….oh princess why do you do this to yourself? You know watching old videos of them makes you sad.” “Because I miss seeing them together and I miss their jokes.” “Come here, it’s going to be okay. You’ll get to see them again.” “You think so? I don’t know anymore.” “Of course. I mean if anything it’ll be a nice money grab if they do a little reunion tour or something.” “Eddie…” “Sorry sorry. But yeah they might get together again. They looked like they had fun in the band.” “I just miss them.” “I know you do baby. It’s going to be okay. We get to see uh Neil? Is that his name? We get to see him next year on that one show you watch about singers.” “It’s Niall…” “damn I always fuck that up.” “Will you cuddle and watch funny One Direction moments videos with me for a little while?” “Sure baby but only for a bit then I’m cutting you off.”

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welovelouisandbucky · 2 years

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Masterlist of My Forgotten Best Friend

Mini Series

Story Aesthetic

Read this: this story contains lot of triggering stuff, the upcoming chapters are going to discuss some really sensitive topics. Read this if you're 16+ or if you're comfortable reading it I'll make sure to count down everything that could be triggering for someone so pls make sure to read trigger warning before you read the chapter, thank you:)

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Summary: Y/n's crazy love for art dragged her to the tattoo parlor in hopes of getting a tattoo, but instead of getting a tattoo, she got reunited with her old best friend Louis Tomlinson. A friend who disappeared one day and never came back. All the memories and feelings that she had kept locked up behind the doors came crashing down on her when she saw his face. She felt like time has stopped and the world is laughing at her for still feeling this way after 6 years and for who? The person who left her when she needed him the most and never even tried to contact her again, leaving her heartbroken and confused with so many questions. She almost fainted with all these overwhelming emotions yet she didn't, her pride would never let her live if she showed how weak she really is right now.

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Chapters

Prologue

Chapter one

Chapter two

Chapter three

Chapter fiour

Chapter five

(divider creds to the respectful owner)

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st-ev-ie · 2 years

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Being Harry’s best friend would include…pt. ii

| headcanon |

Please please comment I really appreciate feedback 🙏

female reader • grew up with Harry • latinabsf!

masterlist🪐

pt. i, pt. ii, pt. iii (tbd…)

Requests: open !

Please note this is all from MY imagination. Imagine the character as anyone you want. I picture someone that’s Hispanic but it’s up to you. The events are not correct at all.

Enjoy ! 🫶🏽

TW: bad eating habits if you squint, modest! Management, salmon cowbell, drinking, consumption of drugs (🍃)

During One Direction…

Photos of you and Harry being featured in the ‘Story of My Life’ MV

Sadly getting mobbed whenever you hung out with the boys

Helping zayn deal with the hate and biases against him

Simon reprimanding Harry for spending too much time with you

Midnight swims with H when he had a day off at his hotel on tour

Blackout drunk one night in the hotel with H

⬑ Assuming you and Harry did something but Niall showing a video of you guys sleeping separately after passing out

Brining empanadas and sweets from Colombian candy shops for the boys on tour

Harry begging for you to make him his favorite Hispanic dishes and desserts

After the band…

Helping H write his album in Jamaica

Forcing Harry to play volleyball with Mitch and Sarah at the beaches on Jamaica

Placing a bet with Harry on when Mitch and Sarah would get together (you obviously win)

Teaching Harry Spanish while high together (🍃)

H loving when you speak Spanish

Music/food festivals at least twice a week when in Jamaica

Late night swims >>>

Throwing him an album release part at Anne’s home for Harry Styles the album

Many…many appearances in the behind the album documentary if not in every minute

Live On Tour…

Reading with each other before he goes on stage

Having a crush on Kacey and H teasing you about it

Cooking with the Sarah’s !!

Guitar lessons with Adam

Forcing Harry to watch marvel when traveling in his tour bus

When one of the boys FaceTime him you end up stealing the phone to catch up

Wine and tea with Anne and Gemma 🫶🏽🫶🏽

Helping Harry feel comfortable in painting his nails for tour for the first time

Trying to get Harry to grow his hair out but him cutting it either way

Trying to be at most of his concerts when you weren’t working on cases

More cuddles !!!

Late night talking…during FaceTime

Drunk conversations >>

During his break on tour H takes care of you when you were overworked on a specific criminal case at work

⬑ H stocking your embarrassingly empty fridge - getting you to eat more than just a protein bar at work

Even after being stubborn about your eating habits he convinced you to have two meals and a snack every day

Friend dates at libraries

Showing H all the thirst traps of him and teasing him for it

Brushing up on your drum skills with Sarah when they were recording ‘Fine Line’

Helping Harry make decisions regarding his stalker

Having to run when he was held at knifepoint day of valentines

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pt. II ig?? Please comment anything 😭🫶🏽 I would appreciate it !! Part iii ?? Reblog and lmk !

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loversipod · 2 years

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Best friend Niall and y/n watching the stars together, y/n gets cold and niall give her his sweater

On a cold summer night with a clear sky, Niall and y/n decided to watch the shining stars. Niall laid a picnic blanket on the ground and his pillow. While y/n lay on his chest. He stare up just like y/n after a while, he noticed she's cold.

He give his warm, cozy sweatshirt to her, she pull it over her head and lay back down on Niall chest. "Better?" She look back in the sky, but Niall have his eyes on his beautiful best friend.

"Mhm, thank you."

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fallingforel · 11 months

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prompts.

hello my lovelies,

hope you are all enjoying Arabella so far, If you're new here welcome. If you're a Fan of the 1975 and arctic monkeys. Arabella is the perfect Fic for you the masterlist is here.

anywhooo, as I have said before I am working on publishing a dialogue prompt list. I will link it here as soon as it's posted.

so I hope you enjoy

heres the people I am willing to write for

-any Member of The 1975

-Any member of Arctic monkeys

-any member of One direction.

-any member of the vamps

so please feel free to request as always my inbox is always open and I'm always lurking around somewhere on here so feel free to send any questions or queries through

#adam hann #alex turner x reader #george daniel #matty healy #matty healy x reader #matty healy x you #alex turner x you #ross mcdonald #matty healy x y/n #alex turner x y/n #arctic monkeys #one direction #harry styles #louis tomlinson #niall horan #zayn mailk #liam payne

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onlyangle1 · 5 months

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HEY POOKIES!! i have finished the first chapter of the nialls sister story and it will be out at 4:00 GMT tonight!!!

#harry styles #harry styles x fem!reader #harry styles fake instagram #harry styles fluff #harry styles fic #niall horan x reader #niall horan #niall james horan #niall 1d #louis tomlinson x reader #louis tomlinson #louis tommo #liam payne x reader #liam payne #zayn mailk x reader #zayn malik #fluff #new fic #fake insta fic

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jqhotchner · 1 month

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midnight sky

it was love at first sight, there was no fighting it! and if getting married the night you met is crazy, they were insane!

zayn meets the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen, falls in love, and marries her the very first night they met.

face claim: brielle anyea

#zayn x black fem!reader #zayn x fem!reader #zayn zquad #zayn x reader #zayn imagine #zayn fanfic #zayn malik #zayn mailk #mind of mine #icarus falls #ot5 #zayn smut #nobody is listening #room under the stairs #what i am

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pracstyles · 2 years

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Ever heard of abortion?

Imagine - Y/N finds herself pregnant unexpectedly and now Harry and her marriage is on the test.

Warning - this series concludes the mention of abortion, angst, panic/anxiety attacks, mention of pregnancy

Part 2 will be out soon!

masterlist

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Fans screeching, screaming Harry's name, laughing at his jokes are the things she is used to by now. She knows how crazy people are for her husband. Y/N sits on the VIP booth, Jeff by her side as they both watch Harry performing Fine Line. It's one of her favorites, although the whole album is a beauty, that song steals away her heart every time she listens to it.

"When's this over again?" She raises a question through the loud music. Jeff glances at her, checking his wristwatch.

"Only thirty minutes left."

She's excited for it to end as well as upset. It's the final concert of his Europe tour, making her all bittersweet. With the tour going on, she had arranged some free time out of her schedule. Y/N is a well-known, infamously talented actress. While her manager whined at the idea of her going on a vacation unannounced for two months upright, she didn't falter to cancel all the movies she was offered, just to be with her husband.

Some would say they are still experiencing that honeymoon phase where the couples couldn't get enough of each other and are in ultimate love but that's partially the case for the Styles.

They had dated for three years before tying themselves together in this forever commitment. Now, it's been more than a year, both still going strong, their bands still decorating on their ring fingers like a daily reminder for them that they have each other to love dearly.

When the last chorus of Fine Line enters her ears, she smiles fondly, dreaming about how both of them would be free for a few more weeks before going back to her shootings, away from him.

"Here you go." Jeff handles her some chicken nuggets that were especially been served for them. Thanking, she takes the foil from him. The moment she looks down at the served snacks, her nose crinkled together in repulsion as the awful smell reaches her nose, devouring her mind into nausea.

She feels like puking her guts out. Quickly and almost throwing her packet on Jeff's lap, she makes a run towards the exit, going directly for any nearby washroom. It didn't take much time for the manager to comprehend what's about to happen when he too rise from his seat, following her.

Y/N opens the wooden door of a vacant bathroom, not caring for the world that Jeff has entered too in the ladies washroom. He's here to help, she thinks.

Crouching to the level of the toilet seat, she throws every food particle she had eaten before coming with Harry. She feels Jeff behind her, maintaining his distance and only letting his arm soothes her back to ease her.

"You alright?" He asks, worriedly the second she lifts her head. Y/N only nods, her head paining and back aching all of a sudden.

"Let's get you back. Harry would panic if he won't see your face there." Jeff walks out once making sure she is stable enough to stand up by herself.

Lazily, her legs drag her in front of the large mirror where she looks up to see her face. She has a distorted look on her face, her tummy burning into a sensational feeling, and her hair all disheveled.

Numerous voices inside are telling her that something is not right. But according to her consciousness, nothing is wrong. Before all this disaster, everything was going how it was deemed to be. She came here to support her husband, make him happy that his wife is here, smiling and happy. Healthy.

As long she puts her brain into intuition of what might have gone wrong, nothing comes into thinking. Was it something she ate early that led to this sickening condition? She can't grasp any of it.

Her eyes travel to a nearby dustbin, she can see the box is full of items, the garbage almost touching the lid. One thing that catches her vision is the surface of a clean sanitary pad thrown, it's one side fully tarnished making the inside cottony material spewing out.

Then it clicks her. It's been one month without her periods, without any reassurance from mother nature.

She's late on her periods.

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"What will we name our first kid, Harry?" She asked, staring at her naked fiancé roaming around the closet. He knew he's with her love who he had sex considerable times, so nakedness was something they were wholly okay with.

His cock bounced every time he crouched to the lowest cupboard and then stood up, continued his parade of finding his Gucci shirt. His favorite amber-colored shirt.

"Nice idea, lovie." He hummed, not taking any interest in what's she has been saying. Out of nowhere, he felt a stinging feeling on his hip followed by a peal of evil laughter. He turned around his hand rubbing his red hip.

"It hurts." He moaned, kicking Y/N’s ego more.

"I'd smack you again if you ignore me."

"Then it will turn into a hot make-out," Harry smirked. "Then, as I'm already naked, it wouldn't be a hustle for me to undress you and fuck you in our closet." His grin grew bigger.

"And because of all this, you'd forget to wear a condom, hence knocking me out."

Though it was more like a joke considering the comments made by him in the first place were snarky ones, his facial expression melted into a frown.

"What?"

"Anyways, I asked you what should we name our first baby, huh?" Still not acknowledging him, she babbled. "Maybe, if we use some ancient Greek names..."

"Hold on!" Harry finally broke out of his trance. "We discussed this, didn't we?"

"Discussed what?"

"That we wouldn't have a baby right now?"

"Oh. No, Harry. I'm talking about after marriage of course. We had waited this long, why not wait for a little more." She pecks his lips, making sure to stroke his erection before leaving him alone in the closet.

Quickly Harry followed her. "Yes but how fast do you want one after we marry?"

This question made her stop, turning around she eyed him. "Maybe after one year?"

"It's a little early, don't you think?"

"Early? What do you mean?"

"I mean we still have lots of exploring to do once we marry. Like traveling together and not to forget securing our careers first before trying for a baby. I don't think so that is possible to happen in one year."

"Oh." She flashed a small smile through the upset mood. "You're right."

Sensing her discomfort, he took her hands in his. "I'm not saying I don't want one but I'm not ready for our love to get shared and raising a baby in this busy schedule of ours could be a big thing. I think we should try for one when we both know we have achieved what we’ve always wished for.”

He was right back then, she had completely agreed making sure there was no tension between them that night. If he wasn't ready, then how could she be selfish enough to change his mind?

But, now gaping at the stick beneath her palms, the vicious smell of her pee reeking her nostrils, she could care less of it when two pink lines appear on the display screen, a word beside it, enough to shatter her world.

Pregnant

Y/N first made sure to use three other pregnancy sticks but now putting all the four in front of her she feels suffocated at the words written in each, announcing her own pregnancy in the hotel's big ensuite alone.

Her fingers tremble at the thought of him rejecting the baby. Y/N is an educated woman. She knows that the baby growing inside her is just a clamp of cells right now, barely has a heart, let alone a body. She feels this giddy feeling though, like a bond already been formed. But her marriage breaking in front of her flashes before eyes, she quickly dismisses the unravelling thoughts.

She is not feeling emotional at this moment, confusion would be a better word to describe what's she is going through. What if he declines the baby? What if he asks for the divorce? But also, what if he becomes the best father to the baby and leading their lives into a happy small family?

There are many what ifs. Some positive, making her believe that they will get past this. Some are negative, restraining her to go this exact moment and tell him.

She understands why Harry was little rationed for a baby. Their careers are hectic one and they always find themselves busy and travelling. A baby, however, needs full attention. They are still trying to maintain their married and professional lives, so a baby would add more difficulty at the task.

"Y/N, you good in there?" Harry's voice jerks her attention back. She quickly wraps the four used sticks in a newspaper, throwing the package in the dustbin.

"Yes, Harry. Be back in few minutes, love!" Y/N makes sure to keep her voice uptight, the usual one so that Harry wouldn't doubt.

"Alright then." He pauses and then continues. "Jeff told me that you vomited earlier. Are you alright? Do you need to visit a doctor?"

Pacing back and forth, she hesitates before shouting back an answer. "I'm fine, babe. It was probably because of the junk we ate before. Nothing to worry about."

"If you say so." She hears him mumble, later his footsteps backing to the bedroom.

She let out a huge sigh. She's fucked up and she quite knows it. All together, she acknowledges that soon she has to consult a doctor for the baby. The nausea that had hit her earlier was the first one, followed by backpains and headache. She can tell it's the early stage of the pregnancy.

For the ten minutes, she tries calming herself down, breathing heavily in and out. She doesn't want to cry, not knowing the consequences of the future. Crying will make the situation more worse.

With a final nod to herself, she walks out of the door with heavy feet. Every step she takes, she gets a reminder of her husband and her unborn child happy together while she looks at them afar, lovingly. Her small happy family.

As Harry lays on the bed, seeing tonight's photographs of the concert, he hears the bathroom door being closed. The fragrance of her shampoo comes through his nose, he inhales it softly. Y/N's is like a new fresh air of love to him, every sniff of it and he finds himself needy of her again and again.

"You looked beautiful tonight, love." He says aloud, sensing her body behind. "Not that you don't look beautiful every fucking day." A goofy smile comes on his pink lips as he turns around to see her.

She looks at him, slowly becoming pale. Her mind instantly backed up, declining her decision of telling the little secret. He looks so happy, way too happy to get his mood dampened.

"Oh my god, lovie, are you alright? Is it happening again? I'm calling the doctor." His panic voice fills the room as he reaches to pick up his phone from the bed.

If he is so concerned about her ill self, then he will surely be the same when she tells her about the pregnancy. She watches his thumb about to hover over the call button, she takes a long breath before spitting out the words.

"We gonna have a baby!" Her voice wavers at the end as Harry's face dropped into a frown. He looks at you, indicating her to repeat.

"Pardon?"

"I am pregnant." The phone in his hand drops on the floor with a thud and suddenly Y/N is surrounded by the thick air of her own insecurities.

“ARE YOU KIDDING ME?” And the hell break loose.

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I Take Care Off You - with Zayn Malik

Situação: marido!Zayn Malik x Leitora

Contagem de palavras: 1488

Pedido: faz um com o zayn que ela está grávida e ele é muito carinhoso e cozinha pra eles pf amo sua escrita

N/A: pedido tá curtinho mas muito fofo e feito de coração. espero que tenha atingido suas expectativas e que você goste, meu bem. fico esperando seu feedback. muito feliz que gosta do meu trabalho por aqui 💗

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- S/A! Corre aqui! - pelo desespero de Zayn ecoado do quartinho de bagunça no sótão parecia que ele havia se machucado enquanto vasculhava pelas tralhas que deixávamos por lá. Logo que escutei seu - aparentemente- grito me levantei depressa do sofá e subi as escadas o mais rápido que pude, mesmo que fosse difícil ser ágil naquele momento. - Na verdade, não precisa correr. Vem com calma!

- Você está bem? - perguntei assim que alcancei o último andar, um pouco ofegante. E ao que tudo indicava ele estava bem, super bem na verdade, enfiado entre as coisas antigas guardadas no cubículo.

- Claro que estou bem.

- Você gritou, amor.

- Eu estava emocionado.

- Pelo o quê?

- Isso! - de forma rápida e muito animada ele mostrou uma pelúcia um pouco velha eu diria, a qual nunca havia visto em casa.

- O que é isso? - questionei entre risadas.

- Um coelhinho.

- Da onde veio esse coelhinho?

- É meu. - franzi o cenho

- Seu? Desde quando?

- Desde que eu nasci. - respondeu feliz. - Era meu bichinho preferido quando criança. Ganhei do meu pai logo que nasci. - quando a explicação veio eu compreendi quase que de maneira instantânea o que ele faria com o brinquedo fofo.

- Já até sei o que você vai fazer com ele.

- Sabe mesmo?

- Claro. - minha convicção venceu qualquer argumento que ele entregaria. - Vai dar para o nosso bebê.

- Sou tão previsível assim?

- Essa foi meio óbvio né. - soltei uma risadinha e ele sorriu tímido.

- Será que ele.. ou ela vai gostar?

- Claro. Todo mundo gosta de bichinho de pelúcia. - o moreno mostrou um sorriso satisfeito e ansioso e logo levantou-se do chão, caminhando até mim, no início da escada.

- Se você quiser pode ficar com meu bichinho até nosso neném nascer. - disse ao me abraçar e selar meus lábios lenta e romanticamente.

- Depois que você lavar ele, pode ser que eu aceite.

- Lavar? Por que? Ele está limpinho.

- Tá todo empoeirado, amor. - para se certificar do que disse Zayn cheirou o coelhinho e logo coçou o nariz, sendo nítido a quantidade de poeira que ele inalou.

- OK, talvez esteja um pouquinho empoeirado. - comentou antes de espirar e eu ri.

- Vem, vamos levar para a lavanderia e voltar a maratonar a série. - juntei minha mão direita com a dele e descemos a escada até a sala. Zayn deixou a pelúcia em cima da máquina de lavar e veio me fazer companhia no sofá, onde permanecemos boas horas vidrados na tevê.

- Ei, ei, ei, o que está fazendo?

- Me levantando do sofá. - minha resposta entre risadas soou óbiva após o pequeno susto que Zayn me deu com sua preocupação exagerada, fazendo com que eu permanecesse estátua por alguns segundos, encarando-o sem entender o porquê da pergunta.

- Pra quê?

- Pegar algo para comer. Estou com fome.

- Não, não! Fique sentadinha bem aí. - ligeiramente rápido ele levantou. - Eu pego pra você. - disse mostrando seu sorrisinho fofo. Extremamente fofo na verdade. Meu coração derreteu.

- Amor..

- Nanananão. Tá tudo bem. Eu vou. - mesmo que eu estivesse pronta para me erguer, Malik não deixou sequer me mexer e usou sua rapidez como vantagem para ser ele a pessoa responsável pela minha comida. Ultimamente estou demorando cinco vezes mais para fazer uma simples atividade como andar, correr e até mesmo me levantar. Afinal, não ter muita agilidade quando está com uma barriga gigantesca, carregando um ser humaninho de oito meses é algo comum. Pelo menos foi o que me disseram. - O que você quer comer? - o grito veio da cozinha e eu apenas neguei com a cabeça, soltando um riso falho.

- Eu iria decidir quando olhasse o que tem no armário.

- Aqui tem chocolate, pão, cereal, torrada integral, batata chips, bolinho, macarrão…

- É sério que você está me falando o que você está vendo? - o moreno se assutou quando escutou minha voz mais perto dessa vez e virou de forma instantêna para a entrada do cômodo, que era onde eu estava.

- Por que você levantou, S/N? Disse para você ficar no sofá. - sua leve irritação era visível, porém não parecia estar bravo. E confesso que fiquei bem confusa ao ver aquela cena. - Não é para fazer esforço, caramba.

- Zayn, eu estou grávida, não morta. - retruquei entre risadas.

- Você está no final da gravidez. E de acordo com o livro que estou lendo, essa é uma fase importante e que se deve tomar muito cuidado. - após sua fala eu gostaria de não ter dado o tal livro para ele quando descobri que seríamos uma família. Não achei que Zayn realmente levaria à risca tudo o que está escrito nas duzentas página de ‘Minha Esposa Está Grávida, E Agora?’

- Você está me tratando como se eu estivesse impossibilitada há seis meses. - o rapaz por alguns segundos ficou sem resposta. - Eu estou mais lenta, porém ainda consigo fazer minha própria comida.

- O que que custa eu fazer para você? - fiquei em silêncio. Não sabia como respondê-lo dessa vez. Realmente não custava nada. - Pois é! - o moreno parecia ter lido meu pensamento e eu soltei uma risada sem graça. Talvez ele tenha razão.

- Eu estou me sentindo uma inútil com você fazendo tudo para mim.

- Só estou cuidando de você, e do nosso filhinho, meu bem. - Zayn acariciou minha barriga e sorriu em direção a ela. - Ou filhinha, é claro. - o modo como ele contornou a situação foi de fato engraçado. Nós optamos por saber o sexo somente na hora do parto, então sempre havia correções quando nos dirigíamos ao neném.

- Você não vai deixar mesmo eu preparar pelo menos um sanduíche?

- Não. - respondeu convicto e eu bufei. - E eu vou preparar algo muito melhor que um mero sanduíche. - novamente neguei com a cabeça e ri de seu comentário, menosprezando o meu lanche. Depois que engravidei Zayn se tornou a pessoa mais cuidadosa e paranóica do universo, mas por outro lado ele descobriu alguns dons realmente divinos, sendo a cozinha um deles. E devo admitir que as comidas são muito boas.

Após ser praticamente expulsa da cozinha, voltei ao sofá e continuei assistindo o seriado viciante da vez até ser interrompida pela bandeja com uma bela macarronada à carbonara. Servida em um prato da louça de casamento da minha mãe, ou seja extremamente cara e puxada em uma pegada retrô, deixou aparência da comida ainda melhor. Sem contar que o cheiro estava fantástico.

- Caramba! Você se superou dessa vez. - Zayn sorriu orgulhoso de seu trabalho e sentou ao meu lado com a bandeja em suas pernas, pois minha barriga não deixava a mesma ficar apoiada no lugar que deveria. - Eu estou com fome, mas não tanta ao ponto de comer tudo o que você colocou aí. - soltei uma risadinha. De fato ele tinha exagerado na quantidade.

- É para dividirmos. - explicou. - Não queria sujar outro prato. - nós rimos.

- Tá mas.. você vai me dar comida na boca? - o moreno apenas ergueu as sobrancelhas e assentiu com a cabeça, dando um sorrisinho tímido. - Eu posso usar as mãos, amor. Graças a Deus nada me impede.

- Mas eu não posso usar o fato de você carregar nosso filho como uma desculpa para te mimar? - a carinha de inocente juntamente com a pergunta derreteram meu coração e eu não resisti àquela cena envolvendo um contexto mais amplo.

- Você está fazendo literalmente tudo para mim só para me agradar?

- Eu realmente gostei de te mimar.. - respondeu com a voz mais para dentro, envergonhado. Novamente eu me apaixonei. Casar com essa homem foi a minha melhor escolha na vida.

- Ai meu Deus! Desse jeito vou ficar desacostumada quando ela nascer.

- Ela? - no instante que escutei seu questionamento confuso encarei meu marido com os olhos arregalados, completamente atônita pois havia esquecido que ele não sabia que eu sabia o sexo do nosso bebê.

- Quem? - tentei usar a atuação ao meu favor ao me fazer de boba, mas Zayn já havia sacado tudo.

- Parou, né? Não seja fingida! - ele riu e logo acompanhei. Sou péssima com mentiras. - Você viu o sexo?

- A ansiedade estava me mantado, bae.. - respondi baixinho. - E sem querer eu vi o último ultrassom.

- Sem querer?

- OK, talvez eu tenha pego por acaso e dei uma olhadinha. Mas em minha defesa foi literalmente quatro dias atrás. - justifiquei-me para a bronca ser mais leve, contudo para minha surpresa a discussão não veio. Zayn estava emocionado e sorrindo feito bobo. Os olhos castanhos marejados e os lábios comprimidos a fim de prender o choro que estava por vir me aqueceu por dentro e como meus hormônios estavam uma bagunça só, bastou três segundos daquela cena para eu me emocionar e soltar uma risada de mistura de felicidade com nervosismo.

- Tem uma menininha aí dentro?

- Uhum.. - respondi chorosa e Malik apenas riu, extasiado. Ele tentou mas não segurou o mix de sentimentos que o invadiu por inteiro em frações de segundos. A única coisa que ele conseguiu foi me puxar para um abraço apertado e me encher de beijos, demonstrando toda a sua alegria e emoção com o gesto caloroso.

- Parece que vou ter que mimar outra pessoa nessa casa.

- Essa criança vai ser a personificação da “filhinha do papai”.

- Pode ter certeza! - sua fala saiu de modo tão feliz que foi capaz de me contagiar. - E vai ser a mais amada também. - eu sorri, extremamente apaixonada pelo meu marido incrível e pelo pai maravilhoso e carinhoso que nossa filha vai conhecer. - Obrigado por isso.

- Por ter te contado?

- Não. - Zayn riu fraco. - Por ter me dado o melhor presente do universo.

- E qual é?

- Uma família para chamar de minha.

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POPCULTURE Zayn Malik and Y/N L/N spotted together at LAX airport today

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zaynfan5 wtf is going on

y/nfan2 ARE THEY TOGETHER!!?!

zaynfan11 I hope so

zaynfan1 this was not on my 2022 bingo card

zigishipper am i the only 1 who misses Gigi?

zaynfan12 yes

y/nfan if she’s happy im happy ❤️

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Y/nNews Y/n waving to fans outside the venue earlier today

y/nfan2 I’m so excited!

y/nfan I talked to her!

y/nfan12 omg ur so lucky

y/n95 im so jealous!! 😭

y/nfan2 I love her 😍

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ZaynNews Zayn taking photos with fans outside of @Y/nL/n concert tonight

zaynfan4 why is he at Y/n’s concert?

y/nfan I think Zayn and Y/n are dating guys….

zaynfan12 maybe just friends who travel and support each other

y/nfan9 gurl u know damn well it’s not friendship

zaynfan12 ik 😔

y/nfan8 I hope they’re together

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Y/nL/n thx to everyone who came out last night! It was wonderful to hear your beautiful voices. Now on to the next stop of tour!

y/nfan8 ahh! I’m so excited!

y/n1 you did so good last night!

y/nfan5 omg Zayn liked this!

zaynfan7 why did Zayn like this?

Zayn 🤍

Y/nL/n 🖤

zaynfan12 wtf is going on!?!

y/nfan83 so confused

zaynfan74 gurl we all confused don’t worry

zaynfan92 can’t blame him she’s so hot

•Face claim is Jade Thirwall of Little Mix

•also no hate to Gigi but I had to pick her or Perrie

#zayn mailk #zayn malik x reader #one direction #fake instagram #instagram #louis tomlinson #harry styles x y/n

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I didn’t know I needed Eddie talking about One Direction but now it’s like taken over my brain😂🤯 can I ask for him and arguing about them😂❤️

Hiii lovey!! Right? It’s like the idea of educating Eddie about One Direction is now my new fave thing to think about😂💖

*lets argue with Eddie about One Direction shall we?*

“You did not just say that.” “What? They are a band?” “Baby they are a boyband.” “So?” “They can’t be the best band ever if they are just a boyband.” “Just a boyband? Just a fucking boyband? Your lord and savior Ozzy Osbourne himself admitted he likes One Direction.” “He…what? When did he say that?” “Now say sorry you asshole.” “I’m sorry. But they still aren’t the best band ever…” “your taste in music has always been questionable.” “You wound me sweetheart.”

“Did you just change the station?” “Uh..yeah? I can’t stand that song.” “It was Perfect by One Direction you can’t just change the station.” “I’m getting the feeling you’re upset.” “You’d be correct. Now change it back please.” “But baby you know I don’t like that song.” “How many times have I sat in this very van and listened to Metallica with you even though they aren’t my favorite?” “Uh a lot…” “exactly so you can survive two minutes of a One Direction song for me.” “I’m not singing it.” “I appreciate that.” “Wait what? You don’t like my singing?” “Shhh you’re missing the best part.”

“No fucking way baby absolutely no way.” “Yes Eddie I swear.” “Ronnie Wood? The guitarist from The Rolling Stones?” “Yes they performed with him on a show once. It was really cool.” “Show me.” “You really don’t believe me do you?” “I just need to see it for myself is all sweetheart.” “I will gladly show you, they performed one of my favorite songs.” “You say that about all their songs…” “Says the man who can’t even come up with his top ten favorite Metallica songs.” “I mean they just have so many good songs.” “exactly…”

“Say one more thing about them and I’ll throw this book at the back of your head Munson.” “Why do you get so violent when we talk about that boy band baby?” “Stop calling them that boy band and just call them One Direction.” “My apologies sweetheart, why do you get so violent about One Direction?” “Because someone has to defend their honor when people like you talk shit about their talent.” “I wasn’t talking shit baby I was just saying their songs are just like…pop and not rock.” “So what? Their songs are amazing and I love them.” “They just aren’t my thing.” “That’s fine but keep it to yourself or I’ll kick your ass you understand?” “Jesus they should hire you as a bodyguard if they ever get back together.” “If?” “Oh god I meant when. I meant when! baby please put the book down.”

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