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The song was on a repeat all morning and everytime I heard it, it felt I’m listening to it for the first time. 

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ON A miserably grey day in Caledonian Road, north London, large groups of teenage girls sit huddled on the pavement outside a brick-built warehouse.

Elise, a student from Krakow, is carrying a fake Chanel clutch. She believes this accessory may attract the attention of Harry Styles, 21, who arrived 11 minutes earlier in one of two black Range Rovers and entered the building, along with Liam Payne, 22, Niall Horan, 22, and Louis Tomlinson, 23. In other words: One Direction.

Elise and the rest of the fans will wait another eight hours for one more glimpse of the band as they exit the building. Nobody appears to be mourning the late-departed Zayn Malik, 22, who quit the band in March, claiming he wanted a “normal” life. “Zayn never happy,” shrugs Elise. “Now he gone.” They take selfies, note number plates, talk to drivers, send endless texts. Within hours, their number has trebled.

This is life for One Direction. They have millions in the bank (last year the band collectively earned £202,000 a day), travel in private jets and limos and own property portfolios. But they can’t step outside without hordes of fans following them. They have 24/7 security and are as familiar with travelling inside the boot of a car as they are on the white leather seats of a Learjet.

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#4 Stuck With Me (Niall Horan One Shot)

WARNING - SMUT

Another request from some lovely anonymous person. I hope you like it. Let me know. 

Also, I got a few requests to write a second part of Ask Me Out. I did plan it as an one shot so, I don’t know what to do but, if I can make something good out of it, I’ll upload a part 2. Read it, if you guys haven’t yet. 

Word Count : 1,434

Niall Horan One Shot: Summary - It’s not fair to be mad at things one doesn’t have a control on. But hey, that’s a personal opinion. 

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“You do realize you’re kinda stuck with me, today?” I whispered, sitting right next to him on the couch, facing him, my body touching him. I cuddled my head between his neck and shoulders, and placed a kiss there. Nothing. He didn’t even look at me. He was stuck to the game he was playing since the last two hours. FIFA. Taking all the attention from me, this game. Now, I don’t know if you know this but, I am not one to give up. I got myself comfortable next to him with my legs across his lap and opening my ponytail so, that my long wavy hair could make me look prettier. No response. Time to step this up.

I removed my top leaving me in a very sexy bra bought by Sir, himself. I moved my body closer to him, my boobs touching his arm not causing any restriction in movement. I didn’t want him to get annoyed and walk away. I started kissing his neck, leaving sloppy kisses all over and then going in for a love bite. He loved those. I kissed his cheek, his jaw, his forehead, lips were kinda outta reach. Nothing…yet.

I took off my pants leaving me in a matching thong and, stretched out on the couch beside him, with my legs across his lap. I kept watching his game but now, I knew his eyes were on me. He loved this set. Loving lingerie in general, he called it, me being wrapped in present just for him to open. I knew, he was rethinking his decision of ignoring me. I frankly, looked too sexy to be kept hands off from, especially when he full permission. But, he did. He was hard to crack.

I shook my body a bit, acting to get a little comfortable on the couch, jiggling my boobs, arching my back. His eyes were on me, mine on the screen. After a while, I started touching myself. I played with my boobs for a while, over my bra of course, and then, went down to pussy. He was getting red, feeling him shift in his seat he even cleared his throat. I spread my legs a bit, and rubbed my clit. I was moaning, kinda exaggerating but, it was working. He was losing his game and then, angrily shut it off. I didn’t stop touching myself. Slipping a finger in and arching my back, I was having too much fun.

“You fucking tease,” He shifted, getting in between my legs and picking me up. He held my waist so tight and he placed me in his lap, pulling me to his chest.

“What did I do…” I asked, innocently.

“Really,” He raised his eyebrows. “You know what you did. Leave this  out, you’ll get punished but, I’m not talking about this.”

“I really don’t know…” I cuddled into his neck.

He pulled my head by my hair. Harsh. “You were talking to Stan.”

“So?” I frowned, getting his hand off my head.

“So, I thought we discussed you’re not going to talk to him.”

“The discussion was you saying, I don’t talk to him. I decide who I talk to and who I don’t,” I said, getting off his lap. “Is this the reason you’re giving me the silent treatment?” I questioned.

“We decided you won’t talk to him,” He looked at me, his eyes full of anger.

“Oh god.” I stomped off to the bedroom.

“Where are you going?” He bellowed. I got in and wore his T-shirt, getting in bed. This day was ruined. “I’m talking to you.”

“Maybe if you stop being a dickhead, you can think a little clearly. But no, you’ll ignore me and then, scream and now, stand there running your hands through that blond hair.”

“He wants you.”

“Yeah sure.”

“I’m a guy. I know the look. He wants you.”

“He’s the son of my mother’s best friend. I practically grew up with him. If he wanted me, he would make his move. And I wouldn’t take it because I’m taken. Do you even trust me?” I said sitting up on my knees.

“It’s not about trusting you,” He shook out his T shirt and climbed in bed. “I don’t want someone stealing you away,” He said holding my face in his palms. He placed a chaste kiss on my lips, pulling me under the blackest, keeping one hand behind my head, laying me down on the cushion. “I’m very insecure,” He said getting on top of me as I spread my legs. “He knows you well, and even if you guys don’t have an awesome history, things can always get well and you can realise how much of an unworthy bastard, I am.” He said kissing my lips, again.

“You’re not unworthy or a bastard. You’re my choice and are pretty classy.”

He laughed into my neck, leaving kisses all over. “I’m sorry. I know it’s wrong. I’m just very protective of you, baby.”

I combed my hand through his hair and pulled him down to kiss me. We played along for some time, his tongue slipping in to play with mine. Basics were just awesome. I could feel myself getting wet and him hard as his dick was rubbing over my pussy. “You don’t have to worry about him. I love you. I’m with you. A 100 percent. Do I make you feel like that?” He shook his head. “I’m not going anywhere until you get sick of me and want me to go.”

“I will never want you to go.”

“Well that’s clear then,” I giggled.

“You’re a fucking tease though…” he said pulling my t-shirt off and marking me. “Sitting beside me, naked and touching yourself, while you know, only I’m supposed to do that.” I moaned out loud. “So fucking beautiful,” he said, admiring my body. He pulled my bra off and my thong and kissed all over my body. “And, all mine…” He mumbled going down on me. His fingers entered me, two at once, “You’re so wet, who made you this wet, baby?”

“You…oh my…you, Niall, you…” I was a moaning mess. He kept licking my click, his fingers going at full speed. Only he knew how I liked it, and knew how to put me on the edge as fast as possible.

“I can feel you clenching on my fingers baby, no cumming without me inside off you…” He said his smirk out on display. He pulled his fingers out, leaving me on the edge and kissed my lips.

I pushed him down and climbed on top of him, getting his boxers off and his dick in my mouth. It felt like we were rushing even, when we had the whole day but, that was just him and I. I bobbed my head, trying to get the entire thing in my mouth. He was just so big and thick, I remember being scared the first time we had sex. “Just like that baby…you’re so good at this!” He moaned, thrusting his hips a bit. “Stop, stop, need to get in…you…”

He sat up and I climbed on top, his dick slipping inside me and filling me up. I fell into his chest and pulled him close. He was so big. I could feel him stretching me out. “Yeah baby, slowly…” he said, picking up my hips and then, pulling him down. I held his face in my palms, my lips against his, whimpering as we increased speed. I kept bouncing on him and he kept meeting me, hard that my entire body shook and he had to hold me tight so, that I didn’t collapse.

Kissing my lips, tongues fighting for dominance now, he climbed on top ,both my legs on his shoulders as he drilled in faster, hitting that one stop that made me scream his name, out loud. “NIALL!…Niall, Niall, Niall…” I repeated it with every thrust.

“I love you so much!” He said, getting in between my legs and kissing me hard, his thrusts not stopping for a second but, slowing down as we were close. “Going to come, my love? Can feel you clench my dear, fuck, so good.” He whispered as, I let go, not being able to control it. He wasn’t far behind as he filled me up and gave me the most intense kiss of the day.

He pulled me under the sheets, still inside on me and cuddled me in his arms. “We should clean up,” I said, exhausted.

“Hmm…” He said, shutting his eyes and pulling me closer.

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Fans didn’t then, and don’t now, idolize Harry, Louis, Liam, and Niall for the idea or hope of being their next muse, one night stand, or the partner they end up with. Fans idolize them because for a lot of fans, One Direction became more than a band – the idea of One Direction meant friendship, a sense of belonging, a safe haven, and most importantly; a place to call home.

Sexualization, Generalization and the Agony of One Direction Interviews (via hariboforharry)

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#1 -  Life Of The Party (Harry Styles One Shot)

Music Inspiration : Life Of The Party - Shawn Mendes

Words: 1,851 

Harry Styles One Shot : Summary - Explanations of a past mistake which requires an apology. 

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“You know…I don’t understand this. I’m going to leave, see you later,” I picked up all my books and walked out of the library. I couldn’t take it anymore. Mitchell’s want of wanting to be better than everybody else and then, flirting with me wasn’t an ideal atmosphere to study in. Not that I had any other options, I was stuck with them for a long time, changing study groups has never been a good idea.

“Can I get the chicken roll, please?” I asked the cafe owner.

“Sure Harry, what would you like to drink with it?” He asked. He was the kindest man at this place. He had this want of feeding people, taking care of them, like a mother.

“Isn’t it too late? I thought asking for a roll was too much…” I shook my head. I didn’t want to be trouble.

“Oh nonsense, what do you like? You like chamomile tea, right?” I nodded. “It’s coming right up.”

I smiled, I couldn’t be more thankful, this is the only place I can expect a good meal. I walked to my usual seat and kept my satchel on the table. Scrolling down my Facebook page, which honestly never made me happy; I mean, I saw my ex-girlfriend with her new boyfriend kissing, my sister uploading more cat photos at home where as I was sitting miles away, my college friends partying last night while I was studying diligently to get the Oscar internship. I just shook my head smiling and kept my phone away, tapping on the desk.

“Could you heat this up, again? I slept off…I’m sorry,” I heard a voice apologizing to the server, Mac, I think.

“No worries, you’re working too hard, why don’t you go home, sleep and then, study?” He asked.

“No, No, I’m fine…have to finish this before I leave. You close in thirty minutes, right? I should be done by…” her voice was so tense and still, so polite.

“Love, it’s okay, take your time, I have the kitchen to clear too, I’ll get this heated,” Mac replied.

She muttered a thank you as he walked away, and I could see her better. It was Rhea, oh my, I tried hiding my head. It was stupid, I was in her direct sight and, changing seats would have been too obvious. She looked up…she recognized me, shit. She gave me a little smile. My eyes met her as she raised her small hand up, to say hi and I looked away, pretending to look at the kitchen. When I turned my head, her head was down, shoulders slumped. I didn’t want to be rude; I don’t have it in me to face her.

“Here’s your food, Harry,” Mac broke the awkward moment and kept my order in front of me. “Anything else? We are closing the kitchen…”

“No, thank you, this…this is enough…” I smiled. He nodded and walked towards Rhea to give her food.

“Please eat it, this time,” He chuckled and walked away. I couldn’t help looking at her again. Blaming it on my seat choice, I saw her taking small bites while she finished her work. Her cheeks were deep red, she didn’t look up once. I finished my food and quickly went to the cashier to pay. I saw her walking out the door quietly, thanking the owner, and not giving me another look.

I thanked him too and walked out into the cold. I had to follow her. Our dorms were in the same building, on the same floor too. She hugged herself close, it was very cold. She had a very nice figure, why didn’t I notice this earlier? God, I’m an idiot. I should talk to her, maybe apologize. I didn’t mean to do it, it wasn’t my fault. Things peer pressure can make you do.

“Hey listen!” I called out to her. Seeing her stopping, I ran up to her. Her eyes met mine, and I couldn’t feel worse. They were wet, her nose a little red. Please tell me, I didn’t cause this. She tucked a flick behind her ear and waited. Oh. “Umm, I was wondering if we could, umm…walk together…it’s late and well, umm…we have the same place to go too.”

She shrugged her shoulders and I took that as a yes. “I wanted to congratulate you! I heard you won the cooking championship.”

“I didn’t actually,” She replied. Oh-oh. “I won the Karate Championship.”

“You know Karate?!” She just raised her eyebrows. Was she always this pretty? Yes, of course she won it, Harry! “Well, sorry, congratulations!”

“Thanks.”

“How have you been?” I asked again.

She shrugged her shoulders again. “I don’t see you around lately,” What? “I meant, like…you used to be quite enthusiastic right…I meant, like in doing stuff! I don’t see you anymore…”

“Does it matter?” she asked.

“Doesn’t it matter to you?”

“Certain somebody kinda crushed it.”

“Oh, well, don’t let some douche bag define what you do or don’t do.

“Really?” She stopped in her tracks and faced me. “Coming from a guy who does everything according to his friends, you’re one to speak.”

I was questing my decision of calling her, now. “Well, you ar-aren’t me.” She started walking again.

“Hey stop. Look, I wanted to apologize…”

“Go on.”

“What?”

“Apologize.”

“I didn’t mean to do it. It was just this phase, you know. Where you want to be liked! I hadn’t ever had to work this hard for people to like me. I was completely out of my zone, here!” I tried, explaining. I’m not positive about this. “And, there you were, and then, my friends asked me to, and, they didn’t like you. You don’t care what people say. You do what you say and whatever you did – they didn’t like it. I was stupid. I’m not with them, anymore. I realise my mistake.”

She started walking faster. “Hey, please wait,” I pulled her arm and made her stand in front of me. She was crying now, tears rolling down her cheeks, her lips pouting a bit. “I’m sorry. Look but, you’re different. You are something else. You are not ordinary like all these other idiots. You stand out, unapologetic for who you are, don’t let these people keep you down. Let me keep you down.”

She kept her head down. “ I know, I’m late, I should’ve come faster, to be honest, I’ve always been a little slow…”

She let out a giggle, and wiped her eyes.

“C’mon. I still remember you dancing at the fresher’s party,” I smiled at the memory.

“It was a horrible party.” She laughed.

“You were the only reason people started dancing. Life of the party, you are.” I picked her chin up. “Don’t let people like me, pop a bubble like you.”

“A bubble?” She frowned.

“Yeah, cause you’re bubbly.”

“Okay.”

We started walking again. I was waiting for her respond to my apology. We climbed up the stairs and walked towards our rooms.

“So do you?” I asked, before she could enter her room.

“Huh?”

“Forgive me? Do you?”

“I kind of forgave you a long back actually.”

I frowned at that. What I did was… She cut me. “I mean, you won’t realise the amount date requests I’ve received since then. I still get letters because, they heard me saying I like them.”

“Yeah but…”

“I know, I know, something about a seeing a girls boob which drives them crazy.”

“Don’t remind me.”

“Really, I thought they’re quite nice. I have had poems written on them. Do you want to see?” She frowned and then, led me inside her room.

“I don’t want to see the poem. And as nice as they are, they should’ve never been seen by people, especially the way I…”

“Yeah, I know. Can’t keep crying about it! I get occasional slut calls too, which is quite strange cause you’ve been the only guy I’ve kissed and that too, wasn’t exactly an ideal first kiss…”

“I was your first kiss!” I stared at her. I couldn’t feel worse about this.

“Yeah, exactly, kinda makes you question the entire idea if girls can actually stand together if they keep using these terminologies which were basically made to degrade women.”

“I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have. God, I’m so sorry.” I sat down on her bed, head down in shame. What did I do!

“Well, I’m over it. So, you’re forgiven, whatever.”

“I can’t reverse it back, can I?” I looked up at her.

“Gosh, are you crying?” She sat down beside me. “Don’t cry, it’s alright, I guess, everybody needs an awaken-er in their life. That was mine. And isn’t this supposed to be the time to make the best mistakes. I was a little too enthusiastic. It doesn’t work that way…”

“No no! That’s it right! You should not be sorry for all of this, for being you. You’re an inspiration, to me at least. You’ve taken the shot, despite it being scary. Remember when you spilled pasta of Mitchell because she was being mean to that guy, umm…Ronald. I knew that wasn’t a slip! That was intentional. You’re not meant to be caged by the rules of this fucking society we are part of! You’re free!” I explained. I think I shouted a bit. “I’m so sorry!” I hugged her. I had to, I had ruined so much for her. I cried into her neck, for the first time not being afraid of breaking down in front of someone. This was her effect on people, her aura was so safe.

“It’s alright,” she combed her fingers through my hair. “I’m alright now. I’m glad you realise your mistake. I’m glad you’re away from those peeps now.”

“Please tell me this won’t cage you, I can’t take the blame…” I muttered keeping my head between her neck and shoulder.

“It won’t. You healed me a lot today.”

“Sorry…”

“Shh…it’s okay. Are you alright?” She asked, pulling my hair.

“Hmm…” I pulled away and wiped my face.

“Good,” She smiled.

“I’m sorry, I stole your first kiss too…”

“It’s okay, it was from a guy I quite fancied so, I’m alright. I’ll make the second one better,” She giggled.

“If it helps, I fancied you too, although, I don’t think I’d be able to describe your boobs in a poem.”

She laughed. At least, her laugh was the same.

“You know, because they’re indescribable,” She raised her eyebrows again. “Maybe, you’re lips…”

“Well, if you do…write a poem about any of my body parts, you’ll have to wait in a line. They’re a lot of letters in front of you.”

“Shit!” I banged my head against my hand. “Hmm, am I still second in for a kiss though?”

“I just forgave you so, the line is closed for now.”

“Oh.” I looked down disappointed. Moving too fast, Harry!

“If it opens again, I’ll let you know.” She nudged.

“So, I’ll wait then.” I nodded, giving her a serious confirmation of my standing first in line, still.

“Yeah, you do that.”

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