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Alright hey! So, I’m an English lit student and amongst all the writing, I’ve to do academically, I wanted to write something for fun and this seems like a good idea and I’m completely gone for Harry Styles. So, why don’t you guys hit me up with some requests and I can get something up! Give me a try, I won’t disappoint you! (Also, I’m comfortable with anything) 

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Alright hey! So, I’m an English lit student and amongst all the writing, I’ve to do academically, I wanted to write something for fun and this seems like a good idea.. So, why don’t you guys hit me up with some requests and I can get something up! Give me a try, I won’t disappoint you! (Also, I’m comfortable with anything)

#3 - Ask Me Out (Harry Styles One Shot)

Okay, I want to thank you guys for the amazing support my last two one shots got! Thank you so much! 

This is a new one.

Word Count - 1,286

Harry Styles One Shot : Summary - High school drama has its perks and these two make the best of it. 

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You can do this, you can do this…I repeated it like a mantra over and over again in my head, the entire walk from the computer room to the ground. You have no reason to be nervous, you’ve nothing to lose. Okay, maybe you do but, it can’t get worse that how it already is. I kept my pace fast not trying to think too much about it. I just had to go and say it. There he was, sitting with his entire gang. He always is, Maddy. You’ll have to say it in front of them. C’mon what is the worse that could happen? – Except for being embarrassed the entire school year. No. No. You’re walking up to him and saying it. I oscillated twice near the tree before walking up to the gang.

They were, I don’t know, doesn’t every high school have a popular group? I walked up to him, who was sitting in between two girls, laughing. I stood in the centre and called out, “Harry?” Everyone looked up. Fuck.

His green eyes met mine, which were covered in my newly bought frames (pretty cool, actually). “What?” He replied. Why was his voice so deep and husky? Deep and husky laid with confusion because, I called out.

“Oh.” Shit. He raised his eyebrows, asking me to go on. “Nothing,” I ran out of there as fast as possible. Ran as fast as possible before collapsing on the other side of the field behind the little hut we called store room. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Now, they’re going to make fun of me for not speaking up and running away!” I screamed. I wanted to suddenly cry. How could I be such an idiot! Fucking hell! Now, I’ll never get the chance again. I sat on the ground, hitting my head against my hand, before I had to leave the school premises. Head bowed, I walked towards my house. I hate this. I hate my life! I’m going to be made fun off now! Teenagers! Always looking for new reasons to laugh at and entertain themselves. Where the fuck did I get the guts to actually up to him, in the first place?

“Do you know you talk to yourself?” A car stopped next to mine. “Or that you curse a lot?” It was him. Why was he talking to me? Because you ran away, idiot. I didn’t reply. No. No words. I just stood there, like a statue. “Can I drop you home?” He asked. No reply. I was staring at him like a dud. “Are you not going to reply?” He said, smiling a bit. He was having fun, that bastard. “Jesus. Say something. Or just get in!” He laughed a bit, running his fingers through his hair. Mine were the same length. “Get in!” He now, shouted. Something snapped and I opened the front door and sat down, looking straight forward, sitting completely stiff and erect. Cautious. He looked at me and frowned, I did the same. “Belt,” I swear, I had never worn the belt so fast, in my life.

After a little while of driving in his car, not talking of course - I mean, why will I talk now? Idiot. “Are you going to tell me directions to your house?” he raised as arms in question. I did. “Now you talk.” He laughed. “What was that back in the field?” He asked, looking at me, while I looked straight ahead, looking at the empty road. Do you remember my position? “Mute again, I see,” He huffed. “You’re Maddy, right?” He looked at me while I looked at him. “Why are you pouting? We have Economics, together?”

“Business.”

“Oh yeah, sorry. So…did you have anything important to say? You ran away quite fast too. Are you in the track team, or something?” He looked at me.

“No.”

“No? Alright. Umm…so, are you going to tell me or stay shut the whole ride. Or is it something to be said in front of all my friends?” He laughed.

“You know what, stop laughing! Do you realise the amount of guts required to come up to you in school? It’s like bloody going to up to your mother to let you do drugs! Can you imagine the amount!” What am I saying? Drugs? “And you, you have to sit there between the prettiest girls in school laughing and, if someone comes up to you- replying with a what? A fucking what? Who does that!”

“I’m sorry…” He whispered, a bit nervously, not that I heard him.

“I mean, all I wanted to come and say to you was that I like you! I always have, you know! Secretly! But, this is our last year! I definitely won’t see you again, and I wanted to say the one thing I’ve wanted to say from the last five years! Who cares what anybody thinks, right?! But, you’ve to raise those fucking gorgeous eyebrows with a why-is-she-talking-to-me look? How can somebody say anything!” He just stared into my face stopping in front of my house. “And now, I’ll be made fun of because of this thing, I wanted to tell you. I wasn’t expecting much in return, you know. I just wanted too…” I just realised by rambling session in Harry Styles’ car. “And I did…fuck.”

“Yeah, you did…” He whispered.

“Okay, umm…I’m going to go. Thank you for the ride.” I got out of his car in full speed and ran to my door but, he called out.

“So, this is it then?” He shouted a bit.

“Huh,” I said, innocently.

“What huh? You run away from me at school. Have hardly ever had a conversation with me. And, I give you a ride back home and you profess your last five year love to me and stop?” He got out his car and leaned against it, shutting the door. He looked so beautiful in his clack jeans and blue plaid shirt. Snap out of it.

“Umm.”

“What? Ask me out.” He said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Don’t make fun of me.” I said, frowning.

“You don’t make fun of me. At least ask me out. What am I going to do with your rambling confession?”

“Are you serious?” I asked, a bit confused now. He shrugged his shoulders. “Okay then…” I walked up to him and stood right in front, looking up (he is tall). “Harry Styles…”

“Yes,” He said, smiling cheekily showing off both his dimples.

“Don’t smile.”

“Hey…That’s not nice.” He frowned.

“Harry Styles,” He stood up straight. “I discovered this amazing cafe, the other day…the sad part is that, I don’t want to go alone and since, you seem to be a nice company, I’d like to ask you to come with me…”

“Nice. Very romantic.” He said, sarcastically. “By the way, I’m not a nice company - I’m a fucking awesome company.”

I smirked.

“And, I accept your invitation to go to this amazing cafe.”

“Okay.” I nodded.

“Okay.” He nodded.

“Tomorrow at 7?” I kept nodding.

“Yeah okay, tomorrow at 7” So did he.

“Bye then,” I said, turning away and walking off before, he pulled me by my hand, then, wrapped his arm around my waist and attached his lips to mine. I swear my heart fluttered.

“By the way, I’ve been crushing since the last two years.” He whispered against my lips.

“Liar.”

“We can discuss this in detail at your awesome cafe,” He said, pulling away and opening his car door. “You’ll pick me up?”

“I own a Moped. You don’t mind, do you?” I asked.

“No.”

“Alright.”

“Alright.” He said, getting inside and driving off.

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#9 Not Interested (Harry Styles)

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I couldn’t stop staring. I just couldn’t. The way her hips swayed to the movement of the drums in the song, the way she moved her hands all over the body dancing to the music, I just couldn’t take my eyes off her. She wore a little skirt just covering her butts, I am sure half the guys were just waiting for her to bend. She wore a lacy top covering just her boobs, teasing now and then and she jumped to the beats. Her hair falling to her shoulders were thick, good enough to grab and pull while I fucked her. Oh yes, I would have some fun fucking her. I could tell that she would just fit in my hands and prove to be a great time tonight. She didn’t look like someone who would disappoint.

“Thinking about fucking that one, aren’t you?” Michael laughed behind me. We were standing at the bar with a couple of more guys, just enjoying a night out and looking for some fun. It gets boring just messing around in the campus at times. You need to spread your legs and enjoy sometimes.

I laughed and finished my drink walking towards this beauty. I had to go around the corner to reach her, stepping down the platform when a hand grabbed my arm.

“You…you don’t want to go there…” A voice spoke. I turned around to see a girl holding my arm. She let go quickly when my eyes met her. “It won’t work out, I mean…”

“Why don’t I go and check it out?” I smirked and turned around. Who the hell was she?

“It won’t!” She said again, confidently. I turned around and titled my head. She was quite plain compared to her. Was dressed in slacks and a half shoulder top. Looked more like she needed to go shopping than, come to a club, to be honest.

“How are you so sure?” I asked, raising my eyebrow. She kept her glass down and placed her flick behind her ear. I folded my arms and stared right in her eyes, which I had to say were kinda pretty. She had hope but, she dressed like an old woman.

“Well, first - she has a boyfriend, he’s in the army…” She said.

“Oh please.”

“Been with him for about two years now…”

“So, you’re telling me that this beauty…” I pointed at her, drooling a bit. “Who is dressed that sexily is taken. That kind wants to be fucked…hard.” I bent down to her face.

“Well…this one won’t work according to your moves…” She shrugged her shoulders. “By the way, she’s my roommate, I’d know. She’s actually kinda engaged too, look at her finger,” she turned around and sipped her drink.

I looked back to that girl and the ring I hadn’t noticed was actually there. Fucking hell! I actually, wanted this one! I sat down beside the girl and just shook my head. “You kinda ruined my evening.”

“I apologise.”

“What’s your name?” I asked.

“Oh no, I am not one of those girls…”

“Trust me, I am not interested in you. Not at all,” I made it clear.

“Well then” she turned red and looked a it flustered. Oops. I just smiled. “Why waste your time? Nice to meet you Mr. Styles,” she picked up her drink and walked away. I giggled and walked towards my friends. I could see her talking to the beauty I was after and then, saw them exit the club. What a bummer.

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“Can you pack these two for me, please?” I was standing in the bookstore when, I heard a familiar voice. I bent backwards and saw her. The bar girl well, the bummer girl, really. She was dressed in a summer dress, eyes covered my frames and her long hair in a ponytail. Okay, I had to admit, she was kinda sexy too. The dress made her look cute and apart from having an amazing pair of boobs, she had amazing legs too. Snap out, Harry! Not her.

She pushed her frames back biting her lips as she paid for the books, “Thank you!” She smiled. What was so exciting about a pair of books?

“Hello!” I said, when she crossed me. She yelped and fell down. “I’m sorry!” I laughed and offered her my hand. She didn’t take it.

“Is there something wrong with you?” She huffed, straightening her dress.

“Do you remember me?” I asked.

“The entire campus knows you, Mr. Styles.”

She walked out of the book store and, I followed her out. “Harry is just fine!”

“Okay.”

“So, your roommate is still taken?” I asked, just teasing her.

“I am not her assistant, why don’t you ask her?”

“Well, I was going to but, someone stopped me so…”

“It was my mistake, I am sorry. I saw something…” She shut her eyes and huffed, “Why don’t you try your luck now, it’s never too late for a fuck right?”

“I don’t go after taken girls. Not fun.” I winked.

“Congratulations. You have morals.” She said, praising sarcastically.

“What’s your name?” I smiled.

“Why bother?”

“It’s just a name!” I frowned.

“Exactly, why don’t you go after someone who interests you?” She walked inside the library.

“Took that to your heart, didn’t you? I didn’t mean it like that. I wanted a one night stand and you weren’t exactly…”

“Okay, got it now, go away…”

“British literature! You know, I am British,”

“What do you want?“she asked, annoyed.

“Nothing, you just interest me,” I smiled. I am sure this girl liked me. I had a feeling.

“Really…” She came close to me. I took a step back, my back against the book shelve. She came close to my lips and picked up her hand, bringing it close to my hair but, then picked up a book behind me, “Sad, cause I am not interested. Not at all,” she smirked and walked away. “Bye, Mr. Styles.”

I leaned back on the bookshelves, smirking and shaking my head. —

#51 Milkshake and Concert Tickets (Harry Styles)

Summary: The one where Y/N makes killer milkshakes, and Harry is a little sad.

Snippet: “You know, I make an awesome Belgium chocolate milkshake which is amazing for heart breaks,” I looked up to meet the eyes of the cafe girl wiping glasses. 24/7 this cafe remained open, this girl looked around my age, was it even safe for her?

“Who said I had a heartbreak?” I asked, keeping my voice a little different. I wasn’t in shape to be Harry Styles just this moment.

“It’s killer for midnight blues even,” She said, stocking the glasses back on the shelves.

“It’s extra calories.”

“You’ll burn em,” She laughed. Did she know who I was? I was glad she wasn’t focusing it on that, at least.

“I’d love one.” I saw her work around the shop. Putting one scoop of ice cream, then another, milk, then sugar - I’d need an extra session at the gym tomorrow.

“There you go,” she placed the heavenly looking glass in front of me. God, it’s amazing.

“It’s good,” I nodded. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” She took a seat at the counter and opened her book. Something something…empire.

“What is that book about?” I asked.

“Oh, Britain and its colonies.” She said, taking a sip of the coffee in her glass.

“Of how great it was?” I laughed.

“How it became great by ruining everything else,” I shut up.

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“Harry, I don’t know what happened. I don’t know what happened to me. It just..happened. And, I’m so so ashamed of myself.” This is how I was still awake at 4 AM. I’m confused if it was an involuntary decision of accepting to meet her in a coffee shop after midnight or there was something left between us.

“Please say something, Harry!” I tried to get myself incognito. I figured the black hoodie and the track pants hid me and my emotion burning inside pretty well in the mirror. “I know you’re mad at me. I know you hate me right now. But,” I wanted to hit her. I wanted to take her to the top floor and push her from there. She did the same to my heart. “It wasn’t technically even cheating, Harry,”

“How many types of cheating are there? You had your tongue pretty much down his throat, his hands on your bare ass, both naked. That pretty much is cheating.” I tried controlling my tears. Crying wasn’t good, crying made you look weak. It didn’t matter if you thought that maybe crying was relieving, refreshing, the world saw it as weak. She saw it as weak.

“We weren’t even together, Harry!” Fuck. Of course. Because I didn’t ask if she’d be mine officially. All the dates, messages, late nights, kisses, fuck.

“Why are we having this discussion then?” I asked. Before she could say anything else, “Just go.” She is leaving. Last chance. Should I? Would I want to stop her? …No.

This is the fourth one, Harry. The last one had a problem with the term girlfriend, the one before that with fame, the one before that found me too available. Shit, shouldn’t bang my head on the table. It hurts now.

“You know, I make an awesome Belgium chocolate milkshake which is amazing for heart breaks,” I looked up to meet the eyes of the cafe girl wiping glasses. 24/7 this cafe remained open, this girl looked around my age, was it even safe for her?

“Who said I had a heartbreak?” I asked, keeping my voice a little different. I wasn’t in shape to be Harry Styles just this moment.

“It’s killer for midnight blues even,” She said, stocking the glasses back on the shelves.

“It’s extra calories.”

“You’ll burn ‘em,” She laughed. Did she know who I was? I was glad she wasn’t focusing it on that, at least.

“I’d love one.” I saw her work around the shop. Putting one scoop of ice cream, then another, milk, then sugar - I’d need an extra session at the gym tomorrow.

“There you go,” she placed the heavenly looking glass in front of me. God, it’s amazing.

“It’s good,” I nodded. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” She took a seat at the counter and opened her book. Something something…empire.

“What is that book about?” I asked.

“Oh, Britain and its colonies.” She said, taking a sip of the coffee in her glass.

“Of how great it was?” I laughed.

“How it became great by ruining everything else,” I shut up.

With half my drink down, “Can I ask you something?” She looked around wondering if there was anyone else she was talking to.

“Sure,” She closed her book.

“Why are you working so late at night? It’s not exactly very safe.”

“Before you get any ideas, I will warn you that I’m a black belt, and I can slap real hard.” She said with a straight face and then giggled. I took a deep breath, smiling a bit. Could she see, under my hoodie? “Well, I was free this month because my UNI gives time off for writing my dissertation. So, I took the night shift and changed my sleeping schedule.”

“A lot of trouble for a night shift?” I questioned.

“It pays more, and I needed the money,” She smiled.

“Paying for the UNI?” I asked. I was seriously blessed.

“Umm no,” She shook her head. “Parents got that covered. It’s for my own interests.”

I smiled, taking my hoodie off, watching if her smile changed. It didn’t, “Tell me more,” She laughed.

“Well, you see there is a concert this month, and this girl at school, she can’t go, and she is selling her ticket. I want to buy it. But, I just feel too guilty asking my parents to pay £150 for a concert ticket so, I plan to use my daily pocket money and then, cover up my daily expenses from this job. I will actually come out with more money in the end so, it isn’t a bad deal.” She said, the last thinking more to herself.

“The concert is that important?”

“It’s my dream! I’ve waited seven years to see him perform live. In person live, cause Media just doesn’t do it. It’ll be my first big star concert as well. Plus, he is a brilliant performer so, this late night is worth it.” She looked at me with big eyes of excitement, “Do you want me to make you another one?”

I looked at the glass. A double extra lesson at the gym it is, “Yes, please. It is magic.”

“I told you.” She got working.

“So, when are you writing your dissertation?” I asked.

“I’m trying to in the afternoon and the evening. Unfortunately, London made me a morning person, but it’s all about habit. I have all my material set now, so I just have to get typing.” She kept talking while making the milkshake. It was 5 AM.

“Hello, could I get to Cappuccino’s to go, please.” A lady came in, and I put my hoodie back on.

“Of course, late night flight?” She asked.

“A little too late. My husband’s fanatic as well. Three hours before the flight is mania!” The woman laughed.

“Oh no,” The girl shook her head so, easily conversing with strangers. “I have an uncle who took us five hours before, and the flight got delayed. Your husband is an angel!”

“Five hours! What did you do?” She asked.

“Oh, we ate and talked. Do look for the sleeping benches. They’re located closer to the boarding area. We discovered ‘em too late. There you go, two Cappuccinos!” The lady gave her the money, and some extra tip in the jar.

“I will look for the sleeping chairs first!” the woman laughed.

“Have a safe flight!” The girl waved, so cheerful at 5 AM. “Your milkshake is almost ready! What were we talking about?”

“It’s your first concert?” I asked, shocked a bit.

“Oh yeah! You see, not technically cause, I have gone for the local bands before, but this one is the huge one. I always found the ticket money too obscene. Back home and, here as well. I just can’t give this one up.”

“It’s a dream,” I remembered as she placed the second glass in front of me.

“It is!” She went back to washing everything and keeping it in place while I devoured my shake. “It is like one of those things that you know is too expensive, but you just can’t let it go. Not that I couldn’t afford it,” She was talking a bit to herself too, “but, my parents are paying an obscene amount for College, and it is my post graduation, and then living in London isn’t cheap. And, it’s my obsession. I can’t waste their money on it. If it was my money, it was money well spent, but it isn’t. I’m hoping it’s worth it, at least. He is said to be an angel on stage.”

“Who is this person you’re talking about? Ed Sheeran, umm who else is performing -”

“What time is it?” she looked at the clock. “5:30, well my shift gets over at 6 so, if you want another shake, tell me now!”

“What do you put in this shake? It’s so calming.” I leaned my head back. My heartache seemed to just escape in this ecstasy.

“It works for me, as well! It’s the chocolate, I feel!” She laughed.

“Oh wait, let me pay up since, you’re finalising accounts,“I said, taking out my wallet and giving her a card. She didn’t say anything after she saw my name even. I hardly had such interactions these days.

“There you go,” She gave the card back.

“You know working at night isn’t so bad either. You get to know so many stories. Just yesterday, I had this old woman who came in with a picture of her husband. She ordered for two butterscotch ice creams and kept one for herself, and one in front of the picture. She told me that this was the only memory she had of him that she could remember. Late night butterscotch ice cream to make the memory a little clearer. Like wiping a foggy glass with every bite. I write stories, it’s what I want to do in future as well. You find something new every night.” She smiled, with a dreamy look on her face.

“I really hope that concert is the best night of your life,” I said. Finding a sudden calm to my heart as well.

“I hope too. He never disappoints. I hope it is as magical as that milkshake,” She said with a look of positive belief.

“I’m not late! I know I’m not late!” The door banged open, and we both turned to see an older woman coming in.

“You’re not! You still have five minutes!” The girl laughed.

“Oh thank god! And please sleep when you get home! And, quit the job at the studio! Or quit this one! I’m worried about you! When do you sleep, when do you study! It’s LSE, you can’t give them shit. And when do you eat!” The woman kept talking to herself as she went inside.

“You work two jobs?” I looked at her with wide eyes.

“Just this month, it’s an expensive ticket!” She shrugged smiling.

“You study at LSE?” I asked.

“Yep.” The woman came back, “I’ve set everything to go, so there is not much to do. The truck will arrive in a while so, you’ll have to restock.” She picked up her jacket and her bag. “Are you sure I can’t get you anything else?” She asked, again and I just shook my head. “Well, it was lovely meeting you!” She nodded and walked off.

“Hey!“I called out as she pulled the Cafe door. "You didn’t answer my question.” She frowned, tilting her head, “Who is the artist?”

“Oh, I just served two magical milkshakes to him. Lovely meeting you, Mr Styles!” She smiled and closed the door, behind her. I took a seat, just shocked.

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“Y/N” Maria called me as I entered the shop for my night shift. I hope I didn’t screw anything up since my last work boss was cross with me today. “That guy you like, Harry Styles. He dropped this letter for you. Asked your name and everything. Two girls sitting here went absolutely crazy and then, I realised.

Shocked and a little ecstatic, I took the envelope from her hand. It was in his official paper and his handwriting!

Dear Y/N,

Attached behind are two concert tickets, front row to my show here in London. I hope you have more magical nights in this city, just like that milkshake. I’ll take care of this one.

Thank you for ‘em, Harry

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Imagine #9

You’re asleep next to Kells. You’re on your stomach and the sheets are tangled between your legs. The sun is shining between the curtains. Kells shifts towards you as he wakes up. He runs his hand across your back and down to your butt. Your eyes flutter open at his touch. You turn over so that you are facing him. With his hand still on your butt, he quickly pulls your waist close to his.

“Morning,” he smiles at you as he kisses you lightly.

“Good morning”, you smile through kisses as you push your hips into his. 

“How was last night?” He asks you as he pulls his lips from yours. 

“Mm it was good,” you reply as he squeezes your ass cheeks. “How was losing?” you laugh. 

“I didn’t lose anything.” he replies as he laughs into your neck. 

“So you’re not going to take me shopping?” you whine jokingly. 

“I will. We can go today. I’ll buy you whatever you want.” he assures you. “Hmm?” he pushes his body onto yours. You can feel his hard boner on your naked hips. 

You slide out from under him and pull the sheet with you to cover your body. “Let’s go then,” you say as you grab some clothes from your bag. 

Kells looks disappointed that you got up, but he rolls out of bed too and heads to the bathroom for a shower. 

“Are the guys going to come with?” you ask him as you step into the stream of water behind him. 

“Nah, there’s no way they’re up right now.” he replies as he runs his hands through his wet hair with soap. 

You both finish your shower and step out. Before you wrap your towel around your body, he smacks your ass. A smile washes over your face and he kisses your cheek. You both stand in front of the mirror and get ready to go out. You decide to look somewhat cute as you are about to go into some high end stores. You pull on some ripped skinny jeans that hug your curves and a navy blue body suit that has a low cut v-neckline. You pull on a nude pair of heels that lace up just above your ankles. You do your makeup and blow dry your hair. You decide to put some loose curls in to finish your look. You step out of the bathroom to see that Kells is looking dope as usual. He’s wearing bleached ripped skinny jeans and a simple white t-shirt with a leather jacket that hangs open. He’s also wearing black biker boots. He always looks so put together next to you since you go for more comfy clothes. 

You’re both ready to go. You catch an Uber and head to a few stores that are on the same block. Even though you’re the one shopping, you both step out of the car, your hand in his, and he leads you into a Louboutin  store. He knows you love shoes, but you don’t think he realizes just how much. The workers welcome you and get you both bottles of water. Kells wanders to the men’s shoes section. You tug at his hand and pull him up to the second floor to the women’s shoes. 

You quickly start pointing out all of the shoes that you like, asking for them in your size. Kells is sitting on an ottoman in the center of the room watching you pick out more and more. You’ve spent about two hours trying on pairs of shoes. They are all piled and scattered across the ground as the workers run back and forth from the backroom to you. To the right of you, there is a pile of stacked shoe boxes. There are about fifteen pairs of heels. You see Kells getting nervous as this is only the first store you’ve been to. 

“You said whatever I want right?” you ask him sweetly. “That was the deal.”

Kells just shakes his head yes as he rubs his chin. 

“I think I’m done.” you say as you look around at all the shoes on the ground. 

Kells stands up and points to the big pile of shoes, “Package these up and we’ll be at the desk.” he seemed eager to leave. 

As he makes his way around the corner, you whisper to one of the workers that you only wanted one pair. The classic black studded heels that were sitting on your left. The worker nods with a smile as she grabs the box and heads to the back room. You meet Kells at the desk and you wait a few minutes. The lady that helped you gets your and Kells’ attention. He makes his way over to the counter and she lifts a single bag onto the counter and reads out the total. 

Kells looks confused, “we had more than that, she had that whole pile of shoes.” 

“No i didn’t,” you interrupt, “these are the only ones I wanted.” You smiled at him. 

“You serious?” He asks surprised as he hands over his card. “You could get whatever you wanted.” 

“No I’m not going to do that to you.” You laugh as you grab the bag and he takes his card back. 

“Why not, I should spoil you,” he says as he puts his arms around your waist and walks you out the doors, “like you spoil me” he says as he grabs your ass. You laugh and push away from him playfully as you walk down the block. “Where do you want to go now? I think Balenciaga and Chanel are down here.” 

“Umm I actually don’t want to shop anymore.” 

Kells stops walking so you stop next to him, “what? that was the deal, I buy you whatever you want.” 

“Yeah and all I wanted was a pair of Louboutins,” you smile, “maybe you haven’t noticed, but I don’t own a pair... until now. That’s all I wanted. I just wanted to make you think I was going to get every shoe they had to make you nervous,” you laugh. 

“I would’ve bought them all for you.” He begins to walk again. 

“I never would’ve let you.” You say sweetly. 

“But maybe I wanted to,” he grabs your hand. “Tell me where you want to go.” 

You look to him, “you can buy me lunch, that counts right?”

He laughs as he replies, “Okay, I guess, what do you want.”

“hmm... sushi,” you smile as you squeeze his hand. 

“Alright let’s go,” he says as he pulls his phone out to get an Uber. 

After your lunch date, you walk hand in hand, out of the restaurant. You changed into your new Louboutins in the Uber and you love them. You love even more that Kells is always grabbing for your hand when you’re walking next to each other. He’s not being shy about being affectionate with you either. He pecks you on the lips ever so often. 

It’s been a few days since you two went shopping. He’s been in and out of the studio. You guys flew home yesterday and Kells has been focused on the new album he’s coming out with. 

You came to visit him at the studio to bring him and the guys some coffee. You hung around on the couch to chill for a while. You’re scrolling through your phone and you see a news story about Kells so you open it. 

“Oh my god,” you stand up, “Kells,” you holler to him. He’s sitting in the recording booth. You realize he can’t hear you so you push the microphone button,”Kells,” you yell again with a worried tone. He swings his guitar strap over his head and sets it down and walks out of the recording booth door. 

“What’s up?” 

You hold your phone out to him. He grabs it from you. “So much for keeping it a secret and away from the media.” 

He scrolls through the pictures taken by paparazzi of you two hand in hand walking down the street. The article is titled Does Machine Gun Kelly Have a New Girl? and the entire article is filled with pictures of you two holding hands, kissing, and going on a date; all from a few days ago when you went shopping. It has so much information about you. You almost feel like a celebrity yourself now. 

“Shit,” Kells says softly. “I didn’t even notice any paps” he says as he hands you your phone back and lights up the joint in his mouth. 

“Well what the fuck does this mean now?" You panic as you tuck your hair behind your ear.

He sucks in and pulls the joint out of his mouth. "I don't know. Are you my girl?” He blows the smoke out of his mouth and maintains eye contact with you. 

“W... well do you want me to be...your girl?” You bite your lip out of nervousness.

He takes a step towards you, “I thought you already were,” he grabs your face and kisses you. 

“I don’t want to be your girlfriend,” you say quietly, looking around to see if the guys are listening to your convo, they’re not. You look back up at him and he lets go of your face. “Not yet,” you add as you grab his hands. “I want to be but making it official complicates so much. I like what we have.” He says nothing as he lights up his joint again. “Do you not feel the same?”

“Nah I do,” he inhales, “it’s only been a few weeks.” He walks around you and grabs his coffee. “Wouldn’t want to go too fast.” 

You can’t tell if he’s disappointed or not. His back is facing you. You walk up behind him and put your arms around his waist. You hold your face against his back. “Don’t be mad at me, please.” you say quietly. “I’ve never been in the media like this and once we become official, everything about us is put out there for everyone to see,” Kells turns around towards you and you let go of him. “If anything happens between us--”. 

“Nothing’s going to happen.” He can tell you’re beginning to stress and pulls you into a hug. “Don’t worry about it.” He releases you and you turn to go back to the couch. He slaps your ass as you turn. You look back and smile at him as your cheeks turn pink. 

You eventually leave the studio and head home. Kells and the guys can spend all night and morning at the studio most of the time so you sleep in your own bed. 

It’s about 2 am and you’ve been sleeping. You get a phone call from Kells which wakes you up. You answer, “I’m not bringing you guys food again,” you whine through the phone. 

“Come over,” he begs you. 

“What?” You sit up in bed.

“Come on, just come over for a bit.” His voice is very breathy and deep, which you’ve learned means he’s horny.

“I’m not coming over,”, you say as you lay back down. 

“Please baby,” he groans.

“No, I’m going back to bed. Goodnight.” Before he can argue, you hang up and roll over. 

You fall back asleep but less than an hour later, you hear a knock on the door. 

You groan as you get up, “what the fuck?” you say to yourself as you get to the door. You look out the peephole. It’s Kells. You open it up as you rub your tired eyes. “Babe, what are you doing?”

He walks in and pushes himself against your body. He kicks the door closed behind him. His lips crash into yours and his arms wrap around you and his hands grab your butt, squeezing it hard. You pull away. 

“Kells, I’m tired, come on. I told you I was sleeping. You taste like alcohol. Are you drunk?” You turn and walk towards the bathroom. 

“I had a couple drinks, you know what that does to me.” He whines as he goes after you. He stumbles and misses you as you hurry to the bathroom. 

“Kells stop, you should go to bed, come on.” you turn and say to him as he stumbles into the couch. You reach the bathroom and flick the light on. “Come on, do you need to shower?” 

Kells stands himself up and makes it into the bathroom. You start to turn your shower on, but Kells grabs your hands. “I don’t need a shower, I need you.” 

You try to pull away, but one of his hands has already started rubbing your pussy. “Kells,” you whisper. “Stop.” You reach down and grab his hand, but his gentle rubbing turns you on so you let go of his hand. 

He pushes you up against the wall next to the shower as he slips his hands into your shorts and rubs your clit gently. You give in and let your body relax as you grab his face with your hands. Usually he pays a lot of attention to your neck, always sucking or kissing, but you’re just staring into each other’s eyes. He’s watching your every moan and deep breath as he keeps rubbing. 

Your hands travel from his face down to to his waist. You undo his belt and unzip his pants. You reach down his briefs and begin stroking his hard boner. He stops rubbing your clit and pulls your face into his, pushing his warm lips into yours. 

He spins you around and pushes your waist into the counter of the vanity. The giant mirror above the sink lets you watch him behind you.The hot water from the running shower has started to lightly fog the mirror up. He pulls his shirt off, exposing his sexy tattoos, and pulls his jeans down. With his briefs still on, he pushes his hips into your butt. His arm reaches around your body to your neck and pulls your head back. He leans forward and kisses you from behind. He pulls your shorts down, exposing your cheeks and squeezes them roughly. He quickly pulls his briefs down and you watch his member, in the mirror, slap his stomach. 

He turns his attention to you as you both lock eyes in the mirror. He positions himself at your entrance, as you’re bent over the counter, ready for him. He slowly pushes himself into you. His tip enters you slowly then he pulls out. He thrusts in and out of you with just the tip, slowly. With your eyes still locked, he watches as you whimper. 

“Ugh don’t tease me.” You moan through heavy breaths. 

“You want me inside you?” He asks softly. 

You push your butt back into his hips, “I want you deep inside me.” 

He continues to squeeze your ass as he keeps teasing you. He begins slowly pushing himself deeper inside you. “Like this baby?”

You let out a loud moan as you shake your head yes. He starts thrusting harder and deeper inside you as you both watch each other in the mirror. You love to see the way his body and hips move as he moves in and out of you. The steam from the shower has made the bathroom steamy and Kells’ skin is glowing from the moisture in the air.The pleasure on his face turns you on even more as you watch him breathing heavy and letting out light moans. You can see him watching your breasts jiggling in your shirt with every thrust. His arms move up from your butt, up your waist and around to your boobs. He grabs one and starts squeezing lightly as he bends over your body. He stands back up and thrusts quickly in and out of you. His groans become louder as you feel his thrusting get sloppier. You watch his face in the mirror as he climaxes. 

He pulls out of you and you stand up and face him. He kisses you and pulls you in for a hug. He kisses the top of your head. “Now I need a shower,” he laughs. “You going to join me?” he asks as he lifts up your butt and swings your legs around his waist. 

You laugh and throw your arms around him as he carries you into the shower.