For Your Eyes Only...

AN: This is my first time writing something like this and it sat in my drafts forever so lmk what you think. As always idk how to finish a story so I may continue it, there’s not much harryxreaderxflo content on here but I liked writing abt it so if you have thoughts or ideas reply or ask!

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Tonight is Harry's last night at MSG, you are beyond proud of him and ready for the few days he has off before moving to his next residency. You have seen this show enough times that you know when he is almost finished with his set, so you slip away from your seat to set up a surprise for Harry in his dressing room. After a show, he has so much adrenaline pumping through his veins and he can't wait to get back to the hotel to rip your clothes off, so as a surprise for his last night you thought you'd let him have a sneak preview. Usually after the show he comes back to his dressing room and has some alone time as he comes down from the high of being on stage.

You quickly make your way to the room; having been there for 2 weeks you finally have a good understanding of all the hallways backstage. When you get to Harry's room you find your bag and begin changing clothes. You can hear Harry start his final goodbyes, so you know you have about 5 minutes until he gets off the stage and makes his way to you. You switch out your usual concert fit of ripped jeans and a cropped tee, for a sexy black body suit. It's a combination of lace and satin, with the lace detail in just the right spots so you can show off all your assets. You pair the bodysuit with a satin robe and get comfortable on the couch while you wait for Harry to get back. You sit back right in the middle of the comfy, oversized leather couch, cross your legs, and drape the robe off your shoulders so everything is on display.

You're looking down adjusting your top when you hear the doorknob click open. You look up, smiling ready to greet Harry but there's much more shock than enthusiasm in his eyes. Before you can register the message his face is sending you, you catch a flash of blonde hair move behind his shoulder and hear a melodic singsong "Surprise, Y/N!"  You would recognize that voice anywhere. Florence, now standing beside Harry as he quickly shut the door, got a full view of your surprise.

"Erm, Y/N, Flossie was able to make it to the second half of the show and we were gonna surprise you." Harry laughed, walking toward you. "But I see now I should have given you a heads up because you had other plans for tonight." You laugh along at Harry's comment trying to cover up how mortified you are in this moment, instinctively you pull your robe closed over your chest. "Obviously I am a little underdressed," you state trying to make a joke to feel less awkward. You stand up to kiss Harry and try to act normal when you turn to Florence. "This is a wonderful surprise! I am so glad to see you, just wasn't expecting it," you hug her too.

"This is embarrassing," you blush, looking down. "Give me a second and I'll get dressed." Florence takes your chin and tilts your head up, "there’s nothing to be embarrassed about, you're stunning. Have to say, also not what I was expecting, but I can't complain." She smiles and nudges Harry, "Is this the kinda treatment you're getting every night, H? I'm kinda jealous."

"I know, I'm a lucky guy," he responds, smiling at you and taking your hand. They're being so complimentary you almost forget how exposed you are right now. "You guys are too much, but still, let me put some real clothes on. Come and sit," you lead them to the couch you had been sitting on, and as you turn to find your bag of clothes Florence grabs your arm. "Don't worry, there's nothing to be embarrassed about. I mean, you've seen more of the two of us on set anyway. Plus, I won’t be long, I don't want to spoil whatever you had planned for the evening."

Still semi-reluctant, you settle on the couch next to her and catch up for a few. You and Harry had been on tour for ages, and it had been so long since had time to talk. The three of you sat on the couch together laughing and catching up. Harry opened a bottle of wine, a few rounds later, hours that felt like only minutes had passed. You felt like it was getting colder, you looked down and realized your robe was slipping off. You were suddenly aware again that you were in fact basically naked and quickly fumbled with the robe. Florence stopped you, "you don't need to do that," and she reached up and brushed the hair out of your face.

You felt all of your blood rush to your face, as the thought of Florence flirting with you finally registered. You glanced up at Harry, but he was, as usual, hard to read. The two of you had been with a third in the past but never anyone you actually knew. And as far as you know, Florence didn't know about that, so she was coming to this conclusion all on her own. Harry wouldn't have ambushed you with this so he couldn't have set it up but thinking back three glasses of wine deep you were probably putting the energy out there all on your own.

Feeling all the tension, Florence spoke first, "Sorry if that was too forward, but I've been thinking it all night." Although you had never really talked to Harry about inviting Florence into anything with the two of you, you had considered it. It was hard not to, spending all that time on set with them watching them together and their chemistry and imagining yourself in the scene with them.

"Don't worry about it," you reply to her. "It's crossed my mind too." Suddenly you notice every detail of her face, and how her chest rises and falls with every breath. You look up to Harry again to get a sign of what the next step should be and the look on his face seems to say it all. You can tell he's studying the energy between you and Flo the look in his eye says he likes what he sees.

You turn back to Florence, but before you even say anything, she is slipping your robe the rest of the way off your shoulders, exposing your skin to the cool air, your nipples poking through the lace. She cups your face in her hands and pulls you in, embracing your lips with hers. They're much softer than you expected, kissing her is gentle and warm. You intertwine your fingers in her golden curls, deepening the kiss, your tongue find hers, her hand finding your breast. She takes your nipple between her finger and thumb and rolls it meticulously, bringing a soft moan from your lips.

You feel Harry's hand on your waist from behind. He places rough, wet kisses to your neck, as his hands explore your body too. They know their way around you too well, and he finds exactly what he's looking for. He finds your core between your legs and begins to massage you.

Placed between them, there is such juxtaposition to the way they each kiss you; yet, there's so much passion coming from both sides. You begin to pull Florence's jacket off her shoulders, and she quickly helps you with the process. Your lips break apart just long enough for you to pull her dress over her head. "Perfect, now we're even." You smile. She is wearing a white bralette, just as see through as your top, nipples perfectly poking through.

Harry is still using his expertise of your body against you; you can barely think straight. Before you combust, you lift your hips off the couch, forcing Harry's pursuit to pause, and push Florence onto her back. You begin kissing down her body. Starting with slow, soft kisses on her neck. Then you move down her chest, placing gentle nips and kisses. You massage one of her breasts in one hand while slipping the other out of her bralette. She hums her content as you kiss your way to her core. You leave gentle licks and kisses across her stomach and thighs until you find your target. She wiggles under you in response to your first contact, as you begin licking and sucking her clit, you can’t help but moan in unison with her.

“This is a great view and all, but don’t forget about me!” Harry traces his fingers down your back and kisses your shoulder. You pause your pursuit of Flo, to which she groans in frustration, to turn back and kiss Harry. “Don’t worry, you’ll get your turn next,” you reassure him. But as you turn back towards Florence, he grabs your hips and pulls you against him. “No, I want to give you yours!” he demands as his hand finds its way back between your legs.

You bite your lip, trying to stifle your moans, because of course Harry knows your weakness. But he knows you all too well, before you can contradict him, he’s got you up on your knees and he’s slipping out of his jeans. You lock eyes with Flo before she even says anything, her desire is all over her face -and yours. “Oh, I didn’t forget about you,” you whisper to her. Your tongue leaves a long soft trace up to her core. Just as you begin your pursuit again, you feel Harry slam into you from behind. Your gasp is softened by Florence.

The impact of Harry’s shaft radiates throughout you. It takes all your strength not to succumb to his throbbing member, as you still massage and caress Florence’s whole body. As you begin to grow higher your moans deepen and ripple across her core pushing her over the edge. The chorus of moans is what you needed to meet her there, letting out a final moan as your orgasm pulses through you. You felt Harry pull out as you fell forward resting your head on Florence’s stomach.

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decided to continue on with grad student y/n and  her best friend Harry. Part one summary if you don’t want to read it: he walked in on her masterbating in the shower and they had sex and realized they like each other. idk if i’ll continue this bc i never know how to finish a story. thx for reading ;)

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You turn off the shower and grab a large, fluffy towel and wrap it around you. You check the door is still closed as you step out on the mat, trying to pat some of the water off of your skin. As you wipe some of the fog from the mirror, you look at yourself trying to figure out of this is all a dream. Did that really just happen? In that moment, you can hear Harry shifting on the bed making the frame squeak. 

‘Shit, it did just happen,’ you think to yourself. ‘What am I going to go out there and say to him? The sex was good- and I mean really good, but we are just friends, we always have been, and I don’t have time in my life for complicated relationships. But then again, it doesn’t have to be complicated. We are really good together, in our platonic relationship and the sex was great, so, when you put those things together we could have a great relationship. And he did say all these dates and flings made him realize there’s someone he’s missing, maybe that’s me.’

You just need to go out there and talk to Harry and he can answer all these questions that are racing through your head. You quickly pump some product in your hands and brush it through your hair to tame the frizz that is sure to come since it doesn’t look like you’re blow-drying it anytime soon. Then you secure your towel around your chest and open the door.

Harry is just sitting on the edge of your bed watching his thumbs move back and forth. He looks up as soon as he hears the lock click and a bashful smile crosses his lips. “Hey” he says softy as you step out of the bathroom. 

“Hey,” you return his smile and sit on the bed next to him. “So, that was erm...” you trail off.

“Yeah, I know,” he takes your hand. “I just want to start with I had no intentions to do that when I came here.” 

“No, of course, I didn’t think you did,” you quickly reassure him.

“It was just that my date ended badly, and the only person I wanted to see was you, because you’ve always been a major source of happiness for me. And when I walked in and ...y’know ... I let the idea of us actually sink in for once and I realized why every relationship I’ve had these past few years never worked. And it’s because part of me was always waiting for you.” 

You can feel how nervous he is telling you all this, looking into his eye there’s a mix of fear and excitement and hope. You are stunned at what you are hearing because everything he is saying is resonating with how you have been feeling. You have had imagined you and Harry from time to time, but you always dismissed the thoughts and put those feelings aside. Hearing that he felt the same way left the gates open and all those emotions came flooding back in. You didn’t know you were crying until you felt his hand reach up and wipe a tear away. 

“Shh, no y/n. Don’t cry.” Harry whispered, “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to upset you. With what you said earlier, I kinda thought you felt the same way.”

You smiled and wiped your face, “I’m not upset, I think years of feelings have just been pushed forward and I was a little overwhelmed. I do feel the same way, when I came out here, I was afraid you were gonna say this was a mistake.” 

Relief washed over Harry’s face as he realized what you were saying. At least y’all were both on the same page up to this point. He cupped your face in his hands and pulled you in to kiss him. This time it felt different, you could feel his love behind it. Your fingers twisted into his long hair at the back of his neck and your tongue pushed past his lips, deepening your connection. You wanted to feel more of him, craving the connection that you had been missing all along. 

Before things could progress any further, he pulled away, “are you sure you want to do this again, there are a lot of things we didn’t cover.” 

His hesitation brought you back to reality, “are you not sure about this? I know we have so much to figure out, if we are going to make this work; but what happened in the shower was fast and spontaneous and driven by lust. But now,” you take his hands again, “this feeling between us right here, I think that it is love. And I want to experience that moment with you.” Your words must have been enough to convince him, Harry wrapped his arm around you and in one swift motion you were on your back, and he was hovering over you unwrapping your towel.

“Well, then, let me make love to you, baby.” he said softly in your ear as he began to kiss your ear, then your neck, making his way down your chest. You took a deep breath as you focused on soaking up this moment. His lips and hands giving special attention to every inch of your body. A soft moan left your lips as his mouth found your pulsating clit. The sound of your approval only made him want more as he savored your taste; his tongue drawing intricate shapes all over you; his soft but passionate movement sent pulses through your entire body. It was as if he already knew exactly what you needed. He first slipped a single finger inside matching your movement as you grew higher, then a second filling you in, your moans growing louder as an orgasm shattered through you. This one already outranking the shower tenfold. 

You reached down and grabbed his face pulling it towards you, his lips tasted of you but you didn’t care, you were aching for his touch, needing as much contact as possible. You wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him in with your lips, your tongue finding its way back into his mouth. You spread kissed all over his lips and neck and chest relishing in the moment. “D’you have a condom?” He whispered. You nodded, trying to not think too much about why they were there, as you reached into your side table and pulled one out and handed it to him. He ripped the corner with his teeth and made quick work of sliding it on while you went back to kissing his chest. He sunk into you slowly, savoring the feeling of being inside you. He made slow purposeful thrusts, pulling back to appreciate how you look under him. You wrapped your legs around his and lifted your hips to match his pace. Your movements were in perfect unison as you felt yourself tightening around him. He called out your name as he climaxed with you; resting beside you, he pulled the condom off, tied it, and set it on the table. 

He rolled over pulling you into his arms and kissing your forehead. You felt a sigh of relief wash over you, feeling so safe and at home in his arms. “I know we need to talk through what ‘us’ is gonna be, but I think we’re gonna be alright,” he whispered pulling you in tighter. 

I haven’t written in such a long time but this kind of just came to me and i wanted to get it written down and i thought id share. sorry if it’s not great it’s been a while since i've written. i never know how to end a story so if people like it maybe I'll keep going w this version of harry and y/n.

content warning: unprotected sex, masturbation

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You had just gotten home from an extremely long day: three back-to-back grad classes and a seven hour serving shift to pay for said classes. Another long day, in a long week, in a long semester. All you wanted to do was relax on the couch with a glass of wine, because you finally had no more exams or assignments to worry about. But before you could relax you had to shower off the greasy restaurant smell. 

When you walked into your apartment, your hands were full from the long day and your last minute grocery stop; you quickly set down your bags and threw your new bottle of wine in the fridge. On the way to your bedroom, you quickly scratched James, your cat, behind his ears and glanced over to check that he was fed so he wouldn’t disturb your shower. 

Once in the bathroom you reached past the curtain to get the shower started, it took a while to get to the perfect scalding temperature. While waiting for the water to heat up you slipped off your shoes and pants and began unbuttoning your blouse. It crossed your mind how long it had been since some one else had done that for you. You and your ex broke up nearly six months ago, and though you had emotionally moved on, you were too busy to physically move on with anyone else. 

After a couple minutes in the shower you went to pump your conditioner and found it nearly empty, so you picked it up to force out the last few drops and found something you had almost forgotten about... your old vibrator.  You must have left it in there right after the break up because this semester had been so overwhelming you hadn’t even had time to think about an orgasm. But now that you had seen it, you began remembering how good it felt. 

‘It is my night to relax’ you thought, so you finished massaging the conditioner into your hair and reached for the clitoral massager, hoping there was just enough battery left. You switched it on and the light started blinking, a wave of relief washed over you as you clicked through to your favorite setting and lowered the little pink machine to your spot. As the sound of the running shower began to drown out the soft buzzing, you closed your eyes and used your other hand to massage your breast and neck, remembering what it was like to be in the shower with your ex. The images of him began to transition to another man. You weren't sure who it was, you just knew that it wasn’t your ex. You were imaging this anonymous man in the shower with you. Kissing you pinned against the wall with the water cascading over you as he moved down to your neck, then showed attention to each of your breasts perfectly balancing the use of his tongue and teeth on each nipple. Slowly kissing down to your clitoris, taking the place of the massager in your hand. As the scene played out in your head, you let out a loud moan of approval feeling yourself climax from the intense vibrations. 

As you caught your breath you lifted the massager and heard a familiar “hello” bellow through the cracked bathroom door. It was in that moment that you realized you didn’t lock the front door because your hands were too full. “Y/n?” the door creaked as he entered the bathroom.

it was Harry, your long time best friend, it wasn’t unlike him to just let himself into your apartment, but you weren't expecting him tonight. You thought that he had a blind date your mutual had set him up on. 

“She’s really cute and fun, he’ll like her, but i still think he’s got his eyes set on someone else.” You remember your conversation with your best friend this morning, when she told you about the date she set Harry up on. She’s been saying for ages that y'all should give it a shot, but it never seemed right. He’s still friends with your ex so it seemed weird and there's been a string of casual relationships that got in the way of something ever happening. 

‘What is he even doing here,’ you thought, poking your head out of the curtain to ask him this question. Harry was just standing there with this cheeky smirk on his face, “whatcha doin’ in there?” he grinned. 

You blushed, ignoring his question, “don’t you have a date? Why are you standing in my bathroom?” 

His grin fell for a second, “It was a bust she was nice, but i am tired of these casual flings because i know they're not going anywhere.” Then his face shifted back to amusement, as he asked again, “So what’s going on in here? Sounded steamy when i came in the front door.” 

You gave in and smiled back at him rolling your eyes, “it’s been a long day, okay?” as you looked at him with his wide eyes and sideways smirk, it crossed your mind how attractive you found him. You always had but had never felt like you could or should act on it. But the way he was staring you down in the shower after catching you in the act felt very hot. “So, are you just going to stand there gawking at me or are you gonna tell me why you're here?” You finally say, after a few moments of just exchanging silent stares. 

“Oh, yeah- erm,” now he was the one blushing. “It was just an awkward night after ending the date early and I uh- I just wanted to see you. I didn’t expect this much,” he gestures to the curtain, which you now realized had shifted further open revealing your breast. “but now that I have, i um,” his words trailed off and he bit his lip stepping towards you.  

You don’t know if it was the endorphins from that mini session a few minutes earlier or some sexual tension that some how went untapped for years but the words came out of your mouth before you really knew what you were saying, “Are you gonna stay here and watch me finish?”

His smirk was back, “It kinda sounded like you already did.” 

“I meant with my shower... but, uh, if you’re not going any where, like I said it’s been a long day and I could finish like that... again” You were the one biting your lip now “...if you want to help me.” 

Harry was pulling his t-shirt off before the words finished leaving your mouth. In a flash of water and hair his hands were cupping your face and myyourback was against the wall. As he kissed you, you realized how long you have wanted this. With his body pressed up against yours you could feel that he had been wanting it too. “Oh, Y/n, you have no idea how long i’ve thought about doing this,” he moaned into your ear as he took your hair pulling your head back to get a better angle at your neck, leaving his mark as he desperately nipped at your ear. 

“I know, I’ve though about it too,” you whispered. Your nails dug into his back as you tried to pull him closer. Harry moaned his approval and you felt his hands grab your ass lifting you up. You wrapped your legs around his back as he sunk into you for the first time, it was euphoric you couldn’t believe you waited so long to give this a chance. The pleasure was almost immediate. “Harder!” you moaned, needing him to slam into you feeling every inch of him inside. The scene from you head before combined with the feeling of him inside that you hadn't felt in so long had you coming again. Loudly. Harry's name muffled by his mouth on yours. Hearing how satisfied you were pushed him over the edge with you and he put you down as he finished so everything would run down the drain.

 You looked at him and almost had to stifle a laugh. “What just happened?” You locked eyes and he also had a humored smile on his face. He kissed your forehead and said, “it was long time coming.” Then he looked around and realized I was still in the middle of my shower routine. “I'm gonna actually let you get that shower in now, but, uh, I think we have some things to talk about when you're done.” He kissed you again before grabbing the towel hanging on the wall and stepping out of your shower.

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For the third morning in a row, you woke up at 10 o’clock, in the bed next to Harry. You wished this was the way your life always was, but, unfortunately, this time tomorrow you would be back in your dorm getting ready for your classes. Expensive hotel rooms with your boyfriend while he’s touring isn’t real life. You realized that, you just wished it wasn’t the case. You flew out to meet the band on Friday, because school was out for a holiday on Monday (today). But now you have to go back, and you have only two hours before you have to be at the airport. You tried getting out of bed without Harry waking up , but you failed. “Come on, Y/N, you don’t have to go just yet.” he said as he watched you dress from the bed. “You could just stay a few more days, no one would have to know.” “I don’t think so Harry,” you say to him. “Come on, I’ll change your flight to tomorrow, one more day.” he says crawling across the bed to where you were standing, pulling you onto the bed with him.

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You woke up to your alarm at 6:30, and quickly reached over to hit it off before it woke Niall. You started to get out of bed, when you felt his arm tighten around your waist. You rolled over to look at him, “Come on, Niall, we do this every day.” He leaned over and kissed you, “And everyday you leave me. Stay, just this once?” “I don’t know, Ni,” you sigh. “I don’t have to work today, it’ll just be you and me,” he says. You did miss the time when you could spend all day wrapped in his arms. You and Niall  hadn’t got to spend that much time alone together in a long time. “Okay,” you cuddle up in his warmth, glad you decided to spend the day with Niall.

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You and Louis had been friends for a while but never anything more. You had never really given much thought to it- that was until Louis asked you out. You agreed, Louis was really cute and there was no reason not to at least give him a shot, you could’ve had feelings you didn’t even notice before.

He organized the whole date, so of course you ended up at a soccer match. But you didn’t really mind. Even though you didn’t really follow the sport, or know much about the game- you could see how happy it made Louis, which made you happy.

As first dates go it wasn’t the best you’d ever been on, seeing as Louis didn’t take his eyes off of the field. But as he watched the game, you watched him: the way his face lit up when his team got the ball and the hope in his eyes as they took a shot. Before you realized it, you were falling- hard. There was something about him that had you hooked, you couldn’t believe you had never felt it before.

The excitement of the crowd brought you back to the game. You looked down at the field and saw they were about to score the winning goal. Louis was on the edge of his seat, and you could feel the anticipation radiating off of him. He takes the shot and- It’s good! The crowd went wild.

You jumped out of your seat caught up in the excitement of the moment. You turned to Louis to see his reaction to the win. You didn’t get a chance to see the joy in his eyes- he was standing to close, grabbing your face. Before you could even think about what was going on, your body responded. As he kissed you, you wrapped your arms around his neck. Your bodies fit together perfectly, you still didn't know how you never felt this before.

You slowly backed off, and pressed your forehead to his. You could feel it all over, you knew it from just one kiss, and the look in Louis’s eyes told you what you felt was mutual. This was it, you and him, the beginning of forever. 

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"Liam," you whine, starring at him sitting on the bed. "What?" He asks trying to sound as innocent as possible. "You know what," you say, getting annoyed that he thinks it's funny. "Liam!" You say again, "I'm going to be late, just tell me where it is!" "I have no idea what you're talking about," he tries to suppress his mischievous grin. "Yes, you do, Liam, you do this everyday!" You pout, walking over to him trying to discreetly look for your phone- which he has hidden in an attempt to make you stay home. "I don't have it," he smiles, grabbing your waist and pulling you on to the bed with him. "Seriously, I have to go," you say, pulling away. But he doesn't loosen his grip. "Stay with me, please? Call in sick, we're leaving in two days and I don't know how I'm going to be away from you for seven months." "But Li-" you start. "I know you have work," he cuts you off. "But I need you, just one day, please for me? We can spend all day in bed cuddling, I just want to be with you, you can even pick the movie." He asks hopefully. You sigh. You knew you needed to go to work, but Liam was leaving soon, and you really wanted to be with him, too. "Okay," you say, "but just today." "Really?" His face lights up. He pulls you closer and kisses you. You smile, "Why do you always do that?" You ask looking up at Liam's eyes. "Do what?" He questions. "Say something cute when I'm trying to be mad at you," you laugh. "Because, I love you." He smiles. "I love you, too," you whisper, kissing him, pulling him down on the bed to begin your day in.

Louis

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"Okay, I'm going to go put the gifts in the car," you tell Harry over your shoulder as you walk towards the door. "We need to leave soon so we're not late to your parents', Gem always gets there before us." You raise your voice, so he can hear you through the walls. "I'm almost ready," he calls back, as he digs through his closet. "...as soon as I find my other boot." Harry mumbles to himself holding half of his favorite pair of brown suede boots. You finish loading the car and return to your shared bedroom to find Harry still rummaging through his once organized closet. "What are you looking for?" You ask, "maybe I've seen it." "My other boot," Harry pouts, holding out a left boot. "Oh my gosh, Harry," you laugh. "What?" He knits his brow . "Sweetheart, you’re wearing it," you giggle glancing down at his right foot. "I think I'd notice if I-" Harry starts but he cuts himself off when he realizes you're right and he is, in fact, only wearing one shoe. The look of confusion on Harry's face makes you laugh and you walk over and kiss him, "I know it's been stressful recently and your mind has been else where. After the holidays we'll have time to relax and you'll be able to clear your head." You reassure Harry. He is still bewildered that he didn't know he was wearing his boot. "I can't wait, babe. I'm too young to start loosing my mind! I always thought Gemma would go crazy first," he jokes. "Gemma! Oh my gosh, we're going to be so late, get your shoe on, we have to go!" You rush Harry as you gather your coat and purse on the way to the front door, smiling to yourself looking forward to your alone time with Harry.

Louis

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’10:00 a.m., right on time,’ you think when you see Louis open the door to the coffee shop. “Good morning,” you greet him as he approaches the counter. “You don’t even have to tell me,“ you say. "I think I’ve got your order down,” you turn to make his coffee. “Same thing every day for a month, still hasn’t gotten old.” He smiles as he hands you the money, in exchange for the cup. “Thanks maybe one day I will change it up.” He turns to go. “Hey Louis?” “Yeah?” He turns around. “So, um, my cousin has your face plastered all over her walls so naturally I mentioned to her that you are a frequent customer.” “Naturally.” He laughs. “Yeah, so she, of course, asked me a million questions about you. And, uh, I was wondering, she says you don’t like coffee?” “Great, I’ve been ratted out by my own fan.” “What?” You ask. “She’s right.” He admits.“I really don’t like coffee.” “Then why do you order coffee every day?” “Because I wanted to see you.” he blushes. “Really?” You ask feeling your own face turn red. “Every morning I count the minutes until ten o'clock, because I’m waiting for you.” “Really?” He asks. “Yes, I wouldn’t take the time to learn just anybody’s order.” You laugh. “Well, if I’d known that the feeling was mutual, I would have asked you out weeks ago,” he said. “And if I had known you didn’t like coffee, I would have stopped giving it to you weeks ago. You do know we sell other stuff without it, right?” You laugh. “Um, right, so that’s a yes to dinner?” He asks changing the subject. “Absolutely,” you smile.

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Your day so far had been absolutely terrible. Your car wouldn’t start, you were late to class, and you forgot about a test. But thankfully your best friend had time to stop for coffee, so that helped a bit. You are sitting across from her telling her about how everything that could’ve gone wrong did. You can tell she is only half listening, but you ramble on anyway. She isn’t even looking at you and you are getting annoyed. “I know you don’t care, but could you at least pretend to be listening?” you snap. “What? No, that’s not it! Look its freaking Zayn Malik!” “What?!” you begin to turn your head. “No! Don’t turn around!” She almost yells. “What, you said ‘look.’” “Oh no. Shh. He’s coming this way. Act cool,” she whispers. So you continue your story as he walks by. Once he’s out of ear shot you stop and just stare at him. "Oh my God, what do we do?” You ask franticly. “What’d'ya mean? It’s not like he’s here just to see you.” (Y/BF’s/N) laughs. “Shut up I have to talk to him,” you insist, glancing back at Zayn. After He gets his order he turns around to leave making eye contact with you as he makes his way to the door. You smile at him still trying to stay calm. He stops at your table, and “Hi” is all you can get out, trying to not sound like an idiot. He can’t take his eyes off of you and you return his gaze, peering into his eyes. Your friend clears her throat, “umm.. Still here.” You shoot her the 'I’ll kill you’ look. “Right, I’m Just gonna go … to the bathroom.” She said excusing herself, Zayn taking her seat. “(Y/N),” you finally remember to tell him your name, “My name is (Y/N).” “Hi, (Y/N), I’m Zayn.” He says– as if you didn’t already know that. “So, maybe would it be too much to grab dinner sometime?” He asks. “Alone,” he adds looking down at (Y/BF’s/N)’s half- drunk latte. “Wouldn’t be a bother at all.” You smile. And within five minutes the worst day ever turned into the best day of your life.

Masterlist

You woke up to the sound of bustling in the hall. ‘It’s Saturday morning, is it too much to ask for a lie in on the weekends?’ You asked yourself, annoyed at the disturbance. You were already awake at this point so you decided to just get up and start your day earlier than you had planned. Since you were trying to be healthier and had more time you decided to attempt to run to the gym. So you ate a quick breakfast and got dressed. As you were leaving your flat you realized the noise was from a new neighbour moving in. You made your way to the lift, but as the doors began to close you heard a voice ask you to hold them open. A blonde man jogged to catch a ride down. As the doors closed you realised he must be the new guy. “Hi,” you introduced yourself, “I’m (Y/N).” “Niall,” he said. 'Ooh, he’s Irish you thought.’ “So, is this your fist time living in London?” You asked trying to be neighbourly and try to learn more about him– he was cute. “No, actually, I’ve lived here for a few years, but I decide to move to this area for a change of pace, it’s a bit less hectic.” “Yeah, it’s quite nice, I think,” You agreed. A bell dinged as reached the ground floor, and the doors slid open. “Well I’ll see you around I guess,” You said, leaving the small room. “Yeah,” He said. As you walked to the front doors you felt a hand on your arm. “Actually maybe I can see you sooner. This afternoon? Maybe we can grab lunch?” “Sounds great,” You smiled, glad you didn’t sleep in.

MASTERLIST

“C’mon Louis, we’re going to be late!” You call into the bathroom impatiently. “I’ll be ready in just a minute,” he reasures you. “I swear, Lou, you take longer on your hair than I do! ” You say shaking your head, just as Louis is walking out of the bathroom. “See I told you I wouldn’t take that long. The party doesn’t start ‘til I get there, anyways.” He laughs as you make your way towards the door. “What a diva.” you mumble, fully aware of the fact that he was in ear shot. 

Harry

The best way to start a Saturday morning is waking up without an alarm. Your eyes fluttered open and were met with the bright sunlight coming through the window, making you turn over to face Liam. His right arm was draped across your body as he slept peacefully beside you. You couod hear his soft breaths in the quiet room’s still air.You reached up to brushed a few stray hairs out of his eyes and felt his arm tighten up around you pulling you closer to his chest. You could feel him sigh as you snuggled into his warmth,  breathing in his chest. You pressed soft kisses to his bare skin. “Good morning,” you heard him whisper.

Harry smut

Me time  pt 2

Liam You’re best friends and he kisses you Your first date How you meet Waking Up // blurb  Running Late/ Stay

Louis You’re best friends and he kisses you Running Late // Blurb How you meet Your first date

Niall You’re best friends and he kisses you How you meet Stay

Zayn You’re best friends and he kisses you His birthday present to you How you meet

Harry You’re best friends and he kisses you How you meet Running late Stay (Change Your Ticket)