ＨｅａｒｔＯｆ１Ｄ

╰☆☆ ᴀ ǫᴜɪᴇᴛ ᴀғᴛᴇʀɴᴏᴏɴ, ᴀɴ ᴀɴᴛɪǫᴜᴇ ʙᴏᴏᴋsᴛᴏʀᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴏɴᴇ sʜᴀʀᴇᴅ ʙᴏᴏᴋ. ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴅɪғғᴇʀᴇɴᴛ, sʜᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ʟɪᴀᴍ—ᴀ sᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏᴇᴅ ᴀʀᴍs, ᴀ ᴄᴏᴍғᴏʀᴛɪɴɢ sᴍɪʟᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sᴛᴀʏᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇʀ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ғɪʀsᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴠᴇʀsᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ. ᴡʜᴀᴛ sᴛᴀʀᴛs ᴀs ᴀ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴇɴᴄᴏᴜɴᴛᴇʀ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴡᴏᴏᴅᴇɴ sʜᴇʟᴠᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴏʟᴅ ᴘᴀɢᴇs sʟᴏᴡʟʏ ᴛᴜʀɴs ɪɴᴛᴏ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ғᴇᴇʟs ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴘᴇʀғᴇᴄᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀᴄᴄɪᴅᴇɴᴛᴀʟ. 

╰☆☆ ᴡᴄ: ~𝟻𝟻𝟶 ᴡᴏʀᴅs

╰☆☆ ᴄᴡ: ғʟᴜғғ, ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ᴄᴜᴛᴇ, sᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀs ᴛᴏ ᴘᴏᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴀʟ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀs, ʙᴏᴏᴋsᴛᴏʀᴇ sᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ, ғɪʀsᴛ ᴍᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ, sᴏғᴛ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ, ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɪɴsᴇʀᴛ (ʏ/ɴ)

╰☆☆ ᴀ/ɴ: sᴏʀʀʏ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇʟᴀʏ ɢᴜʏs, ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪs ᴏɴᴇ. sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ғʟᴜғғʏ ᴀɴᴅ sᴏғᴛ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇᴇᴋ! 

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Today was a nice day, so I decided to go on a walk. The sky was clear, and the air was crisp but not uncomfortable against my skin; the clouds looked round and puffy, as if they were made of cotton candy.

I stumbled across a small antique bookstore I’d never seen before. A sign on the window caught my attention: “Books up to 30% off,” so I decided to go inside. As I walked through the door, the cozy and warm ambiance surrounded me; it felt as if a warm hug had wrapped around me.

Everything was made of wood: the bookshelves, the flooring, the stairs, and even the counter. I immersed myself in the store, walking through the aisles. A kind lady welcomed me and showed me around a little; I decided to start in the romance/poetry section. I was looking for something new to read—a palate cleanser. I’m mostly interested in suspense and mystery books, so it was time for a change.

As I browsed the shelves and stacks upon stacks of books, I found one that caught my attention. I reached for it, but at the same time, someone else did.

“Oh, I’m sorry…” a warm and sweet voice said. “Go ahead.”

I turned my gaze toward him. A brown-haired guy with a gentle smile was standing beside me.

“Thank you,” I said in a shaky voice. I hate being a nuisance to anybody.

“Sorry, I didn’t catch your name,” he said. “I’m Liam, nice to meet you. That’s a nice book you got there; I’ve been looking for it all around the city.”

He chuckled. His tone was comforting, and I could see his eyes soften as he smiled again.

“(Y/N). Nice to meet you too.” I looked down at the book in my hands. “So… have you read it before?”

Oh my god, what a stupid question, I thought.

“Well…” He gently took the book from my hands. “Not this one, but I’ve read some other works by the same author.”

He handed the book back to me.

“Guess I’ll see you around.”

And as quickly as he arrived, he left.

He had such a peaceful, velvety voice that I knew I wouldn’t be able to forget it. I kept looking around for a couple more minutes and grabbed a few more books until I realized it was enough—or my bank account was going to suffer.

I was walking toward the counter when I saw him again. This time, I got a better glimpse of him. His arms were covered in tattoos; he was wearing a white T-shirt that hinted at the artwork beneath the sleeves.

He must have felt me staring because he turned around and started walking toward me.

“Hey, (Y/N), I was hoping to catch you before you left.” He scratched the back of his head. “Would you like to… um…”

“Yes,” I said. “I would love to.”

The cashier called me to pay for the books I was carrying.

Liam and I left the store together and walked across the street to grab a coffee. We talked for hours about books and our favorite authors. He was an insightful, caring man with such a warm personality.

This was definitely the change I needed.

╰☆☆ ᴀ/ɴ: ʜᴇʏ ɢᴜʏs, ʜᴏᴡ ᴡᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴇᴇᴋᴇɴᴅ? ᴍɪɴᴇ ᴡᴀs ɪɴ -ᴢᴀʏɴ (ɪɴsᴀɴᴇ) ɪ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ᴛᴏ sᴇᴇ ᴢᴀʏɴ ᴍᴀʟɪᴋ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋᴏɴɴᴀᴋᴏʟ ᴛᴏᴜʀ!! ɪ ᴡᴀs sᴏ ᴇxᴄɪᴛᴇᴅ, sᴏ ᴄʀᴀᴢʏ ʜᴏᴡ ʜᴇ sᴛʀɪᴋᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴀs ᴀ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴇxᴛʀᴏᴠᴇʀᴛ ᴄᴏɴғɪᴅᴇɴᴛ ᴍᴀɴ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ɪs ᴛᴏᴛᴀʟʟʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴘᴘᴏsɪᴛᴇ. ʙᴛᴡ, ʜᴇ ɪs ᴀs ʜᴀɴᴅsᴏᴍᴇ ᴀs ᴡᴇ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ.

╰☆☆ ᴀ/ɴ: ɪ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴘᴘᴏʀᴛᴜɴɪᴛʏ ᴛᴏ sᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏʏs ʟɪᴠᴇ, sᴏ ɪ'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ sᴇᴇɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀs sᴏʟᴏ ᴀʀᴛɪsᴛs ɴᴏᴡ. ɪ'ᴠᴇ sᴇᴇɴ ʜᴀʀʀʏ, ɴɪᴀʟʟ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴡ ᴢᴀʏɴ, ɪᴍ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴғɪɴɪᴛʏ sᴛᴏɴᴇs ʜᴀʜᴀʜᴀ

╰☆☆ ᴀ/ɴ: ᴡᴇʟʟ, ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴜʏs ʟɪᴋᴇᴅ ᴛʜɪs sʜᴏʀᴛ sᴛᴏʀʏ. ɪ ᴡᴀs ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏᴅ ᴏғ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ, ᴡᴀʀᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴀᴛ ғɪʀsᴛ sɪɢʜᴛ-ɪsʜ. ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴏɴ ᴛʀᴀᴄᴋ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀʟᴇɴᴅᴀʀ ɪ ᴘᴏsᴛᴇᴅ, ɪ sᴡᴇᴀʀ!!

★·.·´¯`·.·★ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴡᴇᴇᴋ ★·.·´¯`·.·★

Hello guys, how are you? I´ve been REALLY MIA, and I'm so sorry about that. We're back to our regular schedule this friday with something that tbh I've been subconsciously procrastinating to write.

It´s been a while since I've written stories about this guys, specially Liam so, to be really honest, feels weird to me. Since Liam's passing life hasn't been feeling real, and I bet this has happened to you to. And when I was feeling strong enough, Niall realeased "End of an Era".

Its so crazy how the same man who started One Direction was closing the chapter with a song, for him, for us, for them.

Grief is such a weird emotion to feel, its like a ghost, its there all the time but you can almost never see it (or feel it) until it decides to sorround you completely.

Well, on another more happy note, I made this small planner for the rest of the month of june so you know what to expect from me. I'll try my best(est) to publish as follows:

Starting this friday you'll be recieving a One Shot, as we used to call short one page stories in the old days, about Liam and a bookstore may be involved.

Next friday 19, a short story, maybe a couple of parts about you and Niall taking pictures and making memories together.

And last but not least, friday 26, you and Harry go on a movie date and it turns out to be something different than you expected. Maybe the theater runs out of power or rain starts pouring as soon as you come out of the movie.

Oh and I almost forgot, Monday 15th you'll have and extra surprise, be ready!!

╰☆☆ ᴀ/ɴ: ɪ ᴡʀᴏᴛᴇ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ ʜᴀʜᴀʜᴀ. ᴛʟᴅ: ɪ'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ɢʀᴇɪᴠɪɴɢ ʟɪᴀᴍ ᴀɴᴅ 𝟷ᴅ sᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴛʜɪs ʟᴀs ᴄᴏᴜᴘʟᴇ ᴏғ ᴅᴀʏs. ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴍ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ɴᴏᴡ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜɪs ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ᴄᴀʟᴇɴᴅᴀʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ᴘʟᴀɴ. 

╰☆☆ ᴀ/ɴ: ʙᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ, ʙᴄ ɪ'ᴍ sᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ.

★·.·´¯`·.·★ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴡᴇᴇᴋ ★·.·´¯`·.·★

╰☆☆ ᴢᴀʏɴ ɪs ᴏɴ ᴀ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛᴏᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇs ᴛᴏ sᴘᴇɴᴅ ʜɪs ᴅᴏᴡɴᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ. ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴢᴇ ʜᴏᴡ ɪᴍᴘᴏʀᴛᴀɴᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴏғ ᴀ ᴘʀɪᴏʀɪᴛʏ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴘʀᴇsᴇɴᴛ ɪɴ ʜɪs ʟɪғᴇ. ʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴇʀsᴘᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴏɴ ʜɪᴍ ʙᴇɪɴɢ sᴜᴘᴇʀғɪᴄɪᴀʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀɴᴛɪɴɢ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴛᴜʀɴs ᴏᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛs ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ/ғᴇᴇʟ ɴᴏʀᴍᴀʟ ғᴏʀ ᴀ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ.

╰☆☆ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 𝟶.𝟽ᴋ

╰☆☆ ᴄᴡ: ғʟᴜғғ – sʟɪᴄᴇ ᴏғ ʟɪғᴇ – ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴘʀɪᴏʀɪᴛʏ – ʟᴏᴠɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴠᴇ ʙᴏʏғʀɪᴇɴᴅ

╰☆☆ ᴀ/ɴ: sᴏʀʀʏ ɢᴜʏs ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇʟᴀʏ, ʜᴇʀᴇ's ᴢᴀʏɴ's ᴏs ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴀ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ ʙᴏʏғʀɪᴇɴᴅ ɪғ ɪ sᴀʏ sᴏ ᴍʏsᴇʟғ ʜᴀʜᴀ. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇxᴛ sᴀᴛᴜʀᴅᴀʏ ғᴏʀ ʟɪᴀᴍ's!!

You’re sitting on the couch, the remote in your right hand while surfing the channels looking for something to watch. Zayn comes out of the room, trying to sort his messy hair while taking a big yawn before plopping on the couch next to you, resting his head on your lap.

Hello guys!! Happy New Year everyone!! I hope you had an amazing time with your folks or friends, whatever suited you best this year :)))

Hey, I KNOW Im a LIIIIITTLE late. But its been a challenge to get back into the routine after 2 weeks of vacations, can you belive that?? I got TWO weeks!! Hahah

So, I'm writing this post just to let you know that this weekend we're going back to our usual programming.

I will continue with 1D's One Shots, next on the list:

╰☆☆ ᴢᴀʏɴ 

╰☆☆ ʟɪᴀᴍ 

After that I might start writting a full on fan fic, would you be willing to read it?? Im open to requests for the fic or for other stuff too!!!

That's the plan for right now, in terms of days I'll be posting... There's no specific date at the moment, just expect the posts to be up on the weekend!!

We'll read each other soon!

*•.¸♡ -ғ.ғ.𝟷ᴅ ♡¸.•*

ONE DIRECTION - NIALL HORAN

╰☆☆ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴀ sʜᴏᴡ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ɴɪᴀʟʟ sɪᴛ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ɪɴ sɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ, ʜᴇᴀᴠʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴇxʜᴀᴜsᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴜɴsᴘᴏᴋᴇɴ ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢs. ʏᴏᴜ ᴄɪʀᴄʟᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʟᴏsᴇɴᴇss, ᴄʜᴏᴏsɪɴɢ ᴄᴏᴍғᴏʀᴛ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴄᴏɴғᴇssɪᴏɴ. ʙᴏᴛʜ sᴛᴀʏ, ᴘʀᴇᴛᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʙᴏɴᴅ ɪs sᴛɪʟʟ ᴏɴʟʏ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅsʜɪᴘ.

╰☆☆ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 𝟶.𝟺ᴋ

╰☆☆ ᴄᴡ: ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀs · sʟᴏᴡ ʙᴜʀɴ · ᴍᴜᴛᴜᴀʟ ᴘɪɴɪɴɢ · ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ sᴀғᴇᴛʏ · ᴏɴᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏᴏ ʟᴀᴛᴇ (ᴏʀ ᴊᴜsᴛ ɪɴ ᴛɪᴍᴇ)

╰☆☆ ᴀ/ɴ: ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴀ sᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ᴘᴏsᴛ ғᴏʀ ᴍᴇ, ɪ ᴡʀᴏᴛᴇ ᴛʜɪs ғᴏʀ ᴍʏ sɪsᴛᴇʀ ᴡʜᴏsᴇ ғᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ᴛʀᴏᴘᴇ ɪs ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀs ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪs ᴏɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏɴʟʏ ғᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀ ɪs ɴɪᴀʟʟ ʜᴏʀᴀɴ. ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴜʏs ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪᴛ! 

｡ ˚ ︶︶✩︶︶‌ ₊ ˚ ︶︶✩︶︶‌ ｡˚ ︶︶✩︶︶‌ ₊ ˚ ︶︶✩︶︶‌ ｡˚ ︶︶✩︶︶‌ ₊ ˚

Niall sat cross-legged on the bed, guitar against his thigh, fingers idly plucking silent strings. I lay on the carpet beside him, back to the mattress, staring at the ceiling. Faint echoes of screaming fans lingered in my ears. My chest felt tight—not from the noise, but from the way the world kept pulling him away, one tour at a time. Niall didn’t notice. Or maybe he did, but didn’t know how to say it. He hummed, low and warm, and I wondered when loving him had begun to hurt so quietly that I learned to live with it.

The strings went quiet.

“You okay?” Niall asked softly, not looking at me. His voice was tired in a way that went deeper than long flights and late shows, like he’d been carrying something heavy for too long and didn’t know where to set it down.

“Yeah,” I said too quickly. He glanced at me then, blue eyes searching, as if he knew but didn’t want to push.

“Long day,” he murmured, thumb tracing the guitar’s edge. “Feels like every day drags lately.” He exhaled and reclined on his hands. “Sometimes I don’t even know where we are until I hear the crowd.”

I shifted closer to the bed. “You don’t have to be ‘on’ in here, you know. It’s just me.”

Niall let out a quiet laugh, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “That’s the problem, isn’t it?” he said, then stopped. His jaw tightened, words almost surfacing. He shook his head. “Never mind.”

I sat up, close enough for our hands to brush. The contact felt safe, yet a dull ache twisted inside me, longing. “You can talk to me,” I said gently, watching his face for any sign he might open up. “You always do.”

He looked at our hands touching, then at his feet. “I know,” he whispered. “I just… don’t want to ruin it.”

“Ruin what?”

Us, he almost said. I saw it in the way his mouth parted, in the way his shoulders sagged like he was too tired to keep pretending everything was fine. Instead, he shrugged, offering me a small, apologetic smile. “You being here. You always know how to make it better.”

I swallowed, heart thudding with anxiety. I wanted to tell him I was already ruined, that loving him was muscle memory, that it hurt most when he was close and my chest tightened. But I stayed quiet, my hands clenched in my lap. This was how we survived: orbiting truth without touching it.

Niall reached out then, squeezing my hand once—quick, grounding, almost instinctive. “Stay a bit?” he asked.

“Always,” I said, and we both pretended that word didn’t mean more than friendship already did.

╰☆☆ ᴀ/ɴ: ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴏʀ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ!! ɢᴜʏs ɪ'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ sᴏ ᴇxᴄɪᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ, ɪᴛ ғᴇᴇʟs sᴏ ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟ ғᴏʀ ᴍᴇ. ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇs ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴀʀᴇs. ʜᴏᴘᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ.

╰☆☆ ᴀ/ɴ: ᴘ.s. ɪᴍ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴛᴏ sᴜɢɢᴇsᴛɪᴏɴs, ɴᴇxᴛ ᴜᴘ ɪs ᴢᴀʏɴ's ᴏɴᴇ sʜᴏᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ғɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ʟɪᴀᴍ's, ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀɴʏ sᴜɢɢᴇsᴛɪᴏɴs ғᴇᴇʟ ғʀᴇᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴏʀ ᴅᴍ ᴍᴇ. ɪ ᴀʟsᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʙʟᴏɢ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ɪ'ʟʟ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴘᴏsᴛɪɴɢ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛʏᴘᴇ ᴏғ sᴛᴏʀɪᴇs, sᴛɪʟʟ ғɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴs ᴊᴜsᴛ ɴᴏɴ ғᴀɴ ᴏɴᴇs ʜᴀʜᴀ.

★·.·´¯`·.·★ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ɴᴇᴡ ʏᴇᴀʀs!! ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʏᴏᴜ sᴏᴏɴ ★·.·´¯`·.·★

ᴏɴᴇ ᴅɪʀᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ - ʟᴏᴜɪs ᴛᴏᴍʟɪsᴏɴ 

╰☆☆ sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ᴛᴡᴏ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴄɪʀᴄʟᴇ ᴀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ’ʀᴇ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴀғʀᴀɪᴅ ᴛᴏ ɴᴀᴍᴇ, ʜɪᴅɪɴɢ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ᴊᴏᴋᴇs, sɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛɪᴍɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ғᴇᴇʟs ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ʀᴇᴀᴄʜ. ʏᴇᴀʀs ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ, ᴀ sᴏɴɢ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇs ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴏғ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʟᴏsᴛ ᴡᴀsɴ’ᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴏʀ ᴄɪʀᴄᴜᴍsᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ—ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʀᴀɢᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴛᴀʏ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ᴡᴀs ᴏᴠᴇʀ.

(ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ’ᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴ) 

╰☆☆ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 𝟶.𝟽ᴋ

╰☆☆ ᴄᴡ: ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀs · ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ sᴜᴘᴘʀᴇssɪᴏɴ · ᴍɪsᴄᴏᴍᴍᴜɴɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ · ᴜɴsᴀɪᴅ ᴄᴏɴғᴇssɪᴏɴ · ʜᴜʀᴛ / ɴᴏ ᴄᴏᴍғᴏʀᴛ

╰☆☆ ᴀ/ɴ: ɪ'ᴍ ᴏᴋᴀʏ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴏʀʀʏ, ʜᴀʜᴀ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴛᴏᴏ ʙɪᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴏ sᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜɪs sᴛᴏʀɪᴇs ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ... ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴘʀᴏᴍɪsᴇ ɪ'ʟʟ ᴘᴏsᴛ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴜᴘʙᴇᴀᴛ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴡᴇᴇᴋ!

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Louis was louder tonight, but not with his usual effortless charm that made everyone laugh without thinking. Tonight, his jokes were sharp, each one carefully placed as if he was patching up a crack he was terrified might split open. The room was a blur of voices and music, but I still caught the way his laughter faltered, how it never quite reached his eyes when he looked at me. We’d been friends long enough for me to know he wanted to say something, but couldn’t. So I stayed still, pretending not to notice, because with Louis, seeing too much was dangerous. If I acknowledged it, something between us would break free, and neither of us would survive the fallout.

ᴏɴᴇ ᴅɪʀᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ - ʜᴀʀʀʏ sᴛʏʟᴇs

╰☆☆ 🇸‌🇺‌🇲‌🇲‌🇦‌🇷‌🇾‌: 🇾‌🇴‌🇺‌ 🇩‌🇮‌🇩‌🇳‌’🇹‌ 🇧‌🇷‌🇪‌🇦‌🇰‌ 🇺‌🇵‌ 🇧‌🇪‌🇨‌🇦‌🇺‌🇸‌🇪‌ 🇾‌🇴‌🇺‌ 🇸‌🇹‌🇴‌🇵‌🇵‌🇪‌🇩‌ 🇱‌🇴‌🇻‌🇮‌🇳‌🇬‌ 🇪‌🇦‌🇨‌🇭‌ 🇴‌🇹‌🇭‌🇪‌🇷‌—🇾‌🇴‌🇺‌ 🇧‌🇷‌🇴‌🇰‌🇪‌ 🇺‌🇵‌ 🇧‌🇪‌🇨‌🇦‌🇺‌🇸‌🇪‌ 🇹‌🇮‌🇲‌🇮‌🇳‌🇬‌ 🇷‌🇺‌🇮‌🇳‌🇪‌🇩‌ 🇪‌🇻‌🇪‌🇷‌🇾‌🇹‌🇭‌🇮‌🇳‌🇬‌.

╰☆☆ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 𝟷ᴋ

╰☆☆ ᴄᴡ: ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ, ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ᴛɪᴍᴇ. ᴜɴᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ʀᴇᴜɴɪᴏɴ. ᴍᴜᴛᴜᴀʟ ᴘɪɴɪɴɢ. ʙɪᴛᴛᴇʀsᴡᴇᴇᴛ ɢᴏᴏᴅʙʏᴇ.

╰☆☆ ᴀ/ɴ: ɪ ғᴇʟᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴛᴇᴇɴᴀɢᴇʀ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪs, ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ʙᴇ ᴀ ʙɪᴛ ᴏғ ᴀ ʙᴀsɪᴄ ᴘʀᴇᴅɪᴄᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ɪ'ʟʟ ᴀᴅᴍɪᴛ ɪᴍ ᴀ sᴜᴄᴋᴇʀ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ "ɪ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ's". ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴜʏs ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴛʜɪs sʜᴏʀᴛ sᴛᴏʀʏ.

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I could feel the cold rain. It felt like needles against my skin. The worst thing that can happen in this city during winter is an unexpected downpour. I walked quickly, looking for shelter. The rain was coming down so hard that I could barely see. I knew I was near Nonna's Café, but with this rain, I couldn't see where I was going.

I took a few more steps. Finally, through the heavy rain, the café's bright sign appeared. Relief. I jogged toward it and rushed inside. As soon as I opened the door, warmth enveloped me like a blanket. I took off my soaked coat and hung it on the rack near the entrance. I wrung out my hair. It dripped. I headed toward the counter.

"The weather's unpredictable, isn't it?" the guy behind the register said, shaking his head. "This morning didn't look like it would rain." He snorted at my drenched appearance. I laughed, feeling self-conscious, and nodded.

"This city's like that—always ready for rain or thunder," I sighed, hugging myself for warmth.

"What can I get you?" he asked, focused on the register keys. "A cappuccino," I replied. I just needed something warm and a place to sit. He smiled and processed my order. I handed him my last bill—exactly enough.

I sat down on a cushioned chair, knowing I'd be there for a while. I pulled out my phone and scrolled through social media. After a few minutes, the bell rang for my order. I stood up, walked slowly but purposefully, and picked up my cup, warming my hands around it.

Just as I sipped my coffee, the door opened. A tall, curly-haired guy, soaked from the rain, entered and approached the counter. I glanced back at my cup, but something about him felt familiar. He ordered, “Vanilla latte with a caramel pump.” My eyes widened—no one else said “pump” with an accent like that. "Cold, please," he added.

It can’t be. My chest tightens. Impossible. Only he would order a cold drink in winter. My heart pounds as I glance his way. Could it be? No, impossible. Wild hope and dread mingle. He doesn’t belong in this city. His life is elsewhere now. But it’s been years. Since One Direction. Since Harry. Since me.

I stood up, trying to get out as fast as I could. I couldn't see him. He couldn't see me—like this. My momentum was so strong that I didn't have time to move the table. I ended up knocking over my cup. The crash was loud. It sounded like the most significant noise in the world, or at least that's what this quiet place made it seem.

The curly-haired boy looked at me, recognition flashing in his eyes. I couldn't deny it—it was Harry. "Only you would make such a fuss getting my attention," he muttered, his soft, familiar laugh making me ache with nostalgia. He grabbed his drink while I bent down, hands shaking, to clean the mess. "Come on, let me help you." Harry returned with napkins and wiped up the brown puddle. I kept my eyes averted, cheeks burning.

We sat at another table, both subdued, the air thick with unresolved questions. The coffee guy kindly brought me another cup, his small kindness magnified by my raw nerves. I swallowed hard. "I didn't think I'd see you again," I said, staring down at my trembling hands holding the warm cup.

"I know. I hadn't planned to return," he said, voice flat and pained. "We expected a few more years touring, but things changed—the band broke up, as you probably know."

I remembered reading about the alleged conflict that ended the band, though I doubted that—they were like brothers. "Are you still in touch with the guys?" I asked. Harry nodded. "For now, everyone’s doing different things, but they’re fine." He shifted, looking uncomfortable. "And you?" He met my eyes.

I froze for a moment. I miss that forest-green color, that deep, penetrating gaze that could hypnotize you just by looking at him. “I’m fine,” I said, voice barely above a whisper, unable to hide my hesitation, and his frown revealed he knew I wasn’t. A desperate urge to reach out warred with my instinct to retreat as I watched his fingers anxiously tap his glass.

“I still write songs about people who aren’t in my life anymore.” A vulnerable admission. Our knees touched under the table, and I shifted away, overwhelmed by the old lightning bolt of attraction and uncertainty. Harry smiled at me, eyes gentle and understanding, stirring a bittersweet ache.

We talked until sunlight hit the table, the hours blurring with old memories, sadness, and hope mingling as we caught up on years apart. When the sun finally broke through, I hesitated, sadness and gratitude warring in my chest. "It was nice, catching up."

“Yeah. It was.” We stood simultaneously. Harry helped me with my coat. “Thanks,” I said, tucking my hair and putting my hands in my sleeves. Harry opened the door, letting me go out before him.

For a moment, we stood together outside. Neither of us moved. Both of us wished this moment would never end. I hesitated. "I have to go…" My voice faltered. I paused for a long time. Harry shook his head, as if to clear his thoughts. "Me too..."

We stepped closer. We said goodbye one last time. I hugged him. The scent of his cologne filled my nose. A sea of memories flooded my mind—so many years. I could feel Harry's embrace tighten. He held me a little longer. We were both thinking the same thing. It was time for me to go.

I slowly pulled away. Every instinct told me to stay in his arms. Harry took my chin gently. Our eyes met—his gaze soft but searching. He smiled. He pressed a kiss on my forehead. His hands traveled down my arms. Then they found my palms. Our fingers interlaced tightly. As if he, too, wished he could hold onto this moment.

We let go, traded bittersweet smiles, and said goodbye, our parting heavy with unspoken emotion—just like that night.

╰☆☆ ᴀ/ɴ: ғᴜʟʟ ᴏғ ɴᴏsᴛᴀʟɢɪᴀ ᴀs ɪ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴏғ ᴛʜɪs sᴛᴏʀʏ. ᴍʏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ sᴋɪʟʟs ᴀʀᴇɴ'ᴛ ᴀs sʜᴀʀᴘ ᴀs ɪ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ʜᴀʜᴀ. ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴜʏs ʟɪᴋᴇᴅ ᴛʜɪs sᴛᴏʀʏ ᴘʟs ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢ ғᴏʀ ᴍᴏʀᴇ!!

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Hello everyone!! I´m starting this 1D fan fiction blog for two main reasons. I've been having the urge to come back to my roots, haha, what I used to do and love when I was a teen.

AAAAAND to have some sort of reconection with the fanfic/writing scene.

I'm really excited to come back to this writing world!! When I was younger I used to have a Wattpad account and post religiously every day if I could. Remember those times when Wattpad was free and had no ads?? I miss those days haha.

If you like 1D and fanfictions, I hope you stay around.

𝒮𝑒𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝑜𝑜𝓃

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