#reason 5

Won't Say I'm In Love

Chapters: 6/6, 21298 Fandom: One Direction (Band) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson Characters: Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson, Bebe Rexha, Steve Aoki, Liam Payne Additional Tags: Mentioned Niall Horan, Louis' friends make a short appearance, Alternate Universe - College/University, Frat Boy Harry, Football Player Harry, talking about, American Football, Music Student Louis, Louis and Bebe are adorable friends, Fluff, Fluff and Smut, No Angst, okay just a little bit of angst Summary:

Reason #5 - Revenge

Of course Harry had to bring his hands together in front of his chest, and pout while pleading for a chance. Louis wasn’t falling for his charm, although he had to give it to him, he had upgraded his game. Good for him. That was the part where Louis should not-so-politely decline and move on with his life. That’s what any normal person would do. Not Louis, though.

“Alright, Styles. One date.”

Reason to have sex #5 - Revenge

Pairing: Balthazar x Reader/ Reader x Nameless OC

Word count: 360

Warnings: Mentions of smut, cheating, angst?

Revenge

His seed drips down your inner thigh, you shift uncomfortably. You should've gone to the restroom and washed up but everything happened too fast.

The heels of your new, blue shoes echoed down the service corridor, your vision blurred because of the tears. How could he? How could he invite her to the wedding!!?

Your lungs burned from the lack of air, your stomach hurt, your ears buzzed but somehow it felt like you were watching it all from above.

The smooth voice broke you out of your trance and when you looked up from your spot on the cold ground he was standing there.

“Who are you? How you get here?” You pushed your disheveled hair from your eyes, the makeup was ruined too, though you couldn't care less.

“Just think of me as some sort of guardian angel.” He shrugged, extending his hand to you.

You'd never know if it was his British accent and the way he carried himself around. The freaking deep v-neck and black blazer or the fact that he exuded sexuality. Either way you let him take you, right there at the fire escape.

The tulles of your dress crumpled around your chest, the crotchless panties you bought specially for your wedding night christened by this strange, incredibly hot but strange man all the same.

Right after it finished and he let your feet touch the floor again the big door flew open and your maid of honor came running through.

“Y/N, here you are! What happened?? You know what never mind, the photographer wants to make a shoot just of you!”>/p>

She pulled you by the hand and as you followed behind your head whipped around, he was no longer there.

You stand  in front of your new husband, a glass of champagne on your hands, the photographer instructing how to interlace your arms, you plan on showering before you get into bed with him, although he finding the traces of another man in you might be the perfect revenge for him inviting his one night stand from a couple of years back, even if she still is his sister's best friend.