Horan & Payno

A Niall Horan one shot / blurb.

You laid in bed when you woke up, exhausted. You hadn’t done anything to make you so tired, but your mind had been in overdrive for days. You drew in a long sigh, you hated feeling like this. Like the weight of the world was sitting heavily on your chest. The heat of tears burned at your eyes, you didn’t even know why. This is just how you got.

On your good days anyone could find you laughing, loudly at a joke you told. Or find you happily smiling and reading a book on the couch at your house. You would sing and dance around with your boyfriend, Niall. You had energy to go out and be yourself and have fun.

But on the bad days, you felt so low. The darkness could hold you down to bed, or to sulking around the house. It could leave you with fake laughter that exhausted you. With sadness so overbearing that you couldn’t think straight.

It was exhausting putting on a front, and you hated doing it. Most of the time you had to, because putting into words how you felt was to much. You felt like it wouldn’t make sense if you tried. You didn’t want to burden the people that love you, with another mood that you couldn’t control but would take over your entire body.

You heard the bedroom door open, your eyes still burning with tears would make their way to the person entering.

Niall.

He stood smiling, a fresh coffee in his hands. You could smell it from where you laid. His shining white teeth showed as he made his way into the room, talking about his morning. He sat by your feet his accent speeding through his game of golf he left your bed to attend. You offered him a weak smile, and his eyebrows dipped immediately.

You loved hearing him talk about his passions. Music, golf, football. The way his eyes would light up, his voice would get louder as his excitement would grow. You loved it. But he stopped. His blue eyes fixated on you. One of his hands made its way up your leg as he rested his chin on you.

“What’s wrong?” His voice was softer than before, concern flooding the Irish accent you loved so much, but this was a loaded question.

You couldn’t pinpoint it.

Your mind was a hurricane of thoughts. Your anxieties would overflow and your thoughts would race with negative thoughts faster than you could stop them. You smiled weakly again, your lips trembling as you did.

“Nothing.” You lie, and the warm tears spilling down your face give it away.

“Baby.” He says even quieter now, so soft you almost don’t catch it. He climbs up the bed behind you, cuddling you in his arms. Tightly he holds you against his chest.

“Darling you don’t have to hold it… You don’t have to be afraid… You can go ahead and unload it, ‘cause you know it’ll be okay…” He sang softly. Your favorite song. You felt the tears fall faster as you cried harder. Your quiet tears turned into small gasps.

He just held you tighter.

He held you for a while, letting you cry it out.

You were insanely grateful.

He didn’t always understand what you were dealing with, but he damn well tried. He always made sure you knew that you could talk to him about anything. Everything. No matter how “crazy” you sounded. No matter how irrational your mind would make you think. He’d listen. He’d really listen, and do his best. He wouldn’t make you feel worse about yourself for thinking the way you did, the way you couldn’t control.

He always tried to cheer you up, but understood that sometimes you needed to just cry and let it out. He’d help you shower and get back into fresh PJs. He’d make sure you ate something, even if it was just bread and butter. He always made sure to be there for you the best way he could.

That’s all you ever wanted and needed in anyone.

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A Niall Horan one shot / blurb.

You laid in bed when you woke up, exhausted. You hadn’t done anything to make you so tired, but your mind had been in overdrive for days. You drew in a long sigh, you hated feeling like this. Like the weight of the world was sitting heavily on your chest. The heat of tears burned at your eyes, you didn’t even know why. This is just how you got.

On your good days anyone could find you laughing, loudly at a joke you told. Or find you happily smiling and reading a book on the couch at your house. You would sing and dance around with your boyfriend, Niall. You had energy to go out and be yourself and have fun.

But on the bad days, you felt so low. The darkness could hold you down to bed, or to sulking around the house. It could leave you with fake laughter that exhausted you. With sadness so overbearing that you couldn’t think straight.

It was exhausting putting on a front, and you hated doing it. Most of the time you had to, because putting into words how you felt was to much. You felt like it wouldn’t make sense if you tried. You didn’t want to burden the people that love you, with another mood that you couldn’t control but would take over your entire body.

You heard the bedroom door open, your eyes still burning with tears would make their way to the person entering.

Niall.

He stood smiling, a fresh coffee in his hands. You could smell it from where you laid. His shining white teeth showed as he made his way into the room, talking about his morning. He sat by your feet his accent speeding through his game of golf he left your bed to attend. You offered him a weak smile, and his eyebrows dipped immediately.

You loved hearing him talk about his passions. Music, golf, football. The way his eyes would light up, his voice would get louder as his excitement would grow. You loved it. But he stopped. His blue eyes fixated on you. One of his hands made its way up your leg as he rested his chin on you.

“What’s wrong?” His voice was softer than before, concern flooding the Irish accent you loved so much, but this was a loaded question.

You couldn’t pinpoint it.

Your mind was a hurricane of thoughts. Your anxieties would overflow and your thoughts would race with negative thoughts faster than you could stop them. You smiled weakly again, your lips trembling as you did.

“Nothing.” You lie, and the warm tears spilling down your face give it away.

“Baby.” He says even quieter now, so soft you almost don’t catch it. He climbs up the bed behind you, cuddling you in his arms. Tightly he holds you against his chest.

“Darling you don’t have to hold it… You don’t have to be afraid… You can go ahead and unload it, ‘cause you know it’ll be okay…” He sang softly. Your favorite song. You felt the tears fall faster as you cried harder. Your quiet tears turned into small gasps.

He just held you tighter.

He held you for a while, letting you cry it out.

You were insanely grateful.

He didn’t always understand what you were dealing with, but he damn well tried. He always made sure you knew that you could talk to him about anything. Everything. No matter how “crazy” you sounded. No matter how irrational your mind would make you think. He’d listen. He’d really listen, and do his best. He wouldn’t make you feel worse about yourself for thinking the way you did, the way you couldn’t control.

He always tried to cheer you up, but understood that sometimes you needed to just cry and let it out. He’d help you shower and get back into fresh PJs. He’d make sure you ate something, even if it was just bread and butter. He always made sure to be there for you the best way he could.

That’s all you ever wanted and needed in anyone.

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“I’m gonna need you on your knees”

Hey everyone! First I want to say, I hope you enjoy! I haven’t written in a really long time. But lately I’ve been inspired! I hope you enjoy this incredibly dirty smut!!!!!!! A few warnings: Daddy kink, dirty talk, and of course cursing! (NSFW) I hope you like it and share it with all the other Negan girls out there!

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You loved to tease Negan. Getting him all riled up until he absolutely had to have you. You knew what he liked. You knew exactly what you were doing wearing his favorite perfume he found on a run. The red lipstick that he loved to see you in. The jean shorts that clung perfectly to your ass and thighs. One of his white t-shirts. When you walked into the room where he held his meetings, knowing it would only be moments before his team of leaders joined him in the room. You knew it only took you bending over that long table of his to “reach for the map” to get him absolutely strung up on the idea of having you bent over in other ways.

“What’re you doing, princess?” He said, leaning back in his chair, gripping Lucille tightly, his smirk made him seem amused.

“I just thought you’d like some company before your team joins you.” You flash him a smile, before turning to face him, sliding your ass back onto the table, letting your legs swing off it, you leaned back, sticking out your chest enough to make him notice. You catch his gaze, just as his dark brown eyes examine you. He ran his tongue over his bottom lip, then bit down. He got closer, as you folded one leg over the other.

“Why do I feel like you’re trying to fuck with me?” He smirks. Definitely amused. And definitely turned on. He pulls you by your leg, and then thighs to pull you on top of him. You giggle as he does.

“I just wanted to keep you company.” You day, as innocent as possible, as he runs his rough hands over your thighs and around your ass. “What’s wrong, Daddy?” You ask, grinding into him. His grip on your bum tightens and you find your teeth sinking into your bottom lip, a devilish grin spreading across your lips, knowing that he was ready to take you right there.

But suddenly, “Negan we’re—“ a man’s voice interrupted and Negan shook his head. “SORRY!”

“You’re gonna get it.” He mumbled, his own mischievous smile appearing on his face. “Ladies and Gents come on in…. she was just leaving.” He sighed, as you slide away from him the smile stuck on your face, knowing happily you were in big trouble when he was done with this meeting.

When Negan entered the room you laid reading, but as soon as you noticed his presence you sat up. He made his way over to the bed and sighed sitting. He’d been having a rough couple of weeks, you instantly ran your hands over his broad shoulders.

“That shit you pulled earlier. Not okay.” He side eyed you as you sat next to him.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You muse, leaning into his lips, his hand on the side of your face stopping you from reaching them.

“Now I know damn well, darlin’, you know what the fuck I’m talking about.” He smirks, “that shit. Not cool.” He mumbles inches away from your lips, starting to tingle with anticipation. “And lying to me.” He tilts his head slightly. “Now I’m going to have to do something about that.” He says. “Go get my favorite scarf.” He commands and without hesitation you listen, going to get the red scarf he would usually wear. He stood up as you made your way back to him. “Now turn around.” He takes the scarf from your grip.

He moves hair from around your neck, his lips gently touched your neck. His hands slide up your sides, gripping at the white shirt, his white shirt, he pulls it over your head. Nothing underneath left your breasts exposed. His hands wander from your shoulders down your arms making your body shiver, leaving a trail of goosebumps down your arms. He placed both of them behind your back, and you felt the soft fabric from the scarf wrap around your wrists. Tightly he tied your hands immobile.

“I’m gonna need you on your knees.” He growled, in your ear, making you shiver again. You listened as he walked in front of you, your eyes drawn up to his. “Now that’s a beautiful sight.” He smiled down at you, a mischievous smile. His hands reached at his jeans and he quickly unbuckled his belt, as he took his pants off he held his erection in his hand.

You open your mouth before he orders it. he smirks as you do. “What a good girl.” He, husked, slowing placing the tip of his hard cock against your tongue. you close your mouth around him, sucking on the tip of it, swirling your tongue around, you pull back, sucking as you do.

“Open that mouth.” He demands again, “I want you to take all of me into that pretty mouth.” You do as he says, and this time he begins to slide himself into you. You feel him fill you as far as he can go, even gagging on him, your mouth filling with saliva you start to pull back a little. He groans, pushing his cock back in as deep as possible. Your eyes water, but you’re fine, and when you gag he pulls back.

He uses his hands to hold your mouth in place for him as he strokes into you slowly, and when you gag again he pulls his hard and wet cock out of your mouth. You gasp as he uses a hand to stroke himself, your saliva coating him. He groans.

“Now you’re going to look up at me.” He growls, “I want to see those pretty eyes as my cock is in your throat.” You nod and you breathe before he slides himself back into you. You look up at him as he hits the back of your throat. He moans, as he strokes into your mouth, a few times before pulling himself out again. “You gonna continue teasing me, doll?” He asks, before you can answer his cock is back in your mouth. He strokes into you a few more times, and pulls out when you gag again. “You are beautiful like this. With my cock in your mouth. Down on your knees, but I want you on that bed.” He helps you up, and beds you over the bed.

Your hands still immobilized left your head down against the sheets. A hard slap across your ass, surprises you and you whine, he rubs over the spot his hand landed and gives you another.

You can feel yourself getting more wet as he does this, and his hand running over the denim of your shorts doesn’t help. His hands yank at your shorts and he pulls them off you quickly and with ease.

“You’ve been so bad lately.” He purred. “Is this what you want?” He asks, his hand running over your ass, down to your wet pussy. You nod rapidly as he slowly pushes a finger into you. You moan out, and he pulls out of you, pushing in again with two fingers. “I can’t hear you darling you’re going to have to speak up.” His voice is taunting. He’s stroking his fingers in and out of you slowly, taking time to roll his wet fingers over your clit. You groan into the sheets clenching your hands tightly together, behind your back. He stops, abruptly.

“Negan please.” You beg, as you feel his erection against your clit, he slides himself along your wet pussy. You can’t control your moaning at this point, but you wanted— no, needed him inside of you.

“Just tell me what you want, baby.” He coos. “Or should I make you wait, like you made me wait.”

“Please fuck me, daddy.” You whine. He giggles, frustrating you further. You both knew who was really in charge. “Please.” You push your ass out toward him.

He chuckles again, but this time he pushes himself into you, full on, without any hesitation. He lets out a grunt as he does, and you cry out as he fills you. He starts grinding into you holding your hips in place as he does, your mouth falls open as you whimper.

It feels so good, him filling you. Helpless with your hands tied behind your back. You groan as he strokes into you harder than before. You feel it bubbling in your stomach, as he pulls you against him. He holds you steady not missing a beat his hands unwravelling the scarf from around your wrists. You hold onto his arm, across your chest as his short bearded chin rests on your shoulder.

“Now baby, I know how good youre feeling right now, but you’re not going to cum until I say so.” You can’t respond fully so you nod. “What was that darling, I can’t hear you.” He groans, he brings his big hand around your throat. The angle he was hitting you at was killing you.

“Yes.” You wine, using his opposite hand he brings it between your legs. He begins rubbing at your clit and you cry out again, throwing your head back. Megan knew exactly how to drive you insane. His deep moans and sighs into your neck turned you on enough.

“Please.” You whine. You’ve had enough. You could feel your body starting to shake.

“Please what?” He had to be near his own climax too, he bites into your shoulder as he starts getting sloppy with his thrusting. His eyes clenched shut and his hand tightened around your throat.

“Please—Daddy” you can barely mutter out, you beg.

“Hell.” He grunts, “we’re both going to cum.” He growls and with his word you let go. The rush sending you both into loud groans, as he lets you go, the two of you collapsing onto the bed.

“Fucking hell.” He sighed. You couldn’t move. Your body was tingling all over. You feel him pull you over to him, wrapping you in his arms. He kisses your lips finally, pulling away he mutters under his breath, “don’t fucking tease me, ever again.” And all you can do is giggle and plan out your next move.

Either my foot had hit my laptop when I fell onto my bed or I had died and was about to ascend to heaven. Whatever one it was, hearing a choir come out of nowhere scared the shit out of me.

My body jolted, clutching at my chest as my tears began to dry on my face. I listened to the beautiful sounds that were coming from my computer, feeling their voices fill my chest. My eyes shutting.

That was quickly halted when Harry’s voice had kicked in, guitars following after. I laughed, “This is such a Harry song.” I thought.

I looked to the title, “Only Angel”, this couldn’t be what I thought it was.

It seemed too similar to be coincidence.

“What’s it about?” I pushed, wanting to know more about how I had inspired him. “I can’t imagine that it’s family friendly.” I replied to which he laughed.

“Actually the opposite.” he said, his eyes seeming as if they were glued to mine. I raised my eyebrows as he continued, “It’s about how you’re an angel.”

This couldn’t be the song he was talking about, he couldn’t actually have a song he wrote about me on this album after everything we had been through.

“Open up your eyes, shut your mouth, and see that I’m still the only one who’s been in love with me.”

That hurt. Out of everything I had heard so far, that was by far the worst.

How could he think that? How could he think that he’s never felt love besides from himself? How could he think that I never loved him? Obviously I was right and I hadn’t been the one for him.

“I’ll guess I’ll be getting you stuck in between my teeth, and there’s nothing I can do about it.”

The fuck did that mean? That he was just dealing with me? That he was just stuck being my boyfriend? Maybe this is the truth part of the album. Maybe this is where he realized he didn’t need me or miss me anymore, but it finally set in that I was holding him back. I knew this would happen.

I had waited five minutes now, I had gone five minutes listening to the pounding on my door. I hadn’t responded yet he continued.

“Brooklyn, I know you’re in there! Open your fucking door!” he screamed over the consistent knocking.

We had gone to a club, as we usually did, we had only been dating about a week now and it felt too good to be true. I knew I was falling for him and it terrified me, so I did what I do best. I ran from the situation completely.

We were dancing together, his hands on my waist and I drove myself into him. I couldn’t stop myself from trying to absorb him into me, I needed more of him. I needed him to be as close as possible, I needed to breathe his air.

I looked into his eyes, his eyelids drooping as he looked to me with the softest smile on his lips. I wanted to tell him right there that I loved him. That I craved him more than anything or anyone I’ve ever craved before, and it was that moment that shock set in and I fled from him.

I ran all the way back to my apartment, him hot behind me but with everyone outside he was frequently stopped which I used to my advantage.

I had hoped he had given up, that he realized that this wasn’t worth fighting for since we hadn’t been together long. I was proven wrong, however, when his fist began to hit at my door to the point where it sounded like he could punch through it.

“Brooklyn! Talk to me! Why’d you leave?” he yelled and I mentally cursed at myself, knowing that if my neighbors didn’t already hate me, they would after tonight.

I sat on my floor, my arms wrapped around my legs that were pushed against my chest. I didn’t know what was wrong with me. I was happy. I felt happy. The happiest I’ve been in a long time and I couldn’t handle it.

“Brooklyn.. FUCK!” I heard him groan. “Fucking, fuck, fuck, goddammit.” he screeched, his tone deeper as the pounding stopped.

My eyes shot to the door as he rambled off more curses, getting progressively louder with each one. I sprung to my feet and rushed to the door, swinging it open so hard I thought I had cracked the wall behind it.

Harry stood in the hallway with his back to me, his hands clutched in front of him. “What did you do?” I looked back to my door where tiny splatters of red now spread across it.

He head snapped to where I stood, his eyes wide as he turned to face me, quickly hiding his hands behind his back. “Why didn’t you answer?” he deflected, his eyebrows lowering.

“Let me see your hand.” my hand reached out to him but he backed away, shaking his head. “Not until you answer my question.” he spoke, stepping closer to me.

“Not until you show me your hand.” I crossed my arms over my chest, tilting my balance onto my left foot. My hips jutting towards him. He eyed my body before bringing his lip in between his teeth.

“No, you’re not getting out of this with your sex eyes.” I exclaimed, my index finger pointing at him. He took another step closer to me, “Have I told you how much I love your outfit?” he asked, his voice low and rough.

“Harry.” I warned, my eyes dropping from him. I knew if I continued to look I would be his.

His left hand wrapped around my hip, nearly engulfing it completely. “You look incredible.” he whispered, his nose brushing against my forehead. I let out a jagged breath, shaking my head. “Harry..” I started before he cut me off.

“Now. Now. It’s impolite to interrupt.” he spoke, his lips centimeters from my ear. I shuttered, feeling his grip on me tighten. “Such an inappropriate outfit. Nearly half naked.” he grinned as his teeth grazed my neck.

My body felt like it was on fire, we hadn’t been this close since the night we met. “Couldn’t take you home to my mother dressed like that.” he continued, his lips sweetly kissing just below my ear. “That’s why you like me though.” I sighed, my throat hoarse.

If it wasn’t for his hips against mine, I wouldn’t be able to stand. He was the only one to ever have this effect on me. “My bad little angel.” he continued, his other hand swinging from behind his back to pull me forward by my dress fabric. His lips colliding with mine harshly.

I could feel his teeth on my bottom lip as I opened my mouth for him, both of us inhaling deeply as he pushed his tongue into my mouth.

My eyes opened, “How did this happen?” I thought to myself. “We were just fighting a second ago.. I left him and locked him out.. I must look good in this outfit.. or it could be that we’re both pretty drunk.. but I’ll pretend it’s the outfit.” I rambled as he continued to kiss me. My brain too scattered, my eyes opened as I looked to take in my outfit.

My hands were pushing against his chest when I had caught sight of his hand. “What? What’s wrong?” he asked, bringing his attention to where my eyes were. His knuckles were busted open, small splinters adorning the cuts.

“Harry!” I gasped, my hands clutching his. I had to use both of mine to hold up just one of his. “What the fuck?!” I exclaimed, looking at it more carefully. He quickly pulled his hand from mine, “’m fine!” he slurred, leaning in again.

My hand grabbed his face, stopping him from leaning further. He pouted, a small huff coming from his squished lips. “Babe.” he moaned, “Gimme kiss.” he stomped as I brought my attention back to his hand.

He pushed forward, falling into me, my hands clutching the wall behind me for stability while his hands fell behind me on the wall near my shoulders. His body pressing into mine once more. “Harry, I need to fix your hand.” I groaned, not entirely angry with our current positions.

He dipped down, placing his hand against my bare thigh. “It could be broken.” I fought, fighting my mind from submitting to him.

“Does it feel broken?” he asked, his head in the crook of my head, peppering kisses against my collar bone.

He slowly raked his hand up my thigh, his nails softly scraping my skin as he reached my hip bone. The fabric of my dress resting against the top of his wrist, as my bottom half was practically exposed to anyone who wanted to walk by.

“Bet I could still do a lot of things with this hand.” he whispered, his fingers brushing softly over the band of my underwear. A whimper left my lips as I squirmed against his touch.

My dress fell down onto his hand as he let out a wince. The fabric brushing against his knuckles, “That’s it! Come on!” I said, my body rolling to my doorway that was only a few inches from where we were standing.

Harry fell against the wall, not expecting me to pull away from him so quickly. He then fell to the floor. “Baby.” he whined, giving up on trying to keep himself upright and laying on the floor between my apartment and the hallway.

“Get your ass in here.” I yelled, going into my bathroom to retrieve peroxide.

“My savior.” he mocked, crawling into my apartment. Probably too drunk to stand himself up again.

“Your angel!” I corrected, leaning my head back into my living room where he was inching himself up my couch. He let out a laugh, “My only angel.”

My head was spinning. There was no doubt in my mind that this song was about me.

Why had he kept it? He could’ve just deleted it, he could’ve just pretended that he never wrote the song, but he had finished it. He had recorded it, and he had put it on his album.

Why?

Maybe as a final goodbye.

I wouldn’t know unless I talked to him, which had become an increasingly good idea the more I drank.

“I talked to your brother.” he said nonchalantly.

“Don’t think now’s the best time to talk about him.” I laughed, looking down to my straddled position on his hips. His hands under his shirt I was wearing, to rest firmly against my back.

“You’re probably right, but I didn’t have time to talk previous to this.” Harry laughed, looking at me with a glare. Knowing that after the weekend we had with my parents I had practically jumped him as soon as we signed them off.

I rolled my eyes which earned a slap against my ass as he smiled and bit his lip. His hips jutting up as I lifted slightly from the pressure.

“What did you guys talk about, since we’re at the point of our relationship where we can talk about my relatives while I’m on top of you.” I joked, earning a groan back. “Fuck off.” he said as I nodded. “Okay.”

I lifted my leg from him to lay at his side but he quickly moved his hands to keep me in place on his waist.

“Well, after your parents talked about your troubled past.” he started, his fingers moving to twirl at the ends of my hair.

“I don’t think me being a drunk teenager counts as a ‘troubled past’.” I remarked, he placed a finger at my lips to shush me. I laughed, “Go on.” I mumbled, his finger still pressed against my mouth.

“He said not to let them scare me off, that you’ve really changed since you met me.” he explained, his finger moving to massage my cheek. “That you seem like an angel, he almost sound concerned.” he spoke, a laugh spilling from his lips.

I shrugged, “I try my best.”

“They don’t get to see your devilish side much.” he smirked, his hands falling back to grip at my waist under his shirt. I pushed my hips forward, “That’s only for you.” I flirted, to which his hissed.

“Teasing isn’t nice, kitten.” he warned, the look he gave me I had seen many times in the past couple months. The one that told me I was about to deal with some consequences, consequences that I was prepared to deal with without hesitation.

“All talk.” I cooed, my hips falling back against his harshly. His grip on my waist was sure to leave bruises but it was the best kind of pain. A giggle fell from my lips as he regained his composure.

He growled, flipping me onto my back as he hovered above me. “What was that, love?” he asked, before biting down on my neck. My body molded into his, lifting from the bed to meet him. “Nothing.” I lied, our eyes meeting as I bit my bottom lip.

“Sounded like ‘all talk’, but I might be mistaken because you’d never doubt me. Right?” his voice was enough to make my body burn, he sounded so in control. It was a turn on.

He kissed down my neck as I squirmed against him, still not prepared for another round after our last. “Sensitive?” he laughed, his hand trailing up my inner thigh. I jolted, nodding my head.

“Too bad.” he smirked before biting at my neck again.

Still confused, I brought the wine to my mouth.

“My only angel.” I laughed bitterly, “There’s no way that he isn’t trying to hurt me.” I said to myself, still not understanding why he needed to add this song to this album.

I tried to rationalize it since it started, the only option was passive aggressiveness. There was no way that he would keep a song about me on here without the intent of me hearing it and it upsetting me.

My only angel. HIS only angel.

This album came out months after we had split, I wasn’t his only angel. Not anymore.

I wish I was, but I wasn’t.

“How long has it been?” Lily asked, her body laying against our table. I had decided it was time for Harry to meet some of my friends, and what a better place than a bar to do that.

“A little over a week.” Harry answered, his lips kissing at my head. I was sat in his lap, holding both of our drinks as his arms wrapped tighter around my ribs.

“Surprised you’ve kept her that long.” Lily and I’s friend, Stephanie, sneered. She took a sip from her drink, her eyes never meeting any of ours.

My friendship with Stephanie was the type of friendship that was better in small doses. We almost always clashed if we spent more than an hour together. She was passive aggressive and never happy, she loved to make passing comments about how I lived my life.

She had wanted Harry the second he walked into the bar alone, practically called 'dibs’ as he began to walk towards the table. When she saw he was the one they were there to meet, the comments hadn’t stopped.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Lily asked before I could, she shrugged. “You know, she’s not the best with being committed.” she added, stirring her straw in her drink.

“No, I don’t know what you mean.” I hissed, Harry keeping his arms firmly around me. His lips kissing my bare shoulder, attempting to silently calm me.

“You just have a habit of leaving guys high and dry.” she said, and my face paled.

She wasn’t wrong, I wasn’t the best with breaking things off. Even if the relationship was horrible, as most of mine had been, I couldn’t have “the talk” with partners.

But that wasn’t her business to tell, Harry and I had only been together for a small while and I didn’t want anything to risk us being together. I would never do that to him.

“She’s not getting away from me that easily.” Harry chimed in, kissing at my shoulder once more.

“Yeah, good luck with that.” she finished off her drink.

“Who would be better for him? You?” I laughed bitterly, I hadn’t wanted Harry to see me like this this early in our relationship. She smiled, “Maybe.” she added as she winked to him. He audibly groaned which made me laugh.

I leaned forward on the table, “Over your dead body.” I spat, venom dripping from my every word.

She looked at me, shocked as Harry brought me back to his chest. A smile plastered across his face as he forced my head to face him, smashing his lips against mine.

Stephanie sighed, “Disgusting.”

“You need to get up and leave, right fucking now.” Lily spoke lowly, her tone pointed and angry.

“Now.” I turned back and added before she could protest. She huffed, standing up and grabbing her things before she headed towards the door. Turning back once more before staring directly at him, “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” she spoke before winking at him.

If it wasn’t for Harry I would’ve ripped her eyes out of her skull so she could never wink at him again. His arms pulled me into him using little to no force. She darted out before I could get my breathing to steady.

“Why do we hang out with her?” Lily joked, shaking her head as she looked to me with worried eyes.

“Because she’s your friend.” I added, taking a mouthful of my drink. Lily laughed, “I thought she was yours! I fucking hate her!”

“What part of our relationship indicated we were friends?!” I shouted, a smile returning to my face as I looked to her flabbergasted.

“I don’t know what you guys were talking about, she seemed nice.” Harry added, which caused us all to fill the room with laughter.

She was right.

She had called it that night, that I would leave him high and dry. He was so confident that I wouldn’t and I had. If anything it only angered me more. I hated that she was right, that I had done exactly what she said that I would.

I wonder if he remembered that.

Of course he did, it was a line in the fucking song. I wondered how many nights he thought about that exact moment and how he probably should’ve just left that night. How he should’ve listened to her warning and avoided this all from happening.

The song came to an end and I felt more sorry for myself than I had before. I had no right to be upset, this was my fault. All of this could’ve been avoided if I hadn’t left.

But I did leave and now I had to deal with these feelings. These horrible, shitty feelings.

“But it was all for the fucking best.” I mocked myself, chugging the wine to erase any feelings I had.

“Bring it on, Harold.” I sloppily hissed, ready to hear what else he wanted to throw at me.

“Daddy’s has to work hard today so he can spoil you later.”

“That’s right baby doll, swing the mallet just like daddy showed you.”

“I’m in a rush little one, whatever you want just charge it to daddy’s credit card.”

Harry: I thought you were going to say “time your trips outside girls’ schools.”