i want your belly

Pairing: Jeff/Harry

Rating: Explicit 

Word Count: 3,409

you are allowed to take a break. you don’t have to write if you don’t feel like it.

everyone has their own pace. it doesn’t matter if you write one page or ten pages a day, you are still a writer.

your first draft is going to suck. every first draft or every book has sucked. i’ll get better and better as you edit. that’s what editing is for, making your work actually good.

experiment. try out new routines, new styles, new genres. it’ll never harm you. you’ll gain experience and become a better writer. you’ll understand what suits you and what doesn’t.

you don’t need publishing to be a writer. publishing is just an option but if you don’t want to you can just keep your writing to yourself.

if you write, then you’re a writer. no matter how much experience you have, what genre you write, if you are published or not. you are a writer.

everyone is different. everyone has a different style so find your own and rock it. search for inspiration but ultimately focus on what allows you to express your ideas in the best way possible.

Blurb Synopsis: Although thousands of miles away, you wouldn’t give up guitar lessons with your boyfriend, Niall, for anything. Even if he can be a little shit.

  Genre: Lots of fluff, although a little sad. 

Word Count: 4.5k words 

Pairing: Niall x Reader

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The red circle blinks in front of your eyes. Your eyes flit to your hands that begin to move effortlessly, music coming from them. Well, actually it’s coming from the guitar strings you play. Picking the strings, you play a D suspended chord before moving to the G major 7. A smile bends your lips when you play the next chord, B minor 7 without a hiccup, and the A suspended chord too. But when you get to the G major 6 chord, your fingers struggle with where to go on the strings. You stop there and make a funny face at the camera. The red circle stops blinking and you exhale, feeling the nerves worsen. 

Now your fingers tap along the screen, a message composing before your eyes. 

Does this sound better?

With the guitar sitting in your lap, you hit the send button. Saving the message, you swipe over to the home screen. After viewing a few snaps from friends, you reply with random selfies and messages. When you return to the home screen, the arrow in front of his name is empty. Opening the conversation again, his little brunette haired bitmoji pops up. A white cloud above his head with an ellipses appears too. Niall is typing, it says. The sound of a bubble popping greets your ears and new words appear. 

sounds good luv. but looks like ur struggling with that last chord. here’s a tip - the 2nd time u play the lil sequence through, use the same finger to press down for the same two notes on that string. way easier than adding another finger to the mix. does that make sense ? xx

AU: It's a great responsibility babysitting someone else's kid. However, when a friend asked Niall and Harry to take care of their little toddler for a day, they couldn't agree any sooner.

The first hour went well with Harry playing with the baby in the yard, he would help her get on the little slide that they ordered, alongside a giant sandbox and some other toys, right after they were asked to babysit.

("YES! Sure! Oh, She'll be fiiine!... we promise!...see ya then!" Harry hung up and immediately turned to Niall "We NEED some toys, Niall, we don't have ANY TOY HERE! how are we supposed to keep her ENTERTAINED?! Don't think me jugglin' would be much of a help. Ya think!?"

He scrunched his nose and looked for an answer in Niall's face.

"Don't panic Harold, We'll order a bunch!" He giggled and walked away to grab his laptop. "Last time I remember they had a slide she was always playin' with, let's get it then.")

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The second hour didn't end up alright actually. The sudden thundershower ruined the sandcastle they were about to finish and Harry immediately took her inside. Standing behind the window, they both witnessed their masterpiece turning to a damp ball of sand.

"Well...how unfortunate WE are!" He muttered and kissed her nose.

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"How's our chef doin' in here?"

Harry said as he walked in the kitchen holding the baby.

"Alright! It's her snack time! 'ere, Feed her some milk and banana. Will ya!?

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"Wait- just a banana and milk?! Thought they were more of a Mac and cheese family." He stared at the baby "aren't ya?"

"Well not in our organic dairy-free gluten-free household."

Niall laughed and gave him some bread crust that he was slicing to make a sandwich. "But ya get what ya want so don't be fussy eh?!"

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As the rain didn't stop for hours and all the baby stuff were totally soaked outside, they truly couldn't do much to keep her entertained. Niall tried to teach her guitar like she would know what he did, and Harry gave up at the fifth round of juggling kiwis as the baby ran away to Niall, grabbed the hem of his shirt and whimpered:

"Har...Harrey don' gimme...KIWIS!! Get'im Ni!!"

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So then basically what these three did to kill the remaining hours was to run after each other, throwing fruits and pillows and little balls to each other's face (not the baby ofc!) Until she got too tired and fell sleep on the couch.

By the sound of the doorbell they looked at the baby sleeping so peacefully and realized:

hi all! I wrote this last month and decided today was the day to edit and post it, Hope everyone is well! Here is the AO3 link for anyone who prefers that as well!

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Harry doesn’t say much else, he knows Niall doesn’t need a heart to heart so he opts for a hug, the kind where he pulls Niall in by the waist and buries his face in the crook of his neck, Harry’s personal favourite kind of hug. He lingers for a minute longer than he usually does because he’s not quite ready to leave their bubble; he’s not ready to share Niall.

Or that time Louis may or may not have known what he was doing when setting them up on a blind double date (and not with each other)

Basically @stylishmuser​ and I screamed about this look for about 30 minutes and I wrote this. Oops?

This contains smut, so please no readers under 18 please and thank you.

open up your fruit (cake)

by anonymous

 It’s less painful than Jeff anticipated, asking, “Let me eat you out?”

 “Can I shower first?”

 It’s a completely reasonable request, but Jeff isn’t sure how to tell him that the whole point is that he wants Harry just as he is, natural and dirty in the best way. So he just says, “You don’t have to,” like he isn’t toeing the edge of a cliff he’s never dared to jump off.

Or, Harry is sweaty and hasn’t shaved in weeks, and Jeff wants every part of him.

9. things we never needed to say out loud

(ma'am this is a Narry blog but since I love you I tried 🤣)

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Niall grabs the guitar on his side, just as Taylor walked in with Benjamin in tow. Plops beside him, just as he dabbles on the guitar with a melody that's been bugging his head for a while now.

“That the song 'bout him?” Taylor asks, and Niall scoffs, but not saying anything. She probably knows it anyway.

“Is this what you called me for? To talk about your ex?” she teases, and he can't help but chuckle because,

“He's your ex too,” he says, and as if he could forget that. Spent weeks in constant confusion on why he wasn't okay with the idea of Harry and Taylor. But that was in the past now.

“Yeah,” she mumbles, tone sort of wistful, almost reminiscent. He can't blame her. “Was he as good to you the way he was to me?” she asks, and there's not judgement on her tone. Just mere curiosity.

“Harry's a good person through and through,” Niall starts, and he can't help but come to his defense, doesn't mean for his words to come out sharp but, took a look at her and she seems to understand. “He's got a lot of love to give, and the idea of love interests him, and sometimes, he becomes fascinated with it too much, and it's not always a good thing,” he adds. He, of all people, should know.

i ABSOLUTELY DID! AND YOU KNOW THAT NIALL TALKING ABOUT BABIES, AROUND BABIES, ALLUDING TO CHILDREN OR HOLDING THEM IS MY KRYPTONITE RIGHT? A FULL MESS. SO IT IS ONLY FAIR FOR YOU TO TRAVEL DOWN THAT HOLE ALONG WITH ME!!  I WOULD APOLOGIZE BUT IM NOT REALLLY SORRY… HAHAHAHA 

💗💗 💗💗 💗💗 💗💗 💗💗💗💗 💗💗

He laid on the couch, his head resting comfortably near your stomach as you both had your phones and various baby books scattered around you. After finding out the sex of the baby a few days ago it finally dawned on you both that your daughter actually needed a name.  Niall of course was already thrown because in his mind he felt he needed to have his son first, just so that a boy could help look after his sister.  

Niall’s wife reminded him  they would raise a daughter to make sure she was more than capable to take care of herself. “Me number one girls name is ‘Harper’ “ Niall said with conviction, his pen hitting his book. “I’ve always loved the name and I want me daughter to be Harper Horan” 

“And thats fine for you, but you’re having a daughter with me and I am telling you that i don’t want the name Harper”

His eyebrows reacted almost instantly turning to look up at his wife in confusion. “why not?” 

“because Harper has been in the top 10 most popular names for kids for the past decade. I don’t want our daughter to be one of three Harpers everyone knows. I want her to feel unique, special.” His wife explained scrolling through her phone and casually writing something in her book. “Plus the name just means a person who plays a harp. Don’t you think our daughter should have a name with more personality and meaning…? “

“No i don’t” he answered sarcastically because he still felt convicted in his personal love of the name.  “Fine, what are you choices?” he turns dropping his book on the coffee table to look at her expectedly. Almost reflexively his fingers gently rub the bottom of her belly under the tour shirt she’s wearing. 

“I don’t have a top five. I’m still looking.” She expresses reaching up to gently push back his soft fluffy hair. “I like the alliteration of the double HH, it would look good. So maybe Hannah, it means in God’s favor or grace.” She sighed saying  the name out loud to try to determine if she likes it “ Hannah Horan…?“

“i thought you didn’t want a common name? Everyone is named Hannah” Niall throws back obviously in his feelings about his name being shot down immediately. “Your mot’er doesn’t listen to me.. always thinks- ow!” Niall frowns when his wife playfully tugged on his hair. 

Niall’s wife gently rubs over her baby bump “Your dad forgets that mommy is always right” Giving her husband a wide grin. “We’d have to be careful with a middle name with an alliteration, we couldn’t do a middle name that begins with a vowel or she’d be HAH, HEH..” immediately starting to giggle as she continues to think about it “HUH…”

“What are ye’goin on about, love?” 

“What if we went Hannah Harper Horan….?” barely able to get the suggestion out through giggles. “She’d be the new Triple H…” falling deeper into a laughing fit as she had to get up after the wrestling reference, talk about being tough. 

“Now Where ya off to…?”