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disclaimer: own nothing/know nothing/obviously. completely fictionalised.
summary: it hits louis now, how fucking close to the precipice they’re standing. or, an au feat. investment banking and children.
“Where would you like me to put this, lady?” I turned away from the box I was unpacking to look at the mover. He was holding out an elegant purple lamp with a beaded shade. “The living room is fine for now. All the small stuff I’ll move around later. I just need the larger things set up.” He nodded and disappeared down the hall. With a sigh I turned back to the box my hands had been rifling through. I had sworn I’d placed my notebooks in this one, but they were nowhere to be found. “Well miss, that’s everything.” I turned back to the mover, my hand running through my hair. “Alright, just let me get my checkbook.” I quickly wrote him a check and walked him to the door.
As I watched the men pack into the truck and drive away I gave a friendly wave. They had been a massive help after all. The sun was high in the noon sky and I squinted as I glanced over my new neighborhood: Primrose Hill— a prominent area of London where the wealthy and famous gathered for privacy and accommodations. Somehow, someway, I was one of them now. I wrinkled my nose at the thought; it would take some getting used to.
It was a risk giving them both a note to meet me in the locker room, but a risk I was willing to take. Maybe it was because I had been reading romance novels lately, or that I had been celibate for a few months or maybe watching them run back and forth on a soccer field was a turn on. Whatever the reason, I had built up enough courage and sexual frustration to attempt to make one of my fantasies come true. I wasn’t sure if they would go along with it but I intended on giving it my best effort in making it happen.
Summary: He stares at the dildo some more, then places it carefully back on top of the condoms and lube and slides the drawer closed. He’s just going to forget he ever saw it; that’s the only thing to do, really. He and Harry are best mates but if Harry’s never mentioned to him that he sometimes gets lads off in his bed with toys, well, that’s apparently Harry’s business to keep. Nick’s fine about it.
Category: One-shot (5931)
(The worst part is that Nick wasn’t even supposed to be at Harry’s. Finchy had offered Nick to stay at his while Nick was getting his floors done, but only went and changed his mind when he realized it was the same week his mum was coming. Of course Harry overheard the conversation and insisted, and that, pretty much was that. Still, though, if you look at it that way maybe this whole thing isn’t Nick’s fault at all. Maybe it’s Finchy’sfault, the bastard.
That’s the story Nick’s going to stick with at least.)
uhh..my sister writes it and she is terrible at starting one shots and never ending them…
so probably a long ways away but if you are looking for zayn fan fiction check out http://thefemalehitch.tumblr.com/lostinthismask
that’s her fan fiction she writes about zayn that she actually does update.
No it isn’t but the likely hood it gets updated soon are slim to none since my sister(the one that wrote it) has like 8 stories going and every time she starts a one shot, she can’t finish it
but if you are looking for a zayn fan fiction go to thefemalehitch.tumblr.com/lostinthismask
that’s her long fan fiction she writes about zayn
Niall says it’ll be fun, but Harry’s not so sure. It’s not every day that a guy jerks off in front of his boyfriend.
WARNING THIS IS AN ADULT SMUT SHOT
Please do not read:
-If you are easily offended
-Under the age of 17.
I say 17 because you really aren’t supposed to be here unless you’re 18 (because thats the law where I’m from), but I understand and accept that sex is occuring below the age of 18.
HOWEVER, PLEASE DO NOT TELL ME YOU ARE READING THESE IF YOU ARE UNDERAGE.
It allows me to avoid legal issues and not know how badly I’m corrupting my followers.
You would think after three years of marriage I would have been tired of him by now.
That I would be used to the soft fluttering in my stomach every time he smiled at me. Or that I could get my heart to stop racing every time he touched me, or leaned in for a kiss. Yet no matter what happened, no matter how many days I check marked off our family calendar in our big kitchen, nothing changed the way I felt about him.
I wouldn’t say we had the perfect life, but I would be lying if I said I didn’t always wake up with a smile.
Probably because every morning since two weeks ago today our 2 year old toddler decided to wake daddy up by counting the number of tattoos that he had on his body. Her tiny little moppet curls sitting straight up on her head, and a look of pure concentration as she tried like hell to remember the number passed five. It also didn’t help that her forever faithful companion, a large half wolf half husky dog, was laying right next to her. His big fluffy white head encompassing her entire lap as she tried to move past his fur. It really was quite the picture, and one I would never get tired of.
“Oh so we’re finally awake huh sleeping beauty?” As always the familiar purr of Zayn’s silky voice had my heart skipping a beat as I turned my head towards his. His voice had been low, trying not to distract our darling girl from her counting as his hand reached out carefully to push a stray piece of hair behind my ear.
“Mommy!” Too late my little girl had noticed I was awake and had launched herself into my arms, peppering little kisses across my cheeks as a wind chime esque giggle surrounded me.
“There’s my princess! WHAT are you doing up so EARLY?” I’d flipped us over and had her beneath me in a second, my nose nuzzle against her in a playful attempt to tickle her as her squeals of delight filled the room. Of course Balto, our Husky, couldn’t be left out of the play decided to join in my parking loudly and jumping up to try and lick both mine and my daughters face.
Zayn’s loud laughter mixed with my daughters as we all pretended to tickle fight each other on the bed, Balto and myself being tackled by Zayn, all while my daughter cried loudly that SHE wanted to play too.
It really wasn’t perfect, but it was everything I’d ever wanted.
Wow, you should definitely go read this, so good
Thanks! I (Allie) write it. I’m not sure if there will be or not. I try to leave each chapter open-ended so that I can continue it if I want, but it was literally months between 3 & 4.
“Vivienne are you even paying attention?” I jerked up my head to meet my brother’s gaze, blushing as I realized I had once again been daydreaming while he spoke. “Of course I am, Richard.” He raised his eyebrows as if to say ‘yeah right.’
I glanced down at the files in my lap, barely seeing anything. “Can we hurry this along, I’ve got an extremely busy day planned with the books release being tomorrow and all.” He rolled his eyes, “Don’t be snooty Viv, I was simply here to remind you about your celebratory dinner tonight at my house.”
I could feel my face redden, “Oh, right, that.” He sighed at me, “You forgot?”
I scowled, “Of course not! I simply just forgot what day it was. What time do I need to be there again?”