kmedwards ASKED: That would be lovely. Someone should tell the staff people. But will you send me a message when you do make a wattpad? Like I had said I don't get on as often as I wish.

Of course I will, thank you for letting me know! x

kmedwards ASKED: Do you have a wattpad? I'm trying to get all the stories that I read on there because it's easier for me to keep track of. I don't get on tumblr all that often but if I do it's normally on my phone, so I don't get to see who all updated their stories.

Not yet, I’m in the process of trying to organize all of the stories I’ve made, then make them into files, then post them up on wattpad whenever I get the chance to make one. I really wish tumblr would make an update where you could see all the links on someone’s page though!

Anonymous ASKED: Hi! Can you ship me please? I have brown/blonde/red hair and brown eyes. I am obsessed with the internet, eating, writing, and quoting from my friends "she's funnier than louis" i guess im a comedian. though i love making people laugh. im pretty much the girl version of louis, except i suck at singing. im sassy! i dont take life seriously. thanks bae!

Hi babe!

I ship you with: (of course I mean why not your personality is amaze)

Best friends:

k so I think tumblr won’t let me post more than one gif, so MAJOR FAIL HAHA. I was going to post a gif of Liam and Niall as your best friends, and Harry as your secret admirer! sorry this was kind of lame hun ):

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Normal 
part 3 
You woke up to a groan coming from your bed. You, unfortunately, had to take care of Katie the whole night. She ended up falling asleep on your bed, as you had to sleep on the cold floor.
"What now Katie?" You sighed.
"I feel like shit." She mumbled into the pillow. Before you could speak, you hear your doorbell ring. You cursed under your breath, not planning to get up any time soon. The doorbell rang again, and you both groaned. You knew if you stood up, you’d be shot with the worst headache. You barely remembered getting home yesterday, but you quickly became sober once Katie started throwing up everywhere.
"Remind me not to ever drink, ever again." You got up and walked down stairs. As you walked down, you see a familiar figure that you couldn’t remember the name of. You opened the door to see a One Direction member but you forgot his name.
"(Y/N), nice to see you again."
"Again?" Your mind was filled with questions, but it was interrupted with him laughing. It comes back to realization to notice that he was Liam, the asshole that kept getting in your way last night. "Oh, right, forgot." You rubbed your temples. "Why are you here?" You cleared your throat, changing your tone to the angry side of yours that opened the door.
"Came to check up on you guys. How’s Katie?"
"Why can’t you just call her and ask?"
"Are you usually this rude to people?"
"No, just famous people." You shrugged. "Bye!" You closed the door on him, only to be pushed back by Liam.
"What do you want? I have the worst headache ever and you’re only making it worse." You spat.
"Then stop being stubborn."
"Who are you to tell me what to do? Oh right, you’re famous. What am I, your slave now? Do you want me to go over to your house and fold your clothes, make your meals, clean your dishes?" You teased.
"Is that why you’re being mean? Because I’m ‘famous’?" He air quotes with his fingers. "There’s more to me than just being famous."
"More to that? What more can you be?"
"Well," Liam started. Footsteps walked down the stairs and he looks over my shoulder, I look back. Katie’s out of bed, looking like the hottest woman ever. 
"Good morning Katie." Liam said.
"Hey Liam." She said, walking to the kitchen for water.
You look back at Liam with his usual smirk on his face. It was like he was asking you if he could come in with his mind or something.
"Come in." You gave in.
-
You thought Liam would only drop by and say hi, but that wasn’t the case. He decided he’d talk to Katie until she got a ride home from Haley.
"You know since Katie left you can leave, right?" You said.
"Yeah, but I thought I’d stay to get to know Katie’s best friend a bit more." He sighed.
"There’s nothing to know about me."
"Maybe you’d get to learn about me then."
"I don’t want to know anything about you." You smiled.
"You’re still on about me being famous, aren’t you?"
"Clearly."
"What’s so bad about me being famous?"
"Famous guys brag about themselves. About their awards, their fans, their girlfriends, their amazing lives, and I have a feeling that you’d do that."
"Have you heard me anytime in the last two days talk about any of that bullshit? Nope."
"I suppose you would, maybe ease into this little friendship you call and then start bragging about your life each time." You shrugged. 
"Oh shut up. How is it that you even have friends?" He asked. Your jaw dropped and you pushed him.
Your phone started to ring on the table and Liam grabbed it.
"Liam give me my phone."
"Nope." He smiled. You reached for it in his hands but he moved it everywhere. He raised it in the air. You jumped for it and grabbed it, answering the phone.
"(Y/N), where the bloody hell are you? You’re ten minutes late for work, and there’s the longest line at the cashier. Get your ass here before I reconsider your job here." Tom screamed into the phone. You sulk down and mentally slapped yourself.
"I’ll," You sighed. "Be there in no longer than ten minutes." You hung up.
"What happened?" Liam asked.
"You need to go." You said as serious as possible. Liam thought you were joking. "Now. I’m late for work and I might lose my job, just leave." You pushed him out of the door.
"(Y/N) wait-" You closed the door on him and ran up the stairs, racing to change into your clothes.
You just met this guy.
And he ruined two days of your life, in a row.

Normal

part 3 

You woke up to a groan coming from your bed. You, unfortunately, had to take care of Katie the whole night. She ended up falling asleep on your bed, as you had to sleep on the cold floor.

"What now Katie?" You sighed.

"I feel like shit." She mumbled into the pillow. Before you could speak, you hear your doorbell ring. You cursed under your breath, not planning to get up any time soon. The doorbell rang again, and you both groaned. You knew if you stood up, you’d be shot with the worst headache. You barely remembered getting home yesterday, but you quickly became sober once Katie started throwing up everywhere.

"Remind me not to ever drink, ever again." You got up and walked down stairs. As you walked down, you see a familiar figure that you couldn’t remember the name of. You opened the door to see a One Direction member but you forgot his name.

"(Y/N), nice to see you again."

"Again?" Your mind was filled with questions, but it was interrupted with him laughing. It comes back to realization to notice that he was Liam, the asshole that kept getting in your way last night. "Oh, right, forgot." You rubbed your temples. "Why are you here?" You cleared your throat, changing your tone to the angry side of yours that opened the door.

"Came to check up on you guys. How’s Katie?"

"Why can’t you just call her and ask?"

"Are you usually this rude to people?"

"No, just famous people." You shrugged. "Bye!" You closed the door on him, only to be pushed back by Liam.

"What do you want? I have the worst headache ever and you’re only making it worse." You spat.

"Then stop being stubborn."

"Who are you to tell me what to do? Oh right, you’re famous. What am I, your slave now? Do you want me to go over to your house and fold your clothes, make your meals, clean your dishes?" You teased.

"Is that why you’re being mean? Because I’m ‘famous’?" He air quotes with his fingers. "There’s more to me than just being famous."

"More to that? What more can you be?"

"Well," Liam started. Footsteps walked down the stairs and he looks over my shoulder, I look back. Katie’s out of bed, looking like the hottest woman ever. 

"Good morning Katie." Liam said.

"Hey Liam." She said, walking to the kitchen for water.

You look back at Liam with his usual smirk on his face. It was like he was asking you if he could come in with his mind or something.

"Come in." You gave in.

-

You thought Liam would only drop by and say hi, but that wasn’t the case. He decided he’d talk to Katie until she got a ride home from Haley.

"You know since Katie left you can leave, right?" You said.

"Yeah, but I thought I’d stay to get to know Katie’s best friend a bit more." He sighed.

"There’s nothing to know about me."

"Maybe you’d get to learn about me then."

"I don’t want to know anything about you." You smiled.

"You’re still on about me being famous, aren’t you?"

"Clearly."

"What’s so bad about me being famous?"

"Famous guys brag about themselves. About their awards, their fans, their girlfriends, their amazing lives, and I have a feeling that you’d do that."

"Have you heard me anytime in the last two days talk about any of that bullshit? Nope."

"I suppose you would, maybe ease into this little friendship you call and then start bragging about your life each time." You shrugged.

"Oh shut up. How is it that you even have friends?" He asked. Your jaw dropped and you pushed him.

Your phone started to ring on the table and Liam grabbed it.

"Liam give me my phone."

"Nope." He smiled. You reached for it in his hands but he moved it everywhere. He raised it in the air. You jumped for it and grabbed it, answering the phone.

"(Y/N), where the bloody hell are you? You’re ten minutes late for work, and there’s the longest line at the cashier. Get your ass here before I reconsider your job here." Tom screamed into the phone. You sulk down and mentally slapped yourself.

"I’ll," You sighed. "Be there in no longer than ten minutes." You hung up.

"What happened?" Liam asked.

"You need to go." You said as serious as possible. Liam thought you were joking. "Now. I’m late for work and I might lose my job, just leave." You pushed him out of the door.

"(Y/N) wait-" You closed the door on him and ran up the stairs, racing to change into your clothes.

You just met this guy.

And he ruined two days of your life, in a row.

2 months ago
kmedwards ASKED: Are you going to finish Normal?

yes i am! i’m sorry you’ve been waiting. x

4 months ago   •   21 notes
Diner Girl
(based on A Cinderella Story with Hilary Duff & Chad Murray)
Your dad owns a restaurant, the most popular restaurant around town. It’s a diner actually - roller blades, booth seats, aprons, uniforms, a regular diner. You work there, and fortunately, you get paid a lot of money. That is until Cruella Divel showed up and stole the show. Your dad passed away, leaving his new wife aka your evil stepmother in charge and renaming the restaurant.
As you continue to work and get no pay check whatsoever, you’re crushing on this one boy on the soccer team, Niall Horan. Of course, he’s the popular, perfect, guy with a popular, perfect girlfriend. But you felt like she only liked him for his soccer skills and his appearance. That’s what caught you, but the more you looked at him, the more you saw a different person and you could read him like an open book.
"Hey (Y/N), can you take table six for me? These roller blades are killing me and I need to take a little breather." Your co-worker said. Your eyes scanned to table six and saw Niall, his friends, his girlfriend, and his girlfriend’s best friends.
"I don’t think I can." You stuttered as you shove napkins in the napkin holder.
"You can hun, you can." She said.
"Fine." You grabbed your pen and paper, skating to their table.
"Oh what do you know, it’s diner girl." Niall’s girlfriend said.
"Can I get you guys something to drink?" You asked. You wrote down their orders. As soon as it gets to Niall’s girlfriend…
"What can I get here that has no sugar, no carbs, and is fat free?"
"Water?" You said. Niall hid a laugh but it was noticeable.
"Yeah, whatever." She rolled her eyes.
It was your cue to leave, so you skated back and got their orders. You got back and you realized that the only person back at the table was Niall.
"Did everyone leave?" You asked.
"Yeah, sorry about that. Here, thanks for serving us." He gave you money and left his table.
…
You see him again at the diner a week later and he looked upset. He already received his meal, so you didn’t know what to do. You notice his coffee cup is half empty.
"More coffee?" You asked.
"Do you ever have this feeling where you never get to do what you want and you’re just bossed around?" He ignored your question.
"Yeah, exactly." You nodded.
"It annoys the shit out of me." He shook his head and looked down at his plate. "Anyways, are you coming to homecoming tonight?" He looked up at you and you were speechless.
"Oh, yeah. Yeah, I’m gonna be there."
"Cool, then I’ll see you there. And thanks, by the way, for listening." He paid for his meal and left.
…
You arrive to homecoming and see many couples. The popular crowd judging every girl’s outfit and fishing for compliments. The football team being obvious guys and looking at every girl’s junk.
And then your eyes pass by Niall’s and his date, which is obviously his girlfriend. He doesn’t seem too amused with her though, she looks happier than him. Maybe it had to deal with the mini-conversation he gave you earlier today?
Now you’re here, stumped without a date, waiting for your best friend to arrive. When he does, he finds someone attractive that flirts with him and unfortunately leaves you alone. You find the bleachers and decide to sit down. Your elbow is leaning on your knee, and your foot is tapping along to the rhythm of the music.
"Mind if I join you?" Niall’s in front of you with fruit punch in his hands.
"Not at all." You smiled weakly. It was confusing, he wasn’t with his girlfriend and instead he was here, with you.
"Enjoying the party so far?"
"Loving it," You said sarcastically. "A lot, you have no idea." He laughs which makes your adrenaline pump. You’ve heard his laugh so many times, but you were never the one to make him laugh. You began to question yourself if this was real, and you pinch yourself.
It’s real.
"So, where’s your date?" He asked.
"Well, I was planning to go with my best friend but it turns out he has a date, so now I’m here."
"That’s a bummer."
"Where’s your date?" You asked him.
"She’s down there begging the host to nominate her as homecoming queen and me as homecoming king."
"You should be down there with her to, pretty sure she’ll be upset if she doesn’t get homecoming queen."
"No it’s fine, I’d rather stay up here then be desperate with them down there." He shrugged.
"Okay, well I’m pretty boring." You looked at him and he smiled.
"Well, boring lady, would you like to dance with me?" He stood up and held his hand out.
"I don’t dance." You shook your head.
"Then this is a good time to learn."
"Your girlfriend will be mad."
"Sucks for her." He grabbed your hand and dragged you onto the dance floor. He had one arm around your waist and his other holding your hand. You had your arm around his shoulder and the other holding his hand. You both stepped around and you definitely stepped on his foot a few times but he shook off the pain. He looked over your shoulder in annoyance and said,
"Here comes trouble in 3, 2,-"
"Niall?! What are you doing dancing with her?!" His girlfriend broke the space between you two.
"You were too busy flirting with the host and your boyfriend got bored." You said casually.
"Really Niall? Out of all girls, you choose to dance with the diner girl?" She found it amusing, so did the crowd that formed around you three. You heard laughing and diner girl everywhere.
"She’s not just a diner girl, she has all the other features that you don’t have. Kind, understanding, and a great dancer." He said. Your jaw dropped and eyes widened.
What?
"Fine, then I’m breaking up with you." She said confidently.
"Great. If you excuse us, we’re going to leave now." He held your hand and you both walked out of the crowd, leaving everyone speechless.
"Niall, do you realize what kind of scene you made in front of that huge crowd?!" You panicked.
"I don’t really care, I just needed to break up with her as soon as possible. She was a pain in the arse." Your eyes widened and he laughed.
"Well, what do you say diner girl? Let’s go to the diner?"

Diner Girl

(based on A Cinderella Story with Hilary Duff & Chad Murray)

Your dad owns a restaurant, the most popular restaurant around town. It’s a diner actually - roller blades, booth seats, aprons, uniforms, a regular diner. You work there, and fortunately, you get paid a lot of money. That is until Cruella Divel showed up and stole the show. Your dad passed away, leaving his new wife aka your evil stepmother in charge and renaming the restaurant.

As you continue to work and get no pay check whatsoever, you’re crushing on this one boy on the soccer team, Niall Horan. Of course, he’s the popular, perfect, guy with a popular, perfect girlfriend. But you felt like she only liked him for his soccer skills and his appearance. That’s what caught you, but the more you looked at him, the more you saw a different person and you could read him like an open book.

"Hey (Y/N), can you take table six for me? These roller blades are killing me and I need to take a little breather." Your co-worker said. Your eyes scanned to table six and saw Niall, his friends, his girlfriend, and his girlfriend’s best friends.

"I don’t think I can." You stuttered as you shove napkins in the napkin holder.

"You can hun, you can." She said.

"Fine." You grabbed your pen and paper, skating to their table.

"Oh what do you know, it’s diner girl." Niall’s girlfriend said.

"Can I get you guys something to drink?" You asked. You wrote down their orders. As soon as it gets to Niall’s girlfriend…

"What can I get here that has no sugar, no carbs, and is fat free?"

"Water?" You said. Niall hid a laugh but it was noticeable.

"Yeah, whatever." She rolled her eyes.

It was your cue to leave, so you skated back and got their orders. You got back and you realized that the only person back at the table was Niall.

"Did everyone leave?" You asked.

"Yeah, sorry about that. Here, thanks for serving us." He gave you money and left his table.

You see him again at the diner a week later and he looked upset. He already received his meal, so you didn’t know what to do. You notice his coffee cup is half empty.

"More coffee?" You asked.

"Do you ever have this feeling where you never get to do what you want and you’re just bossed around?" He ignored your question.

"Yeah, exactly." You nodded.

"It annoys the shit out of me." He shook his head and looked down at his plate. "Anyways, are you coming to homecoming tonight?" He looked up at you and you were speechless.

"Oh, yeah. Yeah, I’m gonna be there."

"Cool, then I’ll see you there. And thanks, by the way, for listening." He paid for his meal and left.

You arrive to homecoming and see many couples. The popular crowd judging every girl’s outfit and fishing for compliments. The football team being obvious guys and looking at every girl’s junk.

And then your eyes pass by Niall’s and his date, which is obviously his girlfriend. He doesn’t seem too amused with her though, she looks happier than him. Maybe it had to deal with the mini-conversation he gave you earlier today?

Now you’re here, stumped without a date, waiting for your best friend to arrive. When he does, he finds someone attractive that flirts with him and unfortunately leaves you alone. You find the bleachers and decide to sit down. Your elbow is leaning on your knee, and your foot is tapping along to the rhythm of the music.

"Mind if I join you?" Niall’s in front of you with fruit punch in his hands.

"Not at all." You smiled weakly. It was confusing, he wasn’t with his girlfriend and instead he was here, with you.

"Enjoying the party so far?"

"Loving it," You said sarcastically. "A lot, you have no idea." He laughs which makes your adrenaline pump. You’ve heard his laugh so many times, but you were never the one to make him laugh. You began to question yourself if this was real, and you pinch yourself.

It’s real.

"So, where’s your date?" He asked.

"Well, I was planning to go with my best friend but it turns out he has a date, so now I’m here."

"That’s a bummer."

"Where’s your date?" You asked him.

"She’s down there begging the host to nominate her as homecoming queen and me as homecoming king."

"You should be down there with her to, pretty sure she’ll be upset if she doesn’t get homecoming queen."

"No it’s fine, I’d rather stay up here then be desperate with them down there." He shrugged.

"Okay, well I’m pretty boring." You looked at him and he smiled.

"Well, boring lady, would you like to dance with me?" He stood up and held his hand out.

"I don’t dance." You shook your head.

"Then this is a good time to learn."

"Your girlfriend will be mad."

"Sucks for her." He grabbed your hand and dragged you onto the dance floor. He had one arm around your waist and his other holding your hand. You had your arm around his shoulder and the other holding his hand. You both stepped around and you definitely stepped on his foot a few times but he shook off the pain. He looked over your shoulder in annoyance and said,

"Here comes trouble in 3, 2,-"

"Niall?! What are you doing dancing with her?!" His girlfriend broke the space between you two.

"You were too busy flirting with the host and your boyfriend got bored." You said casually.

"Really Niall? Out of all girls, you choose to dance with the diner girl?" She found it amusing, so did the crowd that formed around you three. You heard laughing and diner girl everywhere.

"She’s not just a diner girl, she has all the other features that you don’t have. Kind, understanding, and a great dancer." He said. Your jaw dropped and eyes widened.

What?

"Fine, then I’m breaking up with you." She said confidently.

"Great. If you excuse us, we’re going to leave now." He held your hand and you both walked out of the crowd, leaving everyone speechless.

"Niall, do you realize what kind of scene you made in front of that huge crowd?!" You panicked.

"I don’t really care, I just needed to break up with her as soon as possible. She was a pain in the arse." Your eyes widened and he laughed.

"Well, what do you say diner girl? Let’s go to the diner?"

Anonymous ASKED: Can you please make a part 2 to Partner Projects? I loved that!

Didn’t see your message, sorry for a late reply! I’ll make a part 2, glad you enjoyed it!

i apologize that i haven’t been updating in a while, my grandmother passed away and i haven’t been really taking it well. i’ve recently been accepted into a university and i’m trying to enroll for classes i need to take. 

there’s so much that’s happening that i can’t keep up with this blog - but i’ll be up and running as soon as everything’s over! (which will be in a week or so) 

thank you all for continuing to support me x

6 months ago   •   42 notes
Partner Projects
au: alternative universe - meaning this is the opposite harry lol
"Alright you annoying little twats, there is a partner project that is due at the end of the semester. Due to changes of the district, there will be no Spring testing and teachers are able to make tests or projects as a replacement of the district’s test." Mr. Harris said as your whole class groaned
"I’ve assigned you with your partners, so unfortunately, you cannot pick your own partner." He smiled as the class groaned once again.
"Find your partner and please be sat in a seat while further instructions are given." He projects the partners from his laptop and names were on the wall. Once again, your ears were filled with groans and cheers to see them be partnered with their friends.
As your eyes scanned the picture, you see your name along with someone else. Harry Styles and (Y/full/N).
You groaned and looked around the room to find Harry chewing gum and doing tricks with his pencil in his hand. You cursed under your breath knowing you have an uncooperative partner ahead of you.
"Mr. Harris-"
"Ms. (Y/L/N), I do not want any complaints about your partner."
"May I just ask why you decided to put me with him?"
"You are a straight A student and this boy needs to graduate. He’s nineteen and he should be in college at this time. But he isn’t, because he’s failing every class he’s taking."
"Mr. Harris there are many other students in this classroom that have better grades than I do and-"
"Zip it and sit with your partner. I do not want to hear another word about Mr. Styles and you." You closed your eyes to calm yourself down, and turned around. You walked past the desks and plopped on a stool beside Harry. You set your books on the table and your bag on the floor. 
"Hey there… girl." He looked more interested in his phone than you.
"Really? Not even going to try to look at the board where my name is? How thoughtful." You huffed.
"Okay… I’m usually corrected by getting a name instead." He put his hands up in surrender.
"Do you even have any idea of what we’re doing?"
"A project."
"Why?"
"How the fuck am I supposed to know?" He asked.
"You are the dumbest person I have ever met in my entire life." You shook your head.
"You are the sassiest person I’ve met ever." He chuckled.
You were both interrupted by the theme of the project. Research on a country explaining the interesting features and events that happen. As known as geography class, yes, geography class.
"For the rest of class, which is fifteen minutes, you and your partner are to brainstorm ideas on which country you will research. If you’ve completed, write down any events or activities that you’ve heard about from your country. Make sure to take down notes and to be participating, you will not receive full credit if you are not working with your partner. Your fifteen minutes start now."
As Mr. Harris finishes his sentence, everyone fills the room with conversations about the project. As for Harry and you, he was still stuck on his phone. You snatched his phone and he immediately tried to grab it.
"What the hell?!" He asked.
"No, you weren’t even paying attention to what Mr. Harris just said."
"Yes, I was. Now give it back!" You moved your hands in the air as he tried to grab it. "Really? You know I’m not afraid to hit a girl."
"Okay, if you were paying attention," You put his phone in your butt pocket. "What did Mr. Harris just say?"
"Something about researching a country."
"What about a country?"
"The type of things they do in their country, now give it back."
"Fine." He snatched it out of your hands and once again, went on his phone. You began to say something right as the bell interrupted you. The class rose and you were completely frustrated, so you took it out by walking quickly out of the classroom and down the halls. 
"Hey, wait!" You heard the voice that irritated you just moments ago. "Seriously, can you just wait for one second?"
"What?" You said harshly, looking back and seeing Harry’s hands go up in surrender.
"Calm down, shit." He said.
"Hurry up."
"You left our paper and your pen on the table."
"Keep it." You said. "You don’t even bring anything to class anyway." You turned back around and continued to walk.
"What about our project?"
"I’m going to ask Mr. Harris if I can switch partners and if I can’t then I’ll find away to get away from you."
"You’re being over-dramatic. We worked together for like fifteen minutes, I can’t be that bad." He said.
"Yeah, we ‘worked’, if you can call it that." You air quoted. "You make the worst first impressions ever. You didn’t even give the effort to look at the paper for at least ten seconds."
"Fine, then let’s work on it." He huffed. It definitely caught your attention, so your eyebrows lifted and your jaw dropped.
"I’m sorry?" You asked, walking closer.
"You heard what I said, are we going to work on it or not?"
"I’m busy."
"Busy doing what? What can you possibly be busy for? You’re a nerd, you should’ve done things in advance." 
"This is exactly why girls hate you." 
"Okay," He walked to you and grabbed your wrist, dragging you.
"What the hell are you doing?!" You asked.
"Just shut up then you’ll find out."
…
"Mom, this is Harry, Harry this is my mother."
"Hi Harry, nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you too Mrs…"
"(Y/last/N)." You coughed.
"Mrs. Evans." He smiled. You rolled your eyes.
"If you need me, I’ll be down here or around down here." Your mom chuckled.
"Okay, thanks." He said.
You walked up the stairs and into your bedroom, setting your books and bag down. He looked around at your room with many decorations and pictures.
"So have you decided which country you want to research about?" You asked. He didn’t respond, so you looked at him. He had a picture of you when you were younger.
"Can you put that down, please?" You asked. He still didn’t listen. You stood up and grabbed the picture frame and set it back on the shelf.
"Can you listen to me before you look around my room? The quicker we get through this, the quicker you get out of here."
"Right, right, sorry." He said.
…
You reached the end of the page and stopped typing.
"Done." You yawned. You looked behind you and saw Harry sitting cross legged, with his tongue sticking out finishing the picture.
"This is the best work I’ve done in years to be honest with you." He laughed.
"Maybe even the most if not." You spun around in your chair and printed out the paper.
"Yeah, I think it’s pretty cool." He took the paper that was glued onto a cardboard and set it at an angle so he was able to see the whole picture.
"Great, we’ll get an A plus!" You clapped your hands together.
…
"I’m sorry if I kept you out late." You said.
"No it’s fine. I guess." He shrugged.
"I’ll see you tomorrow?" You rocked back and forth on your tiptoes and your heel.
"Yeah."
"Cool." You nodded.
"Good night." He said, biting his lip.
"Night." You waved.
He looked hesitant as if he was deciphering to either hug or give you a handshake. Instead, he kissed you on the cheek.
"What," You gulped. "What was that for?" You asked.
"Just to test something."
"To test what?"
"See you tomorrow (Y/N)." He smirked and left.

Partner Projects

au: alternative universe - meaning this is the opposite harry lol

"Alright you annoying little twats, there is a partner project that is due at the end of the semester. Due to changes of the district, there will be no Spring testing and teachers are able to make tests or projects as a replacement of the district’s test." Mr. Harris said as your whole class groaned

"I’ve assigned you with your partners, so unfortunately, you cannot pick your own partner." He smiled as the class groaned once again.

"Find your partner and please be sat in a seat while further instructions are given." He projects the partners from his laptop and names were on the wall. Once again, your ears were filled with groans and cheers to see them be partnered with their friends.

As your eyes scanned the picture, you see your name along with someone else. Harry Styles and (Y/full/N).

You groaned and looked around the room to find Harry chewing gum and doing tricks with his pencil in his hand. You cursed under your breath knowing you have an uncooperative partner ahead of you.

"Mr. Harris-"

"Ms. (Y/L/N), I do not want any complaints about your partner."

"May I just ask why you decided to put me with him?"

"You are a straight A student and this boy needs to graduate. He’s nineteen and he should be in college at this time. But he isn’t, because he’s failing every class he’s taking."

"Mr. Harris there are many other students in this classroom that have better grades than I do and-"

"Zip it and sit with your partner. I do not want to hear another word about Mr. Styles and you." You closed your eyes to calm yourself down, and turned around. You walked past the desks and plopped on a stool beside Harry. You set your books on the table and your bag on the floor. 

"Hey there… girl." He looked more interested in his phone than you.

"Really? Not even going to try to look at the board where my name is? How thoughtful." You huffed.

"Okay… I’m usually corrected by getting a name instead." He put his hands up in surrender.

"Do you even have any idea of what we’re doing?"

"A project."

"Why?"

"How the fuck am I supposed to know?" He asked.

"You are the dumbest person I have ever met in my entire life." You shook your head.

"You are the sassiest person I’ve met ever." He chuckled.

You were both interrupted by the theme of the project. Research on a country explaining the interesting features and events that happen. As known as geography class, yes, geography class.

"For the rest of class, which is fifteen minutes, you and your partner are to brainstorm ideas on which country you will research. If you’ve completed, write down any events or activities that you’ve heard about from your country. Make sure to take down notes and to be participating, you will not receive full credit if you are not working with your partner. Your fifteen minutes start now."

As Mr. Harris finishes his sentence, everyone fills the room with conversations about the project. As for Harry and you, he was still stuck on his phone. You snatched his phone and he immediately tried to grab it.

"What the hell?!" He asked.

"No, you weren’t even paying attention to what Mr. Harris just said."

"Yes, I was. Now give it back!" You moved your hands in the air as he tried to grab it. "Really? You know I’m not afraid to hit a girl."

"Okay, if you were paying attention," You put his phone in your butt pocket. "What did Mr. Harris just say?"

"Something about researching a country."

"What about a country?"

"The type of things they do in their country, now give it back."

"Fine." He snatched it out of your hands and once again, went on his phone. You began to say something right as the bell interrupted you. The class rose and you were completely frustrated, so you took it out by walking quickly out of the classroom and down the halls. 

"Hey, wait!" You heard the voice that irritated you just moments ago. "Seriously, can you just wait for one second?"

"What?" You said harshly, looking back and seeing Harry’s hands go up in surrender.

"Calm down, shit." He said.

"Hurry up."

"You left our paper and your pen on the table."

"Keep it." You said. "You don’t even bring anything to class anyway." You turned back around and continued to walk.

"What about our project?"

"I’m going to ask Mr. Harris if I can switch partners and if I can’t then I’ll find away to get away from you."

"You’re being over-dramatic. We worked together for like fifteen minutes, I can’t be that bad." He said.

"Yeah, we ‘worked’, if you can call it that." You air quoted. "You make the worst first impressions ever. You didn’t even give the effort to look at the paper for at least ten seconds."

"Fine, then let’s work on it." He huffed. It definitely caught your attention, so your eyebrows lifted and your jaw dropped.

"I’m sorry?" You asked, walking closer.

"You heard what I said, are we going to work on it or not?"

"I’m busy."

"Busy doing what? What can you possibly be busy for? You’re a nerd, you should’ve done things in advance." 

"This is exactly why girls hate you." 

"Okay," He walked to you and grabbed your wrist, dragging you.

"What the hell are you doing?!" You asked.

"Just shut up then you’ll find out."

"Mom, this is Harry, Harry this is my mother."

"Hi Harry, nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too Mrs…"

"(Y/last/N)." You coughed.

"Mrs. Evans." He smiled. You rolled your eyes.

"If you need me, I’ll be down here or around down here." Your mom chuckled.

"Okay, thanks." He said.

You walked up the stairs and into your bedroom, setting your books and bag down. He looked around at your room with many decorations and pictures.

"So have you decided which country you want to research about?" You asked. He didn’t respond, so you looked at him. He had a picture of you when you were younger.

"Can you put that down, please?" You asked. He still didn’t listen. You stood up and grabbed the picture frame and set it back on the shelf.

"Can you listen to me before you look around my room? The quicker we get through this, the quicker you get out of here."

"Right, right, sorry." He said.

You reached the end of the page and stopped typing.

"Done." You yawned. You looked behind you and saw Harry sitting cross legged, with his tongue sticking out finishing the picture.

"This is the best work I’ve done in years to be honest with you." He laughed.

"Maybe even the most if not." You spun around in your chair and printed out the paper.

"Yeah, I think it’s pretty cool." He took the paper that was glued onto a cardboard and set it at an angle so he was able to see the whole picture.

"Great, we’ll get an A plus!" You clapped your hands together.

"I’m sorry if I kept you out late." You said.

"No it’s fine. I guess." He shrugged.

"I’ll see you tomorrow?" You rocked back and forth on your tiptoes and your heel.

"Yeah."

"Cool." You nodded.

"Good night." He said, biting his lip.

"Night." You waved.

He looked hesitant as if he was deciphering to either hug or give you a handshake. Instead, he kissed you on the cheek.

"What," You gulped. "What was that for?" You asked.

"Just to test something."

"To test what?"

"See you tomorrow (Y/N)." He smirked and left.

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Good Hurts Bad
requested by tori - tweaked the story just a bit, i hope you don’t mind. x
My mind races to the event that occurred only an hour ago. I stare at my reflection in the mirror, looking closely at my cheek that was slowly bruising. Tears fall down on my cheek, passing the bruise, slightly stinging it.
The only thoughts that crossed my mind was the way he hurt me. It took me by surprise to think he would do such a thing.
My phone rings on the concrete sink in the bathroom. I look at my screen as Liam’s name pops up. I pick up the phone and answer, pulling the phone to my ear.
"Hey Liam." I said as joyful as I could.
"Hey Tori, are you okay?"
"Yeah, of course. Why?"
"Nothing, you just sound like you’ve been crying."
"Oh no, I’m just getting over a cold."
"You didn’t seem sick when I saw you two days ago."
"Maybe that’s because I didn’t have a stuffy nose then?"
"Right, I’m coming over." He said.
"No, Liam, seriously, you’re going to get sick when you come over."
"Walking to my car right now, see you in about five minutes." He hung up as I quickly wash my face and add concealer to the bruise on my cheek and the eye bags below my eyes. I mentally curse to myself over and over again, trying to make myself look as normal as possible.
I ran down the stairs and warmed up some soup, quickly pouring it into the bowl. Some spilled on my hand and burned me, but I kept going. The doorbell rang and I set the pan down, grabbing a spoon in the bowl and walking to the door. I took a deep breath and opened the door. Liam had soup in his hands with a big smile on his face.
"Hey Liam." I said as he walks in and shuts the door.
"Bought you some soup." He said, walking to the kitchen counter and settling himself. "But you made some already so I don’t know what to do with that." He laughed.
"Yeah, so what is it that you wanted?" I blew the steam from the soup. It was super hot, it started to make me sweat.
"Just to hang out with a friend of mine, that’s all."
"That’s different." I said, as I dropped the spoon onto the bowl and fanned myself with my hands. Unfortunately the spoon dropped, so I kneeled down to pick it up. My cheek was itchy, so I scratched it and put the spoon into the sink. I grabbed another and put it right into the soup.
"What happened to your cheek?" Liam looked at it, concerned.
"What do you mean what happened to my-" I looked at the smeared concealer on my thumb. "Oh, I kind of burned myself trying to curl my hair."
"It doesn’t look like a burn. What the hell happened?"
"Nothing Liam, I told you, I was burned."
"I know when you’re lying Tori, what happened?"
"Okay fine." I huffed. "I went to his house earlier."
…
"Surprise, I’m here!" I said, walking into his flat. 
"Not so surprised to be honest." He said, ignoring my presence. 
"What’s happened to you, Mr. Grump?" I walked over to him and hugged him. 
"Get off of me." He pulled away.
"Bad day? What happened?" 
"I think it’s best if you leave, please." 
"No, I’m not going to leave. What happened to you today?" 
"Nothing Tori. Just leave." 
"Not until you tell me what happened."
"Get the fuck out of my flat!" He turned around. 
"No." I said confidently. "I’m trying to help you and the only thing you do is push away the people that care about you the most." 
As the words leave my mouth, his fist collides with my cheek and I’m immediately in shock, with tears falling.
"Leave, now." He said with gritted teeth. I turned my heel and left. 
…
"I’m going to his flat." He left the kitchen and headed for the door.
"Liam, don’t. It’s over now and I don’t care about him. He’s not who I should be dealing with and neither should you, so drop it."
"Tori are you hearing yourself right now? That dick was the person who did that to your face!" He pointed to the bruise on my cheek.
"Liam stop." He opens the door. I grab a coat and my shoes, following Liam. He walks to his car and I sat inside with him.
"Liam you are making the worst decision of your life. If you even talk to him, I swear-"
"So you’re defending him now?"
"I’m not!"
"So why are you telling me this?" I stayed silent as the only noise that was audible was the wind. "Exactly." He starts the car and drives off.
-
"Stay in here." Liam said.
"Bu-"
"No excuses. Stay in here, I’ll be back in ten minutes." He opens the door and forcefully pushes it closed.
Five minutes later, my mind was making assumptions of what would happen next. What if he kills him or something? What if his neighbors call the police on him and it hits the tabloids?
I get out of the car and run up the stairs and to his flat. The door was open and yelling is the only thing I hear. I walk in and Liam had him up against the wall.
"Liam!" I yelled, pulling him off. "Let’s go, now." I grabbed his wrist and we left.
"I thought I told you to stay in the car?" We walked down the stairs and into his car.
"I told you to leave him alone in the first place, so I deserve to go up there."
"You do realize that he’s the person who did that to you, right? You can’t defend him for what he’s done to you. I can not see you with that on your face knowing he’s did that to you. You’re a very important person to me and I can’t let him slide because of that. I’m sorry that I didn’t listen to you for that, but I did it because I care Tori." He set his hand over mine and squeezes it lightly.
"I did it because I care."

Good Hurts Bad

requested by tori - tweaked the story just a bit, i hope you don’t mind. x

My mind races to the event that occurred only an hour ago. I stare at my reflection in the mirror, looking closely at my cheek that was slowly bruising. Tears fall down on my cheek, passing the bruise, slightly stinging it.

The only thoughts that crossed my mind was the way he hurt me. It took me by surprise to think he would do such a thing.

My phone rings on the concrete sink in the bathroom. I look at my screen as Liam’s name pops up. I pick up the phone and answer, pulling the phone to my ear.

"Hey Liam." I said as joyful as I could.

"Hey Tori, are you okay?"

"Yeah, of course. Why?"

"Nothing, you just sound like you’ve been crying."

"Oh no, I’m just getting over a cold."

"You didn’t seem sick when I saw you two days ago."

"Maybe that’s because I didn’t have a stuffy nose then?"

"Right, I’m coming over." He said.

"No, Liam, seriously, you’re going to get sick when you come over."

"Walking to my car right now, see you in about five minutes." He hung up as I quickly wash my face and add concealer to the bruise on my cheek and the eye bags below my eyes. I mentally curse to myself over and over again, trying to make myself look as normal as possible.

I ran down the stairs and warmed up some soup, quickly pouring it into the bowl. Some spilled on my hand and burned me, but I kept going. The doorbell rang and I set the pan down, grabbing a spoon in the bowl and walking to the door. I took a deep breath and opened the door. Liam had soup in his hands with a big smile on his face.

"Hey Liam." I said as he walks in and shuts the door.

"Bought you some soup." He said, walking to the kitchen counter and settling himself. "But you made some already so I don’t know what to do with that." He laughed.

"Yeah, so what is it that you wanted?" I blew the steam from the soup. It was super hot, it started to make me sweat.

"Just to hang out with a friend of mine, that’s all."

"That’s different." I said, as I dropped the spoon onto the bowl and fanned myself with my hands. Unfortunately the spoon dropped, so I kneeled down to pick it up. My cheek was itchy, so I scratched it and put the spoon into the sink. I grabbed another and put it right into the soup.

"What happened to your cheek?" Liam looked at it, concerned.

"What do you mean what happened to my-" I looked at the smeared concealer on my thumb. "Oh, I kind of burned myself trying to curl my hair."

"It doesn’t look like a burn. What the hell happened?"

"Nothing Liam, I told you, I was burned."

"I know when you’re lying Tori, what happened?"

"Okay fine." I huffed. "I went to his house earlier."

"Surprise, I’m here!" I said, walking into his flat.

"Not so surprised to be honest." He said, ignoring my presence.

"What’s happened to you, Mr. Grump?" I walked over to him and hugged him.

"Get off of me." He pulled away.

"Bad day? What happened?"

"I think it’s best if you leave, please."

"No, I’m not going to leave. What happened to you today?"

"Nothing Tori. Just leave."

"Not until you tell me what happened."

"Get the fuck out of my flat!" He turned around.

"No." I said confidently. "I’m trying to help you and the only thing you do is push away the people that care about you the most."

As the words leave my mouth, his fist collides with my cheek and I’m immediately in shock, with tears falling.

"Leave, now." He said with gritted teeth. I turned my heel and left.

"I’m going to his flat." He left the kitchen and headed for the door.

"Liam, don’t. It’s over now and I don’t care about him. He’s not who I should be dealing with and neither should you, so drop it."

"Tori are you hearing yourself right now? That dick was the person who did that to your face!" He pointed to the bruise on my cheek.

"Liam stop." He opens the door. I grab a coat and my shoes, following Liam. He walks to his car and I sat inside with him.

"Liam you are making the worst decision of your life. If you even talk to him, I swear-"

"So you’re defending him now?"

"I’m not!"

"So why are you telling me this?" I stayed silent as the only noise that was audible was the wind. "Exactly." He starts the car and drives off.

-

"Stay in here." Liam said.

"Bu-"

"No excuses. Stay in here, I’ll be back in ten minutes." He opens the door and forcefully pushes it closed.

Five minutes later, my mind was making assumptions of what would happen next. What if he kills him or something? What if his neighbors call the police on him and it hits the tabloids?

I get out of the car and run up the stairs and to his flat. The door was open and yelling is the only thing I hear. I walk in and Liam had him up against the wall.

"Liam!" I yelled, pulling him off. "Let’s go, now." I grabbed his wrist and we left.

"I thought I told you to stay in the car?" We walked down the stairs and into his car.

"I told you to leave him alone in the first place, so I deserve to go up there."

"You do realize that he’s the person who did that to you, right? You can’t defend him for what he’s done to you. I can not see you with that on your face knowing he’s did that to you. You’re a very important person to me and I can’t let him slide because of that. I’m sorry that I didn’t listen to you for that, but I did it because I care Tori." He set his hand over mine and squeezes it lightly.

"I did it because I care."

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