omg thank u ok !!
^ SHE WRITES STORIES! ^
it’s mind-blowing how niall can fuck you till you’re sore enough to be bed-ridden for days, yet he’s still careful. when you’re in the shower and he’s taking you from behind and you’re completely in his arms, he’s quick by your hips, and all over your body. treats you as fragile as a drop falling from the streaming heat of the shower. it’s a conflict between rough and gentle and you can’t tell the difference between black and white, because he’s there to catch you, like he does every single time.
i know right?! um i found it on my dash like last year and i just saved it without keeping the source :-( im sorry i forgot where i got it from
hmmm. good luck with that! um. two things. 1.) grammar (obvs) is very important. 2.) don’t start your writings with “you” such as “you and liam were off to milk the cows…” because personally, that’s one thing that irks me the most.
“you were sitting in the flat you shared with your boyfriend of one year, Louis.” skfheif if i hate that so much
i wanted nothing else but for him to bend me over without taking a thing off. have his hands go up and down my body, kisses bleeding all over my neck. i wanted to feel him everywhere, entangle my fingers in his hair, and hear sweet nothings ghosting into my ear. then hear the buzz of his zipper being undone, my shirt being torn away from my body, pulling a gasp from me, hearing,”this is going to be worth much more than that shirt…"
how niall is when he’s angry
you’d never seen him so angry, let alone this silent. crimson cheeks with knuckles that he can’t stop cracking, barely able to refrain himself from fidgeting. he’s so quiet, with his breathing loud and quick. he can’t stop himself from running calloused fingers through his hair, taking breaths through his lips, and unable to keep eye contact for more than a second. he doesn’t like talking when he’s angry, at all. and even if you’re right before him, he’ll act as if you weren’t.
then, he’ll break when he’s gotten everything sorted out in his head and starts punching the concrete wall while you stood frozen on your place. “when were you planning on telling me? did you even plan to?" his tone is dull, shaky hands reaching up to wipe the tears before they come running down. "i…i was…" he’s scared. scared of what’ll come out of your mouth, especially his. "what the fuck is even there to say?! you already broke me y/n, you cheated on me! and the worst thing is finding it out through someone else! i can’t do this anymore.” and he doesn’t know what to do because he really doesn’t want to leave you, even in this situation. so he turns his heel to knock over the mirror, clenching his fists as if looking for something else to flip over because even if he’s hammered to pieces, he could never bear to hurt someone he planned spending the rest of his life with. “if that’s how you want it then…" were the last seven words you said, before he slammed the door shut without bothering to look back.
what would it be like chilling harry on a snow day?
harry doesn’t like being cooped up at home on a snow day. he likes feeling the delicate flakes land on his face, feel each wind-blown snow through his fingertips, and have them fall on his tongue. he likes dragging you along to walk on the slush with a steaming cup of hot chocolate in tow, never lets go of your hand as if you’d fall if he did. and when you say you’re cold he’s fast to have you in his arms and asks if you want to go home. “no, because you know what i’ve noticed?” ”what’s that, babe?" "it’s our first snow day since we moved here!" he’d smile with pale cheeks tinted red that brought out the color of his peridot eyes and kisses you on the sidewalk.
it’s a mix of laughter, snowball fights, kisses, and starbucks. and later that night when you’re sat by the fire cuddling in a warm blanket, he doesn’t fail at keeping you warm despite the wool draped over your huddled bodies, especially at letting you know how much you mean to him.
thank you!! it’s on the list babe. xx