Ok But Like Can You Picture Punk!Harry Freaking Out When He Goes In The For The Second Kiss! Cause The

Ok but like can you picture Punk!Harry freaking out when he goes in the for the second kiss! Cause the first one was like in the moment and fast and like the second one who knows how it’s gonna happen. I picture him freaking the fuck out about it. Also love the series! Love you!

Oh my god he’d be a mess. Cause exactly, the first one was super in the moment, more of a just to get you to shut up kind of thing. 

It would totally be one the bus, one late night while the band is sleeping and they’re up on watch duty. You two would be cuddling, still drunk off the adrenaline of watching the show, calming down with some movie that neither of you were really watching anymore. You would feel his hand creep up along your jaw and turn you so you were facing him. And he’d just pull you in all slow and soft and it would just be super romantic and much more slow and just all around a better kiss. 

But inside his head he’s a fucking mess! He’s thinking shit like, what if she doesn’t want this one? What if it’s not good enough? Did I remember to brush my teeth? What did I even eat for dinner? Too much spit? Not enough spit? Too much tongue? Should I move my hand? Are my hands sweaty?

His mind is weirdly focusing on anything but the kiss, even though you feel like it’s probably one of the best kisses you’ve ever had. 

Spider Woman Part 5

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Part 4

Masterlist

“Bro what the fuck!? Did you actually think it was a smart idea to pull out in front of me?” You yelled to the Honda Accord that for some odd reason thought that pulling out in front of you was a good idea when you were clearly too close and there wasn’t enough room for them to pull out but whatever.

You rolled your eyes as you switched into the left lane and pulled into the holiday inn that Harry and his family are staying in.

You smiled to them as they walked out. Harry in casual black skinnies, a green sheer blouse and a pair of black leather boots with about a one inch heel. Anne was in a pair of dark wash skinny jeans, a sheer blue blouse over a black tank top and a pair or black flats. His sister Gemma wore black leggings, a white t-shirt, a denim jacket, and combat boots.

You waved to them as they piled into your old 2000 4Runner. The car is ancient but it’s good for a New England winter and it was free. It was your savior when you were commuting to college.

“Hey, so, this is quite the town?” Harry said as he buckled up in the passenger seat.

“Yeah ok so it’s not to fancy. And we have a really bad heroin problem but it’s home.” You said and he rolled his eyes.

“So, where to first?” Harry asked as he looked back to his family.

“I was thinking my highschool, it’s the most famous thing here other than the Museum which we will see as well.”

“Alright then off to your high school.” Harry said and you rolled your eyes.

“So how was your flight?” You asked, looking back at Gemma and Anne.

“Good, the flight attendant weirdly recognized me and gave us chocolate chip cookies.” Gemma said and you laughed.

“Oh my god that’s awesome, and like getting here was good too? I know sometimes those cab drivers get mad when it comes to long distance drives.” You said and she shook her head.

“No, he was fine. Slightly grumpy but when we said where, he went on a rant about how he was from the neighboring town and how he is so proud that the town has something it can be famous for other than that crazy X-Factor audition where the boy was obsessed with Britney Spears.” She said and you laughed.

“You know not a lot of people actually know about that for some reason. I remember hearing that he was from my town and freaking out thinking like great now everyone thinks this town holds a freak.” You said and they laughed.

Finally you pulled up to your old high school.

“Welcome to my alma mater. Currently educating 4000 plus students and containing over 10 buildings. This campus has been the setting of many of my nightmares and I’m 100% going to experience PTSD from coming back.” You joked and they laughed.

“Alright let's start the tour.”

For the next half hour you showed them your school, where Fat Y/N was bullied and made horrible memories! Sarcasm.

“Is is cool if we stop by my first job? I’m thirsty.” You asked and they all nodded so you took a little detour to the good old coffee shop.

When you were 16 your first job was a barista. It payed shit, the bosses treated you like shit, but you made the best friends you could have asked for there. Most of whom you still talk to today.

After you went to the Museum and went to the park that the movie was being played at to scout out where to sit. You decided that it would be best to speak to the police, who were going to be the security for the night, about a blocked off area for your friends and family. Not that you didn’t plan on mingling with the fans and townspeople but you also didn’t want your families to have to deal with unsolicited attention.

You went back to your house after and you gave them a quick tour. Then you went and ate a quick dinner with your whole family. You decided to change into something a bit warmer. You changed into a pair of black leggings, a orange vetements sweatshirt, and a some black vans.

When you got back to the living room Harry and his family all had jackets incase it got cold, same going for your family and your friends who had just arrived. You rolled your eyes as you watched them all try to play it cool around Harry.

Next to Harry was your friend Harmony, known for being the first person you notice. Not only is she incredibly tall, but she can be so loud she can wake up a whole neighborhood. She was wearing light wash jeans, white converse, and a black sweatshirt.

Next to Harmony was your good friend Tiffany. She was always the pretty one. She was also the party girl. When you were in school, she was the one who corrupted you. You started drinking and smoking because of her. The drinking you no longer do but when you get stressed you like to enjoy a blunt here and there. And by here and there you mean literally once every six months, it’s not a common thing in your household. She was wearing high waisted dark wash jeans, a deep brown cropped sweater, an oversized army jacket, and nude boots.

Then next to her was your best friend Lily. She never really hung around with you, Harmony and Tiffany seeing as she didn’t agree with the elicit things you guys did but she had been your best friend since middle school and worked with you all at the coffee shop, where you had met Tiffany and Harmony. Although you hung around with Tiffany and Harmony more when Lily left for college and moved to Maine. Since then you have spoken to all of them at least once a day. And she has somehow still managed to help guide you and be there for you even with how hectic your life has been lately. She was wearing light wash jeans, a grey sweatshirt and black converse.

“Oh I should probably introduce everyone.” You said as you walked into the room.

Harry stepped back and put his hand on your back to pull you forward into the little circle the girls had created around him.

“This is Harmony and Tiffany, friends that I met through my first job, guys this is Harry and his sister Gemma and his mom Anne. And this is my best friend Lily who I’ve known since middle school.” You said introducing everyone.

You then all loaded into two cars spitting with five and five. Your sister, your mom, your dad, Anne and Gemma all going in one car. And then Harry, Tiffany, Harmony, Lily and you all going in another. You drove while Harry sat up in front, Tiffany, Harmony and Lily all cramming in the back.

It’s worth mentioning that Harry has a very different taste in music than the rest of you. He was playing oldies, that although you all appreciate, you guys prefered some Lil Pump, or Cardi B. Quickly Harry’s aux cord privileges were revoked and given to Tiffany.

Once you got to the park that the movie was being played at you were lead to a little hill that was slightly blocked off from the rest of the park. One officer stood at the front just to make sure no one unwanted would interrupt you guys.

It was strange being back in your old town, now that the movie was blowing up and people were hearing about it, you were getting many messages from people you went to highschool with. Funny how now that you’re skinny and rich, people want to talk to you.

What was stranger, was the ones who came that night.

“Hey, Y/N. Remember me? Carter Pottic? We went to highschool together?” He said trying to jog your memory. Little did he know you remembered everything.

“Yeah I remember you. I have a particular memory of you and your friends laughing at me when I had difficulty running the mile in gym.” You said and his smile dropped.

“Listen, I wanted to apologise. It’s been driving me crazy that I did that to you. I was young and dumb and just wanted to fit in.” He excused and you smiled, looking away quickly before looking back at him.

“Funny, cause that’s exactly what I wanted back then too. I wanted to fit in, but you made that real hard with all the talking behind my back you did. Also pretty funny how you only suddenly feel so guilty now that my follow count on twitter has lots of zeros.” You said and he looked around, clearly embarrassed. “But, I’m also not a huge cunt. I’ll forgive you, only cause I know I was just a kid then too but don’t expect us to be friends. I’m a different person now, I don’t hold grudges and hope for revenge, I guess I can only hope that you’ve changed too.” You said before walking away.

A few more of your old classmates came to see you. Some being friendly and simply congratulating you on all your success. Some who did the same as Carter. It was kind of unbelievable how many people want to make something out of nothing if it benefits them. Pretending to have had a friendly relationship with you when you could remember them laughing at the double chin you got when reading a book.

Seven people came up to you trying to get you to remember the few times you talked to them. One person actually tried to tell you that you sat next to him for an entire semester and although it was true, you never said one word to each other, but now you should reconnect.

You sighed as you slumped onto the blanket that was splayed on the ground, Harry sitting down next to you.

“How many people from your past tried to reconnect with you once you were on the X-Factor?” You asked, not looking at his face. You didn’t want to see the pity you knew had cascaded over his features.

“More than I can count.” He admitted and you groaned.

“Why are people so deplorable? Like, ok none of them directly bullied me, but do you know how many times they would avoid being put into groups with me cause I was the fat girl? I remember actually hating when the teacher didn’t assign seats cause I knew no one would want to sit with me, same going from group projects. No one wanted me in there group, and now suddenly everyone wants to reconnect. Like you only now feel guilty for the way you treated me? Now that I’m playing Spider Woman in a Marvel Movie?” You exasperated.

“People are cruel, I’m sorry you were treated like that. Not that I’m defending them but you were all just kids then.” He said and you nodded.

“I know and that’s why I can’t hold anything against them. I remember being mean to people just because I was young and dumb. It’s just slightly unfortunate that what they did put me in a never ending depression and scarred me for life.” You said smiling up at him. He smiled back down at you before wrapping his arm around your shoulder and swaying you guys slightly. You were always happy that Harry got your self-deprecating jokes, many times have you made a joke at your own expensive and it doesn’t deliver well.

“I mean, now at least you can say, fuck them I’m Spider Woman.” He joked and you laughed. Right after he said that the title of the movie appeared on the giant screen at the front of the park, signaling that the movie was starting.

The park erupted in cheers and your friends came barreling at you, tackling you and knocking Harry over in the process.

“Y/N! It’s starting!” Lily yelled and you laughed pushing the three of them off you.

“Yes and if you’d all shut up we could watch it. And I swear Tiffany if I look over and see you texting I am throwing your phone in the lake. I’m literally in this movie.” You threatened and she laughed as she made a point of publicly turning off her phone.

“I’ve already snapped the car ride over here and the title of the movie displaying on the screen so I’m good for the night.” She said and you rolled your eyes.

You leaned over so your head rested in Harry’s lap, his long fingers threading their way through your long brown hair. You smiled up at him before turning to the opening of the movie where the talented Bailey Bucher played young Jessica. You all watch as the story starts with her Nazi father, who was played by David Schwimmer, having to inject her with untested genetically modified spider venom and placing her in a genetic enhancing accelerator.

Lily squeezed your arm as the scene where nearly 50 years later HYDRA finds the accelerator that Jessica was in and opens it up, allowing your face to appear on the screen for the first time.

“That’s you.” She whisper-yelled into your ear. You sighed and shook your head, they were all lunatics, but they were your lunatics and you loved them.

Spider Woman Masterlist

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Eight

Spider Woman Part 6

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Part 5

Masterlist

Key:

Y/N

Harry

What name is the reservation under again?

Davis, he’s already there so hurry up

I hate that you’re setting me up and won’t even tell me who with

What kind of blind date would this be if you knew who was there (winking emoji)

Fuck off with the emojis

You rolled your eyes before shoving you phone back into your bag and walking inside the restaurant that Harry has led you to. You were dressed in a light green flowy tank top with a black leather jacket draped over, paired with black skinny jeans with rips in the knees. You had black heeled ankle boots on, a black leather bag, and black and gold stud earrings in.

You took in a deep break as you walked up to the hostess’ stand.

“Um, table under Davis?” You asked and before the hostess even looked up she was nodding her head.

“Yup, looks like someone is already here, were you meeting someone?” She asked as she tapped on the screen in front of her.

“Uh, yeah, wasn’t aware he was already here though.” You joked and she nodded, just then looking up at you.

“Hey, you’re Spider Woman.” She said and you smiled and nodded shyly.

“Yeah that’s me.” You joked.

“Could I get a picture with you?” She asked and you nodded, moving to her side of the stand and smiling for the picture. “Wow, I’ve met two famous people in one day.” She said and you looked at her surprised, the other person she was talking about was probably your date which meant there was a good chance you already knew this person. “Sorry, let me lead you to your table.” The hostess apologized and you shook your head, signalling that it was no big deal.

Your eyes widened as your gaze fell upon who you were going to be dining with that night.

“Well, that makes sense.” He said and he stood up to greet you, his irish accent making itself prominent in that moment.

“Niall Horan, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” You said extending your hand for him to shake while also leaning in for a light hug. One thing you were quick to learn was that no matter how well you knew someone, even if you were just meeting them, famous people always hug each other. It must be some kind of, yes you are both famous and belong to the talented group, thing. Like you are all a part of this well known, but hard to get into, club and are all friends. “I’ve heard great things.” You admit as Niall helps you into your chair.

“Whatever he said was a lie.” He joked and you laughed.

“So you’re not the funniest man to walk the earth?” You asked and Niall laughed.

“You must have injected him with truth serum then.” He said and you laughed.

“You know, when Harry said he was gonna set me up I thought he was joking.” You admitted.

“Harry never jokes when it comes to a chance at being cupid. He thinks he has some sort of fifth sense when it come to love, like he can see it physically or something.” Niall says and you smiled.

“What a dork.” You joked and Niall laughed while nodding.

“You know when I asked what you were like all he told me was the you were flexible.” He says and you let out a loud laugh.

“Oh my god, he would.” You laughed. “You film one movie with the guy.” You joked and Niall nodded.

“Speaking of, congratulations on that. Saw it last week, really good. Weird now, seeing as I’m on a date with you and I just saw you kissing one of me best mates but I’ll get over that.” He said and you laughed.

“Well, he’s a bad kisser anyway.” You joked and he laughed.

“I’m so telling him you said that.”

“Go ahead, I already told him. Literally on day one.”

“So what’s it like to film a movie anyway? Like is is weird to be in a skin tight suit, pretending to shoot venom blasts from your hands?”

“Super awkward, but like only when you’re the only one doing it. Like the jewelry store scene, super weird. I’m the only one in there just like, thrusting my hands at people and they pretend to get thrown to into the walls, it’s so fucking weird. But like when I was filming with RDJ and Tom like, Rob and I both pretend to blast shit from our hands, Tom is over there squirting water cause he’s got bad hand eye coordination. It’s a little less weird when other people are doing the same thing as you.” You said and he nodded. “The silence is the worst part though.”

“Silence?”

“Yeah like, all the sound effects of the blasts and the grunts from the people being thrown around are edited in. When we’re filming it’s just silent, you hear like the shuffling of feet and like the squeaking of mine and Tom’s suits.” You confessed.

“Oh wow.”

“It’s so cringey, made a good movie though so I can’t complain. Also I should get used to in, I’m in a 3 movie contract so.”

You continued to talk throughout the rest of the meal and even after. Going from topics of One Direction, to Niall’s music, to the music industry in general, to conspiracy theories, to how corrupt the american government is, to how lame the education system is.

Soon enough you seem to notice that everyone around you were not the same people anymore and realize that you’ve been talking for almost four hours, both of you are now late for your other plans.

You both make plans for another date and exchange numbers and agree to not tell Harry that he was right seeing as his ego is already too big.

Spider Woman Part Two

Part One

Masterlist

“So you and Harry Styles?” The woman asked before passing the microphone over to you.

You were sitting in a fairly small office with two cameras in front of you. Two men being behind those cameras. The Sony team behind them, along with your manager Gavin next to them.

“What about him?” You asked, acting confused by the question. She’s going to ask whether you two were dating because in this day a girl and a boy can’t just be friends. Especially if they have to kiss on set.

“You’ve been see out around quite a bit, on dates?” She asked and you sighed.

“No, Harry and I are just friends. Is he attractive, yeah insanely.” You laughed. “But he’s just a friend. He’s more like a brother than anything else. It’d be weird to date my brother.” You said and she laughed.

“Well Selena Gomez said the same thing about Justin Bieber and look what happened to them.” She said and you sighed again, yeah they’re both depressed because they loved too hard.

“They broke up.” You said and her smile dropped. You don’t like this woman.

“Well speaking of love, the trailer for Spider Woman, I love it. Amazing job.” She said and you smiled.

“Thank you the editing crew is so talented. Cause you know, Jessica has the power to expel genetic spider venom from her hands and when you do that on set it looks too weird. I’m just like thrusting my hands in certain directions but once I watched it back like wow. It looks so cool.” You laughed and she smiled.

“And what can fans expect from this movie?” She asked.

“I think they’re going to be pleasantly surprised with the interpretation we take with Jessica Drew for this movie. We wanted to stick to the original comics as much as we could but seeing as Spider Woman is really just such a secondary superhero we had a lot of room for creativity and I think the fans are really going to love where this goes. We dive into the mess that is the Avengers and I think that the fans are going to see the other side of the group of heros they love so much. They’re going to see the inside of how everything works for the lesser heros.” You said and she nodded, pulling the mic back to herself.

“What do you mean by lesser heros?”

“I mean like, not Captain America, Iron Man or Thor. But rather like what it’s like to be Scarlet Witch or Spider Man or Hawkeye. What it’s like to be the secondary heros. Everyone saw how Peter Parker was treated in Spiderman Homecoming. He was cast aside seeing as he was just a kid and wasn’t taken seriously. Well in Spider Woman you’re going to find out what it’s like to not be Captain America or Iron Man.” You said and she nodded.

“And what can we expect from John and Jessica, the trailer doesn’t reveal much?” She asked.

“Well I think that was kind of on purpose. Jessica and John are two totally different people. I mean Jessica is a british immigrant working for a paper supply company in New York, New York while hiding the fact that she has super powers. John is her nerdy neighbor who clearly holds an unrequited love for Jessica. I think the pining he does is something you’ll have to see in the movie. And I mean, who knows if Jessica will even realize his love for her, it may just continue to go unrequited seeing as Jessica herself is depressed and it may be hard for her to come to terms with idea that anyone could love her.” You said, hoping to show this women that this movie is made for more than just Jessica and John's love story.

“Jessica is depressed? I didn’t see that in the trailer.”

“Well depression isn’t something you can always just see. Sometimes it’s something that takes time and careful observation to find. Jessica clearly has PTSD from what happened to her in England and she clearly is desperate for a normal life. But hiding all that horror deep down is doing a wreck on her mental health and I’m proud to say this movie is going to be one of the few that actually deal with mental health issues the correct way.” You said proudly. You can see the Sony team started to look up, you’ve clearly started to say too much.

“What exactly happened to Jessica in England?”

“Well she was born during World War Two, her father was a scientist for Hydra, Hitler’s deep science division. They were living in england when Jessica got radiation poisoning. To save her, her father was forced to inject her with untested genetic spider venom and put her in a genetic incubator where she stayed for 80 years. In the incubator her aging process was slowed and in 2010 when she was found and released she was only 17. Hydra found her and used her as a weapon for 5 years when she managed to escape and move to New York where she has been hiding ever since.” You explain and she nodded. Clearly she didn’t do her reading.

“Well, I think that’s all we have time for, it was great meeting you Y/N and I can’t wait to see the movie when it comes out.” She said as she stood and shook your hand. You smiled back at her and walked back over to your manager.

“Please get me out of here.” You begged and he laughed.

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Spider Woman Part 7

Masterlist

Part 6

Sorry about not posting last week! This week is a double though!

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8 times. So far 8 times. 8 fucking times had Niall managed to get a hole in one at this damn mini-golf game. You had always liked mini-golf. Thought it was cute how literally everything was miniature. From the sets on the course to the golf club. You loved mini-golf, but you definitely weren’t very good at it.

“Ok so like when I suggested we go mini-golfing I literally just wanted an excuse for you to wrap your arms around me all cliche like.” You confessed as you go on your 9th try to get the ball in the hole. Niall smiles at you from the end of the course, leaning on his club like he had been for the last 10 minutes.

“Well love, I can do that but you’re simply too cute when you’re strugglin.” He laughs and you rolled your eyes.

“Oh just come here and help me!” You huff and he smiles as he sets his club down and comes over to help you.

He came up behind you, wrapping his arms around you and clasping the club over your hands. You could feel him take a deep breath in through his chest, the warmth of his skin seeping through your lilac sweater. You could feel his thighs pressing into your bum, he was surprisingly a lot taller than you had expected so you were tiny in comparison to him. You were also suddenly very conscious of your feet, careful that your black boots didn’t step on his blue suede vans. You were also very conscious of how hot your body was. Were you just sweaty? You didn’t think so, but what did he think? You are used to the cold New England weather, not this constant heat that clouded over California. So did you really know if you were too sweaty? No, you could only hope that maybe Niall couldn’t tell.

“Alright, so it’s a slight hill right?” He whispered in your ear, his hot breath fanning over the side of your face and you couldn’t help but feel the shiver run down your spine. “So there’s this little technique I used to use when there is a little hill, you have to put a little more pressure on but not too much cause you don’t want to go over. You’ve been hitting it too hard and it’s just been rolling over the hill.” He explained and you nodded pretending to understand what he was saying when in reality all you could think was big hands big hands on yours big hands.

“Either that or not hitting it hard enough and it rolls back to me.” You said and he little out a little breathy chuckle, letting his chin rest on your shoulder. Oh fuck.

He pulled your arms back and hit the ball in what seemed to be the same way you had been doing all along, but clearly he had some kind of magic touch as the ball smoothly went over the hill and into the hole.

“Ok what the fuck?” You yelled, stepping away from Niall and throwing your free hand that wasn’t holding the club into the air. “I swear that’s what I was doing!” You said and he laughed.

“You just hadn’t found the happy medium.” He said stepping up to you and lightly pressing his hand to your back to lead you to the next course.

“You mean there’s a fucking Goldy Locks to fucking mini-golf?” You joked and he laughs while nodding.

“Interesting way to put it but yeah.” He said and you rolled your eyes.

You continue to go through the 18 hole course, Niall obviously winning when it came the end. When the went back to turn in their clubs and balls he also won a free round for you two for going through the whole course getting only a hole-in-one.

“Next time, you’re letting me win. Date 101 Niall, let her win.” You joked and Niall laughed as he threw his arm around you, opening up the door for the both of you.

“Sorry, still quite new to this love.” He said and you smiled, liking that fact that you weren’t the only one who was going into this with little experience.

“Not actually mad, just teasing you.” You said.

You slowly walked up to the passenger side of his car, both subconsciously thinking that the slower you walked, the slower this date would come to an end.

Almost like a gift sent from above, as Niall was opening the passenger side door to his Range Rover, when your stomach growls.

“You hungry love?” Niall asks and you nodded.

“Seems so.”

“I think we passed a chinese place on the way up here? Sound good?” He asked, smiling knowing that he would get to spend just a little bit longer with the girl he was quickly becoming so fond of. You nod as you jump into the car.

You both then head over to a very shady chinese restaurant where you order some food.

“I haven’t been to a place like this in years.” Niall says after the waiter walks away, he leans in a whispers it as if it was some giant secret.

“In my town, the best chinese place looks exactly like this. Which I bet says a lot about where I grew up.” You confess.

“Tell me more about where you grew up. Everyone I know was either from England or was born and raised in California.”

“Not really much to tell, it was sad little town that for some reason no one could leave. I remember growing up and thinking that when I grew up the first thing I would do was leave. I would go to some far away, out of state college. Then, funny enough when it came to the day I had to decide where to go, I chose home. Just like everyone else I stayed.”

“Why?” He asks as he took a sip of his ice water.

“I don’t really know, couldn’t afford it? I was scared maybe? Of like growing up, being on my own, I’ve never really liked to be away from home. Even going on vacation I was never really as relaxed as I was when I was home. I don’t know if it was just being close to my family, or if it was the physical location of home that comforted me, but I was just very stressed when I was far away.” You shrugged and he nodded.

“I get that. Sometimes I think about how easy everything would be if I wasn’t balancing me life between here and Ireland. Me life is here, me job is here, me friends are here, me inspiration for music always seems to be here but me family is there, me old friends are there.” He says, suddenly becoming very interested in the way the grain on the wooden table ran.

“Do you ever like, I don’t know, wish you never auditioned? Like don’t bullshit me either, like don’t give me the whole, no I love my fans and I wouldn’t trade this for anything. Like I know there has to be days where you just wish you could give this all up, right?” You ask, creating a terrible Irish accent in order to mock his voice.

“Uh I guess I mean, I’m not really lying when I say I love the fans, I really wouldn’t be sitting with you right now if they hadn’t worked so hard to get me where I am but I guess you’re right. Sometimes after a fan asks a question too personal or when I ruin another shirt trying to get through a mob or something I think, what would my life be like if I didn’t go that morning, or if Katy hadn’t given me a chance? Most times though I assume me life would be more stressful, working a low paying job and being pressured into settling down. At least with the life I live, I’m financially stable, so is me family, and no one is pressuring me to marry due to me hectic lifestyle.” He says and you can’t help but wonder, is he being pressured into going on this date with you? Does he think he is getting to an age where it’s expected of him to become domestic?

If anyone knows what it’s like to have your family up your ass about starting a family, it’s you. For the last few years you had been on the edge of whether or not you wanted children, constantly when you said you didn’t think you wanted them your family would respond with something along the lines of, you say that now, or, wait a few years and you’ll be thinking something else entirely. Lately your family had been suggesting that you start dating seeing as you had just lost all that weight and was now deemed, attractive. As that thought crossed your mind you thought, were you being pressured into being here?

Then you looked at Niall, and your stomach erupted into a nervous mush and you shook your head. No, you were here because he made you laugh, not for any other reason.

You thought, even if this doesn’t turn out the way you wanted, hoped it would, you would be happy just knowing that someone who made you feel so content was in your life.

“Well shit, we’re getting way too deep for date number two.” You joke and Niall laughs, leaning back and taking in deep breath. “Let’s get off that and I don’t know, what’s your least favorite song on Flicker?” You asked and Niall laughed.

“Me least favorite? Most times people ask what me favorite is.”

“Well yeah but I already know that, it’s Flicker right?”

“Yeah.” “Which is why I want to know what your least favorite is. By the way Flicker is my favorite too, also Fire Away is my least favorite.”

“What? Why?”

“Too repetitive, at least the chorus is. Like I like the message the whole like I love you and I want you to be comfortable saying anything so go ahead lay it on me is really nice. But damn boy, you say fire away like eight times in the chorus.” You say and he laughs.

“Ok I guess I would say my least favorite is-” He starts but the waiter decided to drop all the food off just as he was about to answer.

The conversation long forgotten as you two dive into your food, both of you unknowingly insanely hungry.

The rest of the date passes in a flurry of, quick touches, nervous flutters, and crab rangoons.