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forty six

So, I have been doing a little bit of thinking about what I want to write after this! I've dialed it down to a beach / summer love harry AU fic or a dark(ish) Kian Lawley fic. Which would you seem most interested in reading??? Please comment your answer :)

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mudita (noun) -sympathetic, vicarious joy; happiness rather than resentment at someone else's well-being or good fortune, the opposite of schadenfreude

I furrowed my eyebrows at him as they all stepped out of the elevator, my words becoming dust in my dry throat. Harry nodded at me, his lips flashing into the widest, toothiest, most genuine, smile that I've seen him wear in a while. I felt the burning knot in my chest exploding into a million pieces and shattering onto the floor, my nervousness going along with it.

"Yeah?" I boasted breathlessly.

"Yes!" He proclaimed back, his lips curling into a toothy grin.

I gasped and sprinted over to him at my top speed. I jumped up and hooked my legs around his waist, throwing my arms around his torso. I dug my face into his neck, and he supported me by placing both hands on the bottom of my thighs.

"Oh my god." I whispered excitedly against his neck. "Harry, I knew it! I fucking knew you would get this!"

"You were right for once." He chuckled and I squeezed him tightly, so overwhelmingly overjoyed for him and the boys.

"10,000 people!" I whispered excitedly into his ear. "That's insane! You're insane!"

"I know. It's going to be incredible."

"How do you feel?" I rubbed my hand up and down the curve of his back.

"Great." He pressed his cheek against mine, keeping me close to him. "I feel great."

"I'm so, so, so proud of you, Harry." I moved my face out of his neck so I was looking into his eyes. "This is a big step for One Direction, for you. This could change everything, gosh, I am so proud of you."

"You're proud of me?" Harry asked quietly, his eyes squinting at me for a second like he didn't believe me.

"Yes, yes, yes! Of course I'm proud of you. I'm so proud of you, Harry." I smiled ecstatically before crashing my lips against his.

I could feel his lips crack into a goofy smile, causing my smile to crack, too. I pecked his smiling lips one last time before jumping out of his grasp. I looked up at him and laughed softly at how giddy we were, and so did he.

"This is going to change everything, babe, everything." Harry smiled.

"I know. I can't wait."

It just felt good to feel this excited for somebody else.

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"Call all of your friends, tell them to meet us at our flat!" Harry roared, opening the car door so we could jump into the backseat of Niall's BMW SUV.

"I've got Josh and his mates bringing the alcohol." Louis claimed from the front seat. "As if we don't have enough already."

"Remember you need to take me home." I told Harry as he slid into the backseat next to me. "I have school in the morning."