Highest ranking - #88 - zayn, #144 - liampayne, #450 - harrystyles, #750 - mature, #988 - humor, #767 - lgbtq, #415 - onedirection #713 - new adult "We actually are, Elle. We're fighting over the same shit again and again and considering how smart you are you should've realized that by now. I want you, Elle, you, wholly, without fucking reservations, you, as my girlfriend, you, as my own and until then I'll remain to be this sick possessive shit that gets angry whenever I don't have my way with you, that bursts out each time you talk about other guys or girls, that sleeps with one eye open at night because I'm worried every fucking time that someone else is going to steal you." -H Note: No need for you to be a 1D fan to read this story. You can imagine anyone to be the lead cast. This is an alternate universe fan fiction. This story does not intend to insult any sexuality and is not based on real life. There are many info/details about the places, people or circumstances that I will get wrong or changed for the sake of the story. Also because it's pure fiction. And also, I've made One Direction as a separate entity from the members of the band. Meaning, in this story, the 1D members are not members of One Direction but One Direction exists in the story.

All Harry wanted was to get over his best friend's girl. All Nova wanted was to get over her traumatic past. So, they made a deal. But, this deal may end up being a bit more than they bargained for. WARNING: Sexually graphic. Themes of violence, drugs, and alcohol. May be subject to feels. *Gigi is only a face claim. You can picture whomever you want.*

"You two are both acting like babies, I hate not knowing who to blame, I am super horny! I mean really horny and all I want is some sweet and sour chicken with some chow mein!" I screamed at the two men who stood across from me pointlessly fighting with each other. "I mean, baby you know I would love to go down on you but like... I feel like it would be really weird if the first thing the baby saw was my dick..."

R e a d y ''Blake?'' Harry wonders out loud as we're laying on our couch, watching some stupid TV show Harry loves, for some weird reason. ''Hmm?'' I hum, not taking my eyes off my phone. I hear him sigh deeply and feel him straight up. When he does that, it either means he has to pee, or he has to tell me something important. I look at him and see him bite his bottom lip and running his hand through his hair. He's got to say something important. ''What is it?'' I ask him, sitting straight up too. ''I want to have a baby, with you.'' With who else? Wait, what? A baby? ''Me too. But not now.'' I tell him and see a disappointed expression appear on his face. ''Why not Blake?'' He asks a little annoyed. ''We've been together for forever and we live together for almost a year now.'' I bite my bottom lip, like he just did and think about what he's saying. ''I'm only twenty-three Harry.'' I tell him when I'm a hundred per cent sure we're not ready for this. ''So? I'm twenty-four, big deal. There are so many young parents.'' Is his argument. ''Sleep about it, okay? I'm going to bed, got something to do tomorrow.'' I kiss him goodnight and walk to our bedroom. We'll see if he's ready for a child. © Copyrighted. All Rights Reserved

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