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Ethan and Grayson in Bryant’s IGTV (9/13/18)

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[Body guard!Gray au]

Before reading/warning: This is a bodyguard!gray au. This is a preview of the fic that I will hopefully be posting soon but who knows because I am a slow ass bitch when it comes to writing but im already 2k words in and I started yesterday so that’s surprising. The warning in the preview is violence to understand why you must know Gray was sent away at a young age to train with the best assassins the world has ever seen and on top of that served in the military for three years after. There is PTSD, anxiety warnings, suicide thoughts and domestic abuse in this. Read at your own risk plss.

Last night was magical even though she couldn’t find herself to move from her bed out of pure embarrassment of facing Grayson again her lips burned, a pleasurable tingle, a reminder that Gray’s had been on hers but Grayson’s sudden outburst had her slightly scared.

Scared of what exactly? Mostly the fact he’d admit there was no feelings on his side. That he doesn’t feel the fluttering butterflies in his stomach every time Y/N would look at him much unlike herself. It was late the clock reading 4 am, which she figured he would be wide awake since he barely slept. To her surprise though he was lazily spread across his bed dressed in a pair of black boxers. She couldn’t help but take a peak of his strong body, muscular from head to toe even in his most vulnerable state.

The heat of Grayson’s body left her dazed, long finger’s slowly stroking the bone of his jaw feeling the soft tanned skin. It was hard not to touch almost as hard as it was to keep her feelings about him to herself. Yet here she was laying next to him feeling his skin in the most intimate way. As selfish as it sounds she wanted him, she wanted the man her father trusted with his life to protect his daughter but instead formed a inseparable spark between the two. She couldn’t help herself as eyes travel to his face, dark hair messily pushed back, heart shaped lips slightly ajar as small sounds of breath leave his mouth. Tiny hairs poking through pores of skin forming a light shade of darkness covering his neck and jawline despite him shaving only two days ago but what she least expected was to meet the beautiful jade eyes that met hers with a widening expression. Those eyes looked nothing like is, they were almost as if they were wild showing no sign of Grayson, but it was definitely his hands that tightly wrapped around her neck.

Breath is let out of her nose as a whistle as his hands tighten their grip around her neck squeezing her until all blood colored her face to the point her veins almost pierced her skin clogging with blood which was clearly seen from her skin.

“Gray.” She managed to choke out finger nails breaking to skin of his hands as an attempt to injure him. The man in front of her was no longer Gray, well it was Grayson but one of his demons he kept hidden everyday. Air failing to contact lungs as wheezing whistled from her lungs. It was so sudden and fast as Gray’s hold tightened darkness began to take over but not before he let out a soft sigh.

The visions of men with guns surrounding him began to disappear from his eyes leaving him to the present. Just in time his hands released her throat. He felt his heart thumping in an irregular pattern as he felt he was going to be sick, bile reaching his throat that he quickly swallowed down. “I’m - I’m..”

Before the sentence could even attempt to leave his mouth Y/N was on all fours scrambling away from her attacker until she reached the door of the ajoint rooms locking her side. Slowly she slid down the door as Grayson’s rattled the door knob. “Y/N.. I’m sorry. Fuck I don’t know what happened I-I blacked out.”

It wasn’t long before Gray slid down on the other side of the door at no reply looking down at his hands that were red from use. Y/N let the silent tears that fell soak her shirt, hands rubbing over her already sore neck. 

“I didn’t even know what to say. I told you I’m not right, I’m fucked up. I told you, you don’t want this.” It wasn’t Grayson’s fault she knew this. She knew that it was the war that did this to him, it filled him with paranoia making his brain sick, “It wasn’t you, I thought you were one of them. I-I can’t do anything right. I’m supposed to be protecting you not hurting you.”

“I know you didn’t mean to hurt me Grayson.” The sound of her rasphy voice was enough to let tears fall from his own eyes not being able to recognize himself at the moment. The mirror across the room showed him, but by him the pathetic excuse of a man curled up against the door in his underwear but it wasn’t him. Inside Gray didn’t know what was happening anymore. Her throat was raw, dry from the lack of saliva that seemed impossible to fix now.

“That place really messed you up huh? How often do you see them?” Refering to the ‘them’ he mentioned only minutes ago. 

“More then I should.” He admits sniffing despite the dripping tears from his eyes. Everyone had their breaking point and Grayson was at is to the point he didn’t want to live anymore. “It’s broke me, I’m fucked up there is no fixing me. I’m wrong.”

“You are not wrong Grayson you just need a little help, you’re not the only one who suffers from this.”

“I am wrong so very wrong.” The jiggling of the doorknob had his heart race as he presses all his body weight against it not being able to risk harming her again.

“Stay in your room, I’m obviously not to be trusted.” Y/N didn’t listen per usual pushing with all her might even though she was no match for Gray’s impressive strength she managed to slip through and Grayson fell to his knees the moment she did. Eyes roaming over the soft skin of her neck covered in bruises the size of his fingers. He did this, he was a true monster.

Grayson Dolan in every way was a broken man and for once looked the part as the hot tears stream his cheeks at what he had done. “Gray..”

Even though her touch would bring comfort he moved away from the comforting arm extended to touch his shoulder. “Please don’t touch me.”

“I know you didn’t mean to hurt me..” This wasn’t Gray, this wasn’t the loving and strong man she knew.

“But I did hurt you!” Gray was on his feet in seconds as the yell ripped his throat. “I fucking hurt you and here you are trying to comfort me. What is wrong with you?! You should be far away as possible!”

to be continued… {this was little middle story so far that i will prob edit but prob not bc im lazy}

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Memories - Grayson Dolan

here i am, back with another fic based on a dream i had! also, i did not proofread this so im sorry for the mistakes!

summary: You are childhood friends with the Dolan siblings and you recreate childhood photos, but one recreation results in surprising consequences.

word count: 3.8k

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“I can’t believe they made me do this,” you growl at your own reflection when you finish your already ridiculous look with putting your hair up into piggy tails. You look like someone who has fully lost her mind and acts like a child while being an adult. The denim overalls fit you loosely since you found it in your brother’s wardrobe, but it was the closest you could find to what was required from you. The striped shirt however is a little too tight, given the fact that the last time you wore it was in seventh grade. You’ve definitely gotten bigger in certain parts since then, but this is the only striped shirt you could find in such a short notice.

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Hardin Scott x Reader- Living life to the fullest.

The scorching summer sun was beaming through the window closest to you, providing you with appropriate lighting you needed to read in peace and quiet. Your bottle of iced tea resided in the shade nearby to keep it cool.

Luckily you had managed to wake up early enough to grab one of the best spots on the campsite. Leaving your two best friends Tabby and Liv snoring away back in your shared cabin.

Your legs were folded and your back was resting comfortably on a pillow you had brought with you. Life was so good right now and no one could take that away from you.

That was until a pair of hands slammed down on the table in front of you making you jump out of you skin, a loud scream erupted from your lungs as your book went flying through the air. Around you the room fell silent, a hundred pairs of eyes were on you and you could practically feel your cheeks heating up.

“Tabitha, next time a tap on the shoulder will be just fine”you hissed at your blonde bombshell who slumped down in the seat in front of you.

“Y/n Y/l/n we did not, I repeat we did not spend three months trying to convince you to come to this summer camp for you to just sit and read for the whole six weeks”Liv shook her head with disapproval as she nudged Tabby over a little so she could make room for herself.

“Liv we’ve been here for two days”you furrowed your eyebrows at your brunette best friend.

“It’s day two and Hardin Scott already has his eyes on you”Tabby began to wiggle her eyebrows vigorously.

“Wasn’t I right Tab, he was totally oooogling over at y/n?”Liv clapped her hands excitedly.

“I’m sorry, Hardin Who now?”you spluttered out, looking in between your two girlfriends.

“You aren’t being serious”Liv’s mouth fell open in front of you.

“You don’t know who Hardin Scott is?!”Tabby almost cried.

“Am I supposed to?”You cringed slightly, judging by the expressions on their faces they weren’t going to let this go lightly.

“This is worse than I thought”Liv sunk down into her chair. You began to roll your eyes.

“Olivia-

“So you’re telling me you have never, ever seen that beautiful badboy specimen over there at school?”Tabby pointed towards the front of the canteen, your eyes followed unexpectedly meeting another’s gaze.

Hardin Scott leant over towards his friends, his body language was saying that he was part of their conversation, but his eyes were telling a different story. They were concentrating on you and you only, the girls were right he was gorgeous. A lazy smirk fell onto his face when he noticed your cheeks redden once again from across the room.

“No, I’ve never seen him before”you mumbled, peeling your eyes away from the boy who stood on the other side of the room.

“You seriously live in your books”Tabby tutted out.

“He’s obviously taken a liking to you y/n, why else would he be looking at you like that, you don’t understand Hardin Scott doesn’t date he has literally turned down most girls in our year”Liv exclaimed.

“Maybe he’s looking at me because you just scared me really badly and I practically started yodelling in front of everyone I’m sure he’s probably just laughing at me”you shrugged.

“He doesn’t even look at girls y/n that’s how uninterested he is, but the way he looked at you-

“What? Do you not think he’s attractive?”Tabby asked curiously.

“I may be wearing glasses but I’m not completely blind, the Greek gods literally crafted him”you raised an eyebrow.

“That’s our girl, so go talk to him”Liv nodded her head in his direction.

“You’re joking right? She’s joking isn’t she?”you turned to Tabby who was now stuffing her face with cereal.

“C’mon just live a little y/n”Tabby winked over at you speaking through a mouth full of lucky charms.

“Going up to him is not living, that is social suicide. Like you said he’s the ‘badboy’ I mean how is he even really still wearing his leather jacket in this heat?”You scrunched up your nose at the thought of wearing such material during these hot weather conditions.

“You’re being dramatic”Olivia chuckled before sipping on her water bottle.

“Nope, if I go over there that is seriously like feeding a baby deer to a pack of lions”You shook your head defiantly.

“Okay if you’re not going over to Hardin then let’s go do something else on the live a little bucketlist”Liv pushed herself up from her seat, swiping up the book you had unintentionally thrown.

“I mean- y/n if you’re not going to talk to him maybe-”Tabby fluttered her eyelashes at you playfully, being interrupted by Liv.

“Get a move on Tab, he rejected you twice this month already”Olivia grinned.

“Where are we going?”You bit your nail nervously as you waltzed towards the exit alongside your girl pals.

“Two words. Skinny. Dipping”Tabby clapped her hands.

“Is it too late to go and propose to Hardin?”You groaned.

- -

“So, I have to get in naked?”You frowned at your two best friends who stood in front of you.

“Yes”Tabby nodded slowly.

“And you’re telling me people do this for fun?”You asked again.

“Yes”It was Liv’s turn to explain.

“Do you know what? Let’s do it, I need to let my hair down”you smiled over at your girls.

You began to immediately start stripping down next to the lake absentmindedly throwing your clothes into the many bushes, wasting no time in jumping recklessly naked. You’d never felt so free in your whole entire life.

You could hear and see your friends cheering you on as you resurfaced. They were in the middle of stripping down themselves when they stopped, their eyes widening as they spoke to eachother.

“Why aren’t you guys getting in?!”you began to scream over.

“You’re not gonna like what we have to tell you”Liv called out to you. Rolling your eyes you prepared for the worst.

“We’ve forgotten all the towels”Tabby grimaced. So you weren’t prepared for the worst apparently.

“Where are your clothes?!”Liv screamed as you swam closer to the bank, making sure that your body was fully underwater.

“I threw them in the bushes”you cried out.

“Y’know you’re supposed to be the smartest out of all three of us right?”Tabby called out to you.

“Not one of my proudest moments, I’ll agree”your head fell at an angle as you watched your friends panic in front of you.

“It’s okay, all you have to do is go get the towels and come join me in here so I don’t look like an absolute fool”you stressed.

“The towels yes, I’m on it!”Tabby darted off alongside Liv.

“Not both of you?!”you facepalmed knowing that they were long gone. Hopefully they wouldn’t be too long.

Five minutes turned into ten minutes and you were having no luck, the girls were nowhere to be seen and you could hear the alarm ringing for Camp activities which meant that the girls were probably going to be forced to go rock climbing.

You would be in the water all day, you could already feel your toes becoming wrinkly and it was making you cringe. Not all hope was lost however because from the middle of the lake you could see a figure approaching the edge of the lake through the clearing you had arrived at.

You tried to adjust your eyes properly without your glasses but your vision was still blurry.

Your heart sank back down into your stomach when you realised that the figure you were seeing was in fact Hardin Scott. What was he doing here?!

“No. No, it can’t be. This has to be some sort of nightmare”You grumbled out to yourself, in that moment you ducked under the water holding your breath for as long as you could hoping that he would just go away.

After holding your breath for the maximum amount of time you hit the surface, gasping for air.

Hardin Scott was just about to make his way back to camp when he heard a distant spluttering and gasping. He spun on his heel, narrowing his eyes so that he could make out the shape in the middle of the lake.

It didn’t take him long to realise it was you, he’d be able to pick you out of a crowd if he had to.

“Y/n?! Oh m-shit y/n!!”Hardin began to strip quickly peeling off his t-shirt, throwing it carelessly to the ground.

You bobbed up and down in the water watching Hardin with a confused expression plastered on your face.

“Why is he stripping? Not that I’m complaining but why is he jumping into the-OH HOLY MOTHER”you began to panic, waving your arms around frantically trying to stop Hardin from getting any closer to your naked body.

Hardin watched as your arms began flailing around in the air, if he didn’t get to you soon you would drown and he wouldn’t be able to forgive himself so he continued to swim harder and faster.

Finally he reached you and immediately he reached out to pull your body closer to his.

“NO”you yelled, swimming away slightly.

“I’m trying to save your life, why are you trying to die?!”Hardin yelled at your retreating body.

“I’m not drowning you idiot”you began to scream back. Hardin smirked unintentionally, this was the first time he’d met you, under unusual circumstances but he was intrigued. You intrigued him. He’d often catch you up earlier than the others, pouring yourself an orange juice then disappearing to the corner where you sat peacefully until your best friends turned up.

“Why were you waving your arms in the air like that then?”Hardin exclaimed.

“I was trying to stop you from coming over here”you sighed pinching the bridge of your nose.

“Why would you want to do that?”Hardin grumbled, almost offended that you didn’t actually want his help.

“Y’know I wanted to practice my synchronised swimming”you lied almost falling speechless once seeing the amazing tattoo’s on his skin.

“You need more than one person to practice synchronised swimming y/n”The brown hair boy grinned in front of you, watching you as your cheeks flushed the same shade of red it did earlier that day.

You almost choked on the water you were floating in after hearing him say your name. How did he even know your name?

“You know me?”You blurted out abruptly.

“How could I not know you?”he replied without hesitation.

You furrowed your eyebrows at him, silently asking for an explanation. He didn’t catch on so you decided to just drop it for now.

“So what are you actually doing out here al-”Hardin asked concerned.

“I’m naked okay?! My friends told my I should live my life to the fullest so we decided to try skinny dipping and they left the towels behind so they went to get them and then I’m guessing they got called away to do rock climbing because they haven’t come back”you exploded telling Hardin the truth.

He didn’t laugh at you like you thought he would, instead it looked like the cogs in his brain were working hard.

“Just warning you I can’t really see much, I haven’t got my glasses and my eyes are a bit blurry”you explained, laughing it off.

Unexpectedly he reached forwards, his hands framing your face as he drew closer, but he made sure that he wasn’t too close to you so you felt comfortable. His thumbs lightly ran traces underneath and around your eyes removing the water droplets from your eyelashes.

You were about to thank him however a sneeze got the better of you.

“I’ll be back real soon I promise”Hardin nodded with determination.

“Wha-Where are you going?!”you sighed, watching the handsome boy swim away.

“We can’t have anyone see you naked can we?!”He swam on his back sending you a quick wink.

“Wait Hardin-

Immediately Hardin stopped, hearing you say his name was a moment that he wanted to take in piece by piece. You’d never really noticed him at school when everyone else had so this was a major development.

-Thankyou”you smiled over to him gratefully.

You were only left for a couple of moments before Hardin was rushing back towards the bank. In his arms he held multiple towels and he’d obviously broken into your cabin to get a change of clothes for you.

You laughed to yourself quietly as you swam carefully towards him. He was much sweeter than you thought he’d be, and as expected he was also way more handsome up close. Maybe it wasn’t so bad at all, you found yourself wanting to know more about Hardin, you wouldn’t admit it to your friends but you wanted to ask Hardin out.

“C’mon you’re gonna get sick, you’re already sneezing”Hardin warned as he closed his eyes, waiting for you to step into the towel he was holding out for you.

“You can open your eyes now”you smiled as he wrapped his hoodie around you whilst you dryed off.

“Ahh don’t forget these”Hardin grinned, pulling your glasses out of his pocket.

“So, you know me huh?”you sent him a playful smile before getting dressed. Not forgetting his earlier comment.

“I definitely think I have a soft spot for you Miss. Y/N”Hardin confessed.

“You should come and join me, for uh- orange juice tomorrow morning if you want I know it sounds abit lame or if you want to hang out for the rest of the day we could and-

“Let’s do both”he agreed, smiling happily holding out his hand.

“Tabby I’m blaming you, y/n is going to kill us!”Liv shook her head as the two girls sprinted towards the lake where they’d left y/n for an hour or so.

“I thought I packed them, she’s going to kill me first”Tabby exclaimed, rolling her eyes as the two panicked girls came to the clearing with a pile of towels just in time to see y/n slip her hands into Hardin Scott’s.

“We’ve been gone for an hour and suddenly she’s living life to the fullest more than anyone”Liv clapped her hands together quietly.

Bad Neighbours

Characters- Hardin Scott x Reader

Description- The reader moves in next door to Hardin and his family. Having to put up with multiple nights of shouting and smashing vases she one night finally decides to go and confront them about it.. though Hardin is the one to answer the door, drunk and angry. This leads to an awful first encounter.

There’s no use in trying to study with all this noise. Recently new neighbors have moved in next door and nearly every night for the past week all I’ve heard from there is argument after argument and loud music. I sigh as I close my book. I’ve had enough!

I make my way over to the door and rattle my fist on pine wood. I wait for a moment but no one answers so I knock again, but louder. A teenage boy answers. I could smell the booze from his breath.

“Can I help you?” He asks uninterestedly, a relaxed yet angrerer expression on his face.

“Yes uh can you please keep the noise down? My names y/n, I live next door..” I politely introduce myself and try to not expose my anger towards the situation.

“And why would I do that, y/n?” He slurs, sarcastically saying my name as he did.

“I’m trying to study and I can’t concentrate with all the noise and...” I go on to explain before he butts in, obviously not caring.

“Well go study somewhere else.” He says and goes to close the door but I fling my foot out and stop it from closing.

“Remove your foot, before I crush it.” He stared intensely at me, almost enough to make me back down and sluggishly walk back to my house where the same events would be repeated over and over.. but I don’t. I stare right back at him.

I sigh, exhausted and annoyed “You’re not gonna do that. I know you won’t. Now turn the shitty music down before I file a complaint.”

“Who the fuck do you think you are? Get the fuck off my property you stupid bitch!” He screams and I flinch slightly at the tone of voice he’s using.

“Excuse me... What did you just call me?” I ask, almost as if I’m giving him an opportunity to change his answer. He doesn’t.

“A bitch.” He repeats.

“You know what. Fuck this shit.” I say and get my phone out from my cardigan pocket, ready to call the police. I need to study!!

“What are you doing?” He asks almost calmly as I begin to type the number into the dial pad.

“Calling the cops.” I reply unbotheredly, that is before he snatches the phone from my hand and flings it to the floor, then proceeding to stomp on it repeatedly.

I stand there horrified as I stare at the shattered remains of my phone that laid on the ground, it takes me a moment to process what had just happened before anger begins to bubble through me.

“What the fuck you asshole!! Look at what you did!!” I scream at the boy, I don’t even know his name yet and he’s already smashing my phone!

He stares at me, then at my phone “Oops.” He simply says, not giving one fuck.

“You owe me a new phone!” I jab my finger into his chest.

He swats my hand away “No, I really don’t.” My breathing begins to eradicate and I internally squeal. This guy has some nerve.

Before I blow up entirely I let out one shaky breath and close my eyes for a moment “Please, please, please! Just turn the music down. Please.” I reopen my eyes to look at him, only to have him drunkenly giggle and shake his head. I was on the verge of angry tears.

“No.” And just like that the door slams in my face.

That fucking asshole! I stare at my broken phone with all my memories of my dad on them. Thankfully I backed up all my photos on my laptop otherwise that asshole would have to face my wrath.

I make my way back to my house and as soon as I enter my room I chuck my books in my bag and get changed into pjs and try sleep. It takes forever to fall asleep due to that asswhat next door with his loud music but eventually I dose off into a slumber but it wasnt long before my alarm clock wakes me up.

I get up from the warm comfort of my bed and just as I’m about to get into the shower the door knocks. I grab a towel and wrap it round me tightly and open the door to see the asshole from next door. He looks... hangover. Ha!Ha! karma, this is karma. He must like the look of me as he shamelessly looks me up and down.

I give a fake and rather awkward cough “Ahem”.

“You look like death.” I say smugly and he rolls his eyes.

“Here. Take this.” He stretches out his arm and passes me a black cardboard cup, the amazing aroma of freshly ground coffee fills my nostrils. “Get dressed, we are going on a walk”.

“And what makes you think I’m going to go anywhere with you?.” I raise my eyebrow at him.

“Just get dressed.” He groans out.

“Fine. Come in. Don’t break anything.” I warn.

“I won’t.” He rolls his eyes which were a gorgeous colour of blue.

I head to my room and get dressed in a plain grey summer dress. The shower can wait until later on. I went for one last night anyways. I apply minimum make up and put on a pair of black boots and shove my hair up into a bun. I head downstairs and see the boy standing sipping his coffee.

“I’m ready.” I say as I grab my coffee.

“Took you long enough.” He mumbles.

We head out and I make sure to lock my door before we start walking. We walk for about 15 minutes in silence until we reach a spot that is surrounded by trees and a small river.

“You’re not gonna kill me are you?” I ask jokingly.

“No.” Was his reply.

“So why are we here?” I question.

“To talk.” He says.

“About?.”

“Last night.” He says a look of regret on his face.

“I’m sorry. I was drunk and I wasn’t thinking straight. That guy you met last night, he’s not me. I was a mess.” He rushes out.

“Look, I get it. You’re in a bad place but that doesn’t give you the right to be a jerk. You broke my phone.” I say.

“I know that’s why...”

He reaches into his bag and pulls out a box I stare at the box hesitantly before I take it out of his hand.

“What’s this?” I say, eyeing it suspiciously.

“Open it and find out.” He says.

I open the box and gasp as I stare at the phone inside.

“Um.. I-I , uh thanks... Thank you.”

“I really am sorry for the way I treated you.” He says.

“It’s fine. You’ve already apologised. Just don’t do it again?” I reply.

“Promise.” He says with a nod almost like he was reassuring himself.

The rest of the walk was an eerie silence, I don’t know what to say to this boy! I’ve only ever seen him in my English lecture, he’d always make little remarks about the characters in books, or, I’d look back at him and he’d be either doodling or writing in a little black journal he always carried around with him.

I sneak a look at him, his eyebrows are furrowed and he’s staring at the ground as we walk. His lips bloodless, pursed in a straight tight line.. like he was thinking about something, like this was the first time he had done anything like this before.

“Are you alright?” I finally speak up, the silence between us beginning to get on my nerves. He looks up at me, his eyebrows still bunched together as he nods.

“Yeah, why do you ask?” I shrug to his question, a sigh emitting from my lips, a cloud of fog forming in front of my face as my warm breath mingles with the chilly air.

“You seem.. somewhat, unsure. About all of this.” I turn to look at the brown haired boy once again. This conversation really wasn’t going anywhere.

He laughs and shakes his head “unsure about what? This isn’t anything, to me and I sure as hell hope so to you too.”

My lips fall apart as I’m about to say something but he suddenly interrupts me.

“I need to go.” He says outbursts, not even sparing me another glance he walks off, and as far as I can see he meets up with a group of people across the street from where we had walked too from the river..

I recognised one of the girls, Steph. She sat in front of me in chemistry. I swear she constantly stank of weed and booze. Although I recognised her I didn’t know the rest of them.

I see one of the girls look at me weird but I shrug it off and walk in the opposite direction heading off to the campus, I don’t want to be late.

As usual I arrive at class early and sit down in my seat and prepare to start the day. Just as Mr brown starts class and explains what we will be doing he walks in. He doesn’t even spare me a second glance as he takes his seat which is not too far away from me. As I’m writing down what is presented on the whiteboard to the class I feel a pair of eyes burn into the side of my face.

I look up only to see Hardin is looking at me, but he is quick to look away as when he realises I caught him staring. I tilt my head and perk up an eyebrow, confused. Did I have something on my face? Nah Gabby would’ve told me. Gabby is my best friend, she is a complete fruitcake but I love her.

As soon as class is dismissed I grab my things as quickly as I can and run out of class to meet Gabby at Phil’s, which is the local diner, the best one I’ve ever been to in my opinion.

Bad Neighbors

Characters- Hardin Scott x Reader

Description- The reader moves in next door to Hardin and his family. Having to put up with multiple nights of shouting and smashing vases she one night finally decides to go and confront them about it.. though Hardin is the one to answer the door, drunk and angry. This leads to an awful first encounter.

I meet up with Gabby at Phil’s, we exachange a quick but meaningful hug and then take a seat in one of the leather booths. Gabby is a very cool toned kinda person, she likes greys, off whites, black clothing. She hates wearing bright colours, but she will dye her hair rainbow if she felt like it. She’s very... Grungy?

“I tried calling you last night but you didn’t pick up, what happened?” Gabby grabs a menu and quickly scans over all the foods available.

“Oh, uh.. I accidentally dropped my phone and it smashed” There was absolutely no way I was telling Gabby about Hardin, she would go ballistic! As much as I love her I really do not have the energy to hold her back from punching someone in the face- besides, he did give me a new one. “I’ve got a new number, I’ll write it down for you, yeah?” I say with a soft smile.

Gabby raises her eyebrows, obviously shocked at the fact that I smashed my phone, which I’ve been paying up for the last year or so. I reach over to her side of the table and take a napkin out of the little dispenser and then grab a pen from my bag, writing down the multiple digits that make up my number. “There. Now you can call whenever you need me” I then hand the napkin to Gabby, she examines it for a moment and then shoves it in her pocket.

A waitress comes over and takes our orders, Gabby gets a burger with fries and a coke and I get chilli fries with a strawberry milkshake.

“So, y/n/n, I was thinking we could maybe go see a movie? Oh! Or we can just watch one at my house with blankets, Ethan might be there tho..” ugh! Ethan!! Grabbys new boyfriend, I hate that dude. Ever since him and Gabby got together I’ve seen her less and less, but I guess that’s how it is when you’re young and in love.

“Uh, well-“ just as I’m about to reply a small group of obnoxiously loud teens come through the doors of the diner, again, I see Hardin mingled in with them, his arm slung around one of the girls shoulders. Gabby cranes her neck to look around and them, a frown on her face.. she looked pissed.

They go to sit in the booth behind us, Hardin completely ignoring my existence. One of the girls was laughing loudly but you it was obvious that it was forced. Gabby rolls her eyes and continues to swoon over Ethan, her daydreams about him being interrupted by the girls laugher.

“Can you, like, keep it down? I’m trying to have a conversation with my friends but I can’t focus! all I can hear is you forcing stupid little squeaky laughs.” Gabby snaps.

“Excuse me? Who do you think you’re talking too?” The girl barks, disgust evident in her voice.

“You obviously.” Gabby glares at her intensely, I try to get Gabbys attention to tell her to calm down but I am ignored once again. I rub my temples and try and block out all of the conflict but am brought right back to reality when the girl says something cruel to Gabby.

“Molly, shut up.” I hear Hardin growl under his breath. To which I slide out from my seat and turn towards the booth that they are all sat at.

“What did you just say?” I ask, it was a rhetorical question, but I wanted to see if this Molly girl would change her tone. She looked shocked that I even said anything, and there was a pause. “I’m talking to you! What did you just say to her?” I repeat, anger bubbling through me, no one gets to disrespect my best friend the way she just did.

Mollys eyes somewhat darken and she also stands up, getting close-ish to me “I said.” There’s a small pause “that Ethan was good in bed.” Her lips curve up into a smug smirk and she folds her arms over her chest.

I bite the inside of my cheek and without further hesitation I lunge myself at Molly, grabbing onto her shoulders and tackling her to the ground. Adrenaline courses through my veins and I can’t help but not feel the slap she lays on my face as I grab onto her hair and attempt to slam her head on the marble flooring of the Diner.

Just as I’m getting into it a pair of strong, tattooed arms wrap around my torso and drag me from Molly, her hair still tangled in my fingers. I squirm aggressively and stare at Molly as I do, who is now being held by a guy with brown hair, I think his name might be Zed. My jaw clamped shut as I try to gather myself.

I look over my shoulder to see who had interrupted my fun and see the familiar face of the English boy from earlier, Hardin, who looks awfully angry... whoops.

It doesn’t take long for us all to get thrown out from Phil’s.. after all I did start a fight. I felt horrible for the other customers, but I definitely do not regret what I did, that bitch deserved it.

“Are you fucking insane??” Hardin whisper shouts in my ear, his English accent thick. I look at him, his greyish green eyes bearing into mine, I don’t know what it was about the anger written all over his face but it was somewhat really really.. attractive.

“It’s called being a good friend. If you were me, you’d do the exact same thing!” I pull away from him, making sure we kept our distance from one another.

“You see that’s the thing, I wouldn’t! Because I’m not fucking crazy, y/n!” He rakes his hand through his hair, clearly frustrated with me. I notice him look over his shoulder at the rest of his friend group and sigh.

“Whatever. Just don’t hurt youself, you’re obviously a big girl and can make your own decisions. I’ll see you around, y/l/n.” And with that being said he walked away. What is it with this boy?! One minute he cares and the next he doesn’t!

I shake my head and try not to get too wrapped up in my thoughts, I shuffle over the Gabby and she laughs pulling me into a tight hug she obviously thought what happened was epic.

“You really are my best friend, I love you, y/n/n”.

“I love you too, GabGab.” I pull away from the hug and she glares at me.

“Don’t say too!!” I hold up my hands as if I’m surrendering and giggle. “Okay, okay.. sorry.”

Gabby and I go our separate ways and it feels like the walk to my house took forever. As I stalk closer and closer to my house I noticed someone sitting on the roof of Hardins house, dressed in all black with their hood up, I try to ignore how suspicious it is, I thought it might’ve been one of his friends until I hear him call on my name and soon realise it was Hardin after all.

I turn in his direction and shrug my shoulders “What do you want, Hardin?” I ask, trying to seem uninterested in him.

“Could you maybe come up for a second? I want a word with you?” He says and I raise a brow, he ‘wants a word with me’ who does he think he is, my dad?

But sure enough I do go up to the roof to see him, After awkwardly saying a quick hello to his family.

I crawl out from his bedroom window and take a seat down beside him, trying not to cling onto Hardin, the fear of falling circling my mind.

“So... what is it you needed to talk to me about?” I ask, I could smell the light tinge of alcohol on his breath.. this obviously can’t be good. He holds a little glass in his hand, which is filled with a golden brown liquid, whisky.

He takes a swig of his drink and quickly glances at me “I can’t stop..” he mumbles drunkly, which makes me look at him funnily.

“You can’t stop what, Hardin?” I ask, my voice showing concern.

“I can’t stop thinking about you.” He looks at me, his eyes looked sad.. “what are you doing to me, y/n?” I sit there, looking at him shocked and confused.

“Hardin.. this is too soon, far too soon... I hardly know you” I whisper, trying to let him down gently.

He lets out a angered sigh, like he was mad at himself “I know! And that’s what’s annoying me! There just- there’s just something about you.. “ he breathes in deeply and then exhales loudly “but we have time, right?”.

I fiddle with the sleeves on my dress and give a soft nod “yeah..” I tuck my hair behind my ear and look at him “we have time..”

You’re mine, understand?

Characters- Hardin Scott x Reader.

A/N: This was requested by the lovely @ellagoals, please keep sending in requests everyone! They are open!! Don’t be shy, I don’t bite :)

Description- Hardin has always been the jealous type. He hated seeing you with other guys, so when you have an English exam coming up Jace needs ‘support’ studying, and you are there to help. To say the least you have never seen Hardin get this way with anyone else except you.

Jace and I sit on the floor of his bedroom, books scattered absolutely everywhere on the carpeted floor as I try desperately to explain to him what the difference is between word choice and imagery. I myself know that Jace is not stupid, he is far from it but it seemed to me that he was trying to act like an idiot, though I’m not one to judge so I persevere on.

“Are you getting any of this? Or should I go over it one more time?” I ask as softly as I could without seeming irritated.

“One more time? Please?” He gives a quick smile and waits for me to go over it again. I’ve been at this for almost two hours.

As I’m reading over the tumblr worthy notes in the notepad, the words now memorised. I look up to see him just staring at me, like what I was saying was going in one ear and out the other. He was staring at my lips quite a bit which made me shift uncomfortably.

“So how are you and Hardin?” He blurts out randomly, right as I was explaining the thing he was apparently ‘stuck on’.

“Uh.. we’re great, actually.” I spare him a glance and turn my gaze back to my notepad, scrunching my eyebrows in confusion when I feel a vibration come from my back jean pocket. It was a text message from Hardin, this can’t be good.

Hardin: Where are you?

You: I’m with Jace, he needed help studying. Why?

“Y/n, everything okay?” I somehow had forgotten where I was and flinched when I heard Jace call my name.

“Huh? Oh! Yeah, yeah. I’m alright.” I give a convincing smile and look back down at the bright screen which illuminated my face with a blinding shade of white. Hardin took a good couple of minutes to reply which gave me the impression that he was obviously pissed.

Hardin: I’ll be waiting for you outside your dorm in 5 minutes. Don’t be late.

I smile slightly at the reply, finally!! A chance to escape from this hell which has been brought down upon me.

“I’m so sorry, Jace. I need to go, we can pick this up again some other time, yeah?” I rush out, hoping that my apology seemed convincing enough for him to let me leave. I collect my books as quickly as I could, shoving them into my bag.

“Oh, uh yeah for sure, text me when we can next do this, you have my number and if not, Hardin sure does.” Of course he would want me to ask Hardin for his number, it’s like he lived to provoke Hardin into exploding.

I scurry out of the room and shuffle as quickly and collectively as I can. Something thrilled me about the thought of Hardin being somewhat angry about this.

I enter through the doors of my building and take a left to see Hardin leaning against my dorm door, his arms crossed against his chest as he stared me up and down. I take my lip between my teeth and suck on it gently.. he notices but chooses to ignore it.

“Are you fucking him?” He growls out, his eyes darkening as the words emitted past his lips. The smile faded from my face and I immediately shake my head.

“What? No! Of course I’m not fucking him!” I unlock the door to my dorm and step inside, Hardin following and slamming the door behind him.

“If you’re not fucking him then why haven’t you realised that he’s just taking advantage of the fact that he has you there alone with him? That he can feed your head with lies about me and others.. that’s the kind of person Jace is for fuck sake, Y/n!” He inhales deeply as he calms down, his nostrils flaring “I know you’ve got a brain up there. Start using it”.

I stand there speechless, my mouth pressed in a pout. I give a soft sigh and nod my head softly, looking at him through my eyelashes.

“You’re right. The whole time I was so uncomfortable.. I just wanted you” I admit quietly which makes Hardins lips twitch up at the sides for a spilt second. He takes a step towards me, his fingers gently hooking around my chin as he tilts my head up to meet his.

“Next time you feel that way, just leave. Okay?” It sounds like advice but also like he is somewhat warning me.

He gives my cheek a stroke and I relax into his touch, my eyes falling shut.

“Now be a good girl for me and come give me a kiss.” He speaks lowly. I look to him, his words making my core ache and my cheeks flush a pretty pink.

I slowly snake my hands up abdomen and let them rest on his chest as I softly grab his black shirt and pull him in for a kiss. He takes a firm grip on my waist and drags me roughly against his body, a muffled moan escapes my mouth as he does.

He pulls back from the kiss and throws me over his shoulder, giving my ass a firm squeeze as he walks towards the bed and lays me gently down on it.

He crawls over me, taking my wrists into his hands and pulling them up above my head as his tongue dives into my mouth. My hips buck up from the bed slightly as I become more and more impatient to feel something, anything.. as long as it’s him.

He pulls away from the kiss and grabs my chin tightly “Open your eyes, I want you to watch me ruin you” his eyes are basically black with lust now.

Hardin kneels down and unbuckles my jeans and helps me get out of them. He peels down my black thong slowly all while maintaining eye contact. He notices that my thong is damp which makes him smirk. “All for me?” I nod at his question. He then carefully pulls my shirt over my head and slides the straps of my bra down my arms and unclasps it leaving me totally bare and basically dripping wet.

“You’re such a pretty baby..” He groans softly and unbuckles his belt, his jeans fall to the floor and he peels of his shirt leaving him in only his boxers.

“Would you like me to taste you?” He asks, his eyes narrowing as he examines me, I begin to feel intimidated under his gaze.

I nod shyly.

“Words baby.” He says as he lets his finger tips trail over my bare stomach, leaving goosebumps coating my skin.

“Yes.” I say, my thighs pushing together slightly.

“Yes what baby girl? Say it.”

“Yes.. I want you to taste me, Hardin. Please...” I look up at him with pleading eyes and he coos at me.

“Fuck.. look at you using your manners, Angel. Such a sweet little thing.” He takes a hold of my thighs and spreads them apart, exposing my dripping centre to him, which boosts his ego as he knows that it was him that caused it.

He kissed down my neck and trails his kisses down to my thighs which he holds open. He leaves sweet kisses across my entrance before he teases my wet core with his tongue, trailing it along my slit making me let out a needy whimper. He flicks his tongue a few more times before he circles my clit. Hardin enters a finger inside of me, testing me as he moves it slowly. He slowly but surely picks up his speed and I grab onto the sheets as I let out a breathy moan.

“You like that, Princess? Being so good for Daddy.” He licks his lips before he begins to devour me again. The nickname he gave himself making me squirm with need, which made him move his hands from my thighs to my hips as he pinned them in place.

“You know I can’t give you what you need when you’re wriggling around like that, sweetheart.. now stay still, yeah?” He asks to which I slowly nod.

He teases me relentlessly for 20 minutes until I give in and begin to beg for him.

“Hardin.. please, please just fuck me. I’ll be good I promise” I sit up slightly and look at him, biting my lip “I won’t ever do anything like that again. Please” I continue to whine and he stands there smirking, his large hands gripping my hips and dragging me back down onto the bed and towards him.

“You want this?” He perks a brow as he pumps his shaft beneath the fabric of his boxers.

“Yes, I do.. I do.”

Without hesitation he pulls down his boxers and positions his cock with my core, teasingly pushing the tip in and taking it back out again.

“Hardin, plea-“ I don’t get a chance to finish my sentence as he pushes the whole of his length inside of me, my back arching of the bed. He seemed to enjoy the sinful little sounds coming from me as he rocked himself back and forth. His hips crashing into me every time.

“You’re mine, understand?” His fingers curl around my throat and squeeze gently, making my eyes roll to the back of my head.

“I-I understand.. I’m y-yours.” I stutter out during moans.

“Good. That’s what I like to hear” he huskily whispers to me as he nibbles on my ear lobe. His cock continuing to pound me into the mattress steadily, making sure that the bed didn’t rattle against the wall too much. We went at it all night like horny rabbits and I was certain that he knew that he got his point across.

Let’s just say Jace didn’t hear from me for a while..

Shots! Shots! Shots!

Characters- Hardin Scott x Reader

Description- This was requested by the lovely @mrswinchester29 :) ‘It was where I'm bestfriends with molly and the group we go out for a few drinks and a guy starts flirting with me and puts something in my drink hut I dont notice and molly rings hardin and zedd for help and I end up confessing to hardin i love him and then they try to take me home but i want to stay with guy and Hardin beats him up then convinces me to go home with him (hardin) and in the morning we talk about it and we get together xx

I arrive at the party neon lights flashed everywhere like police sirens but much more colourful. Everyone was dancing like they'd forgotten how to stand still. I spot my group of friends Molly Jace Steph zed and Hardin all sitting in a area laughing away. I head over.

"Hey beautiful finally decided to show up." Jace says.

"Come dance." Molly pulls me to the dance floor before I get a chance to speak.

"That guy over there is staring at you." Molly says nodding over to where a blonde haired guy in a white t-shirt and black jeans was standing. He looked cute.

"Ohhhh he's coming over." Says Steph.

"What?!" I ask and my cheeks flush slightly with panic.

I look over my shoulder and see the guy walking over towards us.

"Hey. I'm glen." He says in a failed attempt to charm me.

"Hi. Y/N.."

"What a beautiful name. Suits you." He chirps.

“Thank you.” I blush.

“Do you want a drink?” He asks.

I don’t normally drink most of the time when I come out with molly and the others but I guess I can let my hair down for one night. I deserve it after all.

“Uh yeah why not.” I say with a smile and a shrug.

“What do you want to drink?” He asks, sounding slightly intrigued.

“Vodka and Coke please.” I reply.

“Vodka and Coke coming right up. Wait here and I’ll go get you a drink.” He smirks slightly.

He walks off to the kitchen and I see Steph and molly looking at me with a sly grin. I notice Hardin standing over with everyone else and I send him a small smile to which he returns. Hardin has been my friend for a while now. At first we didn’t get along but he gradually starting being more nice to me and ever since we’ve been best friends.

“Here you go. Vodka and coke for the lady.” Glen says handing me my drink. I stare at the cup, hesitant at first but I take a large swig.

Salty..

I lick my lips and continue to drink, the salty taste not fading at all. I think nothing of it and drink the rest.

Glen and I talk for a while chatting about random things. He tells me about his football team he plays for at his college and I zone out. I start to zone out feeling dizzy and light headed.

“I don’t feel so good.” I say to glen and rub my head.

“What’s wrong? Want to go out for some fresh air?” He asks almost eagerly.

“I-i can’t think straight... I need Molly, can you go get her? Please?”

He takes my hand and I smile thinking he is taking me to molly but my smile is gone as I notice he’s heading in the wrong direction.

“Mollys over there.” I point.

“I know.” He says as we reach the stairs. He try’s to drag me up but I pull away but he doesn’t let go.

“What-what did you do to my drink?” I ask, my head swirling.

“L-let go.” I say and mange to get out his hold but I fall over. Glen looks shocked.

“Y/n are you okay? How much have you had to drink.” Molly asks.

“I-i think he’s put something in m-my drink. I feel funny.” I say.

Molly helps me up, I look to my right to see Steph and Glen having a heated argument, Glen looks like he is shitting his pants. I notice Molly phone someone but I don’t know who as I don’t hear the conversation. Not even a minute after the call Hardin walks in the house with Zedd and storms over to where I am, rage being the only evident expression on his face.

“What the fuck did you do to her drink!” Hardin growls as he grabs Glen by the collar.

“I’m sorry, man! She made herself an easy target” Glen says. Hardin eyes widen and he punches him square in the jaw and Glen falls to the floor. Zedd pulls Hardin away as he goes to punch Glen again.

“Hardin we have to get her out of here.” Zedd says. Hardin looks over at me and his eyes soften.

“Put your arm around my shoulder. I’m taking you home.” He says sternly.

“I don’t want to go home. I c-can’t.” I say.

“You need too, y/n.” He says, slightly frustrated.

“My parents won’t let me out ever again please Hardin don’t take me home. I’m fine.” I say as convincingly as I can.

“How about I take you home to mine then? You can’t stay here, you’re not fine. Come on.” He says as he practically has to drag me out of the house.

“Ok.” I nod my head.

Hardin and Zedd help me out to the car and Soon I’m sitting in Hardins house on his sofa with a cup of water while he makes me something to eat.

“Here you go.” He says handing me a plate with some fries on it. My favourite food.

“Thank you, Hardin.” I say and giggle afterwards. What is wrong with me? Oh yeah probably the fact I was roofied.

Hardin sits down beside me and we eat in silence. He stares up at me and my stomach flips, I lean in to him and he moves away.

“Y/n what-

“I like you Hardin. A lot.” I interrupt.

“Y/n, you’re drunk you don’t know what you’re saying. Maybe you should rest.” He says.

“No I do know what I’m saying. I like you, Hardin.” I say.

He stares at me blankly before sighing “Gathering that you probably won’t remember this it would probably be a good time to tell you that.. I like you too” he shrugs and I internally squeal, grabbing him by the collar and crashing my lips to his.

I pull away and rest my head on his shoulder, he lets out a shaky breath before shaking his head.

“Come on.. you can sleep in my room. Let’s get you too bed”.

I know for certain I’ll remember this in the morning, I just hope Hardin isn’t too stubborn too tell me how he feels again..

I drift to sleep, my chest warm from the fuzzy feeling of knowing that I’m being loved the way that I love.. and that is the best feeling in the whole world.

Nobody like you

Characters- Hardin Scott x Reader

Description- The reader babysits Hardin’s little brother Smith whilst he sneaks out to a party whilst Vance and Kimberly go out to dinner. This becomes a regular occurrence and Hardin starts staying at home more and more with the reader instead of sneaking out to frat parties, Hardin clearly developing something for the Reader.

Softly splashing water droplets hit the car windows as I pull up into the Vance’s driveway. I pulled the black hood of my sweatshirt over my head as I get out my car into the drizzly rain. I come here to babysit for one of my dads friends. Little Smith is adorable and never any trouble so I don't mind the fact that I don't get paid.

I ring the doorbell and soon the door opens and Vance tells me to come in with a smile on his face.

"Smith is upstairs getting changed into his pjs. Any problems just phone myself and Kimberly." He says as he puts on his coat. Kimberly gives me a small smile before they head out.

I hear someone cough obnoxiously loud and I turn round and see Hardin. My breath catches in my throat as I see that he has no shirt on. I try not to stare for too long and am quick to look elsewhere.

“I’m going out. Don’t wait up” His British accent is thick and I feel myself giving him a rather quiet response and a nod.

“Okay..”Hardin’s family and mine have been good friends for years, meaning that we knew each other fairling well, though me and Hardin have only ever shared brief conversation.

I take my coat off and hang it up on the rack near the door just as Smith comes down the stairs.

“Y/N" he yells as he runs and hugs me making me chuckle and hug him back.

"Missed me?" I chuckle making him nod with a smile.

"Where are you going?" He asks Hardin as he puts his shoes on.

"Out." He replied.

"Oh.. okay" he whispers with a frown.

I notice and act upon it, rubbing Smith’s shoulders comfortingly as I kneel down to his level.

“Doesn’t mean that we can’t have fun, right? How about you go wait in the kitchen and I’ll be there in a sec to make us some popcorn?” I watch as the adorable smile begins to rise back on to his features. It was the most heartwarming thing.

He darts to the kitchen and I giggle softly to myself before I bravely turn yo Hardin. As intimidating as the boy is I needed to say something.

“I get that you’re a pretty miserable person but that has nothing to do with Smith, okay? No need to be so cold towards him.” I cross my arms over my chest and try not to stare at the exposed skin of abdomen and chest- let’s not forget his arms..

His jaw clenches and his eyes darken as he stares at me, a small smirk on his lips “No one asked.” ... that was it? That’s all he said. I shrug off his dry response and I roll my eyes before I walk into the kitchen and see smith sitting on a stool with his arms propped up on the kitchen counter. I give him a smile before I head to the cupboard and grab a pack of popcorn and put it in the microwave. When it's ready I put it into a bowl and we head into the living area where Hardin stands putting on his jacket.

"What do you want to watch ?" I ask the little boy. He sits silently for a moment as he thinks about it.

“The Lion King!” He squeals and I nod my head, grinning softly.

“Good choice, Little guy!” I switch on the animated version of ‘The Lion King’ and watch as Hardin storms off, like our happiness somewhat offended him.

I try not to think about it too much and let my fingers wriggle into the bowl of warm popcorn, taking some and dropping the carnals into my mouth individually.

A couple of hours pass and Smith falls asleep on the couch. I throw a blanket over him and tidy up the mess that we had made, I fill the kitchen sink with hot, soapy water and plop all the dirty dishes into it.

Just I beginning cleaning the dishes I hear the door slam shut and I jump, startled. I quickly dry my hands on a nearby tea towel and rush to the door to see a drunk Hardin standing there, leaning against the doorframe, obviously drunk.

“Hardin..? Are you alright?” I ask as softly as I could. His head shoots up at the sound of my voice and he scoffs.

“Look at you. Coming over here with your cute clothes and your stupid manners! Think you’re better than me huh, y/n?” The words role off his tongue like venom and I stand there doe eyed.

“No.. of course I don’t think that, can we please talk about this somewhere else? Smith is asleep..” I take a step towards him and he puts his finger and shakes it, telling me ‘no’.

“Why not talk here, hmm? God, y/n!” He rushes out loudly.

“Hardin.. you’re drunk, come on.” I grab his arm and lead him upstairs, he stumbles and trips multiple times but we make it in the end.

We make it to his room and I sit him down on his bed. He just stares at me with these cold eyes and I can't help but feel intimidated.

"You should get some rest before Vance gets home." I say which makes him roll his eyes and get up from the bed.

"I need more beer." He says. I block him from leaving.

"Don’t you think you've had enough?” I say, still standing my ground.

"You’re not the boss of me. You’re here to take care of Smith, not me." He gently grabs my shoulders and moves me.

“Hardin, no!” I shout slightly and grab his wrist, dragging him back into the room.

“Go to bed. Now.” I slowly shuffle him back to the bed and let him flop onto it.

“You, Y/n l/n, are very bossy...” he glares at me, his eyebrows scrunching as he slowly dozes off, allowing me to vacate back downstairs.

Sighing I head into the kitchen to finish off the dishes. About half an hour later Vance and Kimberly arrive home.

"Everything okay?" Vance asks.

"Yeah, everything was great" I reply.

"Good to hear. You head off home now, sweetheart and we will see you next week." He chirps.

I grab my coat and head out after saying goodbye to Vance and Kimberly. I arrive at my house an hour later and change into pjs and head straight to bed.

** next week **

I pull up into Vances driveway and I see Hardins car parked. I perk a brow, confused as to why he was still home. Inside I could hear loud screeches of laugher and the place reeked of weed..

As I walk in there is no sign of Kimberly or Vance, and I’m assuming that Smith was hiding up the stairs in his room.

As I walk into the living room my jaw drops as I stand there in complete shock.. I knew Hardin was an asshole but not this much of an asshole.

Sat on the couch was Hardin and this girl, her hair dyed pink at the tips. Two boys sat across from them and in the corner was a blonde girl and a brunette, her tips also dyed hot pink.

“Hardin..?” I say awfully softly, it was near enough a whisper but his head shoots up at the sound of my voice, his arm immediately unwrapping from around the girl, his face dropping.

"What's going on?" I ask him. The girl beside him snorts.

"What do you think?" She says with a smug smirk on her face.

"I invited a few friends round. It’s not a big deal." He shrugs, eyeing me intensely.

"Where's smith?" I ask, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Upstairs." Was his reply. Blunt..

"You invited your friends round with booze and- and weed! with you little brother in the house? How much of an asshole are you??" I say anger boiling inside of me.

"Woah someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning." One of the boys speak.

“Y/n, outside.. I want a word.” Hardin barks out his command and I stare at him blankly.

“Now, y/n!” He shouts slightly which makes me flinch and listen, walking out of the room and into a more quiet and private place.

I stand quietly as I look at Hardin, trying my best to ignore the pissed off expression on his face.

“Could you not do this right now? It’s my fucking house.” He stalks closer to me and I feel my heart beat quicken slightly.

“Hardin.. I know it is, it’s just Smith. He’s Uhm he’s upstairs and this isn’t appropriate..” I stutter out, cursing at myself for doing so.

He scoffs and rolls his eyes “if you’re that bothered go upstairs with him, I don’t care.”

I don’t care.

I shake my head slightly and sigh “alright, if this is what you really want.” I sluggishly walk up the stairs and hear little footsteps run towards me.

“Y/n! Thank god you’re here!” He wraps his arms around my legs and I giggle, goosebumps rising on my skin.

“Why is it so cold up here..?” I ask curiously as I glance into each room, the windows all open.

“Oh, I had to open them. It smells funny.” And at that sentence I furrow my brows angrily.

“Smith, go to your room. I’ll be back in a minute.” I shoo him away and storm downstairs and straight into the living room.

“Get out.” I stare intensely at everyone in the room and Hardin narrows his eyes at me, piercing into my very soul.

“What was that, y/n?” He asks, almost giving me a chance to change what I just said.. as intimidating as it was I wasn’t backing down, not this time.

“I said, get the fuck out.” I speak demandingly, I wasn’t letting Smith be exposed to this shit!!

The girl perched next to Hardin goes to protest against me but he stops her with a whisper, lookin to the rest of his ‘group’ he gives them a angry nod.

“I’ll handle this. See you guys later, yeah?” He clenches his jaw tightly as he looks me up and down and everyone leaves with groans and grumbles.

"What the fuck y/n?!” Hardin says anger evident in his tone.

"What?" I ask completely unbothered.

"Why the fuck did you do that!" He shouts.

"Because they shouldn't have been here, Hardin! That’s why!!" I reply.

"You’re Smiths babysitter not mine! You don't have the right to throw people out my house." He says.

"Exactly. I'm Smiths babysitter so it's my responsibility to make sure he feels safe in his own home. Therefore I had to throw out your girlfriend and your friends." I say.

“Molly is not my fucking girlfriend and Smith was perfectly safe!” He growls out lowly, even more furious.

"Sure looked like it when you were all over her. And well he didn't feel safe. Poor little boy was shaking from the cold! He looked so tired but obviously getting laid is more important to you." I say, trying to not shout.

“Jealousy doesn’t look good on you.” He says with a smirk. I laugh.

“I am not jealous.” I sqeak out.

“Clearly.” He says with a eyeroll.

“I’m not jealous!” I shout.

“Then why did you look so disappointed when you saw me all over molly.” He says stepping closer.

“I wasn’t disappointed. I was shocked. I didn’t expect there to be people here drinking and smoking. I didn’t even expect you to be here.” I say.

“Well I’m not gonna be here for long. I’m headed out.” He says.

“You should tidy up this mess before you go because I definitely am not.” I snap ready to walk up stairs but Hardin grabs my wrist.

I spin around to meet him, our faces meer inches away from each other’s “Hardin.. you’re hurting me.” I whisper, my eyes flickering down to his lips and back to his eyes in which I get lost in immediately. So lost that I don’t feel him let go of my wrist and place his hand on my waist gently.

He brings his free hand up to my face and strokes my cheek before running his thumb over my bottom lip, the gesture makes me want to shy away from him but I just flush a deep red instead.

He grips my jaw softly and brings his lips crashing down onto mine. My eyes fall shut and I let my hands wrap around his shoulders, gripping them as I keep myself as close to him as possible.

I want to pull away before I lose myself but I can’t seem to. When we broke away after what seemed like hours he leaned in a little closer and put his forehead against mine, closing his eyes as he strokes my cheek.

"I've been wanting to do that for such a long time." He whispers and I smile, my heart fluttering at his voice.

“Do it again..” I look at him, parting my lips slightly as I let my fingers rake through his hair.

Without hesitation he collides his lips with mine, hooping his hands beneath my thighs and lifting me up, which makes me squeal slightly but not break the kiss.

He carries me upstairs and into his room and puts me back onto the ground whilst still kissing me slamming the door shut with his foot. The kiss starts to get more heated, Hardin kissing me deeper and squeezes my ass. I opened my mouth with a low moan my eyes falling shut with bliss.

He pulls his shirt over his head and pushes me hard onto the bed. Then he's all business, undoing my jeans and pulling them off. I know I should stop him but I don't. Instead I let him grab the end of my t-shirt and pull it up over my head until I'm laying in just my bra and my underwear.

He unbuckles his belt and drops his jeans to the floor along with his boxers before he slips on a comdom but I really wasn’t paying attention to that. He places his arms at the side of my head and leans down to peck my lips sweetly a couple times before on of his hands moves to pull down my underwear.

I feel his tip at my entrance and my breathing starts to eradicate intensely, my body full of desire for him. My mouth lets out a moan in ecstasy as he finally pushes inside of me.

“Oh god..” I whisper as I close my eyes only to reopen them to Hardin looking down at me, lust clouding his expression.

I let my fingers trace up his arm and I grip onto his shoulder gently, moaning out loudly every time he rocks himself back and forth into me.

“You’ve got to be quiet, sweetheart” He chokes out just before he groans softly, I didn’t even get a chance to stutter out a reply before his lips were on mine again. It seemed that he had wanted this for just as long as I did.

His thrusts increased in speed and force and it became unbearable to stay quiet, so he pulled out of me and flipped me around, pinning my hips to the mattress and pushing roughly into me once again. This time my moans muffled by the duvet cover.

With each thrust I have to bite my lip to keep my moans quiet but it was getting harder to do so as the pleasure was getting too much. Hardin struggled to keep his grunts quiet as he picked up his speed. I let out an animalistic moan as he hits the most sensitive spot, I crave for him to hit it again and he does. With every moan I let out his grunts become heavier and louder, thank god for the thick walls.

“I think I’m going to come.. “ I stutter out, I could feel Hardins smirk burning into the back of my head.

“Yeah, baby? Mmmm gonna come for me like a good girl?” He leans down to whisper in my ear before nibbling on my earlobe which makes me squirm desperate for my release.

“Yes yes yes..” I repeat profanities over and over, my mind swirling and my high approaching.

“I’m close too, darling..” he grunts out just before we both shakily finish at the same time.

I pant heavily and let my head fall into the pillows, Hardin collapsing beside me. I look too him sweetly, almost innocently and smile.

He pulls me close to him and I lay my head on his chest, allowing him to plant a loving kiss on my forehead. What a confusing guy I must admit..

“I’ve been waiting for you for such a long time, y/n..” I tilt my head towards him, pecking his cheek.

“Funnily enough I have too.” And like a dream we both slowly drift off to sleep.. that is before we hear a panicked knock at Hardins room door.

“Is everyone okay? I heard screaming!” Smith shouts slightly and we both look at each other wide eyed.. let’s hope he doesn’t say anything to Vance.

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