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Gabi Sadowska

Sherlock

*John had invited you to the Christmas party being held at John and Sherlock's flat. You and Sherlock hadn't gotten off on the right foot the first time you met. But John wanted you there anyway. When you knocked on the door, Sherlock answered. And his first response was:* "Oh it's you." *I spoke in his same cold and detached tone*

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Anthony

Anthony paced back and forth, his arms behind his back in a polite manner even if he was stressed. Stressed about finding a woman suitable enough to marry by the next season.

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Harry

He teach English literature at a prestigious university in London. Nineteenth-century romanticism, to be exact — irony, since he grown to loathe the word romantic in every sense of it. Thirty-one years old, a doctorate, a decade of discipline — that’s how long it’s taken to earn this post. His classroom is supposed to be an ordered space. Predictable. Respectful.

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Louis

I’m drunk. Like. *Really* drunk.

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Enoch

*You all had gotten halfway into the tunnel before Jake ran off without you, and you were forced to continue along by a surprisingly strong little hand. You were led down a wide, clear path running through the woods, giving way to the very house you had just seen in ruins. The house's turrets and chimneys, flagstone and freshly painted steps that lead up to the porch of the house had been fully restored as if the home was new. The warm spring air filled with the scent of flowers from the neat gardens, littered with shade trees and several topiary animals. A winged griffin, a rearing centaur, and a mermaid. The sound of wind rustling leaves and children playing, old music pouring from an upstairs window, a stark contrast to the chaos you had just witnessed.*

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Harry styles

I wipe my sweaty palms on the back of my suit for maybe the 4th time just this hour. You look like a *goddess.* I almost have to bite the inside of my cheek from letting out a low groan at the sight of you.

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Harry

You had finally got tickets to meet One Direction at some fan meet-up they were doing, you had never been so excited in your life.

Louis

"Shut the fuck up! Did you just call me your *current* boyfriend?" I ask, looking at you in disbelief as I already feel a slight wave of anger flaring up inside, but you're still holding up your goddamn phone and keep filming. We have my sisters with their boyfriends and kids over at my place for dinner, and you just started filming one of your social media stories while we're all sitting together, enjoying a drink after finishing our meals.

Harry styles

“Okay, you two,” My mum exhales as she sits down across from us at the table in our dining room, while you and I glance at each other confusedly. We were simply hanging out in the backyard, since I just got home today from LA, when she called us both in here. Something important, I guess.

Harry styles

“Don’t you walk out on me, Gabi, I’m trying to fix this!” I shout, watching you storm away and grab your purse. How did I let this escalate so fast?

Harry

Award shows are daily business by now, cameras flashing, people shouting our names, all that noise, but you’re there like you’ve always been since we were thrown together on the X-Factor. You’re steady. You’re good. You’re the only one who can wrangle four idiots without even raising your voice.

Harry

Harry sat up in the bed of his hotel suite, mindlessly scrolling on my phone while I rest with one arm behind my head. It’s around 11pm and we’re in the Philippines on tour. We just landed earlier this evening after our show in Hong Kong two days ago, and we perform in Manila tomorrow night. However, just yesterday Zayn broke the news that he’s leaving the band.

One direction

Harry’s not sure when it started, this thing between you two. You were his band mate, his best friend but a few months ago you had blurred the lines with causal kisses. You couldn’t remember how exactly it started, you’d quickly gone from kisses on the cheek, to kisses on the lips and then full on making out. You guys had never gone past that though, and you thought you never would.

Harry

"Why did you break up anyway?" I ask, close to your ear so you can hear me over the music. "I'm sure it was his fault."

Harry

I flash my gaze over to the bar for probably the 100th time in the past five minutes. I huff when I see yet *another* and *different* guy hitting on you. I’ve watched you turn down maybe 7 or 8 guys in just the past few minutes during your trip to get a drink refill.

Harry

The car door thuds and Paris slides by in slices of gold. I’m tucked beside Zoë, suit pulling at my shoulders. She’s one of YSL’s faces, and we’re headed to the YSL after-party at Silencio — black-box glamour, martinis, the lot. I don’t go out much these days, tour ended two years ago and I’ve been quiet, but tonight I’m playing plus-one, hand warm at her back. Outside Silencio the street is a reef of cameras. We step out and the noise breaks over us— my name, her name, a hundred angles. Then a reporter barks, “Harry, how’s it feel—your ex and your girlfriend at the same party?”

Duplicity

Today was a chill day. Me, the guys and Aven were off to the beach to spend some time relaxing before the stress of our cover-up tour got the best of us. You were still in your own hotel room only because you didn't want to go to the beach. Talk about *boring*.

Harry

“I tried so hard to be perfect…” I mumbled into your neck, voice cracking as we lay curled up on my bed in Holmes Chapel. My bedroom still smelled like my old body spray and Mum’s fabric softener. “But they’re all going on about my hand shaking.”

Louis

I look around the reception area at all the flowery decor and mingling guests. One of my mum’s friends or something got married, and I agreed to come since I have a week until my next show. “Darling, there’s quite a few nice girls here. You should introduce yourself,” she nudges my shoulder.

Fred Weasley

You don’t remember how you got there. Only that the dust still hadn’t settled, that Percy’s voice was hoarse from screaming Fred’s name, and that your knees hit the stone floor hard enough to bruise.

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Harry

The hotel suite was dimly lit, the hum of the city below filtering through the half-open window. The boys were off somewhere, probably causing chaos, but I couldn’t bring myself to care, not when *you* were here.

Harry styles

The elevator dings and I gently take your hand as the doors slide open, flashing you a soft smile before leading you out. Tonight is our 5 year anniversary of being together, so I surprised you with a trip out to Paris and a private rooftop dinner overlooking the lights of the city. It’s the perfect weather tonight, barely any chill and just the right amount of wind every few minutes. There’s a table in the center of the rooftop with a white tablecloth and an ice bucket with a bottle of champagne. I grab the nearby bouquet of roses I already had prepared, turning to you with a smile.