Extended Preference #1

-Morning Texts-


I always woke up with a smile on my face as my phone buzzed across the room. I would just read his messages, not responding just laughing at his distresses.


Patience is a virtue that Jack didn’t have. My sleep was too deep to be disturbed by my ringing phone. Which concluded him coming over and wake you up with kisses.


He was cheesy in the mornings. You always woke up with a massive smiles and rushing to his house immediately just to give him a big kiss.


He was annoying at dawn. He wouldn’t leave you only, the constant texts and phone calls, but you wouldn’t trade that for anything in the world.

One-Shot Request for Laura

Hiii!! I’m Laura, I was wondering if you could make one where I am into bamds and tv fandoms or other stuff and that I always am saying stuff like “he’s soo hot!” And Finn gets jealous????

It was Tuesday night, mid-August, and the unusual, stifling heat made sleep impossible. Finn, my boyfriend, and I had plopped ourselves down on the sofa in our living room with two fans, a tub of rapidly-melting ice cream, and our laptops. For the past hour and a half, I had been wandering through Tumblr while Finn worked on his website.

“YES!” I suddenly shrieked.

“HOLY SHIT!” Finn yelled, startled. “Why did you have to do that?!”

“Sherlock’s coming back!” I bounced up and down with excitement.

“That’s all?” Finn groaned, looking back down at his laptop.

“Well aren’t you bursting with joy?” I said sarcastically, nudging Finn’s foot with my own.

“Laura, it’s a TV show,” Finn sighed impatiently. I narrowed my eyes at him.

“It is not just a TV show. Every single episode is a work of art, every second is scrutinized until it is perfect…”

“I didn’t think you would be able to see that much,” Finn said. “You’re usually only going on about Bene-what’s-his-face.”

“Benedict,” I corrected. “His name is Benedict Cumberbatch.”

“Sounds like a porn star,” Finn mumbled under his breath.

“Oh, what an original insult,” I said. “Come on, you can’t deny that he’s pretty much perfect. His eyes, his voice…”

I sighed dreamily, simply to annoy Finn. He hated it when I talked about famous people, especially ones that were generally considered “attractive”. A part of me knew I was being cruel by intentionally pissing him off, but another, slightly larger part of me kind of liked seeing him get all upset and defensive. I watched him try his hardest to ignore my taunting, but he couldn’t.

“He’s, like, 40!”

“He’s only,” I paused to think. “Thirty-seven.”

Finn laughed triumphantly.

“Well maybe I like older men,” I said, turning back to my laptop. I peeked over the screen once to see Finn glaring at me. “What?”

“Why do you always do that?” he said quietly. He looked genuinely hurt, but I tried not to notice.

“Do what?” I asked innocently.

“Talk about celebrities like they’re some hierarchy, as if they’re completely flawless and the only ones who really have any importance,” Finn went on. And then, barely audible, he added, “As if you love them more than me.”

I felt a little guilty now. Finn had gone back to typing away on his laptop, but he looked like he wanted to cry. I put my own computer on the ground and crawled forward. Finn looked up at me questioningly as I took his laptop and put it down next to mine. Then I climbed onto his lap and took his beautiful face in my hands.

“I’m sorry,” I murmured. Finn watched me for an agonizing few seconds.

“It’s okay,” he finally said.

“No, it’s not,” I said. “Finn, no celebrity could ever mean as much to me as you do. I love you, Finn. I love you.”

I leaned forward and placed my lips on his in a short, sweet kiss. Then I trailed my lips up his cheek to his temple, down his jaw, to the spot just behind his ear, all the while curling my fingers in his soft hair.

“Laura…” he groaned.

“I love you,” I whispered in his ear. And then, because I couldn’t help myself, “But did you see the latest One Direction photo-shoot? So sexy.”

In a split-second, Finn shoved me off of him and rolled off the sofa. I sat back on my heels and watched in shock as he stormed down the hall and into the bedroom, never once looking back. I jumped slightly when he slammed the door.

Shit. I definitely had taken it way, way too far. My shoulders slouched and I let out a small, involuntary whimper, as I had no idea what to do. To be honest, I was a little scared of how Finn would react if I went in there right now. It wouldn’t be the first time he had yelled at me. But I also knew that I shouldn’t leave an apology too long.

I decided to give him five minutes to calm down. When that was up, I took a deep breath and hauled myself off the sofa. I padded slowly across the hardwood floor, down the hall and to the door of the bedroom we had shared for the past six months.

I raised my hand hesitantly and knocked twice. There was no answer.

“Finn?” I called out gently. He still didn’t reply.

I cracked open the door just enough to poke my head around. Finn was sitting cross-legged on the edge of the bed, his back facing me and his head in his hands. Another wave of guilt washed through me. I moved further into our room, stopping about a metre away from the bed.

“Finn?” I said again. Finn jumped up and whirled around, anger written across his face.


“I—” My words caught in my throat, and I was left standing there like an idiot.

“What, Laura, spit it out!”

“I’m sorry,” I stuttered, but the words seemed meaningless now.

In a flash, Finn scrambled over the bed and grabbed my shoulders, backing me up into the wall. It didn’t hurt, but I still winced in shock.

“You’re sorry? You’re sorry?” Finn snarled. Suddenly, I felt his lips on my jaw, my neck, my shoulders. “Laura, what…the fuck…do I have to do…to prove myself…to you?”

His words came in between his rough, wet kisses that he placed all over my neck and face.

“Nothing,” I replied breathlessly. “You don’t have to do anything. You don’t have to prove yourself. You’re perfect, Finn.”

“It sure doesn’t…seem that way…when you talk about…other guys,” Finn continued. I felt like my knees were about to buckle, but he held my waist with his strong hands.

Suddenly, his lips left my skin and he looked into my eyes.

“Laura, I love you like I’ve never loved anyone before, but I’m constantly scared you’re going to find someone else, someone better. Every time we’re around other people I look at them and wonder if they could take you right out from under me. Hell, I’ve even become wary of Jack.”

I wanted to laugh at the thought of having Jack as a boyfriend, but the genuine worry on Finn’s face stopped me.

“I’m not leaving you, Finn,” I said, putting all my love into every single word. “What do I have to do to prove that?”

We gazed at each other in silence for a few moments, before Finn whispered huskily, “Kiss me.”

Without hesitation, I pulled my boyfriend close and kissed him passionately.

A/N: I’m so, so sorry it took me so long to write this. I’ve had major writer’s block for the last few days as well as a severe lack of motivation. I hope you like this one, though! Please send feedback and like/reblog/follow! Love, Naomi xx

Forgotten - for Nicole

Here it is! I really hope you like it and thank you for requesting! :)

Requests are accepted for Jack, Finn, Caspar, Marcus, Alfie, Dan, Phil, Chris, and PJ! Before requesting, make sure you have some sort of story line or an idea to go with the person of your choice and your name. :)

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Extended Preference #2

-How you kiss-

Theses preferences went so fucking well it has 91 notes so far! I actually spent a long time thinking it through, it gave me feels


His unexpected bursts of energy always surprised me. We would just be laying there out of energy then his kisses would bring me back to life.


His kisses would give me heart attacks, both from the sparks and his tricks. He always had a new trick every time.


His kisses were always filled with so much passion. He would hold you and lean towards you as if you were going to leave.


His silliness was the one thing you loved about his kisses. It would seem prefect until he got a better idea and fool around.

You forgot?

You wake up really early this morning, excitement fills your body as you remember what day is it, it’s finally your birthday!  You turn around to look at your boyfriend Finn ,you’ve been dating for 4 years now and you couldn’t be happier,  but you find an empty place.  You let yourself smile thinking that he probably will be making a special birthday breakfast.  You bounce out of bed to find your boy, but you get a huge disappointment when you find him sittong on the kitchen table crunching his cereal and playing with his Iphone. You stare at him for a few minutes and he just turns to you and says:

“Hi honey, good morning”

You try giving him a chance and you say: “Can you remind me the date Finnie?”

“Offcourse! It’s (Y/B-Day)” he says carelessly

“Aaaaaand?????” You say trying to give him a hint

“It’s Friday, if that’s what you mean” he says with a grin in his face “Oh and also, Caspar, Jack,  me and some of the guys are going to hang out later, you don’t care right? ”

You hold back the tears and try to hide the sadness, shock and disappointment of your face and you say “No, have fun I’m gonna take a shower and then I guess I’ll hang out with Zoe or something”

You turn around and give him you back when all of sudden he says “Hey! Y/N!” You feel your heart race and you instantly think that the whole thing was a joke and that he hadn’t forget about your birthday.
You turn around and he says “No good bye kiss?”

You feel the anger grow inside of you but you just play along and give him his stupid goodbye kiss.

You quickly go to the main bedroom and start getting your clothes for the day, from here you can here the door shut; which means that Jack has left the flat. That’s when the tears start to flow. You look at your phone and find out that you have tons of happy b-day texts and a couple of missing calls:

- Joe S: Happy B-Day!  Hope you enjoy xx

-Alfie D: what’s up! Oh wait I already know! It’s youuu biiiirthdayyy!! HAPPY BIRTHDAYYY!!x

-Marcus B: Heeellooo a Birthday greeting from Marky Butt-Butt xx

And the list of greeting goes on you keep answering all the texts with the classical “Thaanks!♡” or “Luv you thanks for remembering!  ;-)"  until your phone starts ringing you answer and you hear the voice of Zoe trying to kill the ‘Happy birthday’ song. When she stops she says:

"How’s your day?” And you cannot hide it and you say “Finn….” and the tears start flowing again

“What did that little wanker did?!” She says to you

“He… he forgot about my birthday” to say it out loud hurted more than what you tought it would be.

“If that asshole forgot and it’s not going to give you the best day ever;  I’m going to!” She says you chuckle a little bit and start wiping the tears away

“Really? ” you ask

“Yup, now get dressed!  I’ll be there in a half!” She says and hangs up

You pick up the clothes and think 'if he is with his friend I’ll be with mine!’


You return home with tons of bags you have bought a ton of stuff and somehow Zoe convinced you to buy tons of stuff you had bags full of Victoria’s Secret stuff (not only creams, if you know what I mean ;) ), a bunch of new dresses, skirts and blouses a few pairs of shoes and a few other stuff. It is around 7, and Finn must be at the flat already so she asks if she could enter the flat with you, so she could 'see little Finnegan’s face’ you say yes and go inside the building you two call the lift as you talked about how would Finn react and you are still talking nonstop while you open the door and then it happens:


All of your friends are here including the ones who Finn was going to meet earlier and obviously Finn is in the middle of all of them; your face turns into a smile as you let fall all the shopping bags to hug your boyfriend.

When you let him go you quickly turn to Zoe ,who’s standing now next to Alfie, and she starts nodding while smiling mischievously,  she knew all the time! You focus again on your boyfriend who’s giving you a stare that could melt a rock, you still don’t have a clue of what you did to deserve someone that looks at you in such a lovely way, you think.

He grabs your hand and leds you to the kitchen so you can talk without anybody around “Y/N! I’m so sorry I had to pretend to forget about your birthday it broke my heart to do that! I understand if you’re mad at me and…” you cut him with a kiss, it wasn’t a passionate one it was a sweet, loving kiss, that represents how grateful you are with him for surprising you.

He leans and presses his forehead to yours and cups your face with his hands he says “Happy Birthday Y/N, I love you”

You smile and say “I love you too”

Then he kisses tou again and you just can think of how far you’ve gone with this guy, four years of 'I love you’s", four years of cuddling, snogging and hugging and you feel like you were never going to get bored. He breaks the kiss only to whisper with that sexy voice of his:

“was that a Victoria’s Secret bag?”

One-Shot Request for Rachel

Request: Hi, im Rachel! Do you think you could write me a one shot about meeting Finn and him trying to impress me, then us falling in love? I really love your writing. Thank you!

I opened the door to the small café and looked around. I was meeting my older sister, Hannah, and her son Ben here to catch up, since this was her first week back in the UK.

“Rachel!” I heard from the far end of the café, and I turned to see my sister sitting at a table next to the window, my one-year-old nephew bouncing on her lap. I smiled widely as I made my way over to them, greeting them when I reached their table.

“Hi, Hannah,” I said as we hugged. Then I looked at Ben, who was grinning from ear to ear. “Hi, Benny!”

I took my nephew in my arms and gave him a kiss on his chubby cheek, nuzzling his face and making him giggle.

“Should we get something to drink?” Hannah asked, placing her jacket on the back of her chair to indicate that our spot was taken. We made our way over to the line that snaked around the counter, chatting lightly about France, where Hannah was currently living with her husband, and my uni, and about Ben. The line was taking forever to move, but I didn’t really mind.

My sister was scouring the menu on the wall behind the counter for something to eat, when I noticed that Ben was looking over my shoulder and giggling at something behind me. I turned to see what it was, expecting to see someone making funny faces for him. What I wasn’t expecting was for that person to be none other than Finn Harries.

I had been a bit of a fan of Jack and Finn for a while now. Their videos always made me laugh, and I would be lying if I said I didn’t think they were extremely good-looking. I found Finn especially attractive, for reasons I couldn’t quite pinpoint. Something about his eyes…

When I turned, Finn was in the middle of pulling a derp face, eyes crossed behind his glasses and lips impossibly twisted. I let out a burst of laughter without meaning to, and that’s when Finn noticed that Ben wasn’t the only one watching him anymore. He took a startled step backwards, face turning beet red, and looked down at his feet in embarrassment.

“I’m sorry,” I said between giggles. “I shouldn’t be laughing.”

“Nah, it’s all right,” he said, looking back up at me with a smile. “That’s what I get for teasing kids.”

“Was he teasing you, Benny?” I said to my nephew. He grinned in response and awkwardly waved his hand at Finn, tiny fingers grasping at the air. “Aw, he likes you.”

“Glad to know my utter humiliation wasn’t in vain,” Finn laughed. “I’m Finn, by the way.”

“I know,” I said, immediately regretting my words. Was that too weird? Yeah, it probably was. Oops. “I watch your videos.“

“Oh, cool!”

There was an awkward silence as we both tried to think of something to say. Ben was still reaching for Finn, both arms outstretched.

“I think he wants you to hold him,” I said. “I mean, if that’s okay with you.”

“Yeah, sure,” Finn said hesitantly, taking his hands out of his pockets and holding his arms out for Ben. I was expecting him to fumble, or not know how to hold a baby properly, but he surprised me when he took Ben swiftly and confidently, and held him against his side.

Ben, who usually hated being held by strangers, never let his smile falter.

“I think I’m gonna get Ben some yogurt,” Hannah said, turning back to me. She noticed Finn holding her son and a look of mild horror passed over her features, but was quickly replaced with relief as she noticed me standing right next to him. “Oh, hi.”

“Hannah, this is Finn,” I introduced. “Finn, this is my sister Hannah, Ben’s mum.”

“Nice to meet you,” Finn smiled.

“You didn’t tell me you had a boyfriend,” Hannah said slyly.

“He’s not my boyfriend!” I quickly denied.

“I don’t even know her name,” Finn said at the same time.

“It’s Rachel,” I said, turning to him. Hannah laughed, then turned back around as it was her turn to order.

“Can I have a strawberry-banana smoothie, a blueberry yogurt, and…” Hannah glanced at us. “What would you two like?”

“Oh no, no, no,” Finn said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out his wallet. “Let me buy you guys something.”

“That’s okay,’ Hannah said, shaking her head.

“I insist,” Finn said, stepping forward. “Add a caramel mocha to that.”

He looked at me, his eyebrows raised ever so slightly.

“Can I have a caramel mocha, too, please?” I asked. Finn paid for our drinks, after waving aside Hannah’s offers to pay again. What a gentleman, I thought to myself.

We headed back to our table while we waited for our drinks, Hannah pulling up another chair for Finn.

“Are you okay with him sitting with us?” I asked her under my breath while Finn was distracted with Ben.

“Of course,” Hannah replied. “I can tell you like him.”

We all sat together for at least an hour while Finn told us about his and his brother’s YouTube channel, and their travels, and projects they were working on. Hannah and I also chatted back and forth, while Finn listened and played with Ben, who refused to leave Finn’s lap. He kept grabbing at Finn’s glasses, and eventually Finn took them off and put them on Ben, who squealed in delight. I took a picture, unable to supress my comments about how adorable he looked. Even though I was talking about Ben, I’m pretty sure both Finn and Hannah knew I was also referring to Finn.

My attraction to Finn grew with every passing minute. The way he acted with Ben was almost too much for me to handle, and I had to restrain myself from flinging my arms around his neck and declaring my love for him right there in the middle of the café. Instead, I resorted to looking at no one but Finn throughout the entire conversation.

Eventually, and much to my dismay, Hannah checked the time on her phone and stood up.

“We should get going,” she said to me. “Mum’s expecting us at home in ten minutes.”

“Okay,” I said, unable to hide my disappointment. I stood up slowly, followed by Finn, who held Ben out for Hannah to take. She did, wiping a little excess yogurt off her son’s chin. Finn turned to me.

“It was great to meet you,” Finn said quietly. “Do you think I could have your number?”

My heartbeat quickened as I nodded, slipping my phone out of my pocket. We traded and added each other as contacts, and when Finn gave my phone back to me I saw he had put his name as ‘Finn <3’. I smiled, blushing slightly, as I looked back up at him. He bit his lip, his expression turning uncertain for a moment, before bending down and kissing my cheek lightly.

“Come on, Rachel!” Hannah called as she opened the door to exit the coffee shop.

“I’m coming,” I said. I took one last look at Finn before turning and heading toward my sister and nephew. When I was halfway there I paused. Just do it, Rachel.

I spun back around and ran up to Finn, stood up on my tip-toes, and kissed him square on the lips. He chuckled, and kissed me back, his hands finding my waist and pulling me closer.

Rachel,” my sister called, becoming annoyed.

I’m coming!” I called back, reluctantly pulling away from Finn.

“I’ll call you,” he said to me.

“See ya!” I raised my hand in a small wave, before running back to Hannah and Ben.

As we were getting into Hannah’s car, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out to reveal a new text.

Finn <3: I just realized I never said hello.

Me: No, you didn’t, haha.

Finn <3: Hello :)

A/N: Here you go, Rachel! I hope you like it! I’m sorry it took so long to write, it took me several tries. Please send feedback/like/reblog/follow…you know the drill ;). I’m working on the next chapter of my fan fiction now, so hopefully it’ll be up today. Love, Naomi xx

Image Preference #1

-How you sleep-


Anywhere and anytime Jack would cuddle with me. If I was reading a book, he would lay right on top of me. He would put his hands under my arms, as I played with his hair. He didn’t care if his friend’s teased me, he loved how you guys cuddled.


We clung on together as if we were about to part our separate ways. His protective around around me, always gave me the feeling of home. Sometimes people thought I was being suffocated but we both enjoy how we sleep.

Imagine for love5britishlads:

“Jack im scared!” you said as you hung onto his biceps tightly to keep from falling off his penny board. 

“I’ve got you (Y/N), it’s okay.” he said as he slowly guided you forward in parking lot.

“I’m going to fall and bre— Ahh!” you screamed falling backwards, penny board slipping from underneath you.

You fell into Jacks enclosed arms around you giving you a small kiss on your forehead.

‘Told you I’ve got you.“ 

As you regained your confidence to try again, Jack went to capture the penny board a few feet back.

"Are you ready to try again?” he asked as he reached out his hand towards you.

“I guess” you said nervously and placed your hand in his.

You slowly got on top of the penny board and gradually started letting go of Jacks hand.

You soon realized you were penny boarding all by yourself and was so excited you looked back at Jack not realizing where you were going.

“Watch out!” Jack said as he started running towards you.

You faced the front and hitting a curb, flew off the penny board.

“Got you” Jack said as you fell on top of him on the hard concrete parking lot.

“Hahaha Sorry!” you laughed as you sat up in between Jacks legs.

Jack enclosed you in a tight hug and gave you small kisses on your shoulder kissing the hurt away.

sorry for the bad ending……

One-Shot Request for Suhanya

His touch was gentle, affectionate, but it sent shockwaves up my arm and around my body and I felt electric. His eyes were serious and stern but a haze of mischief decorated the edge of his irises. Our friendship meant more to me than anything on this earth and nothing anyone said or did could take that away from me but right at that moment the only thing I was thinking about was the fact that I was lying on my back on Finn’s bed with his fingers tracing lightly down my stomach towards the top of my skirt.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” His voice was breathless from the frenzy of getting up the stairs and I caught my own breath for long enough to oblige and move my hands to the hem of his shirt.

I pulled it up to his chest and he lifted his arms to allow it to pass over his head. I arched my back as his hands passed underneath, unclasping my bra. His hands moved to cup my breast and electric shocks flowed through me once more.

 Minutes ago we’d been sitting on Finn’s couch having a normal conversation when he pressed his lips to mine.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” He’d whispered when we eventually broke apart.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you to do that,” I’d replied.

I was still trying to process what had just happened but I didn’t want to think about it, for fear that I would chicken out and pretend that I hadn’t been imagining this moment since Finn and I had met. I allowed my subconscious to take over and she moved her hands along Finn’s toned chest towards the button of his jeans.

Unclasping the button I pulled the jeans over his boxers. Finn pressed his lips to mine as he removed the rest of our clothing and when I pulled away from his soft lips we were lying naked, his body heat radiating on to me. Finn’s eyes moved along my body, taking it all in, in any other situation I would have blushed and covered up but with Finn I felt completely comfortable.

Using his knee, Finn parted my legs gently and I felt his fingers rub against me. His lips met mine again and his tongue teased me. He smiled and kissed my nose.

“You’re sure?” He whispered, his breath hot against my earlobe.

In response, I moved my hands to his bare back, pulling him closer to me. I felt him move slowly inside me and a gasp escaped my lips.

I allowed Finn to press his lips to mine again.

“Fuck,” He whispered into the kiss as he moved in and out, picking up speed with each thrust.

I threw my head back and, arching my back, moved him further inside me. Finn’s jaw clenched and his hard muscles contract and pull against his skin. He buried his head in the crook of my neck and I dug my nails into his back as we continue to move together in rhythm. His breath was staggered, hot and wild against my skin. I felt myself close to climax and knew he was too, I held tight, hoping to ride out the orgasm.

Finn’s eyes locked with mine, he was my only focus. No wonder then that we hadn’t heard footsteps on the stairs.

“Finn are you… Oh shit!” I could hear Jack’s voice in the doorway. Finn pulled out of me frantically and I clutched the duvet, pulling around my naked body. Finn grabbed the clothes we had been wearing just minutes ago and covered himself.

Jack stood frozen, his hand on the doorknob, eyes flicking from me to Finn, trying to process the scene. I heard another set of footsteps on the stairs.

“Are they here?” The voice of my friend Amy travelled up the steps and it seemed like a lifetime of eye contact with Jack before she reached the doorway.

“Yup, they’re here.” Jack’s expression turned from shock to laughter as he tossed his head back, laughter taking over his body.

Amy’s face became one of shock too but the same laughter that Jack had soon descended. This was possibly the weirdest situation I had ever been in.

“I always knew this would happen,” Amy sighed, grinning.

“Same, anyway… As you were,” Jack slowly closed the door and I waited until their laughter reached the bottom of the stairs before looking to Finn.

“Well, that was awkward.” I giggled, moving closer to him.

“I don’t regret it,” He replied, his voice adopting a more serious tone.

“Neither do I,” I twisted my body to face him and pressed my lips to his. Our lips seemed to be moulded for each other.

On the bed beside us, Finn’s phone was ringing. He broke away from the kiss but still held me close and answered the phone. It was Jack.

“If you two are done, Amy and I have ordered Nando’s, it’s down here when you’re ready,”

A/N: I sincerely apologise for the pathetic attempt at smut! Anyway, thank you for being patient for updates! Don’t forget to vote for us in SantaHowell’s tumblr awards here . Love, Alice x

If I Can't Have You... - A Jack Harries One Shot For Honey

I really didn’t want to go to this party at first but Jackson somehow convinced me otherwise.

He pressured me into it more than he’s ever done with anything before. He even picked out our costumes and everything, he said he wanted to make it a surprise for me up until the afternoon on Halloween.

He showed up at my flat earlier in the day with my attire for the evening all in a large, lovely black and white bag with tissue paper sticking up out of the top and told me not to open it until I’m ready to put it on. Radiating excitement, he gave me a quick peck on the cheek before he took off down the stairs to get himself ready. And with that I left the bag on my bed to jump in the shower so I’ll be a fresh faced, a clean canvas for whatever he had planned.

I’m now looking at myself in the full length mirror beside my bedroom door and I’m about ready to go.

My hair is in loose barrel curls and I’m dressed as a vintage flapper girl from the 1920’s. My dress is black and beige and it’s covered in tassels and beading from top to bottom and black mary jane style heels have been slipped on my feet. I have stark black gloves stretching well up my forearms and I’ve draped a matching black feather boa over them. Several strings of pearls hang around my neck and graze my fabric covered tummy as well as wrap loosely around my wrists. A jeweled band is placed around my head in the typical fashion and my makeup is intense and flawless with burgundy lips, smokey eyes…. I’ve never felt quite this good in a costume. He’s truly outdone himself with his plan this year.

I then hear his voice call for me, “Honey? Are you ready? The uber just pulled up.”

I dash down the staircase to find him lounging against the window sill taking a few slow drags off a cigar. He’s wearing a black pinstripe suit, his feet adorned with black dress shoes, and his hair is slicked back. He’s looking like a true gangster of the 20’s and we match perfectly.

He’s completely gone all out for Charly’s event and I’m becoming more and more excited for the evening with each passing moment.

He puts out the cigar while he raises an eyebrow and his mouth widens to a cheesy grin when his eyes land on me, “Look at you!” He shakes his head and looks me over as I do a little twirl at the bottom of the stairs. He grabs his heart, “Ouchhh!” he says with false pain.

“Do I look okay?” I ask with an unsure tone.

“Oh are you kidding? You look stunning. I told you this was going to be incredible. But…for some reason you never believe me until you see I’m right.”  

“Well, you just always have crazy ideas. To normal people they sound completely absurd.” I laugh, “You look rather dashing yourself by the way. I like this suit… you wear it well.” I walk over to him with a sultry gaze to straighten his collar and tie, feeling his chest beneath my hands.

He suddenly kisses my lips and I’m taken a bit aback by his action at first but when I settle down I can’t stop smiling, “Jack we…” he kisses me a few times more and he tastes like the smoke from his cigar and peppermint. “Come on, we can’t be late for the party, right?”

“All right all right, fine. Come on, let’s go.” he says, disappointment dripping from each word.

“Oh! Hang on,” I can’t help but giggle as I wipe my fingers over his full lips. “You’ve got some of my lipstick on your mouth.”

“Damn it.” he glances in the mirror behind him. “Look what you did!” He says with a laugh.

I roll my eyes, “Oh don’t you dare blame that on me Jackson. Okay I think we’re ready to go.”

He holds out an arm for me to loop mine in and I do so delightfully as we make our way to the car.


Once we’ve made it to Charly’s rented venue we get inside and start mingling with our friends, complimenting each other on costumes and receiving lovely comments about our matching ones all the while.

Eventually Will, Jackson’s best friend, arrives looking rather handsome and he and Jack of course get into conversations of their own as per usual. But I can’t help but notice Will taking a few glances at me…

A few years ago Will and I had a bit of a fling, ….well it was more than a fling. We connected on really intimate levels, it was definitely more than just sexual. It was everything. And it was long before Jack and I were ever a thing…but we never quite got completely past it. Over the years there’s been lots of long gazes and casual talks and… admittedly the occasional hook up, but I can’t ever help but wonder what would have happened if we’d have stayed together… And my mind wonders about that very thing as I see him standing across the room talking to his best friend….my boyfriend tonight.


It’s an hour or two into the party and Jackson comes over to me looking a little worried, “Love, Will’s not feeling well so I’m gonna try to help him out. I’ll be back in a few minutes okay?”

I nod, understanding his situation, “Oh no, I hope he’s okay.”

“I’m sure he’ll be fine. If not I’ll call him a cab and he’ll head home to sleep it off. You’re gonna be all right here with everyone?”

“Yeah, don’t worry about me. Go take care of Will.”

He gives my cheek a quick kiss and then walks off to go help his friend.


It’s been over an hour and he’s still not come back to find me and let me know if everything was all right. So I break off my conversation with Charly and decide to head off in search of the boys.

Every dark hallway I wander down outside the main party room is empty and each turn is another new found disappointment in my search.

Suddenly at the end of the hall behind me the doors burst open and my heart beat pounds in my ears like a drum at the sound. A tall figure is running towards me but I can’t make out who it is. The clomps of their feet on the hard tile floor echo throughout the empty passage and come closer and closer. They aren’t saying anything and I can tell they’re holding something shiny in their right hand and I quickly turn around to run but before I can take off at a good pace in time to get away, the person has caught up to me and takes hold of my wrist. I scream with all my might and shout for them to let me go and then another hand covers my mouth to hush my cries for help as I’m pressed against the figures chest.

Next they drag me outside the double doors.

“Shhhh! Honey it’s me! It’s Jack! Fuck!” a voice yells softly by my ear.

My heart’s pace calms a bit and my cries settle in the back of my throat as his hand uncovers my mouth.

“Jackson what the fuck is wrong with you? Why on earth would you do something like that? You scared me to death!”

I turn to face him and I notice his suit jacket has vanished, his sleeves are undone and he’s made a sad attempt to roll them up his forearms. The buttons that once held his shirt snugly over his chest have most all been ripped off, revealing his bare skin and nothing but small traces of thread are left on the white edges. His hair is a tousled mess, sweat is glazing his forehead, and pants are heaving from his lungs.  

He seems so frazzled… about as frazzled as I feel after the stunt he just pulled. But what I notice now is that he’s covered in what appears to be blood. His hands, his once white shirt….trails of it are dripping down his trousers.

I wipe my face and find the sticky fluid had been spattered across my face when he tried to shut me up.

“Wha….what the hell happened?!”

He presses his finger to his lips, “Shhhhh…no one can find us out here. Do you hear me?”

I start backing away from him. “What happened to Will?”

His brows knit in confusion, “Why the fuck is it always about Will with you?“

I squint my eyes, “What are you talking about?”

His jaw clenches, “I saw how you were looking at him tonight….how you always look at him. I’m not ignorant to the little game you’re pla-”

“Jackson I nev-!“

He pulls out a knife from his back pocket, it’s covered in blood just like him, and he advances toward me, “Don’t interrupt me when I’m talking. You know how I hate that.”

I stop in my tracks, knowing that it’d be impossible for me to escape. He’s much too big and far too strong for my small frame to try and overpower.

He takes the nape of my neck in his hand and with the end of his red blade, touches my neck, applying enough pressure to begin drawing my blood to the surface. My heart is rushing so fast I can feel the beats against my ear drums.

“I bet you fucked him didn’t you…was he good?” He closes his eyes, biting his lip and I watch the corners of his mouth curl up. “Better than me?”

By this time I’m crying, tears are streaming down my face, making black tracks down my cheeks. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. I’ve played no game.”

“But see, you’re playing it now.” He presses harder on the blade and I can feel trails of blood spilling from my skin and trickling down over my chest.

“Ya know, it’s really a shame you’re not cooperating with me. You look so pretty in that dress…..” He pauses, “Unfortunately you won’t be able to wear it again.”

This is my breaking point and I begin begging him for mercy as I cry, “Please please don’t do this! I won’t ever ask you about Will again! I’m sorry Jack I’m so sorry! Please just let me go! Please!”

“You won’t ever ask about him again?” He sounds intrigued. “I thought you wanted to know where the bastard was?”

“No I don’t. I don’t want anything to do with him.”

He tilts his head to the side, “Oh. But you seemed very interested in his whereabouts a few moments ago… What happened between then and now that changed your mind?”

I stay silent because I’m terrified that if I say the wrong thing it could possibly end my life.

“Well I still think you want to know where he is ….and he’s dead. Just like you thought when you first saw me outside the doors.”

I begin heaving my breaths harder into my lungs but refuse to shed anymore tears. I can’t give him the satisfaction. I refuse to let him have it.

“What? Not a single tear to shed over the news of your secret lover’s death?” He questions.

I swallow hard, feeling the blade against the lump in my throat. “He was not my secret lover.”

“Don’t lie to me Honey.”

“I never had anything to do with him! Please believe me!”

“I don’t think I can. You’ve always been a little liar. …..Not a very good one. But a liar nonetheless.”

He closes his eyes again for a moment and when he opens them he looks directly in mine.

“See Honey, I know you two were fucking around. You can deny it all you want.” He pauses again, gently taking the blade away from my throat and loosening his grip on my neck, moving it to my shoulder, “But I’m willing to forgive you…”

“You…you are?”


With that he grabs me harder and pushes the blade into my stomach over and over and over again. I try to scream out but I can’t find the strength within my body to do it. The crimson inside of me is spilling to my feet as he continues to stab the metal into my soft flesh. I can feel the complete dismantlement of my insides and tears fall down my cheeks once again as my reality sets in.

As I sink to the ground he goes in for one last jab. Pressing his cheek to mine he whispers in my ear, “If I can’t have you…no one can.”

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-You’re in one of the daily vlogs-


I was in there office fooling around behind the cameras. My attention span started to thin, so I started vlogging others.

“So, Jack explain to me what you are doing?" 


I was invited to lunch with my boyfriend and his friends. We decided to play truth or dare to keep our selves company. 

"I dare you to kiss Finn.” I told Sam holding up a recording camera.

“Y/N!” Finn screamed before getting kissed by Sam.

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-How you are at school-


We shared large amounts of PDA. We have got in trouble a handful of times but it was there fault putting us in the same class.


We hated showing affection towards his and my friends. They would tease and take personal photos. Sneaking out in class just to share one kiss was what kept our relationship filled with sparks.

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-Unexpected photo-


Finn, Jack and I were just going on a simple adventure to the park to meet up with some friends. Finn was mindlessly texting someone behind us. When he looked up and saw this we couldn’t help but take a photo and post it online.



Today was going to be a chilled day for the twins and myself. I use wanted to snuggle and play videos games. Jack left us both for one minute and found this in front of his eyes. Jack carefully took a picture. He knew we hated showing PDA when with anyone, except Jack. But you didn’t care about this. 

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-Valentines Day events-


Valentines was one of the alone days Finn and I had the whole day to ourselves. No phone calls, no Jack, no anything. Just the present of each other. And we definitively were going to take advantage of that.


Jack, nor I, cared about the chocolates and useless teddy bears. We only cared about the presence of each other. He didn’t care if Finn was there in the house, today was your day and he was going to make you enjoy it.

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-You get a puppy-

“Almost done with the boxes.Man, I am tired.” I proclaimed. My eyes skimmed the recently denuded apartment. The hazel floor boards accompanied with numerous of Finn’s and I’’s boxes. The chestnut bricks that composed the walls complimented the wood stained ceiling. London’s busy streets filled the window, helping emitting light into the apartment.

“I can’t believe we actually did this.” Finn whispered in my ear, gently wrapping his arms around my waist. Pressing his balmy lips towards the crook where my neck meet my shoulders. 

Finn and I decided a few months back, that we were ready to move in together. We have been to together for numerous abounding years. We settled upon an residence that suited our liking.

Over the course of a month, the furniture arrived, the tiny essentials were placed in the appropriate spots. The integrated decorations completed the apartment.


“Babe?” I heard perceived from beside me.

“Yes.” I smiled towards Finn.

“I have a surprise. Since we can’t have kids-well for now anyways- Jack is dropping something off to make this place ours.” Finn spoke looking at his active phone.

 "Oh! What is it?!“ I squealed jumping upon Finn’s lamp using the couch to support me.

"Babe, you know how we both love animals. And we both had dogs. Well I adopted one from the shelter. Jack is dropping her off in a few minutes.” Finn beamed at me.

“Are you serious Finn. I fucking love you.” I pressed my lips against his. I quickly pulled away.

“We have to go and buy stuff for her! Now!” I sprung, my arms grasped around the leather strap.


“When is Jack coming?! It has been about two hours!” I clamored constructing the place to fit the upcoming puppy.

“Don’t worry, I am here.” Jack sighed opening the door. A cluster of golden fur was in between his cradling arms. The band of fur sprung up showing its brown eyes. The puppy’s tiny legs sprung from Jack’s arms and hesitantly walked towards me.

“Hi little girl. This is your new home.” I cooed stroking the creamy fur.

“Her name is Charlie. She pissed in my car.” Jack groaned.

Later that night. Charlie was welcomed upon Finn’s and I’s bed. She rummaged through the sheets in between Finn and I. Her head found an opening looking as adorable as ever. I heard a slight click.

“This is going on instagram. She is so cute!” Finn smiled. Typing away.


Me, Finn and Alfie have been waiting an hour for the others to arrive. Everyone had agreed to meet up at my house to have dinner and do a live show, but I was slowly getting more and more impatient.

“I’m bored!” Alfie complained, sitting up. He had spent the past twenty minutes lying on the couch, half his body hanging off it. As for me and Finn, we somehow got from the point of sitting on my bed to lying under the covers. Finn’s arms wrapped around my waist, my head resting in the crook of his neck.

“Don’t be complaining to us, we’re not the ones that are late.” Finn comments, laughing slightly. The room turns silent again. Alfie pulled out his phone tapping away at it as I became interested in tracing the cupcake picture on Finn’s t-shirt with my finger.

We stayed like that for a while, and I wouldn’t have minded. But after spending nearly an hour and a half like this, I wasn’t really up for it. So I got up from Finn’s grip, climbing over him and walking to my computer.

“What are you doing?” Finn asked, sitting up again.
“What do you think.” I replied, typing in the password to unlock my computer.
“I thought we were going to wait?” Alfie questioned. I just shrugged my shoulders and logged into YouNow.
“We are in the queue, one of yous sit here in case we start, I’m going to get drinks.” I say before walking downstairs.


I was about to walk upstairs with three bottles of beer when there was a knock at the door. I looked down at my hands trying to figure out a way to open the door. Putting one of the bottles in my mouth, opening the door with my free hand. Luckily it was Zoella and the boys.

“Are you ok?” Zoella asked, pointing to the bottle in my mouth. I nodded my head, moving out the way to let them in, closing the door behind them. We all grabbed a few more drinks from the kitchen before walking upstairs. Everyone was talking and laughing until we opened the door to my room.

“No, Finn is not dating (Y/N), he’s dating me.” Alfie says into the webcam. Finn walked up behind him, wrapping his arms around him and kissing his cheek.
“NO HE’S DATING ME!” Sam shouts running into the room, Jack, Marcus, Louis and Casper following after him. Me and Zoella slowly turned our heads to each other.

“Only your boyfriend…” Zoella laughed shaking her head. I just nodded in agreement as we walked into the room.