#055 You're Outside and It Starts to Rain
Harry: As the first few droplets fall, he immediately notices. “It’s raining,” he points out, frowning at the clouds. He looks at you, his eyes scanning over your sleeveless top while the droplets start to fall harder. He slips off his jacket, placing it on your shoulders while you start to walk closer to him. “But you’re going to be cold,” you murmur, his large hand placed on your waist. “At least you won’t be.” He smiles down at you, and you place a light kiss on his lips.
Niall: ”Oh, it’s starting to rain,” he grumbles, wrapping you closer into him. You chuckle at him while he starts to walk faster to escape it. You two come to a stop under the shelter of a bus stop, the roof keeping the rain off you. Niall looks up to the sky, frowning at the dark clouds ahead. “I don’t think it’s going to stop soon,” you sigh. Niall nods, pulling you closer. “Well, we’re going to have to get out sometime,” he says, smirking down at you. In an instant, Niall is pulling you across the cemented ground out of the rain right back to your home.
Louis: When the first few droplets of rain fall, Louis pulls you right inside. “I hate rain,” he murmurs while you both sit down on the couch. He collects you in his arms while you smile at his childishness, and nuzzle into his chest. It’s become extremely cold in the past five minutes, and it has reduced you to shaking. “Aw, you cold babe?” he coos, smiling fondly. Without waiting for an answer, he tugs a blanket over you and pulls you close. “Love you,” he whispers, making you smile.
Liam: You only realise it’s starting to rain when Liam calls you over and gives you a spare jacket from the boot. You and him were at the beach, playing in the water and the sand when he noticed the sky darkening. He left you in the water, without a word, and went to the car. You followed him quickly and he handed you the jacket. “Should we go home?” you say, and he shakes his head. “There’s a cafe not too far from here, wanna go?” He gives you an encouraging smile and you nod. “Sure!”
Zayn: You and Zayn were in the park, somehow making it away from the paparazzi and fans. You were hand in hand, walking silently but comfortably. Zayn looks up to the dark sky, frowning slightly at it. “It’s going to rain soon,” he says, distraught that this would ruin your perfect walk. As soon as he looks back at you, the first few droplets fall. You quickly move closer to him, and he takes his jacket off draping it over your shoulders. You look at him and smile, you both making your way back to your house.
"It's Been a Long Day."
Liam: He’s quiet when he gets home, and without his energetic presence, the flat is gloomy. When you find him laying face down on the bed, you crawl under the blankets next to him, cuddling into his side. “What’s wrong, Li?” You whisper, your hand gently rubbing his back up and down, feeling the bones of his spine through his thin, cotton t shirt. He sighs, turning his head towards you, his lips quirking upwards into a tiny smile that doesn’t touch his eyes. His shoulders droop as he replies, “It’s been a long day.”
Niall: His arms tighten around your waist, his head snuggling deeper into the crook of your neck, and you smile, because it’s adorable. Reaching up, you curl your fingers through his hair, “You okay, Niall?” He nods a response, kissing the skin of your neck as a thanks, thanks for caring, thanks for loving him, thanks for knowing him well enough to see that he wasn’t okay. “Yeah,” he murmurs, his voice impossibly low. “I-I just…It’s been a long day.”
Louis: His eyelids are droopy, his mouth set into a frown. “Someone’s tired.” You say, sitting next to him on the couch. Louis glances at you, sending you the tiniest of smiles. He shuffles on the couch, moving over to cuddle with you. Laying his head against your chest, his arms wrapped around your waist, Louis says, “It’s been a long day.”
Harry: You know something’s up when he comes home, slamming the front door closed loudly and stomping up the stairs and into the bedroom, where he retires to the bathroom, filling up the tub with warm water. After five minutes or so, you go after him, quietly opening the bathroom door, to find him laying in the water, his head against the cool tile of the wall with his eyes shut. Kneeling down next to the tub, your hand reaches up and runs through his hair. “Want to talk about it?” You ask gently, your voice soft. His eyes flicker open, and he huffs out a tiny breath. “It’s been a long day.”
Zayn: The television can be heard when you get home from the living room, though the volume’s set impossibly low. You find Zayn curled onto the couch, a fuzzy blanket covering his body, his hair an absolute mess. You smile at the sight of the unruly boy, eyeing the ratty sweat pants and ripped socks that peek out from the end of the blanket. Softly, you place your hand on his cheek, and he stirs slightly from the cool feel of your fingertips, humming slightly. “Y’okay?” You ask. He nods tiredly, “Yeah…” He replies, his voice thick with sleep, “It’s been a long day.”
20# He Gets Jealous
Liam: You have been spending a lot of times with the other boys lately and Liam was starting to notice. Niall had invited you over to his house and you quickly agreed. You told Liam where you were going and you saw him hesitate to say something for a minute. Putting your bag down, you turned to face him. “Liam. Is there something bothering you?” You asked. Again he hesitated, before saying “You’ve been spending an awful lot of time with the boys lately.” “Well… Yeah. I have. Does it bother you?” You asked. Hearing him mumble ‘yeah’ you texted Niall telling him you wouldn’t be able to come and went to sit with Liam. “You know you’re cute when you’re jealous,” You said. “But you have the whole weekend with me so what do you wanna do first?” You asked with a wink.
Louis: You were out clubing with the boys to celebrate their second world tour sellout. You had asked Louis to dance with you but he refused. Getting a bit annoyed, you grabbed the nearest guy your age and whispered “Dance with me.” It was more of a command than a question. Leading him to the dancefloor, you saw Louis’ eyes light up. You were just getting into the dance before you felt a pair of hands on your waist. “You’re mine and mine only,” You heard Louis whisper. “But I thought you didn’t want to dance?” You asked Louis, playing the innocent card. “You’re too cute Tomlinson,” You replied, pulling Louis onto the dance floor to dance, making you completely forget about everything and everyone else.
Niall: The boys and Niall were up for 3 MTV Awards and were aloud to take one guest with them to the show. Niall picked you and you were over the moon. Loads of celeberties were going to be there and you couldn’t wait. On the night of the award show you were very fidgity. Niall asked you what was so you just simply told him tht you were excited. Arriving at the event, his hands quickly found your waist. He wasn’t one for PDA so this shocked you a bit, but that was the very least. Whenever a seemingly attractive guy walked past you on the red carpet, Niall would always kiss you to remind you who you belong to. You knew Niall was jealous, but for what? No one even came close to Niall. Entering the hall where the venue would take place, you assured Niall he had nothing to worry about and that you were his and nobody else’s. He was a lot more relaxed and laid back for the rest of the night; back to the Niall you knew.
Harry: Harry had been blanking you out for the last couple of days, almost ignoring you. You thought the only way to get his attention would be to make him jealous and you had just the plan. You had a birthday party coming up and had to go dress shopping. You were brining Harry along but you also invited Louis; knowing how much he loved shopping. Entering what seemed like the 5th dress store, you and Louis were chatting away with Harry behind you. Quickly finding a short, sexy dress you went to try it on. “Oh Lou?” You asked from inside the cubical. “Yess?” He replied. “Do you mind zipping me up?” You questioned, walking out in a dress that stopped at the top of your thighs. Harry saw his bestfriend zipping his girlfriend up and quickly arrived at the scene. Louis was telling you how amazing you looked in that dress before Harry interrupted. “Y/N, you look amazing in that dress now lets get you home,” Harry said. You agreed and followed him for what would be a not so silent night with a very jealous Harry.
Zayn: Tom, one of your ex boyfriends, had texted you telling you he would be in town and asked if you would like to meet uo. You were still on good terms, even after the breakup so you agreed. You make a mental note to run it by Zayn first. On the day of the meet, Zayn asked you were you were going. You had completely forgotten to tell him so you had to tell him the whole situation. He didn’t look very pleased. “Zayn, do you want to come with me?” You asked. He swiftly nodded, collecting his coat. Giggling to yourself, you thought of how cute Zayn was when he go jealous. “Zayn?” You asked on the way there. “What?” He asked. “Are you jealous?” You asked. At this point his cheeks flooded red and you knew the answer to your question. Arriving at the location, you pulled Zayn in for a very passionate kiss. “I love you,” You said, before walking away from the car and into the coffee shop.
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You Know He's Angry...
Liam: …when his mouth is set into a tight, rigid line. He’s almost silent, and when he does speak, his voice is void of emotion, as if he’s empty on the inside. If he talks at all, his words are formed into small, curt sentences that leave leave his lips in a low voice. You leave him be for the rest of the day, knowing he just needs some time to unwind his anger, unraveling it from himself. At night, before the day is over, you’ll slowly wrap your arms around you, pulling Liam tightly towards you. “S’alright to be mad sometimes, Liam.” You’ll tell him, snuggling into his broad, warm chest, “But I miss seeing you smile.” He gives in then, his anger immediately dissipating. How could he be mad when you’re there, when your arms are around him and you’re smiling against his chest, when you’re leaving small kisses against his cotton tshirt, when your hair’s a mess from him running his fingers through it, but you still manage to look beautiful?
Niall: …when his hands are balled into tight fists at his sides. His eyebrows are furrowed and he’s biting his lips, biting back an angry response, biting back his fury. Your hands are placed onto his chest, pushing him away from the other man with all of your strength. It doesn’t matter how feeble your arms are, Niall feels your attempts and staggers backwards a few steps, still locking his eyes with his opponent. “Niall,” you plead, “Niall, please, look at me. Look at me.” Gently, your hand touches his flushed cheek and he averts his gaze to you, his dark, angry eyes instantly returning back to the light blue you knew and loved. “It’s alright.” You coo, “It’s okay. He doesn’t matter, right? He doesn’t matter.” Niall nods his head, his eyes boring into yours, and he grabs your hand, pulling you out of the club, away from the crowd.
Louis: …when he’s pacing around the room, his eyes set on the floor. “Tell me what happened.” You say softly, watching him from across the room. Louis’s been snippy all day, shutting himself away from you and the rest of the world. Sometimes the mood dissipates on its own, and sometimes it doesn’t. It didn’t this time. Louis grumbles a response that you don’t understand. “I didn’t hear you.” You state, trying not to anger him even more, but standing your ground. He shakes his head, frustration seeping out of him in tendrils that you can almost physically feel, and looks at you, his eyes stern and mouth rigid. He sighs at the sight of you leaning against the wall, knowing that he’s being silly and you’re being patient and amazing, once again. His eyes soften as he walks towards you. “Sorry, love.” He says, his arms on your hips, “I’ve just had a bad day, is all.” Kisses are planted on your cheek and along your jaw, “S’okay, Lou.” You say, kissing him on the lips.
Harry: …when he holds your hand tighter in his, his pace quickening as he tugs you down the street to your home, away from the rest of the world. “I can’t stand when they do that.” He mutters to himself, “I can’t believe how rude they are, spewing those nasty remarks at you.” Harry releases your hand to fish his keys out of his pocket, unlocking the door and letting you in first. You walk inside slowly, placing your purse on the table near the door. Behind you, Harry slams the door closed, finally able to show how he’s feeling without being judged. “I can’t stand them!” He shouts, his fingers entangled in his hair. Turning to face him, your expression is soft, knowing that he’s only acting this way because he’s upset, frustrated. Gently, you pull his hands out from his hair, pulling them down so they’re hanging at his sides. You place a loving kiss on his lips, “It’s okay, Harry.” You say, “It’s alright now.”
Zayn: …when he’s silent. Whenever Zayn is filled with any type of overwhelming emotion, he shuts down, becoming a shell of a person. He sits on the couch, the television blaring as background noise, but he’s not watching it. Without saying a word, you’ll sit next to him, grabbing his hand and entangling it with your own, playing with the soft pads of his fingers. “What happened?” You’ll whisper, still eyes watching your hands as they mingle with his fingers. Beside you, Zayn sighs, his head turning to peer at you. “Bad day.” He explains, his voice strained and tired, “I’ve just had a really, really bad day.” He lets out a chuckle, but it’s not light and airy, like his usual laugh. It’s dark and hurting, and it makes you want to grab the box of band aids from under the sink, placing one wherever he’s hurting. Slowly, your lips touch his, sending your love his way in hopes that it will make him feel better in any way. “I love you.” You remind him. He gives you a small, tired smile as he snuggles into the crook of your neck, “I know.” He whispers, “I love you too.”
Liam: “Don’t listen to anything they say.” He said, his voice stern but eyes soft. Liam’s hand stroked your hair slowly, his other arm wrapped around your waist, keeping your body pressed against his. “They don’t know a thing about you, not like I do. They can’t see how beautiful you are, but I do.” Gently, a kiss was placed against your head, resting his chin there. “And my opinion matters more than theirs, right?” Liam asked, his tone now soft, his voice low. He hated seeing you like this, hated coming home to find you curled into a ball on the couch, your eyes empty and heart crushed. “Don’t cry. I love you, and I think you’re the most beautiful girl alive. Isn’t that enough?” You snuggled your head into his chest as a reply, softly kissing the thin cotton t shirt covering his torso. “Yeah,” you replied, “it’s more than enough.”
Niall: When he spotted the far away look in your eyes, he knew what was wrong. “You’re so beautiful.” He murmurs into your ear, moving his lips to your cheek and dotting kisses all along your face. “Niall,” you groan, trying to push him away, but he only smiles, leaving a line of kisses along your jaw. “I won’t stop.” He says, his eyes shining with adoration, “I need you to know that I think you’re perfect.”
Louis: “They think I’m not good enough for you.” Your words come out in a broken whisper, your voice shaky. Standing across from you, Louis’s anger is brewing, his cheeks beginning to burn up. “Fuck what they think!” He yells, his hands balled into tight fists, “They don’t know me, and they certainly don’t know you. I don’t give a fuck what they think about you, or me. I don’t care! All I care about is you! If you’re okay, then I’m okay.” His voice softens, his eyes rimming with tears as he pulls you into a tight embrace, whispering, “I just really need you to be okay.”
Harry: “You’re wrong.” He murmurs, his voice hushed. “I wish you could see what I do when I look at you.” Harry presses his lips against yours, “I wish you could see how beautiful your eyes are when you’ve just woken up.” His lips are brushing against your cheekbone, lips upturned the slightest bit, “I wish you could see your blushing cheeks when someone compliments you. I wish you could see your nose crinkle when you laugh.” A soft kiss is pressed against the tip of your nose, and he continues, “I wish you could see your forehead crease when I’m pleasuring you.” He kisses the middle of your forehead, his hands squeezing your hips reassuringly. “I wish you could see your smile when you’re excited about something. I wish you could see you how I do, if only just for a moment, because then I think you’d understand.” Harry lets out a shaky breath. He’s torn apart, knowing that you feel this way, knowing that you’re hurting. “You’d understand that you’re perfect, just the way you are.”
Zayn: “Don’t say that.” Zayn replies softly. “I’m not.” You say, your eyes on the floor as tears begin to well up, “I’m not beautiful.” He sighs, “Babe, you are, though. You’re so beautiful.” Shaking your head, your hand raises up to brush away the first tear quickly, “No, I’m not. I’m really not.” The tears are falling faster now, one right after the other, as if it’s a race to see which one can make you look like the biggest fool they can. You’re crying openly now, a broken sob escaping your lips, and Zayn quickly wraps his arms around you, letting you cry into his chest. “I think you’re perfect.” He murmurs, “Not only are you completely gorgeous, you’re also selfless, loving, and intelligent. That’s why you’re so amazing, you know? You’re beautiful on the inside and the outside. When I met you, I saw that and my first thought was, ‘I’ve got to make her mine.’ I knew, just from meeting you one time, that you were the one.” His chin rests atop your head, his hand stroking your hair slowly, “I think you’re amazing.”
My Experience Seeing One Direction Perform on Ellen
(A/N: Sorry this is late! Hopefully it isn’t shit. Let me know what you think of it!)
“My my, my my my- Give me love…” I groaned and rolled over to turn off my alarm; forgetting that I had stayed the night in my friend’s apartment. Consequently, I rolled off of the couch and landed on the floor with a thump. For a bed time of 2:30, 3:45 was an alarm that came far too early. In the back of my mind, though still laced with sleep, my thoughts rang with one sound:
Today was finally the day. The boys had come to LA for their promotion of Take Me Home, and today they were to guest on Ellen, one of America’s most successful talk shows. Not only were they being featured, but I was invited to a private taping of their outdoor performance. I was going to watch a One Direction concert, for free, with 5,000 other fans. Just the thought was enough in itself to motivate me to snap awake and get ready for the long day ahead of me. My friend Adria was accompanying me, and we were ready to leave at 4:30. We were dropped off at the train station, left to figure out public transportation for ourselves.
Our train left at 4:53. I was quick to realize not only were we the youngest passengers on board, but we were the only ones not dreading being there. The other passengers were on their way to work; there was one man sitting diagonal to me looking over a report, probably thinking about how irritating the teenage girls are. Adria was beginning to show how tired she was, but my eyes were searching around, trying to memorize everything. I knew that today would be one I wouldn’t want to forget. We made it through one train transfer, and we arrived at the Bob Hope airport at approximately 6:00. After walking in the cold for a little bit, we found a line of about 70 teenage girls dressed in stripes and Ugg boots. Based solely on their appearance, I knew we had arrived.
One terrible quality about myself is that the earlier in the morning it is, the more judgmental I am. After eavesdropping to the conversations being held around me, I quickly realized two things: One, I was one of the oldest people here, save the parents; two, these were exactly the kinds of fans I didn’t get along with very well. Their conversations consisted of carrots, Nandos, and what qualifies someone as a “real fan.” I was out of my element.
Our line was moved to a bigger area to keep everyone safe, and that’s when Adria and I began talking to the girls in front of us. As it turns out, they were actually really nice and super funny! We soon realized that everyone in line had one of three things: General Admission printed on their tickets, Stand By Admission printed on their tickets, and no tickets whatsoever. Adria and I had General Admission, which we figured was a good thing, but the girls in front of us had no tickets at all. I couldn’t fathom their dedication- they missed school and showed up nine hours early in hopes of seeing the boys. We were all separated by ticket status, and I still don’t know if they made it to the concert. I hope they did.
We were now in the barricades for those that had General Admission. We were close to the front of the line; we were in the first row of barricades before the line began to swing around behind us. We were told that we would be there for a few hours, so we got comfortable. This meant playing the new album from Adria’s phone and countless games of Speed or telling innumerable amounts of love fortunes with a deck of cards. The people in front and behind us in line created an alliance to stop people from cutting, which was a bigger problem than I would have liked to think. Finally, some employees made their way through the line and handed out plastic bracelets. We handed them our IDs so that we had validation for being there and they crossed our names off of the list. I was number 263 in line. After about an hour more of waiting, we were put through metal detectors and herded to a bigger area where they passed out free water and Pepsi while we waited for all 30 buses to arrive. After walking in mindless circles for too long, we were being separated by fifties on our bracelets. The way it was organized wasn’t exactly the best thing in the world, but Adria and I eventually boarded bus #6- not that bad, considering there were 5,000 people coming to watch. The bus shuttled us to Warner Brothers Studios, where we stood in our final line for the day. A security guard checked our wrists to make sure we all had bracelets, and we were let in.
The race of speed-walking teenagers was not one to be taken lightly.
Adria and I made it just in time. We entered the pit right next to the stage with only one or two rows of people ahead of us, and after we were let in they started directing people to an area further away. We were able to see the VIP section clearly and the stage even clearer. Again, I was painfully aware of the fact that I was one of the oldest people there, but this time it didn’t matter. The girls around me were all very sweet and we seemed to get along together well. The concert wasn’t set to start for two more hours, so we all got comfortable with each other. Eventually they let more people into the pit, and things were getting tight. Elbows were being pushed into backs and shoulders into faces, but we still found a way to make light of it all. Any discomfort would soon be forgotten, because our boys were scheduled to come in mere minutes. On the screens to the left and right of the stage, they played previous live shows by artists including P!nk, Kelly Clarkson, and Coldplay.
A producer came on stage and gave us the general rules (scream loud, have fun, be safe) and introduced Sophia Grace and Sophie, the opening act. They did their performance of Super Bass and it was just too adorable. They introduced One Direction, and all 5,000 attendees had a simultaneous intake of breath, let out by screams to be heard around the world. Seeing the boys walk on stage, my biggest fear had become a reality.
They are so much more attractive in person than any picture could ever hint at.
The first song they sang was One Thing. The walked out onto the runway extension of the stage, and from there I was maybe 6 or 7 rows of people away from them. On my side for the majority of the song were Niall and Zayn. Liam was center for his solo, and during that the unimaginable happened. Niall found me. His eyes were brighter than any picture had ever shown, leaving me paralyzed while looking back at them. No longer were there thousands of screaming girls surrounding us- it was Niall and I, baring our souls through only eye contact. He was singing along to Liam (and eventually Harry), though not into his microphone. To my eyes, he sang, “Cause you make my heart race. Shot me out of the sky, you’re my kryptonite. You keep making me weak, yeah, frozen and can’t breathe.”
At that, I am 90% sure I mouthed the words, “Fuck me.” I never claimed to be a graceful lady. Don’t judge me.
It was in that moment, though, that I was aware that Niall Horan had acknowledged my existence. There was no way this was a glimpse in passing; his stare held with mine for longer than what would be normal. I’m sure if you asked any girl in my general vicinity, they would have the same story. I’m aware of how delusional I sound when I say this, but I am nothing short of positive that he not only saw me, but saw into me.
In all honesty, most of the rest of the concert is a big blur. They sang What Makes You Beautiful (in which Niall saw me again two more times, but only for a split second. My mind might have been playing tricks on me) and Little Things, where they sat on boxes too far forward on the stage for me to see anything but the backs of their heads. Ellen came on stage and interviewed the boys, making joke after joke based off of the resemblance between her and Niall. She asked which of the boys were single, and my heart broke when I saw Liam raise his hand. I will forever sail the Payzer ship. As per usual, she asked the three singles what they looked for in a girl. Niall said, “I like a girl that’s cute, one I can have a laugh with, and I like girls who are American! You all qualify!” Cue the screaming. Again, don’t judge me. Liam said, “I like a girl… that’s in this audience!” I’m not sure why they didn’t put that in the final cut, but my adoration for this little puppy was lit anew. Harry said his usual, “I just like someone that you get on with, you know?” They then moved on to saying that Harry is looking for someone like Ellen, but she was taken so she promised to find someone like herself. Liam pointed to Niall, and we all had a good Narry laugh. After the interview, three girls were brought on stage for a game. The rules were basically this: grope each of the boys and get a hug from one of them. Basically.
In a childish jealous fit, I complained that all the girls were under the age of legal consent, and I should be put as a replacement to avoid legal issues.
My wish was ignored.
Sophia Grace and Sophie were brought on stage one more time to introduce the boys again, and they sang Live While We’re Young. Everyone was jumping in unison, belting out the lyrics as loud as we could. At this time, we were all on the same page- no matter where we were, who we were, or where we came from, we were all hear for this moment, for these boys, for this memory. We were happy.
It was a long drive home, and I can’t say that I’m sad to be home. It’s been a long day. I’m now sat in my sweats and big T shirt, barely conscious, wondering if I made the whole thing up. When I close my eyes, the only thing I see is the electric oceanic blue in Niall’s eyes.
I don’t know if he remembers me. It’s likely that he doesn’t. I’ve heard that your mind can’t create new faces; that it just reuses the ones that you’ve seen- even only in passing. I can’t promise that he’ll remember me, but maybe one night he’ll have a dream, and my face will have a role. It isn’t much, and it’s slightly delusional, but it’s the hope that I’ll hold onto.
Changed, Chapter One
“Good Luck Niall, I know you’ll do great!” Those words. The words that changed your life forever. You had persuaded your ‘Best Friend’ Niall to audition for the X-Factor UK 2010, not knowing what would happen. Niall got through and put in a group with 4 other boys, Liam, Harry, Zayn and Louis. They didn’t win but got a record deal. That was the last you ever saw of Niall. He completely forgot you, left you behind just like his brown hair. He had changed so much since you had last saw him, you didn’t know if you would recognise him if he ever did come back. You were heartbroken when you’re birthday came around, and nothing came from Niall. Not even a tweet or message. By the time your second birthday came around you weren’t bothered. Niall was the only one that understood you, the only one you knew. After he had left you had formed almost a shell, blocking off anyone who came to close.
At the end of the year, you made a promise to yourself. A promise never to stop looking for Niall and give up all hope. Since then, you haven’t looked at a single picture or read a story about him. He had forgotten you and now it was your time to move on.
It was mid April when you heard that One Direction were coming to town. Although you had made a promise to not interact with him again, you had to go. Buying the tickets was easy, but making yourself go was another. You were afraid. Scared. Scared that he might see you, but now recognise you. Afraid that he may have completely changed. Worried that he wasn’t the Niall you knew any more. On the night of the concert, you arrived early, hoping to catch a sight of him. With no luck, you entered the venue and waited. The boys all came on stage and started their first song. Niall’s eyes searched through the crown when they stopped on you. He just stared, with his mouth open. He remembered you, but you didn’t know who that boy was staring back at you. He had Changed.
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On your first date, Niall took you to the park in the middle of the night to see the stars. On every anniversary after that the two of you would watch the stars and try to find the constellations you had learned about when you were younger. Slowly you two grew to know and understand the sky. You knew where the bright stars were. You knew where to find the dying stars. The two of you even knew where to look for the stars that no longer existed, but were once a promise for a brighter tomorrow. When Niall proposed, it was under the night sky in the presence of the stars. But perhaps the most important stars were the ones that kept you connected no matter where in the world you were. When Niall was away for work you would both end the night looking out the bedroom window up at the stars. You would each say goodnight to the stars knowing they would deliver the message to the other and you would each anxiously wait for when you were reunited so that you could thank your lucky stars for the way they always brought you and Niall back to each other.
Liam - Allochthonous
Allochthonous (adj.) - Not formed in the region where found.
“Smile!” Liam pulled you in close as he held his phone above the two of you to take a picture. He was so excited to be in New York City, let alone right in the middle of Times Square. He’d been there on tours before, but never really had much time to do some exploring and see what all the fuss was about. You knew your way pretty well around the city and acted like a tour guide for him.
You pulled at his jacket, “Come on! You have to see the Toys ‘R Us! They have a ferris wheel inside of it!” Liam scoffed at how ridiculous it sounded, but decided that he would humor you and go with. Luckily, it was just across the street. When you finally managed to get inside, he looked around in wonder.
“This is incredible,” he whispered. You laughed as you pulled him around the store, showing him every nook and cranny. After the toy store, you showed him the M&M store, walked down Madison Avenue, and managed to find your way to the Gershwin Theater.
You reached into your pocket and pulled out two tickets to see Wicked. Liam’s eyes lit up when he saw them. “No day in New York is complete without a Broadway show!” You were glad that you were taking Liam to his first Broadway show. He lifted you off the ground and planted a kiss right on your lips.
The two of you walked inside, your fingers intertwined. Your ears were still red from the chill of the brisk November air as the two of you found your seats. Liam was in awe and was taking pictures of the stage and the two of you, tweeting them out to the world. The lights dimmed and you snuggled up next to Liam, knowing that he was going to have a great time.
Niall - Circadian
Circadian (adj.) - Pertaining to rhythmic biological cycles recurring at approximately 24-hour intervals
It was just another normal summertime Sunday for you and Niall. You both woke up, walked to the little diner down the block for breakfast, came back home and settled on the couch with a marathon of your favorite show on TV for the next 6 hours. You didn’t know why, but the redundancy of your Sunday afternoons were something that you looked forward to all week.
Niall got up from the couch, walked into the kitchen and you could hear the microwave starting up. You could hear the quiet sounds of popping kernels and knew that Niall was fixing up a snack for the two of you to share, just as always. However this time, Niall came walking back into the room without his shirt on. You looked at him with an eyebrow cocked and a crooked smile coming across your face.
Niall just looked back at you, standing next to the couch. “What? It’s fucking hot out,” he explained. He had a point, it was pretty warm. The sight of Niall’s exposed skin always came as a pleasant surprise. He was always so timid when it came to taking his shirt off because of his blindingly pale skin. You giggled and pulled him down on top of you and wrapped your arms around him.
“You don’t hear me complaining, do you?” you asked him, planting a kiss on his lips. The two of you laid there, kissing and cuddling throughout the next six hours of your television marathon. Even though it wasn’t what you were used to, you somehow didn’t mind. Maybe it was the feel of Niall’s skin, or maybe it was just laying with him. Either way, it was exactly what you had been looking forward to all week.
One Direction Ship: Kenzie
“Can I have a ship? I’m Kenzie and 14 years old, I have brown hair and green eyes. I play basketball, softball, and volleyball. I’m the perverted jokester in my group of friends and the loud one, but very shy when meeting new people. my friend and I also corrupted another of our friends into likeing 1D! Haha”
I ship you with Niall!
I ship you with Niall because: you guys act like best friends! And that is the best kind of relationship :) Neither of you are afraid to be who you really are in front of each other, and that includes laughing hysterically at completely inappropriate times.
Your best friend in the band is: Zayn
How you met: You and Niall were actually childhood friends back in Mullingar. Nothing romantic was between you because boys had cooties back then! But the longer he was touring around the world you realized you missed your best friend. Late one night you got an ‘I miss you’ call from the one that got away and your relationship grew from there.
Your first date was just a casual movie date at his house. You wore:
- Kinfe & Millie
Weigh Me Down - Part One
So flawlesshomosexuals posted a prompt some weeks ago now, in which while Harry and Louis have sex, Louis tells Harry he’s too heavy, which consequently leads to Harry feeling insecure. A thousand and one apologies for it taking so long, but I got the first part done so yay!! My first time writing smut, too, so sorry for that :/ Comments are better than cookies :) x