He Was The One

Chapter Sixteen

“Where are you off to?” I heard his deep voice ask as he stood watching me from the bathroom doorway.

My attention was locked in on the smear of my lipstick as I had begun to put it on but I flicked my eyes up for a moment, catching his stare through the reflection of the mirror that rested above the sink. Hands planted up on each side of the doorframe slightly above his head, it made his stature seem almost doubled in size as his simple white t-shirt pulled up just a bit, exposing a sliver of his lower tummy.

My stare shot down his muscular body to peek at his tanned skin before I slowly looked back up at his face. “I, um…just O’Malley’s with Niall,” I said, focusing on my lips again as I leaned in to run my painted fingernail along the edge.

“You’re putting on lipstick to go to O’Malley’s?”

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Harry after literally almost dying for the 1000th time: Ouch that hurt!

Severus Snape: Hurt?? 😢😩 You don’t know🚫❌ REAL PAIN ☔📉 until the LOVE OF YOUR LIFE DIES 💀🔪🔪🚺 after marrying your worst enemy 💍💏💔 and now u gotta think of creative ways 🙅⭐ to torture their spawn ⚡👓 and all his shitty friends 💩💨 After all this time??👀😱😭💦 ALWAYS💦💋😫💕

“If you stick a needle in me, I will die.”
“What about if you need a shot, like, from a doctor?” Frank grabbed the book and pulled himself to sit up. “What happens then?”
Mikey laughed. “Oh my God, it’s hilarious. He has to lie down and the doctor has to do special breathing with him.”
“Shut up,” Gerard said, smiling.
“In through the nose, out through the mouth,” Mikey said in a high-pitched voice. "

once again thanks Unholyverse for my life


Every day, you ride the bus and count the minutes, hoping you’ll see her again. She smiles, and you feel a strange tingle up the back of your neck. Something carnal inside of you causes your body to break out in sweats. You feel like the luckiest man in the world. She sits alone, just like every other day, and looks out the window lost in her thoughts. You know that look. She’s just as alone as you are. But she doesn’t have to be. You could talk to her. Tell her you’d love to sit next to her today and every other day, because life is short, and no one deserves to ride the bus alone.