and stay away from all social media for a while

Monster High & SDCC 2017: ADDENDUM

UPDATE: This Saturday, I asked Garrett Sander (the Monster High creator) how the fandom can best express our feelings about Monster High and its presence at comic-con to inspire change. He gave a me a few pointers:

• Call the customer service number, and leave comments about how much you love Monster High and how much you miss the SDCC panel and display: 1-800-524-8697

• Write letters to Mattel, Incorporated explaining why Monster High is important to you, and why Mattel should put it in their focus. This is an especially good option, because it allows us to relay the largest amount of information.
Mattel, Inc.
333 Continental Boulevard
El Segundo, CA 90245-5012

Concentrate our social media efforts as much as possible to one place. I was told that it’s important to consolidate ourselves so Mattel can see how many of us there are! I’d like to propose that we choose the Mattel Instagram page (, because it serves the dual purpose of getting our point across while also keeping negativity away from Monster High’s social media pages. if you don’t have an Instagram account, don’t worry; the above two options are still really important.

Perhaps most importantly of all, though, we have to STAY POSITIVE. Be cordial, be kind, lay off the swear words, and speak from the heart. Social media reps are trained specifically to ignore negative comments (or to respond with positivity), so if you’re going to post on Instagram, make sure to say that you love and miss Monster High, and wish to see them again at SDCC next year! When you write letters, keep the suggestions and complaints to a minimum. Mention how the artistic integrity, detail, individuality, and posability of these dolls is important to you, so Mattel knows those things are worth putting money into. We can absolutely do this. I believe in us.


I just spoke to Becca Shipman, the current lead designer of Monster High.

the higher-ups at Mattel decided to focus only on their licensed brands at SDCC this year. it’s supposedly a better business strategy. that is the reason for the huge focus on WWE and DCSHG, as well as the lack of a Monster High panel. the designers of Mattel’s home-grown brands, Monster High included, were crestfallen, but there’s nothing they can do about it. Monster High spent the year preparing for SDCC as usual before the corporate decision was finalized, so they slated reveals, which are now happening on social media, and Becca designed that Cleo de Nile and Ghoulia Yelps 2-pack, which was supposed to be the SDCC exclusive.

the Monster High crew cares so deeply about the brand. they care about girls, they care about misfits, they care about stories, they care about fashion and art, and more than anything, they care about their fans. I know this firsthand. I know they love each and every one of us.

there’s been a lot of transition from the Monster High fans I follow from despair into acceptance. people seem to be sure that this is the death knell for the brand. I’m telling you otherwise. please make an uproar about Monster High’s presence at SDCC. please try to make your voice heard, guys - and don’t bother Monster High’s people about it. go directly to Mattel. storm their official Instagram. write letters and e-mails. even if nothing comes of it, they should at least know how we feel about this. the brand is important to us! its presence is important to us! and the artists behind the brand who care so deeply about it are important to us. we don’t have to whine about it online (although we still can - a healthy amount of whining is important), and we don’t have to accept defeat. I think it’s time we make our feelings known in the most positive way we can. conventions aren’t just for superheroes and wrestlers! they’re for ghouls, too.

Did someone say modern step sibling au lmao
I mentioned writing this before, I was gonna make it one long fic but i decided to break it up into a few shorter ones? It wont be that long tho I just don’t want it all to be in one thing.
ANYWAY, this is a modern au featuring JD and Heather Chandler as step siblings who are desperate for Veronica, a Known Bisexual. It’s honestly equal parts jdonica and chansaw so hopefully you’re into that lol. Here’s part one!

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Be Healthy

Hey there! I hope you are doing well today, and having that drive to create! 

I know we talk about animators, how to animate, and how to improve, and I feel it’s time to also talk about staying healthy as you animate.

Animation, as some of you know, does take up a lot of energy from your mind and body. So much so, that you need to give your body time to rest and nourishment to stay active as you animate. 

Here are some tips to help you out as you begin animation/art school for the fall, as well as an amateur/professional animator:

1. Exercise/Stretch: This is not to say to lose a certain amount of weight or to become a bodybuilder, but this will help your body from being stiff. Sitting down for hours animating can put strain on your back, so it would be good to take time to exercise (walk, run, lift weights, martial arts, etc.). You can also take time to stretch, as legend Hayao Miyazaki does in between his animating duties.

2. Drink Water/Eat: Animation/Art school can be stressful at times (exercising can release some of that stress), and sometimes that stress leads us to not eating, or not eating healthy foods. Having coffee is fine, but do monitor your use of caffeine (especially energy drinks). Instead, try drinking water and having some food made from home. Don’t get me wrong - a pizza night is not bad from time to time…but be sure your body is still provided with nutrients. 

3. Rest/Sleep: Take time to get sleep (at least 6 hours), so your body can be healthy. Doing one all nighter is one thing, but to do many all nighters (without proper rest), can cause your body to demand rest. Try to set a schedule for the work you need to achieve, and the time where you need sleep. In the long run, your body will not feel overworked, and you won’t put yourself in danger for not giving yourself proper rest. 

4. Monitor Your Intake: Read something exciting and positive! Your body is a temple, so fill it up with solid, strong passage that will build you up. Animation (and all sorts of art) is a tough business, where criticism is always given. It does hurt sometimes, but don’t allow it to keep you down. It is a fight to not have doubt in your abilities and skills, as well as to stay focused on your goals. Think of ways to overcome your obstacle(s), while also cutting away things that are holding you back from having a sound mind and body (like social media, certain music, or even certain shows/films if they don’t help build you up). 

I do hope this helps you, and that you continue to be healthy as you animate and art!  


anonymous asked:

Could you please talk about trans boy Adrien? That would be amazing


hello i said i was going to bed but that’s a LIE because trans boy adrien. infinitely more important than sleep

  • the first person he tells is chloe
  • they’re painting each other’s nails and chloe’s first response is “if you tell me i need to redo these nails because they’re pink i am literally never speaking to you again i spent almost an hour on this gradient pattern” 
  • chloe is the most aggressively supportive person and that’s honestly just what adrien needs
  • she buys him his first binder before he’s out to anyone else and he tries it on in her room 
  • “how does it feel?”
  • “really weird” 
  • *deadpan* “no way what a surprise”
  • they spend several hours goofing around with hairstyles and trying to figure out what would fit adrien best
  • he’s always kind of preferred short hair and he’s finally got the chance
  • he’s still not out though so he just gets it cut into a bob (gabriel flips out) and chloe cuts her hair to her shoulders because solidarity against the man aka gabriel agreste
  • chloe also helps adrien try out a few names although they can’t really find any they like all that much
  • to each their own but i personally think that gabriel would’ve been super supportive when adrien came out to him 
  • like it’s not even a question gabriel just automatically starts switching things over to what adrien wants/needs/is comfortable with
  • what kind of clothes he wants to wear in shoots, what kind of makeup, what kind of hairstyle, etc
  • it’s the most control adrien’s had over his modeling career in literally his entire life
  • it’s kind of overwhelming but not in a bad way more of a ‘oh my god my father is giving me attention’ kind of way
  • gabriel is the one who suggests the name adrien because it was adrien’s mom’s first choice of baby name
  • like first first like the first name following the sentence let’s start thinking about baby names 
  • adrien starts modeling things that are a lot more gender neutral 
  • he gets more binders and nathalie is like a hawk making sure he’s taking them off and stretching when he has them on for long periods of time
  • she will actually drag him away if he’s wearing one while exercising she is very serious about adrien’s health 
  • when adrien comes out to the public it’s in a single article that he had complete editing capabilities over
  • adrien mostly stays away from social media just because it’s easier than having to have someone monitor an account but chloe is all over it so she sends him screenshots of positive responses and messages of support
  • (he saves all of them in a folder for bad days) 
  • once he’s out, he starts modeling clothing for men and boys
  • and by that i mean the clothing is in the men and boys sections of magazines because like hell you could take skirts and puffy dresses away from adrien
  • he’s very vocal about being trans especially because he knows he has privilege 
  • adrien being trans is another reason gabriel is against public school because he wasn’t sure how it would be handled
  • yeah but that’s cool and it’s handled very well and all his classmates are very supportive and all that 
  • and something adrien really likes about school is that for the most part he’s just adrien? he’s not like the trans model™️
  • cause mostly people just let him model but there will always be questions in interviews about what’s it like being one of the few mainstream trans models and sometimes it gets a little tiring 
  • the first thing he thinks when he first transforms into chat noir is ‘nat is going to kill me’ because he can’t tell if his binder is on under all this spandex and there’s no way he’s allowed to be running around like this in a binder
  • he’s surprised by how chill plagg is about the whole thing and plagg is literally like “kid. i’ve been around for 5000 years. i’ve seen everything. there’s nothing strange about this”
  • sometimes when he’s not feeling great about his body he’ll put on the biggest sweatshirt he can find and curl up with video games (any zelda is his first go to) 
  • ok listen adrien joining the school gay straight alliance and going over marinette’s to make rainbow cookies and making a mess of the kitchen this is very important
Secret Love Song - Harry Styles Mini Series Part 9

Originally posted by pinkharold

Part 8

You weren’t exactly sure how you made it from the floor of the lobby to the bed in the hotel room, but that’s where you were. The last thing you remembered was walking through the crowd of fans and clutching your chest as you tried to breathe your way through an anxiety attack. 

And now, you were laying on the bed with a very worried boyfriend pacing around the room. 

“How did I-” You mumbled sitting up a bit. 

“Y/N! Oh my god, are you okay?” He said worried, but still keeping his distance. 

“I-I think so,” you whispered. “How did I get up here?” 

“I carried you up here and once you got your breathing under control you just fell asleep,” he whispered. 

“Oh, I uh… I do that sometimes,” you blushed. 

“Are you okay? Do you need to see a doctor?” He asked quickly sitting down on the bed. 

“No, no I’m okay now,” you said. “I just might be tired for a bit.” 

“I knew we should have gone the other way,” he sighed. 

“It’s my fault, I didn’t think it would be that bad,” you said. 

“Are you sure you’re okay?” He sighed. 

“Yes, I’m fine,” you sighed. “I’m sorry you had to see that. I wish you hadn’t seen that.” 

“Why?” He asked confused. 

“Because now you’ve seen that you don’t have a normal girl for a girlfriend,” you sighed. “That night at the club, when you saw me having an attack, that was nothing compared to this and sometimes they’re worse than what I experienced today. Every single one of my exes, when they’ve seen me have an attack or I talk about my anxiety, they just brush it off like I want attention and then they end up breaking up me or cheating on me when it becomes too much for them,” you rolled your eyes. 

“Do you really think I would do that?” He asked with hurt in his voice. 

“No, but I’m sure everyone is talking about what happened and it’s going to be everywhere. Not only are people talking about the fact that you have a girlfriend now, but she’s also someone who can’t even walk through a crowd of people without freaking out to the point of exhaustion,” you mumbled. 

“Baby, none of that is your fault,” he whispered. “And I would never… I would never break up with you over it and I’m not going to brush it off. What I saw today scared the shit out of me and I was so worried about you.” 

“I’m sorry I scared you,” you whispered. “I didn’t exactly plan it,” you joked. 

“Are you seeing someone for it?” He asked. 

“I have in the past and I’m taking medication for it. Both of those help for the most part, but there are some things like crowds of people or feeling trapped that trigger me,” you said. 

“Why didn’t you ever tell me?” He sighed. 

“Because sometimes I’m ashamed of it,” you sighed. “People have this stigma around anxiety that it’s not real and we’re just wanting to attention and then you have people who pretend to have anxiety because they think it’s a cool trend to say that they have it. I mean everyone has a bit of anxiety in them, but when you have a disorder it’s to the extreme.” 

“I’m sorry that you felt like you couldn’t come to me,” he whispered. 

“It wasn’t that, I’m just used to not talking about it with people. My friends and family don’t really understand and they don’t usually care to either,” you shrugged. 

“Well, not with me,” he whispered. “You can talk to me about this or anything and I’ll be here to listen.” 

You smiled a bit. “Thank you,” you whispered laying your head on his shoulder. 

He kissed your head and wrapped his arms around you. “So, what do you want to do? We could order some dinner in and watch a movie or take a nice warm bath, whatever you’d like,” he smiled. 

“I think dinner and a nice relaxing bath would be great,” you smiled. “I’m afraid I’d fall asleep during the movie.” 

“You don’t have to stay up, love,” he whispered. “If you want to go to sleep, you can. I can fend for myself.”

“I know, but I don’t want to ruin our day any more than I already have,” you smiled. 

“You didn’t ruin it, baby,” he whispered. 

“Maybe not for you, but I did for myself,” you said. “And to be honest I’m quite used to it.” 

Harry sighed looking over at you before kissing your head again and grabbing the room service menu and calling in an order. 


You and Harry were now back in London. He had been busy over the last few days since your return from Paris due to appearances and rehearsals. You had also been busy. You had to pick up your final paycheck from the magazine and clean out your office, something Madison had already done for you and all that was left to get was a box of everything. 

You carried the box to your car and then headed back to your house. You brought the box into the spare room in your flat that you used as a make shift office. Something that would come in handy over these next few weeks as you looked for a job. 

You had been staring at your computer screen for what seemed like hours when the knock on your front door brought you back to reality. You pushed away from your desk and when to answer the door. 

“Finally!” Jess groaned pushing her way through the doorway with bags in her hand. 

“You’ve been waiting for like two minutes, if that,” you laughed shutting the door. 

“This shit is heavy,” she said putting the bags on the table. 

“Jesus, did you buy enough food for an army,” you laughed. 

“No, I just.. anyway, I’ve been looking forward to this day, so come get some food and then spill!” She smirked. 

“What is there to spill?” You asked taking a little bit of each food from the different containers. 

“Um, well, for one how about the fact that you’re dating Harry Styles and went on a romantic getaway with him,” she said with a mouthful. 

“It wasn’t a romantic getaway. He went for work and I just tagged along,” you said innocently. 

“So, you’re telling me that you two didn’t do anything romantic in the least bit?” She asked putting her hands on her hips. 

“I mean… there were some romantic moments, but nothing over the top,” you said. “But then again, most of that was probably because of everything that happened. Between people finding out about us and then my anxiety attack there were a few setbacks on any romantic plans he may have had.” 

“Shit, that sucks,” she sighed. “I saw a video of what happened. There wasn’t a lot to go on because once you were inside there wasn’t any footage of you, but I could tell you were freaking out.” 

“Yep,” you sighed. “It wasn’t my finest moment.” 

“How are you doing with that?” She asked. 

“I’m better now, although I have been staying away from my social media because I don’t need to see what happened,” you sighed. 

“How did Harry handle it?” She asked grabbing more food. 

“Surprisingly well,” you said. “After it happened, I was embarrassed and thought that maybe he’d be embarrassed too or that he’d be freaked out and break up with me.” 

“And I take it that didn’t happen?” She asked. 

“Not at all. He was very supportive and for the first time in a while, I feel like I have someone I can lean on about this. I know that I’ve always had you, but I’ve never had that in a boyfriend…” you whispered. 

“I’m really happy for you, Y/N,” she smiled. “I knew that you seemed different these past few weeks and I’m really glad to know that you’ve found someone that seems to treat you like you deserve.” 

“I am too,” you smiled. “I’ve never felt like this about anyone before and quite honestly it scares me because I don’t want to ever lose this feeling, but I’m enjoying every second of it.” 

“Speaking of enjoying…” she smirked. “Have you slept with him yet?” 

You don’t respond, just simply take a sip of your drink. 

“HOLY SHIT YOU HAVE!” She exclaimed. 

“We’re so not talking about this,” you said shaking your head. 

“Yes, we are! I can’t believe this. Do you realize how lucky you are? There are like millions of girls and I’m sure guys that would love to be able to say they’ve fucked Harry Styles and you get to do that!” She said. 

You rolled your eyes. “Your fangirl is showing, Jess.” 

“Sorry!” She groaned. 

You laughed. “But if you must know, the first time was in Paris,” you said. “So, we haven’t exactly been at it that long.” 


“Oh my God,” you said. “Can you go an entire conversation without shouting at me?” You laughed. 

“You’ve known me your entire life, when have I ever been quiet?” She laughed. 

“True,” you giggled. 

“Anyway, all fangirling and joking aside, he seems like a real gent and I’m happy that you have someone like that,” she smiled. “Now, does he have any single friends?” 

“I think so,” you laughed. “I’ll have to ask him if any of them are up to par for you though.” 

“You’re the best,” she smirked. 

You laughed and finished your lunch. 


Later that day, you had another visitor, but this time it was your boyfriend. When you opened the door, you saw nothing but a huge bouquet of flowers and legs covered in black skinny jeans. 

“Um… “ You laughed. “Hi..” 

Harry poked his head to the side of the flowers and gave a little smile. “There’s my girl,” he said. 

You smiled moving to the side and letting him in. He put the flowers on the table before taking your hand and pulling you into his arms. “I’ve missed you,” he groaned. 

“I’ve missed you too,” you smiled wrapping your arms around his neck. 

“I only have a few weeks of promo once the album is out and then I’ll be all yours for a few more weeks before I have to worry with Dunkirk,” he smiled. 

“Hmm… And what will I do with you having all that time on our hands?” You smirked. 

“I can think of a few things that I’d love for you to do with me,” he joked. 

You laughed. “Anyway, dinner is almost ready. You can sit on the couch if you’d like. The remote to the tele is on the table and I can bring you some wine if you’d like?” 

“I’ll just grab some water,” he smiled. “Do you need any help?” 

“Nope, I’ve got everything,” you said. 

He nodded and grabbed some water before leaning against the counter. “So, how was your day?” He asked. 

“It was okay, Jess came over for lunch and we talked about you,” you laughed. 

“Let me guess, you told her how amazing I was and that your boyfriend is a sex god?” He joked. 

“Oh, yes, word for word,” you giggled. 

“I knew it,” he laughed. 

“She does want to know if you have any single friends,” you laughed. 

“A few,” he said. “Should we set up a double date soon?” 

“We could, but for now, let’s just focus on a date between us,” you smiled. 

After dinner, you and Harry made your way over to your living room. You had put on some music and you sat next to him with your legs on his lap and your head on his shoulder. Harry kissed your head and ran his hands up your legs. 

“How’s the job hunting go?” He asked. 

“It’s not,” you sighed. “I’ve been looking all day, but nothing.” 

“Have you thought about starting your own website and just posting things that you want to post about?” He asked. “I know it’s not really a paycheck sort of thing, but it might help with finding something.” 

“I have thought about it actually,” you said. 

“Then you should do it,” he smiled. “And I really think you should maybe have lunch with sister and she can help you.” 

“I know you’ve mentioned it before, but do you really think she’d help me?” You asked. 

“Yes, you’re my girlfriend,” he smiled. 

“I don’t want her to help me just because I’m your girlfriend though,” you said. 

“Well, I mean it wouldn’t be just because of that, but part of the reason,” he said. “Besides she’s been hounding me to meet you already.” 

“Are we to that step yet?” You asked. 

“I’m fine with it, but I want to make sure you are too,” he said. “Because if you meet my sister just so you know Mum will also want to meet you.” 

You nodded. “I’m okay with it if you’re okay with it,” you smiled. “But I think we’ve had enough talking…” you smirked putting your cup of tea on the table and then turning around to straddle him. 

“More than enough,” he smirked putting his hands on your hips. 

You smiled leaning down to kiss him. You two started off with little pecks and smiles before taking it a little further. Your hands were in his hair while his were running up and down your back as he deepened the kiss. 

He pulled away from your lips and made his way down your neck. You tilted your head to the side and felt his hands inching up under the hem of your blouse. 

You smirked pulling away from him and putting your hands up in the air. With a smirk on his lips, he pulled off your top and ran his hands over the newly naked skin. 

“God, you’re so hot,” he mumbled taking your head in his hands and kissing you deeply again. 

While you were still kissing him, you started to pull on his t-shirt, but his arms were in the way. You groaned and pulled away. 

“Sorry, love,” he laughed removing his hands from your face and letting you take off his shirt. 

You threw the black cotton fabric to the floor and ran your hands over his chest and wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “As much as I love this couch, it’s not exactly the best place to continue this, so we should probably head to my bedroom,” you smirked. 

“Don’t mind if we do,” he smirked standing up and throwing you over his shoulder before practically running to your room. 


The next morning, you wake up to Harry bringing in a tray of food to your room. You laughed sitting up and wrapping the bed sheet around your naked body. 

“What’s this?” You asked. 

“Just wanted to do something nice for my beautiful girlfriend so I thought I make us some breakfast in bed. I’ve got veggie omelets, toast, fruit and some juice,” he said. 

You smiled sitting up against the headboard. Harry sat next to you and you both got your plate and started eating. 

“Oh, yeah, you definitely get the boyfriend of the year award for this,” you joked. 

He laughed. “I’m glad you think so,” he smiled. 

“So, do you anything to do today?” You asked. 

“I do actually,” he said. “I’ve got the music video shoot today.” 

“Oh, wow,” you said. “That’s great.” 

“Yeah. We’re filming it in Scotland,” he said. 

“That’s amazing. I love it there,” you smiled. 

“Do you want to come with me?” He asked. “We’re just going up for the day.” 

“Are you sure you want me to be there?” You asked. “I mean I don’t want to be in the way.” 

“Baby, you wouldn’t be in the way,” he smiled. 

“Well, okay, but only because I just want to go to Scotland,” you joked. 

“Rude!” He said dramatically. “I’m quite hurt, baby.” 

“You’ll live,” you giggled. 

He laughed and grabbed a strawberry off your plate. 

“Hey!” You whined. “That’s mine!” 

“You’ll live,” he mocked. 

“You’re such an ass,” you laughed. 

“What was that? You love my ass?” He smirked. 

You rolled your eyes. “I’m going to take a shower,” you said getting up from the bed and wrapping the sheets around you. 

“No, come back,” he whined reaching for you. “We still have a bit before we have to be at the airport.” 

“I need to get ready,” you laughed. 

“So, come back here,” he whined pulling on the sheet. “And why are you covering yourself up, there’s no need for that.” 

“Maybe I like a little modesty every now and again,” you said. 

“There was no modesty last night when you were riding my-” he smirked. 

“Do not finish that sentence,” you said putting your hand over his mouth. 

He laughed behind your hand before you removed it from his face. You were close enough now that he was able to wrap his arms around you and pull you back onto the bed. 

“We can cuddle for another half hour and then we can start getting ready,” he nodded wrapping his arms around you. 

You laughed when his hands found their way to cupping your chest under the sheet and you rolled your eyes. “Cuddling huh?” You said. 

“Yes, cuddling,” he smirked kissing your shoulders. 

You shook your head knowing that this kind of cuddling was for sure going to lead somewhere else and the two of you would more than likely be late to the airport. 

And late you were. 

For the Love of Harry, Chapter Six

“It was lunch at a local cafe, Harry,” you said, shaking your head and ignoring his irrationality. “Kari and I decided to go have some lunch together today to get out of the office for a while. It was nothing.”

“How is it nothing when photos are circulating of you again?” he asked, irritated.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you said, sarcastically. “I guess I didn’t get the memo that I was no longer allowed to walk three blocks away from my work to have lunch with my best friend.”

“How will I ever make you understand?!” he growled, tugging at his hair in frustration.

“Why is it my fault that some person took my photo while I was at a local cafe?” you asked, looking at him confused. “I did nothing wrong, and I don’t recall doing anything that would have embarrassed you, so why are you so upset?”

“I don’t like photos of you being plastered all over social media!” he roared.

You looked at him frustratingly. “So you are saying you want me to stay at home unless I’m at work, and while I’m at work I’m not allowed to leave, and I have to go straight to and from each.”

“No,” he groaned. “That’s not what I’m saying, love.”

“Harry,” you said as you looked directly at him and sighed. “You worry too much. I can’t be kept inside like a caged animal. You wouldn’t like that either. I know sometimes you’ve had to do that because of who you are. But, I’m nobody. I know people still associate me with you, even though we’ve kept our life together secret, for the most part. What circulates in social media and such, it’s all speculative. Your fans and the media, they have their theories, but that’s all they have right now.”

“I don’t like God-knows-who having access to you,” he insisted. “It makes me nervous.”

You looked at him questioningly, knowing there had to be more to this than he was saying.

“Why?” you looked at him. “What do you know that I don’t?”

He stuttered slightly. “Nothing. Sweetheart, please understand how unsettling it is for me to go onto my social media and find I’ve been tagged in thousands of copies of photos of you out somewhere, with no protection, no security to keep you safe.”

“Harry, nobody wants me except you,” you grinned at him slightly. “They want you, not me. Is that what this is about?” He looked at you with furrowed brow. “You know how the paps and fans are with you, and you don’t want them to be that way with me?”

“Well,” he frowned, “yes, I suppose, partly.”

“They aren’t that way with me,” you insisted. “I swear. We walked the three blocks to the cafe, had lunch and a nice visit, and walked back, without one person stopping us, talking to us, asking us questions, and the only person who apparently took photos, we were oblivious to. They didn’t approach us. It was completely safe.”

“Until it’s not,” he said, whining. “You don’t use social media anymore so you don’t see the horrible comments people make about you. Babe, some of them are really terrible, and it makes me worry more for you.”

You inhaled and exhaled audibly. “Harry,” you walked to him and held his hands. “I love that you worry about me. And I hate that you worry about me. I worry about you, too, like, all the time. You are in a much bigger spotlight than I am. And until we are made public, that spotlight on me shouldn’t grow. The only time I’ve ever had problems, I’ve told you about, and it’s usually when there has been some new kind of false rumor circulate, and the second the rumor is squashed, the cockroaches scatter again and nobody bothers me. And as far as the comments, I would have to care about their opinion for it to bother me. I’m sorry they bother you so much.”

He pulled you against him and kissed your lips softly. “I just worry about you. I never want anything to happen to you. In my perfect, ideal world, I would have you with me all the time…work, traveling, everything. You would quit your job so you could be wherever I am. And I know that isn’t realistic, at least not yet.”

“I love that you want me with you. But I think you’re right. It isn’t really realistic at this point, and it would definitely out us to the world,” you said, leaning your head against his chest.

“I know. I’m sorry,” he apologized, tightening his hug around you.

You looked at him, trying to assure him. “I promise you, I am always careful. I stopped taking the tube for you, using a cab or driver like you requested. I don’t go for runs anymore because you are worried for my safety. And where I used to go shopping in the little shops in town all the time, I rarely do anymore, because it makes you nervous.”

“I sound like a tyrant, don’t I?” he sulked, frowning while rubbing his hands up and down your back.

You nodded teasingly, crinkling your nose at him. “Yes.” You smiled as he chuckled. “I understand why you feel the way you do. But I need my freedom to go and do when I want to sometimes, too. You understand that, don’t you?” you asked calmly.

He hugged you tightly again, kissing your head. “I do. I just need you safe.”

“And I am safe,” you replied, squeezing his middle tightly.


You were excited for a girl’s night! It had been a long time since you and Kari had had an evening of girl time together, and Harry being out of town made it the perfect time for a sleepover. You were thankful that your best friend and your boyfriend liked each other. Kari had never been to the home you shared with Harry, so it would be fun.

At the sound of the security gate buzzer, you let the private car through. Harry had insisted you use one of his drivers, making Kari scream with excitement when you told her. As you saw it stop at the end of the walkway, you opened the door and quickly ran out to greet her. Squealing like school girls, you shared a hug, thanked the driver, and returned to the house to give Kari a tour.

“Never thought I’d experience this kind of life. This is amazing!” she exclaimed, still looking around. “A girl could get used to this!”

“It’s a nice home, yeah,” you said, smiling. “I’d love Harry even if he didn’t have a nickel to his name, but it’s a nice perk.”

“Your nice perk is my wet dream, love,” she sighed. “But I’ll happily enjoy your nice perk anytime you’d like some company.”

Hearing a video call sound on your opened laptop, you ran to it happily to talk to Harry. Having texted that he would be calling, you prepared ahead. In only a moment, you saw Harry’s face light up your screen.

“There’s my beautiful love!” Harry smiled, blowing you a kiss. “How are you, baby?”

“I’m fine! How are you? Missing me yet?” you smiled and giggled.

“I am, yes, and I’m fine, only missing you as well!” he replied. “Has Kari arrived yet?”

“I’m here!” Kari chimed in, jumping in front of the computer screen. “Just enjoying the facilities. What a home you have here, love!”

“Like it?” he smiled. “I’m glad you beauties are getting some proper girl time while I’m away.”

“How is your work?” you asked him. “Everything going okay?”

“Yeah, it’s fine,” he said, nodding. “Should be home in a few days. Everything good there?”

“Everything’s fine here,” you smiled. “Just missing you.”

He put his hand over his heart and closed his eyes, grinning. “Missing you terribly, sweetheart. Now I’ll let you girls get back to your evening. I just wanted to call and see your face.”

“So sweet to me,” you swooned. “Going to be a night of wine, fingernail polish, and swapping sex stories.” You smiled as his eyes get huge.

“You what now?” he asked, his dimples denting in deeply as he smiled and chuckled.

“Nothing!” you laughed. “Thank you for calling me.”

“Of course, love,” he said, blowing you a kiss. “I’ll call you again tomorrow. Enjoy your evening, babe. I love you.”

“I love you, too,” you said as you blew a kiss in return.

“I love you, too!” Kari yelled as you both laughed.

You disconnected the call, closing the laptop then worked on dinner.

“Think you’ve found a right good one in him, lovey. He’s definitely a keeper,” she smiled at you. “Not just because he’s well-off and hotter than shit on a shingle. But you can tell he really loves you. And I’ve never seen you so in love.”

You smiled. “I agree, but in all honesty, the only other man you have ever seen me with was Alex.”

“Uuunnhhh!!!” she groaned loudly. “He who must not be named! Evil!”

You giggled and nodded your head. “Can’t say I don’t agree with that, either.”

“Have you seen him since the day he hit you?” she questioned.

“No, and I hope I never do again,” you said bluntly. “Bastard.”

“Like to punch him myself,” Kari said, balling up her fist. “Was lucky enough to have you, then to do what he did. Not a lick o’ smart in that boy, I’d say.”

“Unfortunately, he is smart,” you replied. “But at least he’s left me alone since that day. Besides, if he hadn’t done what he did, and things hadn’t happened as they did, maybe I wouldn’t be with Harry now, and that kind of makes me sad to think about. So I have no regrets.”

The two of you had a great evening, watching chick flicks, doing each others hair and makeup and nails, and talking about things you only talked about with your best girlfriend. When you woke up the next morning, you rubbed your slightly sore head and your blurry eyes, and heard snoring from the other side of the bed. You didn’t think you drank that much wine the night before, but your head was telling you differently.

You looked over at Kari and giggled, one of her legs topping your own as the rest of her was stretched out across the bed, mouth opened wide and a prominent noise escaping her face with each inhalation. You let her sleep as you got up and slipped into a bikini and went out for a morning swim. The water felt amazing as you floated and propelled your body mindlessly. You loved the silence that early in the morning. Besides an occasional bird singing, it was usually quiet for your morning swims.

After a bit longer in the pool, you decided you should make sure Kari was awake and ready when her driver arrived. You climbed out of the pool, grabbing your towel and drying, then jumped as you heard a voice behind you.

“Hot babe!” Kari yelled followed by a wolf whistle. “You are one sexy bitch!”

You looked at her, shaking your head and smiling. “Scared the shit out of me, Kar!”

“Completely jealous of Harry, love,” she admitted. “I’d kill to have your body. I’m more straight up and down short of my tits being nice. But you, damn. Curves in all the right places. Harry’s one lucky man!”

“Stop it!” you laughed. As you finished drying, you looked at Kari and saw her looking toward the security gate with a concerned look.

“I swear someone was just looking in through the gate!” she yelled.

You looked more intensely then grabbed her hand and walked back toward the door into the house. “Come on.” You went inside, locking the door behind you and going to make sure the security system was set. You checked the surveillance looking around the gate area but didn’t see anyone. “Well, if there was someone, they aren’t there now.”

“That’s scary, love,” she said, the look of fear in her eyes. “Loads of people who would love to get in here and nick somethin’, I’m sure. Or hope to get to Harry.”

You shook your head. “His security system is incredible, and all I have to do is push that red button and apparently what will seem like an entire SWAT team will suddenly descend from the heavens or something. I feel safe here.”

The security gate buzzed loudly, causing you both to jump and scream, then look at each other and laugh nervously. You looked into the screen and saw the driver was there to pick up your friend.

“Shit, haven’t packed yet,” she said. “Tell him I’ll just be a moment, love?”

You nodded as she ran around collecting all of her things, as you let the driver in. Soon your friend had left and you were once again alone in the big house. You showered and dressed, did a few things around the house, and searched for something else to pass the time, when you heard the buzzer again. You didn’t recognize the vehicle, pushing the button to speak into the microphone.

“May I help you?” you asked.

“Yes, miss,” the driver replied. “Floral delivery for this address.” You weren’t sure what to do, not knowing how to handle such situations. It was rare that someone would arrive at the house who wasn’t expected.

“Um…” you hesitated. “Do you have identification so I know what business you are from, please?”

“Yes,” the driver said, pulling out a name badge and holding it up to the monitor. “My name is Collins. Feel free to call the flower shop and verify if you would like. I understand.”

You started to but realized it seemed legitimate. He wouldn’t tell you to call if it wasn’t, right? You pushed the button, allowing the car inside, and quickly pulled a t-shirt from the laundry over your swimsuit, walking out to meet the car. The driver stepped out of the delivery van, opening a door and closing again, then walked toward you with a large, beautiful floral arrangement.

“It’s very beautiful!” the driver said to you.

“It sure is!” you said, awestruck from the flowers. You couldn’t wait to go inside and text Harry a big thank you, knowing he was the only one who ever sent you flowers, and nobody else knew you lived there. You passed the driver a tip, thanked him, and watched as he pulled back out of the driveway, resetting the security as you closed the door behind you. You sat the flowers on the island and grabbed your phone, texting Harry.

The flowers are GORGEOUS!!! Thank you, sweetheart! I love you!

You sat your phone down again and moved the flowers to the center of the table and took a photo of them. You heard your phone ring, seeing it was Harry, and answered it.

“Hi! They’re beautiful, Harry! Thank you so much!” you praised.

“Love,” he started but you interrupted.

“Wait, I’ll send you a photo of them,” you said.

“Sweetheart? Listen to me,” he said.

“Okay?” you giggled, still looking at your flowers.

“I didn’t send you any flowers,” he said. Your smile slowly disappearing as you processed it. “Hello?”

“Yeah,” you said. “I’m here. If you didn’t send them, who did?”

“Is there a card?” he asked. You can hear the seriousness in his voice. “Look.”

You looked through the arrangement but saw nothing. “No,” you answered. “I don’t see a card.”

You heard him clear his voice. “Okay,” he instructed. “Who delivered them? What shop?”

You thought a moment then answered. “Over In The Garden Floral Shop. The delivery person said his name was Collins. The shop name was on the side of the car, Harry, and I asked to see his ID in the monitor before I opened the gate.”

“Alright,” he said. “Alright. I’m going to call them and see if I can find out who ordered and paid for them.”

“Maybe…,” you offered. “Maybe someone sent them to you. He just said it was for this address, not a specific person. And you’re the only person besides your family and Kari who knows I live here. It must be for you.”

“I’ll see what I can find out,” he answered. “Babe, I don’t want you letting anyone else through the gate. And if you need to go somewhere, tell me and I’ll have a bodyguard stay with you.”

“Harry…” you began to protest.

“Just indulge me here, love,” he begged. “I’m 10 hours away by air from where you are and fighting my urge to jump on a plane. I’ll call you after I talk to the floral shop.”

“Okay,” you gave in.

“I love you, babe,” Harry told you, his voice tender and sweet.

“I love you, too.”

After talking to Harry a short time later, you found he was unable to find out who sent the flowers, that the purchase was made online and paid for using an untraceable method. You assured Harry that you were fine and the only plan you had for leaving was to go to work on Monday. You were unnerved a bit by the incident, but you felt safe, so you weren’t terribly concerned. But your thoughts changed slightly as a noise woke you from your sleep Sunday night.

You laid in the bed before sitting straight up out of your sleep. You tried to determine if you actually heard something or dreamed it, but when you heard it again, your heart began to race. You listened carefully, grabbing your phone from its charger and quietly but quickly making your way to the washroom, locking the door. You listened quietly and soon heard footsteps in the bedroom. Your shaking hands stumbled on your phone as you began to call the police, but heard a familiar voice.

“Baby?” you heard Harry say. The door handle rattled above your head as you tried to get to your feet and open the door. “It’s me, sweetheart. Open the door.”

You opened the door and quickly rapped your arms around Harry’s neck. He felt you trembling and breathing rapidly in his ear.

“I’m sorry I frightened you, love,” Harry said into your ear, holding you tightly. “Couldn’t wait any longer to be home with you. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you said, relieved but not letting him go. “I’m just happy you’re home!”

You held onto him for a long moment until he finally found your mouth, kissing you deeply. You breathed him in, the realization of how much you missed him setting in.


“Mmm,” you heard Harry moan lightly as he kissed you, not wanting to leave you to work for the day. He had insisted on dropping you at work ‘just for the extra bit of time with you’. “If I’m going to be late tonight, I’ll have a driver waiting for you at 5.” You nodded as he kissed you again, holding your face to his.

You both jumped as you heard someone tapping loudly at your car window. You saw it was Kari, making a face at you and Harry laughed. You opened the door, kissed Harry again quickly, then stepped out onto the sidewalk.

“How are you this morning, Kari?” Harry asked her.

“Rather be sleeping, if I’m honest, but doing well,” she smiled. “How was your trip, love?”

“Fine, but happy to be back,” Harry said, looking at you.

Kari nodded. “What’d you find out on those flowers? Have anything to do with the guy at the gate?”

Harry’s smile turned down quickly as he looked at you then back at Kari. “What guy at the gate?” You didn’t answer quickly enough for him. “Babe, what guy at the gate?”

“I went out for a swim Saturday morning while Kari was sleeping, and when she came out, she thought she saw a man standing at the gate, looking in,” you said, shaking you head.

“Thought?” Kari asked, sounding offended but not. “I’ll have you know, I know what I saw. Bloke in black standing at the gate, peering through like a right creeper.”

Harry looked at you, irritated you hadn’t mentioned it.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you defended yourself. “I didn’t see him myself, and when I checked the surveillance there was nobody there. I honestly didn’t think about it again.”

You could see the pensive and unhappy look on Harry’s face as he reached for your hand.

“I’ll pick you up at 5,” he said, changing his mind. “If you want lunch out, call and I’ll come get you girls.”

“Harry, I’ll be fine…” you began.

“Please, don’t,” he said. “Indulge me, remember?”

You nodded, leaning in for one more kiss, then closed the door and walked with Kari to the building, looking back and returning the wave Harry was sending you.

“Sorry, love,” Kari said, once you were through the front doors. “Didn’t realize mentioning it would turn him into a guard dog. Was just curious.”

“No worries,” you said, forcing a smile. “I honestly did forget about it, but not sure I would have mentioned it to him anyway. As much as I love his need to protect me, I don’t want him to become obsessive with it. He’s a busy man. Doesn’t need to be worrying about me, too.”

“That’s his job as your boyfriend, babe,” she reminded you. “Let him obsess if he wants to! You’re a precious commodity to him. Don’t take that away from him.” You shook your head, irritated that your best friend was siding with your boyfriend over you. “Don’t be that way, lovey. Men need to be that way with their woman. Let him!”

You thought about what Kari said and realized maybe it was what Harry needed, to know he could keep you safe. You were just not yet used to having someone take care of you. You had been independent and on your own for a lot of years, and to let someone else have control of that…you would do your best to not complain and to let him do things his way. You were still kind of a stranger to this new way of living…more in the public eye, needing security, being linked to a celebrity. You trusted Harry to know what was best, you just hoped your independent spirit and personality would follow along.

At 5 o’clock you made your way down to the front of the building and saw Harry sitting across the road, a grin on his face and hand waving to you. You smiled and waved in return, kissing your friends cheek and saying goodbye, then quickly crossing the road to get inside the car. You closed your door and turned to Harry, seeing him leaning to you with his lips in an exaggerated pucker, waiting to be kissed. You giggled and kissed him sweetly.

“How was your day?” you asked him.

“Fine…better now,” he flirted. “Yours?”

“Typical day, really,” you returned. “Missed you.” He leaned in and kissed you again, then you blinked as you both heard the sound of a camera clicking, flashing through the windscreen of the car, a pap taking photo after photo of the two of you.

“Shit,” Harry said, irritated, putting the car into drive and immediately taking off down the street. He looked at you and the shock on your face. “Guess we’ve been discovered this time, haven’t we?”

“Looks that way,” you said, trying to read how he felt about that. The look on his face seemed to be a bit timid and nervous until you were well on the road back to the house. You felt his hand grab yours and squeeze, looking at him and seeing a forced smile. 

“Get ready. Things are going to change now.”

The second you were in the house, Harry went to his office and made phone calls, warning his PR team and management about what happened. You left him to it, knowing he wasn’t happy but that the two of you really had nobody to blame but yourselves this time. After a bit Harry walked into the room as you sat on a barstool, looking online. You quickly turned off your screen and sat it down, grinning at him. Harry kissed you lightly, holding your hand and sitting on the stool next to yours.

“Already online, aren’t they?” he asked, hesitantly. You just grinned slightly at him but he knew. “Fuck, I’m sorry, love. I hate that your privacy is going to be virtually gone now. I know what’s going to happen and…”

“Hey,” you interrupted. “No more, alright? It happened, nobody’s fault besides the stupid pap that should have minded his own business and gotten a better job.” You smiled at him and he tried to smile but he knew you had no real concept of the changes that would happen now. “We should be lucky that it didn’t happen sooner. We’ve been together quite some time now, you know.”

“Yeah,” he grinned, holding your hands in his. “Still, we need to discuss how things will need to be different now. I’m afraid life as you knew it before is gone now.”

You took a deep breath and exhaled. “Well, as apocalyptic as that sounds, I’m a strong woman, I think. Pretty sure I can handle it.” You smiled as he returnd the smile and kissed you lovingly.


Harry’s warnings about how life would change for you now were highly understated. Paps were in abundance and Harry’s fans took photos of you everywhere you were seen. You were pretty good at ignoring unless they were right in your face. Now that you had been outed to the public, the positive side was that Harry was okay now with the two of you being seen in public to an extent. ‘It’s out there now, might as well go with it a bit’, he stated to you one night. Although he wasn’t really able to take you to and from work now, as fans would wait for him to show up, you did occasionally go somewhere together…a little shop one of you had wanted to visit, or you tagged along with him on certain occasions of his work. A photo of Harry holding your hand as you walked down a sidewalk, or his hand at your waist and laughing with you as you walked into a building, that was gold for paps and fans. You were excited to finally be able to attend his concerts and appearances when possible, although Harry, still being incredibly overprotective, requested that you not be out among the people.

As the popularity of your relationship with Harry grew in the media realm, you found it more and more difficult to do simple things. As you went to a local market one day, only a few blocks from where you lived to get a couple of things needed for dinner, you walked out to cameras flashing and paps in your face asking you questions. It was only a few blocks from home so you hadn’t bothered with bringing a driver or security, but the paps were like vultures and followed you nearly the entire way, unable to cross at a certain point or endure legal action. Within 10 minutes, you were listening to Harry argue into your ear over the phone the importance of having security at all times.

“Are you listening to me, love? This is important!” he nearly yelled.

“Yes, Harry!” you replied. “I always listen to you. It was a few blocks for a handful of items. I honestly didn’t think anyone would even notice. I’m sorry!”

“Sweetheart,” he insisted. “Somebody will always notice! We’ve been over and over this! Please, just…use your head!”

You weren’t sure if it was the words or the tone of his voice that made it hurt your feelings a bit, but it shut you up.

“Are you still there?” he asked after you’d said nothing.

“Yes,” you simply replied.

“I love you, babe. I’ll be home in a bit,” he said sweetly but sternly.

“Bye,” you replied, not realizing you hadn’t told him you loved him back. You stood in the kitchen for a long moment, just leaning back against the counter, listening to the stillness of the house with only appliances humming and your heart beating lightly in your ears. The quiet was soothing to you, meditative even.

You put the food away for the time being and decided to take a swim. It always relaxed you and helped clear your mind. You liked the rhythmic sounds of the water in and out of your ears, how your body glided through the ripples and small waves your movements made. Your mind became transfixed on shutting out the world for a while, until your eyes caught a glimpse of something and you stopped, seeing a person standing in front of you. You nearly swallowed water as you were caught off guard, wiping the pool water from your eyes, then saw Harry standing in front of you, kneeling down at the edge of the pool.

“Hello, love,” he said with a smile. “Having a nice swim?”

You saw the loving look on his face and smiled gently, nodding at him. “Yeah.” Harry held his hand to you to help you climb up out of the pool. You stood next to him, looking at him, still a bit irritated, but knowing he probably didn’t mean it the way it sounded. “I didn’t realize you would be home this early. I’ve not started dinner.”

“It’s fine,” he smiled. “Managed to get away a bit early. I’ll help with dinner.”

You nodded and started to turn and walk away, but he pulled you into his arms and held you.

“Harry, you’re going to get all wet,” you admonished.

“I don’t care,” he said. “Waited all day to hold you. If it gets me a little wet, then so be it.” You heard him chuckle a bit. “Besides, you kind of like me wet, don’t you?” You looked at his face and saw a smirk then giggled.

“Yeah, I kind of do,” you agreed. Just as Harry let go of you, you quickly pushed him into the pool. He erupted from the surface with a look of surprise on his face. “You’re right. Kind of like you wet.”

“You’re going to pay for that one,” he laughed.

“Sorry,” you said, smirking. “Must have not have been using my head again.”

You grabbed your towel and started drying a bit as he pulled himself out of the water and walked to you with an apologetic look on his face.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he said, placing a gentle kiss on your lips. “I didn’t mean for it to sound so…mean. I know you use your head, it’s just…”

“It’s okay,” you said, shaking your head, then kissing his cheek. “Not a big deal. I’m over it.” You started to turn again but he didn’t let you walk away, putting his arm around your waist. “Really. It’s alright…”

You couldn’t finish your words before Harry’s mouth was on yours, kissing you passionately, holding you closely. You melted into him quickly, tasting the lips and tongue you have come to love kissing so much. You felt Harry’s hands pulling your hips against him and felt him getting hard against your stomach. A slight lick to your lips and nibble to your jaw had you moaning lightly as Harry spoke softly into your ear.

“Come with me.”

He took your hand, leading you into the house, walking to the sofa and stripping off his wet clothes. As he lowered his pants to the floor, he sat, pushing his wet hair out of his face. He pulled you in front of him, pulling your bikini bottoms down without hesitation. Without warning he kissed your little clit, causing you to catch your breath, sucking it into his mouth swiftly. He moaned at the taste of you, as if you were his favorite dessert he hadn’t had in ages. You weren’t sure what had suddenly gotten into him, but you were loving it. He massaged your hips, pulling you down onto his lap and hastily removing your bikini top. He had a look of desperation on his face which you found almost exciting. Feeling him pull and nip at each breast had your pussy tingling. He moaned as he devoured your nipples, kissing and licking around them then inhaling them into his mouth, sucking them as if he was nursing.

You felt Harry’s hand between your legs, stroking your lips. “So wet already, baby. Beautiful.” You leaned down and kissed him with a powerful lust. You and Harry had an amazing sex life, so how was it that he continued to turn you on so madly and so quickly? You thought it was because he made you feel desired, which you didn’t remember ever feeling with a man before. His fingers dipped inside of you as you groaned into his mouth. He pulled away slightly and looked to the side of the sofa, moving the two of you to the corner and lowering himself down, resting his head in the crevice.

“Up here now,” he said as he tapped his hands on the arm and top of the sofa on either side of his head. Dear God…he wanted you to ride his face. You moved one shin to the arm of the sofa and the other to the sofa top, just next to where his head was resting, and sat yourself in front of his face. You whimpered loudly, grabbing on to the back of the sofa, as you immediately felt Harry’s mouth sucking your lips, pulling them lightly into his mouth, then dipping his tongue as deeply inside of you as it would reach. He fucked the muscle in and out of you mercilessly, before teasing your asshole with the tip of it.

“Oh my god!” you whined loudly. You felt him pulling your pussy into his face, his hands on your ass, as his mouth explored you. Little flicks of his tongue over and over against your clit made you nearly sob. You looked down at him and saw his eyes focused on you, then closing again to concentrate on pleasuring you. You felt the thick, lazy swipe of his tongue along the length of your slit, sucking in your clit as he reached it and popping it out again, then beginning the ritual again. You bounced your ass gently toward his face, pulling his hair with one hand while holding your balance with the other. You felt his loud moan vibrate against you as you churned lightly against his face, hearing the smacking of his mouth on you as he muttered to himself.

“How do you….” he started, consuming you again, “…fuckin’ taste so fuckin’ good?”

You weren’t sure how much longer you could hold that position, seeing stars as you rocked your body lightly into his face, constantly catching yourself holding your breath for nearly too long between gasps. You knew your legs would hold out, but you were nearly feeling faint from the level of enjoyment he was giving you.

“Har-ry…” you managed between a deep exhale and quick inhale. He heard your throat stutter, knowing you were close.

“Come sit on me, love,” he ordered. “Get on me.” He helped you move your legs down as you leaned down and kissed his damp face, tasting your juices on him, but he was hungry for you. He held his hard cock, pumping it slightly. You saw the pre-cum seep out of his little slit and quickly moved your body to lick your tongue across it. You heard Harry groan gutturally, then pulled your face back to his, kissing you forcefully. “Get on me,” he repeated.

You straddled his cock as he held it between your legs, rubbing it back and forth along your hot wetness. As you sat slowly down on him, allowing him to feel every inch as you swallowed him, you heard him breathe in deeply, his eyes closed tightly, jaw clinched. You peppered his face with your soft lips until he was pulling you into another deep, forceful kiss. You pulled away and looked at him, his gaze burning a hole through you.

“I love you,” he said, through ragged breaths.

“I love you,” you repeated back to him. You laced your hands into his hair and kissed his temple, whispering into his ear. “I love you so much.”

You began to grind against him, feeling he was not going to take long, his stiff cock rubbing inside you just right, causing your muscles to contract slightly. His hands worked up and down your back and hips, kneading and twisting into your skin as his breathing became almost unbearable to listen to. His hands clung firmly onto your ass and began roughly lifting and pulling you down onto him as deeply as you would go, his hips thrusting upward to meet you. Your mouth rested against his cheek as your own breathing became staggered into prolonged inhales and quick exhales before sucking in again. Harry slammed up into you, your bodies making loud, wet slapping noises as they collided. You felt yourself begin to clamp onto his dick as you moaned and quaked. Harry thrusted roughly as all the air he had stored in his lungs escaped loudly, his pumping dick spurting streams of cum deeply inside of you as he moaned loudly against you with the release. His hands and arms still clung to you tightly as his body began to relax. You felt his lips on your neck, kissing your collarbone then moving steadily up to find your jaw. He pulled your lips to his and kissed you intensely, tasting you, leaving little kisses around your face, then another sweet one on your lips. He looked at you and smiled, dimples popping again as he hugged you against his chest.


As soon as you finished work, you rejoiced that it was the weekend. Harry had already said that he would be working late in the studio that night, so a couple of drinks with the best friend was in order. After realizing he wasn’t going to talk you out of going to a bar, and knowing you needed time with your friend and time away from home and work, he deserted his request for you to invite Kari to the house, if you agreed to having a driver and bodyguard nearby.

I promise you won’t even know he’s there unless he needs to be’, he said, so you sighed and agreed.

As the two of you walked outside of your office building, you and Kari got into the private car Harry had sent, and drove to a nearby pub that was the perfect ‘hiding place’ away from paparazzi. There were a few around the entrance of the building all the time, as some A-listers dropped in fairly regularly, but they didn’t bother you much after seeing the guard with you. You had to admit, you were thankful for Harry’s insistence. Getting around anymore had become barely worth the trouble. And your guard was nice, and enormous, so you weren’t too concerned about being harassed.

“So, darlin’,” Kari said as the two of you found a private table in the back, far away from the large front windows of the small pub. “What’s happenin’ with you? Seems we never have as much time together anymore outside of work, with my new girl and your rocker boy toy.”

“Yes! How is the new girlfriend? And when do I meet her?” you asked, excitedly.

“She’s not in London at the moment,” Kari smiled, “but she’ll be back next week and she’s stoppin’ by the office one day to take me to lunch, so I’ll introduce you then. Just don’t be too jealous that someone else is gettin’ what you didn’t want.” She looked at you with a turned up nose. “Oh, who am I kiddin’? I’d give it to you anytime you wanted it anyway, whether I was with someone or not. You’re my girl!”

You hugged her and thanked the bar maid for your drinks, then took a sip. Kari would always be good for your ego, and she was the best friend you could ever ask for.

“You didn’t answer m’question,” she reminded.

“Oh, what’s happening with me?” you repeated back to her from earlier, and she nodded. “Honestly, not much. Harry’s been in the studio a lot lately, so haven’t really seen him as much. And he stays nervous about my safety, which I understand but I don’t…doesn’t matter. But that explains why I have Hoke and Magic Mike now,” you said, pointing toward the security guard, referencing him and your driver.

“Yes, he’s huge, isn’t he?” Kari observed, looking the guard up and down from where he was standing. “Nice ass for a guy.” She looked twice. “Shit, nice ass for a girl!”

You giggled and the two of you enjoyed your time, knocking back drink after drink as you caught up. After polishing off the last of the beer sitting on the table, you started to stand before abruptly losing your balance and landing back in the seat of your chair. Your guard caught your arm as you and Kari both laughed. You were going to be feeling the alcohol by morning in a much less fun way than you were at the moment. As you tried standing again, the guard once again grabbed your arm and you looked at him strangely.

“I’m alright, Beefcake,” you said with a smile. “Stand down. I’ll make it.”

The guard grinned at you, shaking his head, staying close by just in case. You walked haphazardly to the car as the driver opened the door and you and Kari fell inside, laughing. In that moment, in the floor of the car with your best friend laughing on top of you, you couldn’t deny you were unequivocally drunk. The two of you laughed uncontrollably, gasping for air, as Magic Mike helped you both up into the seat of the car.

You loved your best friend. You laughed and talked together as the car dropped Kari off at her apartment, then drove the distance to return you back home. As you sat in the car, you thought of how much fun you had with her and giggled, leaning your head back and closing your eyes.

“Love?” Harry leaned into the car, shaking you after the car stopped in the drive awhile later. Harry looked at the driver when you didn’t respond, sound asleep lying in the seat of the car.

The guard smiled. “They had a lot to drink, but they had a good time.”

Harry smiled, leaning in again and caressing your face. “Babe?”

You didn’t so much as twitch before Harry pulled you toward him and gathered you up into his arms, thanking the driver and guard, and carrying you into the house. He looked into the unconscious bliss on your face, smiled, and kissed your forehead. Walking up the stairs with you in his arms, he laid you on the foot of the bed, looking at you again and smiling. As he pulled back the covers on your side, he saw you moving around.

“So you are alive?” he giggled. “Glad to see that.”

You looked around, trying to figure out where the voice was coming from then your eyes rested on Harry’s face.

“You’re so cute,” you said, slurring your words slightly, your eyes only slits between your lashes. “I thought you were working late.”

“It is late, baby,” he said, walking back around to where you lay. “You were just later than I was.”

“Mmm,” you said as your eyes beginning to close again.

“Let’s get you undressed so you can sleep comfortably, love,” he said, grabbing each of your hands and pulling you up so that you were sitting on the edge of the bed. “Up with your arms now.” Confusion filled your face as you looked at him. “Lift your arms up, sweetheart,” he laughed. Harry had always found you lovely, but he had a soft, special place for you when you were drunk. He loved taking care of you.

You felt him lift your arms above your head, pulling the dress you were wearing up and off of your body, as you quickly slid to the floor between his feet. You heard him laughing as you looked up at him surprised. He bent down in front of you, still laughing, and kissed you sweetly.

“My angel,” he said endearingly. “I surely do love you, even drunk off your ass.”

You looked at him. “Who’s drunk?”

He laughed again, then put his arms under your pits, lifting you back up onto the bed. “Babe, you are no doubt going to feel this in the morning, but you are adorable right now.”

“I’m always fuckin’ adorable,” you said, blinking slowly as he chuckled at you again.

“You are, yes,” he said, as he unhooked and removed your bra and turned you to lay on your pillow, covering you with the sheet and blanket. You felt one of his hands rest on your hip while the other pushed hair from your face and caressed you, kissing soft, sweet kisses to your lips. “Sleep well, kitten.”

“Mmm,” you managed before your eyes fell shut.


Someone must have bashed your head in with a crowbar. Possibly even ran over your head with a car. Nothing else could possibly be causing this horrible, monstrous pain that was gnashing away at your brain. The thundering that had taken over your hearing was like being at the loudest metal concert, your seat being directly in front of one of the house-sized speakers. You rubbed your head, then your senses switched, as you smelled something coming from the kitchen. Your thoughts couldn’t focus enough to know what it was, but the growling of your stomach from no food since yesterday’s lunch overpowered your desire to stay in bed for the rest of your life.

You looked to your side and saw Harry was already awake somewhere, and slowly sat up, waiting for the room to stop spinning. You were fortunate that drinking didn’t often make you vomit, but sometimes you wished it did, because surely you would feel better then.

You walked into the bathroom, not well but you managed, and relieved your bladder, feeling about 10 pounds lighter after. You slowly but eventually made your way through the doorway of the bedroom and looked down from the top of the stairs. As you clutched the railing in your hand, you were amazed your feet found each step without problem. About halfway down you could see into the kitchen. Harry was standing at the island, his hair in utter disarray, tattoos displayed beautifully in only his unders, and singing lightly to music playing. He began to cut into the fresh fruit again but looked toward the steps, seeing you appear. He smiled and quickly walked to the steps, taking your hand until you reached the floor.

“Good morning, my love,” he said, as you clutched your head.

“Good morning,” you said quietly.

“Head hurt?” he purposely asked too loudly as you retreated like a scared animal away from him, giving him a ‘go to hell’ look that made him laugh. You felt his arms wrap around you from behind, a sweet kiss landing on your cheek as he held you closely. “That was mean, I’m sorry.”

“Payback’s a bitch, mister,” you said, leaning back against him, enjoying the feel of him holding you. For a long moment he held you, freckling light pecks from his lips onto your skin.

“I made us something to eat,” he finally said, his arm around your waist, leading you to sit at the island. “Your stomach okay after last night?”

“Yeah, I’m starving actually,” you said, rubbing your face with your hands. “Kari and I never did eat last night so I’ve had no food since lunch yesterday.”

“Well, that would explain why the liquor hit you harder, I suppose,” he grinned, grabbing a small cup and passing it to you. “Here, babe, drink this.”

Without thinking, assuming it was a bit of fruit juice maybe, you swallowed the cold liquid in like a shot and gulped, sputtering and choking in its wake. “What the hell?” you gagged as he smirked at you.

“Dill pickle juice,” he said. “Good for a hangover.” He handed you another drink and you looked at it skeptically, making him chuckle. “Just juice, babe. Here’s some pain killers for your head.” He handed them to you and you took them, welcoming some relief from your pain.

Later after you both ate, Harry told you to get your shower while he cleaned up the mess. When you came back downstairs, feeling some better, you heard him shouting from his office. You could tell he was speaking with someone on his phone. You stopped on the bottom step and couldn’t help but hear what he was saying.

“I don’t care! It’s nobody’s business!” you heard him yell into the phone. “If she wants to go to a pub and get drunk with her best friend, it’s her right to do it! I’m not going to tell her she can’t!” Realizing he was upset about something because of your night out with Kari made you sad. “Clean it up! That’s your job, isn’t it?” you heard him say. You felt terrible that once again you felt like you were letting him down, doing things that reflected badly on him. “Nothing we can do about that, now is there! We’ll deal with it like we deal with anything else, and in time, it will be forgotten.”

You heard him say something more softly that you couldn’t hear, then closed your eyes, frustrated at yourself. You’d never been the type of person to put on airs. You are who you are, no apologies, but things were different now. You had someone else to think of. What you do is a reflection on him now.

You saw him walk out of his office and look at you, standing on the bottom step with a sad look covering your face. He grinned slightly and walked to you. The step off the ground made you almost eye-to-eye with him.

“What did I do now?” you said sorrowfully.

“Nothing,” he said, grinning at you and pulling you against him. “You’ve done nothing wrong. Just nosey people making others lives more difficult. Nothing for you to worry about.”

“I’m sorry,” you said, frowning. “I feel like I can’t do anything without it getting you in trouble with someone.”

He saw the honest sadness in your eyes.

“You haven’t gotten me into trouble with anyone, sweetheart. I promise,” he said, smiling then kissing your lips. “It’s just a little hiccup, happens too often in my world, but I’m used to it, so I don’t want you to worry or feel bad about it, okay?” You looked at him unwaveringly. “I mean it. I don’t want you sad about this. It’s nothing.”

He held you a moment longer then insisted the two of you have a swim to try and relax. It helped, but you couldn’t seem to shake this time how it affected you, putting lots of thoughts into your mind you hadn’t considered before. But, not wanting Harry to worry that you were so upset about it, you seemed to cover well enough, you thought.

The following day Harry asked you if you would like to run some errands with him, but not really being in the mood, you decided to stay home. Reluctantly he left, but within half an hour, he returned, looking concerned and timid.

“Hey,” you said as he walked in. “Did you forget something?”

“No,” he simply said, setting his keys down and walking to the window, looking out over the front of the property.

“Something wrong?” you asked, apprehensively.

“I don’t know yet,” he answered honestly, looking back at you. “I got a phone call not long after I left, from the same floral shop as before, saying they had a large delivery and wanted to make sure someone was here to receive it. I had given them my number in case they found out anything from last time.”

“Maybe it’s nothing, Harry,” you said. “Maybe just from someone you work with or do business with.”

“Maybe,” he said, sighing. “But I want to be here for the delivery.”

After a few more minutes, you saw him walk to the security system on the wall, opening the gate, then promptly walking out to meet the delivery van. You watched from the house as he talked to the man, asking him questions, then walking to opened doors and looking inside for several minutes. You couldn’t hear what they were saying, but you could see from the look on Harry’s face, and how he kept running his fingers through his hair, that he wasn’t happy. In another moment you saw him shake the man’s hand, then turned to walk inside the house. You noticed the little flower shop van driving back out of the driveway as Harry walked in the door, you looking at Harry questionably. He closed the door behind him and walked to where you were.

“So?” you asked.

“No cards, no names, privately ordered and paid for,” he stated, his jaw tightening.

“So again, no idea who they were from or who they are for,” you replied with him nodding. “Why would someone send an arrangement of flowers and not mention who it’s for and who it’s from? That makes no sense.”

“Oh, it wasn’t just an arrangement, love,” he answered boldly. “There were over a dozen. All with no information. I asked the delivery man to take them all to the children’s hospital for the patients.”

You exhaled sharply, completely confused as to why it was happening.

“I need to go make a phone call, okay?” he said, kissing you gently then walking back into his office and closing the door.

You sat on the sofa, thinking about the situation, but couldn’t wrap your head around it. You assumed it may be an obsessive fan, afraid to leave their information, and left it at that.


The following week was a long one. Harry asked his legal team to look into the situation to see if they could find out anything he couldn’t, plus he still had work keeping him busy, so you weren’t getting much time with him, but you understood. You were proud of him and his work so you would never complain about him spending a lot of time at it.

As you finished your work day, you walked to Kari’s desk but didn’t see her anywhere. You looked at the cubicle next to hers and talked to the person sitting there.

“Excuse me?” you said, as she looked at you. “Rachel, is it? Do you now if Kari is still here?”

She smiled at you. “I’m sorry, Kari went home early. Something about her girlfriend coming back today, I think.”

You nodded and grinned. “Completely forgot about that. Thanks anyway. Have a good evening!”

You took the lift down and walked through the front doors. You felt a chill in the air and realized that time of year was coming again soon. You walked to a car parked at the curb with a driver smiling at you.

“Hello,” you greeted the man, seeing it was a different car and driver. “Are you here for me?”

“Yes, miss,” he said, opening the door. “I was asked to pick you up tonight. Your regular car and driver were unavailable.”

“Oh,” you smiled. “Okay, thank you.”

He opened the door for you as you stepped inside. You breathed loudly through your mouth, blubbering your lips, tired and ready to relax. You hoped Harry wouldn’t work too late. You would love to sit and snuggle with him until you sleep.


As he turned his keys in the lock, Harry walked into the house. It was quiet so Harry didn’t call for you, assuming you had already gone to bed. Setting his keys on the table next to the door, he walked into the kitchen for a bottle of water. He looked in the fridge to see if anything sounded good to eat before going to sleep, then decided he was too tired and closed the door. As he began to walk up the stairs, his eyes happened to glance to the spot where you always sat your briefcase for work. He noticed it wasn’t there and looked around, but didn’t see it. Maybe you had some work to do before bed, he thought.

Harry walked to the bedroom door, opening it quietly in case you were sleeping, then closing it just as quietly behind him. He glanced to the bed as his grin quickly became a frown. It was still untouched from when you made it this morning.

“Love?” he called out to you then quietly stopped to listen. “Sweetheart, where are you?” He walked to the bathroom door and looked into the dark room, flipping on the light and seeing no sign of you having been there since morning. He quickly opened the bedroom door again and ran through, shouting your name as he looked around the large house. “Baby, answer me! Where are you?”

His heart began to race, knowing you would be home by now, or would have texted him to let him know differently. His mind raced nervously as he thought what he should do. He grabbed his phone and tried calling your number with no answer.

“Baby, I just got home and you’re not here. I’m worried. Please call me as soon as you get this and I’ll come get you. I love you!” Harry disconnected from your voicemail and looked at his phone, nerves shaking him to the core. He tried another number.

“Yes, is this Henry?” Harry asked the driver he had hired to get you. “Hi, it’s Harry. What time did you pick her up tonight? I can’t….what?” Harry swallowed hard. “No, I didn’t have someone call you, cancelling. Someone called you and said I cancelled her ride?” Harry listened to the man and closed his eyes in disbelief. “Thank you.” 

He disconnected the call, his hands shaking as he listened to the quiet of the house. He looked at his phone again, trying your number but hearing it go to voicemail again. He disconnected the call, making a different one. With a wavering voice, Harry spoke into his phone with a tightened throat.

“I need you to come to the house. Something’s happened.”


Chapter six in the books! I hope you all like it. Not sure how many chapters will be in this story. It kind of plays out as I write it, so when it sounds like a good place to end it, I will, unless you seem to become bored with it before then. I have issues with stories becoming too unrealistic. I like them to be as believable as possible, including the conflict. But I also know, as a writer, that this can be boring to the reader. So I will continue doing my best to keep you interested!

My continued writing completely depends on all of you! As long as it seems you are enjoying my stories, via your likes, reblogs, and comments, I will keep writing and posting them for you. So please, if you like them, let me know and feel free to share them and my Masterlist!

Thank you to all of you who have said nice things and continue to encourage my efforts. You are loved!



My dear friends and followers, I am back. About a month ago my mother passed away, so I went on a hiatus to attend the funeral overseas and give myself some private time to grieve.

As you may recall, in S3E5 Death and Hysteria, Dr. Samuels told Aunt Prudence that “Grief is not a simple thing”, which I found to be true. For the most part, I was coping well since my mother had battled illnesses for several months, and we were all mentally prepared for her passing. However, there were still moments when I was filled with sadness and disbelief that she was actually gone. Even though I didn’t feel as inconsolable about my mother as Aunt P did Arthur, the song “There’s a Long, Long Trail A-Winding” still proved to be therapeutic when I listened to it.

During my hiatus, I purposefully stayed away from any social media and must admit that it felt quite liberating. Without the pressure of having to prepare the draft for my blog while keeping up with everyone else’s posts every day, there was more free time for me to catch up on books on my reading list, watch the shows/movies that had been neglected in my queue for ages, or simply be lazy and play games on my iPad. I relished the freedom so much and was contemplating whether to return at all. At the end, my love for MFMM and my fellow fans won out, so here I am.

Last but not least, I would like to express my most sincere gratitude toward everyone who had left me notes or sent me private messages. Due to the sheer volume, I probably won’t be able to respond to each of you individually. Please know that your kindness and thoughts provided much comfort to me and my family, and I really appreciate it.

Tomorrow I will resume regular posting. Hope to see you here.

(Posted 20-Nov-2017)

Sunday afternoon study session.

For all my followers heading back to school this week or next:
-Your studies are a high priority this year but YOU are what comes first.
-Get up early and EAT BREAKFAST
-Stop at a reasonable time at night and spend a little while unwinding- read a children’s book or colour in or listen to a podcast but for goodness sake STAY AWAY FROM YOUR SCREENS
-Remember social media is largely a lie
-Take a mental health day if you need to, if you had a vomiting bug you’d call in sick, your anxiety/depression/agoraphobia etc should be treated no differently.

Study love!

anonymous asked:

Hey! Can you please help me out? I have got a prob. Whenever i sit for studying i feel pretty enthusiastic and energetic about studying. But after studying even for 15 mins or so i feel tired and have no mood for studying. I actually lose my concentration. I think, " I've studied for 15 w h o l e minutes, so let's take a break and hit the phones" I have tried meditating but that didn't helped me out. I'm pretty frustrated... P l e a s e h e l p m e

- How to study for longer without getting distracted?

First of all: remove all distractions. Your phone? Turn it off and put it in a place as far away from you as possible, in another room or somewhere you can’t see it. The saying “out of sight, out of mind” really works, I promise you! Also, if you don’t need your laptop/PC to get your work done, I suggest turning it off as well, but if you do need it, you can always look for apps that block access to websites for a certain amount of time, which helps you stay away from social media while working!

Another helpful thing is writing down a to-do list and make it as detailed as you can. If you feel kinda lost and not sure of what exactly you’re supposed to be doing, you’ll probably get distracted and unmotivated. So the to-do list serves as a guide and also a source of motivation, because as you tick down the things you’ve already done it will keep pushing you forwards as you see how much you’ve progressed. Avoid writing down things such as “revise chemistry” and instead, write a detailed version of it such as “revise chemistry: chapters 7-9 + exercises from page xx” for example, because this way you’ll know exactly when you have done enough to wrap up for the day.

My last tip is having a study schedule. With it, you can schedule the hours you’re supposed to be working and your free time, so you can give your best during those working hours because you know that once they’re over you’ll have the time to do whatever you want. I personally like having my revision sessions during the day and then relaxing at night, but of course that’s your choice!

So, there you go! I’m sorry for the slightly late reply hehe :’) I actually have the same problem most of the time, but these things really helped me improve, and I hope they can help you as well! xx

Color Me Blue - Rap Monster/Kim NamJoon

Originally posted by ksjknj

Summary: It’s a simple fight due to lack of love, and he’s willing to fix it.

Genre: Angsty and fluffy at the end

Warning: None really

A/N:  I honestly don’t know why I titled it this, and this might be shit. Enjoy. The first request is now taken care of today! Sorry, I know that smut was supposed to be in here, but I can’t write smut for my life, at least not yet. I hope you like this though! I don’t know if I love it honestly speaking. It’s my first BTS scenario though! My inbox is always open and loves being filled with messages!

~ Brooklyn


People have described your relationship with Kim NamJoon as the colors red and blue together. They’re beautiful opposites; ones a warm color, the other cool. One color is bold, drawing everybody’s attention. The other color is calm, loved by those who notice it. You were blue, cool and calm. NamJoon was red, warm and bold. He’s the eye catcher, not that it’s surprising, he is an idol after all. The idol life isn’t always comforting though. The fans, although they love, can be so hurtful. He knew it could be hard on you, but he didn’t realize how hard it could be.

Two weeks ago NamJoon let the cat out of the bag about your relationship. Honestly, you thought that you were ready for the response, but you weren’t. His fans came at you with no regrets. Twitter, Instagram, YouTube comments, hell people even sent you letters. You knew to stay away from social media for a while. Only text your family and your close friends, and the boys of course. It still wasn’t exactly easy for you, all the threats to your life causing your mental health taking a toll on you.

To make matters worse, comeback season came. He was always at the studio, always with the boys. Always making the fans love him, but hate you more. You knew you shouldn’t care about what the fans think about your life. What you don’t know is how NamJoon sees you. He hasn’t been there for you in a good few months, not that you completely blame him, it’s his job. It wasn’t the first time he’s had a comeback while in his relationship with you. You knew how to take care of yourself with him gone, but this year’s comeback took its toll on you.

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anonymous asked:

Tips for staying away from social media?

I’m assuming this is for when you are trying to study and are avoiding social media because it is making you procrastinate!

One easy thing you could do is leave all your electronics (phone, laptop, etc) in another room while you study. That way, it is far away and you can’t easily access it. I usually can’t do this because I need my phone or laptop to message people or look thing up when I don’t understand something.

There are some apps you can download on your phone, some of my favourites are:

1. FocusTimer: This is my favourite app to use! It does cost $2.99, but I think it’s worth it. The best thing about this app is that there is no set time. Most apps are Pomodoro Timer styled where you study for a set amount of time and then take a short break. With this app, you just place your phone on the table and it will start timing how long you study.

2. Forest: Another really cool app! It costs $2.79. I love the whole idea of the app and how if you save up a certain amount of coins, you can plant a tree in real life!

Some other popular apps are: Focus Keeper and Tide. I’ve never tried them before though!

Some extensions that you can add to your browser are Forest (you can blacklist certain websites for a set period of time), and SelfControl which follows the same concept.

I hope this helps :-)

How I prepare for exams

Disclaimer: I am not an expert on this topic ans I’m aware that I do some “bad” things while studying, but I just want to keep this real and explain to you how I really prepare for exams without sugar-coating it. Hashtag relatable :D

Firstly, I’d like to tell you a little backstory so you can see where I’m coming from. I am a senior right now, that means an incredible amount of tests and exams that are coming my way since last year. I will talk about this in depth in a post about German education system, but as a fact: throughout the last 2 years of school we have to write exams in each subject every semester (sometimes even 2/semester). I started my last semester after Christmas break and I have exactly 12 exams to pass before I will take my A-levels in April. So 12 exams in 8 weeks (I don’t count winter break in February), that makes an average of 2 exams a week. 

This right here was an explanation of the thing I will say now: I prepare for the coming exam on the day before. Ok, now you can start judging me. I know that this isn’t exactly what you are supposed to do, but I find it impossible to start earlier because I constantly have to pass exams on different subjects (not to mention at least 2 tests for every subject in every semester). I’ve been doing this for years now and it works out just fine for me, but you have to decide what is best for you.

Ok, so lets get into it!

Step 1: Preparing flashcards

This is always the first thing I do. I don’t really have a fancy technique on how to write flashcards. I basically transfer my notes onto them, while I try to condense the information I have as much as possible (and maybe paraphrase it). An example of my flashcards is in this post where I showed my preparation for tomorrows Physics exam.

If I am super motivated and have enough time (or if there is way too much information to learn) I’d start with this step on the weekend before the exam. Usually, this process takes around 2-3 hours.

Step 2: Memorizing 

Well, this is the most important part - to actually memorize the information you need. This is where all the studying methods start to make sense. Personally, I learn quickest while reading/writing and doing. At this step I will review my flashcards and sometimes even rewrite the information on them over and over again on another sheet of paper (without worrying about how pretty it looks) until I remember every fact.  This can take any amount of time - from 30 minutes up to 3 hours. Depending on the subject, the amount of information and my (dis)ability to stay away from social media while studying :D

Step 3: Read about the topic

After I take a longer break from studying I come back to it and read about the topic in my textbook. We don’t really use them in class, they are just additional resource for studying at home. So I already have most of the information about the topic from my notes I took in class, but it’s always good to take a look into the textbook. Most of the times there is additional information that can turn my A into an A+ or help me see the connection between facts and subtopics. 

Step 4: Practice

Ideally, you should practice everything you learned before. Answer possible exam questions or solve some example problems (in Maths or Physics). I’ll admit that I often skip that part, because I’m either too lazy or find the topic easy enough to have confidence in my abilities to solve the problems in the exam without having to practice it.

Step 5: Check formulary (optional)

I don’t know if this is just a German thing, but in scientific subjects we are allowed to use a formulary (Tafelwerk) in exams. This is a book where you can find all the basic formulas you need. It is so so so so handy omg I don’t know what I would do without this. You don’t have to memorize all the stupid formulas if you are able to modify and combine the ones in this book.

So before the exam I always check on which page the formulas I need are. This saves me lots of time during the exam, because I don’t have to search for anything. 

Step 6: Review topic

On the day I have to take the exam there are usually a couple of students that either didn’t study or didn’t understand something. So when my friends ask me, I try to explain it to them as much as I can. It really helps to get your thoughts together and paraphrase the information in the easiest way possible. I will also ask questions if I got something wrong and often my classmates explain the topic better than the teacher :) We just know how to phrase things right in order to make them understandable for students. 

Right before the exam I look over my flashcards. It isn’t really productive but it helps to get into the topic and boost self-esteem.  

That’s pretty much it :) Feel free to ask if you have any questions!

anonymous asked:

I’m worried abt Shadowhunters. It’s been so quiet n with such a long hiatus, fans might lose interest. I’m dying for content. It feels like w/o Harry, everything’s just under wraps. But he’s not as active n has other projects n the rest of the cast almost stay away from social media. Fandom finds drama weekly n don’t participate in promoting SH but the promo team doesn’t seem to do it either. There’s only Matt n Isaiah left for Tuesday takeovers n is it going to be silence again? : (

God, I know, Anon. My dash is so fucking dead and all is so damn quiet, I hate it. The only one who is slightly delivering is Harry and even he is not going rogue as usual. Ugh!

But the thing is, while we are all starved and thirsty for new content, and April is definitely too far away, I think the main problem here is, realistically speaking, that they all fed us so well in the past. Like, there was always some new content with the takeovers or Todd going wild on twitter and all that jazz. While I, personally, appreciated that, there was a point where it was just too much and they spilled it all. So I get that they are trying to keep this season under wraps before we all figure it out. Even though my inner fangirl is ugly sobbing because… “GIVE ME SOME NEW CONTENT GODDAMMIT!”

That being said, let’s not forget that when you look at other shows they barely give away anything for the new seasons. Most shows end in May and return in September/October. So that makes ~4-5 months hiatus. That’s usual. And the fans from those shows aren’t treated as well as we did in the past. Yes, we have to wait for 8 fucking months, I know, but I am just saying, we are too spoiled. And that’s why this hiatus is now hell again. Because lbr, we pretty much know nothing!

Though, while I hate this hiatus now so damn much and wish for April to be here like yesterday, I personally think the worst part rn is not the waiting that is killing me. It’s the fucking tweets from writers over at twitter with tweets like “oh we are shooting a scene that is so emotional. sorry, can’t tell. but it is great. spoiler spoiler spoiler.” Not to be whiny here but… can you just fucking shut up??? That’s not even a teaser so why are you like this? How about you keep quiet? Because I, at least, am at a point where I am so damn annoyed with them constantly bragging about it. Because what are you trying to tell me? That I have to wait till fucking April? I know that, thank you. So I rather wait for another 5 months without this BS, than you being all “oh look at me look at me, I know more than you do” thank you very much. 😩😩😩

hey so uh….. i haven’t been doing well. i’m going through a hard time, there’s a lot going wrong and i think i need some time to be by myself and get away from social media for a while, so i decided to take the weekend off and focus on calming down and getting better. so uh expect very (very) few posts from me until like. Monday. thank u babes and i love y'all ❤🤘

hey pals. quick update: im taking some time away from tumblr for a while due to mental health reasons/meds so there won’t be a nights update for a while. im going to delete my app and blacklist tumblr/all social media until i feel able enough to be present. i’m also going to be clearing out my following list so if i unfollow you then send me an ask and i’ll follow back. small things have been triggering me lately even if it has no relation to my mental health. 

thank you for understanding. 

inner demons (jackson scenarios)

leylinsworld asked: Can I request a Jackson angsty fluff? 😜😜 Thankieeesss~

thank you to my girl lisa for asking for this request. it is slightly longer than usual cause i got a little carried away. hope you enjoy and dont be shy to request anything from scenarios to reactions. 

Originally posted by got7jacksonwang

pairing: jacksonxreader

genre: angsty fluff (suggestive smut at the end.)

You knew that dating an idol wouldn’t be easy, especially with all the fans he had, so you knew to stay away from social media, knowing how bad it could get. But you were only human and you would eventually end up reading comments of fans that were very vocal about what they wished to do to your boyfriend. Those comments you could usually handle, having been in their shoes before. The ones that really got you were the thousands comments of fans of the fans shipping him with so many different gorgeous women. Idols, actresses, models. Those comments were still stuck in your brain, creating insecurities, which is why you were so distracted while on your date with Jackson.

“Jagi, are you even listening to me.” He tried to get your attention, waving his hand in front of your face.

You snapped out of your thoughts and focused on your boyfriend sitting in front of you.

“Seriously if I thought you would zone out that much, I would’ve went on a date with Mark instead.” He commented, trying to light up the mood.

“I’m sorry, I guess I’m just a little tired.” You came up with the most common excuse, giving him a smile.

You wouldn’t usually let this affect you, but your insecurities kept growing. Something about seeing so many convinced that he looked better with some idol, someone that was not only gorgeous, but also talented and that was in the same field as him bugged you. There were also pictures with those comments of Jackson with various different idols, and as the pictures are replaying in your mind, you couldn’t help but think they were right.

“Ok seriously, what’s wrong?” He asked you, not believing your excuse one bit.

“Nothing’s wrong.” You replied, that answer becoming a reflex these past days.

“_______ you barely touched your food.” He pointed out.

“I’m not that hungry.” You replied not missing a beat.
Before he could retort however, you heard someone shouting his name. Hani from Exid was making her way towards your table. Of course Hani was one of the many idols that was shipped with Jackson. Just my luck, you thought.

“Hey, Jackson what are you doing here?” Hani asked him, with a bright smile.

“Just having lunch with friend.” He replied casually.

You knew he didn’t mean anything by it. Heck you were the one who wanted to keep the relationship a secret for so long. But for some reason hearing him say that to Hani made you feel hurt and all the insecurities came flowing back. Jackson and Hani seemed to be absorbed into their conversation; they seem to have completely forgotten about you. The more you sat there watching them have the time of their life the more upset you got. You started to believe that maybe he did fit with Hani better. You couldn’t stay there anymore, so you quietly slipped out, thinking that nobody would miss you if you left.

You were already half way down the block, when you heard your name being called. You turned around and saw Jackson trying to catch up to you. You ignored him and kept walking. Suddenly he grabbed your arm and brought you to a halt.

“Why did you leave so suddenly?” He asked you, looking concerned.

“I just remembered I had some work to catch up on.” You replied lifelessly.

“Don’t give me that bullshit.” He cut you off.

“I didn’t want to disturb you, you seemed to be having a better time with Hani.” You replied, keeping your tone neutral.

“Is that what this is about? You’re jealous?” He questioned.

“You just seem to be very compatible with her. You actually look good together.” You answered disregarding his question.

“She is just a friend, I don’t wanna be with her, I just want you. Do you know how much it hurts me when I trust you completely and you don’t?” He argued, his tone getting louder.

“Tone it down, we are in public.” You warned him, knowing he wouldn’t want to get in the middle of a scandal. You grabbed his arm and took him to an alleyway away from the public eye. “This isn’t about trust Jackson. I trust you completely, I am not jealous of the fact that you are close with her, that is just you being friendly and I know that. I am just jealous of her. How she seems to get all your fans approval to be with you. And they are right. I mean she is gorgeous and talented, and I’m just plain. You seemed to just be so at ease with her and you can see the chemistry flowing between you two.” You let it all out feeling more and more vulnerable.

“You don’t think the chemistry is flowing between us? Are you doubting my love for you?” He asked, the hurt present in his voice.

“I was able to reach half the block before you noticed I was gone Jackson, so don’t talk to me about feeling hurt.” You replied sadly.

You didn’t give him a chance to reply and just walked away. Tears silently slid down your face, but you wiped them away quickly.

In the course of the following days you just buried yourself in schoolwork. You tried keeping yourself distracted so that your mind doesn’t wander back to the comments. Jackson did try to call and text you, but each and every time you just ignored it. You were currently in your living room, your schoolwork all caught up, so you tried staying distracted with a movie, when your phone rang.

‘Speak of the devil.’ You thought.

50 missed calls, 30 voicemails, and 150 texts. To say he was persistent would be an understatement. You ignored this call too and headed to your room. You stood in front of your full body mirror and scrutinized yourself. You always had insecurities when it came to your appearance, although you were a very beautiful women (YES YOU! YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL AND DON’T YOU LET ANYONE TELL YOU OTHERWISE! I LOVE YOU, YOU GORGEOUS CREATURE YOU!) Jackson would always reassure you that he found you beautiful. But you couldn’t help comparing yourself to the girls around you. You had many doubts and now more than ever you let those doubts eat you alive. You were consumed in your own thoughts when you suddenly heard the front door slam violently. All of a sudden Jackson was standing in front of you, an angry look plastered on his face. You forgot that he had a key to your apartment and before you could speak he cut you off.

“No! This time you are going to let me talk and you will listen. Got it?” He instructed with authority. You just nodded your head too in shock for anything else. “3 days! 3 days I have been trying to reach, and no answers do you know how worried I was! Even if you were mad at me you could’ve just sent anything just to let me know you were still alive!”

He took a deep breath and continued.

“Why didn’t you tell me that you were feeling like this? I understand your feeling insecure and I have no right to tell you how to feel, but you have no right either to diminish my feelings for you. I don’t want you saying that my love for you was some sort of mistake or that they are wrong just because some fans ship me with random women. Hundreds of women could throw themselves at me right now and I would still choose you over all of them.”

“But I…” You tried, but he cut you off.

“I am not finished! You might not be seeing what I’m seeing, but that does not mean that they are right. I love you, I only love you and I will always love you until I take my last breath. You are the most beautiful women in my eyes; you are beautiful when your eyes sparkle when you get excited. You are beautiful when you pull your tongue out in concentration. You are beautiful when you bite your lips because you are nervous. You are beautiful when you are studying; you are beautiful when you are just in your sweats with your hair in a bun in front of the TV watching your favorite show. You are beautiful when you have that one smile that lights up your whole face when you see me. You are beautiful every single time of the day. You are the most precious person to me and I will not permit anyone talking negatively about you, not even yourself. I will spend the rest of my life telling you how gorgeous you are if I have to, but I need you to be honest with me when you are feeling vulnerable like this. I wanna be there for you physically but also emotionally. I wanna be someone you can depend on and trust with all your doubts. I also need you to not look up at those comments, but if you do I want you to come straight to me, and tell me, and I will do everything in my power to make you forget about.”

You just looked at him tears streaming down your face. You were speechless and touched.

“You-you can talk…” Before he could finish his sentence you kissed him.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and molded your lips to his. Sooner then he would’ve liked you pulled away.

“What what was that for…” He asked a little stunned.

“I love you.” You simply replied, with the smile he loved so much on your face.

He grabbed you by the waist and reattached his lips to yours. You got lost in the kiss and didn’t feel him moving you. Before you knew it you were thrown on your bed with Jackson hovering over you.

“What are you doing?” You asked nervously.

“I am going to show you just how beautiful you are.” He answered, taking off his shirt.

(And the rest is left to your imagination. ☺)        

Bartender - Luke Part 2

Requested 💕💕

Thank you, my loves ❤️ and thank you to the lovely person who requested the idea in the first place!

Let me know what you think!

I still have no internet (I AM NOT COPING WELL. STUPID BT) so Part 1 link and Masterlist will be updated as soon as I can 😁


The photos were soon everywhere. From the night before and the morning after. The night before, you hadn’t even realised they had been taken. Both of you walking back to his apartment, slightly tipsy, fingers laced together, laughing hysterically at Luke tripping over his own feet. In the photos, you both look happy and carefree, like you had no idea that there was a camera watching your every move. Luke had pouted as you’d laughed at his stumble, so you had leant forward to kiss his pout away. Naturally, this was caught on camera. The media were having a field day.


“What do you mean you’re ‘sort of in a band’?!” Your voice is higher than normal.

“Okay, I am in a band” he almost mutters.

“And this band is big enough to have paparazzi outside your front door?!” Your own voice sounds too loud next to his.

“Kind of” he grimaces.

“Oh my god” you mutter, staring at the ceiling, “Luke, I need to go to wo…”

“Christ, Luke, we leave you alone for one bloody night!” An Australian accent sounds from the hallway, followed by the slam of the front door. Three boys walk into the kitchen and all of their eyes turn to you.

“I’m assuming you’re the workmates?” You quickly scowl at Luke, before turning back to them.

“I’m assuming you’re the mystery girl Luke took home last night?” A tall guy with curly blonde hair raises an eyebrow.

“Is that what they’re saying?!” Your eyes shoot back to Luke.

“I’m sorry!” He steps towards you, but you put a hand up to stop him.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were in a band?” You breathe out, trying to keep calm.

“You didn’t know who he was?” The boy with dark hair frowns at you.

“No! He’s just a guy I met in a bar!” You shout, your voice panicked, “oh god, I’m not making myself sound any better.”

“You’re alright, babe, you just chose the wrong guy” the one with obviously dyed blonde hair smiles at you.

“Hey! Shut up, Mike! No, she didn’t!” Luke scowls at him.

“I need to go” you mutter to yourself, “I need to leave and never see you again and wait for this to die down.”

“No!” Luke’s hand reaches out to you, “I want to see you again, I told you that. And you gave me your number, so you want to see me too!” He speaks quickly so you can’t interrupt him.

“That was before I knew who you were!” You run your free hand through your hair, “I still don’t bloody know who you are!”

“I’m just Luke” his voice is quiet.

“But you’re not, mate” the curly haired boy shakes his head, clearly on your side. As much as the three of them could tell Luke liked you, they knew it was a lot to ask from you, someone who clearly didn’t want to be around any fame.

“Last night in the bar, I was just me” he chews on his lip ring, “there was no pressure, I could just be me. I wasn’t the guy in 5 Seconds of Sum…”

“You’re 5 Seconds of fucking Summer?!” Your eyes move around to all of them.

“So you have heard of us?” Dark hair chuckles, “I’m Calum, by the way. That’s Ashton and Michael”

“Nice to meet you” your voice sounds anything but, “and yes, I’ve heard of you. I even like your music! That isn’t the point though.”

“This will blow over, they just like to create drama” Ashton shakes his head.

“I don’t want or need drama” your voice is quiet.

“Do you have any form of social media?” He asks. You nod.

“Maybe stay away from it for a while” Calum nods back at you.

“Trust me, I will be doing,” you sigh, “all they’ll see on my Instagram page is photos of my cat! And my tweets are so unbelievably boring, anyone searching for them will be pretty disappointed.”

“If they read Luke’s tweets, they’ll read anything” Michael laughs.

“Go on a date with me” Luke ignores Michael’s words, changing the subject.


“Please, Y/N!” His eyes plead, “just one date.”

“I…” You look to the other three for guidance.

“He’s not that bad, I promise” Michael winks.

“Please?” Luke’s thumb rubs the back of your hand. It’s as if he’s barely acknowledging they’re still in the room.

“I…you…one date, Luke” you sigh, ignoring the grin on his face.


“No one will see us” Luke notices you glancing round.

“We didn’t see anyone last time” you mumble.

“We were drunk last time” he chuckles, his fingers lacing through yours, “come on, it’s a bit of a drive.”

“Where are we driving to?” You turn to him, his fingers tapping on the steering wheel.

“I’m not telling you”

“I didn’t realise it was a surprise date” you raise an eyebrow.

“It is now” he grins at you, before turning the music up. The two of you spend the long car journey singing and dancing along. Despite barely knowing him, and him being in one of the biggest bands on the planet, you don’t feel remotely embarrassed around him. He makes you laugh, you like how he isn’t afraid to act silly around you.

“Are we nearly there yet?” You scrutinise the darkness outside the window.

“So impatient” he smirks at you, both of your minds casting back to the night you met, “we’re here now.” He pulls up in the middle of nowhere, surrounding by darkness.

“Oh my god, have you brought me here to kill me?” You look at him, as he takes your hand to pull you into an empty field, a blanket in his other hand.

“Yes, that’s why I’ve brought you here” he tries to put on a scary voice, which just makes you laugh.

“Why are we here?” You whisper.

“Just wait and see!” He laughs, “right, lie here and close your eyes” he lays the blanket on the ground and points you to it.

“This is weird” you look from the blanket to him.

“Just trust me” he shakes his head, sitting down. You lie next to him and turn your face to his, your noses almost touching, “your eyes aren’t closed.”

You huff, but close them and turn your face to the sky, “now what?”

“Open them” he whispers. You open your eyes, and it takes a minute to adjust to the lights in the sky.

“Oh my god” you breathe out. The lack of lighten surrounding the field made sense now, it meant that the stars were clearer than you’d ever seen them.

“I thought no one would find us here” he whispers, “and you said the other night that you liked stars.”

“What’s that star?” You point to a bright light ahead of you.

“That’s Aegon’s star” he says without pause.

“Isn’t he a Game of Thrones character?” You turn to him.

“Nope, it’s definitely a star” he shakes his head, “and that one there is Anakin’s belt.”

“Is it now?” you mutter, “you have no idea what they are, do you?”

“Of course I do” he scoffs, “Star Wars named him after the belt.”

“You’re an idiot”

“Don’t be mean, or I won’t point out the pan lid.” He turns to drop a kiss on the tip of your nose.

“Do you mean pan handle?”

“Nooooo, that’s a completely different thing” he rolls his eyes, “God, Y/N, I need to teach you about the proper constellations.”

“Hmmm, if you say so”

“I’m glad you said yes” he whispers, turning his face to yours. You turn to him, so your lips are almost touching.

“Stop being all cheesy” you touch your nose to his.

“Stop ruining our moments!” He laughs, closing the small gap to meet his lips to his. He moans against your mouth, his hand coming up to lace in your hair.

“This is not looking at the stars” you murmur, as he rolls so he’s now hovering above you.

“The pan lid can wait” he mutters back, his lips making their way down your throat.


Part 3? I hope you like it!!

anonymous asked:

I'm moving out of my abusive parents house and cutting all family ties in two weeks, and I'm terrified. I have a safe place to stay and a support system while I find a job once I get out, but I'm going to literally have to sneak out while they're at work, and steal my passport, SSC, and Birth certificate out of a locked safe before leaving. I'm a legal adult so they can't class me a run away, but I'm so scared they'll find me. Are there any precautions I can take to keep them from finding me?

Remake all social media accounts that have your name or any selfies attached to them. Use a made up last name on sites like Facebook. Set everything to private. Get a new phone, new number, with a new service (if you can) to make it harder for them to find you that way. Make sure that you don’t return to any of your old haunts if you can help it, find new grocery stores/gas stations/etc.

You’ll be okay. You’ve already done the heavy lifting. These things are just little polishes.

-Lou the Lobster

438. "Don't give up on us" (Requested)
  • Harry: You've done your best to stay away from social media and gossip but tonight when you were with your friends and someone flipped through the channels and stopped when they saw Harry's name, that changed. 'Harry Styles' new mystery girl.' You heard stuff like this all the time and it wouldn't have phased you if it weren't for the video. They were close, really close, whispering and giggling in some nightclub and then they walked out and he grabbed for her hand and led her into the car. You could feel all of your friends watching you, waiting for a reaction but all you could do for a while was try to blink away the tears forming in your eyes. Eventually you stood up and excused yourself to the bathroom to call Harry. The longer it took for him to answer to harder you started to cry. "Hiya babe!" His voice was sleepy. You couldn't talk, you just quietly sobbed on the other end. "Hello? Love, are you there? You okay ? Are you crying? What happened? Dammit (Y/N) answer me." The fact that he didn't know why you were upset only made you angry. "It's over. I'm done." Your voice was quiet but stern. "What? (Y/N) please. What did I do? You can't just give up on us, please talk to me."
  • Liam: It's been almost a week since you've talked to Liam. They only time you heard from his was when he texted and said 'sooo busy. call soon xx.' You really tried to be understanding but when things got like this it was hard. All you really wanted was to hear his voice but he just didn't have the time. When he finally did call you tried your best not to be angry with him but he wasn't making it easy for you. "Well hello stranger." you teased. "C'mon (Y/N) I've had a long day I don't need your shit too," he snapped at you. "Then maybe you shouldn't have called." "Maybe your right." That's what pushed you over the edge. "Well then maybe this just isn't meant to work out." You could hear him shifting in his seat. "What? That's not what I meant, I'm just crabby..." you cut him off. "I get that. And so am I but I'm not taking it out on you. I'm so done with the excuses Liam, its not fair." You didn't give yourself enough time to process what you were saying you just said it. "(Y/N)" His voice cracked, "Please don't do this. I'm so sorry, really. I'll get better I promise, just please don't give up on us."
  • Louis: It's the longest you and Louis have gone without seeing each other and it's really taken a toll on your relationship. "I miss you so much love. Just come see me." You can practically hear him pouting on the other end. "I miss you too Lou. And you know if I would if I could." But that's not good enough for him. "C'mon, I can get you the next flight out here. You'll be in my arms by morning." You didn't mean to get so angry with him, you just hate when he talks like whatever you're doing isn't nearly as important as him so you should be the one to compromise. "I have a life here Louis. School and internship, that will hopefully turn into a job, sure it's not your glamorous rockstar lifestyle but it's my life and I can't just give it up." You snapped. "I didn't say that." You could hear him getting frustrated. "But it's what you meant. It's what you always mean. I love you but I'm not going to give up my life and future and if that's what you want then this isn't going to work." You could feel the knot building inside your chest. "(Y/N) that's not-I don't-please don't say that. Don't give up on us."
  • Niall: You've been standing in front of the mirror for what seems to be hours; poking, pulling, and prodding at your curves. Whenever you're feeling down on yourself you can always find thousands of people who are more than willing to help point out your flaws. You've been so upset lately and without Niall around to pick you back up, things have gotten bad. You've hardly slept, you can't focus at work, all you could think about was how you weren't good enough for Niall and about everything you're insecure of. When the tears started streaming down your cheeks your phone rang, it was Niall of course. "Hey baby girl! I can't wait for you to come visit...." He was his happy-go-lucky self and you were miserable, he didn't deserve this. "Look Niall," you cut him off. "I think- I just can't do this anymore. It's not fair to you." you croaked. "Whaddya mean?" his voice was small and quiet. "I'm not good for you." "That's for me to decide." He sounded angry now. "Ni, please..." This time he cut you off, "No (Y/N) you can't just...just don't give up on us."
  • Zayn: You've been at each other's throats all week. All you wanted to do when you got home was relax, but Zayn made sure that wouldn't happen. You walked into your house, music blasting, people everywhere and a mixture of alcohol and smoke filled the air. You walked into the kitchen to find Zayn playing beer pong. You stood in front of him waiting for him to explain himself but he never did. "Are you fucking kidding me?" You finally blurted out just when he was throwing the tiny plastic ball, causing it to fall short. "Fuck!" He directed towards you. "What?" He stared at you blankly. You shook your head and ran to your room, you knew Zayn was behind you. You went into your closet and started to pack a bag. "What are you doing?" Zayn stepped towards you. "I'm gonna stay with my sister, clear my head." By now you were fighting back tears. "(Y/N) please. Don't leave." He reached out for you but you pulled away. "I can't keep doing this." You were almost whispering. He stepped closer to you and reached for your cheek, this time you let his fingers brush away your tears. "Please just don't give up on me, on us..."