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Right time

“Shawn, I’m stuck in the airport, the snow storm in Estonia has taken over the planes and I can’t leave. I’m sorry, baby, I truly am. I really wished to be there with you and your family,” You sighed standing in front of the display that shows depatures and arrivals of flights. “And I don’t know when they will let the planes to fly again.”

You managed to get time off from school to go to Canada to visit your boyfriend and his family.

“Please say sorry to your parents for being such a horrible girlfriend.”

Shawn frowned, “Baby, it’s not your fault. Please let me know if they’ll open the roads again.”

As he finished the sentence, a voice over the airport blasted from the speakers, saying important information.

“Shawn, I have to go now. I love you,” and you hung up as the information in your home language ends soon and you are too tired to listen to English.

The information said:

“As the snow plow machine are working on full power and the flight road is soon to be clear and open, the first flight to leave is an Air Baltic flight to Amsterdam. Please move to your gate, the number is 15. Boarding starts in 10 minutes. Please have your boarding pass and passport with you. Thank you and have a nice day!”

You felt a relief on your heart and shoulders. As you already were at the gate already, you had your ticket and passport ready with you. The ten minutes pass as an one minute, people starting to line up in the queue, you’re still sitting on the bench. You knew that you could choose a seat by yourself on the first flight so didn’t mind if you got the worse place to sit because the longest ride was still ahead and there you had an amazing and comfortable sitting place. The flight from Tallinn to Amsterdam takes about 2h 30mins, flight from Amsterdam to Toronto about 8h 25mins. You knew, most of the time you would be sleeping and before landing you would think about how you would surprise him and so on.

The flight to Amsterdam was very smooth and normal even tho it was told to be very windy above the clouds. The transfer from Amsterdam wasn’t very long so you didn’t have to worry about being late to your continuing flight. You only worried about the thing how would you go and greet your boyfriend and his family.

As you take your seat in the plane, you don’t fell asleep right away. You open the film folder where you can see Harry Potter films appearing on the screen. You choose Harry Potter & The Goblet of Fire because it reminds you the nights you have had with Shawn when he came to see you in your home country. When you feel your eyes bear from the tiredness, you close the screen and set your head aside against the plane’s wall and get some sleep.

When somebody touches your shoulder, you give the seat neighbour a sleepy glance. He only smirks and says that it’s time to eat. You yawn and massage your eyes. When the flight attendant handles your meal, your nose detects a good smell from the package. As you open the meal pack, a delicious meat/fish/any food you like screams going into your hungry tummy.

After you finish your food, you fell back asleep because you still have 4 hours to fly.

Arriving to Toronto, you take your luggage and look for the train station. You try to avoid gathered crowd because it gives you anxiety and as you pass them, you feel a huge ease and make to the exit. You manage to find the train stop and go on a brown (UP) line. You drive 3 stops and then take another, red (Lakeshort East), line which takes to Pickering. It takes about 31 min to get there. As you reach your final destination, you try to look for the Mendes’ household. The orientating isn’t your best skill, so, you ask few people where’s that address. You walk some meters and sigh from tiredness and happiness. In the first thought, you didn’t understand it how did you make it to there. You drop your luggage down and knock on the door. Your eyes start to fill with water but you wipe them away. Those teardrops weren’t meant to come but you felt so happy being behind the door.

As you were about to squat down because of tiredness, somebody unlocks the door. Karen looks at you, being in a shock.

“Oh my gosh,” she whispered, “Y/N, how–”

“Yeah, same,” I chuckle. I hug her gently and smile. “I’m very happy to see you.”

Pulling out from the hug, Karen shouts everybody to come to the front hall. I drag my heavy luggage in and close the door behind me.

Aaliyah has an awe in her face and runs to hug me tightly. “Nice to see you, Y/N!”
Manny comes next to embrace me, he seems to be very surprised as well. “I thought you couldn’t come, haha.” He said that very happily.

But Shawn wasn’t in your sight.

“Where’s Shawn?” you ask sorrowfully.

“He’s in his room,” Aaliyah answered in a hush tone. You leave your luggage at the same place as they were and rush upstairs.

You open the door quietly and see Shawn laying down on his bed, sleeping. You slink next to him where’s a free room on the bed and set down yourself. You watch the handsome, flawless boyfriend sleeping peacefully, his hands under the pillow. Drawing smoothly some shapes on his cheek, he moves and jolts as he sees you.

“Y/N!” his raspy voice fondles your ears. “What are you doing here?”

You let a giggle, pecking his lips shortly. “I don’t know, maybe you know the answer?”

He palms his eyes to wake up more, “When did you arrive?”

“Just few minutes ago.”

He cups your cheek with his large, but soft hands and kisses you passionately. “Just said you couldn’t come.”

“I know, but they made the planes to fly again. I’m so happy to see you.”

He kisses you again, “Thank you for coming here! I was literally already about coming back to Estonia. Come on, baby, get done with the school already or just leave it.”

You play with his nose with yours on it and twinkle from happiness. “I’m graduating in one year. But then university comes. How the hell I am suppose to get out from that ‘dragging the hell out of me’ house? I mean, I love to get educated but I want to be with you all the time.”

Shawn places a hair strand behind your ear and says, “You’ll come and study in Toronto. It’s a demand. No more choices. And even if the student fee is a problem, we’ll work it out.”

He places his tattooed hand under my body, leaning it into a touch with my back.

“You mean so much to me,” you say calmly. “I love you to the moon and back.”

“You know, Y/N, I love you to the way out of Milky Way and back–it’s more longer route than to the Moon.”

“You silly,” you laugh and kiss him. “you should be glad that I made it here.”

“I’m very-very glad and so freaking happy,” Shawn said, the smile didn’t appear from his gorgeous face.

8

Phone numbers on walls :: Text Message AU

I have no idea what this is..

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Another boy texts you a picture of them :: Text Message AU

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Secret Santa - Luke Hemmings [FLUFF]

12 Days of 5SOS ~ Day nine

Summary~ Getting your crush’s name in the office secret santa has you worrying over what to get him for weeks on end.

Word Count - 890

For the past week you’ve been ill, which has meant a lot of missed work time, but that’s not what bothers you, while you’ve been away you missed drawing names for Secret Santa. You always loved your floor’s office secret santa, it’s your favourite tradition, seeing the look on someone’s face when they open your present, knowing that if they tink it’s terrible they’ll probably never discover who got it, not to mention the obvious, getting a present yourself. Walking into the office you get the usual “hi”s and “glad to see you”s until you get into the elevator alone. Watching the doors shut you sigh at a moment of peace before a hectic day back. That’s when a hand grabs the elevator door and you jump as it pulls back and in walks Luke, the boy you’ve had your heart set on since you arrived at this office.

“Hey, [Y/N] good to see you back, how you feeling?” he maintains eye contact through the reflective metal elevator doors.

“Better than I did,” you manage a response.

“Well we really missed you on our floor,” he laughs. “Secret Santa is in full flow though”

“Ooh, I forgot about that,” you completely lie keeping your eyes glued to the slow changing numbers on the elevator wall.

“I suggest you go take the last name as soon as you get,” he suggests and you smile.

Just then the door opens and he practically jogs out leaving you to wander into the office. Your friend, Dani, meets you by your office space and walks you to the kitchen where she shows you a now practically empty jar sitting with ‘Secret Santa’ written in glitter glue, and in the bottom is one piece of paper folder up.

You hold your breath

Reach in.

And draw.

“Who’d you get, who’d you get?” your friend excitedly jumps like a child.

You sigh and gulp, “Luke”

You watch Dani’s face contort into joy and amusement, “You’re kidding”

“Shut up,” you whine pushing past her, “Just, don’t”

You’re unable to give your work your full attention for the duration of the day as you’re too distracted by the thought of finding something to give Luke. It has to be around $20, it has to be somewhat nice, but it can’t be obvious from you.

That day, as soon as the clock hit 5 you head out nd straight to the shops where you plan on getting something. You spend until closing time looking, that’s too personal, that’s not personal enough, this is just dumb. It’s hell, eventually, when you’ve given up on looking, you buy them all, intending on making the decision later and sending backk the rest.

“What did you need me for?” Dani sighs walking into your office.

You sigh and open your desk drawer to show all of the presents.

“What did you do?”

“I don’t know,” you reply. “I just, didn’t know what to get him!”

“Fine,” she sighs again. “I’ll help you”

She begins looking through the drawer and picks out some stuff.

“This is cute,” she picks out a tacky leather bound notebook pre-printed with Luke’s name.

“Really, I thought it was tacky,” you whine.

“Well fine… what about this,” she pulls out a simple starbucks holiday gify card.

“Too impersonal,” you sigh.

“Why’d you get this?” she pulls out a vinyl copy of ‘Take off your pants and jacket’ by Blink 182.

“No reason,” you decide to avoid the question.

“Come on this could be the one,” she fidgets.

You exhale, “Well the first time we spoke he told me it was his favourite album, we were talking about our favourite music, I told him I used to have a cassette of Fleetwood Mac which a played to it’s death”

“You’re giving him this!” she states.

“It’ll be too obvious Dani,” you sigh.

“No it won’t be, could be one of the guys at his lunch table, he’s probably had a similar conversation with them,” she retaliates.

“I don’t know,” you’re still unsure.

“Well I’ll tell you what,” she places the vinyl back down, “If you don’t give it to him then I will!”

The day of exchanging gifts arrived and you made the decision, you’d give it to him, so once you saw him leave his desk you moved in for the kill and place it on his desk along side a card. Then you escape.

“Hey, [Y/N],” you hear his voice following you as you turn back and head to your office

He’s holding the vinyl.

“Thanks for the gift!” he smiles.

“Oh, I didn’t..”

“Come on, I know it was you,” he tilts his head

You blush and shrug.

“I hope Santa brings you what you want”

Embarrassed you return to your office and there on your desk is a little box wrapped up, addressed to you from ‘Secret Santa’. And inside you find the Fleetwood Mac album Rumour, on cassette. On the back is a little note with a number and the words ‘Call me’

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AU Meme: Rapunzel meets Jack for the very first time.

↳ Jack had watched over Rapunzel since the day he witnessed Mother Gothel steal the princess away from her castle. He didn’t even mean to be there; he just wanted to see what the commotion was about the baby. He felt powerless as he watched her carry Rapunzel to the tower, as he could make no effort to help. For years, he came to visit her, with guilt heavy in his heart, the little princess with the beautiful, ever-growing hair. When days became too boring, he would bring the snow a little earlier for her to admire. When Mother Gothel was gone for too long, and her stomach growled (to which she never complained) he always made sure he left behind treats that he stole from the Easter Bunny. For Christmas and birthdays, he always left her something under her bed, a little something to make up for the lanterns she never got to see up close. Soon, he saw the little girl had grown up to become a beautiful woman, almost eighteen. He realized he smiled when she did, laughed when she did, cried when she did. He ended up spending days at a time with her in the tower, helping her any way he could, just keeping her company. It never bothered him before how she couldn’t see him. He was used to it. But year after year as he attempted to cheer her up, he was tired. He wanted her to smile at him. One night, after letting the cool wind put her to sleep, he went to the window that she always longingly gazed out of. The moon was full and bright. “Just this once,” he pleaded. “Just this once.”

Librarian - Calum Hood [FLUFF]

Not Requested

Summary~ Not sleeping for 30 hours and the stress of finals turns a stranger in the dark into a paranormal encounter.

(my gif, I actually made this one lmao)

Word Count - 826

You’ve never been one for being ahead of schedule and that certainly didn’t change when you got to college. Your Geography professor seems to have an obsession with making a students’ life a living hell, everyone else has been revising for the final for months but you, sticking to your own ways, started 3 weeks before, and now you find yourself taking advantage of the 24 hour library and sitting alone at 3am, the only light being your computer and a desk lamp. No one else uses the library this late, in fact, all the time you’ve been here you’ve never known the reason for having a 24/7 library, now you couldn’t be more thankful. Surrounding you are 5 empty coffee cups, courtesy of the over expensive coffee machine near the entrance. You’ve been doing this for over a day non-stop now and don’t intend on sleeping until tomorrow night the night before your final.

The whole time you’ve been here, as the lights have gone out and everyone has left, you’ve had your headphones secured over your ears zoned out of the world around you and zoned in on your studying. It isn’t until now that you take your headphones off for a break that you look around and see just how creepy the library is. Before you put your headphones back on you hear ruffles from the aisles of books.

“H-hello?” you call out.

There’s no response but you see a shadow from under the shelves.

“Is someone there?”

Yet again there’s no reply but a giggle that’s so high pitched it sounds like a little girl, that’s when a few books fall from the shelves and you jump.

“Seriously this isn’t funny,” you feel your heart rate rise.

More books fall and you find yourself stood up, clutching a book to your chest.

“Studying for finals is one thing but a ghost is another,” you shakily breathe.

An entire row of books then proceeds to be dramatically tipped to the floor and you shriek cowering under the table. The girlish laughter resumes but slowly fades to a more manly chuckle as you hear footsteps approaching. Filled with curiosity you take a look, only to see a tall tanned boy with tattoos poking out the sleeves of his t-shirt and glasses balanced on his nose, laughing rather loudly and clapping. 

“That wasn’t funny,” you frown, throwing your books down on the table.

“But it was,” he begins picking up the books.

“I didn’t think anyone would be here”

“So your next conclusion was ghost?” he laughs.

“Well you laugh like a girl,” you retort.

“But if I didn’t you wouldn’t have got so scared”

“Don’t you have finals to study for too?”

“No,” he answered. “I just work at the library, I couldn’t afford college”

“So you’re a librarian,” you sit back down. “That’s adorable”

“Thanks,” he sarcastically replies. “What’s your major?”

“Geography,” you tell him

“That’s cool, I’d have pegged you as an art major or something,” he finishes clearing up his mess.

You hum in annoyance trying to get back to work.

“If you need someone to help keep you awake, or quiz you I could help,” he offers. “There’s actually a map up in one of the office rooms upstairs”

You take a moment to realise he’s actually being sincere, “That’d actually be great”

“Awesome,” he beams, “Well.. follow me, or you can hold my hand,” he jokes, “I know how easily scared you are”

You playfully hit him but follow him with all your things.

“I’m Calum,” he tells you as you reach the room.

“Calum the librarian,” not got the best ring to it.

“Any normal person would have said their name,” he says.

“Any normal person would have gone to bed a long time ago”

He laughs and stands at the front pulling down a map and standing at the front. He picks up a baton and begins pointing at the map, muttering some jibberish.

“Seriously,” he says once you’ve both finished laughing at him, “What do you want me to do?”

You pass him some flash cards and allow him to start quizzing you.

He happily obliges and soon it’s 6am and you’re yawning uncontrollably though having a ball with Calum.

“I’ll go get us some coffee, then I might actually have to get going, you stay here”

He skips out but when he returns you are asleep on the desk.

You wake up a few hours later to your phone setting off an alarm next to you, only to see a note in front of you;

After looking through your books I found out your name is [Y/N], I put an alarm on your phone for you since I didn’t want to wake you, I also left my number in your phone in case you want me to buy you a coffee that you can be awake to drink, good luck with your finals,

~Calum xx

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AU;  part four - famous singer harry styles is rumoured to be dating song writer niall horan. it’s as far away from complicated as it gets now.

part one

part two

part three

part five

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