(It’s 7:18 in the morning, I slept for an hour. I thought listening to the album ‘Elevate’ by my favourite childhood band, Big Time Rush, would help me sleep like it used to… It didn’t work. I’ve just been singing, and now I’m listen to 'You’re not alone’ and I’ve gotten an idea for an imagine. Forget my declining mental stability from lack of sleep, this is more important.)
Saying I was sobbing into my pillow was a vast understatement at the moment. I was basically pouring my soul out, hyperventilating, sequestered in a corner with eyes so blood shot, I was partially crying due to the pain I was enduring; emotional or physical, I couldn’t tell anymore. This was a new feeling. Absolute dread, with every passing moment, I could feel my heart break from the pain my boyf… Ex-boyfriend caused me. Years of love and adoration, gone. All in a single text. The man I thought loved me to the ends of the Earth and back, didn’t even have the courage to look me in the eye as he broke my world. As he told me he found somebody else, as he told me the love he once had for me, he felt for another woman now. That it wasn’t me, that any man would be lucky to have me, and yet he just so easily dropped me out of his life. He shattered me. Simply put, there is no way I’ll ever be put back together. He was my world. And I thought I was his.
Desperate and needing a shoulder to cry on, I rang my good friend, Phil. Phil and I have been through so much together and I know his melody of positivity would cheer me up, it always does. After the first ring, he picks up.
“Hey you.” He said in his normal happy self.
I opened my mouth to speak, but upon realizing just how dry my throat was from hours of sobbing, I just began to have a coughing fit.
“Woah, take a breath there.” He laughs to himself for a moment, before taking in genuine concern, “(Y/n)? Are you okay?”
The panic raising in Phil’s voice somehow managed to break me slightly more than I already was. Why did he care, but the man I was supposed to spend the rest of my life with, didn’t? Soon enough I erupted into sobs once again.
“(Y/n)?!” Alarm set in his voice, I faintly heard shuffling, followed by a door slamming shut.
“P-Ph-Phi-l.” I managed to choke out through my sobs.
“Hey, I’ll be there in a few minutes and we can talk. Please get some water, Sweet. And breath.” He stopped talking, but kept the phone conversation active.
I shakily stood up and made my way to the kitchen. I leaned on the island, energy drained from me. It wasn’t until now that I took notice of how ragged and uneven my breathing was.
“(Y/n)!” I heard Phil’s voice, no longer on my phone, but in my house.
Once again, I opened my mouth to say something, anything, but I couldn’t.
I heard Phil’s quick steps enter and exit each room, finaly finding his way to the kitchen.
“(Y/n)?” He asked gently. Scared, I would break.
Little did he know, I was already broken.
With all the energy I had left, which was basically nothing. I looked up at him and croaked out,
“Ph-il.” I began to fall, but Phil quickly jumped over to me before I hit the floor. He was now holding me in his lap has a sobbed into what I think was his leg.
“(Y/n), Sweet, you need something to drink.” He said as he smoothed over my hair, which at this point, was sticking every which way.
Phil, slowly, careful to not move me too much, somehow managed to open my refrigerator and grab a water bottle. He held it to my lips and I gladly accepted. The water may have relieved my physical pain, but the emotional pain was still there.
“Phi-l, I. H-he…”
Phil, realizing I couldn’t speak properly, cut me off with a calming 'shhhh’, and a calming hand rubbing circles into my back.
I melted into his touch. He has always been so patient, which I imagine this whole situation is testing that patience. Soon enough I fell asleep.
I’ve known her for years. About 10 years, and I’ve never seen her so… Broken, so fragile, so beaten. The (Y/n) that I know is always happy, strong, and a fighter. So what exactly happened to her? What caused her to be like this. I want to find the cause and fix what’s wrong. I don’t like seeing her like this. Awkwardly, I shuffle myself and her to her couch, I slowly lay her down and notice her phone. That’s a start I guess.
'But Phil, you’re not really going to go through her phone are you?’
'Well, Phil, it’s the only way to figure out what’s wrong.’
'But Phil that’s not your phone.’
And before I knew it I was typing in her password. She had her texts open, so that seemed like a good place to start. Hmm, seems like Sherlock is rubbing off on me. I notice the text thread she’s on, 'Babe 💖💑.’ It didn’t take a consulting detective to see it was her boyfriend. Personally, I never liked him. He seemed to always treat (Y/n) like she was invisible. Her boyfriend should treat her like she’s the world. Like she did to him. Like I would to her.
'Stop it Phil. You know she’ll never see you in that way. It’s hopelessly unrequited love.’
But I can’t help it Phil. The way she looks at him. It’s like her world was complete. Like nothing else matters to her, only him. Her eyes instantly shine with sparkles when he enters the room. And when he looks and her, it was like she falls in love all over again. I want that. And I want that with her. But you’re right Phil, you’re always going to be the best mate.
I quickly flick through the texts, trying not to invade their privacy more than I already was. Until I realized I was on a message sent 3 months so. After mass scrolling, I reach the most recent text. It’s from him, 'Goodluck, (Y/n).’ I scroll up slightly to see a massive message from him. Above that message, there’s a couple small ones.
'What are you doing ATM?
'Nothing, I was watching a film. What’s up?’
'I need to say something.’
'Please hear me out, it’s alot.’
’(Y/n), we’ve been dating for years. You’ve been amazing. We have made so many memories together, we have done some crazy things, we have grown together, and now, I think we’ve grown apart from one another. You’re constantly worrying about your YouTube career, and I do support it, but it’s kind of annoying to always be seen as 'that girl from YouTube and her boyfriend.’ More importantly, so many people know me, and I’m just not comfortable with it. And I met someone…’
That’s where I have to stop reading. I couldn’t go on. He broke up with a girl he didn’t even deserve in the first place, via text?! The little minx, the next time I see him…
“Phil?” I look down at a no longer sleeping (Y/n). She’s rubbing her eyes and looking at me.
“Is that my phone?” She continues.
And the only response I had was a noise that was eerily similar to a toddler learning how to speak.
“So I guess you know then?” She asks.
I slowly nod, expecting a fresh batch of tears to cascade down her cheeks, but she just seems completely emotionless.
“Stupid question, but are you okay (Y/n)?” I asked sitting down next to her.
She looks at me, eyes filled with hurt. They’ve lost their sparkle.
“What’s wrong with me Philly?” She asks her voice beginning to break.
“No,” I pull her into my chest and hold her. I can feel her cry. It hurts me.
“No, don’t say that. There’s nothing wrong with you (Y/n). You’re one of, if not the most, beautiful girl on the inside and outside that I know. You have a heart that cares so much for people who don’t even deserve your care. Anybody who has you in their life should be thankful they know you. So, believe me when I say, (Y/n), it’s not your fault. It’s his loss.” I spontaneously gave her a quick peck on her head.
'Go on Phil, you basically already told her you love her. So tell her you love her in a not so friend way.’
'No, Phil. What are you thinking? She just got dumped, I don’t think she needs a friend confessing to having feels for her.’
“Hmm thanks.” She mumbled into my chest, sending chills through my body.
This is the closest we’ve ever been. Both literally and metaphorically. We’ve hugged before, we’re both huggers/cuddlers, we platonically hug and cuddle all the time, but this is notablely different. The atmosphere has changed. Could be that she’s newly single, could be that I all but told I loved her, maybe it’s the fact that the way I’m holding her could be considered very intimate… Oh my. And now I just realized how we’re laying down, sure comfortable, but very questionable. Speaking of comfortable, did I mention how comfortable this spot is. It’s so comfortab…
I groggily woke up and noticed I wasn’t in my bed. Well, I wasn’t in a bed at all, I was in my living room, on the couch, on Phil? Well, stranger things have happened. I slowly untangled myself from him and make my way to the kitchen. I’m feeling quite like cooking this morning. Phil’s over, might as well make breakfast.
About half an hour later I have a complete assortment of Breakfast foods layed out on the kitchen island. I made Phil’s favourite, American style Pancakes. Once I grabbed a tray, I stacked him some eggs, bacon, toast, pancakes (of course), and coffee. I guess this was the closest to a thank you I could manage. His words from last night are in a continual loop in my head. And over the time I had to think about those words, I accepted them to be true. I guess I was his loss.
Snapping back to reality, I picked up his tray and made my way back to the couch. He was on his phone.
“Hey.” He smiles, sitting up and setting his phone down.
“Good morning!” I say, happiness evident in my voice.
“Oooo what’s that?” He asked looking at the tray in my hand.
“Consider it a thank you for last night. You, the sweetest and amazingest best friend I could ever ask for.” I set the tray in front of him.
I saw his face drop for a second, but I passed that off as sleep, a split second laters he was a smiling lunaic again.
“Aww, you didn’t need to think me (Y/n). You’re my friend and I don’t like seeing to hurt.”
“Correction Phil, I do need to thank you. If it wasn’t for you, I’d probably still be sobbing my eyes out on that very couch.”
“I wouldn’t want that.” He put on a pouty face.
“Well, neither would I.” I said sitting by him and turing on the TV. This is what friends are for.
Little did either of us know, this wouldn’t be the first time I would call Phil sobbing. It nearly became a monthly thing. I would find somebody, think they’re the one, they would use me for popularity, then leave me. Phil was always there to make things better. Every single time, he’s become like my person Angel.
“I give up.” I say while taking another sip of whatever fruity cocktail Phil ordered for me.
“You said that last time.” He said talking a drink of his drink.
“No, but I actually mean it this time too. Relationships are overrated. I’ll buy my first dog next week. Soon enough I’ll be buried in enough dog fur, I won’t notice my loneliness.” I was half serious.
“(Y/n), no. I’m not going to let you be a crazy dog lady unless I’m drowning in dog fur with you. That sounds like Heaven.” He looked off to the distance dramatically.
“Wait yeah, that’s a good question. Why don’t you have a girlfriend Phil? You’re just about the nicest guy I know, any girl would love to date you.”
'Because the only girl I want keeps calling me her bestest, most amazingest friend. (Y/n), I love you, but you’re clueless.’
'Go on Phil, tell her. She’ll probably just think you’re drunk anyway.’
“Haha, I guess I’ve been too busy to date.” I pass off the question.
“Mmmm, you know this drink is really good. I want another.” She says, just finishing her drink.
The bartender magically heard her, and there was another drink right in front of her. And what he said next hurt me.
“Compliments of the bloke over there in the green.” He pointed to a man who looked around our age who was waving.
She waved back, doing those weird flirting fingers.
I cleared my throat.
“What?” She asked innocently, not turning away from the man, he was now gesturing for her to come to him.
“I thought you meant it this time, we were literally just planning out dog fur filled future.” I pouted, knowing that pout worked on her.
“Phil, it’s just a conversation. I’ll be back.” She smiled sweetly and was on her way to the man.
This is how it’s been with her. For months she’s gone to bars, met random people, luckily she’s never gone home with any of them. I wish she would see how this is bad for her. It was harmless at first, but at this point it’s worrying.
Soon enough she, followed by the man are out on the dance floor. Creepy as it may look, I’m watching them like a Hawk. (Y/n) has been drinking and she’s quite the lightweight, so I want to make sure she’s okay and not going to make any decisions she’s going to regret.
As if on cue, she comes up to me and is talking very quickly about going to this guy’s house. The guy is just behind her.
“Uh, I don’t think so.” I say like it’s obvious.
“Phil, I’m a full grown Woman, I can make my own decisions. I just wanted to tell you so you don’t wait all night to take me home.” She was smiling. Did she really think this was the right thing to do?
“Can you give us a moment?” I ask the guy behind her.
“He can stay if he wants.” She said grabbing his hand.
“Okay.” I took a deep breath, “He just wants you for your body.”
She looked hurt. The guy behind her was shaking his head by the time she turned around. She turned back to me, looking more hurt.
“Phil, I know you care about me, but lying is below you.” And with that she walked off hand in hand with this complete stranger.
I sighed, paying for both our drinks and decided to walk home. It wasn’t until I felt in my pocket for my phone, when I discovered (Y/n)’s phone and mine.
'Great. She doesn’t even have her phone to call if anything happens. Maybe I can still catch them before they leave.’
I ran outside and prayed that I would see them. Nope, passing couples, some single walkers, and some overly drunk couple pretty much eating one anothers’ face. I cringed and was about to turn away until I noticed, those shoes look alot like (Y/n)’s. It was dark, but I could make out the white outline. Wait, is she struggling? I pulled out one of our phones and turned the torch on to see this guy shoving his tounge down (Y/n)’s throat. She was trying to push him off, but he was resisting and holding her against the wall roughly.
“Hey!” I say loudly while pulling him off her.
“What man?” He grunted, shocked to see me. Seeing as I was very much taller than him, he was rather intimidated, but seemed to stand his ground.
(Y/n) was crying, that’s what threw me over the edge. I, not thinking I was capable of something like that, punched him straight in the nose.
I pulled her into my arms and held her, she clung to my shirt like it was her life line.
And with that we walked to my apartment. She refused to talk about what happened, and I didn’t force her. But this has to stop. I have to tell her. She needs some type of home that one of her friends loves her. Right? I’ll just tell her that one of our friends says he likes her, I won’t tell her it’s me. It’ll work out. Maybe then she’ll be better.
Once we get back to my place she immediately fell on the couch to take her shoes off.
“Okay, say it. I know you’ve been formulating some type of lecture for me on the way here. So let it out. I’m ready.” She looked at me intently.
“(Y/n), I have to tell you something. Something quite big that I’m not supposed to say, but if it’ll help… I’m going to tell you.”
She was quiet.
“One of our friends, a good friend likes you in a non-friend way.”
She looked at me as if she misheard me.
“One of our friends likes you and wants to be with you. He hates to see you like this. He wants you to be happy. He wants you to have the old sparkle you used to have in your eyes. He wants to see that sparkle every morning he wakes up. He wants to make you his world. He loves you.” I
And just like that, her sparkle was back.
(I finished this at 10:30. I’ve had no sleep, I’m sorry for possible typos/rushes/anything that is crappy. Goodnight… Morning… Whatever.)
Why did we let Big Time Rush flop???? Their first album was a bop, they released I C O N I C singles, they were funny, they had equal amounts of solos, they aren’t constantly screaming, tHERES NO DRAMA WHY DID WE LET THEM FLOP . wHY DID WE DO THIS WHAT THE FUCK
The album received mixed to positive reviews from music critics, debuting at number four on the US Billboard 200. It received Gold and Platinum Status in Mexico, Gold status in Venezuela and Colombia and Platinum status in Greece. As of 2014, it has sold more than 1 million copies worldwide. One year anniversary of the album 24/seven [11 june]
Hopefully Zayn leaving is a wake up call to management and every band out there. One Direction is overworked. They’ve had 5 world tours in 5 years and let’s not forget the XFACTOR tour or the time they opened for Big Time rush. While on tour they recorded 3 albums and they’ve released an album every year. That’s too much. I hate to make the comparison but Taylor Swift waited two years after Red came out to release 1989. These boys turned into money makers too fast and THAT caused them to change