but still nick is hot

So I noticed that I don’t have much knowledge of fighting poses, and since the topic of Jack vs Nick is still hot, why not get my lazy butt out of bed and practice. If you guys know a great source of reference, please do tell me. I want to improve so I can make a comic out of this whole Jack vs Nick thing.

When in doubt, Suplex your way out!
-Aquila Silverwings- 🦅

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“     I won’t hold back!     ”

“     That’s just what I’d want!    ”

New direction

I have updated my description and I made a promise to myself that if the allegations were true that I would drop nick like a hot potato. I still love polygon and I believe that their disassociation with nick gives confirmation to the allocations and I’m hurt and upset. I don’t want to yell at him but I’m mainly upset for the people who really looked up to nick and thought that he was a really nice dude we were all tricked and I’m so very sorry if you feel like you have to delete your blog but I do not wish to pressure you to stay. This is another very long post basically saying I’m hurt and angry but I do not wish to discuss nick any further. My deepest sympathies go out to the victims and I’m so very sorry if I ever made your struggle feel insignificant because of my initial praise of nick

You Comfort Him

I thought this preference seemed fitting with all that has been going on for us and the boys. Stay strong, loves. Xoxo

Harry:

You had just come home from the store, putting away all your groceries for the week. You hummed to yourself in the midst of the silence when you heard the door shut. You smiled and leant on the counter, just waiting for him to come into view.

Harry sauntered into the kitchen and sat down at the island. There were dark circles around his eyes. His body sagged with exhaustion. Overall, he looked tired.

“Hey, babe. How was your day?“

He sighed. “It could’ve been better.”

You watched while he fumbled with his fingers. He didn’t even look up at you since he came in. The melancholic expression plastered on his face told you that something was bothering him. And you planned to find out exactly what that was.

You swung around to the other side of the island. You wrapped your arms around his torso, laying your head upon his shoulder.

“Whatever it is…Harry, you can tell me.”

“It’s nothing you need to worry about.”

“Well, it’s something that is bothering you. And I’m interested in whatever that’s bothering you.”

Suddenly, he began to cry into the palm of his hands. He shook with each heartbreaking sob. I turned him in my arms, trying my best to console him.
“The band…everything is falling apart.”

I blinked back tears. Seeing him so upset made me upset too. I knew he had been stressed lately, but I never expected it would lead to me cradling him as he cried his heart out.

“You guys are going to work it out. I believe in you…all of you. No matter what you will still be the most important thing in some of your fan’s lives. You are going to get through this.”

He nodded in agreement. “You always know the right thing to say.”

Niall:

“Can we go now?” Niall asked for the fiftieth time since you arrived at the mall.

He seemed to be annoyed and irritated. This little ‘façade’ has been going on since he woke up this morning. It didn’t concern you deeply before because you thought it was just another grumpy day. Now, it was beginning to make you curious as to what was on his mind.

“Niall, this is only the second store we’ve been to.”

“That’s only because you were in the first store for three hours. I want to go home, Y/N.”

“What’s wrong with you?”

“Nothing. I just want to go home.”

“What’s so important at home? You promised you would take me shopping.”

“That was before,” He complained, rolling his eyes.

“Before what?”

“Before I knew what people really thought of me. Before I found out how many people hate me.”

You put the clothes back onto the clothing rack, and you turned to face him. You were utterly baffled. No one around you heard the appalling revelation, but you chose to take Niall by his hand. You led him inside the dressing room.

“Sit,” You demanded.

He sat on the small bench with a sigh. You stood before him with your hands on your hips. The rage flowing through your veins was uncontrollable.

“What the hell are you rambling on about? Who hates you?”

“I was on Twitter earlier-“

“Niall, those people aren’t real fans. They’re trolls. Do you not know how many people love and adore you? I’m one of them. I love you so much it hurts sometimes and to hear you talk like that…it makes me upset. You don’t know how loved you are.”

“It doesn’t seem that way. Everywhere I look, there’s someone who doesn’t like my hair, my accent, or my voice. It sucks.”

You kneeled down in front of him. “I love all those things about you. Your family and friends love all those things about you. It doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks because the important people love you the most.”

He smiled. “You’re right. I’m glad I have you by my side.”

“I’m happy to be right here. I never want you to feel insecure about other people’s opinions. They’re not worth it.”

“Okay. Thank you, princess.”

Liam:

“Jesus, Nick Jonas is so hot!” You admitted, biting your lip as you watched the television screen.

Your best friend, Y/B/F/N, hummed in agreement. The two of you were watching the Kid’s Choice Awards together. It wasn’t often that you checked out other guys but when you did, you sure did mea every word you said.

“I’m right here, ya know.” Liam said.

“Yeah, so? Nick is still hot, and I’m still intrigued by what’s underneath his shirt. If you catch my drift…” You joked, laughing.

“Are you kidding, Y/N?”

“Not in the slightest. I mean, look at him. His abs are peeking through his shirt.”

You heard a door slam and saw that Liam was gone. You looked at Y/B/F/N, who just sat with her mouth agape. Your heart sunk at the thought of really hurting Liam’s feelings.

“I’ll be back.”

You got up from the couch. Then you went up the stairs to you and Liam’s shared bedroom. You entered the room to see Liam sulking on the bed.

“Liam, I’m sorry.”

“Go apologize to Nick Jonas. I’m sure you would like that.”
You chuckled. “Come on, Liam. I love you. Nick Jonas doesn’t even come close when compared to you. You ruined me for anyone else.”

“So, you think I’m hotter than Nick Jonas?” He asked, picking with the fluffy pillow.

“Yes, I do…way hotter.”

He smiled, and that was all you loved to see. Liam’s smile could cure cancer if that was possible. It never failed to make your day. All that you wanted was for him to be happy.

Louis:

“Lou, I’m home!”

You hummed as you walked into the apartment. You took off your jacket and placed it on the coat rack by the table for your keys. The room was absolutely silent. You walked further into the living room to see Louis sitting in the dark. The lights and the television were off.

“Babe?”

“It’s over.”

Your heart accelerated. You slowly approached him, holding back tears. “Louis, what are you talking about? I thought we were fine.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Nothing’s fine. The game is over, and Doncaster lost…badly.”

You felt this huge sense of relief. You almost wanted to burst out laughing, but you could see Louis was seriously upset over this.

“Is there anything I can do?”

“Can you go back and make Donny score the last twenty points we needed?”
You locked your eyes on his. He sighed and kissed your lips. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap at you. Just hold me?”

“Now, that I can do with no problem.”

Zayn:

“I came as soon as I heard. Is she going to be alright?” You asked one of the boys, running into the waiting room.

“She’s not doing so hot, but the doctors promised she should fine after they do some surgery.” Liam offered, smiling softly.

I ran up to Zayn once he entered through double doors. He melted in my arms, sobbing lightly. I rubbed his back up and down to sooth him. I had never seen him so upset and vulnerable.

“It’s all my fault.”

“None of this is your fault, Zayn. Your sister is going to make it through this. She’s so strong, and she has her wonderful brother by her side.”

“Y/N, what if she doesn’t make it? She is everything to me…How would we survive without her?”

A tear slipped down your face. “Don’t talk like that. She is going to come back better than ever. And she’ll you have you to thank for it. If you hadn’t called the ambulance as fast you did, then she would not have made it this far. Zayn, you are her hero.”

He snuggled further into your neck. “Thank you.”

10

So twirly-stick-guy? It just gets better and better.

Ladies and gents, I present Nick Bateman.

Please drool on the buckets provided, thank you.

UPDATE: Oops, 9th picture down is not Nick Bateman (the tattoo should’ve been a dead giveaway). Thanks to blondie017 for pointing it out.

No. 9 Miguel Iglesias (thanks to blondie017 again!) is still hot, though.