How MM Characters React to Finding Out You're Pregnant
He already noticed slight changes to your mood and body before you did.
At first he thought it might be the flu, but that thought changes when you are too tired for your usual love fest in bed.
“I’m sorry, Jumin. I’m too tired tonight.”
Elizabeth 3rd also becomes extra clingy to you.
Jumin makes you go to the doctor and they can’t find anything wrong. He insists to do further tests but you beg him not to.
“It’s probably stress, Jumin. I’ll be fine.”
Wrong answer. Jumin has cleared your schedule until he feels like you’re feeling better.
A week later you realize your period hasn’t happened.
Jumin knew this before you and scheduled another doctor’s appointment after asking Jaehee to research information on missed periods (poor Jaehee.)
He makes you go back to the doctor for blood work. Suddenly this all makes sense: The fatigue, your bras no longer fitting, and feeling sick.
The doctor walks in with the good news. “Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Han. You’re going to be parents.”
Jumin doesn’t say anything at first. His face loses color. The news is a surprise.
“Sweetheart, are you okay?” You ask. You’ve never seen him this way before.
He nearly faints from processing all the emotions he is feeling on the way out of the doctor’s office.
Jaehee cancels all of Jumin’s meetings for the week citing “exhaustion” as the cause.
Jumin holds you close to him later on that night, confessing he is both terrified and delighted at the news. He wonders if Elizabeth 3rd will feel jealous. omg really jumin.
“I’m sure she’ll be happy too,” You whisper in his ear as you accidentally fall asleep on his chest.
He admires the glow your face is beginning to show as you sleep peacefully.
You’ve been much more emotional lately.
Every time Zen had to leave on set you find yourself crying, but why?
You even beat yourself up about it. “Why am I acting so strange..?”
Zen invites you to come on set with him one day and you’re immediately say yes!
You couldn’t help but keep refilling your plate with cakes from catering. Zen tries to crack a joke “You are what you eat, huh babe?”
But it backfires.
It backfires BAD.
You walk away sobbing. This is entirely out of character.
“Wait! BABE! I’m so sorry!” He runs after you and pulls you in for a hug.
You sob into his chest for a few minutes and then go silent.
He pushes you in front of him to see what’s wrong. “Babe…?”
Your face turns white and you go limp in front of him.
Zen FREAKS out and immediately yells for someone to help.
He carries you himself to the ambulance and he demands you get rushed you to the hospital.
The paparazzi outside of the set take photos of the incident. A video is uploaded to Youtube.
You regain consciousness when arriving to the hospital. “What’s…what’s going on?”
Zen cries with joy seeing you’re awake and hugs you. “Shh. Just rest, my princess. We’ll find out. I love you.”
He refuses to leave your side as the hospital runs a bunch of tests, but, you tell him he should get something to eat while they do an ultrasound.
The doctor comes in a couple hours later and tells them it was a combination of exhaustion and dehydration. “This is a common symptom in pregnancies. She’ll need to make sure she drinks more fluid and get rest.”
Wait. What? Both you and Zen look at the doctor with confusion.
The doctor informs the two of you that you’re already 13 weeks pregnant. He gives Zen a picture of the ultrasound showing a little baby bean!
You start crying at news. It’s happy tears. Eventually Zen starts crying too. He’s just as happy.
It’s not secret you and Yoosung wanted to have kids immediately.
You two tried every month for six months.
You have a bulk stash of HCG strips in the bathroom, an ovulation tracker on the your phone, and have read every article online on how to improve your chances at becoming pregnant.
Every month your period came, Yoosung started to doubt himself.
“Is.. Is there something wrong with me?”
You’d hold him and reassure him. “Don’t say that. There’s nothing wrong with you! Sometimes it just takes time, I guess.” Deep inside, you wondered if there was actually something wrong with you instead.
After a year of trying, you both go to a fertility specialist to have tests done.
The specialist tells the both of you there is a problem with your ovulation. They immediately start on you a treatment plan with fertility drugs.
You act okay with the news, but in reality you are the opposite of okay.
Yoosung finds you crying underneath the covers and panics.
“Please don’t cry! It’s not your fault!”
Soon he’s crying too.
By the third treatment cycle you start to notice changes in your body.
You start doubting your feelings. You try to remain calm.
Every day you and Yoosung talk about all of your different things happening with your body.
When you take one of your test strips at home you notice a second faint line, causing your heart to skip a beat.
Each test on each day has a darker, and darker second line. You two get hopeful. It’s been a hard two years, but it feels like you two are getting to the light at the end of the tunnel.
You two are SO nervous at the fertility specialist. Yoosung can barely breathe.
The fertility specialist confirms what you two have been dreaming. You are pregnant!
Yoosung sobs tears of joy at the news. You two are so happy to finally become parents.
The fertility specialist interrupts the celebration with even more good news.
“There’s just one thing…”
He shows on the screen there are four baby beans.
Remember that one time he wanted to leave evidence he existed on you?
Well he wanted to do that again on your honeymoon. And then some.
A couple months later you notice you are craving Honey Buddha Chips and Doctor Pepper more than normal.
At first Saeyoung thinks it’s really cute how much junk food you’re eating.
And then he realizes an entire giant box of Honey Buddha Chips are gone.
He asks Saeran first if he knew what happened to them.
“Why would I eat all of your chips? I saw your wife with the box. Ask her.”
And then he wonders if maybe you’re emotionally eating.
What if she regrets our marriage?
Later on in the day you visit Saeyoung in his computer room where he’s playing LOLOL. “Hey… Saeyoung.. we need to talk.”
Your voice makes him immediately spin around. He has tears in his eyes. “I.. I knew this day would come.”
Your heart immediately sinks. “I’m.. I’m so sorry Saeyoung!” You feel even more guilty at eating his precious Honey Buddha Chips as you add “I’ve been so hungry lately and they just taste so good. I’m so sorry for eating them I will never do it again!”
Saeyoug looks at you confused. “Wait? You’re not leaving… me?”
“I WOULD NEVER LEAVE YOU.” omg you stupid idiot i love you.
Suddenly you feel hot and sick. You run to the bathroom covering your mouth.
Saeyoung panics when he hears you vomit in the bathroom. It’s enough to get Saeran out of his room too.
He’s never heard you this sick before and makes you go to bed. This goes on for a week.
Soon he’s starting to search for answers online. He even goes to WebMD.
When you’re sleeping he calls Jaehee in a panic, worrying you might be dying and because you both are girls maybe she would know how women things work.
Jaehee calmly explains to him that you’re not dead and dying. She suggests to him that you may be pregnant and should take a test. (I guarantee she facepalmed at the convo.)
A week later, you’re start having suspicions too. You look at the calendar and realize you haven’t had a period in two months. “Could it be..?”
You go to tell Saeyoung you think you’re pregnant and He confesses he already purchased a bunch of pregnant tests for you.
You think that’s the most romantic thing ever and hug him to pieces.
He waits outside while you figure out how to use to use the test. How do girls pee on this thing omg. The test immediately comes back as positive.
OH MY GOD SAEYOUNG WE’RE PREGNANT
You rush out of the bathroom with the test in hand. You both are sobbing tears or joy together.
You lean in to kiss him when you’re stomach starts to growl again.
“Can.. Can I have more Honey Buddha Chips?”
He’ll be glad to give you anything for you and the baby.
A/N: Well… so sorry for the
long wait… I’m not really sorry about it, really needed it. In this one you get
to read my favorite quote, I really love it. Love you lots. xx
With fast and stated steps, you almost ran down the hallway to reach
your room. What a fucking shit day it had been. Everything that could go wrong,
went wrong. You felt your eyes start to burn, a feeling you hadn’t felt in a
very long time. You started running and reached your room, quickly going inside
before slamming the door shut. You turned around to lock the door, but the
tears in your eyes blurred everything, and you just threw yourself onto the bed
Thomas Sangster or Robbie imagine with 1 and 2 from the prompt list? Like you guys had a non official relationship and he ends it even though he loves you (but he loves you more as a friend) and you’re devastated and he hates making you feel that way? It sounds sad but I would love it if you wrote it please!
1. “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”
2. “Please don’t cry. I can’t stand to see you cry”
A smile was plastered onto your face as your drove to Thomas’ home. You two have been dating for a bit now. Nothing was official, just casual dating, but you really liked Thomas. You were hoping things would progress soon, and it would be official. He started off as a friend, since you were good friends with his sister, Ava. But then things took a turn, and the dating began.
“Hey, Tommy,” you grinned, kissing him on the lips like you usually did.
“Hey, Y/N.” Thomas didn’t sound as enthused like usual.
Instantly your smile faded into a frown. Something was wrong, and this wasn’t going to be a regular meeting.
“What’s the matter?” You asked.
Thomas put his arm around your shoulders, guiding yu to his couch. “Sit down.”
Your heartbeat picked up its pace. Worry settled in your bones, and Thomas didn’t look happy. Deep down inside you knew what was about to happen, but you were denying it.
“I don’t think we should continue this. It doesn’t feel right. I do love you, though, Y/N. Just… as a friend.”
You were devastated. Water filled your eyes and you started crying silently, not looking at him. Thomas felt awful. He hated it when you cried. It was one of the saddest things in the world to him to see you cry. But he had to say it, he didn’t love you romantically. He thought he did, but he didn’t.
“Please don’t cry. I can’t stand to see you cry.”
“We’re not just friends, and you fucking know it, Thomas,” you retorted. “I love you more than a friend. How can you say you don’t feel the same way? After everything we’ve done?”
Thomas felt so guilty. While dating, a lot happened. It wasn’t just going on cute dates and going back to his place to makeout. More happened.
“I thought… I thought I liked you more than a friend.”
“So you’ve been using me?” You snapped, anger only showing at the moment.
“No! No, Y/N. I could never use you,” Thomas rested his hands on yours. “At first I thought I loved you more than a friend. I really did, and I still mean all the things I’ve said to you. But this past week, I’ve been feeling indifferent. I’ve admitted to myself that I view you as only a friend. It wouldn’t be healthy for us if we continued what we’ve been doing. I’m sorry, Y/N.”
You continued to cry, finally letting sounds escape your throat. You sobbed on his couch, still not looking him in the eyes. You really loved Thomas, and hearing this broke you.
“I actually loved you, though. More than a friend, too.”
Thomas’ chest ached knowing he was causing you emotional pain. He frowned even more, watching you cry. But you stood up, letting his hands fall off yours.
“I’m going home.”
“Y/N, wait. I’m sorry, I really am.”
“Yeah, okay, Thomas.”
You opened the door, not even bothering to close it. You wiped your tears as you approached your car. You got in and drove away. While doing so, Thomas stood in the doorway, watching you. He leaned on the frame, still a frown printed on his lips. He felt horrible, but he wanted to be honest with you. He couldn’t stand to lead you on. It wouldn’t be fair to you.
Pairing: Bambam/Yugyeom Character: Bambam, Yugyeom, Jinyoung, Youngjae and Jaebum (mentioned), OC Rating: PG-13 A/N: I really craved some Yugbam as parents and I took the liberty to do that and also made Jinyoung as their kid lol. I’m sorry it took so long but please enjoy ^^ (It’s about 2k long)
Yugyeom panicked as he smell something burnt. His fried rice smoked behind him while he was searching for the cheese in the refrigerator.
“Shit” he muttered under his breath, running to the stove with the cheese in his hands. Luckily, he managed to safe the said fried rice. Cooking was never really his thing but Bambam came home so late last night he didn’t have a heart to woke him up and made breakfast so yugyeom tried to put his limited skill of cooking—that he got when he had to survive everytime Bambam was not around to feed him—on action. Not that bad.
“Jinyoung, has you prepared the table?” He shouted to his son in the dining room.
The dining table was prepared perfectly when he walked in. Jinyoung already sat down on his chair, eyes not leaving the book on his hands, as expected from his son, the smart and perfectionist Jinyoung. Yugyeom smiled slightly, he really didn’t have any idea how they could raise a kid like him.
Bambam was walking into the room right after Yugyeom finished putting the rice on the table and added grated cheese on top, completed their favorite breakfast recipe. Their daughter laughing in his hands from the nonstop pecks Bambam gave all over her face.
“I smeel something burning,” was the first words he said followed by the giggling of their daughter. He was sniffing around exaggerately.
Yugyeom was ready to defend himself when Bambam added, “It’s the smeel of my heart burning with love for you.” Then he winked.
Their daughter looked at both of them, interested.
Fifteen years living with bambam and yugyeom still didn’t know how to react to his cheesiness. While bambam put their daughter down to the chair and ruffled Jinyoung’s hair before walking around the table to sat on his chair, Yugyeom hurriedly took off his apron and sat down beside him, willed the red flush on his cheeks to disappear as he saw jinyoung rolled his eyes across the table.
It was their usual Saturday morning, having breakfast together leisurely while talking about their week, their plan for the weekend, everything. Jinyoung put his book aside as they began their breakfast. Their daughter ate passionately beside Jinyoung, wanting to show off that she already mastered how to use spoon properly. Yugyeom might cry a little bit inside knowing his fried rice not as good as what bambam made but his family still eat it well.
“Cheonsa, eat slowly, darling” Yugyeom warned her gently, afraid she will choked on her food.
“My princess has grown up so much, now she won’t even let me feed her,” Bambam shed his fake tears. Bambam had the biggest soft spot for their daughter. Maybe because he always wanted a daughter that he could pamper so bad, or because Cheonsa was raised by them since she was a baby, or maybe both.
“I want to grow up fast, like Jinyoung oppa,” their three years old daughter announced proudly, looking up at Jinyoung with a big smile, which the later returned just as big. Yugyeom smiled at that and Bambam whined how his princess loved her oppa more than her daddy.
And that’s how their usual Saturday morning went. Jinyoung mostly silent unless he had something to ask but Yugyeom knew Jinyoung always payed attention to everything going on around him, especially his sister. He also knew Jinyoung always spared his time to play with her everyday between his school and his busy life as a teenager.
“What book are you reading?” Yugyeom pointed at his book on the table with his chin. Bambam and Cheonsa were having an exiting conversation about alien on the side.
“A novel.” He answered shortly, but looking at the expectant look of his father he continued. ”It’s about a wife of someone who could time travel.”
“Sounds interesting. Is it good?”
“It is so far, I haven’t finished.”
“You should tell me when you finish it.” Yugyeom said, adding another spoon of rice on his plate. Cooking had depleted his energy, apparently.
Yugyeom loved time they spent together where his son told him about the book he finished, he felt they became a little closer. They adopted him when he was 7 years old. After years of their marriage, Yugyeom and Bambam contemplated on having kid but when they met Jinyoung, the biggest kid in the orphanage, the kid with twinkling eyes that somehow screamed
loneliness, they were sure they wanted to become his father. It’s not easy to crack his sheel and get him opened up to them, but they made it. it’s been five years since then and Jinyoung grew up so well. Yugyeom was grateful they took him.
“Son, Youngjae said you haven’t come to the reading club for two weeks, what happened? Do you want me to drive you later?” Bambam asked.
“Daddy,” Jinyoung whined, “I’m not a little kid anymore. It’s fine.”
“Kids nowadays grown up too fast.” Bambam sighed. “When I was your age I’m still this small,” Bambam motioned his hands to showed his height, “And people still bought me ice cream.”
Yugyeom only chuckled because well, Bambam, indeed was still looked like a kid even when he was above Jinyoung’s age. He was so cute, still cute.
They continued eating with Bambam cooed exaggeratedly at his daughter everytime she successfully eat her food from her spoon.
“Appa, when do you have your first love?” Jinyoung asked Yugyeom carefully.
Bambam immediately turned his head and look at Jinyoung with wide eyes.
“Are you seeing someone right now??” Bambam gasped.
Cheonsa also turned her attention to Jinyoung in an instant, not because she understand what’s so big deal about it, but because she had a habit of mimicking her daddy. Cheonsa is taking her personalities from Bambam too much.
“Is it that scray boy Bum something?“ Bambam preened.
Jinyoung, had been put on the spotlight, sputtered. “It’s Jaebum hyung. He’s not scary and it’s not related to him. It’s just.., just the main character on the book I read had her first love when she was 6. I’m just curious.”
“Oho… I’m sure there’s something.” Bambam started, but Yugyeom quickly stopped him before he went further with the teasing. He could see Jinyoung was uncomfortable with the topic.
“Well, I had my first love when I was 16,” Yugyeom drew the attention to him instead.
“Ah, that noona on the coffee shop? Kids, your Appa always drag me to the coffee shop just to met her. He’s so lame right?” Bambam said in conspirational tone to their kids.
“No, idio- Bam,” Yugyeom almost slipped a ‘bad word’ and mentally patting himself on the back for keeping his language in front of their children. “It was you, duh.”
“Really?” Jinyoung surprised. Yugyeom just nod.
“Really?” Now, it was coming from Bambam. His eyebrow rose so high.
“Really?“ Cheonsa didn’t want to be left out.
“Why you never tell me? You said you like that Noona. Wait, is that why you always drag me there? Not for her? Was I, like, having dates with you, unconciously? Did we date???” Bambam was talking with his mouth full it’s actually disgusting but adorable at the same time with his eyes widen comically.
Yugyeom just shrughed and leaned forward to wipe a rice on Cheonsa’s cheek.
“Was Dad not liking you back?” Jinyoung asked curiously.
“No.” Yugyeom said.
“Yes” Bambam said at the same time.
It became awkward after that and Bambam was a little quiet so Yugyeom squeezed his husband’s thigh under the table and added, “Meeting your daddy is the best thing ever happened to me. And look at us, sitting here together.”
“Hey.” Bambam smiled weakly.
“You should put her on her bed, you’ll get cram if you stay like that too long.”
Yugyeom carefully fitted himself beside Bambam on the swing in their backyard and gave him a can of soda, trying not to wake up their daughter who was sleeping peacefully on Bambam’s lap, her head nestled safely on his chest. He brought a drink for himself too and his now empty hand found Bambam’s shoulder and pulled him closer. Bambam scotted and rested his head on Yugyeom’s shoulder.
“It’s okay. I miss her. I barely spend time with her.” Bambam kissed the top of her head.
“She missed you a lot too.”
“I was thinking about what you said before.” Bambam said in hushed voice.
“Oh, me too.” Yugyeom sipped his chocolate milk. He probably a fourthy something and he had changed a lot but his love for chocolate was an exception.
“Why you didn’t tell me?” Bambam nudged Yugyeom.
“I- I was scared I guess. I don’t want to lose our friendship.”
“Is that why you were crying so much when I went back to Thailand?”
“I knew you were supposed to left anyway, but I guess I really was a cry baby.“
“Is, a cry baby.” Bambam cut him.
Yugyeom ignored the teasing. “You were here only for the exchange study and I didn’t want to burden you.”
“You should told me. I always told you everything.”
“You didn’t tell me you like me.” Yugyeom countered back. “Did you really like me back then?”
“At first, yes. But then I thought you liked that Noona so I buried that feeling deep down inside my heart, you know.”
“What? Really?” Yugyeom mused unbelievably.
We could be the cutest couple in high school,”
“Why were we so stupid?” they chuckled.
But that’s what brings us together,” Bambam grins at Yugyeom, earned a peck from the later. “I can’t believe I only found out now,” he sighed once yugyeom’s lips leaving his.
“You never asked.” Yugyeom whispered, resting the side of his forehead against Bambam, his cheek brushing his hair.
“Because I’m sure your first love was That noona and I don’t want to talk about her.”
Yugyeom just leaned down and kiss Bambam’s pouty lips once again with more pressure. “I guess we’re fated. God sent you again from Thailand to Korea to meet me. I almost didn’t recognize you when we first met for the second time.” Yugyeom smiled at the memory.
“Yeah, me too.” Bambam pulled him for another kiss. He would want more than that but he settled for a long lingering kiss as Cheonsa was still sleeping on his laps.
“Appa, is Daddy really your first love?” Jinyoung asked him as they washing the dish from their dinner.
“Yes, why?” Yugyeom smiled at Jinyoung. His father instinct told him there’s something going on with his son. “Is there something you want to ask, or tell me?” Yugyeom coaxed, knowing very well his son is so much like him, or worse, Jinyoung won’t tell his problem unless he was asked.
“No, just… Isn’t first love never works?”
“Who said that?”
“A book I read.”
“Jinyoung, what’s written in the book is not always right. What always right is what your heart says.“
"But what if you love the wrong person?”
Yugyeom was a little taken aback by that and shook his head. “You definitely more mature than your age.” He put aside his dishes to face Jinyoung. “So, who is this wrong person we talked about?”
“No one,” Jinyoung muttered, busying himself with pouring water on the dish.
“Are you afraid your first love not going to work?” Jinyoung’s silence only meant yes. “I never thought I will marry your daddy, he seemed so far away. But look at us. My first love works perfectly. I have your daddy, you, and your sister, and I’m the happiest person in the world.”
Jinyoung looked up at Yugyeom.“ But it’s you, not me.”
“Exactly. It’s me. And You, you’ll make your own story, even greater than mine.” Yugyeom smiled at him. “If you’re afraid to start something, you’ll never know what you can achieve.”
Yugyeom let his word sinked in before he continued soaping the plate, but suddenly Jinyoung hugged him.
“Whatever happened, I always have you, right?” Jinyoung mumbled on his chest.
Yugyeom hugged his son back, overwhelmed with the feeling of pride as a father, that his son trust him so much, and patted him on his back. “Sure son, sure.”
The serene moment was not live long, not in this house.
“What is this? Are we having family hug session? Why you left us out?!” Came a whine from his husband standing in the door with Cheonsa holding his hand at his side.
Yugyeom just opened one of his arm to invite him in a hug and in a second Bambam already crushed them with his limb, Jinyoung groaned at that, and Cheonsa fussed to be lifted up to joined the hug.
Yugyeom laughed happily because right now, he had everything he wanted in his arm, literally.
This past year has been a whirlwind for Nahele. Most
of the serious events happened after he stole Steve’s Marquis. He went from
having no guardians and pawning car parts for food, to having not just one but
five plus people looking out for him and a fairly good paying job. He went from
thinking he was worthless and futureless to having believed he was going places
in life. Nahele’s never had this much support before, not even when his mom was
Things started to change completely when his father
died in that gas fire. He cried, not because he lost his dad, but because he
lost all family connections. He felt lost and broken again; it was amazing to
him how immediately Steve scooped him up and started putting the pieces back
together. God, it’s barely been a month since that day and now Makaio is dead
and both Steve and Danny are in surgery. Everything is happening so fast and
all at once and Nahele can’t catch his breath.
Kono has requested that he sit down multiple times
but he’s feeling too restless. He’ll sit down when they get news on the guys.
The lot of them are littering the waiting area of the hospital ward. Grover
came in with a few more scrapes on his knuckles than he left the room with.
Chin came back in with him and seemed just a touch less resolved as he was
before. For the most part, everyone remained silent.
Nahele lost track of time but shortly after Lou and
Chin came back, Kono stretched out her foot to jab him in the calf. “Hey, isn’t
your prom this weekend?”
Fuck, prom. He completely forgot about it. Nahele
waved it off with a shrug, “Didn’t want to go anyways.”
Lou sat up in the uncomfortable waiting chairs,
“Son, you have to go. You’ll regret it if you don’t,”
“It’s not a big deal,” Nahele shoved his hands in
the pockets of his board shorts. He avoided meeting Grace’s eyes, knowing she
was frowning at him. They had just talked about prom last weekend during
dinner. He told her how he was looking forward to it after everything that
happened, “Just doesn’t seem right now.”
“They’ll be okay,” Kono reached out and squeezed his
wrist, “And they’ll want you to go.”
“Can we not talk about it?”
“Ok,” Kono raised an eyebrow while giving him a knowing smile, “If you sit
The teenager rolled his eyes and sat down beside the
woman. She grinned and squeezed his knee before going back to playing with
Grace’s hair. Nahele looked over at the younger girl to see her glaring at him.
“Liar,” she mouthed.
“Shut up,” he mouthed back before sliding down in
the seat and closing his eyes. Despite Kono’s disapproval, he quickly jumps
back onto his feet and proceeds to pace until the sun is up and no news has
been given still. He tries taking deep breaths, rubbing his hands over his
face, but his stomach is tightening up from a mix of anxiety and lack of food
and there is a throbbing behind his eyes from not sleeping. No one slept a wink
that night, not even Grace, though Chin got her to lie down on two chairs.
When the doctor comes out, everyone holds their
breath. It’s not until he says the words, “They’re going to be okay,” that they
all sprung to life. Nahele had dropped down into a chair at the arrival of the
doc, fearing the worse. Once he knew the men were okay, he rested his head back
against the wall with relief. He closed his eyes tightly and listened to his
friends, his ohana, celebrate. The
pressure behind his eyes builds and he knows that if he opens them, he’ll start
crying. Still, he smiles to himself and thanks whatever sort of god out there
helped get Steve and Danny through that surgery.
Nahele jumps a bit when someone touches his arm. He
opens his eyes to see its Kono, leaping towards him with wide open arms. “Come
here, you,” she pulls him to a standing and wraps her arms around his shoulders
tightly. His body goes stiff, unsure of what to do. They’ve never hugged
before. Kono gives his body a squeeze, silently telling him that it’s okay. He
can breathe now. Steve’s gonna make it. Finally, Nahele relaxes and hugs her
back tightly. If he lets a tear fall onto her shoulder, so what. Kono pulls
back enough to hold her hands against his cheeks and to smile kindly, she whips
the bridge of his nose where the tear is traveling, with her knuckle, “its okay
Since the guys are still unconscious and are in
ICU—just a precaution, the doctor says—they can’t have many visitors at a time.
Kono goes into Steve’s room first and comes back out with glossy eyes. She hugs
her cousin tight, kisses Grace on the top of her head and takes her hand so
they can see Danno. As they pass Nahele, Grace pulls away from her Auntie and
barriers her face just below his chest. This is something they’ve never done
before either. Giving in to Grace is much easier than it is with Kono. Nahele
has to bend his body over the girl, but he hugs her shoulders and rests his cheek
on her head. They stay like that for a few moments before she pulls away and
goes back to grabbing Kono’s hand without a word.
Chin nods towards Steve’s door, “You wanna go in
“He’s not awake,” Nahele reminds the older man.
According to the doctor, Steve is still pretty pale from the blood lose. He
won’t look as bad as he did going in, but he’s not quite Steve yet. To Nahele,
that basically means Steve looks like a dead body. He’s not sure he wants to
see the man like that.
“It’s okay,” Chin’s mouth lifts at the corners.
Nahele realizes that he doesn’t have a choice in the matter; he is going in
that room whether he liked it or not. “I can go in there too if you want.”
“Uh, no, thanks brah,” he tries shaking it off like
it’s not a big deal. On the inside, his heart is racing. Chin holds open the
door but doesn’t pressure Nahele to go through. He waits until he’s ready.
After taking a deep breath, Nahele goes through the threshold. When he sees
Steve unconscious on the table, his stomach leaps. He thinks he’s gonna throw
up, even doubles over, but instead he starts crying.
crying, one of the million thoughts in his head says, why are you always crying lately?
The other thoughts are screaming, thank god. He’s okay. He’s not going
anywhere. You’re not alone again. I was so scared.
Nahele manages to shuffle over to the table and
drops his head down on Steve’s chest as lightly as he can manage while losing
his resolve. He holds onto the man’s arms with both hands and lets his tears
fall onto his chest as he sobs. He’s not sure how long he cried, obviously not
long since Chin didn’t run in worried, but long enough to collect himself.
Nahele stood up and wiped his face with his hand; he took a shaky breath as he
looked at Steve’s resting face. The doc was right, he still is pale. But his
jaw is stubbly and his eyelashes are long and his hair somehow still looks
good. He’s still Steve. Nahele rests his hand on Steve’s forehead for a moment;
his skin is warming up under his touch and the rise and fall of his chest is
enough reassurance that they’re making it through this.
Two nurses come into the room, making him jump. He’s
been pretty jumpy lately.
“Oh, we’re sorry sweetie,” one of them says with a
kind smile, “But we have to get him ready to move him to recovery.”
“Recovery?” Nahele questions.
“You don’t want him hanging out in this room all day do you?” the other nurse
jokes. The room is pretty cold; Steve’s laying middle of the room with just a
blanket over him like a corpse. Nahele nods and the women start prepping for
whatever it is they’re gonna do to Steve, “You can see your dad the second he’s
in his new room.”
Nahele’s heart stops. He should correct her, but
how? What is Steve to him if not a dad? He’s more than a big brother, more than
a guardian. This nurse is just the first to say it. Granted, she doesn’t know
their history. For all she knows, Steve is his blood related father. Since his
tongue is too tied to talk, Nahele just nods and rushes out of the room. Chin
is waiting, leaning against the wall across from the room, and stands straight
when he sees the panic on Nahele’s face.
“He’s going to a new room,” Nahele swipes his hand down his face and rolls his
shoulders, “Can I have coffee?”
Chin’s shoulders sigh with relief before he
chuckles. He grabs Nahele’s shoulder and shakes the boy, “Absolutely not. How
about some food though?”
“Food? Yeah, food sounds good.”
The night, Five-0 uses their charms to convince the
night shift to let them stay until morning. Visiting hours don’t apply to them,
thank god. The nurses even help bring in extra chairs. Lou and Chin are talking
quietly by the window while Kono is speaking on the phone in the hallway.
Nahele thinks it’s to Duke, who left earlier for his shift.
He and Grace are sitting by the small rolling table
reading pointless magazines when they hear a gravelly voice.
Grace springs up from her seat. She almost trips
racing over to her father’s bed. “Danno!”
“Monkey,” Danny blinks the sleep away as best as he
can. His throat is extremely dry, Nahele assumes, as he’s smacking his lips
together and his breath sounds a bit wheezy.
“I’ll get him some water, if they’ll let it,” Grover
offers. When he passes Danny’s bed, he squeezes the other man’s foot over the
blanket and smiles, “Good to have you back, brother.”
“Lou,” Danny gives a lazy smile, “Good seeing your
ugly mug again.”
Lou shakes his chuckling head before leaving the
room. Chin goes to the other side of the bed, standing between the two patients
and blocking Nahele’s view of Danny’s face, “How you feeling, brah?”
“Like someone stole half my liver,” Danny remarks.
“Oh, wait, nope. That bastard did.”
“Danno,” Grace complains against her father’s chest.
Danny just laughs. When he sobers up, the air in the room thickens.
“How is he?”
“He’s good,” Chin informs him, “Still unconscious; the doc says it might take
longer for him to wake up than you. But he’s doing well, supposedly. You both
He must be nodding. For a moment the only voice is
Danny’s murmering comforting things to Grace. Nahele feels completely out of
place, like he shouldn’t be in the room. He looks at Steve’s still form but
that doesn’t help. Instead he counts the number of tiles on the floor that have
chips in them.
“Hey, where’s the boy?” Danno questions. Nahele
doesn’t think anything of it; he had to mean little Chuck. Out of the corner of
his eye, Nahele sees Danny roll his head to the side so he can see around
Chin’s body, “There he is. You, get over here.”
Nahele tenses, “Me?”
“Yes, you, knucklehead,” Danny rolls his heavy eyes.
He lifts his hand up to flap his fingers towards his palm and rests his head
back against the pillow, “Come here.”
Nahele hesitates to get up out of his chair. It’s
always been Steve he talks to the most. Sure, Danny’s been there for a lot of
moments, but so has Chin and Kono, and Lou and Max, and Kame and Flippa. All of
He shuffles over to Chin’s side, staying by Danny’s
feet until the man rolls his head instead of his eyes and motions for him to
get closer. Nahele ends up sitting on the bed near Danny’s thigh, not wanting
to be around his stomach incase he brakes the guy. Grace is sitting on his other
side, facing Nahele and holding her dad’s hand tight.
“How you doin, you okay?” Danny asks with his hand
on Nahele’s leg. Nahele swallows a lump in his throat; he nods his head and
shrugs. The hand on his leg grips it tighter, “Don’t give me that. Don’t lie to
me. You okay?”
“I’m…” Nahele presses his lips together tightly,
“You guys scared me, is all.”
Danny sighs as he stares up at the ceiling for a
moment. He must have been terrified, even more so than Nahele was. That was his
partner that he saw get shot; that was his partner he had to fly a plane with
while unconscious. Danny doesn’t even know how to fly. And then they crashed;
and they had to catch the bad guys; and then he had to give Steve his liver.
Nahele should stop wallowing, he has no right.
“It was pretty scary,” Danny admits for their
benefit. His hand on Grace’s head strokes her hair but his eyes go back to
Nahele. They narrow in on his movements before Danny’s face scrunches, “What
are you doing? Come on. Don’t feel bad about being scared.”
“How did you…”
“I’ve seen what feeling selfish looks like, I’ve looked feeling selfish before,
and it’s all over you. And I’m telling you to stop it. Your guy was hurting,
and a lot of bad stuff has happened to you lately, right?” Nahele wasn’t sure
he was supposed to answer, so he nods instead, “So you have every right to feel
scared, alright? Smile.”
When Nahele doesn’t, Danny reaches up and shakes his
shoulder. He clenches his teeth jokingly as he shakes Nahele around, “Smile,”
he demands. Grace is giggling and Chin is chuckling. Nahele can’t help but to
too, “Alright! There it is! Look at that handsome face, huh? Beautiful. Don’t
worry bout Steve; he’s indestructible. Like a pesky cockroach. Where is Lou
with my water? We live on an island; there’s water everywhere.”
“I’m here, man, quit whining,” Lou shuffles in,
followed by a smiling Kono. She immediately leans down to hug Danny around the
shoulders and receive a kiss on the cheek from him, “It’s so good to see you.”
“Not as good to see you,” Danny pats her cheek
lightly. He thanks Lou for the ice chips, to which he remarks, “What am I, a
pregnant woman? Remind me, what does ice turn into when it melts? Water? You
They’re all distracted by his rambling over ice
chips that they barely hear the small, “Danno,” from the other side of the
room. Nahele knows that if Danny wasn’t attached to fluids and monitors that he
would have sprung up from the bed and latched onto Steve. He sat up as far as
he could but ended up wincing. Kono figured out how to raise the head of the
bed so he can sit up without hurting himself.
“Steve? Babe? You up?”
Kono and Grace both went to Steve’s side. The older
woman did the same thing to Steve’s bed as she did to Danny’s, just slower and
not as high. She put it far enough that he only has to turn his head to see
Danny. When he does, his eyes light up. The color has returned to his face in
the last few hours, but now he looks like his old self. Nahele’s heart finally
“Hey, partner?” Danny’s face scrunches up.
Lou crosses his arms over his chest and chuckles
with Chin, “Here we go.”
“Hey, partner?” Danny repeats with a frown, “Because
you got shot, I had to fly a plane. Over water. With a criminal pointing a gun
to my head and bags of drugs in the back. I crashed said plane into an innocent
beach, thanks to you. I gave you half a vital organ to save your ass, and you
wake up and say, ‘Hey, partner’?”
Steve’s face flashes through many emotions during
Danny’s rant. Concern, fear, amusement, and then full on panic. “You did what?”
“Whoa there, boss,” Kono pushes on Steve’s shoulders
to keep him from sitting up. He settles back into the bed and sighs, “Easy. You
don’t want to pull anything.”
“What the hell is Danny talking about?” Steve looks
at the adults in the room. Chin’s about to speak when Danny speaks up.
“He’s talking about the fact that a part of me is
literally growing inside of you, Steven,” Danny remarks. He holds his finger up
in front of Nahele when the boy starts to snort, “Don’t even say it.”
“Can I say it?” Kono jokes with an amused smile.
Steve waves this all off to look at Danny over the
railing on his bed, “Danno…you did…I can’t believe you actually…I mean…”
“Yeah, yeah,” Danny swats his hand in the air, his
finger tips whacking Nahele in the arm, “You can thank me later.”
Nahele watches Grace drape herself over Steve’s
shoulders. Her uncle hugs her with one arm and kisses above her ear, “Hi,
sweetheart.” Kono is the next, kissing her boss on the temple and rubbing his
shoulder, “What about the case…?”
“Uh uh,” Lou interrupts, “We all agreed not to speak
a word to either of you about it; only that we got it covered. You two just
“That’s gonna be impossible for this guy,” Danny
nods towards his partner. Nahele can never tell if they hate each other or are
madly in love with each other. He figures somewhere in the middle most days.
Danny’s easy smile tells him it’s more towards the love right now, “Expect him
to be trying to sneak into the office by breakfast.”
“You guys are clearly not about to clock out,” Chin
claps his hands together, “I think it’s best you guys get more sleep and we
should get home too.”
“Yeah, Monkey,” Danny holds his hand out for Grace.
She detaches herself from Steve’s side to hold onto her dad’s hand, “You should
get some sleep. You stay up all night?”
“Had to,” she shrugs.
“My daughter, what a champ,” Danny beams with pride.
“Go home, get some sleep, alright? You can come back later. And you,” he points
to Nahele, “Go home and shower. You stink. Geez, you’re grown now, you gotta
bathe, daily if not twice, yesh.”
He’s kidding, completely, just to make Nahele smile
but he checks his armpit just in case. Grace crinkles her nose.
“Gross?” Danny squeezes her shoulder, “Take a good
look at that boy. That’s your future if you wanna date when you’re older. Get
used to it.”
“Okay, now I know Danny’s drugged if he’s talking
about Grace dating,” Kono laughs, “That’s our queue to head out. We’ll see you
in the morning, Boss. Rest up, aright?” She gives Steve another kiss on the
cheek before going over and doing the same to Danny, “And watch the nagging; it
makes your heart monitor spike.”
have evidence of the stress he puts on my heart,” Danny jokes. “Night,
The men say goodbye to their male colleagues as
well, promising they’ll sleep. While Danny is hugging Grace goodnight and
saying they’ll see each other as soon as she wakes up. Charlie can come too.
Nahele pats Danny’s leg, earning himself a nod and smile from the man who has
his arms full of a cuddly Grace. He’s about to slide off the bed and walk out
the door when Steve calls out.
“Hey,” his horse voice demands. Nahele freezes with
his back towards Steve, “Where do you think you’re going, get over here.”
The boy slowly turns around and keeps his head down
while he makes his way to his…guardian? His guardian’s bed.
“Come here,” Steve says a little more gently now
that he’s closer, “Sit down. You alright?”
Nahele sits on the edge of the bed like he did with
Danny, only now more mindful of the gunshot wound on Steve’s left side.
“If he says no, don’t believe him,” Danny peps in.
Grace is already out the door with Kono and Chin. “He pulled the same thing on
me. He’s becoming as emotionally stunted as you.”
Steve nudges Nahele with his knee, “What’s he
talking about? Why’d you lie to ‘im?”
“Don’t know,” Nahele shrugged. He avoided Steve’s
eyes, keeping his eyes on the blanket he’s picking with his fingers. “I didn’t
want either of you to worry; I’m okay. You’re the ones hurt.”
“We were,” Steve corrects, “I’m still hazy on all of
this but, last I checked we’re still breathing.”
“Yup,” Danny pats his chest, “Hearts still beating;
Nahele cracks a smile but it doesn’t make him feel
any better. In fact, he feels like shit. He feels like his whole life is just a
tossing game for some sick twisted god. They give him something good, letting
him have it for a while, before dangling it in his face and snatching it away.
He really thought Steve was being snatched away from him yesterday. He doesn’t
realize he’s crying until a drop falls on his fingers. When he sees it, he
Nahele bows his head and pinches his eyes with his
fingers, “It’s so stupid.”
“Hey,” Steve sits up as much as he can without
straining himself. He grips onto Nahele’s shoulder, “No it’s not. I promised
you I would do everything I can to protect you; and I can’t do that if I’m not
here. That means I’m not going anywhere, ever. You understand me? Nothing is
taking us away from each other.”
“Promise?” Nahele felt like a little boy, begging
his mom not to leave him during a storm. His chin wavered, making his lip
wobble. He pulled his lips into his mouth and tried to stop the tears from
pooling in his eyes. Steve’s eyes seemed glossy too; or maybe everything was
from his own tears.
“Come ‘ere,” Steve pulled Nahele close by the back
of the neck. He bumped their foreheads together and kept the kid there while he
cried gently. Steve’s fingers scratched Nahele’s sculp, helping calm him down.
He kept his eyes closed before holding onto the side of Steve’s neck to just
feel his pulse beat against his palm. They both took a deep breath together
before Steve kissed Nahele’s forehead and pulled him to his shoulder for a hug.
Everything was getting on you that you
started to feel stupid and hopeless.
The idea of giving up working hard
started to grow in your mind, because, well, it was no use. You wanted to tear
your books down and burn them if you could.
You had been, like four hours, trying to
study physics, but you just didn’t understand anything. No, you did, you
remembered that you actually did understand those words before. The words
seemed familiar and you were sure that you did memorize them and understood
You didn’t understand why you couldn’t
solve even one equation now. Or why the words started to become more and more
unfamiliar and more complicated.
Another question that you weren’t sure of
its answer. You scratched over the words with your blue pen, making a big blue
spot on the paper, with such anger and annoyance force that the note tore up
with you. And you felt tears started to well up under your eyelids.
“Damn!” Your exams were in two
days and the feeling that you weren’t going to pass it engulfed you. And you
weren’t the kind to accept it.
A groaned skipped your mouth as you ran a
hand into your hair, messing it in frustration, and banged your head into your
desk. You were ruined.
A notification of a message sounded from
your drawer, you opened it, wondering how you didn’t put your phone into
silent. You always put it into silent or close it, then threw it in your drawer
so it wouldn’t distract you when you were studying.
A five minute break won’t hurt. You were going to check the notification and threw it back in the
That would be the situation if it wasn’t
Jaebum who sent you the message.
I just imagined angry crying Sweden and it kinda fucked me up. Straight to the feels.
Imagine him crying in his room. Crying after he and Finland seperated from the Kalmar union. He was the one deciding to leave so he shouldn’t feel bad. It was Denmark who pushed him to leave. But deep inside Sweden misses his brothers. He’s angry the union couldn’t work out. They couldn’t work it out.
Summary: Basically, Jimin is your brother’s childhood friend, neighbor, something like a family friend and he helps you to get your crush’s attention (*cough* yoongi *cough*) and you MIGHT end up falling in love with each other instead.
heyyyy! i finally updated! i hope you like this part! And thank you so so so much for all the messages! i love you sm bye
It wasn’t easy to track Jimin inside
the crowded club; you had to pace around the whole room twice, avoiding body
contact with every male, gasping out apologies every time you bumped into
someone. You tried to recall in what clothes Jimin was dressed in when he left
your house, but the harsh words you two exchanged were taking up most of the
space in your mind. You aggressively ran your hand through your hair, slowly
Just when suspicions that he might had
gone away emerged, you spotted him resting on a stand, drinking some kind of
liquor as a half naked, red headed woman accompanied him. You cringed at the
sight of her running her hand through his hair, attacking his neck with her
lips, whispering to him, being close to him. His expression wasn’t showing any
kind of feeling, his face was blank and he didn’t even flinch at her touches.
Your heart crumpled, but it didn’t prevent you for walking up to him.
My days started to get busier so I’m sorry for being late! (Am I even late? XD) enjoy reading~
And you ended up waiting for Suga
until he finished his other photoshoots. Ellie, a model from Vogue’s magazine,
whom Joshua knew her, was asked to do the photo shoots that you were supposed
to do in the first place.
The photo shoot for the new brand collection even the
designer was standing happily watching the work.
He was impressed by how pretty
Ellie was. You almost got jealous because all the eyes were on her,
A sigh skipped your mouth followed by the
other. Jimin promised to take you to the new place to stay in. He kind of told
you that he had a nice place that you were going to love and that after the
photo shoots he promised to take you there.
“I’m so sorry.” Jimin had
apologized, his arm had still been around your shoulder. “I have another
schedule and –I didn’t forget our promise, I swear– I just asked Yoongi to
take you there. I’m sorry. He knew the place too…”
And just like the silly girl you were,
you had just smiled and shook your head in understanding. “It’s okay. You
have a work anyway. I’m sorry, I troubled you ”
It wasn’t okay. That meant that you had
to stay with Yoongi until he finished his work and you were too hurt to even
look at him.
You wished you still had had your
apartment. You wanted so bad to crawl in your bed and cry. No, you wouldn’t
cry. Not for someone who didn’t deserve crying for.
Why would you even cry? It
was just a kiss and it wasn’t like you were in love– In fact, you started to
fall for him.
Lucy Heartfilia was transfer student in the academy. It has been 2 months since her transfer but up until now she was still unable to adapt and make friends even though she was trying her best. One day after doing some errands given by her homeroom adviser, Lucy was about to go home but suddenly 5 upperclassmen cornered her. They forcefully took her into an empty classroom to execute their evil plan. Lucy fought back however they were so strong and her strength alone was not enough against 5 boys. They were about to unbutton her blouse when unexpectedly one them got knocked down.
It’s been 6 months since you and your boyfriend, Harry Styles of One Direction messy break up. Messy in the sense that you two were a sobbing mess realizing that your three year relationship wasn’t working anymore. It mostly due to the constant distance between the two of you, since you were both constantly on tour, in a studio somewhere, or visiting family and friends. Tonight was the night of the Billboard Music awards and the first time since your break up that you would be in the same room as your ex and a possible sighting. To say that you were extra nervous, this particular award show was an understatement. Not only could you possibly run into Harry, but you were performing your brand new, never heard single that was about your breakup.
Once you arrived and did all the red carpet things, you were shown to your seat, which just so happened to be in front of One Direction. Now your nerves were really getting to you. It was a official, you were going to see Harry for the first time. Luckily for you, the boys didn’t get to their seats until just before the show started. During the host’s opening monologue, you happened to look towards your left and you ended up catching Harry’s eyes. He smiles a bit to you with a nod while you respond the same. Had he been staring at you…You thought. You didn’t have much to think about before they came to get you to take you backstage to get ready for your performance.
After changing into a beautiful, flowy, white gown, touching up your hair and makeup, they take you out to the stage. You walk up to the microphone stand and you wait until they announce your name.
“And now it’s time for one of the most, if not the most, anticipated performance of the night. She’s nominated for 10 Billboard Music Awards tonight and she’s here to perform her new, never before heard single. Please welcome to the stage, Y/N!” The announcer says.
The curtain then rises up, but you’re still covered in darkness as the music starts up.
“If anyone asks, I’ll tell them we both just moved on. When people all stare, I’ll pretend I don’t hear them talk. Whenever I see you I’ll swallow my pride and bite my tongue. Pretend I’m okay with it all. Act like there’s nothing wrong.” You sing.
You continue to sing the rest of the song, closing your eyes as you feel tears starting to form in your eyes. However, once it gets towards the end of the song, you can’t hold your tears anymore.
“I’m talking in circles I’m lying, they know it. Why won’t this just all go away.” You sing as tears are falling down your face. “Is it over yet. Can I open my eyes. Is this as hard as it gets. Is this what it feels like to really cry. Cry. Cry.” You sing finally before the lights go down.
Meanwhile, in the audience. Harry was watching you the entire time. The boys look over at him at the end of your performance and see that he has tears in his eyes.
“Go to her, mate.” Liam whispers. “Go make it right between you two.”
Harry doesn’t even have to take a second to think before he’s up, out of his seat, and making his way backstage to you.
The sound of the cork leaving your wine bottle and the sound of your current favorite song, Cry by Kelly Clarkson, was all you could hear in your flat tonight. Well, technically most nights for the last few weeks since you broke up with your boyfriend of one year, Liam Payne. You thought that you could be part of that life with him, but you couldn’t handle the distance or the lack of privacy. He tried everything that he could to make you comfortable and to help you deal with everything that comes with dating a member of the biggest band in the world, but you couldn’t. You just missed being able to go out with your friends without being hounded by paparazzi or fans, especially when you weren’t even with Liam. You hated how people always referred to you as Liam’s girlfriend or that member of One Direction’s girlfriend instead of your name. You were hurt by some of the things that were getting sent to you on twitter or on a picture you posted on instagram of you and Liam. All of it was getting too much for you and the only thing you could think of was to break it off with him.
Fast forward to now, and you were miserable. It was times like these when you would pick up your phone and make a phone call to Liam, but whenever you clicked on his number to call, you remembered, he wasn’t yours to call anymore. So, here you are, sitting in the candlelight, downing a bottle of wine, while listening to Kelly sing her heart out over a breakup. Something that you would do, had you not been completely tone deaf. You would think about Liam and how hurt he looked when you said you couldn’t do this anymore. Couldn’t be with him anymore. The way he looked at you, when he practically begged you to give him another chance to make this work, to make you okay with his life, but you just walked away.
The minute you got in your car and drove away, you had instantly regretted that decision. You loved him more then anything, hell, you still love him and deep down you always knew that you would.
“Why won’t this just go away? Is it over yet. Can I open my eyes? Is this as hard as it gets? Is this what it feels like to really cry?” You hear through the speakers. That is just what you were doing, crying. Crying over your broken heart, wishing the pain would just go away, but you caused this. You caused this broken feeling inside of you and you knew that there was only one way to fix what was broken. It wasn’t this song. It wasn’t wine. It wasn’t even a phone call.
You quickly grab your keys, but the small tipsy feeling in your head, reminds you that you had been drinking and it’s best not to drive, so maybe at this moment, a phone call would have to suffice. You grab your phone and click on the on, so familiar name and number. The person on the other line instantly picks up after two rings.
“Hi, Liam. It’s me.. Y/N.” You whisper into the phone.
“So, Louis, this is the first time since I’ve known you that you’ve been single, mate.” One of Louis’ friends states while at the bar one night.
“Yep.” Louis says downing another drink.
“How you holding up?” He asks.
“Perfect. I mean I’m out with my friends, having a few drinks.” He smirks.
“Speaking of drinks, don’t you think you should maybe slow down a bit.” His friend states.
“Actually, I could another.” He says heading towards the bar.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” His friends says getting in front of him. “Why don’t you go home? Mate.”
“Because there’s no one there. No one. I’m alone.” Louis says. “At least here, I’m in complete silence, thinking of her. Did you know she took everything? While we were out on tour. I came home and she was gone. It was like she was never even there.” He says. “Like we never even together. She didn’t even say goodbye, mate. She just left.. I came home and she left a note saying we were drifting apart. That it was something that happened a long time ago, but she was just finally admitting it. She said that she needed to leave like this because it would be too hard doing it in person.” Louis says as tears form in his eyes. “So, no, that’s why it’s not a good idea for me to go home because I can’t face that house alone, not without her. Now, excuse me, I need another drink.” He says before making his way to the bar again.
The bar was now closed, so now Louis had no choice, but to head home. Once the driver drops him off, Louis walks over to the steps of the house and just sits there. Not being brave enough to walk in. It was there, when he completely lost it. His head was in his hands and he just let the tears fall out as he was finally letting himself feel the broken heart that you left.
After he was exhausted from crying, he got up off the steps, debating if he should go inside or go where what was left of his heart was telling him to go.
The pieces of his heart won.
Niall sighs as checks his phone, not seeing your name. No text. No missed call. Nothing.
“Mate, didn’t you break up with Y/N?” Harry asks walking into the dressing room that Niall was in backstage.
“Yeah, but she’s always called to wish me luck before each show.” Niall sighs. “I guess, a part of me was hoping she still would.” He sighs.
“You mean even though you broke up her, you still think that you two can be friends and she’ll still call you before each and every show that you do?” Harry says. “That sounds a bit selfish.” Harry sighs. Niall looks over with a glare. “I’m sorry, but it’s true. You broke up with her. YOU, yet you still want to be her friend without considering her feelings about this. The breakup is still fresh, give her a chance to get over you.” He says.
“Can I tell you something?” Niall says.
“Sure.” Harry says.
“I didn’t really want to break up with her.” Niall sighs.
“Then why did you?” Harry asks.
“Because… I don’t know how do this.” Niall says. “I haven’t had many serious girlfriends in my lifetime, especially with this life. I didn’t think it was fair to her for me to be gone all this time. She deserves someone who is there for her.” He sighs.
“I get where you’re coming from, but don’t you think you should have given Y/N the choice instead of making it for her.” Harry says.
“I really messed up, Harold.” Niall sighs putting his head in his hands. “I really love her.” Niall whispers sniffling.
“Then maybe you should tell her. I mean I’ve never seen you cry over a girl before, so she must really mean a lot to you.” He says.
“She won’t want to talk to me after what I did.” Niall says wiping his eyes.
“I could see why you would think that, but the fact that she flew all the way here.. I beg to differ.” Harry says.
“What do you mean?” Niall says looking at Harry.
“H-Hi, Niall.” You whisper standing in the doorway.
Brązowowłosy chłopak zasiadł przed wielkim pianinem. Słowa, wersy, a nawet poszczególne strofy chodziły za nim już od jakiegoś tygodnia, ale dopiero teraz znalazł czas, by usiąść i móc je spisać. Rozłożył przed sobą gruby zeszyt i otworzył go na ostatniej zapisanej stronie, ręce układając na klawiszach instrumentu. Po kilku chwilach w wielkiej sali jednego w miejskich teatrów w Londynie dało się słyszeć pierwsze takty piosenki.