everyday wanders

I don't even know your name.
  • *based off the song by Shawn Mendes*
  • *I kinda cringe at this but it's worth a shot*
  • I saw you standing there, My mind was taken over by your brown eyes that somehow shined in the dim room.
  • I dont know if I was drunk or not, I didn't remember much from that day.
  • It was long before I saw you sit down. Alone.
  • I would have walked up to You, Would have talked to you, I would have done anything to see them eyes again.
  • But I was pulled back by Pj, He asked what drink i wanted, I replied to him quickly without thinking.
  • As I turned around you weren't on the sofa any more, I searched the room for you, only to see you beside Me, ordering from the bartender.
  • _______
  • I said hi and you replied with a slightly drunk smile, But I could tell it was genuine.
  • "Hey", You said, taking a sip of your drink.
  • "How are You?", I asked, trying to make small talk.
  • "I'm good now that I have someone to talk to", You smiled.
  • I remember, we talked for a few hours, I made a stupid joke and you laughed at it, Your smile was somehow beautiful.
  • We ordered more drinks, both of us becoming even more intoxicated.
  • You led me to the bathroom, your hand in mine.
  • You pinned me against the wall, Gently somehow, You were so gentle with everything you did, wether that was with the way you spoke or the way you touched Me, You were always so gentle.
  • You had your lips against mine, my hands tugging at your shirt.
  • It was a drunken mess but it felt right, I knew I wouldn t regret it.
  • We didn't take it far, we both knew that was going too fast.
  • I led you away, we smiled at eachother, My head hurt from the amount of alcohol I had consumed but it didnt matter when you smiled at me and the pain was gone.
  • We saw a group of people, you looked like you were trying to hide from Them, they had cameras, I understood.
  • But of course they saw you, we both saw them walk up to us and you quickly scribbled on a piece of paper, I took it without looking at it.
  • And then you were gone, Taken with the crowd.
  • _________
  • Turns out you were a celebrity I had never heard of.
  • I walked- no, I staggered home and almost immediately collapsed on my bed, The alcohol I had drunk that night was too much.
  • I forgot to check that piece of paper.
  • I think I dreamt about You, I don't remember properly.
  • I only remember waking up, In the dream, I only saw a tall silhouette, somehow the dark eyes glowed and it's the only feature i could see.
  • Nothing happened, I was propped on my elbows, just watching the shadows and it was doing the same.
  • Then I woke up.
  • Everything was so quiet and lifeless, my head hurt so much and my throat was dry, I went to the kitchen and downed a few pain killers with water.
  • I remember staggering to the kitchen and putting my clothes into the washing machine, a piece of paper fell out of the pocket of my jeans, I checked it and saw a number written messily on it.
  • Someone picked up the call on the third ring.
  • "Hello?", They said, they're voice hoarse.
  • "Who is this?"
  • "You called Me.."
  • "I found your number on a piece of paper in my jeans"
  • "Ah, You", I could hear your grin, "How are You?"
  • "You still haven't told me your name"
  • "That doesn't matter right now"
  • "But-"
  • "We made out last night"
  • "Oh...um"
  • "Don't worry, It was great"
  • _____
  • You were always on my mind, I couldn't  sleep properly, couldn't eat, I could barely form a sentence.
  • It had it been a few days, I hadn t called you, I was too shy.
  • I got through work somehow, altough I was constantly drawing you on my notebook, I would get weird looks from my co-workers but I didn't really care, How could I care about other people when you were on my mind?
  • "Why do you keep drawing that one random person?", Pj asked as he say down to eat lunch with Me, of course I left my sandwich untouched.
  • "Um-I, No reason, I just like drawing it", I spluttered, stuffing my notebook into my briefcase and bending the pages slightly.
  • "You know, He looked a bit like someone I keep seeing in magazines", Pj told me.
  • I knew he was talking about you, "W-what's his name?", I asked, desperate to know who you were.
  • "I don't know, I just keep seeing him"
  • I sighed without replying.
  • "What?"
  • "Nothing", I said, getting up and leaving.
  • I took my phone out of my pocket and picked the contact I had saved as 'nameless'.
  • _______
  • "Hey, you", You said down the phone, it made me blush, I'll admit that.
  • "Hi, Can you please tell me your name?"
  • "Why would you want to know my name? Names are just sounds we use to label ourselves"
  • "Shut up, you dork", I laughed, I could hear you laughing to.
  • "I dont know your name either actually"
  • "You mean the sound used to label me?", I smirked.
  • "Yes, I dont know the sound that is used to label you"
  • "That sound is Phil"
  • "Nice sound"
  • "Thank you, altough, you should probably thank my parents"
  • "Ah, Yes, the parents, when do I meet them?"
  • "After you tell me your name.....and buy me dinner"
  • "I'll have to wait then"
  • "Why wont you tell me your name?"
  • "I don't know, it's fun to know you're thinking about me"
  • "Seriously?"
  • "Yeah, Its cute"
  • "Shut up!", I laugh down the phone.
  • "Make me"
  • "I will if we meet up"
  • "Sounds like a plan"
  • You told me to meet you at the coffee shop that was just around the corner from me.
  • It wasn't long until you had your lips against mine and my hands travelling up to your hair.
  • The coffee shop was luckily empty, apart from the woman behind the bar that was listening to music through her headphones and couldn't care less that we were making out in the corner.
  • I pushed you away, "I-I still dont know your name", I muttered, Looking into your lustful eyes.
  • You held a finger to my lips, "soon", You whispered softly.
  • _______
  • The morning after tore me apart, The daily newspaper was delivered, I looked through it and suddenly stopped, dropping the paper immediately, Running into my room and grabbing my phone, I was reading the words over and over, They were imprinted into my mind:
  • Dan Howell caught making out in corner of local coffee shop with mystery man.
  • Followed by a picture of us on the green armchair that I remembered as a place of happiness.
  • I didn't even think this sort of stuff would be printed into a newspaper, It wasn't news-worthy.
  • I called you, You answered, The fist thing you said to me was "I'm sorry", Followed by a small sob.
  • "I-Dan.."
  • "Well now you know my name"
  • "Yeah"
  • "I'm sorry", You said again.
  • "Its-It's okay", I replied.
  • "Really?"
  • "Yeah, Dan, It isn't your fault"
  • "Thank you so much"
  • "Its no proble-", I heard shouting coming from your end of the line.
  • I could only hear a few "Dan Howell!"'s and one person shouted, "Who was that man?!"
  • "Shit, They found out where I live"
  • "Dan?"
  • "Ive gotta go"
  • "Dan?", The line went dead.
  • I didn't hear back from you since.
  • ______
  • I hadn t heard from you in at least a week, your calls went voicemail, you didn't reply to my messages.
  • I searched your name, It said you were some sort of ex-band member.
  • It made sense.
  • I had no idea where to start looking, I didn't know where to go, who to talk to.
  • I called again, It went to voicemail, again.
  • I spent hours everyday, just wandering up streets, Looking  for any sign of you, I found nothing.
  • I searched through magazines, nothing.
  • Nothing.
  • I couldn't take it, I sat in bed, tugging at my hair, Craving you and your beautiful smile, your eyes that seemed to brighten my day, your soft voice and kind words, I missed it all.
  • _______
  • Even the lack of the 10 minute phonecalls we had was killing me slowly.
  • I missed your cocky personality.
  • I missed your stupid remarks.
  • I missed your lips.
  • I missed your name.
  • I missed you.
  • If I couldn't sleep, eat or work earlier, I definetly couldn't now, It wasn't good, It wasn't healthy and I didn't know why you were doing it to me.
  • ____
  • I remember when I found you, I should have been happy but you were shaking, You were crying, you were curled into a ball in the corner of your living room, your for head resting on your knees.
  • You called me, told me the address, I got in the back, past the paparazzi, You told me you couldn't take it anymore, you wanted to be normal, you did want people chasing you around with cameras, making everthing you do public.
  • And I understood.
  • I sat down next to you and wrapped my arms around you, I felt your body relax and I laid your head on my lap, stroking your hair in a comforting manner.
  • You were breaking and I was trying to fix you, bit by bit.
  • It was slow, but it worked.
  • I snuk you through the back of your house, you had a small bag of only important belongings, I held your hand, Running my thumb over he back of it.
  • We walked back to my flat, I let you sleep, you needed it, I saw the bags under your eyes and the way your hands shook slightly.
  • I got in bed beside you and you immediately wrapped your arms and legs around me and nuzzled your head into my chest.
  • I hugged you back, It was comforting for the both of us.
  • "Thank you", I heard you whisper, And you hugged me a little tighter, I stoked your hair.
  • "No Thank you", I whispered back.
  • ________
  • We had been together for 2 years and engaged for 3  months.
  • remember when I proposed.
  • We went on holiday, to Paris.
  • I brought you onto the Eiffel Tower, I giggled when you covered your eyes, you were scared of the height.
  • I told you not to worry, I held both of your hands and told you I was there for you and wouldn t let you fall, I would never let you fall.
  • You smiled at me and kissed my cheek.
  • It was such a beautiful view, you were looking out the window when I laced my hand in yours and kissed it.
  • I got down on one knee and saw your lips stretch into a smile.
  • I pulled out the ring and uttered the words I had been wanting to say since I laid eyes on you.
  • "Will you marry me"
  • You said yes, You said yes and slipped the ring onto your finger, you pulled me into a kiss, cupping my cheeks, I held your waist gently.
  • It was beautiful.
  • ______
  • The wedding was even better somehow.
  • Our families both came together, our friends joined to.
  • No one disturbed the wedding.
  • We said "I do"
  • We told eachother that we Loved one another.
  • It was all true, every word.
  • ' Till death do us part.
  • I remember the after party, we cut the cake and you smashed some into my face as a joke, I laughed with you and did the same.
  • You held my hand while Pj gave the best man speech.
  • We watched our mother's tear up and our father's hug us with a pat on the back.
  • We were told we were perfect for eachother, 'a match made in heaven'
  • We were.
  • We were told our love was from a movie.
  • It felt like it.
  • We were told to take care of eachother.
  • And we did.
  • For a while.
  • _______
  • I miss you.
  • We were married for 3 years.
  • It was the best fucking three years of my entire life.
  • I remember waking up every morning to the smell do you cooking breakfast.
  • I remember how I would lace my arms around your bare back in the shower and wash your hair.
  • The nights we spent watching movies, a bowl of popcorn in front of us, we normally got too involved in eachother to focus on the movie, Sharing soft kisses.
  • The way we would talk about adoption.
  • That never happened.
  • We planned to travel the world.
  • That never happened.
  • I miss the way you would whisper in my ear at night, you would always say "We're in love, aren't we?"
  • It made me smile and I would kiss you before laying down and letting you rest your head on my chest.
  • I would stroke your hair until you fell asleep and let out soft snores.
  • I remember Christmas, we'd put the tree up together and you would make fun of my wrapping skills.
  • I loved it.
  • I loved you.
  • I love you.
  • Our movie-romance soon ended.
  • You became weaker, you couldn't do much.
  • I had to help you get dressed.
  • I had to help feed you.
  • You couldn't whisper to me at night any more and make me smile.
  • You were in hospital most nights and I wasn't allowed to stay.
  • I would grip the space on the mattress where you used to lay.
  • They never did diagnose you.
  • I guess, Just like your name, It was just a sound to label you.
  • You wouldn't have wanted to know What It was, you really did hate labels.
  • And I love you for that.
  • Rest In peace....Nameless.
  • I love you.
  • __________
  • The end 
  • You can call me a liar but you just witnessed the death of Danisnotonfire.
  • (Sorry not sorry)
  • P.s I wrote this at 12am


   It wasn’t everyday Invi saw wielders wander in the flower fields, as most would rather go to hills or continue missions. It surprised the foreteller when seeing a wielder sitting there, especially when they were wearing a certain black coat. 

“Excuse me? You’re Ventus, no?” Invi has heard rumors about a wielder named Ventus, as he was known for his incredible skills. They described him with brown spiky hair and blue eyes, as the person in front of her possessed. “Would you mind telling me about the cloak you’re wearing? I’m curious to where you found it.”

Tales of a NPC : Viribus

The city was becoming too crowded with too few supplies. While everyone tried to be understanding of the situation, surely The Forge had a plan and a reason for the situation. That still didn’t change the situation itself. The rule was that a warforged was to live in the city for two years and Viribus had now been here for over one hundred. He was one of the oldest to remain in the city. The city was comprised of nothing but warforged made in the Birthplace. Like all the warforged he knew he had been created with purpose but he had always struggled to really find his. Others came and went, some were assigned to leadership positions by those in power, some worked in the city as blacksmiths, tailors or leather workers. Viribus did nothing. Homes in the city were free and he felt no need for anything else so he had no need of money. Everyday he would wander the streets of the city and observe the people there and everynight he would go home and sleep. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. One day as he was walking the city he saw a man mugging another. It was sad to see, all of them were made the same, all of them were working towards the same goal, so why would they hurt one another? Then it dawned on him. Maybe this was his purpose. With the rate of growth in the city someone needed to be in charge. He had been there so long, he could do it. He could bring order to the city.

We’ll Be Outlaws

For: Dela @delawritesthings

By: Noelle @inficwetrust

A story about tempting fate, making choices, and breaking rules.

Word Count: 11,419

Warnings: None

Main Pairing: Harry/Julia

He’s always twenty-one when he meets her.

He’s always twenty-one but the first time he meets her, she is five. He’s running late to a job interview for an intern position at a publishing company, his tie flapping over his shoulder as he sprints down the crowded street. He checks his watch for the hundredth time, but the minutes aren’t moving any slower, and he’s about two-hundred feet from the intersection when he sees the light change and the cars start to zoom by and he stops abruptly, his chest heaving as he knots his fingers in his hair and checks his watch again.

Keep reading

Request Scenario: You get mad at Yoongi, but then he back hugs you :)

Genre: fluffffff

Word Count: 708

A/N: First of all, I am so so sorry for posting so late. Also, I wasn’t sure wha you meant by blah blah blah, so I just assumed that you meant fluffy stuff. Hope you enjoy it xx


It felt like you could just erupt into flames. You couldn’t even crush your fingers into a fist without your entire arm shaking with the rage that was simmering over your emotions.

Three. Months.

You were denied the feel of his skin against yours, emitting heat into your body. His smile that can only be described with your reciprocating smile. The way he would slowly breathe with his chin nodding closer and closer to his chest as time passed. The occasion mind blowing conversations you would have with him at 3am in the morning just because you two felt like it.

Three months of nothing, but wandering through everyday without him next to you and constantly being surrounded by posters, the television, and the inevitable fans. The perfect scene would be Min Yoongi dropping that notebook and coming your way. That one notebook with every single untouched white sections filled to the brim with the black ink that seeped through. Even when Yoongi didn’t need to, you knew his mind was always swimming with new lyrics. Everything that made his heart tug any ounce of anything, into that notebook it goes. Usually you loved watching him scribbling away, knowing that one of those ideas will soon become a song he is truly proud of, beaming every time he gets to explain it to people around him, but not today. Today, you wanted him to hold you in his arms and hear his soothing voice, trying to fill up the past few months; instead, he is hunched over on the couch with his head deep into the pages of lyrics.

“Just a few more minutes okay?” He lowly whispered, trying to not get out of focus, his eyebrows furling and bottom lips bitten.

“That’s what you said an hour ago…” Having given up on trying to persuade him out of his little world, your legs lifted stiffly and planted themselves onto the wooden floor below. You couldn’t help but to feel a slight wrenching feeling in your heart, dragging your legs across the floor, walking towards the small seat by the window.

Reaching out to dust touches on the worn out book by your seat, a deep sigh was released as you reluctantly began to read the book that have been your escape of boredom. It was easily read, your mind returning back to where  you had left of last time. It was like a movie reeling in your head, but you were suddenly pulled away from the fictional world by the strong arms that slid behind your back, wrapping themselves around your waist.

“Yoongi.” The apparent hurt and remaining sting was still in your voice, crackling through.

“I’m so sorry.” His chin was resting on the crook of your neck, his warm breath fluttering against your skin. It was impossible to keep away the racing of your heart while your body perfectly melted against his chest. It never ceased to amaze you how perfect you two fitted with each other, like puzzles pieces, every curve molding along with the next.

“Mhmm…” You played the game a little longer, pretending to be immersed in your novel, running your index finger across the sentences.

“I’m sorry…” His voice was becoming whiney, sad that you weren’t breaking through the stoic expression on your face. Dusting chaste kissing your shoulder, Yoongi knew sooner or later, you will give into the loving touches.

“Cheat.” Slamming your book shut, you spun around in his embrace and cupped his pale cheeks with your small hands.

“In my defense. I was writing about you…” Of course he was.

“Oh yeah?” Foreheads pressed against each other, breaths tickling your cheeks, if only moments like these could last forever.

“Wanna hear it?” Breaths shallowing, something about this was just so intimate.

“When will I ever deny hearing Min Yoongi’s masterpieces.” A smile tugging on your lips, watching Yoongi’s eyes sparkle with your words of adoration.

“I don’t know… my subject was already a masterpiece before so…” His cheesy line causes a groan of disbelief to roll out from your tongue. while your head fell back in laughter.

“No?” The blue-haired boy tilted his head, flashing his gummy smile.

“Maybe not…”


Hope you liked it xx

//gif is not mine//

photo by @randyolson | words by @neilshea13 — One day he went into the forest alone. He had in mind what he wanted. Not every boy knows with such clarity who he prefers for a companion but he had decided on a baboon. The boy somehow captured the animal. The details are vague. This is what he said. To tell you the truth, I don’t believe it. Though he had a certain kind of courage no boy this small has any business chasing dangerous animals around so far outside the Suri village. Especially not in the nurseries of big mother baboons, which are all teeth and banshee shrieking. In any case the beginning is irrelevant. There is always a boy like this, and a baboon without a name. For a while they would be great friends. Everyday they wandered and played together. House to house, aunt to aunt, asking food, wasting time. They are coming to be almost the same age, human and baboon lives passing like satellites, their orbits nearing, nearing. In the afternoons they walked in long cool shadows, just the pair of them. In the evenings the baboon slept curled beside him. It was saddest because you knew it couldn’t last. After this brief perigee the baboon would grow bigger, stronger, surpassing the boy’s young courage, willful and unpredictable as everything that lives. Then the decision so far suspended would come down, and it would not be the boy’s to make. But let’s don’t talk about that. The daydream can play out a little longer. See how the boy has painted its face. See how it holds him, how it desires to be held. This is a dream you will recognize, one we’ve shared. To be understood for a moment beyond words.

For the last six years, Randy Olson and I have been documenting culture, change, and conflict in the watershed that connects southern Ethiopia and northern Kenya. In the August issue of @natgeo magazine we’ll publish the latest in our series, #NGwatershedstories. Join us at @randyolson and @neilshea13 as we follow water through the desert.

#2009 #africa #ethiopia #omoriver #suri #baboon #tradition #rivers #conservation @geneticislands #documentary #instajournalism #instaessay #takenotes #natgeo @thephotosociety #portrait by natgeo

I wasn’t gonna post this on tumblr cos im usually embarrassed about my (well lack of) writing skills but I basically got noticed by senpai so THIS IS FOR YOU willsolacester

Nico had been searching for Will all afternoon, keeping his promise after being let out of the infirmary to ‘Visit everyday or else’. He wandered around the infirmary, the other campers had said he was on his break, they’d just lost another patient and Will had taken it hard, hard enough to stop working for a second.

Nico found him sat in an empty infirmary room, in the corner, his head between his knees. Muffled sobs filled up the room, Will’s shoulders were shaking, his nails digging into his knees. Nico took a step backwards, unsteady. He didn’t know how to comfort people, and he didn’t know if Will wanted to be comforted. Memories of Nico scraping his knee, tears streaming down his face and wails resonating from his mouth. Bianca was there, cleaning the wound, wrapping an arm around him, stroking his back.

“Worthless” He heard Will say between sobs, the words filled with venom. Nico hesitated, still unsure. He opened his mouth to say something but jolted when Will’s fist smashed into the wall with surprising force. Will’s fingers uncurled and his hand fell to the floor limply, Nico hadn’t realised his throat had been closing up till he tried to breathe and choked. Suddenly he realised he was being pathetic, cruel, how could he just watch Will torture himself and worry about his own feelings? In a state of panic he rushed over to Will and called out tentatively.

'Will? Are you okay’ Will’s head jerked upwards, his eyes wide with fear. He opened his mouth to reply, his expression already moulding into façade before he shook his head and it crumbled away. Will slumped forward, and Nico caught him, leaning back against the wall. He had become a little more accustomed to physical contact after his three days in the infirmary, with constant check ups with an invasive stethoscope. Will rested his head on Nico’s chest and Nico began to stroke Will’s hair, rhythmically and softly. As Will’s sobs turned to hiccups Nico carried on brushing, taking steady breaths until Will mimicked them. Although Will seemed to have calmed completely, Nico still couldn’t get rid of the lump in his throat; seeing Will so broken when he was usually so whole and bright made Nico feel unsure that he even knew the boy who was lying in his arms.

'I’m sorry you had to see me like this’ Will mumbled into Nico’s shirt, unconsciously pressing his head up into Nico’s hand, the stroking evidently calmed him. 'It’s just… ’ The words were on the tip of Will’s tongue, but Nico assumed he was still hesitating on whether to share them. 'You can tell me,’ Nico murmured, he didn’t usually care much for sharing personal feelings but he knew the ache in his heart wouldn’t cease until Will wasn’t troubled. Will sighed and the words came flooding out. He talked about his brothers, the pressure of being the head of the cabin, the constant feeling of not being good enough, letting others down. 'All the lives I’ve let slip through my fingers, every single closed eyes reminding me I’m not good enough’ He let out a shuddering breath 'Sometimes I think I’d so anything to be a better healer, or even not be a healer at all. Just to be able to breathe and not remember all my patients that are not’ Will’s expression soured as if the words left a bitter taste in his mouth. 'But there’s nothing I can do I just feel so helpless-’ Will’s breathing began to quickened and Nico realised he was working himself up again. Nico gently lifted Will’s face up to face him and felt a shiver race through the boy’s body.

'Will please, you’re so…’ His words, unlike Will’s, were not rehearsed and he struggled to find the wording 'Strong, brave. You have saved so many lives and you may not think that’s enough, but I know they do.’ Will’s eyes flickered down as he considered this and Nico used his thumb to wipe a tear from his cheek. 'Trust me, as a child of Hades, I know some deaths cannot be prevented and no matter how hard you try, it still happens. That’s life.’ It was Nico’s turn to sound bitter. 'But although some of your patients do not make it, you have saved so many more. Focus on them Will.’ Nico cursed himself internally, the words were barely comforting but they were all he had to offer. Luckily they seemed to have worked, as Will was now rested completely against Nico, his breaths deep. Nico flickered to Will’s face and finally noticed the bags under his eyes, his sallow skin and the sharpness of his features. He looked almost as bad as Nico did after five days in a tank but he had hardly noticed it. Will seemed to glow when he was working and Nico had only seen him working since his three days in the infirmary. Had Will even slept since the battle which had been nearly a week ago? Nico sighed, 'Will you utter idiot’ he thought to himself and awkwardly scooped Will into his arms, bending into a shadow just beside him. They appeared in the Hades cabin and Will’s eyes widened, his strength returning as he readied himself to scold Nico for shadow travelling. Nico hushed him and dropped him onto the bed. He shook off the dizzy feeling and turned to Will 'Get some sleep, it’ll be quieter here and I won’t let anyone in’ Will opened his mouth to argue, but the fatigue behind his eyes must have won as he sunk back into his pillow, promptly falling asleep. Nico staggered to his bag and took out the nasty tasting gum Will had given him, chewing until the nausea subsided. As he watched Will’s sleeping face he felt an unfamiliar surge of a mixture of worry and fondness. Will’s blond hair was splayed across the pillow and he seemed to shine in the gloomy setting of the Hades cabin. Nico leant against a wall, stoically watching over Will and he felt a sense of importance rush through him. Everyone felt pain, on varying degrees. Whether if was because they had to fight through Tartarus alone, watch their father succumb to madness or constantly be at blame for a loss of life. But maybe they could find a little solace in each other.

My photography blog is http://photographybyanne-street.tumblr.com/

I’m a young self taught photographer in NYC with a photo blog of my everyday wanderings - sometimes including commissioned work or currently it’s backstage pictures from New York Fashion Week.  Photography is my way of capturing and preserving moments and memories.

Close as Strangers Calum imagine

Makes one imagine that (Calum’s girlfriend) dies and he does close as strangers to her, reminding her? I know it’s sad, but it would be perfect <3

Word Count: 885

NOTE: I hope this is your request! I hope I followed it too.

“I’m sorry mate…” Luke softly puts his hand on Calum’s shoulder, as he walks away. Calum looks at you with his painful eyes, as one tear slipped down. “I’ll always love you..” he stood up and kissed your forehead. Walking to the door, he took one more glance at you. Saying his final goodbye. And last time seeing you.  

@Calum5SOS: “I lost someone important. But mostly the love of my life.." 

Never in his life, he was this sad. His heart broken into million pieces. Even though he was a laid back guy, he wasn’t laid back on this one. You guys dated for 3 years. He never forgot the times you and him had together. Looking through old photos on his old phone, he saw so many good times. And the worst part was, he was going to ask to marry you. But it was too late, when you got into the car crash. He felt like he was nothing anymore. But it wasn’t going to stop him.

He had your phone in his hand. You never actually let him look at it or even take it. He unlocked it and saw your wallpaper was him and you. He smiled softly and then looked over your photos, countless cute stupid selfies, and you and him. There were so many photos of him and you. "Y/N… I miss you so damn much..” he closed your phone and wiped his eyes. 

During the concert, Calum decided to sing something they never sang stage before. “Okay we’re going to sing Close as Strangers! Dedicated to my amazing girlfriend Y/N, who I lost two weeks ago, I just wanna say thanks for all the support guys. I wrote this song about her awhile ago, and I hope you guys enjoy it.”

Six weeks since I’ve been away
And now you’re sayin’ everything has changed
And I’m afraid that I might be losing you
And every night that we spend alone
It kills me thinking of you on your own
And I wish I was back home next to you

Oh, everyday
You feel a little bit further away
And I don’t know what to say

Are we wasting time
Talking on a broken line?
Telling you I haven’t seen your face in ages
I feel like we’re as close as strangers
Won’t give up
Even though it hurts so much
Every night I’m losing you in a thousand faces
Now it feels we’re as close as strangers

Late night calls and another text
Is this as good as we’re gonna get?
Another timezone taking me away from you
Living dreams in fluorescent lights
While you and I are running out of time
But you know that I’ll always wait for you

Oh, everyday
You feel a little bit further away
And I don’t know what to say

Are we wasting time
Talking on a broken line?
Telling you I haven’t seen your face in ages
I feel like we’re as close as strangers
Won’t give up
Even though it hurts so much
Every night I’m losing you in a thousand faces
Now it feels we’re as close as strangers

On the phone
I can tell that you wanna move on
Through the tears
I can hear that I shouldn’t have gone
Every day gets harder to stay away from you
So tell me…

Are we wasting time
Talking on a broken line?
Telling you I haven’t seen your face in ages
I feel like we’re as close as strangers

Wasting time
Talking on a broken line
Telling you I haven’t seen your face in ages
I feel like we’re as close as strangers
Won’t give up
Even though it hurts so much
Every night I’m losing you in a thousand faces
Now it feels we’re as close as strangers

Six months since I went away
And I know everything has changed
But tomorrow I’ll be coming back to you

He cried during the performance. The boys gave him a hug, and he sang his expressions. He was happy to sad. He missed everything. After the show tonight, he went home and sighed. Finally he was alone. He felt like crying again. “I miss you so fucking much.. I wish you were here next to me again.." 

Calum went on instagram, posting a very old photo of you and Calum back in 2011. His old fetus hair, and yours. You were kissing his cheek and he was smiling like an idiot. He captioned "Best girlfriend I ever had. Thanks for making me happy these 3 years.. I love you." 

The fans were so sorry for him. He loved you so much. And they knew it too. Everyday, he would visit your grave. Missing you everyday. He would always wander his arms around his bed, and once he woke up, Calum forgotten you died. You were his life. Wishing you guys never fought over the stupidest thing that day.

"Calum? You alright mate?” Calum stood up and opened the door, seeing his 3 mates. “Yeah.. I’m just heart broken..” they all gave him a group hug. “It’s okay. We miss her too. Lets get your mind off her. C'mon, lets go play laser tag,” Michael smiled. He nodded and they went laser tagging. He would never forget you. 

-Kelly :] x