Ok, so if I did a star wars story it would be about a couple of femaie jedi who fall in love in a chaste aesthetic kind of way. All about the meeting of souls through the force during the final stages of the clone wars. As fear grips the jedi council the pair are accused of falling from the way of the jedi. Pushed into fleeing they desert pursued by agents of the council who believe they are in league with the sith behind the conflict…
About halfway through the clone army would turn on the jedi and the chase changes from a secret fleeing into the shadows of the empire kind of thing into a helter skelter ride from an entire galaxy out to kill them. Much like a thelma and louise across the stars.
The idea would be to play on the ideas of whether love being a weakness is true or not. We hear a lot of love going sour and being a corrupting force in other stories in the starwars universe. So what if it remains true and lifts us to a better place and however bad love can make a jedi, it can also raise them higher. It’s simply the gamble that the council can not, will not make.
As requested a part 2, you can read part one here.
Niall: You really didn’t like this girl. Maybe you were feeling territorial because you’d been drinking. You smell Harry before you feel him wrapping you up in a hug from behind. “Harry!” You were so relieved to see his tall figure, a break from all the mushy couple action. “Hey beautiful, glad to see you here.” He pecked you on the cheek, and said his hellos to Niall and his girlfriend. You leaned into talk to him, so they wouldn’t hear. “I’m so glad you’re here. They’ve been disgusting.” “Are you jelly, y/n?” “No. I just don’t want to watch her suck a hickey the size of the UK on his neck.” Your arms were crossed, scowl on your face. “Someone sounds a bit defensive to me.” “I’m not. Come on. You haven’t drank enough.” The four of you ended up piled in a booth, full beers surrounding you, and a waitress approaching you with a pile of food for Niall. “Niall, you ate before we left.” “Yeah, I know, but I’m a growing boy!” “I hate how skinny you stay.” “Genetics,” he mumbles through his food. “And is there anything else I can get for ya?” Harry looks over at you. “Want to split something, babe?” “Sure. Get whatever you want, I’ll pick off of it.” Harry places his order and the older waitress beams at the two of you. “You two make such a lovely couple. Those babies will be gorgeous.” Your mouth pops open a bit and Harry wraps his arm around you. “Thank you. We’re planning on having kids soon.” She smiled again and walked away to place the order. Your elbow digs it’s way into his ribs as you bust out laughing. “Why do you always have to do that?” “Whaaat? Everyone always thinks we’re together. It’s more fun to play along. Now gimme a kiss baby mamma!” His lips are puckered up and you slap his arm. “Not in a million years!” “Don’t act like you don’t want it, babe. I see you checking me out.” He’s grinning with both of his dimples and you can’t help but laugh again. “Oh of course, you know I can’t resist.” While you and Harry are engaging in your usual flirt bickering, Niall is angrily chewing his food. It was bothering him today, watching Harry fawn all over you and making you giggle. He wanted to make you smile and poke at you. “What’s wrong, baby?” He turns to look over at his girlfriend suddenly realizing everything wrong with her. She was clingy and kind of annoying. “Why are you ignoring me? Are you staring at her?” She’s whisper yelling now and Niall doesn’t want to hear it. She huffs and storms out of the restaurant. “What’s her problem?” He just rolls his eyes and get’s up to follow her. “What is your problem Niall?” “You. You’re clingy and kinda annoying and jealous.” “What are you trying to say?” “I- I don’t want this anymore. I’m done, Lily. We’re done.” “Ugh, god I knew you were fucking her!” She storms away to her car and Niall shrugs and walks back into the bar to find you by yourself without Harry. “What happened, Niall?” “I told her to take a hike. She was getting annoying.” You grin over at him and switch to his side of the booth. “Good job, Nialler. She was a horrible wench anyway, all wrong for you.” “Well it’s starting to feel like no one is right.” You grab onto his hand and give it a squeeze under the table, laying your head on his shoulder. “I think I’d be right,” you mention casually. “Yeah? Maybe. I’ll have to think it over,” he teases. You punch his arm with your free hand. “So you wanna do this then, you ass?” His hand squeezes yours back. “Yeah, more than anything."
Liam: "Where have you been, Liam?” “It isn’t really any of your concern is it?” He brushes past Sophia, heading to the bedroom. “Well I think it is, considering you’re gone all the time and come home smelling like some other woman.” “I was hanging out with my sister.” “Don’t lie to me! I know you were with that filthy little skank. You said you were done with her!” “Don’t call her that. She’s my friend.” “You don’t fuck your friends, Liam.” “I’m not fucking her!” This was the same fight they went through all the time. Over and over. You didn’t know why Liam continued to stay with her. The next day Liam asked you to come over. And once again you ended up tangled in the sheets, too addicted to him to stop. Until a key turning through the door was heard. “Shit, she’s home.” “You mean you didn’t break up with her?” You should have known better. “Well, I was going to tonight!” You gathered up your clothes, and without thinking headed for the closet. How could he do this to you. You felt so stupid for believing this time would be any different. And even if he did break up with her, what’s to stop him from cheating on you? As she walked into the room, you made your decision. You get dressed and walk out of the closet. Sophia turns around in surprise and then shoots you a nasty look. “What the fuck is she doing here Liam?” “I’m not gonna do this anymore. I’m not continue to be the bad guy, Liam, while you play the victim. I can’t. It’s not fair to either of us to be treated like this.” “Y/n, wait!” You walk out of the apartment head held high. Liam was going to get an earful from her and you knew he deserved it. You really loved Liam, but nothing was going to change. You weren’t anybody’s side dish and it was time you started acting like it.
Harry: “I’m sobering up,” you pout. “Me too.” “We should go back to the hotel.” “Alright then, up we go.” He pulls him self up and reaches down his hands to help you. You slide your arms through his button up and look up at him. “Piggy back ride?” He smiles. “Hop on, then.” You make it back to his room, shed all your clothes besides underwear and his shirt and climb into this bed. It was fine, you told yourself. Just friends innocently sleeping next to each other in bed. Friends that have admitted they want to be more than friends, but you didn’t want to think about that right now. You cozy up to Harry, and fall into a deep sleep. “What the fuck is this?” You wake up to the shrill yelling of a femaie. Harry is sitting up, rubbing his eyes. “We were just sleeping,” he drawls. “That’s bullshit. I hope you have fun, asshole because we’re over!” She storms out and you flinch at the slamming of the door. Harry lays back down, pulling you into him. “M'tired. Let’s go back to bed.” “Harry, your girlfriend just broke up with you.” “Don’t really care. Love you more anyway,” He mumbles falling back asleep.“ You smile at how precious he looks, hair all over the place, face smushed against the pillow. You place a light kiss on his lips and do just as he wanted. Fall asleep. When you wake back up, there’s a grinning Harry staring at you and holding a tray of food. "I ordered room service.” You stretch and prop yourself up. “You’re rather cheerful today.” “Why wouldn’t I be? It’s a beautiful morning in Miami, I’ve got my beautiful girlfriend here with me. What more could I want?” You look around the otherwise empty suite. “Girlfriend?” “You, silly.” You lean back into the pillows. “Girlfriend… that sounds nice.” “Well I’d hope so.” You climb into this lap. “It’s perfect.” “I’ve waited so long for you,” he mumbles into your hair.
Zayn: Zayn had texted you not too long ago asking if he could come by. Of course you had said yes. It had been about 9 months since you had met him and Perrie, and your feelings for him had only gotten stronger. You had convinced yourself he was meant to be with you. If only he wasn’t dating one of your now good friends. A knock on your door shook you from your thoughts and you got up to answer it. There he stood, bag in hand. “You have another fight?” “Yeah.. could I just crash here for the night. Until things calm down.” “Of course, Zayn. You know you’re always welcome.” He set his bag down and you settled into the couch. “I hope you’re hungry, I ordered takeout.” He smiles over at you, leaving you a little dizzy. “That sounds great, babe. It’s been a rough week.” “Wanna talk about it?” “Maybe later. I just want to spend some time with my bestest mate in the whole world.” He wraps his arm around your shoulder. It still stung to hear him call you a friend. You sigh quietly. When the food gets there, you share as usual. In fact, this scenario played out way too frequently. Zayn comes over upset after a fight with her and stays with you. You share food and watch bad movies and it’s almost too much sometimes. You’re watching something boring on TV now and you poke at his stomach. “Hey, what’s that for.” “You looked like you needed a good poking.” In an instant, he’s tickling you back, pinning you underneath him on the couch. You stop a few minutes later, out of breath and stunned by how close his mouth is to yours. Before you can act, he’s sitting back up and answering his phone. You can tell by his face that it’s her. “Alright, I’ll be home in a bit.” You lean against your couch. “Well that was Perrie, she wanted to talk.” “That’s good,” you lie through your teeth. “Yeah, but thanks for everything, y/n. You really are my best friend and I don’t know what I’d do without you.” He leans in for a hug and a kiss on the forehead. “Zayn, wait. Before you go there’s something I have to tell you.” “Yeah?” “Don’t go back.” “What?” “Why do you keep going back to her? You’re always fighting and she’s all wrong for you.” “Y/n… where is this coming from?” “I have feelings for you, Z. I always have. And I’ve tried to push them away, but it isn’t working and I don’t want to hold it in anymore!” He looks stunned at your confession. “Y/n…” You look down, avoiding his eyes. His hand reaches to pull your face up. “Y/n, I love her. I love Perrie. No matter how much we fight. I hope this won’t ruin our friendship, but you’re like a sister to me.” You’re fighting to stay composed while he’s still there. “No, I didn’t mean to unload all of that. I know you love her. You should go work things out with her now. I’ll be fine.” “You sure?” “Yeah, yeah. Go.” “We can talk about this tomorrow if you want?” “Yeah, sounds good, Z.” His eyes linger on your face for a second before he gives you a peck on the forehead and stands up and makes his way out the door. The door slams and all you can do is sob. It’s heavy and you feel like your throat is closing up. Zayn didn’t love you like you loved him, but at least you had told him how you felt. That didn’t make the heartbreak any less painful though.
Louis: You both pull away, his forehead touching yours. “Lou…” You’re tearing up, too many emotions to process how you really feel. “I felt it too, y/n.” He leans in to press his mouth to yours again. His lips are soft and firm and it’s the best kiss you’ve ever had. “Why are you crying, doll?” “I should feel guilty, but I don’t. I’m being an awful friend right now, but I can’t stop thinking about how much I’ve wanted to do this.” “I’m going to break up with her as soon as I see her. I promise. I want us to have a proper go at this.” You nod up at him. “Are we bad people, Louis?” “Not at all. Don’t think that. El and I have been over for a while. It’s just been difficult to admit that.” He grabs onto your hand. “If it makes you feel better we won’t do anything else until I’ve ended things.” “Alright,” you mumble. “Come on, let’s get you into bed then.” Just as he promised, he’d broken things off with El and she wasn’t too upset, she’d been planning on doing the same. A few weeks later, you’re straddling his lap in some hotel in Spain. "Have I ever told you how sexy you look in the morning?“ You laugh. "Quit the shit, Lou.” “I’m not kidding. When you’re wearing my clothes and your hair’s all messy. I think all kinds of naughty things.” You rock yourself down on his lap. “Oh yeah? What kinds of things?” “Well they involve getting you out of those clothes and underneath me.” You grin, and pull his shirt off your body. “I like the sound of that.” He smiles and rolls you over onto your back. When you’re both laying there after, glow on your faces, he leans down to kiss you. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, y/n.” “I bet you say that all the girls.” “Just this one. She makes me want to yell that I love her to the whole world.” You gasp a little, you hadn’t said those words since the start of your relationship. Just as friends. “In fact, I’m gonna do that right now.” He leaps out of the bed and opens the balcony door. “Lou!” He’s already out there, yelling at the railing for all of Spain to hear. “I, LOUIS TOMLINSON AM MADLY IN LOVE WITH Y/F/N Y/L/N!” You’re in the doorway with your mouth dropped open. “Louis! You’re mad!” He turns around with a grin on his face. “Mad about you, my love.” You throw yourself into his arms, too crazy about him to care what the magazines and fans were going to say about his little stunt. “I love you too, Louis. You crazy, crazy boy."
Some of it broke my heart a little, but it’s done. I spent forever rewriting and I’m sorry if you were expecting happy endings for all of them, but that’s not how real life is. :( And if anyone is treating you like a second option you need to kick em to the curb. No one deserves that, not even for a celebrity. xx Send me preference ideas!
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