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The Art of Letting Go.

PROMPT: After you know Harry is cheating on you, all you leave behind is a tear stained letter. 

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There’s no way that I deem appropriate to start this letter. 

How about: “Hi, how are you doing love?“ 

But that sounds so funny to me, we do live together after all. Or at least used to. But I still wouldn’t know how you’re doing anymore, anyway. 

I’ve always thought you and I were happy with what we had, I’m sorry I didn’t realise you weren’t happy earlier, I would’ve left before it got down to this. And I want you to know that it tears me to shreds, that I have to write everything that’s related to us– in past tense. 

And I don’t want you to feel bad or guilty– that is if you still care enough about me to feel like that. 

Now I feel really stupid and I don’t know why I’m still writing this, I should’ve just left, I just know I can’t talk to you face to face anymore. 

I’m glad you’re happy even if the cause is someone who’s not me, I know you’ve been stressed lately, you had a lot on your mind and I wasn’t there for you as much as I’d wanted to. I just wish you hadn’t lied to me though, and I wish I didn’t find comfort in your words the way I did. 

You can say I’m mad at my self, more than I’ll ever be at you, because, I knew what’s going on– not in its entirety, but that gut feeling was there, I was a coward for not confronting my self and ending this misery for the both of us. 

But can I really blame my self? I loved you too much for it to be easy– letting you go, that is. 

But anyway, this is getting long and I have to go. I’m sorry for everything. 

Y/N xx 

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A heart wrenching sob can be heard amidst the quietness in Harry’s flat. And he knows, he has no right to be heartbroken. 

But he is. 

He remembers why he fell in love with her. The way she smiled at him– like there was no one else important in the world but him, how she always knew how to make things better, how to keep him sane and insane for her. And the way she was always so considerate of his feelings– even now for fucks sake! When he ripped her heart and stomped on it till it turned paper thin. 

But what he doesn’t remember is when he forgot all of this. Was it the seductive looks he got amidst the chaos of his hectic life? Was it the thrill of knowing that this is something he’s not supposed to be doing? Was it worth it? He doesn’t think so, and he had been beating himself over being so aware of what he did, and that he fucking did it, because you didn’t deserve this. You really didn’t. So he clutches the paper that has such fragile feelings written on it, and vows to never hurt you anymore, that’d he’d let you go because who was he to ask you to stay? 

 It’s true, what they say. 

“You don’t know what you have until it’s gone” 

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 A/N: Ello! 

 Hope you enjoyed this! Have a nice day xx

#6 He Gives You The Silent Treatment

Harry: He had been giving you the silent treatment all day, though you hadn’t an once of a clue what for. As the hours of silence dragged on, you began to feel annoyed, then angry, then hurt. You were so hurt by his ignorance, you even cried a little while making dinner. He ate in silence, as did you, until you dismissed yourself from the table. As you sniffed, walking away, you didn’t miss the hint of guilt in his features, or the way his eyebrows dipped in concern. When you were all ready for bed, wearing your own shirt instead of his as you usually do, he cleared his throat. You jumped, turning around. “You startled me,” you whispered, having not expected him to make a sound. “You’re not wearing my shirt,” he mumbled. “I-I didn’t think you’d want me to,” you said, a little confused. Without a word, he took off his shirt from that day and tossed it to you. “Put it on, please,” he whispered. Quickly you did, then slid into bed, him following your movements. He laid behind you, your back to his front, as he kissed your neck then whispered, “I’m sorry for being a jerk. I love you.”

Liam: It was all rather amusing. You had a cold, so you were refusing to kiss him, afraid he’d get sick. However, he didn’t like the concept. He decided to ignore you until you kissed him. “Liiiaaam,” you groaned, “c’mon, you know I can’t.” He sat on the couch, emotionless with his arms crossed. “Li, babe, talk to me.” You decided to crawl up next to him, and began poking his cheek as you robotically repeated, “babe, babe, babe…” After getting nothing more than a blink, you sighed. “Fine. I’ll kiss you on the cheek. Happy?” He smirked, and as you leaned in to kiss his cheek he quickly turned his head so your lips met. “Victory!” he yelled, throwing his arms up in justice. You rolled your eyes before laughing, “C’mere you.”

Louis: The two of you were on your way back from the night club. Louis was driving while you sat giggling in the front seat, as drunk as could be. He was annoyed because, in your drunken state, you had begun grinding on Harry, whose cheeks were a deep shade of red by the time Louis pulled you off the dance floor. “Lou,” you giggled. “Lou boo. Looouu. Lewis,” you laughed, trying to get his attention. “Lou, look at me!” He ignored you, keeping his eyes on the road. Getting no reaction, you thought of an idea and smirked evilly. You reached over and began trailing your fingers over his crotch, teasing him. He stiffened, eyes going wide. You began to palm him through his jeans, to which his head fell back as he moaned, “Babe…” You quickly pulled away your hand and grinned, “Gotcha,” as he stared at you incredulously. 

Niall: He had been ignoring you since you told him you met up with your ex for a quick lunch. You and your ex were on good terms, and were even friends, so it shouldn’t have been as aggravating to Niall as it was. “Ni…” you sighed. Getting no response, you got an idea. You smirked, going to the bedroom and slipping on some black lingerie Niall had bought you. You called his name from the bedroom, and when he turned around his eyes grew wide as they trailed down your body. You saw his breathing go rigid and he swallowed. He strode toward you, leaning down to kiss your neck, but you put a hand to his chest, stopping him. “Ah ah ah,” you said, “First you have to say my name.” His breathing increased as he said, “(Y/N)…” You shook your head, “Louder.” “(Y/N), please, don’t tease me.”

Zayn: You were close to tears as Zayn went on to his sixth hour of not saying a word to you. He had his back to you, as you teared up. “Zayn,” you whispered, getting nothing. You finally let out your tears as you sobbed, “please talk to me. I’m sorry.” As soon as he heard you crying, he quickly spun around, his face falling. “No, baby, don’t cry.” He rushed toward you, engulfing your body in his arms. “Sh, sh… It’s okay. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” He stroked your hair as you continued crying into his chest. “I d-don’t like when you ignore m-me,” you whimpered. “I promise I’ll never do it again,” he soothed, then kissed your hair.

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Miscarriage.

You didn’t talk. It was almost like a scary atmosphere around you both. You were always the happy couple, always together. The pregnancy made you both glow with excitement and everyone was so excited. It was all going so well. Harry was excited and was more prepared than anything he’d ever done. You, on the other hand, had been clothes shopping (Harry had participated in this too) and already had a whole wardrobe full of clothes for you little girl. Your womb didn’t shape properly, ending in no little girl for you both. You, felt completely responsible for this. Harry felt responsible too. It had been two weeks since you last had a genuine conversation with each other. You had stayed at Perrie’s for a few nights and Harry had stayed at Niall’s.

You felt empty. Not only the lose of your child, but your partner too. You needed him. He needed you. Especially now. You woke up, to an empty bed like the past couple of weeks, and looked at your clock. It was half three in the morning and there was a glow from the hallway. You got out of bed and grabbed your robe. You walked quietly to find the source of the light. Walking out your joint room with an absent partner to find his office lit up. You walked closer being careful not to step on the dip that would make a sound. You peered round the door to find Harry sleeping up right in a uncomfortable position. You looked at your partner of five years and sighed. How did it get to this? You are so in love, yet here you are. You placed your hand on his cheek and stroked it with your thumb. His eyes fluttered open and he blinked slowly. He moved his lips around a little and swallowed. He let out a rusty “Hey”. You smile faintly. “Hi.” You kept your hand on his cheek debating weather it would be more awkward if you left it or dropped you hand. He took your arm and pulled you closer to him, you ended up sitting on his lap. “I’m sorry.” Hi whispered against your arm that he was resting on. “No, I’m sorry. It’s my fault.” He shook his head. “Wasn’t your fault. You couldn’t help it.” He whispered. “I’m sorry for not talking much. I miss you.” He spoke again. “I’m right here.” You said pressing a kiss to his lips. “I’ve been right here physically too, but not mentally for you. I fucked up. I’m sorry. I love you.” He said. You wrapped your arms around him and pulled him closer. “Please come back into our bedroom.” You whispered. “God, I’ve wanted to come back so bad.” He said snuggling his face into your neck. His picked you up bridal style and carried you to your bed. He asked you questions on how you were on the way, weather you were okay physically and how you were feeling. You snuggled up under the covers of your soft bed and cuddled up together. You took in the scent of him and felt at home. Tears started to stream along your face. Harry felt this on his bare body and cuddled you closer. “Everythings okay now.” He kissed your head and he was right. Everything was okay. You had each other. That’s what mattered.

Preference #19: You accidentally turn him on infront of the boys.

Zayn: You and Zayn had been out at dinner with the boys, celebrating their awards that they won at the Brits. You had worn a black, tight, short dress in heels that Zayn absolutely loved on you. You had just finished eating and you got up to use the washroom. “I’ll be right back, guys!” You said cheerfully as you leaned over, pecking Zayns cheek as you got up, making your way to the washroom. Zayns eyes were glued to your ass, and the other boys seemed to notice. “Enjoying yourself, Z?” Niall said with a smirk, as the other boys chuckled. You came back from the washroom, as you see a waiter from the other table took your chair, thinking nobody was sitting there. “Oh, fuck.” you mumbled, not wanting to be rude to ask for it back, seeing how there was already else sitting in it. Zayn was finished his meal, so you shrugged and planted yourself on his lap. You immediately heard a low growl erupt from his throat as he snaked his arms around your waist. You were shocked by the outtake this had been making on your boyfriend, and you blushed when you felt his hard-on against your bum. “Zayn.. You’re horny?” you whispered, making sure he would only hear. He nodded slowly as he swallowed hard, holding you close to him. The waiter quickly came back, apologizing for stealing your seat. He put it back beside Zayn as you got up, sitting in your chair. Zayn stood up as he rearranged his trousers, trying to do his best to hide his erection. “Zayn!” Louis said loudly, pointing straight as his crotch. “Someone’s a bit excited.” Harry said, a smirk on the corner of his lips. You buried your face in his hands as Zayn mumbled slowly. “Well come on, look at her.

Harry: It was just a normal day for you and Harry. You two were sitting on your couch, cuddling. The boys had stopped in, before they picked Harry up for rehearsal. You hadn’t really gotten up yet, so you were still in pajamas. You had excused yourself to go get properly dressed, Harrys eyes trailing over your entire body. You had picked out a pale blue tank top and some jean shorts, frayed at the edges. You came back downstairs, not quite realizing how much the shirt fluctuated your chest. You had always been slightly bigger than the rest of the girls in your neighborhood, but it never really bothered you, nor Harry. Harry’s eyes fixated on your chest, as you walked playfully down each stair; your breasts bouncing. Louis and Niall immediately started chuckling as they saw Harry’s erection, whispering and giggling to each other. Harry didn’t pay attention, but you knew something was up. Harry stood up as he walked over to you, turning you around to face upstairs, as he stuttered. ”(y/n) your-.. uh, your shirt has a hole. Come on, I’ll help you pick a new one.“ He pushed you upstairs as you reached your bedroom, looking at yourself in the mirror. "Where?” you asked, biting your lip. Harry proceeded to push you against the wall and kissed you roughly, as he unbuttoned your shirt. You let him be in complete control. As the moment got more heated, you were both naked within minutes. He was rubbing your clit as you were moaning loud, forgetting the four, rambunctious boys who were awaiting the two of you downstairs. You heard laughing as you widened your eyes, slowly pushing Harry’s hand away. “ Harry! Should we tell Paul you’re going to be late?” Liam shouted, knowing what the two of you were doing. “Yes, please.” Harry shouted back, bringing you over to the bed with a smirk.

Niall: You had tagged along with Niall to his recording session today. He was on a little break and he joined you on the couch. You layed your head on his shoulder as you smiled, biting your lip. “You’re doing good, boo!” You said, smiling at your boyfriend. “Thanks, gorgeous.” He pulled you on his lap as he started tickling your sides. You squealed as you laughed loudly, trying to get away from him, but his grip was too tight. Soon, he stopped, at the two of you were just cuddling. You had been at the studio for a good three hours, and you were slightly tired. You rested your head on his chest as you fell asleep. You found yourself dreaming about Niall; he came home slightly drunk, it turned you on, and you guys were having very, rough sex. You started to moan, clearly unconscious. Niall had refused to move you off his lap, as your moans made him horny. His cock was growing as he swallowed hard, rocking you back and fourth slowly. The boys had come into the room, curious why they were hearing moans. Niall pressed a finger against his mouth to keep them quiet, as you kept moaning. The boys quietly snickered. That woke you up. You sat up and crawled of Nialls lap, as he groaned quietly. He was wearing grey sweats, so his large erection was quite noticeable. “So, (y/n), what’d you dream about?” Zayn asked with a smirk, as the rest of the boys laughed.

Louis: You and Louis had been out for a daily stroll as you saw Niall and Zayn at the park. You had run over to them, your legs in your jeans looking absolutely amazing. Louis had his eyes glued to you as he bit hit lip, starting to imagine the dirty things he could do to you. You all were sitting on a blanket in the park as you decided to play truth or dare. “So, (y/n), truth or dare?” Niall asked, smiling at you. “Uh.. dare!” You said. “I dare you to do the most flexible thing you can.” You raised your eyebrow at this odd request, and Louis did the same. But of course, you weren’t a chicken. You got up and raised your leg, slightly hanging your head back to touch your foot to your head. The Scorpion. Louis widened his eyes as he crossed his legs, slightly palming at his erection as he shook his head. “(y/n).. Come sit.” He said. He waved you over as the boys looked at him, giggling and pointing out his erection. “Hah! Louis!” Niall said, as he looked over at you. Louis hung his head in embarrassment as you giggled, knowing the slightest things you did could turn your boyfriend on.

Liam: You and the boys were out drinking, just for a fun night out. You had a few shots, and to be honest, you were feeling slightly tipsy. You were leaning over the bar, trying to get more shots. Liam saw you, and looked around. He was sort of nervous that your sexy pose would attract that losers trying to get laid a the bar. Liam had come up behind you, and being the goody goody he is, he didn’t drink too much. He was sober, But that didn’t stop him from finding your actions incredibly hot. He pulled you against him, him already being semi hard. You slowly grinded against him as the other boys sat their awkwardly. “Uh.. Liam?” Harry said, trying to break the silence as Liam was already nearing his orgasm. Liam gasped, opening his eyes as he pulled away from you, his erection clearly noticeable through his tight jeans. He swallowed hard as you turned around, kissing him roughly. He eventually ignored the boys, returning the passionate kiss to your lips as he pressed himself against you. You had to admit, you were slightly wet, and you grabbed his hand. He raised an eyebrow as you pulled him into the janitors closet, hoping it had a lock. You both knew the boys wouldn’t shut up about this the next day.

#4 He pulls a few strings for you

Harry:

“I JUST HATE THIS SELFISH , EVIL WORLD!!!!!” you bang the door as you make your way towards the couch and plopped down on the comfortable cushions. “Looks like someone had a bad day ” Harry comes from behind and starts massaging your shoulders. This usually calms you down in an instant. But today it just wouldn’t work. Everything was fine till today afternoon. In fact you were more happy and excited than you had been in a few weeks. Yesterday evening you recieved a mail from Miss Catherine , senior manager of the company you have always dreamed to work in. She had called you for an interview today evening sharp at 5. You reached at quarter to 5 all dressed and ready to impress them. But once you reached the office , instead of being shown the way to go and meet miss Catherine  , the receptionist told you that the job has already been given to someone else. You went mad. After a huge argument with her did she finally reveal to whom was the job allotted. Michelle Johnson. Sister of the famous actor Michael Johnson.  (A/N : Just imagine some actor , I didn’t want to name any. Soo…) You were enraged. She used her brother’s name to get the job while you slogged for hours to get that one call. When you reached the end of telling Harry what happened exactly , you were on the verge of tears. “How could they , Harry? How can people just use somebody’s name to get what they want. And how can people even agree with just for their benefits. Why do they forget their promises to others?” you whined. Harry could bear anything in this whole damn world , but tears in your eyes. He just couldn’t stand them. He somehow hushed you and tried to make you fall asleep. Once you did fall asleep he carried you to your bedroom and laid you down on the bed. He gently kissed your forehead. He knew what to do. He took his phone and went downstairs. He knew that you hated this but he still had to do it. After all he just couldn’t see his baby unhappy. “Just make sure you don’t take my name” he whispered to the person he was talking to on the phone. The next day you get an other e mail telling about the grave mistake done by their receptionist and that there still is a job left for you. And everything was back to normal and Harry was smart enough to not mention about his phone call. 

Liam:

You just loved shopping with Liam. When you were little and you used to go shoppin with your mum and dad , it was more like just you and mum. Your dad was least interested whether you get the floral top or the plain green t-shirt. So you had this mindset that all the boys loathed shopping. But that wasn’t the case with Liam. This suprised you when you two started dating. His fashion sense was simply superb. He gave you the best opinion about which shoes would go with this shirt and what jewelery with that dress. You were really happy that Liam had two elder sisters who trained him really well. “Babe , how about this ?” he asks holding a beautiful turquoise gown for your friends wedding after two weeks. “Omigosh Li! Its gorgeous!” you exclaim. “Really?” he looks at the dress doubting his own choice. “Well , I don’t think its that gorgeous. Well I think it lacks something” “What?” “A gorgeous lady wearing it” he smirks at you. “Cheesy” you say but there is still a smile and light pink blush on your face. “Go on babe try it out” he hands you the dress and gives you light push in the direction of the changing room. You tried the dress on. It was perfect. You walked out to show it to Liam. When he saw you his mouth opened slightly and remained open for a while. You looked stunning. “You are probably going to look much prettier than the bride” he said making you blush even more. “Stop it” you cover your face get in the trial room again to get back into your clothes. “This dress is amazing. I’ve got to buy it. Even if it is a bit out of budget. This dress is totally worth it.” you think while searching for the price tag. Your eyes opened wide when you saw its price. Yes , it was out of your budget. But not little out of your buget like you thought. Way , way , way out! You couldn’t spend so much. And that too on a dress. Sure it wasn’t just another dress but… You walked out with a frown on your face hanging the dress back on its rack. “What , wait I thought we were buying this?” Liam asked puzzled. “Its out of my budget.” “Well then let me pay for it.” “Liam” say in the matter-of-a-fact of tone you use whenever Liam tries to buy you something. You hated to use his money. “Please” he pouted “You may repay me later.” Yeah. You could repay it later. If Liam doesn’t take the money , you’d buy gifts for him. Yes! You were about to agree but..you remembered Liam never carries money. You don’t allow him to. When you had just begun to date and went shopping like this he used to trick you into letting him pay your bills. So you had forbid him from carrying any money. “You don’t have any mone Li” you said sadly. “And just let it be. There will be another beautiful dress.” you begin to walk when “Wait” Liam says and walks to the cashier. You see him talking to the lady there and sign something. He comes bag to you with a big grin on his face. “We can take the dress now and pay later.”  He says simply. “Wha-” “She has a daughter who is a fan” Liam winks at you

Niall:

“And they didn’t even warn me or give me some time to adjust or make other arrangements.” you whine , tears refusing to stop. You were fired from your job. Well it wasn’t a job exactly. Just picking up the phones , fixing appointments , bringing tea or other small stuff. But they were important. They paid off your bills and your uni fees. You still had two years left for graduation and you had no idea how are you gonna bring money for the fees and your books. Niall held you close and rubbed your back. He was trying his best not to cry too , seeing his princess cry. He knew how emotional you were and had to stay strong for you. “Babe , we can search for a new job. A better one that too. You are sooo capable. You would ace anything. And till you get a perfect job I can always pay your fees.” He offered with a smile. “But Ni-” you tried to protest but he place his finger on your lips. “I think thats enough for a day , princess. My mum used to always say that no matter how big the problems are , you will always find a solution. We will find a solution. But no more thinking and worrying tonight. We wil leave it for tomorrow , okay?” you nod. You slept soon , tired from the day’s events. But Niall couldn’t. He somehow had managed to console you and promise that everything would be fine. But how? It was difficult to get a reasonable job in a populated city like London. And you would never want to use his money for a long time. He did not get it why? But he did not want to hurt you either. He had to do something. After a lot of brainstorming he finally got an idea. Modest! Management. There surely can be a job for you. And here you were sitting in their office applying for a part time receptionist’s job. “So , Y/N , shall we discuss your salary.” “Salary?” you were puzzled “Don’t y'all want to ask any questions?” “No actually” they smiled at you. “Niall has told us enough about you.” In that one sentence you understood what he did for you. Your heart filled with admiration for him.

“They didn’t even ask me any questions , you know. Just gave me the job” you said putting your arms around his neck. “Congrats , baby!” he kissed you. You looked into his eyes pulling back from the kiss. “Thank you” you whispered.

Louis:

“We are really sorry ma’m , but you need to book the hall for any function at least 2 months prior.” “But there is no function on 12 th right? Then what is the harm in giving us the hall.” “ We are sorry madam” “But-” “Forget it Y/N” your friend pulled you back trying her best not to cry. She was searching for a nice wedding hall and she simply loved the amibience of the place you were currently standing in. But just like the 3 other places y'all are coming from , this to needs early booking. “Y/F/N if we don’t talk to them then they never are gonna agree.” “I know ” she exhaled rubbing her 7 month pregnant belly. It was just 2 weeks earlier that she and her boyfriend well now fiance thought that it would be great to get married before the birth of their baby. But now there was no place available and she had no idea what she is going to do. You dropped her home and told her not to worry and everything was going to be just fine. Just fine? You yourself didn’t know how are you going to make things fine. “Hey babe! How was your day?” Louis greeted you , opening the door. On seeing Louis’ face you got an idea. Louis! Of course Louis would help. You have never asked Louis for anything. Sure he wouldn’t turn you down this one time. “It was okay” you frowned “But seeing you makes it better.” you smiled at him , the sweetest smile ever. You put your arms around his neck. “Lou , I need a favour from you.” you pouted. You knew it very well how he just couldn’t resist it. “ There is nobody in this entire , big city ready to give a hall for Y/F/N’s wedding” Louis chuckled. “And what do you want me to do about it?” he asked , already guessing the plan. “Well they said no to me and Y/F/N” you frowned “but!” you grinned wide , “they would never tell no to the Louis Tomlinson from the biggest band on the planet!!!”  You looked up to him with hope in your eyes. He removed your arms from his shoulders and walked away. You thought Louis was mad at you and started feeling guilty about asking him to use his name. “Now why are you standing there like a statue. Go and tell Y/F/N that the venue is almost booked.” Louis said already dialing the number.

Zayn:

“I am sorry m'am , but all the rooms are booked” “What booked?!?! I had called and booked my suite weeks ago. You cannot just turn back now.” Your vaction with your friends in Paris is on the verge of getting ruined thanks to the man calling himself a manager. You and your friends were looking forward to this holiday and this guy just spoiled everything. “Yes , Zayn ” you said picking up his phone. “Did you guys reach Paris?” “Yes we did.” “Y/N , you promised you would call. I was so worried if y'all reached properly or not” You weren’t even listening to him. You were so tensed about where to stay. It was 12 at night and you didn’t know where to go. “Y/N?” “Huh- yeah?” “I asked if y'all checked in your hotel?” “No. Not yet I mean” “Why?” And you told him the entire story of how your months and months of planning went wasted thanks to this hotel. “Baby , don’t worry. Just give him the phone.” “What are you gonna do Zayn?” “Trust me babe. Give him the phone.” After about 5 minutes of hearing okays and sures from the manager did he finally hand you your phone back. “I am extremely sorry madams. Let me take you to your rooms” he said gesturing the bellboy to take your luggage. You made a mental note to Thank Zayn as soon as you reach your room.


A/n: Tell me how it was please!?

Preference #67 You're Both Famous: Fashion Week

Niall:

You were going to be featured in the Givenchy showcase so Niall was more than willing to go and support you! He sat front row and flashed you a thumbs up as you passed, it was hard for you not to smile but as soon as you were done you got to join him for the rest of the show.


Liam:

Working on Gossip Girl with all the designer clothes and outfits had its perks; you got to attend many different fashion shows and even fashion week. Although Liam wasn’t always interested in the “latest trends” and what not you still brought him along. It was a nice way to be able to spend some time together.


Louis:

You loved fashion to say the least. Being an up-in-coming designer gave you the chance to attend fashion shows worldwide including New York’s fashion week. You always brought Louis along because he was somewhat interested in clothing as well, maybe it was just from being around you but either way you enjoyed the company. 


Harry:

Neither of you really had a “reason” to attend fashion week but I guess being a celebrity has it’s perks. You and Harry both enjoyed getting dressed up so it was actually fun to see all the new and upcoming styles that the two of you would soon be wearing.


Zayn:

Often times you were invited to fashion week just because of your celebrity status but you actually enjoyed going. You loved clothes and so did Zayn, so it was perfect for the two of you and a great chance for you both to spend time together. You never missed a chance to bond over clothing. 

420. With friends like these... (Requested)
  • Harry: Girls night out was supposed to be fun, a night for you to get away from everything but that was not the case tonight. Your friends took it upon themselves to set up a so-called ‘intervention’ for your relationship with Harry. You stopped listening after you realized what they were doing, you didn’t know whether to storm out or fight back. In the end you just needed Harry so you decided to just leave. You were surprised at how far you made it before you fell, considering your high heels and slight buzz. You ignored the stinging and blood dripping down your knees as you dialed Harry. “Hi kitten, how’s girls night?” You’re not sure if it was the pain or Harry’s voice but you started to cry. “Where are you?” the tone of his voice quickly changing. You told him the street corner between sobs. “Don’t move. I’m coming to get you.”
  • Liam: Girls can be pretty nasty sometimes, and sadly your friends were no exception. Most of your fights were insignificant, just petty things girls fight about, but every now and then someone would strike a nerve with you, attacking your relationship with Liam. One day you were too good for him, the next he changed you for the worse and this time someone tried to suggest that maybe you needed to find someone in your league. When you stormed through the door Liam knew you had a fight with your friends. He stood in front of you and stopped you from angrily pacing the floor. He wraps his arms around you tightly and peppers your forehead with soft kisses. Once you calm down he pulls away from you, “C’mon. I’ll make some tea and you can tell me all about it.”
  • Louis: Louis came home a few days early to surprise you. It’s been months since you’ve seen him so you didn’t even think twice about cancelling your plans with your friends. You expected them to understand, considering your situation but they lashed out at you. You sulked to the couch and laid your head in Louis lap. “You okay love?” he ran his fingers through your hair. “No,” you huffed, “they’re mad at me. They said some awful things. I don’t even know why we were friends.” Louis pulled you up and guided you to his lap. “They’re not mad at you they’re mad at me. You’re just too amazing, everyone wants to spend time with you and I’m lucky enough to have you.” You kissed him sweetly and nestled into his chest.
  • Niall: Your friends had managed to drag you into some petty argument, insisting you had to take a side. Whenever things like this happen Niall always seems to be your voice of reason. You can’t help but feel a little guilty fighting with your friends over something so trivial, since you see how hard it is for Niall to keep friends around for the right reasons. “Ni, I don’t know what to do,” you vented over the phone, “They’re both being stupid. I don’t even want anything to do with this,” you admitted. “I know princess. But they need your help. You know you’re the glue that keeps them all together, just like you keep me together.” You were quiet while you processed Niall’s advice. “Just tell them the truth, remind them of why you’re all friends in the first place.”
  • Zayn: Your friends were never keen on the fact that you were with Zayn. They were convinced he was everything the media portrayed him as but for the most part they kept their opinions to themselves, ever since your first fight about it. Little did you know that they were only keeping quiet to use you, they leaked your private conversations about your relationship to the media.You locked yourself in the bathroom too embarrassed to face Zayn. “Baby please, just let me in,” he tapped lightly against the door, “I don’t care about any of that stuff. I just need to know you’re okay.” You cowered to the door and opened it. He wrapped his arms around you protectively and thumbed away your tears. “They can tell them whatever they want, it won’t change the fact that I’m in love with you.”
  • Written by: Anna
Preference #47: Hair

Liam: “You trust me right?" You asked again, turning on the razor and starting to get excited about what was about to go down. "I trust you, but I’m not so sure I trust you to shave my head." You rolled your eyes and slowly reached forward and buzzed off a chunk of Liam’s hair making him scream and reach up to touch the now missing chunk of hair. "Well I gotta do it all now." You giggled, leaning down and pressing a kiss to his cheek and he closed his eyes. "Just do it." And you did, and he loved it.

Louis: "Here, you can’t go out with your hair looking like a mess." You threw Louis a beanie and he tugged it over his head without responding. "I’ll be home later." He walked over to you and kissed your forehead once quickly before leaving without saying another word. You and Louis had gotten into an intense fight last night and you hadn’t slept a wink, considering the massive bags under his eyes you assumed he didn’t either. He also slept on the couch, making his hair a terrible mess.

Harry: "I know you wanna leave so c'mon baby be with me so happily." The boy’s sang, warming up their voices only about ten minutes before their concert started. You were currently attempting to tie your green scarf around Harry’s head to hold his hair out of his face. It was kinda your thing, Harry would always wear something of yours on stage, he said it brought him good luck. But tonight he wanted to wear your scarf, so you tied it around his head, holding back his crazy hair.

Niall"Y/N can you come here a minute!?" Niall yelled from the other room where Lou was doing something to his hair he wouldn’t tell because he said he wanted to keep it a secret. So you walked into the room to find your once blonde boyfriend now your lilac boyfriend. "Oh my god." You giggled, running your hands through his slightly purple hair. "Do you love it." He asked and you nodded, "You should do yours like this too then we can match." He laughed as you shook your head, "No way." 

Zayn: "Skunky can you run me my glasses I think I left them in the bedroom." You yelled from your spot on the couch, too lazy to get up yourself. Soon enough your glasses were handed to you by a glaring boy. "What did I do?" You asked, confused as to why you were receiving a death glare. "Really? Skunky? Is that necessary?" He asked and you couldn’t help but laugh, reaching up and tugging at some of the blonde hair "You were asking for it when you did this to your hair." 

The Model Series #48 Two Year Anniversary Part One

Harry: “Damn this traffic!” You swear, the SUV barely moving along the packed street nearing the airport. Not only were there mobs of fans present to catch any glimpse of you and Harry walking into Heathrow, some stupid taxi had swerved and caused a crash that made traffic stand still for hours. “I would say get out and walk but it’s too dangerous!” Harry sighed next to you, reaching over to grab your hand. He squeezed it gently, rubbing circles over it with his thumb–a calming gesture. Because it wasn’t a band function, yours and Harry’s trip to the Caribbean, you weren’t permitted to use the band’s private jet so by the time you finally arrived at the airport, you had missed your flight. You anxiously wait in the lounge for the next flight, seven hours later. You sleep from pure exhaustion for the entire flight and wake up excitedly at 2 am when the plane lands. It takes a few more hours to drive to the exclusive resort on the beach and by the time you check into your suite the sun begins rising. “Babe….babe c'mon!” Harry pulls you onto the private strip of beach and somewhere along the way loses his shirt. “We’re here!” Harry yells, running towards the water. You smile at him before racing after him. He turns around just in time to wrap you in his arms and pick you up, both of you laughing. “No fans….no family….no paparazzi….just us.” He whispers happily.

Louis: When you and Louis first discussed taking a trip together, you never thought you’d end up in the middle of a desert on the back of a camel trekking with retired couples and a guide that spoke two words of English. But, here you were. “Babe…check me out! I’m a total camel-whisperer.” Louis tries to balances without holding onto the reign of his animal and ends up falling over, swinging so he is gripping the belly of the spitting animal. You laugh hysterically, fighting to keep your own balance, as the guide hurries over to help Louis right-side-up on his camel. “Oh shut up,” he sulks as you continue to laugh. You propel your animal next to Louis and kiss him on the cheek sweetly, apologizing without words. He smiles and you grin back at him, urging your camel faster. Soon you and Louis are galloping across the hot sand, the wind blowing your hair back as the rest of the tour group sits and rests in the shadow of a massive dune. The guide chases after you, yelling something in a language you’d never heard before, but you could care less, laughing as Louis’ camel refuses to run any faster, leaving him far behind you. You stop at the top of the biggest sand dune to let your camel rest, further away from the group than you thought. You wait for Louis to catch up to you and when he does, neither of you say anything, both of you looking over the endless sand stretching out below you. “Babe?” He says softly. You turn to him. “It’s fucking hot as hell out here.”

Zayn: “I don’t ever want to leave here….” You mumble into Zayn’s neck, cuddled around him in a hammock suspended above the Grecian beach. “Mm,” he moans back, his hand absently tracing the curve of your waist. You arrived in Greece two days before at the beautiful private resort where each suite had its own private beach and service staff. Zayn had pulled you out to the hammock after dinner to watch the sun set over the ocean, mere feet from your perch. You shift your body so you’re lying nose-to-nose with him, the orange and pink-tinted sky painting his face. “I love you….” he says simply. “Do you know that?” You smile and nudge your nose gently against his. “I do,” you say. “Do you know that I love you more than I’ve ever loved anybody? Do you know that I’ve loved you for two years to the day? Do you know that I never ever want to be further away from you than I am right now?” His voice is soft and slow, his sweet words like a lullaby, coaxing you to a drowsy state in his arms. You try to say something, but sleep overcomes you and your eyelids close as you yawn. “That’s okay baby, don’t say anything. Just sleep. I’m here and I always will be.” You force your eyes open, a small smile of contentment creeping across your face when you notice Zayn falling asleep, his arms protectively around you. You press a soft kiss to his stubble-ridden jawline and close your eyes again, falling asleep to the sound of his breathing and the ocean waves lulling on the shore.

Niall: You felt exactly like Rose, to Niall’s Jack, as you stepped on board the Oriana, a luxury cruise liner that had more than enough lifeboats. Niall surprised you with the two week-long cruise as your 2-year anniversary present and you were beyond excited. Your private security detail aboard the ship walked you to your suite door. Actually, it was an elevator instead of a door, but only accessible through thumbprint scans–only you, Niall, and select staff had access to your room. “Niall!” You breathed in excitement. “Happy anniversary Princess, only the best for you.” You were speechless. The suite was a humongous, 3-level, 2 balcony heaven. You walked in a trance around the giant floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking your balcony, which overlooked the front of the boat, before walking absently into the huge master suite that took up two floors and included its own swimming pool. “Niall…..” you ask softly, standing in the doorframe of the two-level closet. “What’s all this? These aren’t my clothes…” “They are now,” he whispers in your ear. You swear your heart stopped beating for a moment as you took in the nearly-full closet of designer clothes. “This is too much Ni…” you began shaking your head but Niall stopped you with a finger to your lips. “I love to spoil you…now go, enjoy!” He set you loose on the closet as he began unpacking your actual bags that just arrived.

Liam: “As cliche as this is, I love you for doing it for me.” Liam teases you, wrapping his arms around you from behind in the small basket hanging underneath the giant balloon. “I wanted our anniversary to be special!” You insist, smiling to yourself. The balloon operator shares your secret smile, but Liam is oblivious. At least, until the end of the long ride when the balloon begins to descend. “Babe…where are we? This isn’t where we left from…” Liam looks confusedly at the landscape below you. “Surprise!” You throw your arms out, causing the small basket to shake. “What’s-what’s this?” He asks, still confused. You point to the castle that gets bigger and bigger as you approach it. “That, is our new home for the next two weeks. Happy Anniversary baby!” You love his excited/surprised look. “When I asked if you wanted to go away you said you had to work!” He mock-reprimands you. “Well, what kind of surprise would it be if I had told you? Now, there’s so much to do in the castle and on the giant grounds and all of our friends are coming up for a 3-day long party next week!” Liam smiles and embraces you tightly.“I love you [Y/N],” he whispers in your ear. “I know,” you smile back, kissing him on the cheek. 

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Another Boy Tweets Picture (1D)

Liam:

@NiallOfficial: (Y/N) tackled him…. Not so tuff now huh Liam?

Niall:

@Louis_Tomlinson: Dumb kids. Don’t you know its snowing outside?

Harry:

@Zaynmalik: (Y/N) is so short Harry had to pick her up ! WOW

Louis:

@real_liam_Payne: HURRY UP you two! Enough of that im ready to go!

Zayn:

@Harry_Styles: Did you know snow is just frozen water?

He Instagrams a Picture of You...

Liam:

@/fakeliampayne: Taking a pic of someone whos taking a pic of me. weirdooos.

Harry:

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@/harrystyles: Flower crown beauty. xx

Louis:

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@/louistommo: Great picture but now im full of glitter thanks babe !

Niall:

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@/niallhoran: such a beautiful voice from a very beautiful girl !

Zayn:

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@/zaynmalik: Loving this vacation and all the amazing views and I’m not just talking about the beach ;)

You get in a fight and his parents are downstairs

Niall: “Your being unreasonable.” Niall yelled from across the room, his hands gripped his blonde locks. “Niall, your parents are right below us, can you keep it down?” The last thing I wanted was his parents to know we were fighting.“ Then stop being unreasonable. You’re making a big deal out of nothing.” Niall was still yelling at you. “You’re not getting it.” You found yourself yelling back. “Your more focused on me being upset rather then why I’m upset. You don’t see to care that I’m mad you because you lied to me. So until you realize why I’m upset and you apologize I’m going to continue to make a big deal out of nothing.” I grabbed my coat, ran downstairs and rushed out of the house; not giving Niall’s dad and step mom to question what we’ve been yelling at each other about. I walked around their neighborhood for at least forty minutes with my hands balled out in the pockets of my coat. The cold raindrops felt good against my skin, in a weird way the rain calmed me down. I could see Niall coming towards me; it was a small neighborhood so I shouldn’t be surprised that he found me. I hurried up and rushed around another corner, trying to get away from Niall; but it didn’t work. I could hear him coming after me. “Y/N.” He yelled after me. “Please Y/N, Please.” I stopped in my tracks and turned around knowing he’s not going to leave me alone. “Thank you, ya know I have a bad knee. Why would you make me run after you?” Niall took a minute to catch his breath, he held up one finger. “I’m sorry I lied to you, I’m sorry I didn’t take your feelings into consideration. I’m so sorry I lied to you. I don’t want you to be mad at me. I promise I’ll do anything to make it up to you.” Niall took your hands into his and you could tell by the look in his eyes that he meant it. “Okay, fine.” You mumbled as Niall swept you up into his arms and kissed down your jaw and eventually made his way to your lips.“ 

Louis: "What do you think babe?” Louis asked you with a smile on his face. “It’s for you.” In that moment you felt like you got punched right in the stomach. Louis, his mum and dad all stared at you and had the biggest smile on their faces. “It’s a great song isn’t it Y/N?” His mum asked but you couldn’t answer, you had to get out of this room. “Excuse me.” You ran up to yours and Louis room and slammed the door. It wasn’t long before Louis was joining you in the room with a confused look on his face. Listening to this song made you an emotional wreck. “Then what’s the problem? Why are you so upset?” Louis tried to grab ahold of you but you pushed yourself away immediately. “When did you write that? Was it before or after?” You insisted and Louis informed you that he wrote it before you suffered a miscarriage. “But of course some things have changed so I’ll have to rewrite it a bit but.” He trailed off. “Louis, you told me when I found out I was pregnant that you weren’t ready to be a dad then you go write this song about how excited you are to have a baby?” Hearing the song made you replay everything that you went through just a month ago. It was too soon doesn’t he know that? “Louis we lost our baby don’t you think you should have waited until we were alone to play this song for me?” Before you started yelling too loud you remembered that his parents were downstairs. “I was going to play this song for you to make up to you for what I said, for me walking away from you, but then I found out.” Once again he trailed off. “I lost that baby too, I was hurt too. So instead of being a bitch about me writing a song for you why don’t you say thank you and tell me you love it? Is that too hard for you? Or you just want to start another fight?” “Louis, I can’t do this right now.” You stormed to the guest bedroom. On top of everything you’re still feeling you don’t need fight with Louis too. 

Harry: “What’s wrong?” Harry asked as he slammed the door behind him. “You’ve been shitty all night. You’ve even gotten an attitude with Jo. Did she do something wrong?” You wouldn’t have to get an attitude if Harry’s dad and step mom wouldn’t have stayed two weeks longer then they said they were going to. “Well maybe I wouldn’t be so pissed off if they would go home. I love your dad and Jo but I need space. They are taking over our house. And no Jo didn’t do anything wrong, she’s been great they both have.” You’re starting to feel like a guest in your own house. “Then what’s the problem? You can’t be rude do my family for no reason.” Harry did have a point and you know how much he loves having his family here, especially since he doesn’t see them all that often, which is exactly why it’s taken you so long to tell him how you feel. “Please don’t be mad at me, I just feel like I can’t breathe.” Harry just shot you looks from across the room. You attempted to walk towards him but he backed up. "Don’t they get on your nerves? At least a little? Like we wake up and they’re here all cheery and happy then I get home and they’re here. We got to bed and they’re still here.“ For the first time in a week I’ve expressing how I really feel. The first week was great, it was nice to get to spend time with them but you’ve had enough. Harry just doesn’t get that. He doesn’t get that sometimes you need space. "Yeah and Y/N?” He questioned. “They’re right downstairs too. Forget that? You’re going to owe them an apology in the morning. You were rude and as long as I’m paying for the house my family is welcome to stay as long as they desire.” It made you sick that Harry was standing up for them one hundred percent, he didn’t try to see your sided and he wasn’t even going to talk to them about it. “Your the one who insisted on paying for everything, every month I try to pay bills but you refuse but since you pay everything and your going to hold it over my head then I’m just going to leave.” You went into the closet you share with Harry and quickly fit as much as you could into your Vera Bradley duffel bag. You rushed down stairs and left the house before you had to face Des and Jo. You didn’t want them to think you had anything against them. You just need to be able to breathe. 

Zayn: “I’ll be right back.” You left Zayns parents sitting on the sofa so you could go and find him. You all were going out to dinner. You found him in the spare bedroom. You were just about to walk out of the room when he called you back. "Zayn are you kidding me?“ You spun around so Zayn could see how mad you were. "What the fuck?” You were livid; Zayn ran out of room to spray paint in his other room so he moved to this room. “What do you mean? I’m painting this room too. I didn’t think I had to run everything by you.” Zayn spat out. “Your not my mom. I didn’t ask you to move in so you could tell me what to do with a room in a house I pay for.” Zayns words cut through you like a knife. “And my parents are downstairs so do you mind keeping it down?” You hated fighting with Zayn, especially since his parents were downstairs and could hear everything. You hated the thought of them knowing you guys are fighting, especially about something as stupid as Zayn spray painting a room. “No Zayn. I’m not going to keep it down. I’m pissed, you can’t just decide to spray paint another room, and especially when that room was going to be our child’s room. I already had it all planned out.” You haven’t told Zayn about the pregnancy yet, you two have been bickering a lot lately and honestly your afraid to tell him. Well you were, now it’s out in the open and he’s standing across the room just staring at you. He’s looking at you and you can’t read him. “Zayn I’m pregnant and I wanted this room for our baby. Now do you see why I’m so upset?” You waited for Zayn to say something, anything but he didn’t. Now you can’t go downstairs because his parents are down there and you’re not ready to face them. “Say something.” You pleaded. You needed Zayn to say something. “We’re having a baby?” Zayn picked you up and held you so close that you couldn’t breathe. “We’re having a baby.” He put you down and led you downstairs where you two officially announced that your having a baby.  

Liam: You followed behind Liam as he stomped up the stairs leaving his parents and Andy on the sofa in the living room. He was muttering things under his breath, you couldn’t quite hear what he was saying and you were sure you didn’t want to know. He got to your guys room, he tried to shut you out but you managed to talk him into letting you in. He sat on the bed and looked at you, his eyes getting watery. “What are you so upset about?” He tried to tell you nothing was wrong but you could tell that he was upset, you know Liam. You know that he tries to act strong, like nothing’s wrong but none times out of ten you can tell when he’s upset. “Your acting all friendly with Andy, telling jokes about me. Y/N you can’t make jokes about me with my best friend.” You laughed a bit and you could tell it was driving him nuts. You shouldn’t be laughing at him that only made him more upset. You tried to apologize but he just ignored you. “Your supposed to be my girlfriend and Andy is my best friend.” He was starting to yell, he was clearly upset. “You guys shouldn’t be that friendly. You two have your own inside jokes that I have no idea about.” He looked up at you with those big eyes. “You two spend a lot of time together.” Liam was questioning you and your relationship. You felt like you got slapped in the face. “How could you think that I would want to be with anyone that’s not you?” You wanted Liam to see that there was nothing between you and Andy. “Maybe if you didn’t give me a reason not to trust you then I wouldn’t have a problem with you hanging out with my best friend.” “I gave you a reason? I’m glad you don’t trust me for any reason at all. That’s great Liam. Now if you excuse me I’m going to go downstairs and go back to playing games. Let me know when you get over your insane jealousy. It’s driving a wedge between us.” You closed the door leaving Liam on the bed, crying into his hands.