he's falling i hope you can tell oh god

anonymous asked:

can u write one from josh's pov where he is madly in love with y/n but she's already got a boyfriend and he can't help but feel heartbroken knowing that josh is just always going to be y/n's best friend

authors note: all i could think when reading this prompt was Jim and Pam, so that’s kind of what I loosely based this off from. This is a longerish fic, hopefully what you were looking for.  Enjoy!

JOSH DUN IMAGINE

“Square up, Y/L/N, you’re going down.”

Josh hovered over your shoulder like a bug that just wouldn’t go away, muttering discouraging words into your ear, trying to distract you from the task at hand.  You had to admit he was doing a good job, because all you wanted to do was turn around and smack him, but you had to stay focused.  A bag of chips was on the line here.

You took a deep breath and pulled your arm back, nothing but sheer determination in your vision, and you let your paper airplane sail.  You watched as it flew through the air, coasting past the copier and fax machine, past the cluster of desks, past Josh’s airplane resting on the floor, until it hit the door to the break room and finally landed.

“Yes!” you shrieked, throwing your hands up in victory.  “I beat you by like four feet!”

Josh stares, stunned at how you managed to sail your paper airplane all the way across the office, but nonetheless, hands you over a dollar to get your bag of chips from the vending machines.

“You really should stop betting on things with me, I always win—“ you gloat, as you both make your way into the break room.

Josh leans against the vending machine, watching you select your favorite bag from the top row.  “No way, you can’t get rid of me that easily.”  

You laugh, shaking your head at Josh’s remark before opening your bag of chips and heading back to your desk.  

Josh watches you go, that familiar sinking feeling becoming prevalent in his stomach, just like every other time you walk away.  He takes a deep breath, trying to regain his right state of mind.  He loved the friendship you two shared, but sometimes he needed a minute to contain all the thoughts running through his head, otherwise his undying love for you might just slip out one of these days.

The hardest part of Josh’s day was at five o’clock, when your boyfriend would meet you at the door and walk out to the parking lot with you.  Josh would smile and wave goodbye, pretending like it didn’t burn every fiber of his being watching you lace your fingers with his and smile into his side as you exited the building.  Then, he’d slowly gather his things and head to his own car, wishing you were at his side.  

You and Josh had been friends ever since you started working in Columbus two years ago.  Two entire years, and Josh still swears it was the minute you walked in on your first day, a spot of dried toothpaste on your chin, that he fell completely in love with you.  

He spent that entire first week getting to know you, and the next planning out ways he could ask you out.  He’d never been more sure that he’d finally met the person he was meant to be with.  His soulmate, if you will.  Josh had been waiting in his car for your gray SUV to pull in one morning.   He planned on exiting at the same time as you, playing it off as a harmless coincidence, and then walking with you up to the third floor.  It was a cold December morning when he saw Lucas for the first time.  Then of course he didn’t know his name.  He knew the man as someone driving you to work, with broad shoulders and a trimmed beard.  He leaned over the center console and planted a kiss right on your lips before making a U-turn and exiting the parking lot.  Josh had let his head drop and made a beeline for the door, trying his best to ignore you calling his name and the gut-wrenching dread he felt.  

That was two years ago, and Josh still hadn’t moved on.  How could he when you sat only feet away from him?  Spreading your infectious laugh and always there to make him smile?  No, Josh hadn’t moved on.  Instead, he’d just learned to live with it.  He swallowed his feelings and instead focused on the friendship that you two shared, no matter how much it killed him inside.  It was always about more than friendship, and he knew it from the start. Even though that is what he loved most about you. Falling in love was quick, easy, inevitable. You would talk and laugh and be happy. If life is a series of moments, then it was those innocent instances that defined Josh for the longest time.

But falling also hurt.  You were his everything. And you were his best friend. You told each other everything, but he had to keep his biggest secret hidden from you.  On that first day, even if she didn’t remember it, he could see a future. Your future together. And for that split second he wanted nothing more than to kiss you, to forget about the rest of the world and focus on you. But there were no messing this up. This was you, and it was really just complicated.

Josh sat in his car in the parking lot the next morning eating his breakfast and occasionally warming up his hands in front of the air vents. Just as he was finishing off his bagel, there was a soft knock on his window. It took him half a second to realize it was you; your coat was zipped up to your chin and your beige scarf covered most of your face. Josh quickly got out of his car and you both exchanged hellos in the still-dark parking lot.

“What are you doing here so early?” he asks, shivering a little in the cold winter air.

“Lucas and I kind of had another spat last night and I wanted to get out before he woke up…" you trail off. Josh’s jaw clenches at the mention of his name.  ”What about you?“

“One of my biggest clients is a morning person, if I don’t call him by 8am sharp, his account is as good as closed, so I wanted to get here early and go over his file.”

“So you got here before the sunrise?”

“It’s a big file,” Josh says with a smile.

You chuckle and then looked over to the far end of the parking lot, “Hey, come with me.”

It was one of those commands Josh didn’t have to hear twice. He followed you, his hand in his pockets and his nose buried in his own scarf. You both walked over to the edge of the lot, and you stepped up on the curb, standing on your tip-toes. Josh furrowed his eyebrows.

“Come on, Josh,” you say playfully.

He laughed nervously before following your actions. He faced the direction you were facing and saw that through the fence there was a perfect view of the distance hills on the east side of town. The sky was thick and dark blue and the hills looked outlined with gold. The sun began to peek over the horizon and the buildings of Columbus went from grays to a bright mixture of yellows and oranges.

Josh glanced over at you as you looked at the view, smiling wide, the sun hitting your eyes. Josh could never quite tell, your eyes always looked hazel and sadly dull in the florescent light of the office, but for the first time his saw their true color: a brilliant green with splashes of brown near the center.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” you asked.

“Yeah, really is,” Josh says, still looking straight at you.

“We should go inside,” you said quietly, noticing his insistent stare from your corner view.  “I’m freezing.”

Josh nods, eyes lingering on the view a moment longer before he trails behind you inside the building.  

It’s habit, more than anything else, that has Josh lingering in the break room when he sees the tired lines in your face three days later. It’s instinct, to ask you if you want to talk. To take a seat at the table before he has a chance to consider the implications of what he’s just offered.

Besides, first and foremost, he’s your friend.

More than anything, he wants you to be happy.  And if there’s something he can do to ease the tension in your shoulders, to watch the frustrated crease in your brow fade back into familiar calm, then he will. Of course he will.

Being the one to elicit a smile from you is worth the cost of his own discomfort.

Patiently, he listens to your perspective on the misunderstanding between yourself and Lucas, he tries to detach himself from the situation enough to give you the sort of sincere and thoughtful advice he’d extend to anyone in that position. But he doesn’t want your thanks — your gratitude that much worse because it’s genuine.  

Josh had served as the backboard for you since he met you.  He was always around to listen.  Maybe he was imagining it, but it seemed like you and Lucas had been fighting more and more lately.  He hated seeing you upset on a daily basis in the break room and he tried to ignore the sliver of hope he felt inside.  

Apparently last night had been bad.  Josh can tell the minute he sees your puffy eyes and quivering lip.  

“What happened?” he asks, concern evident in his voice.

You shrug, trying to be brave, but the tears fall anyway.  “He threw a glass at the wall next to me last night.  He was drunk… muttering about how he thought I was cheating on him.”

“Oh my god—“ Josh said, gut dropping as he imagined how scared you must have been in that moment.

“I don’t think he’d ever hurt me or anything.  But I was scared.”

“What’d you do?” he asks, taking the seat at the table across from you.

You curled your hands around your mug of coffee, “I left.  Went to my moms.  I think it’s over.  I mean, it has to be, right?”

Josh wants to blurt out a gigantic yes, but instead he empathetically furrows his brows and nods softly, “I definitely don’t like the idea of you being scared.” And without thinking, he reaches his hand across the table and touches yours softly.  

Your eyes shoot down to where your hands touch, all of a sudden you feel so nervous.  You pull back and drag your coffee mug to your chest.  

“I should get back to work.”

Josh has a hard time focusing the rest of the day.  It was over.  You said that.  It was over and maybe, just maybe, Josh had a chance here.  He’d be your friend first, of course.  Just like it’d always had been.  He wouldn’t rush you.  But now he had a chance to prove how much you truly meant to him.  He was elated.  Lighter and more hopeful than he’d felt in months.  

It all comes crashing down with the sound of the office door opening and closing. Josh’s fists clench at his side the minute he sees Lucas walk through the doors.  He’s ready to get up and ward him off if necessary; the idea of him yelling at you makes his blood boil.  But he watches from his desk instead, as Lucas makes his way to you, gently tapping your shoulder and whispering something in your ear.  

Your initial reaction is wide eyes, filled with what is that?  Fear?  It fades quickly, morphs into anger.  Then sympathy.  Josh watches as you grab your coat from the back of your chair and willingly follow him up to reception.  You mutter something to the secretary before continuing out the door without looking back.  

“He apologized, and he really was just so sincere.  I think he really meant it.”

Josh nods and takes another swig of coffee, which was lukewarm by now.  He cringes.  

“Sounds it,” he says dully.  Not even he can fake enhance the amount of enthusiasm in his voice.  

“What’s that?” you ask, offended by his dull tone.

He looks at you and raises an eyebrow.  Disappointment and anger and frustration all boiling under the surface of his skin after seeing you and Lucas kissing in the parking lot again this morning, so he decides for the first time in a long time; to be honest.

“No, it’s just I’ve heard all of this before.  It gets a bit old is all.”

“It gets a bit old?” you repeat, stunned by his response.

“Yeah you and Lucas.  He does something nasty, you break up or contemplate breaking up, then he apologizes with roses or chocolates or what was it this time?  Perfume?  Same story, different version.  Can’t blame me for getting bored with it.”

And then Josh walks straight out of the break room and back to his desk, where there’s a light flashing on his phone.  He presses the button and pulls up a chair to listen to the voicemail.

“Hey Josh, it’s Craig from Corporate.  Meant to catch you before lunch, but I wanted to talk to you about a job opening here in Detroit.  It’d be a promotion for you.  More pay, more duties, all that.  Give me a call back with the details if you’re interested.  Thanks.”

It ended in the parking lot, the blooming seed of happiness that lived deep in his chest was fading, right next to his heart.  It was his best friend, his sole support, the girl of his life who made everything just a little bit better. It was you standing there, your jaw dropping with surprise and Josh with his entire heart and soul on the line.

It was Josh that changed the game. This game of yours, the little dance of just barely something more than friends.  He had nothing left to lose, because he couldn’t do it anymore.  So he gave himself an ultimatum.  Tell her you love her.  Tell her and if she turns you down, you can accept the job.  Tell her you love her.  Tell her and if she loves you back, you can live happily ever after.  

The words hang thickly in the air.  “I love you, Y/N.  I’ve loved you since the day I met you.”

You stand still in your spot, eyes watering and eyebrows furrowed with confusion and surprise.  And for a quick second, Josh thinks you might say it back.  But then you drop your clenched fist to your side and you let out a loud, inconvenient sigh and it’s amazing how quick his gut picks up on the rejection.  It drops as you start muttering about how “you can’t” and  “you have a boyfriend.”

“Listen, Josh—“

But that’s all. Because Josh clearly doesn’t want to listen. His hands wrap around you and Lucas has never held you like you’re this precious.  It’s gentle  and firm, warm and large, pulling you softly towards him, gathering you, even as his mouth falls against yours, just as lightly, just a hint of pressure and you feel so small against him, against this unspoken message that he loves you. And it’s powerful.

“Josh—“ you say, finally pulling back.  

He freezes, jerks away, his hands still gentle, even as his eyes are screaming, those big brown eyes that love you. “You’re really going to be with him?”

Your ‘yes’ is locked into your throat and tears fill your eyes, but somehow you can’t look away as you destroys your best friend from the inside out. There are a million reasons to stay with Lucas and only one to leave him, because you maybe love Josh, but you maybe don’t love Josh, and it’s that thought that makes you nod.  

“Okay.”

You can’t blame him when he walks away, when he holds on to your hands for as long as possible, even as he can’t look you in the eyes. You want him to look at you. You want him to fight for you, but you know that’s unfair to ask him. But you don’t want to lose him and you somehow know you’re going to and you need him to understand, but before you know it… he’s gone.

It’s not as if you’ve never seen his desk without him sitting there, because of course you have. He’s stayed home sick, made occasional use of his vacation days, gone on client calls — you know what the office looks like when the shape of him is missing, it’s the permanence of it that hurts.  

As you settle in that first day of Josh’s absence, you hang your coat up and take a seat, You let yourself miss him as a coworker and as a best friend and that’s it. Work will be work, with or without Josh Dun.

But that’s a lie, because of course it hurts like hell.

Each day it’s harder, when it starts to sink in that this doesn’t mean a handful of days out recovering from the flu or visiting his family, but that there is a new and permanent Josh-sized hole in the fabric of you. So you play sudoku to avoid noticing the absence of his voice and

you doodle in notebook margins during conference room meetings to ignore all the jokes he can’t whisper in your ear.  

As the day goes on, regret floods deeper within you.  You always knew Josh was your best friend.  But you probably always always knew he was more than that too.  You just wished you’d been brave enough to see that.

That night you break up with Lucas.  This time, there’s no yelling or screaming or wine glasses thrown against the wall.  It’s respectable and understood that they are just not meant to be.  You thought there’d be a Lucas-sized hole inside of you now too, but there’s not.  Instead, it just makes room for Josh’s hole to grow bigger.  

It’s twenty past five and you’ve got your coat on and bag in hand when the phone rings.

You debate for a moment about answering it — after all, technically you shouldn’t even still be here.

But, well, you are still there, so it’s equal parts obligation and impulse that has you reaching for the handset and saying, “Hello?” with a slightly tired edge in your tone.

“Uh, hey.”

And — oh, oh.

“Oh my god.”

“Hi.”

“Um… Hi.”

Witty. Clever. Exactly the kind of thing you’d imagined herself saying to Josh when you finally reconnected after too-many-weeks of silence.

“Sorry, I needed a number from Mark.  It’s a co-client thing—”

“Oh.”

“—and I was just gonna leave a voicemail, because I didn’t think anyone would be there.”

It’s hard not to wonder if Josh had been making an open effort to avoid you on purpose, if he’d waited to call until twenty past five because you were supposed to be gone and he’s supposed to get an machine instead.  

“Why are you still there?”

“I had to work late.” And then, because that sounds flimsy, goes on. “Well I didn’t have to, but there were just some open files I wanted to finish up.”

“Wow,” he says, the faint tone of amusement in his voice.  “Wow, they’ve really changed you Y/L/N.  Going above and beyond, that’s not you.”

And you’re smiling—because it’s Josh and you aren’t sure your face is capable of behaving any other way around him—but there’s something nervous and careful in the lines of your expression that isn’t usually there. You’ve missed him, but knows that a subtle shift occurred in their relationship that can’t be undone, that things might never be as easy as they once were.

“Everything else is pretty much the same here.” Except—god, no—of course it isn’t.

“Oh…good.”

You change up your previous statement. “A little different.” Because you need him to understand that even though the routines of the office cycle on, no part of that environment could ever be the same to you without him there. Then you ask, “what time is it there?”

“…What time is it here?” He pauses, something uncertain and unsure in his tone. “Um, we’re in the same time zone.”

“Oh, yeah, right.”

“How far apart did you think we were?”

“I don’t know,” you mutter, embarrassed. “It feels really far.” And you can hear his thoughtful, quiet agreement that suggests it’s more than just the miles dividing Columbus and Detroit that’s currently between them.

It took you until the next morning to get your act together.  You were walking into the building, the sun rising across the lot, and you felt it.  A crumpled up piece of paper in your pocket.  You gripped it in your fist before pulling it out, unwrapping the paper and trying to make out the scrubbed words.

You can’t get rid of me that easy.” It was a note from Josh.  One from back before the airplane competition, where they’d bet on how many green M&M’s were in the jar resting on reception.  You’d beat him easily, leaving time to gloat on how he should just give up on betting against you, cause you always won, just like you did every other time you two bet on something.  Josh had left the note on your desk with the soda you’d won.  

You could feel the tears surfacing, blurring your vision as you turned in your spot and starting walking all the way back to your car.  You opened the note up again after you’d sat in the driver’s seat, unfolding the paper and running your hands over Josh’s scratchy scrawl and letting yourself feel what was long overdue.  It all floods in at once.  The despair, the guilt, the regret.  But also the love and admiration and memories of laughing, smiling, feeling lighter than ever around him.  

You didn’t think twice as you flicked your blinker on to turn onto the highway headed towards Detroit.

The city was so close down the road, you could see the outline of hazy buildings out of the window.  You stared diligently ahead, running through what you were going to exactly say to Josh when the time came.  But before you knew it, you were pulling into the parking lot of the Detroit branch, sliding into the spot beside Josh’s car as an automatic reflex, and you still had no idea what you were doing, what you would say. Yet your feet trudged up to the front door, almost like a little girl who knew that you had to admit to your mother that you’d smashed her favorite vase, because it had to be done, you just weren’t quite ready for the aftermath. There were no obstacles now.  No Lucas or unacknowledged feelings and you were sure that’s what scared you the most. What if, after all this time, Josh had just had enough?  What if you just weren’t meant to be?

You walked right up to reception, waiting until the woman hung up the phone before telling her you were here to see Josh.

“Y/N?” his familiar voice rings through the air and when you look over, you can see him taking off his headset and standing up from his desk.  “What are you doing here?” There’s a hint of curiosity and surprise and maybe even a little excitement in his voice.  

You couldn’t tell him here.  You had to go somewhere more private.  

“Could we um, talk?” you say quietly, offering him the slightest smile even amidst your nerves.

“Yeah,” he says, “let me just grab my coat—“ he motions back towards his desk with his thumb, where you see his familiar dark blue fabric hanging off from the back of his chair.  You wait patiently with your arms crossed across your chest, bouncing on the backs of your heels.

“All set?” he says, hand buried deep within his pockets.

You walk down to the parking lot in silence, still pondering what you were going to say to Josh in your head.  

“How’s Detroit?” you asked after thanking him for holding the door open for you.  You wanted to stall as long as possible.

Josh chuckles, “Common, Y/N.  You didn’t drive three and a half hours to Detroit to ask me how the city is.”

You blush, of course you didn’t.  But you still didn’t know what to say to him.  To Josh.  The man you loved, completely and wholly, with everything inside of you.

You could feel your cheeks growing hot as you thought about what you were about to admit.  You’d had so much courage built up inside of you before, but now, it was quickly draining.  You had to say it before you were completely empty.

“I miss you.”

Your heart’s still thumping like crazy, banging against your ribs, and you’re not entirely sure what you just said.

And Josh didn’t say anything back to you, but it wasn’t like you said all the stuff that you were thinking to him.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you,” you continue, your voice wavering.

Josh shakes his head. “I’m okay.“

You nod. There’s a silence, long enough that you worry you’re not going to be able to say it all and nothing will happen and you’ll go back to being scared and afraid. You want to be someone who says what they feel.

“It’s just— the office isn’t the same and… I miss you.  I miss you a lot, Josh. I miss my best friend.”

“It can’t be that way again, Y/N,” he says. “I wasn’t your best friend. I was in love with you.”

“We could be friends now. Just go back to the way things were—“ you weren’t sure why you were burying your feelings again, but it was instinctual.  

"No,” he says. He’s standing so still, arms at his sides.  ”What you miss – that wasn’t friends. That was us… that was me being something more. All the time. And I can’t do that anymore.  It hurt too much.”

You feel kind of sick, but a little voice in the back of your head says you should be grateful for whatever happened, because it was better than being endlessly, endlessly quiet.

“Then I’m really sorry,” you say at last. “Because I miss that.”

“What do you think that means?” he asks, and there’s a little heat in his voice. “What do you think you’re really missing?”

This morning you would have undoubtedly ducked your head and avoided the question, or flat-out lied. Now though, you had driven three and a half hours and you’re standing in front of Josh, far enough away that you have to speak up for him to hear.

“I know what it means,” you say quietly. “And you know.”

He shakes his head, “I don’t. You’ve made it clear you only wanted to be friends.”

“I don’t think I’ve made anything clear,” you say, and for the first time you have the urge to move closer, speak more softly, because this is the hard part, the thing you couldn’t say in front of everyone else. “I should have been honest a long time ago, and I know that, but I couldn’t until I knew what I wanted.”

“Do you?” he asks after a moment, his voice low. “Know?”

You take a big breath, letting the oxygen go to your head, willing back the feeling you had just before you ran up to the third floor. “I want to feel the way I did when I was with you, back before you moved to Detroit.  I don’t want to be lonely, and I want to redo the past two years except it made me figure out a lot of things about myself, so I don’t know. I want stuff to be easy, Josh, and it isn’t, and I thought that maybe if we could be friends again I could have one thing in my life that made me happy, even if it wasn’t what I really wanted.”

He’s quiet for a long time. The wind whips against you, making you shiver.

“Why can’t you say it?” he asks.

“Would anything change if I did?”

“I don’t know, everything changed when I said it.”

“Fuck it,” you say, the cold air filling your lungs, “I love you.  I have loved you but I was with Lucas and I was afraid and I didn’t know it.  And I’m still afraid, but I know it now.”

You stare and wait for his reaction, hoping with everything inside of you that you weren’t too late.  But the look on Josh’s face, the sad, almost pitiful stare, gave you reason to believe that you were.

And your courage drained for good.

“I’m sorry,” you said, wiping a tear falling down your cheek, “I shouldn’t have come.  I’m gonna get going.  It was nice to see you,” you mumble before turning away and heading towards your car.

When Josh saw you turn away, it was as if lightning struck him. All he could see was your back, stiff and tense, walking back towards your car, parked near his, and suddenly he didn’t know what he was doing. He didn’t know how it had come to this. The last several months had turned you both into people he didn’t even recognize anymore, and he blamed himself.

You were all he ever wanted. You were the one he saw in his dreams and imagined in his fantasies for years on end, and he had you. It was supposed to be forever, but all he seemed to do anymore was hurt you. The Josh from six weeks ago would absolutely kill him for that. The Josh from six weeks ago would feel about him like he used to feel about Lucas. Lucas took you for granted, and didn’t consider your feelings.

Like Josh was doing now.

He sprinted toward you, his long legs reaching yours in just a couple of long strides, and he grabbed your arm to turn you around. You had no idea what was happening, but he didn’t stop to explain. He simply wrapped his arms all the way around you, and held you close. You didn’t resist, but you didn’t reciprocate immediately. He pulled you closer. He buried his face in your hair, nuzzled into your neck, and tried to breathe you in. He remembered the electric shock of when you first met (for him, anyway), how it felt to love you and not be able to have you.  He couldn’t let himself let it slip away.

You finally wrapped your arms around him, and he felt a small shudder go through you. You pulled back and he could see your face crumple just before you took his face in both hands and kissed him. When you parted, you were both smiling as said, “I love you” in unison.  He hugged her so tightly he almost picked you up off from the ground.

Double Trouble//TVD & THE PACK

Characters: Scott McCall, Isaac Lahey, Derek Hale, Lydia Martin, Allison Argent, Void!Stiles, Alan Deaton, Damon Salvatore, Stefan Salvatore, Bonnie Bennett, Caroline Forbes, Elena Gilbert, Katherine Pierce, Tyler Lockwood, Reader.

*REQUESTED*

Damon and Stefan showed up to Beacon Hills when they found out Katherine had fled here. They were simply coming to get her, but when they found out she had a partner in crime they had to team up with your pack to help solve both of your problems.

“We just to have to locate Katherine. Stiles can’t be far behind.” Stefan crosses his arms as he examines everyone.

“Mom said to call Katherine. She could trace the number.” Caroline rises from her spot on the couch.

“Yeah, Stilinski said the same thing about Stiles.” Scott looks over at Caroline and shrugs.

“There’s no harm in trying.” Stefan checks his phone for the umpteenth time.

“I could do a locator spell.” Bonnie suggests.

“Or we could just find Stiles and kill him.” Damon raises his glass of liquor to everyone. “That would draw Katherine out…sans Bonbon’s witchy woo powers.”

“Well, we aren’t going to do that.” Isaac raises an eyebrow. “As much as I’d appreciate it.”

“Isaac.” Scott grunts.

“Forgive Damon, he has no regard for anyone other than himself.” Elena throws him a look.

“I just say what we’re all thinking. How important is Stiles anyway?”

“We aren’t killing Stiles.” Derek says over Damon.

“Fine. Don’t bring your wolfy tears to me when everyone gets killed.” Damon throws his hands up.

“We can’t technically come to you if we’re dead…or cry for that matter.” Isaac shrugs.

“Isaac can you be quiet…for like one single minute?” Scott sighs.

“We need need a solid plan. This is going to fail if we all just stand around and fight.” Allison looks at Scott and Isaac.

“Agreed.” Both Lydia and Elena raise their hands.

You stand up, deciding to take charge. “I saw him yesterday.”

“And you didn’t say anything?” Isaac questions.

“Let me finish.” You give him a warning glance.

“He wasn’t void. He was himself. If I could call and get him back home as himself, we can lock him up.”

“Too risky. We have to go to Mystic Falls.” Stefan says.

“Okay, then we leave Beacon Hills and tell Stiles to meet me in Mystic Falls. He’s my best friend, he’ll come.”

“You trust that?” Damon points at you and looks at everyone.

“Yeah.” Tyler shrugs.

“What about getting Katherine there?” Caroline asks.

“I can handle that.” Stefan nods.

You were on the road to Mystic Falls, you rode with Scott, Allison, Elena, and Bonnie.

You dial Stiles’ number, hoping it’s him that answers.

“Y/N?”

“Oh, thank God it’s you.”

“Where am I?” He asks quietly.

“What do you see?” You press your finger in your ear. He was talking very softly.

“I’m with someone…I’m not sure who it is.”

“What’s she look like?”

“She’s got dark hair…I don’t really know. It’s dark, Y/N.”

“Stiles do you know where you are? Even a state?”

“I’m not in Beacon Hills. That’s for sure.”

“Stiles we need you to be a bit more specific.” Scott yells.

“Can I get back to you on that?”

“Not really no.”

“How long has he been on the phone with you?” Elena asks quietly.

You pull your phone away from your ear and look.

“One minute. Someone contact Stilinski.” You whisper.

“On it.” Allison already has her phone out.

“We’re coming okay? I’ll call you in a bit.”

“Okay.” Stiles breathes out. “Please hurry.”

“He got it.” Allison looks at you over her shoulder.

“Okay, where is he then?” Scott asks.

“Right outside of Mystic Falls. Looks like he’s at a motel.”

“We got them.” Bonnie says to Elena.

When you arrive you hop out of the car, Stefan holding you back from going in. “Katherine’s smart. We have to be smarter.”

“Let me go. I can handle it.” Bonnie starts for the door.

“Bonnie, I don’t think you should-” Caroline leaps forward, Katherine swinging the door open as Bonnie approaches.

“Well if it isn’t the rescue squad.” Katherine smirks as she saunters out the door, Stiles follows closely behind her, the same wicked smirk on his face. “He’s fine, you know. He just loves me, don’t you Stiles?”

“How could I not?” Stiles grins at her, giving her a once over.

“We don’t care about the gory details of your deranged, and also quite disgusting relationship. Just give us the kid.” Damon walks over to Katherine.

She smiles, “Damon, you know I can’t do that.”

“And why not?” He raises an eyebrow.

Before you know it she’s got your head pulled back, her fangs are out as she examines your neck. “I could kill her. Right now. Right here.”

“Don’t.” Isaac starts forward.

“Bonnie, do something!” Caroline shouts.

“I-I can’t..it’s like my magic’s gone!” Bonnie starts to panic.

“Yeah…that would be on me.” Stiles smirks. “Sorry, sweetheart. We couldn’t have any witches ruining our plans, could we, Katherine?” He kneads his hands together, almost comically villainous.

“What do you want? Do you have a specific goal or anything or is this just for fun?” Scott crosses his arms.

Katherine gives you a good hit to the head, rendering you unconscious. She smiles as she approaches Scott. “He’s a lot like you, Stefan.” She checks him out painfully slow. “He’s boring.”

“I could kill you. Right now.” Scott growls.

“Me too.” Isaac steps forward.

Derek simply raises a finger. “Yeah…me too.”

Tyler shrugs, the four of them have her cornered. “Add me into the mix here.”

Lydia and Allison are crouched over you, trying to make sure you aren’t concussed.

You rise up quickly, taking in a deep breath. Just as you do, Stefan and Damon capture Katherine. Scott sticks a vervain needle in her neck, injecting slowly. Stefan and Damon tie her up and throw her into the trunk of Damon’s car.

Stiles simply laughs, everyone slowly cornering him. You stand up, your head pounding as you examine the situation.

“You think this is it? You’re wrong.” Stiles steps down in front of everyone.

Damon lunges for him, Stiles quickly retaliating and knocking him off of his feet. “Son of a bitch, kid.” Damon groans.

Stefan goes in, Stiles reacting just as fast. Right as Stefan begins to run, Caroline does too, grabbing Stiles by the arms. Derek assists her, the strength of the two of them successfully trapping him. Scott helps tie him up.

“Really, Scott? You’re going to do this to your best friend?” Stiles teases.

“You’re not him. You aren’t Stiles.” Scott grits his teeth.

“Oh, but I am! It just sickens you to know that your little defenseless human friend is stronger than you.”

“That’s not true!” You shout, defending Scott.

“You too! Everyone loves you and Stiles. The two of you can’t ever do anything right.”

You take a step back, Elena right behind you. “It’s not Stiles talking. Remember that.”

You take a deep breath, “I know. Thank you.”

They load Stiles up into Allison’s trunk, everyone collectively letting out a sigh of relief.

“Let’s get them to the house.” Stefan nods as he gets in the passenger side of Damon’s car.

You all arrive, Damon and Scott escorting Stiles and Katherine to the basement.

“Wait! You can’t leave them together!” You shout.

“Why not?” Scott turns on his heel.

“She’ll compel him. Keep them separate.”

“Smart thinking.” Stefan nods.

Katherine was practically desiccated at this point. Stiles was still void. You were at a standstill.

You walked down to the basement, Tyler with you as protection. “I’m fine, y'know.”

“You’re fine because I’m here.” Tyler raises an eyebrow.

“Don’t get cocky now.”

“Will you two quit flirting and get me some blood?” Katherine groans.

“No.” Tyler states.

“Just let us out. What harm can we do?” Stiles grins.

“Haha. That’s cute.” You give him a sarcastic look. “I’m only here for you.” You tell him and he looks shocked.

“I’m not complaining.”

You open the gate and Tyler takes him upstairs where Bonnie is waiting.

“What’s going on here?” Stiles asks.

“We’re getting rid of you.” Bonnie smiles. She begins to speak incantation, the candles in front of her flaming up.

Stiles groans loudly, dropping to his knees. He screams as he clutches his head, blood coming from his ears.

“Bonnie, is this supposed to be happening?” You begin to panic.

“It’s fine.” Deaton reassures.

Stiles falls to the ground, the blood slowly turning black.

“It’s done.” Bonnie stands up, Scott looks relieved.

The pack paces around, waiting for Stiles to wake.

“What the hell is that smell?” Stiles groans.

“Of course the first thing you do is complain.” Isaac rolls his eyes.

“Shut up.” You swat his arm. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah…I think…I think the Nogitsune is gone.” He stands up.

“Really?” Bonnie asks. “The spell worked.”

“Spell?” Stiles raises an eyebrow, looking only mildly panicked when he feels the blood on his neck.

“We have a lot to explain to you.” You sigh.

“You guys aren’t going home.” Damon says.

“What?” You turn and look at him.

“We’ve still got Katherine to handle.”

Amor Proibido [ii]

“You have to learn the rules of the game. And then you have to play better than anyone else-” Albert Einstein. 

 What does being happy even mean to me anymore? This is supposed to be the start of writing stories which will shape my career, but this kid is getting under my skin. He tells me he just wants to be happy, and I realize I am not even sure what it means to myself. 

My life is supposed to be the most fantastic thing in the world right now… but sometimes I just feel really fucking empty inside. I don’t have the right words to coherently express my unhappiness. However, this isn’t about me. I have to ask this pop star about his music, attend a concert, and write my story.

 I don’t need to think about the way I would not mind tracing my fingers over the tattoo on his forearm and softly grasping those arm muscles. Because holy hell, this boy is built like a brick house. All these thoughts are racing through my mind, but my face remains impassive because this is just a job. 

 Shawn leans over placing his hand on the recording device and clicking it off. Just like that. He does it boldly, his eyes never leaving mine as though daring me to stop him. He acts like he can just get whatever he wants, and it kind of pisses me off. 

I snatch the recorder from his hand, eyes glaring, “What the fuck is your problem? You should want me to interview you because a ton of girls will want to fuck you after reading this article. You’ll be even more famous. Isn’t that what you want?”

Hazel eyes bore into mine. “I want to fuck you.”


Preliminary interview complete. However, I still have two more days of dealing with this utter shitstorm I can I tell is just brewing. I keep playing the audio of the interview, trying to make it match with my notes. But I can’t fucking think straight. What the hell am I supposed to write about when all I keep returning to is the way he looked at me the whole time.

“…some of my musical inspirations include Ed Sheeran and Niall Horan…” his voice filters through my big, empty hotel room and I just really need to take a few hours to decompress. Then I can deal with this weird tension Shawn is causing between us, and I can just get this over with and return to my real life. It is just one article/ I don’t need to act like it is going to make or break the rest of my life. 

Shutting off the recorder, I stand up and walk over to the window. I could probably just take some time to go out to eat so I am away from this place, but I don’t want to run the risk of seeing Shawn. Not that he would do anything when they were other people around, but I would just paranoid the whole time.

He told me he wanted to fuck me. I mean… I am not sure who the fuck this kid thinks he is. You don’t say those words to a person who is interviewing you for one of the most predominant music magazines in the world. It would be a surefire way to start a scandal and fuck up his own career. But kid is smart. He turned off the recorder and just said it to me. No one knows except the two of us. Shawn has plausible deniability because he is fucking pop star, and no one would believe me just because of my gender. What a fair world we reside in. 

My phone starts to ring causing me my thoughts to pull back to the present. Alright. All I need to do is make it through the next few days, and I will never need to see him again. Simple.

 Brice calling. 

 No. No. No. Fuck. Are you serious?

 I have been here four hours, not even. And my boss is calling me. What the fuck. Okay, stay calm.

 I can just say I was out having dinner and call him back later. It’s fine. I’m fine. Everything is fine. My life isn’t falling apart at all. Stay. Calm. My phone ceases to ring, anxiety loosening its grip in my chest. And then it starts once again when his name shows up on the display again. Fuck my whole life.

 "Hello,“ I say, sounding false chipper and hoping he isn’t going to tell me I am fired. Oh, my god. I can’t breathe.

“I knew you would answer if I called a second time. You should probably not avoid the guy who makes sure you get paid,” he teases. “But I am calling for a reason. We need press release previews for the interview ASAP. So if you could just send those over tonight, that would be amazing.”

I let out a long groan because this is just my fucking luck. “What the fuck? I haven’t even been here long enough to unpack and you want like three pieces of writing by tonight?” I almost scream at him, feeling the anxiety start to settle heavy on my chest. 

“This is a big interview. I told you that. You knew the deal when you agreed. I am not asking you to write the whole fucking thing tonight. We just need a few snippets to get everyone excited.” He pauses, adding, “Shawn’s manager asked us to do it since his concert is tomorrow night. He said Shawn was really impressed. You did well, you know.”

I rub the bridge of my nose with my thumb and forefinger, trying to combat the mixed feelings I am dealing with right now. I am supposed to write a whole lot of bullshit to make some other people happy, but he just said Shawn was impressed with me. Why does this make my heart skip a beat? Ugh. “Great,” I retort dryly, “I will just take that great impression and use it to write some press releases when all I wanted to do was relax because I have been working non stop the past week.”

“You need to get these written as soon as you can. The press is already badgering us to find out what you are going to say. Shawn normally doesn’t give interviews as often as his fans want so this is a fucking huge deal for everyone involved. And he is just a kid, how difficult can he be?”

I hold back laughter because Brice has no idea at all. “Yeah, ha ha ha,” I say and let out a sigh. Pretty sure I am using up my sigh quota for the year today alone. “I will just get started on that right now.” I hang up the phone and throw it down on the couch, squelching the urge to let out a primal scream.

This whole fucking this is horrible. I was supposed to be able to just write the article and be on the way to having an awesome writing career. This is way more stress than I should have for a kid. Just a kid. Shawn Mendes is a fucking evil kid who knows how to get under your skin with those stupid eyes and those curls and that stupid voice. 

I want to fuck you. Who the hell says that to someone they just met? This is not a fucking porno. This is my life and career. It must be nice he can do whatever the fuck he wants without any repercussions, but I actually have a real life to return to. 

Fuck everything. I sit down on the couch, pulling my laptop over to me and trying to find the words everyone is going to want to hear about the apparently not difficult at all kid, Shawn Mendes.


Three hours later, I send off my pieces to Brice and shut my laptop. I am fucking exhausted, and I just want to crawl into bed. But I am also starving. Too lazy to leave to get food, I decide I am going to venture down the hall to the vending machines and have a junk food feast for one. It will help make this shitty day a little less so. I just need sugar and carbs galore. 

Not caring I am wearing a faded tank top and kind of small pajama shorts, I grab my wallet and key card to make my trip. The hall is deserted, making it seem like I am the only person in the hotel. All the better because I don’t want anyone seeing how much of a mess I look after putting in more work tonight than I wanted to. 

“Fancy seeing you here.”

I spin around and gasp, seeing Shawn poke his head out of his room and looking at me with a smirk. His eyes travel down my body, taking in my outfit and he looks me in the eyes a moment later. 

“Fuck off,” I say with a sigh and stare longingly at the vending machines I am still so far away from. 

He is shirtless, curls abound. He is wearing only a pair of faded grey sweatpants, low slung on his hips. I can see every muscle in his body and he even has one of those v cuts which leads down to… nowhere. Fuck. Why the fuck does a nineteen year old kid like him look so much older? Not that I am noticing that much, but it is hard to miss when it is right in my face.

He chuckles. “Are you hungry?” he asks.

I roll my eyes. “I am not interested in eating your dick if that is what you’re offering. Earlier was more than enough, thanks. I just want to get some junk food and then eat alone in my room. Thanks.”

His mouth opens and closes, like he is shocked by my comment. “I…no, I was asking because I ordered a pizza and I still have some left over. Plus the mini bar is stocked full of drinks so…” He shrugs. “You are welcome to come in if you feel like it.” He steps aside, creating a path for me to walk away.

I tilt my head, wondering if this is a trap. “I am not going to sleep with you.”

“I am asking if you want some pizza, that’s all.” He gestures for me to come inside. 

Too tired to argue, I relent and find myself sitting next to Shawn on the couch with a pizza between us. He seems more relaxed now. There is a random movie playing in the background, but I notice he still keeps sneaking glances at me when he thinks I won’t notice. It is probably because he thinks I am a big nerd for wearing a Harry Potter shirt.

“You keep staring at me,” I tell him, finishing off my first slice of pizza and reaching for the bottled water on the table. Taking a sip, I notice he is smiling. And he has a nice smile. If you simply take into account how he looks, he is very pleasing to look at. He just lacks a good personality, I guess. 

“I love Harry Potter,” he replies, softly tracing the decal on the tank top for a second. “Is that a problem?”

“I already said I am not going to sleep with you.” I smack his hand away, pointing to him with my water bottle. “You need to stop acting like I am going to fall for your charms just because I am a woman. That is a fucked up archaic notion all males need to stop. Just because you are a man doesn’t mean all women are going to be interested. I could be a lesbian for all you know.”

He just stares at me before he starts laughing really hard. I freeze, not sure what is going on. He laughs for a long moment before finally stopping and saying, “You should be the one who stops. You keep thinking every action on my part means I want to sleep with you. I know how to be nice as well. It is why I offered you pizza. If I wanted to truly sleep with you, I wouldn’t be offering you pizza. I would be showing up at your hotel room and making you mine.”

The way he looks at me when he says it. Oh, fuck. I can’t breathe and the tingling between my legs is more apparent. FUCK. My body is betraying me in the worst way possible. The way he said he would make me his actually turned me on, but I am not going to let it show. But oh, my god. Those words alone are ones I could touch myself to for days and never have a problem having an orgasm. It is just the way he speaks with conviction. Plus, his voice may be a little bit sexy when he lowers it and tries to be more fucking hot than he has a right to be.

“My boss said you were impressed with me,” I choke out. Trying to change the subject and crossing my legs subtly, I want to know what he said. “It’s funny how you could not even mention that to me at all before I left.”

He shrugs, picking up a piece of pizza and taking a bite. What the fuck. Even the way he eats is attractive. That is more fucked up than it should be.

I glare waiting for him to say something. I can’t understand how he can be so hot and cold with me. I mean, yeah I am doing the same thing. But this is my job. He should be wanting to stay on my good side since I am going to be writing about him. Instead he is getting further and further under my skin. Ugh.

“The last person who interviewed me worked for like MTV right?” he says, finishing up his pizza and wiping his face with a napkin. He chuckles sweetly. “And she was nice. We got along. But she had this idea in her head we were going to start dating. Don’t get me wrong, she was nice. But I was not interested. Nothing happened, I swear. But she told everyone we fucked like a whole lot of times and that she had to stop me from falling in love with her. When I was the one who said no to her. Still she told everyone how I was just madly in love with her, and I just… fucking drama is the last thing I need.”

I don’t reply because I am not sure what to say. This is Shawn just opening up to me as a person. It surprises me because most famous people know to keep their mouths shut around the press. Maybe he knows I won’t say anything since I kept his earlier comment to myself, and I am in my fucking pajamas. Plus, this kid seems like he is trying to be sincere so the last thing I want to do is betray his trust the way this woman did. Not that I care about him, but I do care about my career a lot. 

“Don’t get me wrong. I fuck a lot of women on tour. Not like teenage fans or anything, but it is not like I am a saint. But it kind of pisses me off when someone thinks they can just use me to get what they want. I like you though because you don’t care what I think. You just want to do your job, and I get that because that is how I feel about my music…but there is just something about you that…”

He leans in, pushing a stray lock of hair away from my face. “You’re beautiful.”

I can’t breathe. His face is so close to mine if I just leaned my head the right way…

His eyes are looking into mine and neither of us are speaking.

This can’t fucking happen. It-

Shawn presses his lips against mine, and I almost relent. But I can’t. This is my career. I can’t just…

I tense up, placing a hand against his chest and pulling away. “I have to go,” i mumble, running out of the room without looking back.

When I get back to my own room, I fall down onto the bed and try not to lose my shit. That kid just fucking kissed me and I let him for the briefest moment. Fuck. I am going to ruin everything. 

My phone vibrates, stopping my thoughts. Taking a deep breath, I answer.

The voice on the line says, “Hi, babe, how are you?”

It’s Landon, my fiance.

God, I am so fucked.

Hurricane Hoodie

Quick Info - DeanxReader get stuck in a tropical storm and pull over to wait it out. Of course, they get bored…
Pairing- DeanxReader
Warnings – Language, fingering, oral sex (giving, receiving), sex, sex, and more sex.

This story contains smut. It is NOT part of the Skinny Dippin’ series. Just something written by someone bored during a hurricane

I’m bored. There’s a tropical storm. Smut seemed like a good idea….

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He forgets

Harry: 

I wake in the morning. Today is my 20th birthday. Harry got home for tour last week and I can’t wait to see what we are doing today. 

I sit up in bed and their is a not on Harry’s side of the 

Hey baby, I went out with Niall today wont be home til late love you

Maybe he is planning a surprise for me and he will be home later. I sure hope so. I’m kinda irritated that he went out with Niall today because I haven’t seen Harry for the past 6 month’s, he was with the boys the whole time why is he going to be with them some more.

I check my phone and see I have a messages wishing me Happy birthday and a look of mentions on twitter saying happy birthday. I smile thinking about everyone else remembering my birthday.

~in the evening~

I haven’t talked to Harry all day. Maybe he really did forget my birthday. I can’t believe him. It’s already 10 at night and i’m getting tired. I went out to lunch today with my siblings and went shopping with them. When they asked about Harry I just told them he had to work today.

I go to our room and lay on the bed. Tears start to slip out of my eye. I hate the fact that he forgot my birthday. I never forget stuff about him. I cry myself to sleep feeling forgotten by Harry.

I feel the bed dip down and someone cuddle up to me. I turn my head and see that it’s Harry. I can’t even bare to look at him. I scoot to the edge of my side of the bed.

“Baby come here?” I hear Harry say as he start to pull me close to him.

“No get off of me” I snap at him

“Whoa what make you become such a bitch”

“You.” I snap and get out of the bed.

I grab my pillow and a blanket out from the top of our closet. I can’t even look at Harry right now. I’m sleeping on the couch. Once i’m settled and close to falling asleep. I hear Harry walk down the stairs. He comes and sits on the floor next to the couch. 

“Baby whats wrong?”

“You forgot my birthday” I tell him quietly 

“Oh my god baby i’m sorry I thought it was tomorrow i’m so so sorry” He says and I can see the guilt written all over his face.  "I got you something stay here" Harry tells me. He runs up to our room and quickly comes back down. “I hope you like it, it took all day for me and Niall to find the perfect gift” He tells me. He hands me and big gift bag. Inside is a lot of my favorite candy, a teddy bear, a scrapbook of a lot of our pictures. and a long skinny box. I open it and inside it a beautiful necklace. 

“I love it Harry” I tell him I move my legs and he sits on the couch with me. I shift how i am sitting and give him a hug. He wraps his arms tightly around me. 

“I’m sorry I forgot" 

"Its okay Harry. I love you” I say and kiss him 

“I love you (Y/n)” He says. We put in a movie and start to eat some of the candy he got me. Even though he forgot my birthday. I could never stop loving him. 

Niall:

hey baby i’m going to have to cancel for today. Me and the boys are having a guys day going to the beach. you should see if the girls want to do anything love ya 

I read the text from Niall. Today is our 2 year anniversary. I was hoping we would do something special this year because last year he was on tour during our anniversary. 

I text Niall back. I’m so pissed he forgot our anniversary. He’s the one that has been talking about doing something fancy for the past month. I guess i will just go into work today. I took off to spend the day with Niall but the staff is shorthanded today so i’m going in. 

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Finally after a long day at work I get home. Being at work got my mind off of Niall though. 

When I pull into my driveway I see Niall’s car. What is he doing here?

I walk in the door and see Niall sitting on my couch. He looks up at smiles at me but I completely ignore him. I see that he is completely sunburn and I want to go put Aloe on him but i’m mad at him.

“Baby you okay?” He asked me and starts to stand up.

“Leave me alone. Get out of my flat and leave” I snap at him

“Whoa whats wrong” He says and tries to hug me from behind. I slap him in the arm and he yells from his sunburn hurting.

“What the fuck (y/n) you see i’m sun burnt and you slap me. Just because you’re in a bad mood does not mean you can be a bitch GOD SOMETIMES I WISH I WOULD OF STAYED WITH AMY” He screams at me.

I shake my head at him and run up to my bedroom locking the door behind me. Niall chased me up the stairs but I locked him out right before he could get in. 

“(y/n) please i’m sorry I didn’t mean that I just got angry" 

"Niall leave me alone forever” I tell him 

“NO i’m not leaving until we work this out" 

"WHAT IS THERE TO WORK OUT. YOU DONT CARE ABOUT ME. FIRST YOU FORGOT OUR ANNIVERSARY THEN YOU WISH YOU WERE STILL WITH AMY. FUCK IT I GIVE UP I’M FUCKING DONE TRYING” I scream at him. 

“Today was our anniversary?!?” Niall says confused

“Yes and you forgot again” I tell him through the door and tears start to pour out of my eyes. 

“Baby please let me in i’m so sorry i forgot i don’t know how i could forget.” He says and I open the door. He comes and hugs me. “Get dressed i’m taking you to dinner it’s only 6 we still have time” He tells me 

“Okay. Niall i’m sorry i screamed at you" 

"It’s okay you had every right to now get dressed” He says and smacks my butt lightly. “I love you" 

"I love you” I say and kiss him and get dressed but when we were getting dressed I had to put Aloe all over Niall

Louis: 

“Mommy is daddy going to meet us there?” My 4 year old daughter Erin asked me.

Tonight is her first ballet residual is she is very nervous. Louis was at work all day tonight but promised he would be home in time to go. I call him and told him to meet me there. He didn’t pick up so I left a voice message. I really hope he doesn’t forget. 

“Yes baby daddy will be there” I tell he not knowing if he will come or not.

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“good luck baby” I say as I drop Erin off with the rest of the girls she will be dancing with

“Thank mommy” I kiss her head and find my seat. I message Louis again but he doesn’t reply. 

I watch Erin on stage she looks so happy the whole time. She looks so cute in her pink tutu and pink leotards. She loves dancing. 

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After the show. Erin runs out from backstage and finds me. I give her a big hug. 

“Where’s daddy?” She asked me sadly. 

“Daddy couldn’t make it baby girl” I tell her 

“Oh” She says sadly

“Hey cheer up we can go get ice cream to celebrate” I tell her

“yay ice cream!” She says happily. I grab her bag while she puts her jacket on. I grab her hand and we walk to my car. 

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After we got ice cream we went home. It was starting to get late and I could tell Erin was tired. When I pull into the driveway I see Louis’ car. I look back and see Erin asleep with her head resting against the door. I get out of the car and grab her bag from the back then I pick Erin up out of the car and carry her inside. 

“Hey how was Dance practice?” I hear Louis say when we walk in the door. 

“It was her recital tonight. I called you like 5 times and messaged you a lot where’s your phone?” I say and walk off the Erin’s room.

I set her bag down then pull out some PJ’s. I quickly change her without waking her and tuck her into bed. I walk back downstairs and see Louis sitting on the couch with his head in his hands. 

“Are you going to answer my question?” I say 

“Uh” He looks up at me. He looks like he is about to cry “(y/n) I lost my phone today at the studio and couldn’t find it” He says and puts his head back in his hands. “I’m the worst father ever how could I miss my baby’s first dance recital?" 

"Louis you aren’t the worst father it was a mistake you didn’t mean to miss it. I bought the video if you want to watch it” I tell him and wrap my arms around him. 

We both look up when we see Erin walking down the stairs. 

“Daddy” She says and run’s to Louis

“Hey baby girl”

“Why didn’t you come to my recital?" 

"I did baby but you just couldn’t see me” He tells her. It’s easier to lie then to explain everything. “But why don’t you show me again” Louis says

“Okay daddy” She says and jumps off his lap. She starts dancing around again just like she did in her recital. At least she’s not mad at Louis now.

Zayn:

Another 10 minutes past. Zayn was an hour late to our date. I get up from the table leave a couple dollars for the waiter. I can’t believe he forgot. He was the one that planned the date. 

I get in my car and drive home completely pissed off. When I get home I change into my pj’s and go to the kitchen to grab something to eat. I pull out leftover Chinese food and put it in the microwave.

When I pull the food out I hear the door open and close again.

“Hey baby” Zayn says and comes behind me wrapping his arms around my waist. I don’t say anything I’m still pissed that he forgot. I move out of his arms and go to the table. I quietly start eating. “Boo are you okay why aren’t you walking” He ask me

“look at the calendar” I tell him quietly. He looks at the calendar and I hear him gasp.

“baby I’m so sorry I forgot it slipped my mind, we were doing so much at work today it just completely slipped my mind” He says and sits next to me. “Please forgive me baby” He says and I can see he feels guilty.

I look over and him and hug him. “It’s okay I forgive you”

“I promise I will make it up to you boo” He says. I lift his head off my shoulder and kiss him

“It’s okay babe I understand you do a lot at work” I say and kiss him once again.  

Liam:

I wake up and look around the white room. My head is pounding I have no idea where I’m at. Next to me is a boy sleeping. I have no clue who it is. I reach over and tap him on the shoulder. He jumps up and smiles at me. 

“Hey baby” He says and hugs me

“Who are you?” i ask him 

“I’m you boyfriend Liam. We have been dating for the past 3 years. You got in a car accident and just woke up” He tell me

“Oh okay I’m sorry I don’t remember you” I tell him feeling bad the I can’t remember him

“That’s alright I will stay with you forever though” He says and holds my hand

“Can you tell us about of past life” I ask him. He nods his head. I lay back in the bed and listen to him talk for hours telling me different story’s about our life together. The doctors came in a checked on me while Liam continued to tell me story’s. I feel safe with Liam and i’m glad.