i haven't seen this movie since it came out and i ....don't want to

Greasers #21
  • a/n: heyy, i used to be magnoliamalik:) i'm sorry for being such a bad updater, i truly am. i've just haven't had the time because of school. i love greasers, btw. they're so gorgeous and i want to marry one. and yes, ray bans existed in the 50s; they were found in '37, and they gained popularity in the 40s-50s.
  • Zayn: He walked into the diner, his three buddies behind him. The sound of their boots made everyone turn their heads to them. One of them walked to the jukebox, but no one knew if it was to actually play music or to flirt with one of those innocent girls who always wanted to be in a relationship with a greaser. Another one of the boys went back outside; the last one sat down in a stool, ordering a Coca-Cola. Zayn's eyes studied everyone in the room and, when they landed on you, he smirked to himself. You were in a booth with two friends, drinking a strawberry milkshake. Your two friends for his two friends that weren't flirting. He walked over to Anthony, the one drinking the Coke, and told him about taking one of those girls out with him. When Daniel came back inside, he told him the plan, too. As they both did what Zayn told him to do, he walked over to where you were sitting alone. He took off his jacket, sitting down beside you. His arms had a few black and white tattoos on them. "Hello," he winked with a sly smirk. "How can I help you?" you asked cautiously, since you had never had an encounter with a greaser before. "I just wanna take you out, sweetheart. What do you say?" With every word, his smirk grew bigger, and with your answer, it turned into a smile.
  • Harry: He, with curly hair, still found a way to style it up as every greaser in the country did. He knew it would give him more attention with the ladies if he had it that way. His signature, however, was the red bandana that never left his right wrist. Harry Styles had a reputation because of that bandana. It started when he first became a greaser: everyone told him that he had to wear one because of his hair. He didn't want to, though, because it wasn't as attractive. He just worked a little harder on his hair than most. He didn't want to return his bandana, so he wore it on his wrist. That helped him join the most dangerous group of greasers in town. Everyone knew better than to mess with the boy with the misplaced bandana, but you gave him a chance. Turns out, the bandana wasn't the only misplaced thing of his, but himself too. He had been hanging with the wrong greasers, because he was not by any means that type of boy. You were the only one that knew who he was and how he truly was. Harry was one big teddy bear who wore leather jackets and styled his hair up with wax. When Harry stopped messing with the wrong crowd and got in where he actually belonged, he didn't stop wearing his bandana, but now, it was black instead of red.
  • Liam: He was the boy who never gave up; who never took no for an answer. You were the good girl, the one who everyone loved. He had asked you time after time to let him take you on a date, but you were playing hard to get. You knew that greasers had an infamous reputation of being heartbreakers, so you kept your guard up. "Give me one chance," he begged you as he sat down next to you before your History class started. You straightened your blue and white dress, sighing, "I don't know." He turned you around, "One. Just one. You'll have an amazing time, I promise." You reluctantly agreed. When Friday night came, he took you to one of those drive in movies that every teen, including you, loved. An Audrey Hepburn movie was playing on the big screen. As she kissed her lover in the movie, Liam's lips connected with yours. As your lips moved together and synchronized, you knew that you had done the right thing by giving Liam an opportunity to take you out. Secretly, you hoped that there would be more dates and more kissed in the future. When Monday came, everyone had found out about your little kiss fest, and your friends would not stop teasing you about how he was always looking at you, and you were always blushing.
  • Niall: Everyone knew who Niall James was. He was one of the rich greasers, the type of greaser that almost no one was. He would drive around with his friends on his convertible, wearing his new black Ray-Bans. He was the James Dean of his town: everyone wanted to be him or wanted to have him. The only person he wanted, though, was you. He couldn't stop thinking about you, and his greaser friends knew about it; they teased him all the time. Of course you wanted to date Niall James, too, but you thought he didn't pay attention to you. You thought he didn't even know who you were. However, one day, as soon as you got to school, you were bombarded by your friends. "Niall James wants to go out with you," they squealed. You couldn't believe it, you refused to. He could have any girl he wanted. Once he and his friends got to school, your friends started jumping and squeaking, specially when he winked at you. During lunch time, you sat down with your friends, only to be approached by the popular boy, "Are you free this friday night, hun?"
  • Louis: He was your next door neighbor, and he thought he was the greatest person to exist. He was seen with a different girl each week. Of course, he was attractive; how else would be achieve his beloved man-whore status? He had yet to meet his match or the girl that would change him. Every teenage girl in his town loved his greased up hair, his dark blue eyes that could easily hypnotize anyone, and his amazing physique, built up by constantly working out and working with cars. Maybe, just maybe, there was something more than you just finding him attractive; maybe it was a curse. However, you knew better than to find yourself bewitched by him. Everyday, though, you could find yourself more and more intrigued by him, to the point where you were sure that it wasn't a simple infatuation. What pushed you to the edge was when you had to take your dad's car to where he worked and you could hear him singing Neil Sedaka's newest hit, Oh Carol. From that day on, he too was intrigued by you and the way you walked and talked and did everything. He asked you out not long after, not being able to keep to himself, and you after all, were the one that changed him.
#16: He meets your ex-boyfriend
  • Ashton: "Why do you like movies like that?" Ashton questioned, shuddering slightly as he thought about the hour and a half of demon possession you'd just made him sit through. "Oh come on, it wasn't that bad," you smirked, giggling when he wrapped an arm around your waist as you walked out of the theater. "Y/N?" a familiar voice asked from behind you. "Nathan? Oh my god, hi!" you smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck to hug him. "I haven't seen you in a while, I hope everything's okay?" he asked, glancing back and noticing Ashton. "Oh, you must be Ashton. I've heard a lot of good things about you. I'll let you two go now, but it was really nice to see you again, Y/N. Nice meeting you, Ashton!" Nathan rushed out. You knew he probably had plans. "Is that your gay friend or something?" Ashton wondered, wrapping his arm around your waist again. "Ex-boyfriend," you answered. You felt his arm stiffen against your back. "Ex-boyfriend?" he repeated somewhat curtly. "Oh, don't be like that. We ended on good terms and he's engaged now anyways. You have nothing to worry about," you said, stopping and standing on your toes to press a kiss to his lips.
  • Calum: For your birthday, Calum made sure that he was able to come visit you. You two had spent the entire morning together and from how good things were going, it would probably be an all-day thing. As you stood in line at Starbucks, the door opened and you turned to see who came in. You snapped your head back around when you saw your ex-boyfriend. The two of you weren't the best of friends, but you didn't hate him either. The two of you ended on extremely awkward terms and weren't sure how to approach the other after you had broken up. Calum turned to see what had made you uncomfortable and snorted under his breath when he turned back around. He knew every awkward detail about yours and his relationship and always had a good time making fun of you for it. You felt his hand slide down your back and rest on your ass, making you jump slightly. You glanced up at him with furrowed eyebrows. He smiled and shrugged, leaning down to whisper in your ear. "I'm showing him that you're mine now and he's an idiot for letting you go," he said, giving you a squeeze. "Calum," you yelped in surprise, earning a chuckle from him as he kissed the side of your head.
  • Luke: The boys had been on tour for almost six months and since you weren't able to visit him while he was touring due to school, he wanted to make up for lost time. After visiting with his parents, he flew out to see you. All day the two of you had been together. You went to a movie, played laser tag, went bowling... and now you were at an Outback Steakhouse. "Do you feel like you're at home?" you teased when you entered the stereotypical Australian restaurant. "Do you think you're funny?" Luke teased back, poking your side as you were led to a table. When you were seated and your waiter had shown up, you wanted to throw the water the hostess gave you at him. "Y/N is that you? Hard to tell since most of the time you were underneath me." Luke knew who he was. He knew who he was and he looked just as pissed off as you were embarrassed. When you didn't reply, he went into his job-mode. "Are you ready to order?" he asked with a smirk. "No, we're going to go somewhere else. Thank you and goodbye," Luke said before you could get a word out, standing and holding his hand out for you to take before walking out of the restaurant.
  • Michael: When Michael came to visit you, he knew that you had promised your friend that you'd go see his band play at a local show. So Michael being the amazing boyfriend he is (as he liked to say) tagged along with you to watch your friend's band. When you got there, you paid the entry fee and stood in the back of the venue, watching the first band set up. A familiar face walked by and you glanced up, quickly looking away when you realized who it was. "Who is that?" Michael asked the question like he knew the answer already. "Don't worry about it," you replied when the feedback screeched. "Hey Y/N," his voice sounded from beside you. You looked up and saw that he was smirking. You smiled and inched closer to Michael, "Hi." Michael wrapped an arm around your shoulders, "Did you need to say anything else or are you just standing here to be a jackass?" Michael asked with a slight glare. Your ex stepped back a little with his arms up defensively, "I'm not looking for any trouble--" "Then leave," Michael cut him off. Your ex stood in his place for a few seconds before going back to his group of friends. "Thank you," you smiled, hugging Michael from the side.