i really need to start tagging things better

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I was tagged by @gelopanda to do the 6-selfie thing for 2016 (plus 3 extra ones for the ppl I’m tagging, I really need to start taking pictures WITH other people more often).

A LOT of shit went down this year personally. For all the good, there was a lot of bad. And I hope that the lessons I took from the bad shit help propel me in a much better place next year. To continue to grow and meet new people, to be more secure in my abilities, my living situation, my finances, and my social life.

Here’s to 2017 being better.

And I tag @takethecoltrane
@cheesygorditocrunch @kh2rac

@tormans-space @salv-adorable @bernardo-ohiggins

@chrysalisamidst @platanerx @javiuppercut

anonymous asked:

Heya, I don't want to be rude but I kinda think this blog isn't really what it's supposed be. Can you tag all the not symmetra stuff?

No, that’s fair to ask! When I started this blog there really wasn’t much Symmetra art to reblog and there’d be days with nothing at all to post so I started reblogging posts that I found relating to Satya. It’s why I added “Symmetra needs and aesthetic” to my blog description. Now I guess it’s become a habit to share info about India as well because I think understanding her culture helps people get a better understanding of Satya. She was born and lives in India. Other things like quotes and stimming gifs are again part of her aesthetic because they remind me of her. I’ve never really posted anything I wouldn’t consider being able to relate to her in some way. Plus, I guess I felt it helped people creating Symmetra fanart and fanfiction?

All this aside, if people want me to stop with the India posts I suppose I could consider it once my queue runs out if enough people say they don’t like them…?

So everyone following me, could you give me a reply to this post saying whether or not you want the posts to stop. No anon asks to stop please, though, because I don’t want to risk a single person sending multiple stop asks.

Edit: I just reread the ask. I’m either going to stop the “non-related” posts or keep them, but tagging them at this point is too much for me and it bothers something in my brain to have so many not tagged then to start doing it out of no where.

You’re The Only One I Love (Harry)

.::HARRY::.

I’m  looking all over for my hat. I swear that I just saw it like two minutes ago and I really need to find it so I can get out of here. I know that if I draw Ashley’s attention to me then we’ll start fighting. I don’t know why it’s been so hard for us lately. I feel spending so much time apart but she just doesn’t seem to under stand the networking I need to be doing. I’m just trying to make things better for the both of us.

I head down stairs to see if I had already taken it down there. I walk into the living room and find Ashley sitting on the couch flipping through a magazine. “You looking for something?” She asks sweetly. I still love her with every fiber of my being but I just need some time to myself right now with all of the major changes going on.

“Uh, yeah. My black hat.” I answered her.

“Oh it’s right there.” She gestures to the coffee table in front of her. “Are you going somewhere?”

“Just meeting Nick and some people for a late lunch then who knows what.”

“So does that mean you aren’t going to be home for dinner?” I could tell where this was going. Another fight that I was doing my best to avoid.

“No probably not.” She nodes her head slowly in recognition.

“Is she going to be there?” I know who she’s talking about, and it’s getting annoying that she won’t say her name.

“If you are meaning Kendall then yes she will probably be there.” I grab for my hat off the table.

“This is the fourth night this week that you have gone out with other people instead of spending time with me.” I copied her earlier motion of nodding my head slowly. “Did you maybe think that I would like to go out with you and your friends.” I could tell that she was setting me up to fail. These were the worst positions to be in.

“You never want to go out with my friends. Especially if Kendall is going to be there?”

“Yeah well it kind of sucks sitting there and watching a model sit and flirt with your boyfriend why be chooses to ignore you. I would say not my favorite way to spend an evening, but still and invitation would have been nice.”

“Ashley, would you like to go out to lunch with my friends and I?” I asked exasperated. I know that she’s going to say no.

“No, not now that I’ve had to guilty trip it out of you. I hope you enjoy the rest of your day spending it with people sucking up to you, who are trying to use you for a head line.” She’s almost yelling now as she rises from the couch and heads for the stairs.

“I know you feel that way Ashley, but it’s not true. We are just close friends.”

“Yeah try saying that again when the pap shots come out of the two of you kissing each other.” She yells.

“You know that those were exaggerated. We didn’t kiss. It was just the angle and twisted into a situation that wasn’t real.”

“Yeah but it was a situation that you shouldn’t have even put yourself in. You knew that it would look bad, and you know that she always had cameras following her. That’s not going to change, and your going to get into a situation that she puts you in where she is going to make an advance on you. Are you going to be able to say no Harry? Or is she what you want. If that’s so then you should just let me know now.” We were practically screaming at each other at this point. I knew that it was really starting to get to her but I didn’t know what to do to solve the conflict. So I did what I’ve been doing the best lately. I left.

“You know, that’s not true. I’m leaving now and I’ll talk to you when I get home.” I left but  could still hear the way that she slammed the door to most likely our bedroom. I just shook my head and headed to the car.

.::Ashley::.

It has been this way for the last week or so. The two of us spending more and more time apart and fighting when ever we are together. I was getting really tired of it. The fight was starting to wear on me more and more and I don’t think Harry cared or even noticed it.

I crawled into bed and pulled myself into a tight ball. I just don’t know what to do any more. I feel like I’ve tried everything to get Harry to try and work this out with me, but all he wants to do is go out with his “friends”. I don’t know why he thinks that they have his back when the majority of them are just there to use him. To be seen with Harry Styles. The the main reason that I can’t stand being around them. They are incredibly fake.

I cry until my phone rings. I pull myself out of my protective cocoon to answer it.

“Hello?”

“Ashley love. How are you?” my best friend called to check in on me.

“Hey. I’m alright.” I respond but my voice is rough from crying so much.

“It doesn’t sound like you are alright.”

“Harry and I just had a fight.”

“Oh I’m sorry doll. I know that’s the worst thing ever. Is there anything I can do?”

“I don’t think so. It’s just so hard. He’s just keep pulling away from me and the more I try and keep him the less he wants to be around. Like today. He’s off with his friends and he didn’t even think to invite me. I don’t think we’ve been on a really date in probably a month. We just need something to bring us together when right now everything is doing it’s best to tear us apart.”

“Oh Ash, I wish there was something I could tell you. You know I’m shit at advice but hand in there girl. If you need me to I would be happy to find someone to kick his arse for you.” It was that comment that made me finally crack a smile.

“Thanks. I think I’m going to try and get out of the house. I need to not think about him right now.”

“Well how about a trip to the shops then? I am great at spending money, and they say retail therapy is very healthy!” I laugh softly as I agree and tell her that we can meet up in about an hour.

I spent the rest of the day getting lost in dresses, shirts, and shoes. Finding a killer outfit always seemed to make me feel better. That was until I walked back into the house and was saw Harry’s boots sitting in the middle of the entryway. It was the smallest thing that brought all of my anger right back to the surface.

It continued when I was just about to head to bed and my phone starting going off with notifications. I had no idea what could have been going on. There were text messages, tweets, snapchats all from friends and family asking me if I knew what was going on with Harry. If things were okay with Harry and I. If we had broken up and not informed anyone. I knew in that moment that he had gotten himself into the situation where he had gone to far.

I pulled up twitter and it was there within the first three tweets. Harry Styles and Kendall Jenner seen getting cosy at Soho House. Harry Styles kissing up on Kendall Jenner as the two spend a night out. Kendall’s night out with her new man Harry Styles. I had seen enough. I dropped my phone on the side of the bed before ran to the bathroom and threw up everything I had eaten that evening. I knew this was coming. I shouldn’t even be surprised.

I put on some old movie to try and drown out my thoughts as I try to fall asleep. It didn’t help that much seeing as I am still awake when Harry gets home around two in the morning. He stumbles into our room trying to take off his clothes of bed. “I think you should sleep in the guest room tonight.” I tell him as he starts to make his way over the bed.

“Why the fuck would I do that?” He slurs.

“Becuase I don’t want you in my bed after you spent the whole day cheating on me with another women.” I spit at him.

“What the fuck are you talking about Ashley? I’m too tired for this shit tonight.”

“It all over the internet Harry. The videos of you and Kendal hooking up at Soho House. That’s something I certainly don’t need to see, but for some reason everyone and there mom thinks that they should keep sending it to me. So please either get out of this room and sleep somewhere or I will.” He huffs at me as he falls onto the bed.

“It’s my god damn house. I’ll sleep where I please.”

“Fine. I though you considered it our house, but I guess I was wrong about a lot of things.” I am pushed over the edge. I storm into our walk in closet rip the closest bag I can find and start shoving clothes into it. I don’t know when I’ll be back here to get the rest of my things. Half way through I head into the bathroom to gather things from there. It was then that Harry finally comes to his senses. He has himself propped against the door jam while he rubs at his face.

“Where are you going?” he practically sighs.

“A hotel, my sisters, a friends. I don’t know yet but it’s not like fucking care. You’ve made that more than evident.”

“Ashley, you know that’s not true.” I slam the drawer closed that I’m rifling through to try and find the things I’ll need.

“Well you certainly have an interesting way of showing it lately.” I march back into the closet and shove the toiletry bag into the larger one.

“I don’t know what you want me to do. She hugged me and leaned in and kissed me. The cameras caught the moment. What did you want me to do?” I am flabbergasted. He can’t believe that what happened in any way shape or form is acceptable.

“What, what did I want you to do?” I grabbed the closest throwable thing I can find and hurl it at him. One of my bottles of perfume shatter against the wall near his head, as he ducked. “I wanted you to be no where near her. I wanted you to stay far away from her. I wanted you to stay home with me Harry. You’re actual girlfriend. Who you say you love” Another bottle shatters “I warned you this would happen. This fucking afternoon before you left I told you. I TOLD YOU this would fucking happen. But do you believe me, the one person who actually looks out for you because she loves you? No you run off with your so called “friends”.” I shut the bag and storm out of the closet. As I head down stairs I find the closest pair of shoes and keys and head out the door. I jump into the black jag and leave.

I do my best to be level headed. The last thing I need in this situation is to get into an accident and have that broadcasted. It’s already too late to head to someones house so I head for the Savoy instead. It doesn’t take me long to book a room and head upstairs. I dropped my bags near the door, find the closest box of tissues and fall into the pillows at the head of the bed. I cried myself to sleep that night, thinking about how everything went wrong. I saw all the warning signs and should have got out before I got my heart broken, but I knew I was in too deep. I was gone for this man from the first moment we started dating. I think that we could work things out but I guess he just found something better.

.::Harry::.

I woke up the next morning laying on top the blankets of our bed, fully clothed, with a pounding head ache. Ashley isn’t here, and that’s when it all comes rushing back. The fight we had last night after I came home. Her asking me to sleep in the guest room because she didn’t want me around after the she saw the video. Me telling her it was my house and I’ll do what I want. Her packing a bag, throwing things at my head, and leaving.

I groan thinking about how royally screwed I am with all of this. I knew the whole day that that Kendall was doing her best to get closer and closer to me. I can’t even count the number of times that she put her hand on my thigh and I removed it, reminded her that I had a girlfriend, and asked her not to do it again. “Well if you have a girlfriend, why isn’t she here now?” She questioned as she put her hand back and I removed it again.

I shower to get the smell of the club and her perfume off of me. As I let the water run over my shoulders and back I try to figure out the best way to get Ashley back. I know that I have been a massive dick to her lately, and she certainly doesn’t deserve it. I need her in my life though. I love her more than anyone else in this world, and I will do whatever I have to, to get her back.

The first step is to figure out how bad I screwed up last night. I kind of remember the situation she was talking about but by that time of the night I was way passed pissed and on my way to plastered. I start with Nick to see if he could clear things up for me.

“Haaarrrryyy. I certainly didn’t think I would be hearing from you this early. You had quiet the night last night. Thought you would still be dead to the world.”

“Yeah, well somethings happened when I got home last night and I got a lot to make for. Problem is I don’t fully remember everything that happened so if you could clear something up for me. What happened between Kendall and I?”

“Oh poor H. You don’t remember?”

“No, Grimmy. I don’t that’s why I’m calling.”

“You are in some hot water then. You were fine all afternoon pushing off Kendall’s advances. That was until after you like fifth shot. Things took a 180. I don’t know what happened to you, but you started to let her do what ever she wanted. By the time we got to Soho she was all over you. She had your hands all over you and when the two of you were at the table she pulled you into her and started making out with you. You just went along with it. A fuck ton of people got it on video and it’s all over. Everyone is saying that the two of you are together.”

“Aww shit. Why didn’t you stop me. You know what would do to Ash.”

“You’re a grown adult mate. Not my responsibility to look after you and your relationships.”

“Are you kidding me. You’re my friend. You are supposed to look out for me.”

“Well, it happened. What are you going to do about it now?”

“First off I’m going to tell you to fuck off. I can’t believe you would just let me ruin myself like that, and second I’m going to find Ashley and beg for her forgiveness. Hopefully she’ll take me back because she’s the only one who really cares for me.” I hang up the phone before me can even respond.

I take the risk and look online. The pictures and videos are everywhere. I catch one that looks like it was filmed right next to us. I see my face glassy eyes and red cheeked. I can see myself mouth something before Kendall kisses me. I rewind and play the video over and over again, trying to read my lips to make sure that I’m really seeing this correctly. I’m saying Ashley over and over again as I run my hand down Kendall’s hair. That’s when it all finally hits me. The reason I finally let Kendall came on to me is that I was drunk enough to think it was Ashley. I thought that she was there to take care of me. I don’t know how I even made that connection but with the way everything had been between us lately I was happy that we were happy with each other again. That’s why I let it go so far, but in reality it was Kendall.

I can’t believe that I would be so stupid as to let something like this happen. I should have never gotten that drunk with out her there with me. I’m a terrible boyfriend. I deserve to be alone and she deserves better but I don’t care. I want her to take me back. I will do anything for her to take me back. I grab my keys and wallet and head out the door.

I need to gather a few things before I head over to the Savoy. It her favorite hotel, and I know it was too late last night when she left for her to go to someones house. She amazing like that, and thinks of others before she acts. The few things I need to grab didn’t take long and I’m at the Savoy before dinner time.

I got her room number from the front desk agent who was a fan. I run to the elevator and jam the buttons until the doors open. When I am finally in front of her door I take a couple of deeps breaths before I knock. I can hear her walking towards the door and take one last breath.

“Go away Harry. I don’t want to see you.” She tells me through the door.

“I can’t Ash. My heart is here and if I leave I might die with out it.”

“It’s not here it’s with Kendall” she sneers her name “Where ever she is.”

“That’s not true Ash and you know it. You always have my heart, even through the hard times. I know that i’ve been the biggest ass lately, and I know that what I did last night was probably the worse thing ever but please let me explain.” The door remains closed but she isn’t telling me to leave again. I have my ear against it straining to hear what she’s doing

“I don’t know if I can let you explain. It hurts too much Harry.” She crying now and I softly pound my forehead on the door. I know that I’ve done this. I’ve caused this pain and I just want to take it all away.

“Please baby. Please open the door and let me come in. I know that I hurt you and I’m so sorry. I wish I could take it back and I know I can’t but I want to do what I can to make it better.” The door finally opens and she standing there with red rimmed eyes and tear stained cheeks. She’s wearing one of my old shirts and just that tiny thing give me hope that things are going to be okay. She motions for me to come inside and I walk past her. I’m not sure where to sit so I just remain standing. She has a pile of tissues on the couch with a blanket next to it, and some old rom com playing on the telly. She sits back down in the middle of it.

“So explain.”

“I know that I’ve been the world worse boyfriend. I know you warned me and I should have recognized it sooner that those people weren’t really my friends but it’s always nice to be wanted. We’ve been having such hard time lately and being with them was easy, and no one was fighting. We didn’t have to work at it. I should have been with you instead. I should have spent the time making sure you knew how much I love and appreciate you. I should have been showing you how much of a queen you really are to me, and for that I am sorry.

As for the incident last night. I can not apologize enough. The thing was I thought it was you.”

“You thought it was me. You thought, that model Kendall Jenner, was me?

“I know it sounds crazy, and it is. She kept making passes on me all day. I kept pushing her off. We kept drinking practically all day. We were at one pub and I was sitting at the bar thinking about you, and how much I missed you, and I wished that you were here and that things between us were better. And then it was like you were there. You came and rubbed my back, pulled me into a hug. I apologized for how horrible I had been lately and you apologized too. Then we left and we went dancing. I loved having you back in my arms. It was everything that I had been wanting these past few weeks with us fighting. Then you were gone again and I went home and you were mad at me. I was so drunk that I didn’t understand anything. I was so drunk that I had superimposed you onto her. Here look.” I pulled up the video I had watched earlier.

“I don’t want to see that Harry. I’ve seen you kissed her enough.”

“No that’s not what I want to show you. Look at me. Look at my lips. I keep saying your name. You can tell that I think I’m looking at you.” She takes the phone with a huff and I look at her with all the desperation I have. I can tell as she’s watching that she see’s what I see.

“You really are saying my name. You really though it was me?” she asks with tears in her eyes.

“Yes baby. After I saw this I remember last night, and I remember thinking you were there with me. That’s why I’m so happy in everything. Because of you. You are the one that makes me happy. No some model.”

“Oh Harry.” She cries as she falls into my arms. “I’m so sorry. For everything. I was just as much of a bitch lately. I know that I wasn’t making things easy between us but I was just so jealous of everything else. Especially her. Then last night happened and it just pushed me over the edge.”

“I know love, and I am so sorry. I’m going to make it up to you if you’ll let me. I love you so much Ashley.”

“I love you too Harry.” I take her face in my and kiss her. Relief floods through me. I didn’t know if I was going to get to kiss her again. After we spend a some time reconnecting she pulls back from me.

“Are those for me?”

“Oh yeah. I forgot about them.” I reach over and grab the flowers, candy, and other treats for her. Everything that I could find that reminded me of the two of us I brought. I even got her two more bottles of perfume she broke.

“I’m sorry I threw those at you.”

“It’s okay love. I wouldn’t expect anything less. I deserved it.” I smiled. We spend the rest of the night kissing, making love, and cuddling. When she was finally asleep on my chest I grabbed my phone and took a picture of the two of us. I posted it online telling everyone that no matter what they saw that this is the only girl I love, and it was going to be that way for a really long time.


.::HARRY::.

I’m  looking all over for my hat. I swear that I just saw it like two minutes ago and I really need to find it so I can get out of here. I know that if I draw Ashley’s attention to me then we’ll start fighting. I don’t know why it’s been so hard for us lately. I feel spending so much time apart but she just doesn’t seem to under stand the networking I need to be doing. I’m just trying to make things better for the both of us.

I head down stairs to see if I had already taken it down there. I walk into the living room and find Ashley sitting on the couch flipping through a magazine. “You looking for something?” She asks sweetly. I still love her with every fiber of my being but I just need some time to myself right now with all of the major changes going on.

“Uh, yeah. My black hat.” I answered her.

“Oh it’s right there.” She gestures to the coffee table in front of her. “Are you going somewhere?”

“Just meeting Nick and some people for a late lunch then who knows what.”

“So does that mean you aren’t going to be home for dinner?” I could tell where this was going. Another fight that I was doing my best to avoid.

“No probably not.” She nodes her head slowly in recognition.

“Is she going to be there?” I know who she’s talking about, and it’s getting annoying that she won’t say her name.

“If you are meaning Kendall then yes she will probably be there.” I grab for my hat off the table.

“This is the fourth night this week that you have gone out with other people instead of spending time with me.” I copied her earlier motion of nodding my head slowly. “Did you maybe think that I would like to go out with you and your friends.” I could tell that she was setting me up to fail. These were the worst positions to be in.

“You never want to go out with my friends. Especially if Kendall is going to be there?”

“Yeah well it kind of sucks sitting there and watching a model sit and flirt with your boyfriend why be chooses to ignore you. I would say not my favorite way to spend an evening, but still and invitation would have been nice.”

“Ashley, would you like to go out to lunch with my friends and I?” I asked exasperated. I know that she’s going to say no.

“No, not now that I’ve had to guilty trip it out of you. I hope you enjoy the rest of your day spending it with people sucking up to you, who are trying to use you for a head line.” She’s almost yelling now as she rises from the couch and heads for the stairs.

“I know you feel that way Ashley, but it’s not true. We are just close friends.”

“Yeah try saying that again when the pap shots come out of the two of you kissing each other.” She yells.

“You know that those were exaggerated. We didn’t kiss. It was just the angle and twisted into a situation that wasn’t real.”

“Yeah but it was a situation that you shouldn’t have even put yourself in. You knew that it would look bad, and you know that she always had cameras following her. That’s not going to change, and your going to get into a situation that she puts you in where she is going to make an advance on you. Are you going to be able to say no Harry? Or is she what you want. If that’s so then you should just let me know now.” We were practically screaming at each other at this point. I knew that it was really starting to get to her but I didn’t know what to do to solve the conflict. So I did what I’ve been doing the best lately. I left.

“You know, that’s not true. I’m leaving now and I’ll talk to you when I get home.” I left but  could still hear the way that she slammed the door to most likely our bedroom. I just shook my head and headed to the car.

***********

.::Ashley::.

It has been this way for the last week or so. The two of us spending more and more time apart and fighting when ever we are together. I was getting really tired of it. The fight was starting to wear on me more and more and I don’t think Harry cared or even noticed it.

I crawled into bed and pulled myself into a tight ball. I just don’t know what to do any more. I feel like I’ve tried everything to get Harry to try and work this out with me, but all he wants to do is go out with his “friends”. I don’t know why he thinks that they have his back when the majority of them are just there to use him. To be seen with Harry Styles. The the main reason that I can’t stand being around them. They are incredibly fake.

I cry until my phone rings. I pull myself out of my protective cocoon to answer it.

“Hello?”

“Ashley love. How are you?” my best friend called to check in on me.

“Hey. I’m alright.” I respond but my voice is rough from crying so much.

“It doesn’t sound like you are alright.”

“Harry and I just had a fight.”

“Oh I’m sorry doll. I know that’s the worst thing ever. Is there anything I can do?”

“I don’t think so. It’s just so hard. He’s just keep pulling away from me and the more I try and keep him the less he wants to be around. Like today. He’s off with his friends and he didn’t even think to invite me. I don’t think we’ve been on a really date in probably a month. We just need something to bring us together when right now everything is doing it’s best to tear us apart.”

“Oh Ash, I wish there was something I could tell you. You know I’m shit at advice but hand in there girl. If you need me to I would be happy to find someone to kick his arse for you.” It was that comment that made me finally crack a smile.

“Thanks. I think I’m going to try and get out of the house. I need to not think about him right now.”

“Well how about a trip to the shops then? I am great at spending money, and they say retail therapy is very healthy!” I laugh softly as I agree and tell her that we can meet up in about an hour.

I spent the rest of the day getting lost in dresses, shirts, and shoes. Finding a killer outfit always seemed to make me feel better. That was until I walked back into the house and was saw Harry’s boots sitting in the middle of the entryway. It was the smallest thing that brought all of my anger right back to the surface.

It continued when I was just about to head to bed and my phone starting going off with notifications. I had no idea what could have been going on. There were text messages, tweets, snapchats all from friends and family asking me if I knew what was going on with Harry. If things were okay with Harry and I. If we had broken up and not informed anyone. I knew in that moment that he had gotten himself into the situation where he had gone to far.

I pulled up twitter and it was there within the first three tweets. Harry Styles and Kendall Jenner seen getting cosy at Soho House. Harry Styles kissing up on Kendall Jenner as the two spend a night out. Kendall’s night out with her new man Harry Styles. I had seen enough. I dropped my phone on the side of the bed before ran to the bathroom and threw up everything I had eaten that evening. I knew this was coming. I shouldn’t even be surprised.

I put on some old movie to try and drown out my thoughts as I try to fall asleep. It didn’t help that much seeing as I am still awake when Harry gets home around two in the morning. He stumbles into our room trying to take off his clothes of bed. “I think you should sleep in the guest room tonight.” I tell him as he starts to make his way over the bed.

“Why the fuck would I do that?” He slurs.

“Becuase I don’t want you in my bed after you spent the whole day cheating on me with another women.” I spit at him.

“What the fuck are you talking about Ashley? I’m too tired for this shit tonight.”

“It all over the internet Harry. The videos of you and Kendal hooking up at Soho House. That’s something I certainly don’t need to see, but for some reason everyone and there mom thinks that they should keep sending it to me. So please either get out of this room and sleep somewhere or I will.” He huffs at me as he falls onto the bed.

“It’s my god damn house. I’ll sleep where I please.”

“Fine. I though you considered it our house, but I guess I was wrong about a lot of things.” I am pushed over the edge. I storm into our walk in closet rip the closest bag I can find and start shoving clothes into it. I don’t know when I’ll be back here to get the rest of my things. Half way through I head into the bathroom to gather things from there. It was then that Harry finally comes to his senses. He has himself propped against the door jam while he rubs at his face.

“Where are you going?” he practically sighs.

“A hotel, my sisters, a friends. I don’t know yet but it’s not like fucking care. You’ve made that more than evident.”

“Ashley, you know that’s not true.” I slam the drawer closed that I’m rifling through to try and find the things I’ll need.

“Well you certainly have an interesting way of showing it lately.” I march back into the closet and shove the toiletry bag into the larger one.

“I don’t know what you want me to do. She hugged me and leaned in and kissed me. The cameras caught the moment. What did you want me to do?” I am flabbergasted. He can’t believe that what happened in any way shape or form is acceptable.

“What, what did I want you to do?” I grabbed the closest throwable thing I can find and hurl it at him. One of my bottles of perfume shatter against the wall near his head, as he ducked. “I wanted you to be no where near her. I wanted you to stay far away from her. I wanted you to stay home with me Harry. You’re actual girlfriend. Who you say you love” Another bottle shatters “I warned you this would happen. This fucking afternoon before you left I told you. I TOLD YOU this would fucking happen. But do you believe me, the one person who actually looks out for you because she loves you? No you run off with your so called “friends”.” I shut the bag and storm out of the closet. As I head down stairs I find the closest pair of shoes and keys and head out the door. I jump into the black jag and leave.

I do my best to be level headed. The last thing I need in this situation is to get into an accident and have that broadcasted. It’s already too late to head to someones house so I head for the Savoy instead. It doesn’t take me long to book a room and head upstairs. I dropped my bags near the door, find the closest box of tissues and fall into the pillows at the head of the bed. I cried myself to sleep that night, thinking about how everything went wrong. I saw all the warning signs and should have got out before I got my heart broken, but I knew I was in too deep. I was gone for this man from the first moment we started dating. I think that we could work things out but I guess he just found something better.

.::Harry::.

I woke up the next morning laying on top the blankets of our bed, fully clothed, with a pounding head ache. Ashley isn’t here, and that’s when it all comes rushing back. The fight we had last night after I came home. Her asking me to sleep in the guest room because she didn’t want me around after the she saw the video. Me telling her it was my house and I’ll do what I want. Her packing a bag, throwing things at my head, and leaving.

I groan thinking about how royally screwed I am with all of this. I knew the whole day that that Kendall was doing her best to get closer and closer to me. I can’t even count the number of times that she put her hand on my thigh and I removed it, reminded her that I had a girlfriend, and asked her not to do it again. “Well if you have a girlfriend, why isn’t she here now?” She questioned as she put her hand back and I removed it again.

I shower to get the smell of the club and her perfume off of me. As I let the water run over my shoulders and back I try to figure out the best way to get Ashley back. I know that I have been a massive dick to her lately, and she certainly doesn’t deserve it. I need her in my life though. I love her more than anyone else in this world, and I will do whatever I have to, to get her back.

The first step is to figure out how bad I screwed up last night. I kind of remember the situation she was talking about but by that time of the night I was way passed pissed and on my way to plastered. I start with Nick to see if he could clear things up for me.

“Haaarrrryyy. I certainly didn’t think I would be hearing from you this early. You had quiet the night last night. Thought you would still be dead to the world.”

“Yeah, well somethings happened when I got home last night and I got a lot to make for. Problem is I don’t fully remember everything that happened so if you could clear something up for me. What happened between Kendall and I?”

“Oh poor H. You don’t remember?”

“No, Grimmy. I don’t that’s why I’m calling.”

“You are in some hot water then. You were fine all afternoon pushing off Kendall’s advances. That was until after you like fifth shot. Things took a 180. I don’t know what happened to you, but you started to let her do what ever she wanted. By the time we got to Soho she was all over you. She had your hands all over you and when the two of you were at the table she pulled you into her and started making out with you. You just went along with it. A fuck ton of people got it on video and it’s all over. Everyone is saying that the two of you are together.”

“Aww shit. Why didn’t you stop me. You know what would do to Ash.”

“You’re a grown adult mate. Not my responsibility to look after you and your relationships.”

“Are you kidding me. You’re my friend. You are supposed to look out for me.”

“Well, it happened. What are you going to do about it now?”

“First off I’m going to tell you to fuck off. I can’t believe you would just let me ruin myself like that, and second I’m going to find Ashley and beg for her forgiveness. Hopefully she’ll take me back because she’s the only one who really cares for me.” I hang up the phone before me can even respond.

I take the risk and look online. The pictures and videos are everywhere. I catch one that looks like it was filmed right next to us. I see my face glassy eyes and red cheeked. I can see myself mouth something before Kendall kisses me. I rewind and play the video over and over again, trying to read my lips to make sure that I’m really seeing this correctly. I’m saying Ashley over and over again as I run my hand down Kendall’s hair. That’s when it all finally hits me. The reason I finally let Kendall came on to me is that I was drunk enough to think it was Ashley. I thought that she was there to take care of me. I don’t know how I even made that connection but with the way everything had been between us lately I was happy that we were happy with each other again. That’s why I let it go so far, but in reality it was Kendall.

I can’t believe that I would be so stupid as to let something like this happen. I should have never gotten that drunk with out her there with me. I’m a terrible boyfriend. I deserve to be alone and she deserves better but I don’t care. I want her to take me back. I will do anything for her to take me back. I grab my keys and wallet and head out the door.

I need to gather a few things before I head over to the Savoy. It her favorite hotel, and I know it was too late last night when she left for her to go to someones house. She amazing like that, and thinks of others before she acts. The few things I need to grab didn’t take long and I’m at the Savoy before dinner time.

I got her room number from the front desk agent who was a fan. I run to the elevator and jam the buttons until the doors open. When I am finally in front of her door I take a couple of deeps breaths before I knock. I can hear her walking towards the door and take one last breath.

“Go away Harry. I don’t want to see you.” She tells me through the door.

“I can’t Ash. My heart is here and if I leave I might die with out it.”

“It’s not here it’s with Kendall” she sneers her name “Where ever she is.”

“That’s not true Ash and you know it. You always have my heart, even through the hard times. I know that i’ve been the biggest ass lately, and I know that what I did last night was probably the worse thing ever but please let me explain.” The door remains closed but she isn’t telling me to leave again. I have my ear against it straining to hear what she’s doing

“I don’t know if I can let you explain. It hurts too much Harry.” She crying now and I softly pound my forehead on the door. I know that I’ve done this. I’ve caused this pain and I just want to take it all away.

“Please baby. Please open the door and let me come in. I know that I hurt you and I’m so sorry. I wish I could take it back and I know I can’t but I want to do what I can to make it better.” The door finally opens and she standing there with red rimmed eyes and tear stained cheeks. She’s wearing one of my old shirts and just that tiny thing give me hope that things are going to be okay. She motions for me to come inside and I walk past her. I’m not sure where to sit so I just remain standing. She has a pile of tissues on the couch with a blanket next to it, and some old rom com playing on the telly. She sits back down in the middle of it.

“So explain.”

“I know that I’ve been the world worse boyfriend. I know you warned me and I should have recognized it sooner that those people weren’t really my friends but it’s always nice to be wanted. We’ve been having such hard time lately and being with them was easy, and no one was fighting. We didn’t have to work at it. I should have been with you instead. I should have spent the time making sure you knew how much I love and appreciate you. I should have been showing you how much of a queen you really are to me, and for that I am sorry.

As for the incident last night. I can not apologize enough. The thing was I thought it was you.”

“You thought it was me. You thought, that model Kendall Jenner, was me?

“I know it sounds crazy, and it is. She kept making passes on me all day. I kept pushing her off. We kept drinking practically all day. We were at one pub and I was sitting at the bar thinking about you, and how much I missed you, and I wished that you were here and that things between us were better. And then it was like you were there. You came and rubbed my back, pulled me into a hug. I apologized for how horrible I had been lately and you apologized too. Then we left and we went dancing. I loved having you back in my arms. It was everything that I had been wanting these past few weeks with us fighting. Then you were gone again and I went home and you were mad at me. I was so drunk that I didn’t understand anything. I was so drunk that I had superimposed you onto her. Here look.” I pulled up the video I had watched earlier.

“I don’t want to see that Harry. I’ve seen you kissed her enough.”

“No that’s not what I want to show you. Look at me. Look at my lips. I keep saying your name. You can tell that I think I’m looking at you.” She takes the phone with a huff and I look at her with all the desperation I have. I can tell as she’s watching that she see’s what I see.

“You really are saying my name. You really though it was me?” she asks with tears in her eyes.

“Yes baby. After I saw this I remember last night, and I remember thinking you were there with me. That’s why I’m so happy in everything. Because of you. You are the one that makes me happy. No some model.”

“Oh Harry.” She cries as she falls into my arms. “I’m so sorry. For everything. I was just as much of a bitch lately. I know that I wasn’t making things easy between us but I was just so jealous of everything else. Especially her. Then last night happened and it just pushed me over the edge.”

“I know love, and I am so sorry. I’m going to make it up to you if you’ll let me. I love you so much Ashley.”

“I love you too Harry.” I take her face in my and kiss her. Relief floods through me. I didn’t know if I was going to get to kiss her again. After we spend a some time reconnecting she pulls back from me.

“Are those for me?”

“Oh yeah. I forgot about them.” I reach over and grab the flowers, candy, and other treats for her. Everything that I could find that reminded me of the two of us I brought. I even got her two more bottles of perfume she broke.

“I’m sorry I threw those at you.”

“It’s okay love. I wouldn’t expect anything less. I deserved it.” I smiled. We spend the rest of the night kissing, making love, and cuddling. When she was finally asleep on my chest I grabbed my phone and took a picture of the two of us. I posted it online telling everyone that no matter what they saw that this is the only girl I love, and it was going to be that way for a really long time.


As I was thinking about how this story would go the fight scene in my head was epic. So when you read through it I hope you imagined them screaming and yelling and basically just going at it. Anyways I hope that you enjoyed it and I hope it was worth the read. Request are open. Let me know. LOVE YOU MUAH! xoxo

8

- I don’t know what I’m supposed to do.
- I’ll tell you exactly what you’re gonna do. You’re gonna start listening to us. The world is a better place because of what we did, Elliot, and you’re gonna realize that one way or another. Now, here’s what I need you to do. You’re going to walk to the subway. You’re going to get on your train. You’re going to get off at your stop. You’re going to go home. You’re gonna sit at your computer, watch and enjoy the beautiful carnage that we’ve all created together.

BNHA

I’m ready. I’m fucking ready of Katsuki’s character development. I’m ready for the moment something so horrible happens to him, that it leaves him completely devastated and vulnerable and he realizes that no, he’s not invincible, and yes, he needs help, because karma better be a bitch. I’m ready for the moment he and Izuku join forces and fight together out of their own volition and come out triumphant. I’m just ready for Katsuki to get his shit together and grow the fuck up.

Surprise me

I’ve never started one of these before, but I thought it looked fun and I needed something to make me feel better, so. When your tagged, reblog with five things you bet your followers didn’t know about you (or just five really interesting facts about yourself). Then tag five people and pass it on. I just want to know more about the people I talk to here! I’ll start:

1. I do traditional Irish dance. You may have known that, I’m not sure.
2. Up until my junior year of high school, I really wanted to be a fighter pilot. I thought it looked dangerous and exciting and I was going to be a national hero and all that. I gave that up because a) my eyesight isn’t good enough b) my vision of the role was completely unrealistic c) I decided I wanted to be a teacher instead
3. I really dislike tropical climates. I don’t like insects, snakes, spiders, etc. and I REALLY don’t like heat. So y'all can keep your Hawaiian vacations; there’s a beach on Prince Edward Island with my name on it.
4. I’m an auditory learner to an extreme degree; I can not only mimick accents pretty well but I adopt other people’s speaking patterns when I’ve been talking with them for a while, and I have very high auditory recall (meaning, I remember things I’ve heard at a much higher rate than most people).
5. Anytime someone asks me if I want kids someday, the answer is “yes, at least three, five would be even better.” I think that’s why I don’t have a boyfriend (well, partially); they get scared by how serious I think about my future.

I’m tagging @everyjourneylove @tolkienswiggityswag @jennybaneni @little-red-83 and @hobbits-hobby-jess   but anyone can fill it out; I want to know!