i'm just not in the mood to answer this stuff seriously anymore

anonymous asked:

prompt: ian and mickey with a daughter

//so yeah this is really long but yeah here you go!//


‘What do you think it is?’

Ian looked away from the sonogram for a moment and considered Mickey’s question. ‘How am I supposed to know? Not as if I’m the one carrying it,’ he said.

Mickey rolled his eyes. ‘Fine, fine. What do you want it to be?’

'Can’t exactly answer that either. Another Carl or another Debbie…neither exactly sounds appealing. I love them, but…you know what I mean.’

'Yeah. I don’t really want a mini Mandy running around either,’ Mickey said, smiling at Ian. They were both quiet for a moment, returning their attention to the sonogram. Six weeks already. 'You know it’s going to be nothing like our siblings, right?’ he asked seriously.

'I know. And we’re going to be nothing like our fathers,’ Ian said, clasping Mickey’s hand meaningfully. He was talking mainly about Terry. Frank was a liar and a drunk, sure, but compared to Terry, he was practically a saint.

'I hope it’s a boy,’ Mickey said suddenly.


'Yeah. If we have a girl, she’ll be bringing boys home to fuck every five minutes. And I’d have to be protective and shit, put them in their places, scare them off. Dad stuff,’ Mickey explained. Ian burst out laughing.

'Are you planning on parenting like you’re in a nineties sitcom?’ he joked. 'She’ll just fuck them somewhere else, Mick. God knows we did it in some weird places,’ he reminded him.

'If it’s a girl, I won’t know the first thing to say,’ Mickey said quietly. Now Ian saw through his facade. He was insecure. 'I don’t know anything about girls, and neither do you because we’re both guys, and we’re both gay so it’s not like we know about women from fucking them like straight dads do,’ he said all in a rush.

'Well you used to -’

'Shut the fuck up, Ian, I’m serious,’ Mickey cut him off.

'Sorry. I was trying to lighten the mood. I shouldn’t have bought that up,’ he told Mickey apologetically.

'It’s fine. But don’t you agree?’

'No. Sure we’re maybe better equipped to deal with a son, but just because we’re not women and we’re not into women doesn’t mean we’re incapable of having a daughter. Ok? Don’t ever feel like you’re not enough. Don’t ever feel like you’re incapable of doing something because of who you are. If anything, everything we’ve been through is just going to make us better parents.’ Ian told him, kissing him firmly. 'There’s no-one else I would rather have a kid with.’

Mickey smiled a little. He still found it hard to do that, even after all this time. Show emotions that weren’t anger. Feel happiness. He had to let himself, it never came naturally.

Mickey slid into Ian’s shoulder and looked back at the sonogram. They were quiet, and he just listened to Ian’s heartbeat and felt Ian’s hands gently running through his dark hair. ‘Ian?’


'Do you know anything about periods and shit?’

Ian chuckled. ‘Well one time we shoved a tampon up Lip’s nose to stop it bleeding,’ he told him, grinning. Mickey looked at him, eyebrows raised. ‘Look, we’ll just figure it out if and when it happens. Yeah?’



'Shit shit shit,’ Mickey muttered, pacing the hospital corridor for the umpteenth time.

'You need to calm down man,’ Lip said from behind, taking him by the shoulders and steering him to the seats by the wall.

'Why won’t they let me in?’

'State laws, hospital protocols, cunt doctors. I’m sure you’re familiar,’ Lip said, causing a pair of passing nurses to flinch nervously.

'I’m the fucking dad too.’ Mickey whispered.

'Yes you are,’ Lip stated in agreement. 'I know that and Ian knows that. And the kid’s going to know it too,’ he told him.

Mickey looked at him, his eyes heavy with tears that Lip knew he was too proud to cry. ‘After everything…after getting shot, getting raped, getting the shit beat out of me…this is the worst. This shit is regulated, I can’t control it, I can’t do anything. I’m missing the birth of my child,’ he trailed off.

'You know I’ve never been worried about you and Ian?’

'What are you talking about? The fuck does that have to do with anything?’

'Never. Because with you two, the stakes have always been higher. You’ve always had to go through more and be more for each other. Maybe you more than him. When he told me you two were fucking, I was surprised, sure. But I wasn’t worried. When he told me he was fucking Kash - well, when I figured it out - I was worried, I was pissed. But with you? I knew from that first moment that you must really give a damn if you were risking it all to be with him. And time went on and you stayed together - for the most part - and I barely even thought about it anymore. If I was put through even half the shit you’ve been through, Mickey, I’d have given up. But you never did, did you? You destroyed yourself, you kissed him with a broken face, you searched for him, you literally carried him. When he got diagnosed, you were there with him and you’ve never left his side since. What I’m trying to say here is that I wasn’t worried when he was sixteen and I’m not worried now. You will be able to get through this because I don’t think there’s anything this world could throw at you that you couldn’t handle. You’re Mickey fucking Milkovich.’

Mickey hugged Lip on instinct, before he could stop himself. ‘Thanks,’ he said gruffly, masking tears. ‘And I’m sorry I beat you up that one time,’ he added.

Lip laughed. ‘Shit, I’d forgotten about that,’ he remarked, breaking off the hug and clapping Mickey on the shoulder. ‘Ian?’ he called out, seeing his brother at the other end of the hall. Mickey was on his feet in a second.

'What’s happening? Is everything ok? Has it popped out yet? Boy? Girl? Ian why aren’t you saying anything? Shit did we lose it? Shit we did, didn’t we? Ian talk to me!’ Mickey spluttered frantically.

Ian was smiling, smiling so wide and with so much love. ‘No. No Mick, we didn’t lose her,’ he told him gently.

'Her?’ Mickey gasped.

Ian nodded. ‘You’re going to have to learn about periods,’ he said, right before kissing Mickey with possibly more passion than ever before.

'What’s she like?’

'She’s amazing. Come and meet her,’ he grabbed Mickey’s hand and led him inside, casting a glance back at Lip and silently thanking him for being there, for waiting with Mickey. Lip grinned back.


'I love you but shut up,’ Mickey said to the howling baby in his arms.

'Mick, don’t tell our daughter to shut up,’ Ian said in mock disapproval, smiling at them. They were side by side in bed, Mickey holding Rose.

'Our daughter,’ Mickey echoed.

They’d lost count of how many nights had been like this. Just laying there at 2am in the dark, half wishing they were sleeping and half wishing to never leave that moment. It didn’t matter that Rose was crying, that Ian had baby vomit on his arm or that Mickey had a headache. They’d honestly never felt closer. And the love they had for that tiny six month old bundle that Mickey clutched in his arms was a love neither had been prepared to feel and neither could understand yet.

Ian turned on his side and placed his hand on Mickey’s arm. ‘I love you so much,’ he told him. Mickey looked at him, the corners of his mouth twitching.

'I love you Ian,’ he returned after a pause. It still took him a moment sometimes. Ian knew why and he didn’t mind.


'Rose, why have we been called in today?’ Ian asked his daughter.

'I don’t know Daddy,’ she said truthfully.

'What have you done? You hit someone? You mouth off?’ Mickey fired the questions at her.

'I don’t think so,’ their six year old replied.

'How can you not know? Has your fist been in someone’s face or not?’ Mickey demanded.

Ian took his hand to calm him down. ‘Rose, whatever it is, we won’t be mad. You can tell us anything. We’ll work through it, as a family,’ he told her. Mickey made an odd sound from next to him. ‘You ok?’ he murmured. Mickey nodded, not looking at him.

She thought for a moment. ‘I really can’t think what I’ve done, I promise,’ she told Ian, her eyes wide with worry.

'Ah, you must be Rose’s parents?’ came a cheerful voice from behind them.

'Yes. I’m Ian,’ he said, extending his hand, smiling brightly. He knew they had to get off on the right foot before facing whatever it was that Rose had done.

'Mickey,’ he said, also shaking the woman’s hand.

'Pleasure. I’m Miss Cooper, Rose’s teacher,’ she introduced herself, 'thank you for taking the time to come here today,’ she said, sitting behind her desk.

'Of course, it’s no trouble,’ Mickey said carefully, trying not to curse.

'Well let’s get right to it, shall we? Rose is doing so well. I’m thrilled with the progress she’s been making,’ she told them. Ian and Mickey were stunned.

'She’s not in trouble?’ Ian asked uncertainly.

'Of course not! Gosh is that what you thought this was? No, not at all!’ the teacher reassured them.

Rose was grinning up at her fathers, triumphant.

'Here is a story she wrote, it’s just wonderful…and they’ve been building robots in art class, hers is that purple one on the table behind you. And these are her workbooks - almost perfect scores in math quizzes and spelling tests. And Rose, tell your dads what you did in history yesterday!’

'I recited all the Presidents, in order,’ she said proudly.

'You make them learn that?’ Ian asked incredulously.

'No, not when they’re six! She just knew. Must have learned it of her own free will,’ Miss Cooper explained, smiling at Rose.

Ian read what his daughter had written, carefully and neatly in soft pencil, telling the story six children living in a house with no parents. On the last page she’d drawn them. A tall girl in shorts with messy dark hair, two boys of equal height, one in jeans, the other with a solid crayoned block of orange hair, a girl with a ponytail and red lipstick, a boy with no hair holding a baseball bat, and on the floor at the end was a toddler wearing a nappy. His fingers traced the red haired figure. He looked at her, a lump in his throat. ‘This is great,’ he told her softly. Rose smiled and silently pointed to the corner of the page. She’d drawn a little house with one window. A girl with a nose ring and pink streaked hair was what first caught his eye. Next to her was a shorter figure, a boy with a shock of black hair in a tank top. They were staring longingly at the big family above them. Ian felt his eyes tearing up and then he just hugged his little girl as hard as he could. ‘I love you,’ he told her.

'Ok,’ she said. The adults all laughed.


'Did you hear that?’ Mickey said, putting down his coffee mug.

'Hear what?’ Ian asked. Another scream.

'That,’ Mickey told him.

'Shit,’ said Ian, running upstairs, Mickey behind. 'Rose? What happened?’

The bathroom door unlocked and Rose came out, still in her pyjamas. She looked pretty shaken. ‘Um. Nothing,’ she said, averting her eyes.

'You were screaming. I thought you were six weeks old again, never mind sixteen,’ Ian said her. He still couldn’t believe how long it had been.

'I said it’s nothing. Please let me go to my room. Please,’ she said quietly.

'Fine. Go. You can tell us whenever you’re ready?’ Mickey called after her. She shook her head and shuffled off. He turned to Ian. 'You think she’s pregnant?’ he whispered. Ian hadn’t even thought of that. But Mickey had grown up with Mandy. He shrugged, glancing after his daughter. Then he saw. He nudged Mickey. There was blood streaked on her pyjamas. As soon as she was in her room, Mickey groaned, looking terrified. This had been his worst fear sixteen years ago and it still lingered.

'Ian I can’t. What the fuck do we do? I don’t - what are you doing?’ Ian was going into their bedroom and opening the closet.

'Fiona gave me these back when Rose was thirteen or so. I put them away and forgot about them…I figured she had to have started by now, you know? Just figured it out on her own and not told us. We should’ve done something. How could we have been so fucking careless?’

'We kept putting it off. And I think we were in denial that she was growing up. But yeah. We should've…I don’t know, something.’

'I’m doing something now,’ Ian said, heading towards Rose’s bedroom. He knocked. 'Can I come in? You decent?’ he asked gently. Mickey was trying to pull him away furiously. 'We can’t avoid this anymore Mick,’ Ian told him as they entered. She was sitting on her bed, laptop open. Ian gently closed the lid and sat beside her. But before he could say anything, Mickey began.

'Rose. What’s happening is totally normal. It happens every month. You can use these, they’re called tampons, or there’s towels. If these aren’t right, here’s twenty dollars, you can buy whichever kind you need. I’m sorry we didn’t talk about this sooner. We love you,’ he said, speaking very quickly to a stunned Rose, and then got up to leave.

'Oh my god! Oh my god, no!’ Rose shrieked from the bed. 'That’s not why - you guys thought - oh my god!’ she said, laughing uncontrollably.

'Your - pyjamas,’ Mickey said, confused and awkward. She blushed.

'Shit, sorry,’ she muttered. Her turn to be embarrassed. 'I was screaming because…I can’t say,’ she told them.

'Rose, are you pregnant?’ Ian asked her, automatically returning to their earlier assumption. She laughed.

'Seriously?’ she asked, gesturing to the boxes of tampons. Ian sighed at his stupidity. 'Besides, I’m seeing a girl right now,’ she said casually.

Her fathers stared at each other.

'Why didn’t you tell us before?’ Ian asked.

'I wasn’t sure. I’m still not,’ she explained. She shrugged. 'It was a…surprise, when it all happened. I like her a lot. I don’t know if it’s just her or if it’s girls. I like guys a lot too. I’m trying not to get too caught up in it,’ she told them.

Mickey stared at his daughter. This girl who reminded him of himself in so many ways. But she had accepted herself and she was more certain of her heart at sixteen than he had been back then, and later. And she had better parents than him. He’d prove it, he knew, as he went to hold her.

'I’m so proud of you,’ he said.

Rose hugged her father back. She knew his life had not been easy, but she didn’t know the full story. There were questions she’d asked over the years that had been met with awkward attempts to shy away from the truth until eventually she’d just stopped asking. She knew they were both covered in scars. She knew she only had one set of grandparents. The picture she had in her head of her parents’ lives was in bits and pieces. Maybe one day they’d tell her everything, maybe they wouldn’t. Ultimately she didn’t care. She knew they loved her, she knew they did. Nothing was ever faked in their house and nothing was ever hidden. Well. She was going to hide their surprise anniversary party that Lip had just told her about on the phone. But nothing else.

'Is something burning?’ she asked after a moment.

'The pancakes!’ Mickey exclaimed, bounding out of the bedroom and thundering down the stairs to save their breakfast.

Ian laughed. ‘Breakfast foods,’ he said simply. ‘Are you ok?’ he asked her seriously.

'Yeah. I’m good,’ she told her father, smiling.

He ruffled her hair. ‘It really is ok, you know? To be confused, I mean. You have the right parents for it,’ he said, smiling. She nodded. Ian kissed the top of her head and turned to leave.

'I really love you guys a lot, ok?’ she called out. Ian smiled. She didn’t say it often. She was like Mickey that way.

He nodded. ‘I know. Love you too,’ he said, closing the door.

'Thanks for the twenty bucks!’ she yelled as he walked downstairs. Ian grinned to himself as he entered the kitchen to see Mickey scraping black discs from the hot plate.

'Gonna have to start a new batch,’ he said.

Ian went up behind him and snaked his hands around his waist, kissing his neck. ‘I know it wasn’t needed, but what you said up there was amazing.’

Mickey leaned into his touch. ‘It felt really…parent-y, you know? I never - I never thought I’d get to have that,’ he murmured.

'I can’t believe the boy who wouldn’t let me kiss him twenty years ago is still with me now,’ Ian said. 'Hell, has a kid with me.’

'Not so much of a kid anymore though, is she,’ Mickey said. 'And I still can’t believe I ever stopped myself from doing this,’ he turned around and kissed Ian. They were familiar with each others lips now, but their hearts still jolted like they did when they shared their first kiss in that driver’s seat.

'I love you, Gallagher’ Mickey told him. Ian smiled. No hesitation now.


//The end.//

sabiduriaespoder replied to your postbitchy-gorgon said: im p done with your crusade…

About the magical aura…I think is right. If men didn’t exist, patriarchy won’t exist either, but you don’t need banish men for the face of the Earth to banish patriarchy (just like an example). Men and patriarchy sounds like the same thing, but no

sorry i can’t hear you over the sound of my welding torch

i am in the process of making an enormous spaceship that i will use to banish all men to saturn

anonymous asked:

Can u do an imagine where i live in a house with all the boys and all of them flirt with me but I only want matthew but Matthew says he has no feelings ( but he lies he actually does) and I move back home bcus I'm so heart broken and he comes after me. ( sorry it's a lot )

“Leave me alone” You laugh as Nash plays with your hair, throwing it over your eyes, and around your face.

“Come one (y/n) take a break, you know you wanna” He chirps

“Nash seriously” You laugh, pulling at your hair

“You’re no fun” He tells you as he walks out of your room, “At least you’re hot” 

You scoff, then throw a pillow at him as he laughs and closes the door before it hits him.

“Well well well,” Gilinsky says as you enter the kitchen to get a drink, “look who finally emerged from her room” 

You roll your eyes as you open the fridge and grab a bottle of Fiji Water before closing it again.

You look at Jack, “Rude” You joke 

“You love it” He says leaning over the counter, and winks. 

You roll your eyes again as you walk away, taking a sip of water. 

“Oh sorry babe” Cam says as he walks directly into you

“It’s fine “ You reassure him as he holds your arms with his hands, “have you seen Matt?”

“Uh, not today no sorry” Cam says, letting go of your arms

You nod, “No it’s cool” 

You start to walk back up the stairs when the front door opens and Matt walks in with a girl.

Your stomach drops, as you freeze on the stairs. Cam looks up at you, but you don’t break contact with Matt and the girl. 

“Hey guys!” Matt says before introducing the girl. 

All the guys greet her, turning to look at you after doing so. You try to nudge it off, but you can’t deal with them knowing how you are feeling. You smile at Matt and the girl then go back up to your room and slam the door, before bursting into tears on your bed. 

There’s a knock on the door, “Go away!” You yell - mostly into your pillow.

The visitor does not comply, as you hear the door open and someone walk in.

“(y/n)” You hear Johnson’s voice say as he sits beside you.

You don’t say anything - you just smother your pillow with your tears.

“Okay I know it looks bad, but hey, he’ll be done with her sooner than you know.” He tries to convince you. 

You exhale a pathetic attempt at a laugh, as you sit up and face Jack. 

“Jack, you know Matt.” You say, “When he likes something, he does everything in his power to keep it.” You wipe your eyes.

Jack shrugs, then looks away, “You’d be surprised” He says, almost silently. 

The days with her around are long, and soon enough - you realise it’s not doing you any good being around them. 

“(y/n)?” You hear, as well as a knock on your marginally opened door. 

“Come in.” You say, rummaging through your stuff.

“Uh I just wanted to say goodbye” You turn to find that it’s Shawn, with his arms open. 

You smile, as you wrap your arms around his waist and he encompasses you in his arms. 

“I’m gonna miss you the most Shawn” You tell him, resting your head on his chest. “Where’s Matt?” 

Shawn pulls away, “he’s uh, out with, uh, her..” 

You nod understandingly. “That’s fine” You reassure him, “I didn’t want to make a huge scene anyway” You try to laugh. 


“Hey (y/n)?” Nash says into the phone.

“Hey buddy, it’s good to hear your voice” You say

“Alright no need to get nostalgic, it’s only been a day.” He says

You start to laugh, when you hear Cam’s voice in the background telling Nash to put you on speakerphone. You start to tear up when you hear them all greet you. 

“I miss you guys” You say, holding in a shaky breath.

“Yeah yeah yeah, no time” You hear Cam say

You raise an eyebrow, “Wh-“

“Shut up,” Cam says, “Matt is coming.” 


“Shhh, shut up!” Cam continues, “He’s coming to see you.” 

“This isn’t what he want-“ Nash starts

“He left a few hours ago and he didn’t want us to tell you but I had to tell you” Cam says, “you know, so that you’re ready” 

“Ready, wh- ready for wha-“ You stop as you hear the doorbell ring.

“ANSWER IT” Cam says before the phone clicks off. 

“I- uh” You look at your phone, then put it down before walking over to the door.

You open it, to reveal a panting Matt at the door.

“Matt I-“ You start

“(y/n)” He says, out of breath. Before you or he can say anything, he steps forward; grabs your face and kisses you.

You pull away, “Matt what-“

“Look I was wrong, I was wrong” Matt interrupts you.

You take a deep breath, getting interrupted so constantly was starting to take its toll, so you let him speak.

“I thought that maybe if I found someone else, I would get over you” Matt says, and you are taken aback. “But it’s you (y/n), it’s always been you. I can’t get you out of my head, out of my thoughts, you’re all I ever seem to care about anymore. You lift my mood more than you know, you’re always there, and I tried so hard not to let these feelings get between us, but when I found out you left, especially without saying goodbye, I couldn’t stand it. I couldn’t bear being with that girl that I don’t even care about, I couldn’t bear the thought of not seeing you around every day.” 

He takes a deep breath, then continues, “I know it may not seem like it, but I love you (y/f/n). I am in love with you. 


I'm Sorry. (Harry Styles) #5


Ahem… okay, sooo, I also have a Wattpad account and I also write stories there. I have 2 unfinished Harry fanfictions, a Scott McCall/Teen Wolf fanfic (there are 3 books for now), I’m also working on a Stiles Stilinski fanfic, a George Weasley fanfic, and there’s also a Derek Hale story (It only has an introduction but I’ll try to write more about it)! So, idk, check it out please? It would really mean a lot to me, my name is dobbywobbles on Wattpad! And if you ever feel like talking to me message me anytime, I LOVE having Internet friends!! :3


It was incredible how someone could ruin your mood in just a minute, when you were the happiest you’ve ever been in a while. Even worse when the person that ruined your mood was actually the reason you were happy in the first place. Amy came looking for me after she finished her work, slightly annoyed that I left the library without waiting for her. But then I told her what happened and she let it go, getting mad at Harry instead. “He’s a douchebag,” she said, both of us walking through the halls. “I’m telling you, the douchebagitis is contagious!’

We really didn’t tell the others about what Harry said, I felt like all I ever talked to them about was Harry. So instead, we just had our "normal” conversations. We were all fangirls and fanboys here, so we didn’t freak out when one of us started squealing like mad about a TV show or a celebrity crush. We were all equal.

The rest of the day went… alright, I guess. Nothing interesting happened, it rarely does. Valerie lent me another YA book that I’ve never heard about, but I read the first 2 chapters and it seemed interesting, so she let me take it home. I’ll probably finish it by the time night falls, since I don’t have anything else to do. Well, yeah, we were going to the movies, but nothing else.

So, I was sitting on the couch, reading the book. Mom received a call from work and had to leave and dad didn’t arrive from work until 8. Keith was upstairs in his room so basically I was home alone. Sometimes I really wished I could get a dog, or maybe a cat, so it could keep me company. I’ve been wanting a dog since I was little but I never had one. Dad was working most of the time, mom had a lot of things to do, Keith is a lazy ass, I was too little, so we didn’t have time to take care of a dog. And then I just got tired of asking for one, but I still want to have a small dog sleeping on my lap. The closest I’ve had from a pet was Harry’s cat, since I spent a lot of time with him.

Sighing, I closed the book, making sure to place the bookmark in it. Rubbing my temples, I screamed at myself internally for thinking of something and then relating it with Harry. It was already getting tiring. “I hate him” I muttered to myself.

“Hey little sis” Keith said, making his way to the kitchen and opening the fridge.

“Hey” I said, laying on the couch now.

“What’s wrong?” He took a seat next to me, a bottle of Ensure in his hands.

I shook my head. “Boys are jerks… no offense”

“None taken,” he said. “But… is this about Harry?”

I gave him a look. “What do you think?”

“I’ll take that as a yes”

“I feel so stupid getting so upset over him!,” I said. “He’s an idiot! We’re not friends anymore! I should be playing piano, singing, writing random stuff, taking pictures, but it seems like all of those things are not even important anymore! I’ve been listening to Adele so much lately and I feel like I need psychological help! Ugh, I wish I never met him!”

“Henley,” Keith spoke. “With all honesty? I think you’re both being stupid. I mean, you guys have known each other for YEARS! You grew up together, I’ve never seen two people so close to each other, seriously! And now you’re both throwing that amazing friendship away?”

“Well… tell Harry that,” I said, tears in my eyes. Folding my arms across my chest, I kept talking. “I didn’t want that to happen, but he didn’t seem to care. What can I do about it? I can’t just get on my knees and beg for him to be my friend again! I just gotta move on and stick with my real friends”

He shrugged. “Okay then, do whatever you want. But I do know something. Yesterday, when we were having dinner? It was awkward as hell”

“What would you know? You were too busy drooling over Gemma!” I said, smirking at him.

A blush crept onto his face a his eyes widened. “I-I wasn’t!”

I laughed at him. “Sure. Whatever you say, loverboy”

“Shut up!” He yelled at me as I made my way upstairs.

As soon as I laid on my bed and turned on my laptop, my phone started to ring. When I saw that it was an unknown number, I furrowed my eyebrows. I didn’t recognize it and I was considering just to ignore it. It was probably a wrong number, anyways. But, just out of curiosity, I decided that it was better to pick it up. So I did. “Hello?”

“Henley?,” the person said, making me sit up straight. “It’s me, Luke!”

I couldn’t stop the small gasp that came out of my mouth. Why was he calling me? “Oh! Hey Luke! How did you get my number?”

“Your friend Ray gave it to me when we were at the Robotics Club,” he answered. “Anyways, I hope you’re doing well”

I smiled. “I am, thank you. I hope you’re well, too”

“I am. Just doing stupid homework,” he said, to which I chuckled. “Hey listen, I know It’s pretty late to ask, but I decided to take a shot anyways. So, I think you already know that there’s going to be a party tonight at my house”

“Uh… yeah, I heard something like that” I said, confused as to why he was telling me this.

“Well, I was just wondering if you wanted to come?,” he asked, my eyes turning wide like tennis balls. “I mean, you seemed like a pretty cool girl, so yeah. You can invite your friends, they seem cool as well!”

I couldn’t help but to blush. It’s been so long since I’ve been to a party. I appreciated Luke’s invitation… but Harry was certainly going to be there. He never missed a party, it seemed. And I didn’t know who else was going to be there. I wasn’t comfortable around people I didn’t know. But, he did say I could bring my friends! I guess I’m just over thinking it because I knew I’d see Harry. And I wasn’t ready. And I don’t know if the others would want to go… Oh, who am I kidding? I’m making up excuses! We’d probably be the people no one wants to hang out with! People would make fun of us! Harry will probably surrounded by a bunch of girls trying to get with him… but you know what? I was starting to not care about that the more I thought about it. I wanted to let Harry know that we could have fun without him!

“I’d love to go!” I found myself saying.

“Great!,” he said. “It starts at seven, so you have time to get ready and all”

I laughed. “Okay then, I’ll call the others to see if they wanna come”

“Alrighty! I already told Ray and Joseph but I told them that I’d take care of you, and that you’d tell the others”

“Okay! Well, I’ll see you tonight, I guess” I said.

“Sounds good. Take care!”


After he hung up, I immediately looked for Emily’s number and dialed it. She picked it up after the 4th ring. “Hoollo?”

“Emily, change of plans!,” I told her. “We’re going to a party”


“I’m freaking excited!” Emily exclaimed, bouncing up and down on her seat.

I rolled my eyes at her. “Emily, It’s just a party”

“I know!,” she said. “But I just am! I feel important!”

I chuckled.

When I told her that Luke invited us to a party, she freaked out. Then, she called Valerie and Amy so all of us could go shopping for clothes. She kept insisting that we buy dresses instead of our usual casual options, because she said that we had to look “breathtaking” tonight. Honestly, I thought my outfit was too much (http://www.polyvore.com/party/set?id=162925853). Valerie was complaining about wearing a dress and high heels. Amy seemed alright with it. But all of them looked beautiful by the time we finished getting ready.

“This is a moment of history” Valerie said.

“What, because we got invited to a huge party, or because you’re wearing a dress for the first time?” Ray smirked.

“Funny” she said sarcastically.

“Hey, we should send Liam a Snapchat!” Amy suggested.

Everyone agreed to that, since Liam’s been sick for a while now, and won’t come back to school until Monday.

“HI LIAM!” We all said at the same time, looking at Louis’ phone.

“WE’RE AT A PARTY!” Louis said.

“AND YOU’RE NOT!” Niall added, all of us laughing and stopping the video.

Whilst Louis sent it, Joseph said, “Alright then, I think we can enter the house now”

“Yeah,” Niall agreed. “Let’s show them!”

And with that, he opened the car door, and we hopped out of the Toyota Sienna that Joseph’s dad lent us. I was already getting nervous, I’ve never been to one of these parties. People say they’re the best parties of all school. People drink, people smoke, people dance, people make out, people do crazy things… the list could go on. I didn’t do any of those things, except maybe the dancing. Grabbing Emily’s hand, we waited while Ray knocked on the front door. You could hear the music blasting inside and I was starting to think no one would hear our knocking. Lucky for us, Luke answered the door in a matter of seconds. “Heeey, you made it guys!”

You could tell he was already a bit tipsy by the slur of his voice and the slight stumbling, and he looked funny. “Henley, you look amazing! And Emily! And Valerie! And Emily! And Anna! And Elsa! And… come in, you guys!”

Giggling at him, we made our way inside. People were all around, doing the things I mentioned earlier. You could barely walk without having to pass by a bunch of people grinding against each other. People didn’t lie whenever they said these parties were HUGE. And Luke’s house was huge as well! No wonder people loved to come over!

“Damn!” I heard Niall say.

“Hey guys!,” Luke called us. “Drinks are in the kitchen and also next to the pool there’s a table with beer!”

“Well, that’s my call!,” Louis said, wrapping an arm around Niall. “We’re just gonna go grab some beer. See you later, guys!”

“Bye!” We said to them as they disappeared.

“Well, I think I’m gonna go get a boy to dance with me, girls,” Emily said. She was really a flirt, all the time. I mean, It’s not like she’s had millions of boyfriends, but she did enjoy to flirt. “I need to move. Catch up with you guys later, then!”

“Go get ‘em, tiger!” I told her. With one last smile, she left.

“Let’s go to the kitchen, I could use a drink!” Valerie said.

I furrowed my eyebrows at her. “Since when do you drink?”

She shrugged as a reply. “Since now, I guess”

“Valerie just wants to do the things she’s not able to do!,” Amy said, laughing. “But whatever, let’s go!”

It took us a while to get to the kitchen, since people were EVERYWHERE. Some even stopped to compliment us and tell us how they’ve never seen us around before. Of course. When you’re at school, you’re nothing special. But when you dress up nicely with a dress and makeup and high heels, everyone wants to talk to you. Typical.

Valerie pushed the kitchen door open, the music sounded muffled as it closed again. Much to my luck, Harry was there, and as soon as we entered the room his eyes landed on us. I tried not to look at him or make much eye contact, whilst Valerie and Amy were just glaring at him. And then my eyes landed on the guy Harry was having a conversation with. A guy that looked so familiar and by the way he looked at me, he recognized me too. Seeing him smile at me, I gasped. “ED, OH MY GOD!”

“HENLEY, IT’S BEEN SO LONG!” He shouted, both of us running towards each other and embracing each other in a hug.

“What are you doing here?!” I asked him excitedly when we pulled away.

“Harry invited me, I didn’t know you’d be here!” He said.

“Well, me neither!” I said, giving him another hug, this time shorter.

“Umm… Henley?” Valerie called.

Turning to look at her, I totally forgot that they didn’t know Ed. “Oh, I’m sorry,” I said. “Ed, this is Valerie and Amy. Girls, this is Ed Sheeran”

“He used to go to school with us” Harry added.

“Yeah, from seventh grade to ninth grade,” I said. “Well, at the time when we met him he was on ninth grade. He’s two years older than us”

“The bastard left us to go to a private school” he said.

“And we never forgave him for that” I finished.

Right after that, there was an awkward eye contact between me and Harry. We still had the ability to keep up each other’s sentences after a year of not talking to each other.

Amy seemed to notice the awkwardness in the air. “Nice to meet you, Ed”

“Yeah, you seem like a cool guy” Valerie added.

“Thanks, you too” Ed replied, smiling at her.

“So, how’s your life been, Ed? It’s been a while since we last talked!” I said, patting his head.

He chuckled. “Well, I was just telling Harry about how after I’m done with college, I’ll sign up with a record label and start recording my first album. I already wrote some songs for it”

“Awesome!,” I said, grinning. “I can’t wait for you to be on the Billboards someday!”

He laughed, shaking his head. Wrapping an arm around me and another around Harry, he asked, “So, what about you two? What mischievous things have you done lately?”

I managed to catch a glimpse of Harry’s face as I looked down at the ground. He was serious. I guess he didn’t tell Ed about our “Ex friendship”. And I didn’t know how to answer Ed without making it even more awkward than it already was. Not helping at all, Amy and Valerie just made their way to the fridge to serve themselves a glass of… something with alcohol. “Uuh….” was all I let out.

“We… we don’t really…” Harry tried to explain, but nothing came out.

Ed seemed to realize what was happening. “Wait… don’t tell me you guys aren’t hanging out anymore?”

“Uhh… we’re not” Harry answered.

“But why?,” Ed asked, sounding disappointed. “You guys were the best of friends, what happened?”

“Yeah, well, some people make decisions, Ed… and it just tears them apart from other people” I explained, but this time I was looking at Harry. He was staring back, a small glare on his face. Getting out if Ed’s grip, I made my way to the counter, where there was a bottle of… something. The girls were drinking from it, so I served myself some of it, not caring about anything. I took out 2 plastic cups.

“You don’t drink” Harry pointed out.

“Yeah well, YOLO” I said, discreet sarcasm in my voice as I brought one of the cups up to my mouth. I tried to hide my disgust as the liquid made contact with my tongue and made its way down my throat.

“Uh… should we go now?” Valerie asked, looking uncomfortable.

“Yeah,” I answered a bit too quickly, grabbing the other cup and leaving the empty one aside. “I’ll catch up with you later, Ed!”

“Okay, then… bye!”

With that, we left the kitchen. “Shit, that was awkward!” Amy said.

“It was” I said, bringing the cup up to my mouth.

I heard Valerie chuckle. “Henley, I think you should slow down with the alcohol”

“What? It’s just this one” I assured her.


Ten drinks were enough to get me dancing on top of a table, with a group of people surrounding me and watching me being crazy. For the first time in my life, I felt loose. Like I could do anything I wanted. Like I could touch the clouds. And it was an amazing feeling.

Everyone was cheering me up and I was still dancing to the rythim of the song playing. It was some rap song I didn’t recognize, but I was loving it at the moment. I lost track of the others, but I knew they were having as much fun as I was right now. But I didn’t think of that as I started to shake my hips. I was living the moment. I had my own crowd, my own stage, my own song, what else could I ask for?

Losing control of what I was doing, I started to do dance moves I didn’t even know I could do. Maybe it came from watching Emily dance so much. By the time the song ended, everyone was cheering even louder. Nobody knew what they were doing, we were all just drunk out of our minds. Thinking that I was a rockstar, I threw my body into the crowd so they could catch me. Thing is that only one person caught me, everybody else just stepping aside. “Thanks, friend!” I said cheerfully to whoever it was.

“Henley, you’re drunk,” the person said through the song that just started playing. “We need to get you out of here before you start doing something crazier”

I finally knew who I was talking to. “Oh, It’s just you. Leave me alone, will you?”

“I won’t leave you like this,” Harry said, carrying me bridal style as I squealed. “Let’s go, I’ll take you outside”