im sorry for all the darkness i tried to fix it but then i got upset i just wanted to look at him

Catching Up to You

Originally posted by xdaddy-neganx

Summary: Charlie reminices about Negan and Daryl

Pairings: Daryl xOC / Negan x OC

Warnings: None

Author’s note: Don’t worry, it gets better ;)

Chapter One



I met Negan when I was 26; I had been released from prison after 3 years for possession of narcotics with intent to distribute. I had been a broke kid who couldn’t find a good job to keep a roof over my head and no family to help. Originally I had been sentenced to 7 years, but released for good behavior. I was put on probation and had to do community service work for 6 months. My probation officer got me a job at a community center, working with homeless teens, women and children.

Without a family to live with, I spent some time in a half way home until I finally managed to find a job working at a large retail chain store. My time was taken up by work and community service, so I barely had time to actually enjoy my freedom and to make new friends, as my probation officer had told me I should do so I wouldn’t fall back into old habits. But, I didn’t socialize, hell, I had zero time to enjoy the fact that I had my own teeny tiny apartment.

It was during one of the days I worked out in a park, cleaning it up after a huge Fourth of July celebration. The heat was overbearing and I was sure I was going to be sick by the time I cleaned up the mess families had been too lazy to pick up themselves. I stumbled a bit after having been out there for an hour and a half, and before I knew it, I hit the ground.

I had heard some kids yell, and a man call out to one of them to call an ambulance. My head spun and I felt like throwing up; I tried my hardest to get up, but my body refused. The sun beamed down on me, burning the hell out of my eyelids until a large shadow fell over me. My hand failed to raise as the man with a gruff voice asked if I was alright. My mouth was dry and I couldn’t open it and speak, my throat felt shriveled up.

“Hey, honey, can ya hear me?” The gruff voice asked; he knelt to me, I could feel his warm breath against my cheek.

I rolled my head and managed to moan, “Uh-huh.”

“The ambulance will be here in fuckin’ sec,” the man placed his hands under my arms and lifted me up so easily and slowly. “Can you tell me your name?”

I couldn’t even open my eyes then, I couldn’t speak, I just rested against the stranger, letting the heat take over. Passing out, I fell against him; for a moment I felt his body close to mine, holding me gingerly, like I was fragile, broken piece of China. Again, I was brought to, this time by the sirens of the ambulance, feeling and relishing in the man’s embrace, I whimpered wantonly when I was placed somewhere else.

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anonymous asked:

I just really like JB lol. But maybe something with him having a hard time balancing his career and the love of his life.

“Jagiya, listen. I want to spend time with you I do but this is getting too much, my schedule.” JB ran a hand through his dark hair, and looked at his girlfriend. She was currently standing away from him, tapping a foot on the floor of her apartment, very upset.

“Exactly, your schedule. I shouldn’t have to ask you to pencil me in. I shouldn’t have to constantly remind you about dinners, movies and dates JB. You asked me out, you asked me to be your girl, you pursued me not the other way around.” She threw her hands into the air, before clapping them together to finish her last sentence. 

Now he was getting annoyed, and JB clenched his jaw. “So what is that supposed to mean? I wore you down and you’re here because you have nothing better to do?” 

Waving a dismissive hand she scoffed. “Think what you want, but I am done trying to play secretary for you. I am done making time for us, when you don’t even think about me.” 

Was she crazy? Was all this really coming out of her mouth right now? Shoving his hands into his pockets, JB tried to calm his nerves. He had practice, meet and greets, signings, fan tributes, music videos, dance practice videos, song writing. He had all of  that to balance and a personal life with her, and make time to see family, spend time with his members. It got to be too much. Life got to be too much, and there was currently a lot on his plate. One thing he did know however was that if he didn’t want to be with her, if he didn’t want to make time for her, he would have never pursued her. 

“I make time for you! I’m here now aren’t I?” What more did she want? He bought her anything he could, when he could.

She turned her face from him, and he could tell that she was fighting tears. “You are here because I reminded you. It’s been a year Jaebum. One year and here you are empty handed. Don’t I mean anything to you? Or I am your convenient fuck, that you happen to be dating?”

Rolling his eyes JB sighed. He hated when they fought like this. She always had to throw that out. “I’m not gonna argue like this with you. I forgot yes, I clearly did that. I will get you a present-”

“No, you don’t have to.” Sniffling, she wiped her tears with the back of her. 

“Baby…please.” He tried to move towards her, but she backed away walking to a counter to retrieve a box shoving it in his arms. 

“Take it and leave.” 

“I’m not leaving. I said I was sorry.” JB felt the heavy weight of the black matte paper wrapped box. 

“Sorry doesn’t always fix it! God, I can’t do this right now. You don’t even acknowledge that you hurt me. Leave JB.” She pointed towards the door, and he stood there, moving his sneakers around.

“Don’t kick me out, I have a hard time balancing-” 

“Then don’t come back until you figure out what’s a priority. Don’t come back until you can make time for me. Don’t…” She choked back a sob. “Just leave.” 

JB was never keen on staying where he wasn’t wanted. He knew that making her cry was just the tip of the iceberg, and the cold he felt in the room now would quickly dissipate into full on anger if he stayed. Putting the box under one arm, he looked back at her once more. Long neck, leading up to her oval face and almond shaped eyes. Her natural hair worn now in an afro, with a bright pink headband. He stopped at the door, mouth open to say more but as she walked back to the kitchen, he knew the conversation was over. 

Opening the door quietly, he mumbled he was sorry once more, closing it behind him, hearing her start to cry behind the door. 

Unfinished Business Part 7


Genre: action, fluff, angst, strong language, +18 content, gang material 

Read to find out who the reader will end up with. There will be several chapters of this so I hope you’re ready to die and anticipate many things. <3 love youuuu (don’t hate me)

Word count:2263

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Talk to me baby.

He took heavy steps through the crowded street. It was a Friday but all he wanted to do was crawl into bed and make his blanket a snuggle partner. “Excuse me.” Yet another sorry excuse for bumping into him. Without acknowledging the voice, Oikawa dragged his steps towards the bus station.

Pulling his jacket tighter around him, he sincerely hoped that he didn’t have to deal with people for the rest of the night. Oikawa has been working at the same cafe for the last two years and he did enjoy his time there though, there were night that the work took a toll on him. The never ending stream of young female customers fed his addiction for praises but having to deal with their constant demands did get a little tiring. Side-stepping to avoid another couple, whom were too engrossed with each other, Oikawa rolled his eyes again. It wasn’t that he couldn’t get a girlfriend. Oikawa probably could get any girl he want but his interest was of the same gender. Men whom he has tried flirting with had found him frivolous and attention seeking, sad to say, those men rarely went beyond a second date with him. A sigh passed his lips as he thought about his tragic love life.

Updating himself on his social media accounts, he stepped from foot to foot waiting for the bus that seemed to take forever to arrive, when a deep voice starting singing. Eyes flickering up from his phone screen, they widened as he met with the face singing one of his favorite songs. Standing along the streets, a guitar strapped across his front and the case opened by his feet, was a rather handsome face. Oikawa almost laughed. That face was not one he would have associated with a boyband song, much less a band that had stopped singing for years now. Dressed in a dark leather jacket, jeans and combat boots, the performer seemed to attract a decent sized crowd, Oikawa amongst them.

“I’m flying without wings.” Tanned fingers strummed the final chords to the song and Oikawa realised he had been staring. One, because he had missed his bus that was leaving right now. And two, dark eyes were staring back at him with a raised eyebrow. Oikawa tried to look elsewhere but failed. Yes, he may be a flirt but Oikawa was not going to deny that he was bad with flirting where it mattered. He’s been told one too many times by his best friend that his pick up lines were horrible. Not that it would ever work on Hanamaki. The whole not his cup of tea thing.

But, standing before him, was definitely his cup of tea, coffee, beer, whatever. He was definitely drinking that. Oikawa watched as the street performer bent forward to pick up a bottle. He stared even harder as Handsome raised the bottle to his lips. He was stared back and Oikawa could feel those eyes seeing right through him. Before he could embarrass himself with his wild imagination, Oikawa stepped onto the first bus that came, not missing the amused look on the handsome face as the performer started a new set of songs.

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Party Boy Heartbreak (Part 2)

(In case you missed it, heres part 1)


(Sooo this probably has a lot of errors because i tried to finish this as fast as i could for you guys. I got over 50 asks requesting this, which is insane like i tried to reply to them all but there was just so much. I’m sorry it took so long, i have a loooot of homework thanks to college and the end of the semester. But I’m finished talking, hope you enjoy part 2❤️)

You were sitting on your friends couch, staring blankly at the TV, not really paying attention to what was playing.

Today was the day Luke was leaving for tour and wouldn’t be back for the next 5 months.

Sighing, you pulled your phone out of your pocket, checking to see if you had any missed calls.


That’s how it’s been for the past two days. You were too afraid to call or text him, so you waited for his response first.

Nothing ever came.

He never once made a point to try and fix things. Normally, you would think maybe he was just scared or upset, but this wasn’t any other normal time. It was like nothing even changed for him. You saw constant pictures of him out at the clubs, acting like everything was perfectly fine. While you cried yourself to sleep for the past two nights, he was out partying it up with god knows how many girls.

Feeling a tear slip from your eye, you harshly wiped it off, getting up to grab your keys from the coffee table. You figured since Luke would be gone by now, you’d get the rest of your things. Your best friend agreed to let you stay at her house for a while until you could figure out what to do. She had honestly been so amazing these past two days, not really pressuring you to talk about what happened, just offering a shoulder to cry on. 

She tried to go with you, wanting to be there for support but you wouldn’t let her. This was just something you needed to do alone.

15 minutes later you pulled into the driveway of the house that used to be yours. But now it looked like nothing but a distant memory.

Shaking, you forced yourself to get out he car, wishing you had just agreed to let your best friend come with you.

Stopping at the door, you weren’t sure if you could do this. Once you got the last of your things from the house, that would be it.

No more Luke.

Before you let yourself walk back down the driveway, you quickly opened the door, immediately regretting even coming. Everything was the same. It was like you never even left.

Walking past the living room, you saw the plate you had two days ago still sitting there.


Maybe Luke never even came back. He probably just stayed at Calum’s, not wanting to have to see you before he left.

He really was done with you.

Shaking your head, refusing to cry, you made your way down the hallway to the bedroom.

Again, his words still echoed back and forth as you finished grabbing the rest of your clothes.



Over and over, that’s all you heard.



But then it all stopped.


Spinning around you felt your stomach drop. In the doorway was the one person you were so sure you would never see again. 

Actually, he looked completely different that what you would have expected. It was like he looked the same way you felt.

Absolutely shattered.

He had dark circles under his puffy eyes, making you realize he had been crying. His normal quiffed hair was flat, like it hadn’t been washed in a few days. Extremely pale, you couldn’t bare to look at him anymore.

Feeling yourself start to loose it, you looked down at your shoes not sure what to say or do.

Um… I thought… uh… I didn’t think you would be here right now. I thought your plane left this morning.”

He stayed quiet for a moment, making you look back at him.

They pushed the flight till tomorrow” he mumbled softly.

Shaking your head, you started to walk out of the room.

“Well um… I guess… um I’ll come back tomorrow to get the rest of my things, so I don’t bother you”

But to your surprise he stepped in front of the doorway, blocking you from leaving.

You just stared at him, completely confused to what he was doing.

Quietly he whispered a “Don’t go”, followed by his voice cracking at the end.

Staring at him, you didn’t know what to do. Just two days ago he acted like you were nothing and now its like he cared again.

But you still didn’t trust him.

“Why” you said so softly, not even sure if he heard you.

Looking down, he did nothing but shrug, fiddling with his pinky ring.

Starting to get upset, you tried pushing past him.

No, you don’t get to act like this. You’re the one who told me to just leave. So that’s what I’m doing, I’m leaving you”

Trying to push him away from the door, you felt warm tears falling down your cheeks. 

But he wouldn’t budge.

That’s when you started hitting his chest as hard as you could, only feeling yourself get weaker and weaker with each blow.

When you couldn’t bare to hit him anymore, he wrapped his arms around you. Almost as if he was afraid to let go.

Sobbing, you let yourself fall limp in his arms, feeling him tuck his head on the side of your neck.

“Im sorry. Im so fucking sorry” you heard him whisper. 

There it was. 

He was finally fighting for you.

Wrapping your arms around his waist, he wrapped his even tighter, making you feel instantly relieved knowing he did still care.

And that’s how you guys stayed for quite some time. Neither one of you was willing to make the first move to let go. It was the first time all week you actually touched each other. 

It was something you missed so much. 

Something he needed so much.

But you knew you needed to let go. 

He needed to know what he did was not okay. 

And you needed to know why. 

Slowly pulling away from him, you heard his breath hitch, like he was scared what you were going to do. You didn’t know it but he was so terrified you were still going to walk out the door, leaving him all alone.  

Looking up at him, you slightly frowned. 

Cupping his face, you used your thumbs to wipe away his tears, not even realizing he had been crying. You honestly did hate seeing him like this. No matter what he did to you, you never wanted to see him so broken.

He let out a sigh and started walking over to the edge of the bed, pulling you with him. Once he sat down, he placed you in front of him so you had to look down at his face.

Playing with your fingers, he intertwined your hands and finally looked up at you.

I really am sorry. I need to you to believe me.”

Shaking your head, you glanced away from him, not wanting to met his eyes.

Then why did you act the way you did? Why did you treat me like i was nothing to you? Why didn’t you call the second you realized i really had left? Why-” and you couldn’t finish your sentence. You had started crying midway of talking and it wasn’t letting you speak correctly.

Feeling him pull you into his lap, he hugged you again, whispering a bunch of apologies.

After you calmed down again, he started explaining.

I was just scared, okay? I just… i don’t know… i was scared”

“Scared of what? What are you talking about?” You asked looking at him.

Sighing, he pushed you off his lap onto the bed, standing up to start walking back and forth.

I was scared of getting close to you again. I had finally gotten used to not being with you all the time. I was scared that when i came back,i would get attached to you all over. I was only going to be in town for a week and then have to leave again. I would have to deal with the fact that i would be the one making you cry because i couldn’t be here with you. I had to accept that maybe you would be better off with someone else. Someone who would be able to wake up to your face every morning. Someone who wouldn’t have to be be afraid you would just leave him because the hate got so bad. Someone who would make you feel like your his whole world, one that doesn’t involved rumors and bullshit.” 

He stopped walking for a second and looked directly into your eyes.

 “Someone who’s not me.” 

Looking back down on the floor, he kept talking.

I thought if i went out every night, it would keep me from getting attached again. It would also make you want to leave. Then i would know you would have a chance of being with someone worthy of you.”

Frustrated with what he was saying, you were about to argue but he cut you off.

I know what you’re going to say, but just let me finish okay?”

Once you nodded your head, he got on his knees in front of you and grabbed your face in both of his hands.

When i came home to an empty house, i was utterly broken. This was what i thought i wanted but as selfish as it sounds, i need you. The only reason i kept going out, was to get you off my mind. I thought i would be okay after a while but i was wrong. No amount of girls could change how feel about you.”

Shaking his head again, he looked down at your hands, intertwining them once more.

By the time i realized i was wrong, i thought it was too late. The boys tried getting me to go see you or text you but i couldn’t do it. What if it was what you wanted? What if you were the one who was done, not me. So the boys had the flight pushed back till tomorrow, trying to push me to fix things.”

Finally looking back up at you, he smiled for the first time in what felt like forever.

But you came on your own, giving me all i needed to know that i needed to fix things. I wasn’t about to let you walk back out that door without hearing the truth. Not without hearing how much i love you.”

Smiling, you cupped your hand on his cheek, rubbing it slightly.

Moving forwards, you knew he was about to kiss you, but you didn’t let him. Instead you punched him on the side of his arm, earning a surprised “OW”.

Staring at you in disbelief, he muttered “What was that for?!”

You shook you head, slightly giggling.

For thinking i would actually want to be with someone other than you! And for trying to make a decision for me, especially one that involves you being a shit head!”

Before he could protest, you grabbed both sides of his face, finally kissing his soft lips, feeling the cold metal of his lip ring. Something you hadn’t realized you missed.

You felt him relax under your touch and finally knew everything was actually going to be okay.

Pulling back, you stared into his eyes, making sure he heard your next words.

Luke there’s a reason i put up with you. There’s a reason i don’t let the fans hate get to me. There’s a reason i wait around for you to come back home. And that reason is YOU. I love you, you idiot. I know there is probably an easier relationship i could have. But if it doesn’t involve you, i don’t want it. So, the next time you try and do what you think is best for me, DONT. Talk to me instead. Please don’t push me away again”

Leaning in to kiss you again, you felt your heart flutter.

Luke was back.

Even if he had to leave in a few hours, you both were going to make sure you make it last. 

He wasn’t going to leave you without a proper goodbye. 


Soooo there it is! Part 2!

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24. Returned from the dead kiss for Naruhina, please? Thank you!

whoops this is def longer than 300 words lmao oh well.

He’s weak by the time he’s finished. Not physically. Instead, a relentless type of tired runs through his bones that he knows even days of sleep will not fix. He’s been drained, mentally, by this battle. His tears have run dry and a heavy dread has planted itself in the pit of his chest.

Her eyes have never looked so bright before; the contrast between the black of her sclera and the white of her byakugan makes it look like her eyes are glowing. The paleness of her skin accentuated by the dark, cracking marks the edo tensei has left all over her body.

Even in death, Naruto is struck by her calm beauty. She looks just as serene as she did the day she died, confessions of love spilling forth from her lips before protecting him with her life.

Sacrificing herself for him.

He’s bloodied and his limbs ache and throb in places where he’s sure he has chakra points. His hesitation upon facing her was evident seconds into their fight. It was her shouting that had pulled him from his head and forced him to defend himself. Pleading with him to fight her, to defend himself, abruptly reminding him that she was dead and with hurried promises that she wouldn’t feel a thing when his attacks would land.

He’s tired and wants nothing more than for the Earth to swallow him whole as Hinata is finally sealed and her movements are restricted. She’s smiling at him when he approaches her with heavy feet and he winces at the sight of this girl who is dead because of him.

“Hinata,” he rasps and then closes his mouth, afraid that he will start crying again if he starts speaking. Her smile is soft but her eyes are sad, worry swimming through her gaze.

“Naruto-kun,” her voice sounds like wind chimes and the clarity of her makes the ache in his chest increase, “I’m sorry.”

“Why? You’re dead because of me.” He knows he sounds hopeless, pitiful, and for a moment he’s glad. Because that’s exactly how he feels. He can’t even muster up the strength to put on a facade for her sake. He’s simply so, so weak.

“I’m dead because I wanted to protect you,” she is still smiling softly at him, despite the sadness she exhibits, “I’m happy because you’re okay. And I’m sorry because you’re hurting.”

“You didn’t have to jump in like that,” he yells, because he doesn’t know how else to tell her, “you didn’t have to die for me!”

“I died and you lived. That’s what I wanted. And now you’re going to help everyone save the world.”

“How can I save the world if I couldn’t even protect someone who lo–,” he paused, clenches his teeth, tries again, “someone who is in–in lo–” 

And he can’t say it. He still can’t say it.

But thankfully, Hinata can.

“I love you, Naruto-kun.” And the words bring his broken heart back to life. “I’m sorry if that makes my death more upsetting. But I would do it all again just to keep you safe. And that’s because I love you.“

I’m sorry,” he blurts out, tears stinging at his eyes again, “Hinata I’m–fuck, I’m so fucking sorry.”

And for a moment he wishes that he weren’t the only one of their friends there. He wishes Kiba or Shino could speak with her, or that her father could say something, get some closure perhaps.

Anyone else would deserve this time with her more than he would.

But selfishly, he accepts it in his own miserable way.

“You love me,” he sobs openly because he can’t help it. Because Uzumaki Naruto has never been one to hold in his feelings, “and that killed you. Loving me got you killed, Hinata.”

“Loving you saved me,” she reminds him softly, her smile faltering at the sight of his distress. “Please don’t think that my love for you did anything but help me.”

“It killed you, Hinata!” He cries.

“No, Pein killed me. You saved me. Thank you, Naruto-kun.”

“Please don’t thank me,” he pleads desperately, lifting his hands to grip his hair fiercely. “Please, stop–”

“You’ve only ever done what’s best. You’ve done your best. And that helped me through so much, thank y–”

He never lets her finish, instead closing the space between them in less than a second, pressing his lips against hers roughly.

There’s none of the warmth or softness that a living body would surely have, but he kisses her despite the lack of it. She responds, overcoming her shock quickly to kiss him back just as fiercely. The only kiss they’ll ever get.

When she begins to disappear, skin flickering off of her like old paint, he breaks down, falling to his knees at her feet, sobs overcoming him. And once more, like she did when she disappeared from this world for the first time, she uses her last words to remind him of one thing.

“I love you, Naruto-kun.”

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He Ignores You During a Pannick Attack Part 2 - Luke

Heyy, so here is part to. I was so surprise and truly happy that so many people liked the imagine.


Part I

A day passed, and you hadn’t heard of Luke. There were thousands of moments in that all that you wanted was go crawling back to him, but you believed that this was your chance, a chance that life was giving you again. An opportunity to fight for yourself, and to learn how to love yourself. Now you were at a “rehab”, struggling to stay away from your drug. It’s been just twenty-four hours and you were missing him so much, it was truly and scarily painful, but each time you felt like going back to that house you’d remember your look in the mirror that night, the power that you saw on your eyes, that was the first time when you felt desirable. You didn’t needed a sexy Victoria Secrets lingerie, you just need confidence.

And you knew that wasn’t something easy to get. Maybe that was the reason why you were going through all this pain. To see that you were worth it. Not because your boyfriend told you, but because you could feel it.

After spending a night at a hotel, you sent you mother a message, telling that you’d travel, then you took your car and drove to a small town, a few hours from Sidney. You were able to rent a cabin near the beach. That’s what you need it. Some time with yourself.

You didn’t know what was happening with Luke. You were without your cell phone, not getting online, and no one knew were you were, and even if he wanted he wouldn’t be able to get in touch with you. It was painful, but there was something in you that was making you sure that it was for the best.

You’ve spent three weeks there, reading, writing, even painting, even walking on the beach every morning (that was kind of a huge achievement on your life, you weren’t much of a sports person), you were fighting for a healthier life, and you were proud of that. The exercise help you fall sleep easily, and the activities where making you busy, and that was controlling a part of your anxiety. And you were proud, proud of being able to control yourself.

Then you realized it was time to go back. You gave a gigantic step by yourself, but you knew that no one could live alone (and you’ve tried). So you took your car and went back to Sidney. You didn’t know what to do, but you knew you had to fix things with Luke. You wanted to fight for the two of you, you were sick of giving up on everything, but you weren’t so sure if he wanted the same.

When you got back in Sidney, you called one of the few people you knew would react logically to you little travel-without-warning-them, one of your closest friends, Aston.

The first thing you heard was the aussie yelling at you “WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN? YOU’VE BEEN DYING TO FIND YOU? DO YOU WANT TO GET US ALL CRAZY? WE CALL EACH HOTEL, HOSPITAL AND MORGUE ON THIS CITY!” He was speaking so fast that you couldn’t believe the got that desperate. Considering the way Luke was acting, it was hard to believe you were still part of their lifes. “ Ash, I’m sorry that I worried you, but I really needed this, and I’m feeling better. Now how long did it take for you guys call my mom?” “Well, it took two, TWO days full of desperation until Calum had the idea.” He said sounding truly upset.

“I’m sorry, but I’m back to Sidney-“ He cut you off “You’re here? TELL ME RIGHT NOW WERE YOU ARE SO I CAN PERSONALY KILL YOU.” He said, and you could feel how relieved he was. And you felt like you were a huge selfish bitch for making them worry this much. “Ash, I’m really sorry, but I needed some time to myself, and I know I have to work things up with Luke now, and I’d love to find you and just talk my heart out, but I can’t stand this situation anymore. I thing he gave up on me, and I need an answer.” You said, and for the first time you two weeks, tears were dropping out of your eyes again.

“Are you kidding with me?” You could feel the change in his tone. “The boy has been dying for you. He remembers what he says, and he feels so shit about it. It was like hell to make him even leave the bed in the last few weeks.” You felt something on your lungs, that didn’t allowed you to breathe normally. Even the slightest idea of his pain was too much for you. God you loved that guy way too much for your own good.

“Well, that doesn’t change the fact that he was ignoring me. After months barely seeing each other, everything he could do was ignoring me!”

Well I thing that is up to him. But just go and let him see that you are okay. Give an end to the boy’s torture.”

And that’s what you did, you went to the house Luke and you were sharing, and when you opened the door, you were surprise by all the darkness. You made your way upstairs looking for Luke, and when you were about to step into the guest’s room, you heard a low voice from your room. “Michael, Calum, Ashton, I don’t care who is there, please, unless you’ve heard of (Y/N) just leave me alone.”

You got into the room. You saw the mess your boyfriend had become. “Luke… What happened?” He left the bed so fast, and just came walking to you. “(Y/N)… Y-You are okay. I-Im so-o glad. I wa-was so sca-scared” He was crying, you could feel the tears soaking you shirt. And how that incredibly tall boy was wrapping his arms around your whole body. How he was trying to protect you when the one who needed a hug and protection was him.

You knew you had a lot of talking to do, but in that moment that was all you wanted. The love of your life, with you. You let him drag you to the bed you haven’t been sharing for so long. You let him cup your body with his own, and hide his face on your neck. And even though his attitudes haven’t showed you were so sure about what you were feeling, you were so sure of how much he loved you and what a big part of his life you were.



(A/N)’s  so I’m sorry it took so long, but here it is! Hope you all have liked, and just fyi there’s gonna be a part 3 tomorrow :D because let’s face it, Luke has some explanation to do.

Ps. Sorry for my english

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