Word Count: 1,259 words. Prompt: “I’ve loved you my whole life and you’re about to marry somebody that’s not me. I can’t watch you do that” Warning(s): Angst. A/N: Written for @theassetseyeliner for their writing challenge. Thank you for letting me be part of this, and thank you for giving me the extension.
Hopefully I won’t disappoint. Note that English is not my first language. Happy reading! P/S: Steve will be in the next and final part so bear with me.
**Credit to the owner of the picture. I only cropped and added the title in**
“(y/n)?” a soft
voice asked, pulling the door slowly.
contain it anymore. You didn’t have any more energy to pretend that
everything’s okay. You were tired, so damn tired of having to put a happy
façade –to smile in front of your friends as you watch her live the life you had pictured for yourself. Exhaustion had
settled deep into your bones when the women who’d stolen his heart came out
from the dressing room, her previous attire of jeans and his hoodie now
replaced with a dreamy off-white a-line dress, fitting her so perfectly.
When your group
of friends gasped at her reveal, you could only clutch the glass of bubbling
champagne tighter in your hands, because it’s when you realize this is happening, that you’ve
completely lost him to this perfect woman.
prompt: Dan and Phil are both sons of rich families and are sent to ballroom dancing lessons. Because there is a shortage of girls, Dan and Phil end up as partners. Phil really doesn’t want to be there and Dan doesn’t either, but is so frustrated by the fact Phil doesn’t want to dance with him he is determined to get him to.
a/n: i think generally when i took this off schedule it was kinda because i was expecting not to be able to update it every week buT AS IT TURNS OUT i can get a lot done when i’m procrastinating revision because i stopped going to class and im literally home all the time ((’’’studying’’’)) apart from when i’m in for exams so IN SHORT after three days here is another chapter gOd i spoil u guys so much i feel like these chapters are gonna start getting shamefully regular arent they
also this chapter gets a lil emo i PROMISE IT WILL HAVE A HAPPY ENDING EVENTUALLY DONT THROW THINGS AT ME but i wrote this entire chapter listening to wrapped around your finger and beside you so the link’s there if u wanna u know ~set an atmosphere~~ or somethign
cash in the attic, dickinson’s real deal and bargain hunt are these auction shows always on daytime tv they have quite a reputation here in the uk (i think it’s notable to mention this for anyone who isn’t british) it’ll make sense when u read the chapter i promise
gone too quickly. Dan shuts his eyes. It’s gone way too quickly.
opens them again, taking in the sight of the skyline surrounding him until the
image is engraved behind his eyelids when he squeezes them shut again. He needs
to take it in. He needs to memorise every single detail before he’s dragged
away from it, leaving only a mere vapour trail in the Viennese sky as a remain
of his presence. He wants his memory of this city to be as permanent as he is
leans against the railings of the bridge, the iron cold against his cheek as he
stares down at the River Danube flowing beneath him; a weird, murky green in
the daylight. His eyes trail over the layers of beige, decorative
infrastructure surrounding him; studying the modern architecture against the
old, thinking about how two buildings can be as close as a matter of metres
together, yet centuries apart. It reminds him of London.
gives the St. Charles Church a quick glance, and St. Paul’s Cathedral comes to
mind. Schonbrunn Palace in the distance catches his eye, and he thinks of
Buckingham Palace. It confuses him how a city so architecturally similar to
London could be so atmospherically different.
stares back down at the river. Although even with a colour as cloudy as that,
it’s evident it’s probably still about nine-hundred times cleaner than the Thames.
He strains his ears. Even in the early morning, it’s still quieter in the city
centre than it ever would be in even the most distant outskirts of London. And
if he were to sit out on a bridge for this long in his home city, he’d be
surprised about making it this far without being either accidentally pushed
off, shouted at, thrown money at or whacked with a selfie stick.
going to miss Vienna dreadfully.
made a promise, he and Phil, to come back here someday. To revisit all the
places they’d discovered over the course of the fortnight, to stay in the same
hotel and even dance in the same ballroom.
The Scary Reason Illinois Just Banned Your Face Wash
Sure, microbeads in soap and other personal care products make your skin smoother, but they’re pure environmental evil.
Would you voluntarily rinse microscopic synthetic plastic balls down the drain? If you use cosmetics that contain microbeads, that’s what’s happening every time you lather up. A single container of face wash can contain hundreds of thousands of the spheres—which, like every other object made from plastic, aren’t biodegradable.
Imagine a gazillion tiny plastic balls floating through the world’s streams, rivers, lakes, and oceans, adding to the already insane amount of plastic in the water. Scared? You should be. In the future it might be impossible to find water without them. No wonder folks in the Land of Lincoln have had enough of the balls. Illinois, which is adjacent to one of the largest freshwater bodies of water in the world, Lake Michigan, has become the first state in the nation to issue a ban on the manufacture and sale of personal care products containing microbeads.
S.B. 2727, which was sponsored by state Sen. Heather Steans and state Rep. Jaime Andrade Jr., mandates the removal of synthetic microbeads from all face and body wash, toothpaste, and other personal care products.
Over the past decade, face washes and other skin care products have become laden with the beads. Manufacturers tout the balls’ ability to slough away dead skin and, in a direct appeal to our vanity, reveal a youthful-looking appearance. (An exfoliating paste made of baking soda doesn’t make cosmetics companies much money, you see.) The balls are too small to be filtered by waste treatment plants, so they’re poisoning our water and being ingested by marine life. That means they have to go.
“Banning microbeads will help ensure clean waters across Illinois and set an example for our nation to follow,” Illinois Gov. Pat Quinn said in a statement. “Lake Michigan and the many rivers and lakes across our state are among our most important natural resources. We must do everything necessary to safeguard them.”
Pressure is mounting on personal care manufacturers to reduce the negative impact of their products on the lakes and the surrounding environment. In May Minnesota banned the antibacterial chemical triclosan, which has been shown to create a hormonal imbalance in animals that ingest it through drinking water.
New York may soon follow Illinois’ lead in banning microbeads. But the Empire State may see the removal of the balls first. That’s because the Midwestern state is giving companies plenty of time to get rid of the plastic spheres. Manufacturers have until the end of 2018 to stop making products with microbeads and until the end of 2019 to stop selling them in the Illinois. That’s a long time—and potentially millions more of the beads poisoning the Great Lakes.
Cosmetics giants Unilever, Procter & Gamble, and Johnson & Johnson have all agreed to start phasing out microbeads. For the sake of the environment, let’s hope they speed up their time line.
a/n: requested. And I hope the length makes up for me not posting earlier. Sorry :/ Hope you like.
Something about airports always made
you feel excited. This time was no different, in fact your level of excitement
was at an all-time high, considering who was waiting for you beyond the double
doors. You could barely keep yourself together at the thought of running into
his arms. A wide grin stretched across your face just at the thought of being
in his embrace again, and finally looking into his pretty blue eyes instead of
at them through a lagging computer screen.
A scream bubbled up inside you and
tumbled past your lips once you turned the corner and locked eyes with your
grinning fiancé. Your pace instantly picked up as you ran towards him.
The moment his arms secured
themselves around you and lifted your body up against his you felt at home. His
stubble tickled your skin as he buried his face in your neck. Though he lowered
you after a few moments you remained intertwined, just enjoying the feel of
being near each other after months of him being on tour. Nothing was said for a
while, you were both content to just bask in the joy of finally being together
“I missed you,” he mumbled into your
hair as he gave you a last squeeze.
When he released you there was only
half a second allotted to get a good look at his face before he was ducking
into to plant a long awaited kiss on your lips.
No matter how much time passed the
way your body responded to Luke’s never changed. You melted into him, lips
“I missed you too,” you whispered
against his lips, eyes fluttering open to stare into his.
He smiled in return, moving his lips
over your forehead before he pulled you in for another tight hug.
It only occurred to you by the time
you arrived at the hotel that there was a surprising lack of fans and paps at
the airport. You couldn’t say you were disappointed. Even though you had
accepted fame as a huge part of Luke’s lifestyle it didn’t mean you loved it.
There were times when you just wanted to be in public without having to deal with
enthusiastic fans and pushy paparazzi.
Though getting from the airport was
void of any fanfare the same could not be said for arriving at the hotel. Before
you even pulled up you could see the men waiting with their cameras poised and
mentally prepared yourself for the numerous questions and multiple pictures.
Luke’s hand tightened its grip on
yours as he stepped out of the car. His presence always put you at ease and
when the usual assault of probing questions where thrown your way you didn’t
mind so much with him at your side.
You were barely inside before you
were being tackled by Michael. You giggled as he spun you around before setting
you back on the ground.
“You’re here. Shit, I missed you!” he
voiced your sentiments.
You ran your fingers through his
brightly coloured hair as you responded, “I missed you too Mikey.”
Being away from your fiancé was
definitely taxing, but so was being away from your best friend. The past few
months were tough and you were glad to be around your favourite people again.
“How was your flight?” he queried as
you all boarded the elevator.
“Long,” you sighed, leaning into
“Yeah we figure you’d be tired so
we’re going to let you sleep for now, but you’re having dinner with us tonight.
So get all the rest you need.”
He bounded down the hallway once you
got to Luke’s room, leaving the two of you alone. As soon as the door locked in
place behind you his hands were on your hips, pulling you into him and his lips
were colliding with yours.
His groan of approval when you kissed
back spurred you on. Any iota of tiredness dissolved the moment his tongue
parted your lips in search of yours.
Soon you were a flurry of moving
hands, with your clothes coming off at an alarming rate as he guided you
towards the bed.
It hadn’t taken long in the early
part of your relationship with Luke to learn that his sex drive was that of a
very healthy nineteen year old guy. His performance in bed was nothing to turn
your nose up at either. He surely knew his way around your body and had
familiarized himself with it so much so that he knew just what made your toes
“I really fucking missed you,” he
grunted against your mouth.
Nightfall met you laid up in bed,
tangled with a still sleeping Luke under the hotel sheets. You lazily studied
the side of his face while you had the chance. Not much had changed since the
last time you’d seen each other save for the blonde hair coating his jaw. You’d
noticed he was growing a beard during your nightly Skype calls, but made no
mention of it. You’d loved his clean
shaven face, but you found his new look to be downright sexy.
His eyelids fluttered and for a
moment you thought he would wake, but he stilled and you continued your perusal
of his facial profile.
Most would call the two of you crazy
for getting engaged at such young ages. They said that you were throwing away
your lives, sealing your futures without first testing the waters, but you
couldn’t disagree more. When he proposed six months ago there was no doubt in
your mind that he was the one you wanted to spend forever with.
Your eyes fell to the hand resting on
his bare chest. The ring on your finger glistened in the light with the promise
of a bright future. People could say what they wanted, but you knew what you
said yes to and you stood by your decision.
Your eyes darted up to his to see
them halfway open, sleepily staring at you. You hadn’t even realized he was
“Hi,” you whispered back.
His lips pulled into a dimpled smile
before he leaned over to peck you on yours.
“Can we just stay in bed for the rest
of the week?” you loved how gravelly his voice always sounded after he’d just
“We could, but then I wouldn’t get to
spend any time with the boys,” you pointed out.
He pouted, “But you didn’t come to
spend time with them, you came to spend time with me, your fiancé.”
You playfully rolled your eyes at
that. Not that you minded, but Luke could be very selfish when it came to you
and vice versa. However, Calum, Ashton and Michael were still your friends and
during the seven days you were there you planned to spend time with everyone.
“I’m here to hang out with everyone,
babe. Which speaking of, we should get ready. We’re supposed to have dinner
with them, aren’t we?” you sat up, reaching for your phone on the nightstand to
check the time.
It was approaching seven in the
evening. No doubt someone would be knocking or calling soon to find out if you
Before you could move to get out of
the bed, arms were snaking around your middle and pulling you back.
“Can’t we just order room service and
stay in bed for the rest of the night?” he mumbled into your neck.
His offer sounded tempting, but you
knew the boys would be waiting for the both of you.
“We promised we’d have dinner with
everyone,” you reminded him, trying and failing to pry his arms away.
“But I want you all to myself,” he
“C’mon Luke. Let go, I need to shower
and get dressed,” you laughed once he started peppering kisses at the back of
“Hm, maybe I should join you,” he
hummed against your skin.
“No,” you immediately denied.
You both knew what would happen if he
were to get in the shower with you…
“Let’s just go to dinner and I
promise when we get back it’ll just be me and you.”
He let you loose, accepting the bargain.
The weather was perfect and luck was
seemingly on your side because for the few hours that you and the boys had been
out and about there had only been a handful of excited fans scattered
throughout. If the paps were around they were doing a good job of staying
hidden and you preferred it that way.
“Y/N, I need your help on deciding
which pair of shoes to get,” Michael came over to you in the store gesturing to
the other end.
You glanced up at Luke, who seemed to
have already grown tired of shopping, “Wanna help us?”
“Nah, you go ahead.”
You leaned up and kissed the bottom
of his chin before going off with your friend in the other direction.
As you helped Michael choose between
two different pairs of Vans your attention partly remained on your sulking
fiancé on the other side of the store.
You’d noticed his behaviour had been
a bit off the last couple of days. You weren’t sure what it was, but you wanted
to get him alone for a moment to ask. With the boys around almost 24/7 it had
been pretty much impossible. Though he laughed at something Ashton told him you
took note of the fact that it didn’t really reach his eyes.
“He’s probably just wants to get back
to the hotel so he can have you all to himself,” you returned your focus to
Michael to see him regarding you with a knowing look.
You shrugged, accepting his answer as
a possible explanation.
Luke’s arms surrounded you as you sat
nestled in his lap. The room was quiet with everyone occupied in their own
activities. You idly played with his fingers, feeling his heart beat steady
against your back. You still hadn’t gotten the chance to speak to him in
private. He hadn’t said much since you’d left the shopping centre. And now you
were backstage at the arena they were scheduled to perform at in a few hours,
waiting for sound check to begin.
You’d wanted to chalk his silence up
to nerves, but something told you it was something else, you just didn’t know
You excused yourself to the bathroom.
Deciding to wait until you were back at the hotel that night to bring it up,
you made your way back to the backstage room, intent on just enjoying the rest
of your quiet cuddle session.
You entered the room and noticed that
Michael and Ashton had disappeared, leaving behind just Luke and Calum. As you
were about to ask where the other two were you heard Luke say your name. You
realized they had yet to notice your return with their backs to you.
“It’s just that she’s being extremely
clingy and…I don’t know, it’s annoying.”
Your heart sank. Clingy?
“She misses you,” Calum replied.
“I know, I know. I guess I just want
a little bit of space to breathe, you know?”
There was a brief pause before Calum decided
to say anything and in that gap you managed to silently slink away.
Tears blurred your vision as you
retraced your steps. His words were ones you never thought you’d hear leave his
lips. And they hurt. Your fingers idly ran over the band on your left hand,
slipping it off and sliding it into your pocket without thinking the action
If you’d waited around just a bit
longer you would have heard the rest of their conversation…
You managed to steer clear of
everyone up till it was time to leave the arena and head back to the hotel.
“Where’ve you been babe?” Luke’s
concerned eyes immediately darted to you the moment you entered the room.
“Just left for some fresh air,” you
shrugged walking over to stand with everyone who were all geared up to leave.
When Luke’s arm slid around your
waist, you didn’t lean in to his side like you normally would have. However,
you didn’t have much of a choice when he pulled you flush against him and
kissed your temple.
“You alright?” he mumbled against your
Though you were within the confines
of the car, dazzling flashes and loud voices still managed to make their way
in. You brought your hand up to shield your eyes from the onslaught of
When you finally got back to your
hotel you made a beeline towards the en-suite.
“Woah, hold on a second,” he caught
you before you could go anywhere.
His arms folded around your middle
and he brought your back against his torso. You instantly stiffened, all of a
sudden unsure of how to respond. His words replaying in your mind; messing with
He nuzzled your neck, leaving gentle
kisses before placing one behind your ear, “What’s wrong sweetheart?”
“Nothing,” you mumbled.
He spun you around to face you, eyes
searching yours for the truth. You mustered what you thought was a convincing
“I’m just a bit tired, probably still
You knew he wasn’t satisfied with
your answer, but he let you go nevertheless.
Once locked in the bathroom and away
from his probing gaze you proceeded to take your sweet time in the shower;
solely because you weren’t sure how to be around him now.
Interacting with Luke now felt
awkward. You weren’t angry at him, you just didn’t want to suffocate him with
your affection. But you didn’t know how. You relationship with Luke had always
had a strong foundation in showing affection towards each other, so acting
otherwise was foreign.
When you did finally emerge from the
bathroom, wrapped in only a towel you were relieved to see that you were in the
room alone. You slipped on one of his old t-shirts and made to get in bed, but
just as you were about to climb in a voice startled you.
“Where’s your ring?”
You spun to see that you weren’t
alone like you’d initially thought. Luke stepped in from off the balcony,
striding towards you.
You glanced down at the line around
your finger where your engagement ring had been. You hadn’t given it much
thought after taking it off. You didn’t think he’d notice.
“My twitter’s blowing up. I’m seeing
pictures of you with your ring off. The fans are asking what’s wrong. I didn’t
even know weren’t wearing it,” you saw his eyes seek out your left hand and
when he saw that the pictures had been true he asked, “Why did you take it off?”
You opened your mouth to respond, but
you found the words just weren’t there. What would you say anyway?
He closed the distance between you,
taking your hands in his.
“Baby, what’s wrong? Why did you take
off your ring?” though his voice was calm his eyes were frantic.
“I heard what you said to Calum
backstage and I…I didn’t know that’s how you felt,” your eyes studied the
carpet, refusing to meet his gaze.
His face scrunched in confusion for a
moment before the realization hit, followed by guilt.
“Shit, you heard that?” he released a
heavy sigh, “Is that why you’ve been acting so weird?”
Your silence was confirmation enough.
His fingers lifted your chin, forcing
you to meet his eyes, “Hey, I’m an idiot and I say stupid things sometimes. I’m
sorry you had to hear that, love, but I really wish you’d stayed around to hear
what else I said,” he kissed the tip of your nose before continuing, “I love
your clinginess. I love having you around me. I love your hugs and your kisses
and how amazing you feel in my arms and every second you’re not with me I miss
you and wish you were. I love you, you know that, right?” he implored.
You nodded. You’d never doubted his
“Good,” he let go of your hands to
wrap his arms around you and draw you into him.
Your body melted into his embrace and
you secured your arms around him. You remained wrapped up in each other for a
little while longer before he spoke.
“Now please put your ring back on and
don’t ever scare me like that again.”
You giggled into his shoulder, just
happy to be wrapped up in the loving embrace of your future husband.