oh no don't worry about me i'm just having a mental breakdown

anonymous asked:

Hmn this might be werid but I'm in the mood for angst, rfa + minor trio(MY baes) somehow injurying mc really badly maybe even leaving a permanent scar or something, if they were in an argument or etc, happy or bad ending u'r choice abd it's okay if u don't do this if it makes u uncomfortable

Oh my God this killed me, I deleted it over four times on accident!

This deleted over three times, and I almost had a mental breakdown, then my power was out before, sorry for the wait.Omg I’m so sorry for being so behind, I lost power for over 24 hours, and then I typed everything up and my computer crashed and it all deleted. I don’t mean to make up excuses. I’m so sorry! Anyway yeah, I’m not sure how good it’s going to be, but I hope you’ll like it!!!!
Zen
• He knew he wasn’t supposed to do it
• He knew it was bad for him, that it could very well kill him
• He was going good so far, he hadn’t smoked in two months, and hadn’t gotten too drunk in about six weeks
• You were happy about that, and honestly, he was pretty proud of himself
• But one day it happened
• He slipped, and all descended into Hell
• He had lost a role he’d been preparing for weeks to a man who he hated
• And his friends managed to convince him to go out and get a drink
• Well one turned into five
• And a cigarette
• Or two
• It was a miracle he managed to drag himself home, but when he did he sort of lost it
• And not in a good way
• You were waiting for him, after a crap ton of missed calls, and the pictures on the messenger
• You were ready to give him some Advil, put him to bed, and the next day to spend around eight hour lecturing him on the dangers of smoking
• But it didn’t exactly go that way
• When you saw the state he was in you kinda snapped
• A shouting match ensued
• “You’re going to kill yourself!!”
• “You’re just being over protective and stuck up, besides, what if I don’t care?”
• “You take that back right now!”
• “Why should I?!”
• Eventually he picked up a plate on the counter and chucked it
• He wasn’t aiming anywhere in particular, and it wouldn’t’ve mattered he was so drunk
• But the pieces of porcelain, along with what smashed on the grounds when he wildly grabbed it, were stuck in you
• In your shoulder, your ankles
• You bit your lip, fighting back the screams of pain as your body burned with the shrapnel-like pain of something being thrown at you at a fast rate, before lodging itself in you, still glistening with cleaning solution
• You ran out, leaving Zen with his thoughts
• In his drunken state he didn’t notice, he just slinked off to bed, falling into a coma-like sleep the minute his head hit the pillow
• When he woke up at first he didn’t remember
• Rolling over to hug you he noticed the bed was empty
• At first his thoughts were confused through the headache and haze of his hangover
• Hangover…
Shit!
• He ran into the kitchen to see the remains of what happened last night
• Immediately he freaked out, calling Jumin, Seven, Jaehee, before finally clicking on your number
• The phone rang about five times, and he was in panic, when finally, finally, you answered
• “Hello?”
• He almost sobbed with relief
• “Jagi! I’m so sorry for what I did, oh my goodness are you hurt, where is it? Please I’m so sorry!”
• The line goes silent for a few seconds and Zen thinks you’re going to hang up
• “Zen, I’m happy that you’re okay. I am currently in the hospital. The porcelain is out, they were worried about infection due to the cleaning solution, but they can now say that is not going to happen. If you just wanted to know my vitals then I’ll be going.”
• Your voice sounds like a flat instrument, the ends dipping down into something, and something unpleasant.
• “Jagi, please, I know, I made a mistake, and I get it, you can leave if you want. Just please, please don’t hate me forever. That would break me.”
• You listen on the phone
• “Fine Zen, I’ll talk later, I have to talk more to the nurse. See you, bye.”
• The line dies
• When you’re released from hospital a few days later Zen notices the scars that trace your arm and ankle’s, the one on your arm slightly yellow, scabbed at odd places, the holes from vaccines and IUDs vivid against the dull purple
• He acts so fragile around you
• And though you don’t like to admit it, that breaks you a bit inside
• So you agree to stay
• As long as he gets help
• He nods
• He did something wrong, and you will always have the scars to prove it
• Not him, because sometimes we don’t hurt ourselves, instead we pin our crimes on others
• And he knows that now
• The day you move back into the apartment, over a year later, he is waiting patiently, the pieces of glass still in a box, buried deep in his closet that acted as his own reminder

Yoosung
• Okay, this one was an accident
• Yoosung had been holed up at the library for over twelve hours, agonizing over finals
• He looked more dead than alive tbh
• So when he dragged his way home he wasn’t exactly thinking straight
• You were cooking beef soup on the stove, waiting patiently for him to come home
• “MC…..”
• He stumbled in, bag falling immediately to the floor
• You smiled softly, then went back to your work
• “Yoosung, hwo about you go take a bath, dinner will be ready in a bit!”
• “Ahh, but MC! I’m too tired, let’s cuddle!”
• He went to hug you, but you carefully pried him away
• “After dinner Yoosung, it’s important for you to eat.”
• “But MC!! Dinner isn’t that important!”
• He lunged towards you, going to hug you, but somehow knocked you back
• The broth feel on your elbow, which in turned rammed into the fire, touching the gas distributor
• Your survival skills kicked in, and you managed to get the fire off yourself, but not without screaming in massive pain, feeling like your flesh was dying, eaten away quickly like in those old movies
• Yoosung immediately sprung into action
• Turning the stove off he ran towards his phone and called an ambulance
• When they got there and he explained it the medics just shook their head
• He felt ashamed
• He waited outside the room as they operated on your arm, managing to put some sort of fake skin on it, that would attach to the cells and act like actual skin
• It was the latest technology, but Yoosung couldn’t help but worry
• When you were finally allowed visitors he rushed in and held onto your good hand tightly
• “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”
• The tears streamed from his face onto your palm
• You just smiled softly
• “It’s okay, I’ll be fine, there’ll always be a bit of a dark patch, some burn scars, but after some rehab my right arm should be completely functional again.”
• You tried to keep your tone light and airy, but Yoosung could still hear the pain behind the words, the heavy breathing tearing at his heart
• Even when you were released he still babied you
• You were put to bed, and he was getting everything ready
• In the process he pulled up your sleeve somehow
• He immediately began to cry
• The scar was massive!
• Wrapping around your arm, and patchwork of hues, ones that would never fade
• “Yoosung.”
• Your voice snapped him out of himself and he realized he was crying again
• “I don’t care about how it looks. I’m happy that we’re both safe and there was no true long term damage. So please don’t cry, when you do it makes me so unhappy.”
• He put on a brave face for you, but when you were asleep he kissed the bruise lightly, whispered I’m sorry, and fell asleep to the tears in his eyes

Jaehee
• You guys had planned this date weeks ahead
• You two were so excited
• Until Jaehee bought a ticket for herself to go see one of Zen’s plays
• The same day
• Not even two, no, one
• You were obviously upset
• You two had been talking excitedly about it for weeks, it was going to be special
• It was your anniversary after all
• So why did she do that?
• You ended up confronting her about it
• And a screaming match ensued
• “Do you not enjoy my company or something?!”
• “Maybe I’m just getting tired-”
• “Of who, me?!”
• It was going back and forth
• Until a coffee withdrawal-ed Jaehee threw a vase at you
• The glass shattered against your face and lodged itself into your eyelid, barely missing the iris
• But you still knew there was trouble
• You resisted the urge to touch it, but not the urge to screaming bloody murder as you grabbed your phone and ran
• When Jaehee could see past what had just happened she immediately panicked
• Dribing to the hospital, she called Jumin, Seven, and Yoosung by the time she reached there
• When Zen was there she didn’t so much as acknowledge his existence
• Finally, after agonizing hours they were done
• Your vision couldn’t be saved
• The RFA let you two have a moment alone once they were done surrounding you
• Jaehee kneeled next to your bed and began crying
• She apologized again and again
• You just sat there listening, your eye now slightly white with film, a scar weaving its way around the gap
• When she was done you began
• “It’s good that you learned your lesson…”
• He head picked up in surprise
• “…That was you won’t make the same mistake with your next loved one.”
• She began crying again, and you just tapped the assist button and rolled over
• The day that you were released she came over with some flowers
• But you were already gone
• It had been years since she had seen you
• Seven refused to tell her your location
• All she knew was that you were in France
• She waited for you every night
• The only night you came was the night she left this world

Jumin
• You two were so excited to work on this small cottage
• And you of course insisted that you two work on at least part of it together
• It was a sunny, hot day, and Jumin was working on the tiling, while you worked on some of the piping
• “I’m so excited!” You squealed cheerfully
• He smiled gently at you
• “Yes, it’s going to be the best vacation home anyone has ever seen.”
• You smiled brightly
• That smile lit up his world, you were his torch in the darkness, a spirit leading him out of what once had been darkness
• He still couldn’t believe the ring you wore on your finger, the fact that you had said yes
• “Hey Jumin, could you pass me the wrench.”
• Absentmindedly he picked up the metal object
• And chucked it at you
• It hit your forehead with a thud as you knocked on the ground
• Blood was trickling down your head, and your vision was fuzzy
• A concussion was almost certain
• Jumin’s head whipped up when he heard you fall, and he immediately drove you to the hospital
• It was indeed a concussion, and the scar was unrepairable
• He was beside himself in guilt
• Watching intently as they patched you up
• It took them about three hours before he could see you
• Your neck was in a brace, and the scar was read, the skin sunk in slightly, no wider than a paint brush
• He kissed it softly before apologizing profusely
• You laughed slightly, despite the pain
• “It’s okay, but, um, what the heck were we doing.”
• You had forgot the 24 hours up to when it happened
• He carefully explained everything to you, and you listened
• He felt bad about it every time he saw your scar
• But you assured him that it didn’t matter, what a concussion and a small scar in the grand scheme of things
• Eventually he got over his guilt
• And when you two had children of your own one of his favorite stories to tell them is about how their mother defeated a giant metal dragon

Saeyoung/Seven
• It was torture trying to push you away for him
• And for you too
• But you kept pushing, and pushing
• You just couldn’t give up
• He would hear your sobs through the thin walls, and agonize over the pain he was giving you
• But it was for the best
• Wasn’t it?
• One day was especially bad
• “Don’t get near me.” He kept insisting
• But you kept pushing it
• Eventually he stopped thinking
• Shutting down he shoved you into a wall, hard
• The room echoed with a crack, amplified to the sound of a gunshot
• His façade immediately disappeared when he saw your curling up around your limp arm, your face scratched, the blood sticking in your hair
• He scooped you up, running towards his car, asking over and over if you were okay
• You were crying into his chest, the pain running through your blood, your ears ringing and your vision half fizzed out
• He rushed you to the hospital, and stayed there the whole time
• When he was allowed to see you he rushed in
• Your arm is in a cast, the bruise climbing up around your joint
• Apparently your arm also popped out of its socket
• He apologized over and over
• And you just said
• “I’m happy you don’t hate me.”
• After a few weeks in hospital, you had an infection and it took a bit longer that expected
• He helps you get into your house, where you immediately go to your room
• After a while he knocks on your door and joins you
• You’re snuggling under a bunch of covers and it takes a few minutes top pop your head out
• You smile at him
• “I’m so happy you don’t hate me.”
• “No MC, I could never hate you.”
• He kissed you lightly on the forehead
• “I love you….”

V
• You two were usually really happy together
• You leaned on each other and were complete together
• But one thing hurt that
• The surgery
• Whenever if came up you two ended up bickering and pouting for about an hour
• And one day Rika inevitably came in
• “Just tell me you love her and I’ll be gone!”
• “Don’t give me an ultimatum!”
• “What, should I just stay here to watch you agonize over another woman!”
• That was the last straw
• He picked up the first thing he could feel and chucked it at you
• It, was his tripod
• There was an ear shattering crack
• The tripod had broke, and part of it was lodged in your thigh
• You grabbed the phone and called an ambulance
• V sat there, telling you breathe, trying to comfort you, crying
• The ambulance arrived and took you away leaving him
• Seven eventually got him over to the hospital
• Where you were crying
• The bit of tripod cut through nerves, and put a hole in bone
• You would never walk again
• When he heard that V couldn’t look you in the eye
• And if he did you wouldn’t let him
Five years later
• You had left a long time ago
• He saw you sometimes, being wheeled around by Seven or some other member of the RFA
• He had gotten the surgery after, to be able to look at the pictures of you scattered around his house
• But you never looked at him
• He knew it was hist fault, he hurt you so much, he deserved it
• So why did it hurt so much?

Saeran

• He was doing much better
• All the drugs had been flushed out of his body
• There was one problem left
• The PTSD
• His attacks, although lessening, were horrible, he couldn’t recognize anyone, he’d scream, throw things, and
• You tried to pul lhim out of that darkness, but it took a long time
• One day it must’ve been especially bad
• You reached out to touch him
• And he swiftly took you arm and snapped it
• The pain was disconnecting, what was going on, you felt like you were on fire
• Who was screaming?
• Was it me?
• While you were grabbing for your phone to call an ambulance Saeyoung ra in
• Pushing past Saeran he scooped you up and took you to the hospital
• Saeran just stood there
• It took about half and hour for him to process everything
• And when he finally woke up it was Hell
• He ran to the hospital
• When he got there, the whole RFA was there
• Saeyoung walked up to him
• “She’s in surgery right now, they thought it’d be prudent to take care of it right away.”
• Those words chucked Saeran out to sea
• He couldn’t process anything, it was like the ground underneath him was made of glass, and he’d just shattered it
• It took a few hours, but finally you were allowed visitors
• And when he stepped in he knew he was lost again
• Your arm was in a metal brace, stitches spiraled down you arm, neat and carefully done, holes pocketed your skin where pieces of bone and vaccines were
• The RFA surrounded you, asking if you were in pain, did you need water, smothering you
• Saeran stayed in the corner, looking at the people outside passing by, leaning against the wall
• “You need to talk to her.”
• Saeyoung had snuck up behind him and put his hand on his brother’s shoulder
• “She won’t want to see me.” He said flatly
• “How do you know what she’s thinking right now? Have you asked her? You matter to her, no matter what she thinks of you, she’ll still want to talk.”
• Saeran looked at his brother. “And if she hates me?”
• “Well then you know, besides, I don’t think she hates you, she’s too proccupied.” Saeran nodded and, as the RFA began trickling out, walked up to you
• “I’m sorry, this is all my fault.”
• You looked at him, curiosity written all over your face

  • “Why is it your fault that you have PTSD?”
  • Saeran looked up at you, disbelief written all over his face, but you were dead serious
  • “It’s not the fault of the people who have cancer that they have it, why should it be any different for people with mental issues. Sure I’m really mad, I’m frustrated, I hate this scar, but that doesn’t mean it’s your fault you have PTSD.”
  • You two talked a long time
  • And came to a decision
  • Saeran would go see a professional psychiatrist regularly, and take medication as long as possible
  • The attacks stopped
  • He recovered, and what it took was hurting the one he loved the most
  • Never again

Vanderwood

  • Kids, this is why you don’t run with sharp things
  • It was a week before April Fools Day, and Saeyoung was having the time of his life
  • Constant pranks on Vanderwood
  • It was driving them crazy, and one day it got to much
  • Achievement unlocked: You’ve officially broken Vanderwood!
  • The next time Seven tried it again Vanderwood has scissors
  • They were goofing off, running around, chasing each other
  • When you had the misfortune to walk in
  • The room was chaos
  • But that wasn’t the problem
  • The problem was that Vanderwood had run into you
  • As had their scissors
  • Right into your shoulder
  • You screamed, and at first they weren’t sure why
  • Then they saw the scissors lodged in you
  • Panic mode officially on
  • The drove you to the hospital, insisting that you mustn’t pull it out, it could cause nerve damage
  • It’s good they did, because the doctors later said that themselves
  • The procedure wasn’t horrible
  • Stitches, salve, then in bed
  • Unfortunately, it would leave a bunch of scars all over your back
  • You hated those scars, they were ugly, and they were there for such a stupid reason
  • Every time you saw them poking out behind your sleeves
  • Vanderwood felt horrible
  • You didn’t let it show that they were a bother in front of them
  • But they knew
  • Eventually they confronted you
  • “Do you hate me?”
  • “Why would I?”
  • “Because of your back.”
  • You flinched, and Vanderwood thought they were a goner
  • “I understand if you never want to see me again.”
  • “No.”
  • Those words echoed throughout them, and their face furrowed in confusion
  • “I may hate them, and sometimes I may not want to see you, but that doesn’t mean that I want to never see you ever again. That’d be ridiculous.”
  • You hugged them tightly
  • “It may have been your fault, but that doesn’t mean I should hate you forever.”
  • Vanderwood was never more grateful in their life

OH MY GOD IT’S DONE!!! Now here’s to hoping it doesn’t delete FOR THE FIFTH TIME while I’m writing the closing. I’m super sorry. I lost power for over two days, then it kept deleting, it was just a nightmare. I hope you liked, and I tried to vary it. I feel so bad about Baehee and V, but I just felt like I needed to. I hope this helps you and your need for angst!! Thank you for requesting this and hope you like!

Mafia AU: BTS' reaction to their S/O being the little sister of the rival gang leader and when their brother tries to hurt the member they kill their own brother.
  • WARNING: I KNOW Y'ALL WOULDN'T KILL YOUR BROTHERS SO DON'T ATTACK ME. THIS IS MERELY A REQUEST THAT LOOKED INTERESTING AND I DID IT. OK now, Yo. This title. I Hope this is what you wanted, this gon be my first time writing a Mafia thing. Please send feedback if you can guys. ~ ♥♥
  • ————————
  • Jin/Kim Seokjin:
  • Very shocked that you would kill your own family member for him. He watched as you took out the gun He had given you only to protect yourself but here you are protecting him shooting your brother for him. He was planning on killing him sooner or later but this wasn't the way anyone thought it would go down.
  • Jin: Wasn't that your brother? You just..
  • You: He.. He was going to hurt you a..and I was scared. I'm sorry.
  • Jin: You don't need to apologize. -He holds your hand-
  • You: -You look at Jin unable to stare at your dead brother any longer- I killed him. Was it.. right for me to.. kill him?
  • Jin: It was right. I'm sure it was the right decision.
  • ~~~~~~~~~~
  • Suga/Min Yoongi:
  • He would think hard about what you just did. Killing your brother for him, he felt some happiness but also some worry. Exactly how far would you go to protect him? You were willing to kill a blood relative for him, would you die for him??
  • Yoongi: Y/n? -You were still holding the gun up, looking at your brother in shock-
  • Yoongi: You can put the gun down. -He takes it from your hands- It's done now.
  • You: I shot him.
  • Yoongi: You did.
  • You: I.. -Still staring at your brother-
  • Yoongi: -He wraps his arm around your shoulders- Let's go, there's no need to stay any longer.
  • ~~~~~~~~~~
  • J-Hope/Jung Hoseok:
  • He watched the argument go down. He'd be confused as to how you gathered enough mental strength do such a thing. Even he would hesitate if he had to kill family. You didn't seem too proud of your decision anyway though.
  • Hobi: Are you okay?
  • You: Sure, killing my brother was simple. Of course I'm not okay Hoseok.
  • Hobi: I was planning on killing him at some point anyway.
  • You: Hoseok! -You smack his arm-
  • Hobi: It's the truth. -He holds your face-
  • Hobi: Let's get home. I believe I have something pleasurable at home that'll make you feel better, kitten.
  • ~~~~~~~~
  • Rap Monster/Kim Namjoon:
  • He was extremely worried about you, He saw tears go down your face as you held the gun up. He thought you wouldn't be able to do it but you did it, he wanted to know what you were thinking and feeling that made you shoot your brother for him.
  • Namjoon: Baby? It's okay, calm down.
  • You: I killed him. I killed my brother. I'm so sorry. I'm sorry. My god.
  • Namjoon: Sh. Come here. -He holds you tightly against him- You protected me. I love you for that. I love you and appreciate you. Thank you, baby. Thank you.
  • You: Namjoon I'm scared, wasn't there another way? I don't..
  • Namjoon: Maybe there was but what's done is done okay? He was dangerous, his death was coming anyway.
  • ~~~~~~~~~
  • Jimin/Park Jimin:
  • Smiling, shocked, as a Mafia boss who has been waiting for this guy to die and for him to be killed by his own sister was too interesting. He of course would make sure you felt okay, although he felt proud of you he also felt worried, you just killed your sibling.
  • Jimin: You okay, honey? -He rubs his thumb against your cheek-
  • You: I feel tired, physically, emotionally, and mentally.
  • Jimin: -Now takes your hand and starts making you walk- We're leaving. You know? At some point someone else was going to kill him.
  • You: I-I guess.. Are you trying to make me feel better?
  • Jimin: Is it working?
  • You: I don't know.
  • Jimin: We'll be in bed in the dark, and after tonight you can tell me if it worked.
  • ~~~~~~~~
  • V/Kim Taehyung:
  • Worried x100 for you. Although you knew what he did, he never expected you to get involved this much. After doing that he would immediately run towards and hold your face asking you if you're Okay.
  • Tae: Do you know what you did? Are you okay? Can you move?
  • You: I killed him.. I don't know. Oh my god I killed him.. Taehyung I killed him! -Mental breakdown-
  • Tae: Sh. Sh. Y/n listen to me. Calm down I know it's hard but just listen. I believe you did it for a good reason. You did this feeling that it was right.
  • You: Was it? Was it right?
  • Tae: ... Yes, It was right.
  • ~~~~~~~
  • Jungkook/Jeon Jungkook:
  • Jungkook was a cold mafia leader; he never thought you had the heart to kill a sibling for him but apparently you did and that made him quite moved. He looked at you trying to figure out how you felt about your decision. Trying to see if you regretted what you did.
  • Kook: You did good.
  • You: -Unable to say anything-
  • Kook: -Rubbing your shoulders- I know it's hard to process but I promise you this was the correct decision.
  • Kook: Staring at him isn't going to change what happened to him.
  • You: -Still shocked, unable to speak or move-
  • Kook would end up having to carry you back. He understood what had just happened and some of how you felt. He hopes you'll feel better about your decision someday.
  • ~~~~~~
  • Note: I tried to make all of them have different reactions so that I could maybe catch one your personality's. 💙
You see him after your breakup

Niall: It’s a Saturday afternoon and the weather is absolutey lovely today. But you don’t really feel like doing anything today. When ou’re about to watch some Modern Family your cell phone rings.It’s your bestfriend Noa. ‘Hi No, what’s up?’ 'Hi hun, I was thinking maybe we should get some ice cream at the park? I really need a study break.’ 'Yeah sounds great, meet you at 3.' 

’(Y/N) I’m here!’ You hear Noa call you. You smile and walk over to her. 'So how are your exams going?’ you ask. 'Eugh I’m so done with it, if I don’t have ice cream within 5 minutes I’m going to get a mental breakdown. 'Well let’s go then.' 

As you are enjoying your treat in the sun and talking you sundenly see Noa’s eyes getting bigger. 'Are you alright, Noa?’ 'Uh yeah, but please don’t look at your right.’ 'Huh why?’ As the curious person you are you do turn your head and see him. Niall Horan. Your ex. The boy you still love, but broke u with. It was the best. You quickly turn your head back. 'Fuck did he see me?’ You whisper. 'Yes… He’s coming your way.’ 'Fuck, fuck, fuck. Can we go please? I don’t want this.’ But it’s already to late. ’(Y/N)?’ you hear his sweet voice behind you. 'Hi Niall…’ You almost whisper not being able to look at him. 'Uhm… yeah well… Uhm… How are you?’ 'Oh yeah I’m absolutely wonderful, Niall.’ You fake smile. 'I’ll leave you two alone.’ Noa says and stands up. You give her a desperate look, but she ignores it. Niall decides to sit next to you. 'I still miss you, (Y/N)… a lot.’ You are finally able to look at him. You sigh. 'I miss you too… a lot.’ You are both quiet for a while until you take his hand and hold it really tight.’

Louis: It’s been almost 6 months after you guys broke up and you haven’t seen each other since then. But you got over it pretty fast, now having an amazing boyfriend who cares a lot more about you.

'Baby, would you like to go out for dinner?’ Evan asks. 'Uh yeah sure, when would you like to go?’ 'What about now?’ 'Now? Evan I’m already in my PJ’s and our pizza will be delivered soon.’ 'I don’t care. I just want to go out with my beautiful girlfriend.’ You stand up and give him a kiss. 'I love you crazy bear, just let me get dressed alright.’

After half an hour you two arrive at the restaurant. 'Table for two please.’ Evan says to the waiter. 'Of course sir.’ 'It’s absolutely beautiful here.’ You say looking around. 'Just like you.’ You start to blush. The waiter escourts you to your table. 

'Sorry I really need to go to the toilet right now.’ You chuckle and stand up making your way to the toilets. When you are done you quickly open the door wanting to head back to your table. But you bumb into someone. Not knowing it’s you ex. 'Oh I’m so sorry sir I… Louis?’ You ask shocked. 'Hi, (Y/N)’ He gives you a small smile. 'I have to get back.’ you quickly say not wanting to have to talk to him. 'You look beautiful.’ He says. 'Thanks…’ 'Who are you with tonight?’ Why is he asking me all these questions you think to yourself. You can barely give him the answer but he knows it by your silence. 'I hope he makes you happy. And if he ever hurts you I…’ 'Louis,’ You interrupt him, 'You were the one who hurt me remember? I’m happy now. Way happier than before. I’m going back to my table right now… Have a nice evening, Louis.’ You can barely hold back your tears. But you need to let him go. 

Harry: His POV: After (Y/N) broke up, I haven’t heard anything of her. That night when I came home she was gone. Nothing was left of her anymore. But it’s all my fault. I was too selfish to even care about her. I miss her so much. Her beautiful smile, Her voice, Her body. The way she could laugh about how stupid we were after a fight. But this time she didn’t smile, she left. And all because of me. 

'Dude, are you okay?’ Niall asks. 'Huh what?’ 'I asked if you are okay?’ I sigh looking at my phone, praying for a call or maybe a text. 'Still nothing?’ 'Nothing… I think I’m going to her house. I need to tell here I’m sorry…’ 'Do you want me to drive you there?’ 'No… I’m going for a walk.’ 'Alright… Good luck mate.’ 'Thanks, Niall.’

I walk out of the studio making my way towards her house. Am I nervous? More terrified. As I arrive I take a couple of deep breaths before I knock at her door. No respond. I look through her window, but it’s dark inside. I bet she isn’t home. As I’m about to leave and turn around, I see her. She’s standing in frot of me. But she doesn’t look the same. She doesn’t look like my happy carefree (Y/N) anymore. Her hair is messy, Mascara swipes out and her clothes are ripped apart. She stares deadly at me. 'Oh my God, babe. What happened to you?’ She doesn’t respond and walks past me wanting to go inside. 'Why do you smell like alcohol and drugs, (Y/N)’ 'Why do you smell like pure shit, Harry?’ 'You don’t do drugs, do you?’ I ask worried. 'Does that matter?’ 'Yes it does matter! You’ll get fucked up by that stuff (Y/N) you have no idea how much you are damaging yourself!’ 'OH EXCUSE ME THE ONLY THING WHO GOT ME FUCKED UP IS YOU. AND I FUCKING HATE YOU FOR THAT. AND I FUCKING HATE MYSELF FOR STILL LOVING YOU. BUT THIS IS THE ONLY WAY TO FORGET YOU HARRY! SO JUST LEAVE AND DON’T YOU DARE TO EVER LOOK FOR ME AGAIN!’ I can’t hold back my tears anymore. 'I CAME TO LOOK FOR YOU BECAUSE I STILL LOVE YOU TOO. I’VE MADE A HORRIBLE MISTAKE AND I BLAME MYSELF FOR THAT EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. I LOVE YOU SO FUCKING MUCH!’ 'I don’t know how to trust you anymore Harry.’ 'Let me show you.’ 'How?! I really don’t want to be the person who constantly asks you where you’re going or where you’ve been.’ 'If you want to do that you have all the right. If you want to check my phone, go ahead. But I can’t let you walk away again. I’ll never forgive myself that.’ I walk over to her and hold her for dearest life. She cries onto my chest. 'Please don’t hurt yourself this way love. You are way too special.’ 'You have a lot of making up to do Styles.’ 'I know. I know.’ I whisper kissing the top of her head,

Zayn: It just didn’t work out that way. You were busy with uni and he was busy with his career. You still miss him sometimes. The fun days you had together. When he sang to you if you felt down. But it is just better this way. 

You are standing in front of the frozen section at your local Waitrose. Some friends are coming over tonight and you have to cook something, which isn’t really your talend so you decide to keep it simple. 'Where are the mozzarella sticks?,’ You mumble to yourself, 'Fuck they are on top…’ You try to reach for them, but being 5'2 is not that fun.’ 'You need any help with that?’ You hear a voice behind you. But you know that voice way too well. It’s the same voice who woke you up almost every single morning. 'Zayn?’ you ask surprised. 'Here let me get that for you.’ He grabs the mozzarella sticks and hands it to you. 'Thank you.’ 'I see you still like your cheese sticks.’ You blush a bit. 'Yeah… What brings you here?’ 'I’m visiting my family and I quickly wanted to pick something up before heading there.’ 'Well, tell them I said hi.’ 'I will.’ You give him a small smile. 'Well I have to get some other stuff so uhm…’ 'How are you doing by the way?’ He asks. 'Great, yeah… I finished my exams and now I can just take it a bit easy… And are you still on tour or?’ 'We’re having a little break in two weeks we are going to America.’ 'Oh wow nice.’ 'I still miss you (Y/N).’ 'I miss you two Zayn. But it is better this way.’ 'Maybe it is…’ 'I really have to go now. It was really nice seeing you again. And all the luck in America.’ 'Thanks love. Uhm… Do you mind if I give you a hug?’ You smile. 'Of course not.’ You give him a hug inhaling his scent one last time. You pull back and give him a kiss on his cheek. 'Bye, Zayn.’

Liam: 'Mummy! Mummy where are you?!’ Your 3 year old daughter cries. You had the pick something up at the store and decided to bring Anna with you but when you didn’t watch her for not even a minute, she walked a way now crying for you. 'Have you lost you mummy, sweetie?’ A young man asks her. She nods at him a little frightened by his sudden approach. 'Shall I help you find her?’ 'Yes, please’ She cries. 

'Anna?!’ You call, 'Anna honey where are you?!’ 'Miss, are you alright?’ An employee asks you. 'Have you seen a little girl. She is tree years old, has a brown hair with a black bow and wears a white shirt with jeans and converse.’ At that moment you hear her call your name. 'Mummy!’ 'Oh Anna!’ You rush over to her and pick her up. 'Oh honey, never scare mummy like that ever again okay?’ 'I am sorry, mummy.’ 'It’s alright sweetheart.’ You look up wanting to thank the man who brought her back, but when you see him your heart stops for a moment. 'Liam?’ He smiles at you. 'Hi (Y/N).’ 'Thank you so much for helping her.’ 'It’s alright. She looks a lot like you. She has your eyes and smile.’ 'I hear that a lot.’ 'Do you know him, mummy?’ 'Yes I do. This is Liam. I was in love with him before daddy.’ Anna looks confused at you. 'You still love daddy, right?’ 'Of course, Anna. I love daddy very much.’ 'I’m glad to see you happy, (Y/N).’ 'Thank you. It’s been a long time, Liam. How are you?’ 'Oh yeah. I’m great.’ 'How is Sophia doing? Are you still together?’ He smiles. 'Yes we are.’ 'That’s wonderful.’ 'Mummy, are we going home?’ 'Yes in a minute.’ 'It was nice seeing you again, Liam.’ 'Yeah definitely. I got to go as well. All the best (Y/N). And nice meeting you Anna.’ 'What do you say, Anna?’ 'Thank you Mr. Liam.’ 'Good girl.’ You smile one last at him. 'Goodbye, :Liam.' 

anonymous asked:

Damn! I always seem to do that. It"s Morbid here =). I'd just sent you a Golly prompt about Paramore: Hate To See Your Heart Break ft. Joy Williams . I don't know if you got my message before this one. I'm in an emo, heart ripping mood and am in need of some angst if you care to fulfill my wants here ;D . I'd love it if you would. Thanks!

Oh I got your message, Morbid. And how can one say no to your requests? :) I wanted to get this done sooner but I got distracted by the TV, and then YouTube videos and tumblr. Then I got hungry.

I don’t know if anything I wrote relates to the song (well I tried to in the beginning), if it’s any good or if it’s as angsty as you wished for, but here it is.


She bare said anything during the ride back to Holly’s place, eyes closed and head leaning against the window. Holly couldn’t help but think about Gail’s conversation with Officer McNally earlier and how upset both women were. Filling up a glass of water for the blonde, Holly wondered what happened between the two women, but it wasn’t the time to pry or be nosey. Gail would come to her whenever she felt ready, that was if she wanted to.

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