repetitive dates

for the peace of mind of everyone in the stream who heard me start but never finish the wasp joke, here it is

so, there’s this wasp.

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Okay guys, I could really use some prayers. This could be a long story, but I’m gonna try to keep this short. My sister and her 3 children were living with her boyfriend, and yesterday she moved back in with me and my mom. She says he was verbally abusive so yes, I’m glad she’s out of there. But this is a repetitive cycle where she dates horrible men and breaks up with them, and moves back in with us. It gets to a point where it is so stressful for myself and my mom to have her and the kids with us because she does this seriously every 2 years or so. I have been an emotional wreck for 3 days, and really depressed and hating life right now. It sounds beyond selfish, I know. And that is why I need prayers. Please pray for me that I am able to remain stress free and not get super depressed again. It’s a situation that is hard to explain, but it can get bad. It’s so hard to keep helping someone who keeps making the same mistakes. Please pray for all of us. I know I can’t get through this without God on my side. Thank you. <3 

MY THIRST IS UNQUENCHABLE. Yoosung imagine/hc’s for a casual date??¿ : o
-Anon


  She giggled as her boyfriend pulled her into the usual cafe they frequented. MC would never think these dates as repetitive, or that she’d ever get sick of them. As long as they spent time together, she was happy with whatever they did.

  “What’re you going to order, MC?”

  Her eyes scanned the oh so familiar menu. Unlike Yoosung, who liked to order something new every time he visited, she preferred to stick with the few select drinks that she would always order. “Hm, I don’t know, hot chocolate?”

  “Ooh! That’s a good idea! Two hot chocolates please!” he told the cashier.

  The time came where their drinks were called ready and the couple exited the cafe, a crisp autumn breeze hitting them upon opening the door. They began their walk down the shopping boulevard, a usual Saturday morning activity for them. 

  Early fall was approaching. The trees were beginning to turn from their dark green color to rich shades of red, orange and yellow, the air was chilly, and the busy streets were filled with people dressed in their sweaters and coats. “It’s a nice day out, don’t you think?” Yoosung commented before taking a sip from his cup. MC didn’t get a chance to respond when the eager boy grabbed her hand by surprise and started to pull her until they stopped in front of the park.

  “The playground?” her eyebrow arched in amusement. Was she on a date or babysitting a child? She wouldn’t be able to tell you what the answer would be. “Why’d you drag us here?”

   “Can I push you on the swings?” Right when his eyes met hers, she felt his puppydog eyes boring deep into her soul.

  She let out a sigh of defeat, she could never find the willpower within herself to say no to those eyes, “Alright, alright, but I get to push you after, okay?”
His face practically lit up in excitement as he made a beeline towards the swings. 

  A good hour of playing passed until they tiredly walked back to the bench where they had set down their belongings. Yoosung took a sip of his long-forgotten drink before nearly spitting it out. “Ewww…It’s cold now.”

  “Of course it is, but we can always get a new one if you’d like.”

  A smile spread across his face as he took his hand in her’s again, leading them up the path they had just came from, “Back to the cafe it is then!”

  ‘These dates will never get repetitive.’ she jokingly played in the back in her head.

MY HANDS R SHAKING TOO MUCH TO COMPLETE THIS BUT

IM SO HAPPY IM SO HAPPY IM SO HAPPY MY HEART IS SWEELING AND I AM SO HAPPY

The Holocaust museum never really leaves you.

It’s been weeks and sometimes I fall back into memories of the silence, the dark oppression of the train car, the way I reached the end of the exhibit and discovered I had been all alone.

It’s like falling, always, tripping in your sleep, heavy on your conscience. 

When I finished the tour, I was trembling, on the verge of collapse. I had somehow gotten separated from my group, so I was trying and failing to hold myself together. The last rooms involve “clean-up” and the images were so horrific I wanted to scream. I went sprinting through the Hall of Remembrance, crying, almost running into people, when I spotted someone I knew near the gift shop. She started to say something, but I just latched onto her, buried my face into her shoulder, and sobbed for a long, long time.

I didn’t really realize how terrible this mass genocide was. We learn about it over and over in history class, but six million dead is nothing. Six million is just a number, and not only that - it’s something too big to fathom. It’s statistics, dates, mechanical repetition of how they were outcasted, treated, killed. It’s nearly as systematic as the actual event was.

The museum strips you of that formality. I am haunted now by faces, histories crowding into my subconscious at random times during the day. People.

Six million people.

I hope I never get over it.

Jicheol Fic 2

SURPRISE! so idk why but i decided to continue this fic series XD as in this may end up being a chapter series :D so this fic goes with Jicheol Fic 1 yeah this is really different from my woozi fics or anything else so i hope you like it! sorry its SUPER long


“Okay,” Jihoon said to himself, wiping down his shirt for the fifteenth time. “Okay.” He lifted his fist and placed it right up against the door of apartment 917A. Taking in a deep breath and shutting his eyes, he repeated, “Okay.”

“Are you gonna knock yet?”

Jihoon turned around and glared back at Soonyoung, who was just leaning against their doorframe. “I was about to,” Jihoon flatly replied.

Soonyoung scoffed and rolled his eyes as Mingyu came over and stood next to him. “You’re still here?” Mingyu questioned, holding his bowl of cereal.

“He can’t pull himself to knock on the door,” Soonyoung smirked.

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lostdaemon  asked:

Sam is all "It's those little yellow guys again." Clint is "Guess Steve has a date tonight." And it's basically just the Avengers half-ass swatting Minions hands away from grabbing their bottoms as some carry Steve away. Except they don't grab Natasha's bottom, they measure her stylish, functional and dangerous black high-heeled boots to get some for Darcy. Natasha is all "You couldn't just ask out a girl from accounting, could you?"

part one here

“So are you coming to the SI mixer tonight? It’s gonna be fun,” Natasha asks as she slips up on his left.

“More fun than this?” Steve says prying the helmet from his head and running a gloved hand through his sweaty hair. His eyes scan the street but nothing is moving but a scrap of newspaper caught in a vent.

“Linda from accounting will be there. She likes you.”

“Strawberry blonde with the aversion to all things green?”

“Yes.”

“Yeah, no, besides I-”

“It’s those little yellow guys again,” Sam says as he swoops down to land on his right.

“What? Where?” Steve says shoving his shield onto his back. “Nevermind.” He sees the minions then. A small pack of them clambering over the prone body of  a mammoth lemon yellow beetle, definitely not the car,  they’d been tasked with fighting half the afternoon. One of the minions tumbles to the asphalt and another begins laughing and waving its arms around cheerfully. “Damn it.”

“Are those…?”

“Minions,” Steve says, wincing as the minions turn as one and scramble to reach him. Natasha raises her weapons and Steve holds out his arm. “They’re harmless, Nat.” Natasha tilts her head at him, eyebrows arching up. “Trust me.”

“Cap! Cap! Cap!” the minions cheer as they swarm over to them. There’s a baker’s dozen of them crawling all over each other to hug him. It’s not pleasant. Nor is the constant chatter emanation from their mouths. He can only catch every seventh word or so, a repetition of ‘Cap’, ‘Darcy’,  ‘date’ and ‘‘la boda’ in the happy babble as they poke and prod at his uniform. One taps on his shield.

“I, uh, have a date.”

“Date!” says a minion with a single eye. Dave, Steve thinks, or possibly Fred.

“Da!” chorus the rest of the minions.

“Since when?” Sam says pushing away an inquisitive minion tugging at his left boot and shaking another from poking at his wings. “Hey stop that.”

Not a single minion touches Natasha. One minion with two eyes hidden behind goggles and dark spikes of hair on his head appears to be sketching Natasha’s boots on a small notepad. It’s tongue is caught between large square teeth as he concentrates.

“Since the last time they showed up,” Steve says as two minions begin to tug on his gloved hand.

“You couldn’t just ask out a girl from accounting, could you?” Natasha says glaring at one of the taller minions caught reaching towards her ass.

“Darcy Lewis, one of Felonius Gru’s daughters. She checks out,” he says before Natasha can say anything else. He wasn’t going to have a repeat of the barista at his third favorite coffee shop who just so happened to a) not be entirely human and b) was a HYDRA agent. Yeah, that wasn’t going to happen again.

“Darcy, Darcy, Darcy,” the minions chorus.

“Gelato,” cries another minion thrusting small gloved fists into the air. Dave, the minion, curled his fist and bopped the other on top of his head.

“She pretty?” Sam asks, and Steve fails to keep his face neutral.

She’s gorgeous, he wants to say.

A  minions pulls out a small black cube and holds it up to Steve. “Thank you,” he says taking it carefully.

“Darcy,” the minion coos and presses the top of the cube. The cube unfurls into a rectangle his hand and a video plays of the night the minions kidnapped him.

“I’m not marrying him,” Darcy says waving her hands about in the video.

“She’s pretty,” Natasha says thoughtfully as she pulls the tablet from his hand. 

“Hey, watch where you put your hands,” Sam says turning around and rubbing his behind. “That one pinched my ass.”

“Bottom,” chirps the minion in question, a wide grin on its sunny face.

“Stop that,” Steve says pulling his hands free of them minions to cross his arms over his chest. He levels the minions with his best Captain-America-is-disappointed face.

Two minions’ lips wobble and a third bursts into tears.

Damn it. Steve sighs and wishes he had the patience of a saint. Or a sniper.

“Nice going, Cap, look what you did,” Sam says, awkwardly patting  a minion on the head as the minion clings to his leg.

A minion, with a single eye, starts pointing at the watches strapped to his wrist and taps his foot impatiently. Steve’s pretty sure neither watch tells the correct time. The minion spits out a string of babble ending in ‘la boda’.

“I’d like to date a girl before I marry her,” he hears himself say on the video. Steve winces. It really sounded better at the time.

“Who knew you could be so smooth, Rogers,” Sam says clapping him on the shoulder. There’s laughter in his voice and and Steve’s mouth twitches up at the corners.

The minions swarm over Steve and begin to push and pull at him. “Hey, hey,” he says.

“Have fun on your date,” Natasha calls out behind him.

Sam adds a far too cheerful ‘don’t forget to use protection’ that stops the minions in their tracks and makes Steve wish he had better friends. The minions glare at Steve small arms crossing over their cylindrical chests. The tips of Steve’s ears grow warm and he holds his hands up in front of him.

“Thanks, Sam,” Steve says dryly.

“No problem, man,” Sam replies. The minions chatter among themselves, occasionally giving him pointed looks before they begin to pull at him again leading him in the opposite direction from the beetle.

“Wait, I can’t go out like this,” he says waving at his uniform covered torso. The minions ignore him as the tug him towards an inconspicuous grey van with two minions leaning out the window of the driver’s side.  

“Da,” says Dave, nodding his head enthusiastically.

Sunlight glints off the safety glass of the minion’s goggles and burns into Steve’s eyes. He really hopes that Darcy leaves the minions home. He has a feeling there will be minions spying on them anyway. Steve’s right boot squishes with every step he takes. “No, wait. My apartment first,” Steve says stubbornly. “I’m not going to go on a date smelling like bug guts.”

The minions blink up at him.

“Darcy won’t like it?” he tries again.

“Oooh,” the minions coo and start jabbering excitedly among themselves.

“Come on then,” he sighs.

Time Spent with You is Time Well Spent | Sehun x You

Characters: You, EXO’s Sehun

Requested By Anon

Can I request a scenario with sehun from Exo on your first date night him sleeping over your house watching movies not smut thanks only if your accepting right now

A/N: Writing this gave me feels and I ain’t even trash for Sehun so I hope this tugs at your heartstrings the way it did with mine.

Originally posted by luderella


“Do you want to spend the night at my house?” You ask Sehun without looking at him, your attention focused on getting your house keys out of your bag. He remains silent, even after you’ve taken out your keys. Wondering why he hasn’t responded to you, you look up at him only to see one eyebrow slightly raised. The corners of his lips turn upwards to form a smirk.

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A blessing in disguise ~ chapter 27

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A blessing in disguise ~ chapter 27

I walk straight to my room, and sit on my bed. My tears don’t fall, I just aimlessly stare at the blank wall. I look away from the wall, and crawl under my covers wanting to go to sleep. I hear a few clinks against glass. It takes me a moment to realize that something keeps hitting the window. I get up and inspect my window, only to see Harry standing outside. He’s throwing small stones. “Hayley I know you’re there” he calls, and I sigh, he comes to the window, and gestures for me to open it. I hesitate, but end up opening the window. “What do you want?” I ask him,
“I need to talk to you”
“I’m busy” I say and go to shut the window but he stops me.
“no, you’re not. Let me in”
“No”
“Hayley let me in”
“no Harry, go home.” I shake my head, fighting my heart.
“Hayley let me in”
“why should I?”
“let me in and you’ll know” he says, and I push away from the window.
“well climb in” I cross my arms. Harry chuckles before climbing in the window, making it look easy. “Hayley” he starts of adjusting his top. “Okay, look, I’m not letting you go easily. I can’t do it. I have been nothing but a f*cken train wreck. I love you Hayley, and I can’t be apart from you. I hate showing my feelings and emotions you know it. I’m sorry and I never say sorry. I love you Hayley, I want to be with you, I want to be yours and I want you to be mine, and only mine. I’m in love with you, and I’m not letting you go so easily. Hayley, will you be my girlfriend again?” Harry asks me, his voice sounding sincere and catching me off guard. “Did you just say sorry, and I love you in the same sentence?” I gasp,
“don’t make a big f*cken deal about it.” he mutters, “Do you mean it?”
“mean that I love you? I climbed through a window, and said I did.”
“say It again”
“I love you Hayley” Harry replies with a smile, my eyes waster up before I walk into his arms. “I love you” I mumble, his arms wrap around me tightly, and I sigh in relief, so happy to feel his touch again. “I’ve been a mess” he whispers,
“so have I” I reply, before we break away.
“There’s uh.. Something I want to show you though”
“What is it?” I ask him curiously,
“you have to come with me” he says,
“where?”
“just with me.” he replies, and I take his hand, I walk out my bedroom door, walking to the living room. “Hay- oh hi Harry” my mum stops her sentence,
“Hello” he greets, before we walk out. We walk to his car and hop in. We stay quiet while Harry drives, I just look out the window trying to work out where we are going. The car stops before I realize we are back at our houses. I look at him weirdly before he gets out, he takes my hand, taking me to his house. I don’t get why we got in the car, but I won’t question it. We walk into his house, and he takes me to the back garden. “What are you doing?” I ask him curiously, he doesn’t answer he just let’s go of my hand. “Stand here.” he says, before he walks away. “Don’t look back” he intrudes getting me even more curious. After a few moments, Harry makes me close my eyes. I do as he says, “Okay, open” he allows me open. I see Harry standing in front of me with a teddy bear holding a heart, with “I love you” stitched into the heart. The teddy bear has balloons attached to it. I look at him stunned. I never ever would have expected this. “Valentines day isn’t for another week or so, but I know this is what you like.” he awkwardly comments, stepping forward and handing me the bear and balloons. “Wow, thank you so much. This is so sweet.” I coo, still shocked. “You’re welcome, don’t say I don’t do anything for you.” he smiles before I kiss him sweetly. “I do love you Hayley”
“I love you too” I whisper before looking back at him. “Come with me” he flicks his head wanting me to follow him in the house. We stride into the kitchen, before I place my teddy bear and balloons down on the bench. “Well what do you want to do? Watch a movie?” he questions grabbing a cake off of the far bench, bringing it forward. “Cake?” he offers, making me eye the chocolate cake. I nod before Harry cuts me a slice. “Seeming we are back together, I have a small party thing tomorrow, would you like to come with me?”
“Sure what kind of party?”
“Well it’s, it has to do with my work and stuff, nothing too big” he answers and I nod. “Sure I guess.” I shrug hiding the fact that going to one of his small parties daunts me a little, it makes me a bit anxious. “Alright let’s watch a movie come on” he flicks his head towards the living room, walking to the living room. I follow, sitting on the couch with a slice of cake. “Do you want funny, boring, romance, scary or what?”
“Hmm let’s watch pitch Perfect.”
“I’m not watching that.” he shakes his head,
“Hm Safe Haven?”
“Nooo” he exaggerates.
“Uhm mean girls?”
“That’s so old.”
“You’re so picky”
“Yeah I am” he nods,
“My Big Fat Greek wedding?”
“Too long”
“50 first dates?”
“Too repetitive”
“You’re so picky, Uhm Nemo?”
“How old are we, 5?”
“What movie do you want?” I question,
“a good one.”
“nothing seems good enough for you.” I cross my arms. He rolls his eyes before putting on a DVD. “The things I do for you” he mumbles, plopping down on the couch next to me with a grunt. “We don’t have to watch it if you don’t like the movie.” I comment, hating the fact that he is so fussy. “No it’s fine.” he replies, looking at the screen. The start of Safe Haven begins and I find myself cuddled into Harry. “Wow her ex is looking for her, big whoop” Harry rolls his eyes, “Shh you’ll ruin it.”
“oh we all know how this ends, it’s obvious.”
“I haven’t seen this before now hush.” I scold, earning me a glare and an eye roll from Harry.


Harry’s p.o.v

This movie is boring me, I’m not the type to enjoy sitting here when I know the ending, it’s a chick flick, I much rather watch sports or something interesting with a good story plot, not this. I carefully get up and walk away. I walk to the small study by my room. I make sure nobody is around before I pull my journal out from behind the books on the book shelf. I hid it here when I found out the other week that both my mother and sister are snooping around for things. Apparently there’s no such thing as personal or private space. I sit down at the desk and turn to a page. I find the page where I last stopped working.
On the page in my writing there’s the words;

“only half a blue sky,
Kinda there but not quite”

“Without you, without you, half a heart without you.”


I re-read the words over and over again in my head, before deciding to try add more. My eyes wonder around the room before I walk out and go to my messy room. Glass is on the floor from my little outburst this morning, my things thrown everywhere. My shoes step on some glass, making it crunch. I ignore it all and jump on my bed. I look down at the floor, spotting one shoe, and that’s when it hits me.
“It’s like waking up to, Only half a blue sky, Kinda there but not quite, I’m walking round with just one shoe, I’m half a heart without you.”

The past weeks without Hayley has been miserable, absolutely horrible at that. I haven’t been into the studio much, associated with anyone, I’ve just been on my own, not including the times I decided to go out and get drunk because I had nothing else better to do, than to squander my money and time on alcohol. Without Hayley all that surrounded me was grey skies, like a cloud of rain was hovering over me constantly, not giving me an remorse. I was off without her, unbalanced, or walking around with just one show. I didn’t feel myself, half of me was missing, I couldn’t understand it, but now it’s making sense. This girl is driving me crazy, literally, making me feel things I’ve never felt before, things that I don’t want to expose. I keep my feelings to myself, and that’s why we had to have our break. I refuse to change for someone or to let someone change me, but if I don’t try show my feelings with her, I’ll lose her, for good. I’m half a heart without her. I’m half a man at best with half an arrow in my chest. I quickly jot down,
“I’m half a man at best, with half an arrow in my chest.”

“Harry?” Hayley enters the room before stopping looking around at the trashed room. “Yes?” I ask her, she doesn’t reply, she just looks at the broken glass, and objects on the floor. “What happened in here?”
“nothing I’ll clean it later. What’s up?”
“Well, I don’t want to watch the movie anymore.” she softly comments, her eyes scanning around the room. “What do you want to do?”
“I don’t know, what are you doing?” she questions me, I shake my head closing my journal. “Nothing”
“Clearly” she mumbles, I can see in her eyes that she’s getting curious, she wants to see what’s in this journal but I refuse to let her. I place it over on my side table, “no snooping” I comment as she takes a small step. “I won’t don’t worry” she defends before bending down and picking up a picture frame. “Hayley” I warn knowing she’s going to try clean my mess up. I don’t need her to clean my things up, it’s my mess. “Harry-” she goes to comment but I interrupt her, “don’t ask questions just leave things alone.” I firmly instruct not raising my voice, just sounding with authority. “I- fine” she sighs sitting on my bed. “Do you want to stay over at my house?”
“I can’t Hayley I have to out tomorrow morning.” I answer with a bit of a sigh. I would love to sleep beside her, but I have to go into the studio tomorrow. “That’s alright. Are you working on a new album?”
“Yes we are.” I nod, not wanting to get into a conversation evolving around my work and career. “Well this party thing tomorrow, what am I meant to wear?”
“Anything nice, a dress?” I suggest, not really thinking too much. “Okay I’ll wear a dress then. Well I’m going to go I’m tired.” Hayley yawns stretching out her arms. “Okay, come ‘ere first” I instruct opening up my arms, wanting to feel her body on mine, I want to feel her in my arms. She crawls closer to me, before I wrap my arms around her. She nestles into me cutely, her arms around my neck. “Mmm okay have a good sleep” I mumble stupidly, Hayley giggles lightly pulling away. “You too” she smiles before I peck her lips. “That all I get?” she pouts; her eyes shinning brightly at me, making my heart melt. I smile at her, before pulling her in for a sweet kiss. “I’ll walk you back” I mumble against her lips, quickly kissing her again before we completely pull away. We hop off the bed, she grabs my hand and I lead us out of my room. We walk out of my house, walking to her house. “Thanks” she smiles as we get to her doorstep. “Welcome, goodnight” I whisper, kissing her quickly before giving her a hug. I’ve missed this so much. “Goodnight Harry” she smiles before opening the door to her house and I walk back over to my house. I walk in the door, getting starred down by my mum. “So you and Hayley?” she questions placing her bag down, she must have gotten in when I was at Hayleys moments ago. “We are together.” I nod keeping cool about the topic. “That’s good, I thought you two would.”
“alright mum” I nod walking down the hallway. I walk into my room, and quickly hide my journal in a safe place. I pull my covers back and change out of my clothes, before sliding into bed. I lay awake thinking, I want to get out of this house and get my own place, but I don’t want to upset my mum, or move too far away, or not live next to Hayley. I sound so pathetic but I wouldn’t see her as much, we wouldn’t have the privilege of being so close. My eyes start to slowly close, reminder of hayley in my mind as I fall asleep.

My phone rings, the sound of the alarm waking me rings through my ears. I groan not wanting to get up, but duty calls. I grab my phone turning the alarm off, to give me some peace. I stay in bed a few minutes waking myself up. I push the covers off me, getting up and getting dressed. I pull on my usual black jeans, with a random top. I shove my phone into my pocket, along with my keys and wallet. I quickly pull the duvet over the bed, not bothering to fix my bed properly, I’ll do it later. I walk out of my room quietly before exiting the house. I step down the few steps walking towards my car. To my relief no fans are braving the weather and standing around. I look over and see Hayley walking out of her house at the same time. “Where you off to this early?” I call out, her head whips around and looks at me. “This thing called uni” she replies before she walks over to me as I turn my car on to warm it up. “Why are you going this early?” I ask watching her shiver a little. “I can’t sleep and because I missed classes I may as well use this time and get extra work done and all. All that fun stuff”
“doesn’t sound fun, but I’m glad I don’t have to do it all.”
“Hm lucky you” Hayley sighs before I bring her in for a hug, “How do you plan on getting to Uni if you don’t exactly drive?” I question her, her arms wrapping around me, clearly cold. “I was about to call a cab, I’m not going to walk” she replies,
“I’ll give you a lift, get in” I instruct,
“no you don’t have too, you’re busy”
“get in the car Hayley before you get me mad.” I comment breaking away from the hug. I wish she wouldn’t make things complicated and would just listen. “Okay” Hayley gives in getting in my car. I get in the car, and pull out. Hayley tells me which Uni she goes to, and I start to drive. “Aren’t you going to be late?” Hayley asks me.
“no I’ll be fine” I shake my head, watching the road. “How are you getting home?” I ask wanting to know she’s safe in how she gets home. I don’t exactly want her riding around in cabs on her own. “either cab, or I’ll get my dad to pick me up” she shrugs not too worried about how she will get home. “Do you want me to pick you up?”
“no it’s fine you already drove me.” she shakes her head, “You need to start driving”
“I don’t want to drive on my own”
“I’ll teach you”
“You don’t have too”
“I know, but I want too. Well we are here.” I comment looking at the large University to my left, “thank you Harry” Hayley grabs her bag before she looks at me. I shift in my seat, “I’ll pick you up, just call me” I instruct kissing her lips not allowing her to protest my offer. She should be pleased I am making an effort and attempting to be sweet, and pick her up. “Alright I will.” she nods before showing me her gorgeous smile as she hops out of the car. I watch her walk through the gates of the University before I drive myself to the studio. I park my car, before noticing all the fans gathered around the entrance. This can either be really easy, or really hard. I walk slowly to the entrance, the girls all looking towards me like a fresh piece of meat in a lions eyes. They all start to chatter, some attempting to get my attention. I play smooth and say hello, being polite. I stop for a few pictures despite the fact I don’t feel like taking pictures right now. “Are you single?” I hear someone ask but I don’t reply. I think it’s best to keep things on a low key for now. I walk into the studio, finding my band mates sitting around with a guitar. “Hey!” Niall chimes, he’s like a hyped up child all the time, always happy and cheery. “hi Niall” I nod, pushing my keys in my pocket. “Sup Styles” Zayn greets, “Hi Zayn” I reply, before Louis pats me on the back. “what’s this I hear of a girl Hm?”
“What are you talking about Louis?” I play stupid, “ah uh don’t play stupid with me Harry” Louis shakes his head. “I’m sure you’ve seen the headlines already”
“I don’t read the stories, half of them are fake.”
“Well I’m dating Hayley”
“Well I didn’t see that coming” Louis lies being sarcastic. “I’m sure you didn’t.”
“Well good job Styes, you’re actually getting in a proper relationship, being serious and buckling down.”
“Thanks Louis” I roll my eyes, it’s as if he’s my father that’s giving me some speech. “That explains why you’re here, you’re in a good mood, she took you back I see” Niall comments and I give him a bit of a glare. “So what are we doing today?” I change the subject not wanting to discuss the fact that I begged Hayley and gave her a speech that somewhat showed that deep down somewhere inside me I have a heart. “What happened? Did you charm her?” Niall questions getting a kick from this. “no”
“Tell us” he whines,
“No, why do you want to know? Your love life that boring?” I question,
“Oi my love life has nothing to do with the fact that you were miserable because a girl dumped you” Niall crosses
his arms. I angrily glare at him before letting my anger go, he is right. “I’ll give you that one Niall, but never speak of her dumping me again. Now if you must know she just couldn’t resist me” I shrug in a joking way. “Tell us the truth you muppet” Louis pipes in.
“aren’t you lot nosey Parker’s.” I comment,
“just bloody tells us” Louis rolls his eyes,
“Are your lives so boring you have to force me to tell you about mine?”
“Tell us and stop dodging the question.”
“we just talked it out that’s all there is to it. Now instead of hounding me for my love life details we should get to writing these songs before we get our arses kicked.” I explain grabbing a note pad from the small table and sitting down next to Liam. “Alright so far what do we have?” Liam questions,
“I have a picture of Niall with elephant ears, Niall has a picture of me with surrounded by blood carrots because he is a carrot, and let me also add that I dislike carrots, the worst saying I could have possibly used back when I was younger. It still haunts me to this day.” Louis mutters showing us his picture. “I have a blank sheet” I comment,
“I have nothing” Zayn adds,
“You lost are useful” Liam groans, I lean over and see he as well has an empty notepad. “Says the one with an empty notepad.” I mutter, but he ignores me. After hours of just mucking around, failing at writing something we all agree on, I get a call. “Oh your lover is calling better answer” Louis chuckles, I give him an eye roll before answering my phone. “Hello?”
“Hi Harry, I’m uh, I’m done if you want to pick me up. I can get my dad if you want.” Hayley says through the phone with a slight shiver in her voice. “I’ll be there in 10 just give me a few minutes to leave.” I answer her, before I hang up. “Ooh lover boy has to go” Niall chuckles,
“goodbye you lot” I comment standing up.
“Will we expect to see you tonight or are you busy?” Louis questions winking at me. “I’ll be there, and I’m going to pretend I didn’t see that wink”
“We all know what you’re going to do tonight” he adds,
“If you’re referring to screwing her, you’re wrong.” I comment walking away. I step out of the studio, swarmed by fans. I manage to make my way through the crowd of girls. I drive to Hayleys University, I see her standing near the gate looking down. She looks up, I don’t see her smile, or her eyes beaming with beauty. Instead I see saddened glossy eyes, and no smile. I park the car before getting out. She goes to open the door but I stop her. “What’s wrong?” I ask her instantly not caring about the hellos we are meant to share. “Nothing” she shakes her head, hiding the tears that I’m sure are threatening to fall. “You sure?” I ask her, but she doesn’t answer. She just opens the car door and gets in. I sigh unaware of what’s wrong with her, why she looks so sad. I get in the car, and drive home despite my want for McDonalds. Hayley gets out of the car quietly. I contemplate for a moment between following her or going to my house. I lock my car, before finding myself following her to her doorstep. She doesn’t say anything she stays quiet, walking into her house. I close the door worthy, locking it before strolling down the hallway. “Hayley?” I call before she turns to face me. “What’s going on?” I ask again, wanting an answer trying my best not to be demanding. Hayley doesn’t reply, a few tears just fall down her cheek. I sigh watching the tears. She wipes them away with her hand before turning her head. “Hayley-” I sigh wanting to be caring and comfort her but I don’t really know how. Usually if a girl cries there’s someone else that comforts her, and comforting my sister or mother don’t count. I bring Hayley in for a hug, before she starts to sob into me, “Do you want to tell me what it is wrong? Do I need to kick someone’s ass? Did someone say something too you? Who’s ass am I beating?” I question before she giggles softy. “nobody’s it’s fine” Hayley mumbles, I gently pull her away so she can look at me. “Tell me who’s ass I am kicking and I’ll do it right now.” I comment being 100% serious. I don’t care who you are, right now whoever made Hayley cry will pay. I’ve never been defensive of a girl I have had a “relationship” with but with Hayley I am. “Hayley I am serious, I need a name, or names.” I exaggerate curious to know if it is one person or multiple. I need to know who and what I’m dealing with. “Harry it’s fine honestly.”
“I have my girlfriend f*cken crying in my arms, it isn’t okay. Now tell me before I get annoyed and work it out myself.”
“Harry you can’t kick a girls ass so calm down.”
“Make a bet? I know girls who will gladly go do my business for me. Now give me a name.”
“Harry no. Nobody is hurting anyone.”
“I need a name, I’ll give them a good talking too.” I adjust my pay back method. “I don’t even know her name.”
“Fine describe her to me and I’ll find her.” I reason, making Hayley giggle. “You’re defensive”
“Hell yeah I am, now I need you to show me which bitch needs a talking too” I comment, not caring how defensive I may sound. Now if this was happening in public, maybe just maybe I would reconsider and not care just because of my reputation and eago but we aren’t in public so it doesn’t matter. “Let’s drop it”
“What did she do to make you cry?”
“Harry-”
“Tell me” I demand cutting Hayley off. She huffs before looking away.
“she.. She said I was just another one of your trollops, just one of your promiscuous toys that will soon enough be thrown away with the trash where I belong.” Hayley informs me, my eyes widen and arms tense with fury. “You know that’s not true” I instantly bark getting angry, I’m not angry at Hayley I am angry at the fact someone was rude enough to say that to her. I’m angry that someone can even attempt to compare Hayley to previous girls I’ve dated or messed with. “Don’t yell at me” Hayley takes a step away from me, “Sorry I didn’t mean to bark at you. I’m pissed that someone f*cken said that to you. That’s not okay. That’s bloody awful for you to be told. It’s not true you’re not a trollop, you know that. That woman is just a miserable damn woman who is jealous of the fact that I love you. And she’s jealous that she’s not getting any because she’s a miserable bitch nobody wants.” I exclaim, Hayleys facial expression changing from sad to a bit happy. “She seems miserable” Hayley admits with a nod. “She probably is, she probably can’t pull a guy even if she tried her hardest, not to mention she has a terrible personality to say shit to you. She’s probably the trollop that stands on street corners. Some people piss me off I swear.” I mutter calming down as I are Hayley dry her tears. “Miserable low life bitch” I add,
“okay no more name calling, can we change the subject?” Hayley sniffles,
“No I’ll call her what I want”
“Harry” Hayley sighs making me stop. “Fine” I mutter stopping myself from coming up with more names for this woman. “Do you want something to eat?” Hayley offers, changing the subject completely. “Sure what are we having?” I ask walking towards the kitchen with Hayley.


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I lean on the wall of Hayleys house, waiting for Hayley to get dressed, in the time it has taken her to get ready I’ve gone to my house, taken a shower, gotten dressed, cleaned the mess in my room, and She’s still not completely ready. “Hayley come on” I groan before the door opens. I enter Hayleys room. My eyes meet her body, she’s dressed in

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My mouth waters, my eyes unable to take themselves off Hayley. She looks irresistible. Her legs are showing, her chest area is out there, she just looks perfect in the dress. I feel gobsmacked. I feel lost for words. “Problem?” Hayley asks before I take my eyes away from her body. “Uhm no” I shake my head, yes there is a f*cking problem, guys are going to be over her. I’m struggling to keep my cool, and not be all over her, I hate to think how others will be. Hayley slips on her shoes, before getting her bag. “I’m ready”
“about time, only took like 10 hours” I exaggerate taking her hand.
“Whine” Hayley rolls her eyes as I lead her down the hall.
“you take forever” I exclaim only stating the truth. “Where are you two off too?” Hayleys dad asks, “Just out dad”
“What time will you be home?”
“I don’t know” Hayley shrugs,
“Hmm okay make sure you have your key and be quiet when you get in. Harry take care of her.” Hayleys dad instructs and I nod. “I will”
“Are you staying the night?” he then adds,
“Erm no not that I know of”
“Well if you do, you know the rules.”
“Yes no sex, got it.” I nod, too late really, I’ve already taken his little girls virginity away. I tug Hayley behind me trying to reach my car.


Hayleys p.o.v

As Harry pulls up to some place I know nothing of, I feel my legs start to shake. I notice there are men and woman holding cameras, majority being men. I look at Harry but he doesn’t look back at me. He just parks his car. I watch as the men swarm whoever is walking towards the entrance at this moment. I thought this was a private event, clearly not. “Please tell me we aren’t going in there.” I comment, pointing towards the group of photographers. A lot more than the ones that followed us in Greece. In Greece there were probably 8-10. Here there’s 20+ and I’m unaware of what I’m meant to do. I’m just an ordinary girl, being photographed by randoms isn’t my cup of tea. “Yes that’s where we are going.”
“But.. Those people” I gulp getting a bit nervous.
“Ignore them, come on” he encourages getting out of the car like it’s nothing. Easy for him to say. I open the door and slide out. I take Harry’s hand, instantly trying to hide behind him. We walk towards the entrance, I keep my head down, as things are shouted at us, and flashes go off. Before I know it, we make it inside unarmed. Harry leads the way to where his band mates are sitting. They all greet me politely and I do the same, despite my shaking body still. “Why are you shaking?” Liam asks me noticing quickly. “The morons outside rattled her up” Harry speaks for me, “oh” Liam sounds, knowing exactly what he meant. “I didn’t think you would show up” Louis smirks,
“Shut it, don’t even start” Harry warns his mate before taking his drink and throwing it down his throat quickly. There seem to be a far bit of people here, which I know none of. They are all just people I have no clue of whom they are. I stay by Harry, not feeling like associating with people I don’t know. I don’t exactly trust everyone I see. The guy in the corner seems like the creepy type, he just stands there watching quietly, not moving. The woman in the blue, short dress is hanging off three different guys, which makes me wonder what exactly she’s trying to do or prove. Then there’s the man sitting at the car with a half empty glass of some alcohol, he isn’t talking he’s jus starring down at his drink, as if he’s stuck in a black hole sucking him in, thinking about major life decisions or the heart break he feels, but will soon be too drunk to feel anymore. Harry and I part hands as we walk to the bar and gather around at the corner of the bar. The bartender hands me a water before the 5 boys get lost in their own conversation. Harry kisses my cheek, “I’ll be back in a second” he whispers before swiftly moving away. The conversation between the 4 boys is interrupted by a group of guys coming to us. “Oh who’s the lady?” one asks looking at me. “Oh this is Hayley” Niall introduces me, and I give the man a half smile. “Nice to meet you” he offers his hand to be shaken. I shake his hand before awkwardly standing there. “So Hayley tell me about yourself” he smiles,
“back off mate she’s taken” Louis shakes his head, noticing the pick up line quicker than me. “By who?” he asks just as I feel an arm at my waste, I gasp a little before realizing who it was. “Oh now I see, ha it won’t last long” he mumbles,
“what did I miss?” Harry questions,
“Not much” Niall shrugs,
“Hm okay.” Harry sounds not exactly believing Niall. As the night goes on I find myself sitting alone in the corner. Harry keeps leaving me, and the boys all scattered after a while. I look down at my phone before my attention goes towards who just sat next to me. “Hayley” a guy smiles, he looks like one of the ones that was talking to the bigs earlier. “Uhm hi” I awkwardly greet, a bit uncomfortable already. “What are you doing?” he asks, the smell of alcohol on him makes me think differently of him. He was nice at the start, now he seems tispy or drunk, and I’m not quite sure how I feel about this. His hand rests on my knee and I move it away. “Don’t” I shake my head, I don’t want his hands on me. He’s been friend zone. And friends don’t touch my knees while drunk, or sober. I find it to be a bit of a sexual touch. “Do you want to go somewhere else?” he asks me, his eyes looking bloodshot. “no” I shake my head, shifting away from him. “Why? I want to do you so badly.”
“Uhm you need to leave” I comment firmly. I don’t appreciate being spoken to like this. “Don’t be hard, come on” he chimes but I shake my head. I get up and scan the room. I spot Harry chatting to someone, before I make my way over to him. I tap his shoulder, he instantly turns around. “oh hey” he smiles bringing me into his side, his arm draping around me. “I think he’s bothering her.” the man who was talking to Harry comments. Harry turns to see the one who was sitting with me. “Is he bothering you Hayley?” Harry questions me, I don’t reply not wanting him to get upset or anything. I don’t know what he’ll do and I don’t want to find out either. Considering we are in public he probably won’t do much, but there’s nobody to capture the moment so maybe he would. “Is there a problem mate?” Harry questions the now stumbling man who was bothering me. “Yeah, this girl is f*cken hot” he comments, his eyes lighting up at his comment towards me. “Oi watch you’re f*cken language when talking about this girl, my girlfriend, and while you’re at it, find another girl.” Harry firmly instructs, exaggerating the 'my girlfriend’ part. “But she’s so f*cken hot, look at that body.”
“You have 5 seconds to shut you gob before I shut it for you.” Harry threats, the man eyes Harry before stumbling away not taking any chances. “He won’t be bothering you again” Harry comments proudly. As much as I am happy he pushed the man away, I’m not happy with how the man directed me as hot. He was just looking at my body, which gets to me. “Hayley this is Nick, Nick this is Hayley” Harry introduces me to the mysterious guy Harry was talking too. “hi” I shyly greet,
“Hi Hayley are you enjoying the party?” Nick asks me. “I guess” I shrug, before the two boys get back to communicating. While Harry talks to Nick I start to notice the area getting fuller and fuller. Some people have bulky cameras, some have note pads. “Harry, Nick smile for the camera” Someone shouts before pictures are snapped, left right and center. I hide behind Harry, unable to move anywhere. Everyone surrounding us in a big circle. “Smile with the girl” Someone instructs being pushy. Harry turns to me, unable to do or say anything. Pictures being taken of us already. I look down as a flash blondes me. “Hayley?” Harry whispers, but I don’t reply. I’m too busy trying to process everyone around us, taking pictures, telling us what they want, how to pose, what to do. Too many flashes are going off at once for me to handle, there are too many people, to many demanding photographers wanting certain pictures. I’m just a Normal girl who isn’t use to this, this isn’t my thing. I take a deep breath starting to feel overwhelmed by everything. I gives small smile to a camera that’s facing me, before I turn my head to look at Harry. He’s just half smiling half looking at me before his eyes meet the camera. I try to pull things off for his sake, these people clearly not leaving until they get what they came here for. “Harry look here.” someone calls, more flashes blinding me, making me feel anxious, and even more overwhelmed. My eyes hurt from so many flashes, I don’t know how people deal with this. I am struggling, I have never been subject to this before, this isn’t an experience worth wanting. I feel cramped, too scared to move. If I move I will probably be pounced on by these demanding people trying to snap pictures and probably make a living off of them. My palms feel sweaty, my eyes burning, the pit of my stomach becoming unsettled, my legs feeling unsteady. My nerves are rushing through me, pulsing hard making me feel nervous and anxious. “Harry” I whisper trying to stir his attention away from the needy photographers. I want to get out of here. The room feels like its starting to spin, the flashes feeling like blurs. I don’t know what’s happening, I feel the same feeling that I felt back when I was sick, the feeling I felt before I ended up in the hospital but I can’t quite pin down what the feeling is. Maybe it’s just the flashes playing with my eyes and mind, I don’t know. All I know is this feeling is not a great feeling. It’s not a distinct feeling, it isn’t distinct like the feeling of puking, or the feeling of being weak, cold, and what not. It’s a mixture of different feelings. My eyes feels like they want to shut, as if I’m sleep deprived, my legs feel like I’ve been standing for hours on end, my hands sweaty, my head heavy, and my body doing its own thing, kinda rocking a little; as if I’m on a boat. I pull away from Harry, I take a step towards the table that was behind us. I lean my elbows on it bowing my head down, I feel as if my knees will give way any time now. Harry feels so far away from me, I just want to lay down and sleep. My heart feels like it’s pounding when it has no reason to, not like I have run a marathon. “Harry?” I mumble to myself, not sure on where he is, although I took a few steps away from him, it feels like miles between us. Trust him to be miles away, then again it isn’t like I can expect him to be my little savior, we all know he won’t do anything in front of the cameras but pose.