I listened to Little Mix’s Secret Love Song and I really wanted to incorporate it in this one shot.. So why the fuck not.
cross one another from across the red carpet, a small smile making its way onto
my lips but vanishes instantly when I receive none in return, Harry turning his
head without a second glance, grinning at the blonde woman who sticks a
microphone underneath his nose. I feel Sally squeeze my elbow as if to tell me
she’s sorry for me, but she doesn’t know how much it stings, although I know we
have to be this way. We should already be glad we received an invitation of the
release party of ‘Made in the A.M.’, although I really do believe it is because
of Sally and her friendship with Niall. And I truly believe that because of
Sally and Niall, One Direction asked us to sing a song on their party, along
with lots of other new up and coming bands that resided in London at the
you’ll be with him.” Sally whispers in my ear and I want to visibly cringe at
her words, although I know I shouldn’t, so I put on my best fake smile for the
cameras in front of me and pose with my three other bandmates, smiling and
laughing at the little jokes the journalists make. I answer a few questions
about how much we enjoy being in London, and being here, invited by one of the biggest bands to exist in this era, as
well as some personal questions about stuff they had seen me do around London.
I only like to walk around and explore, it’s not like I actually do exciting
things that would be nice for the paparazzi’s paycheck. They just make up
exciting things and the only thing I had done was pet a dog that ran towards me
that one time. But if they want to help our careers by speaking good of me, let
“I wish you
a lovely night Y/n. Wonderful dress you’re wearing.” I nod my head and thank
the woman from some gossip channel, my arm linking with Sally’s to pull her
away from the cameras and into the venue unnoticed. “I can’t do this.” I murmur
as soon as we are out of sight, my fingers almost crushing her frail hand as I
try to let all my anger and sorrow out through the squeezing.
“Auw, let go Y/n. I understand this sucks but you were the one that didn’t want
your relationship plastered all over the media. Plus, you’ll see him at his
“And now I
want it plastered.” I huff, crossing my arms over my chest and Sally raises her
eyebrows in an amused manner, a deep, realizing sigh leaving my lips as I
uncross my arms again, letting them drop next to my body. “No, I don’t want
that.” Sally nods her head as both her hands rub over the exposed flesh of my
upper arms, my hands rubbing together nervously.
“I just want to shout it from the rooftops so I can smile at and kiss him
whenever the fuck I want.” I breathe as I rest my flat hand against my
forehead, closing my eyes briefly as I try to drum out all of the loud chatter
around me, the music already blasting inside.
alright?” Lena walks around the corner and flies towards us when she spots both
Sally and I, her arm draped around my shoulder, Anne following Lena suit after.
I shrug my shoulders. I knew it would be like this, the only thing Harry and I
could exchange in public were praises of each other’s work, or the simple
conversation you would have to have to thank the host for inviting you to their
release party. “I knew, but it still stings.”
it hurts Harry too, Y/n.” Anne smiles sympathetically my way, all three girls
engulfing me in a tight hug, an immediate smiles making its way onto my lips. “I
am very lucky to have you as my mates. Let’s just enjoy the evening, mingling.”
I curl my arm around Sally’s again, hoping she’d stay close to my side so I
would actually enjoy myself tonight.
is packed with people, most of them famous in one way or another, others family
members of the boys or close friends. I recognize some of the people here, but
nowhere nearly all. “What time did they want us to perform?” I whisper to Sally
as she takes two glasses of champagne from the waiter, myself smiling at the
man gratefully as I grasp one of the glasses and take an immediate sip. “In an
hour. We have half an hour to mingle now. Anyone you want to see?”
“No one I’m
allowed to speak to..” I trail off, my eyes catching Harry talking to a
beautiful brunette, the glass still resting against my lips, fingers clenching
the stem of the glass as I see him laugh at something she had said. “Jealousy
doesn’t match your dress.” Sally chuckles as she turns us around, searching for
someone to talk to so I’d stop staring at my
boyfriend from afar.
“Every color goes with black, Sal.” I roll my eyes as she pulls me towards
Niall who is speaking to Liam, both of them laughing at something Niall had
Liam! Lovely to see you.” Sally greets both males and I just smile, giving the
appropriate kisses on the cheeks of both boys before I step back again. “Thank
you for this opportunity, boys.” I state. I am truly grateful that they want
us, who are far from worldly famous like 1D, and are helping us to obtain more
fans across the globe. “We should be thanking you.” Liam states seriously, and
I immediately furrow my eyebrows as I stare at him. Niall and Sally are
laughing besides me, Niall always tells the most disgusting jokes which are to
you have to thank me? I haven’t done anything.” I set my empty glass on the
platter of a waiter passing by, declining when he offers me another one. “You
changed Harry, so that’s why I’m thanking you.” Liam smiles sweetly, almost as
if he expects me to get it sooner or later what he is talking about. I nod my
head, squeezing his biceps before Lena and Anne appear behind us, reminding us
we have to preform soon. “You’ll have to excuse us.” Sally grins guiltily and
Niall nods his head. “Of course, of course. Go kill it up there.”
be a problem, Y/n’s writing goes through marrow and bone. The best song she’s
ever written.” Sally praises me and I can feel that awkward smile on my lips as
I scratch my neck.
“All great songs come from the heart.” Liam nods his head as if he knows how I
feel. Sometimes I don’t get Liam. He is always so vague when he speaks to me,
but I’m sure he knows way more than he lets on. That’s kind of why I like him
We get the
proper introductions from some guy I know by face, but you’ll have to kill me
to get his name out of me. We thank him sweetly, taking our places on stage as
the lights dim and the music starts. The first spot lands on Sally, since she
starts the song and her eyes close as she focuses on the words that she knows
mean the world to me. When you hold me in the street, and you
kiss me on the dancefloor
For a split
second I am petrified as my spot flicks on, the bright light blinding me from
the room but with an unnoticeable shake of my head I raise the microphone to my
lips and for the rest of the song, it’s my heart that’s singing and not my
I wish that it could be like that
Why can’t it be like that?
‘Cause I’m yours
We keep behind closed doors
Every time I see you, I die a little more
Stolen moments that we steal as the curtain falls
It’ll never be enough
My eyes are
closed during most of the performance, only opening when I know I have to walk
around on the stage towards my band mates, Sally granting me with a nod when we
near the end and our voices chime together through the large venue like a
Why can’t I say that I’m in love?
I wanna shout it from the rooftops
I wish that it could be like that
Why can’t we be like that? Cause I’m yours
a step back and leaves me to end the song, my voice cracking as I sing the last
Why can’t we be like that?
Wish we could be like that
fills the venue and I grin at my friends, Lena winking at me as we make our way
off stage. “The most emotional and best
performance we have ever given, kudos to us!” Anne weaves her arms around Lena’s
and my neck, hauling both of us into her chest as we gibber like teenagers.
“I could use an ice cold cocktail right now.” Sally sing-songs, and we all
cheer at her words as we walk across the room to the bar. I’m stopped in my
tracks by James Corben, who is almost dancing on his spot while he grins at me,
which draws a genuine smile from my lips as well.
James Corben, such a pleasure to meet you. I’m a huge fan!” James steps completely
in front of me, stealing me away from the girls and I nod my head, telling them
to go ahead and I’ll catch up with them later. “Oh no, my pleasure! I am
addicted to your carpool karaoke.” I giggle, a hand in front of my mouth as
James’ eyes twinkle at my compliment.
even sweeter than I imagined. And that voice of yours..” James pretends to fan
his face and I snort, my eyes widening as I cover my mouth with both hands
before James and I both fall into a fit of chuckles. James takes two glasses of
champagne off of a waiter that’s passing by, handing me one and I nod my head
as a silent thank you. My eyes wander over to Harry again and I think he caught
me staring, because James clicks his tongue against his mouth. “Sadly he’s
“Oh, is he?”
I ask as I keep my gaze on Harry for a second longer before redirecting myself
back to the conversation I was having.
““Apparently Harry has a new mysterious
girlfriend. She makes him very happy.” He states with a lazy smile, clinking
his glass with mine and I try to appear surprised, as if I hear this news for
the first time in my life. “Oh really?” I take a sip off of the glass of
champagne, eyes glued to James face as he grins brightly. “Harry was so lonely,
like there was no life left in him.”
I furrow my
eyebrows, I never heard anything about Harry being lonely. Was he still lonely?
“That seems, somber. Why is that?” James’ hand lands on my curve of my back,
steering me away from the middle of the room to one of the tables provided at
the side so we could sit down for a minute. I was eternally grateful because my
feet are killing me right now.
“Everything he does appears in the media. Before he can even start a proper
relationship, paparazzi ruin it or link him to another woman, ending the
relationship before it started.” James shakes his head in a dismissive manner
and my heart aches for Harry, I would never understand how that must feel.
sounds horrific. I feel sorry for him.” I frown, setting my glass down as I
cross my legs over one another, resting my hands on my knee. James smiles
again, pursing his lips, taking a sip before he speaks again. “That’s the
point. Since he met this new girl, he’s full of life again, energetic, just
overall happy. I’m one hundred percent sure he isn’t lonely anymore, which is
marvelous. It’s just sad he has to keep it hidden.” Did Liam mean this when he
thanked me earlier in the evening? Did he know about Harry being lonely as
“I’m sure there’s a very good reason he doesn’t want the girl to meet his more famous mates, no?” I question, feeling
rather weird about talking about myself to someone who Harry considers a close
reminds me of him. Those stolen moments when the curtains drop, as you sing,
will never be enough. It kills him that he can’t share his love with his fans
or friends, just because of his status.” James shakes his head again and I don’t
know if he notices, but he makes my heart ache more and more for Harry with
every word that leaves his lips. “I know how he feels then.” I chuckle dryly,
everyone in the room knew from the announcement of the song that I had written
it with help from Sally.
an amazing woman like you has to bat the men away from her.” James laughs
heartily as his hand rests on my wrist, giving it a tiny squeeze before he
grasps his drink again. I laugh along with him, squeezing my eyes shut and
shaking my head at his words. Our laughter is cut short though when a certain
person makes an appearance, his hand landing on James’ back as his eyes flicker
to me for a split second. “It seems really
fun here. Hi James.” Harry nods his head towards James and he slaps Harry’s
chest lightly, bidding his hello towards my secret boyfriend.
have to meet Y/n. Not only the voice of an angel, but even more charming than
you are.” James winks at me and my eyes widen as the blush creeps onto my
cheeks. We never talked about what we would do if we would supposedly be
introduced to one another. Do I pretend? Or can I say we’ve met before? “So you’re
trying to steal my James away from me huh?” Harry grins and winks at me when James
doesn’t notice, a bright smile etching its way onto my lips as we keep each other’s
would never let my James litter
around like this.” I motion to the man we’re talking about and James gasps,
Harry raising his hand to his chest as he feigns mock hurt.
“Then I guess I’ll have to admit defeat.” Harry bows down for me and I laugh,
hand covering my mouth at his cheekiness while I shake my head. James stands to
his feet, winking once more in my direction. “Harry, I have to go talk to
Cassandra. Haven’t seen her in ages. I’ll see you later.” He pats Harry on the
back and waves towards me before blowing a kiss in my direction.
I raise to
stand on my feet as well, dusting my floor length dress off before I stand to
full height, still a head shorter than Harry. “Thank you for giving us that
“We have to talk about that song tonight Y/n. I have a few questions.” Harry
furrows his eyebrows and I raise my hand to rub over my elbow, trying to avoid
his gaze but it’s no use. I’ll always be drawn to those intense green eyes.
“Go have fun, I’ll see you tonight, right?”
Harry questions as I grasp my glass which I discarded on the table again. I nod
my head and give him the tiniest of smiles, behind him Sally waving and giving
me a thumbs up, a grin breaking out from her stupid behaviour.
course. I’m gonna go to Sally.” I nod my head and am about to pass his when his
large hand cups my upper arm, stopping me right beside him to he can whisper
into my ear.
“I’m yours.” A shiver runs up my spine at the words, as if confirming what I
had sang earlier goes for him as well. I smile, every fiber in my body
screaming to kiss him but I refrain, I wouldn’t want anyone to know it after
trying my best for the past four months to keep it hidden.
“You already know how I feel, H.” I wink at him and he lets go of me, a bright
smile on his lips, dimples popping as I slowly walk over to my friends who are
staring at me with the most stupid grins on their faces.
The Nightmare Before Christmas Facts:
The most difficult shot was opening a door because of the filmmakers’ dedication to be as true to shooting like live-action as possible, one Nightmare Before Christmas
shot proved especially challenging. When Jack discovers the part of the
forest with pathways to other holiday worlds, he looks longingly at the
Christmas tree door. A close-up
of its shiny golden knob reflects this mournful skeleton as well as the
trees behind him as he advances to open it. Getting the reflection just
right took a great deal of time, care, and attention.
If this has been asked before, I'm sorry, but - what would you say are the biggest cloches in the magical girl genre? Could you please give some examples?
Well if we define a “cloche” as a bell not just a trope but a tired and overused trope, then my picks for the biggest cloches of the genre would be:
Clark Kenting — when a character’s MG form looks the same as her civilian, and no one notices. I understand that it makes less work for the character designers, and in a show with a lot of MG characters, it can makes things look less cluttered. It’s still stupid.
Heroines wearing PIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINK! End pink’s tyrannical stranglehold on girls’ media! An especially weird cloche because none of the four pioneers of Magical-Girl-land (Sally, Akko, Cutey Honey, and Sailor Moon) wore pink.
The dumbass heroine: The girl who has no smarts, talents, skills, or redeeming qualities except for her pure and loving heart. Let’s put her in charge of saving the world! This cloche is especially grating because it’s meant to be self-insert wish fulfillment for the shojo viewership, much like Bella Swan in Twilol. This character type also shows up a lot in moe, but annoys me less because it’s providing simple wank fodder instead of directly insulting the audience.
Collect all the things. This one only annoys me when it’s used lazily. A MacGuffin hunt can work if the hunt has a deep personal meaning for the heroine (Princess Tutu) or if the MacGuffins have a practical use (Cardcaptor Sakura, Heartcatch Precure) or if the method used to acquire them raises interesting ethical dilemmas (Sugar Sugar Rune, PMMM), but a lot of shows seem to use it purely because they can’t think of any other way to drive the plot.
Explorers are quick to claim the places they find, but they don’t create the lands they raise flags on. Perhaps all writers are nothing more than subconscious explorers, sailing across a sea of other worlds, and you’re just the first to discover ours.
The Land of Stories: An Author’s Odyssey by Chris Colfer