she is ruining my life dude

Stuff My Dad Said During Hamilton (Act 2)
  • What'd I Miss: This guy sounds like a pompous asshole.
  • Cabinet Battle #1: That's that line you like. The shoe fitting one. You've said that too much...
  • Take A Break: Where's the third sister? Did she die? Is she okay?
  • Say No To This: ...damn...just...damn...
  • The Room Where It Happens: I want to feel bad for Burr but he's reminding me of those 'try too hard' kids. Like you.
  • Schuyler Defeated: I knew he was gonna turn into a huge dick.
  • Cabinet Battle #2: He sounds like you did in kindergarten. "He was my friend first!" I think you said that word for word.
  • Washington On Your Side: LANGUAGE!
  • One Last Time: If only he had known what was going to happen to our country...
  • I Know Him: And here comes the other George.
  • The Adams Administration: Spiteful little dude...
  • We Know: Snitches get stitches.
  • Hurricane: This guy's life kinda sucks...
  • The Reynolds Pamphlet: No one ruining your life? Don't worry! Ruin your own...apparently.
  • Burn: If only she had actually burned him. Like. Revenge bitch.
  • Blow Us All Away: Oh yeah mini Hamiltons.
  • Stay Alive (Reprise): Does...Does everyone die? (Me: Eventually) Okay there's no need for smart ass comments.
  • It's Quiet Uptown: I'm now in like...a state of hurt and anger and...how?
  • Election Of 1800: That first note actually scared me...
  • Your Obedient Servant: Hamilton's disrespect? Doesn't Burr call his mom a whore every five songs?
  • Best Of Wives And Best Of Women: I've never been more emotionally hurt by a musical...
  • The World Was Wide Enough: Ah yes. I shall call this Act, "Stab You In The Heart Repeatedly".
  • Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story: ...who the fuck is telling Peggy's story?
Squad Dad Azriel Headcanon

If it took Mor 400 years to convince Azriel to come out to Rita’s with the Inner Circle, what was he doing before?

Bc it’s super sad to picture him just sitting at the House of Wind, all alone, going through Spy Reports or something, but also was he the Squad Dad? Like, waiting up for everyone and tucking them into bed and leaving water and idk fae aspirin on the nightstands? 

Just imagine

  • Azriel helping Rhys stumble to bed while he’s singing something unintelligible and low-key thinks he’s still out at Rita’s
  • Azriel dragging Cassian to bed while he’s wide awake and bouncing off the walls (bc we all know Cassian doesn’t drink, like, “manly” drinks, but the super sugary fruity ones with cherries and little umbrellas), knowing that the energy crash is coming and–whomp, there it is, Cassian’s collapsed in the hallway and Squad Dad Azriel has to drag the drunk, unconscious labrador up into his bed 
  • Azriel helping Mor get out of her shoes and checking on her later, making sure she has water and fae aspirin and that the curtains are drawn so the morning sun doesn’t wake her up too harshly (but we know he full on takes the curtains off the windows in Rhys’ room, just for shits and gigs)
  • And somehow, every time, Amren is already in her room by the time he’s finished with the others? Like, he knocks and pokes his head in and asks if she needs anything, and ofc she’s not hammered so she lets him in and gossips about their whole night even though she saw his shadows lingering at Rita’s so she knows he saw some of it, but i just need more AzxAmren brotp in my life so let’s pretend that she did it to make sure he felt included until he was ready to join them okay 

Just Squad Dad Azriel, my dudes. Squad Dad Azriel.

Tell him!

Originally posted by bellamyblake-imagine


Hi! I would like to request a bellamy image: Bell and reader are rly close & reader takes all her courage and tells him about her feelings but he rejects her and she runs off crying. later he starts to worry bc she isnt back yet and he goes out to search for her. He finds her then and apologizes and stuff bc he feels the same but thought that he doesn’t deserve her. fluff pls! thanks! ❤

I loved this!

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anonymous asked:

this is like rlly random but like. I remember eh was how I first got into marina bc I wasn't listening to music much when tfj came out so I'm always gonna be kinda fond of it yknow but I'm still so sad that ppl can't appreciate froot??? like damn froot saved my life ruin was such a BOP why was everyone sleeping on that damn album when it was so good?? I'm suffering my dude

IM ABT TO RANT

yeah EH used to be my fave for nostalgic reasons (but now its tfj obviously)

from what i hear ppl loved ‘im a ruin’ and were disappointed by froot. i recall some1 tweeting at her that “she let us down when the dropped the whole album” like…for fucks sake if u don’t like froot fine??!!?! don’t be loud and rude abt it (in fact i had a whole rant abt that) this is probably one reason why she doesnt interact with us much anymore lmao

like gdi shes supposed to do smth different every era, and since EH literally invented tumblr aesthetic, anything she’d done would have disappointed the majority of fans. it just irritates me that most ppl ignore the other two albums bc of the relatable themes on EH

im still not in the froot era of my life (im probably permanently in tfj era honestly) but u have to appreciate the beautiful lyrics in froot and be proud she’s gotten this far??? instead of wishing for EH 2.0 holy fucking shit

p.s. as much as i harp on EH i still rly love it i promise

TANGENT ALERT

So my ex-bestfriend ( @daehdream ) is probably the rudest chic I know. She knows that i’m an alpha female, ms- independent, artsy and super smart… But she loves to humble me with Yongguk and the WORST part is that Tumblr provides her with GIFs… that are meant to RUIN me… like this GIF of Yongguk just being the most adorable, friendly, sexy dude in all of KPop… I cant take it… Why is she so RUDE? I didnt ask for this. I just want to be able to go through the work day without being reminded that I’ll never meet such a fine soul… Ok. Thanks for kinda (but not really) listening but sorta allowing me to just YELL on this blogosphere.

This wont happen much because I’m really into just blogging photos, I write elsewhere but I have had ENOUGH! lol. 

cc: @kittykatruin

kellifer-k said: Prompt! Derek is cock!blocking Stiles continually and he assumes Derek is doing it to all the pack because he’s the over-protective alpha but NOPE.  

jerakeenc said: You know what I reeeeeally want? I want a monster-of-the-week fic where it turns out the thing causing trouble all over town is a baby monster, and Derek, after claiming he’s gonna kill it for a million times, adopts it.

HA HA HA so I kind of combined these prompts but then ended up writing something that is kind of these prompts but also not these prompts at all?  I need to stop writing about baby demon animals.  ENJOY.


The first time it happened, Stiles had been legit appreciative of the save, because Tim was kind of a creep and handsy as fuck and Stiles had started wishing he’d brought his bat along, at one point. The second time, okay, Stiles can see that it’d been kind of an emergency, what with the lake monster and all, even though he’d mainly just driven the getaway car, and he couldn’t see why one of the others couldn’t have been just as helpful, but—whatever. It was okay.

The third and fourth times – kind of iffy, on the excuses front, but it was more bemusing than anything, and both dudes had been pretty boring, so he’d take ice cream and coffee with Derek over light chit-chat, especially when half the things Stiles does for a living are, like, supernatural and magical and can’t be talked about in polite company.

The fifth time, Stiles and Livvy were making out like teenagers in his jeep when Derek had knocked on the window and that was—not cool, man. Not cool at all.

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I have to go to bed oh my gosh

But can we just talk about how feyre was all ready to peace the fuck out of spring court and finally leave behind everyone who basically fucked her up but STOPPED AND RISKED HER DAMN LIFE TO SAVE LUCIEN BECAUSE IANTHE WAS FORCING HERSELF ON HIM. LUCIEN THE SAME DUDE WHO DIDN’T HELP FEYRE WHEN SHE NEEDED IT. ALSO FUCK IANTHE. Can we also talk about how great those two trekking across two different courts and almost dying but killing it together and the fact that they are both mated with different people and are 100% platonic with each other and friendship is beautiful. I’m not even that far but I just got to the sad Elain part and I’m already dying.

anonymous asked:

I'm having a really rough day - nothing's going right and I've been on the recovery for my depression for over a year now and all of a sudden I can feel myself slipping and I was wondering if you would write some sterek fluff to cheer me up?

Stiles skids into Love At First Bite and slows to a halt. “Woah, god, I don’t know where to start!”

Allison and Scott follow him in, giggling at each other, Scott’s fingers twirling in Allison’s hair. Stiles rolls his eyes at them fondly and goes back to what’s important here.

The cakes.

He stares up at a four tiered chocolate cake with cascading cream roses trailing down the side. The detail in the roses is incredible and Stiles feels his mouth watering. He wants to know if they taste as sweet as they look—

“Don’t touch that.”

He jumps backwards and almost falls into a brick wall.

“Jeez,” he twists and sees it is not, in fact, a wall, but a ridiculously hot specimen of a man with an angry glare on his face. “Sorry, man, is this one for you?”

The man snorts, folding his arms and inclining his head at the cake. “No, I made that one.”

“Oh my god,” Stiles feels his mouth fall open. “You’re Derek Hale?”

Derek Hale’s ridiculously beautiful eyes narrow suspiciously at him. It’s really not fair. Stiles has been lusting after his cakes for years. Now he knows Derek isn’t some tiny old man with greying hair and spectacles he’s doomed. His dick is doomed. He’s never going to get a more delicious package than Derek Hale plus his cakes. He’s ruined for life.

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anonymous asked:

Idk if you give advice but what I do if i look in my best friend's eyes and all I feel is love all I see the rest of my life when I look into her eyes. And she broke up with her boyfriend but hasn't expressed anything that'd lead me to believe she's into me. I always wanna kiss the shit out of her but I don't wanna ruin our friendship.

dude i know exactly how you feel but i sucked at being in this situation but i guess what i would say to do is just tell her how you feel if she doesn’t feel the same way and she’s really your best friend she won’t let it ruin your friendship. it’s risky but it’s worth it.

So yesterday my bfs close friend (and a friend of mine) and I were just kind of awkwardly standing in my bf room because he told me to ‘show him how clear the projector is on that wall’ then ran to the bathroom for like 10 minutes and literally we just watched random videos from my phone on the wall and there was minimal talking and awkward standing and then as soon as my bf walked back in the room the friend kinda just casually says 'dude she kissed me’ and I just kinda wanted to slap him because how is that funny? Like no one wants to be cheated on but that was literally the whole reason his parents split when he was a child and he has to live with knowing his mom has ruined two marriages by cheating and his brother and sister in law’s marriage is shaky (at best) because she’s been caught cheating multiple times not to mention all the other people in his life who’s marriages have fallen apart over this so it’s kinda a touchy subject so knowing all that why in the fuck would you think that’s a funny joke? Idk I could just be overreacting to this because no one has mentioned this at all and we never talked about it but if it’s bothering me that badly I should probably say something

had our last dnd sesh today………. we finally beat that pos dragon dude shit who’s been fcking us over for so long, but we had to go thru a bajillion levels of a dwarven tower ruin’s basement to get to him. in one part we had to play act a scene of dwarven betrayal (some dwarf made a super magic stone & the other dwarf was like “its too powerful!! destroy it” & killed him), so two of us were the two dudes & the others were like, their npc lackeys. i named my character boytorgle and he had the absolute worst life and spent most of his time crying about having to take care of his mother in law’s cat while she was in the hospital and literally almost every other character in the play was going out with his wife behind his back and it was very sad. we had pizza n chips n oreos n apple thingies n soda, & we played the “duel of fates” theme from star wars for an hour during the final battle and we all kicked a lot of butt. i was given the title “vierke the unpredictable” bc of the number of times i have knocked out my teammates, which was plenty, and i went on to be the strongest warrior ever and sometimes i come back to play strip poker with our manservant dace who is my best friend. good job team we did it

Moon Lover Ep 19

Y'all are flippin’ shit just because Wook had the chance to hug Haesoo in the end of ep 19 when I feel that this hug conpletely symbolizes the end of their connection with one another, especially after Wook said “Forget the past” I felt that he was telling her to forget him…

While here I am completely flippin my shit because of Jimong who told Haesoo that she can’t marry the king in ep 18 and now in ep 19 he was damn subtly telling So to marry Soo because that would be for the better
LIKE WTF DUDE YOU FUCKIN FORBADE HER TO MARRY SO LIKE AN EP AGO AND NOW YOU ARE TELLING SO TO MARRY HER???!!!!!!

I broke down with Woohee’s death but I completely sobbed at Baekah’s memories of her (his grief)…

This damn show ruined my life…

anonymous asked:

what exactly do you like about kingsman other than hartwin?

Nothing. I hate Kingsman. It has SINGLE-HANDEDLY RUINED MY LIFE AND MY SLEEPING SCHEDULE AND MY SANITY AND KEEPS ME IN THIS HARTWIN HELL THAT I HAVE NO CHANCE OF ESCAPING AND I HATE IT MORE THAN I HATE COLIN FIRTH’S FACE I MEAN:

  • hot british dudes in suits
  • fitted suits
  • like FUCKIN HELL THEIR ASSES ARE SO NICE
  • also accents are pretty swell
  • SAMUEL L JACKSON
  • COLIN FIRTH
  • newcomer and heartbreaker TARON FUCKIN EGERTON
  • hot and TALENTED WOMEN PLAYING hot and KICK ASS WOMEN
  • fucking double amputee has blades for legs and fuckin kills it
  • like literally she kills people
  • with her sword legs
  • Did i mention the hot british guys with accents?
  • also they SHOOT THINGS with GUNS
  • DID YOU KNOW YOU CAN BEAT PEOPLE UP WITH AN UMBRELLA
  • colin firth did 80% of his own stunts i am AROUSED
  • also just colin firth 
  • and mark strong
  • TELL HIM IN HIS EAR
  • eggsy and harry are fuckin i have decreed it it is trueeeeeee
  • SUITS did i already mention that
  • THE FUCKING CHURCH SCENE
  • HAIL SATAN
  • FREEEEEEEE BIRDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD
  • I’D RATHER BE WITH HARRY THANKS
  • have u ever seen coordinated fireworks come out of people’s heads
  • BECAUSE I DID
  • IT WAS GREAT
  • JB THE PUG
  • pugssssssssss
  • PUPPIESSSSS
  • roxy is a badass in outer space
  • EVERY BAR SCENE ever
  • so many bar scene
  • TWO FOR THE PRICE OF ONE GALAHAD
  • THE GREATEST CAST TO EVER CAST
  • alfred was a bad guy
  • nicky fury was a bad guy
  • THE PRESS INTERVIEWS
  • firtherton fuckin
  • NO CHILL EGERTON
  • AND WE CAN’T FORGET

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Storm of life

This is the third chapter. I think it’s relatively longer than the first two. I really hope you enjoy this. Thanks for the positive comments on the previous chapters, I’ve made sure I read all of your messages to Kristina. While reading this, I was listening to Camila’s “De mi”. Just saying. Enjoy it guys


He sat by her doorway, as Taylor refused to open the door despite his knocking and begging. The sheets of rain kept falling viciously on his drained body, but he didn’t seem to mind. Adam couldn’t move, he couldn’t bring himself on his feet and find shelter. But most importantly, he couldn’t leave. Usually, stormy nights are full of panic and fright. But, to him, that stormy night was full of self destruction.

The streams of tears falling down his cheeks were in sync with the sheets of rains falling on him. After months of pretending he was fine and over it, that night his feelings had gotten very overwhelming, he could no longer control them. A series of flashbacks would come back in high tides, and he was not sure whether it was the sound of his heart being shattered in pieces, or the loud cracking sound of the thunder that was shaking him up. He closed his eyes tight and the flashback began…

A knock on the studio door, distracted him from work. And a huge smile appeared on his face when he saw her walk in. “Hello baby,” Taylor said in that soft, smothering voice of hers as she walked beside him, planting a gentle kiss on his lips. She was wearing a beautiful jumpsuit, showing just the right amount of skin on her chest and the locket. She was wearing the locket he gave him.

“Hey babe, you look beautiful”  he pulled her in, making her sit on his lap. Adam couldn’t take his eyes off of her. Certainly, couldn’t keep his hands to himself either. Her cherry red lipstick made her lips look so irresistible to him.

Taylor looked into his eyes, blushing. “Oh Adam, come on” she looked away, smiling big. He had that effect on her. Maybe it was because she felt sincerity in his words, or maybe because nobody had made her feel this way before. Before the things would get too intense, she got out her phone in order to show him a few photos.

“I mean it, kitten.” He was whispering as he leaned his face down on the crock of her neck kissing gently.

That caused her to bite her lip, she most definitely had seen this coming. Taylor tried to play it cool, looking back at him raising her eyebrow. “Wiles, focus here. I’m trying to show you a few things.” While she was going through kid’s nursing rooms. “I’ll have dinner tonight with two of my house designers friends, who are gonna help us decorate boo’s room and the house we just bought, baby” she explained.

But he wasn’t man to give up easily. “Are you sure you can’t have this meeting some other night?” gripping on her thigh, he went on kissing on her neck.

The passion was building up as Taylor unwillingly fluttered her eyes shut and tilted her head to the side allowing him more space, and took her hand back on his hair, biting her lip harder than before. “Mm…I mean…um…if you’ll help me dress up this time, I might as well find an excuse for getting late”

“I give you my word I will help you, kitten” running his fingers through her hair, he brought her face near his as he attacked her lips passionately, to which she replied with the same passion and intensity.

Lightning flashed across the sky. He covered his face with his hands. Not because the light was too much, but because he could no longer hold in his suppressed sadness and desperation and it was flowing out of him. The demons on his head, raging and taking over. He stopped taking in, he would just exhale devastation. The high tide brought to surface all the words they yelled so loud, but meant so little.

A knock on her door. Music being played inside, he knew she was there. He knocked again. She was mad, he knew it. He wanted to be there, he wished she knew that. . She was ignoring him, despite knowing he hated that. This time he banged on her door .At last, she got it. Holding a glass of wine, she hadn’t taken her dress still off. Adam could tell she was tipsy, again tonight. But clearly not by the wine on her glass, the sorrow in her heart instead.

“Oh, look who’s here. My boyfriend. My amazing boyfriend, Adam” in her most sarcastic tone, Taylor said as he walked in. “You’re a bit late though, baby. The show is already over.”

“Why weren’t you getting the door? And stop fucking drinking” he took the glass away from her hands and put it on the table.

“Are we gonna have a fight about this now, baby? I mean because of course me not getting the door on time for your majesty is reason enough for us to fight, but you not appearing on the most important night of my life isn’t. Sure. Logic” he could tell the deep sadness in her voice, sadness she tried to hide through her sarcasm. It was her self defense mechanism.

“No Taylor, we’re not gonna fight about this. I was just asking.” Adam walked to her, gently rubbing her back. “Babe, you know I’m the proudest of you but I don’t like putting my relationship on full display like that. Taylor, all attention would be on us. You deserved your job only to be talked about tonight.”

She walked away from him. Tears building up, as she was shaking her head in disbelief. “Sure. Sure. You’re so great with justifying yourself, finding the perfect excuses.” Turning around and meeting his gaze, she took a deep breath as the words sounded more mad than she expected them to, but that didn’t stop her. “I wasn’t asking you to walk the red carpet with me. I was just asking you to be there, with me. With my family. It wasn’t aired on TV, we wouldn’t have cameras blasted on our faces recording every second and over analyzing every movement. I just need you there. Okay, I got it why you wouldn’t come at the Met gala with me. But tonight? Adam tonight I needed you there.”

“Well, what do you want me to say Taylor? This is who I am. I mixed up my professional and personal life once and it ended being the worst mistake of my entire life. I don’t want it to happen again.” He was sorry. Deep down he knew the reason why he didn’t go were their problems. He knew he wasn’t good at faking smiles. But he was happy for her. He loved her. He really did.

“Do you even hear what I’m saying? I just wanted you there. I wasn’t asking you to get on stage with me, to present me with the award or walk the red carpet. I just needed you by my side on the biggest night of my career. You can’t bring up your past mistakes Adam because I put aside all of my fears and doubts aside for you. ” tension was building up, you could tell that by how harsh and cold her voice has turned.

“I don’t understand the reason of this whole fight now, okay? You’re turning this bigger than it is. Why don’t we talk about how you always want things to happen your way? You didn’t want me at the Grammy’s with you because you had already asked Selena to be your date. You were fine when I told you I wouldn’t come with you in NY for Met gala and when you came back..oh baby, when you came back you couldn’t care less I hadn’t been with you”

“Because I understood when you said fashion isn’t your thing but…”

He interrupted her, with dark empty eyes he was looking right back into hers “No. Because you had gotten your revenge then. I didn’t come to NY with you and you fucking spend the night grinding away with that dude and made sure your friends were recording, or isn’t it so, Taylor?”

“You’re never going to let that go, are you? Like fuck Adam, FUCK,” she screamed bloody murder at him “This was supposed to be the fucking happiest night on my life and you made sure every minute of it would be ruined. Just stop okay? If you’re here to fight, just fuck off. Take all of your things and get out of here.” She turned her back on him, walking towards her stairs. She wouldn’t give him the pleasure of seeing her vulnerable and crying, as she made sure wiping every tear away from her cheeks.

“Oh yeah, I forgot what was next. You playing the victim. For fucks sake, Taylor, time to build a fucking bridge and grow the fuck up” he wasn’t having any of it anymore.

“Fuck you” she yelled on top of the stairs and threw her shoe at him, but missed . Instead , it hit the frame on the wall. ‘You’ve successfully buried yourself inside my head’ was the last thing he read before the frame fell on the floor. The sound of the glass crashing and getting shattered into thousands of pieces filled the room, as she was saw him opening the door to leave brought her to her knees. She sat on the last stair, crying, sobbing out her fear of being left alone, defeated, heart wrecked, she begged him to stay “Stay…please”

He hated watching her cry. Fuck, he hated knowing he was the reason she was crying. Something would break inside of him every time he’d see her sad and crying. He couldn’t leave. He couldn’t turn his back on her and leave. He closed the door, turned around and started walking towards her, up the stairs. She was holding her head on her hands and as much as she tried to hold it in, she failed. Silent tears streaming down her cheeks, within each tear he’d find himself drowning.

He sat down with her, wrapping his strong arms around her in a warm, gentle hug. As he rested his head on hers, pulling her in closer, she melted in his arms, burying her face in his neck. He hated himself for hurting her, but she could shake him up like one another. They stayed like that for a few good minutes, taking one another’s scents in. God, she loved that. She loved him. Her mouth would yell the harshest lies, but her tongue would scream the longing for tasting his again. She just needed to feel his love. She needed to know nothing had changed. She needed him to make love to her, with the same insatiable passion and anger he opened the door to leave. She wanted to feel the reason why he stayed.

Running his fingers through her hair, he planted a kiss on her cheek. “I’m sorry” he said as he looked into her broken eyes, realizing he’d rather apologize than lose her. He could no longer control his hands, as they started grazing through her body while his lips attacked hers feeling them tremble in his burning passion. Her mind melted, her soul was screaming trust, her body was submitting to him, as she lets out a deep, sincere moan “I need you, Adam”.

That’s all it took for him to take her in his arms, own her. Have her. Make love to her over and over again. It was in cases like this where he understood that to love means to be vulnerable. He never dared to give that much of himself to anyone, but he loved her. Loved her beyond logic and reason, beyond limits and mistakes. He loved her, despite he hated being vulnerable. Times like these when their bodies did all the talking, he felt strong in his vulnerability.

Adam couldn’t feel his body. The numbness was intense enough to have become painful. He was cold and soaking wet. His jeans were clinging to his skin in all the wrong places, and his button down shirt was dripping with extra weight he didn’t need right now. He had toed off his shoes and socks at some point after he had been left alone, but as his feet scrabbled and occasionally brushed against the concrete floor he found himself questioning the logic of that choice. He was trying to control the trembling from the cold. Although his immune system was strong enough to fight diseases, he knew he wouldn’t get out of this lightly. He didn’t know what time was it, but he knew he had stayed there for a few good hours. “She hates storms..she…she’d afraid of loud thunders, - raising his voice in hopes she’d hear through the wind howling – but I’m here baby….I’m….here”. Pieces of broken flashbacks took over, as he couldn’t bring himself to leave.

“I love you” she swore, looking deep into his eyes.

“Forever” he promised, locking their gazes.

-

“I’m sorry.” she said, walking out of his house for the last time.

“It’s okay, I knew this would be over soon.” Holding himself together, daringly meeting her gaze.

-

“How are you?” a cold text, he had received that Monday morning.

“As if you fucking care” he replied back, in the afternoon despite having read it minutes after he got it.

-

“What did you do that? You know all of my fears and insecurities” she was yelling on the other side of the phone.

“You know what? Fuck you and your fears and insecurities. Just go fuck yourself” he hung up on her, throwing his phone away.

He could feel his body temperature rise up, his body started shutting down. A couple of tears streamed down his cheeks, he couldn’t understand why was his heart still aching now? His weary soul had finally laid his armor down and he felt himself resting.

*

“Oh my god, Adam” She couldn’t believe her eyes, running to him. He was sat there, back against the walls, his long legs outstretched, head tilted to the side. “He didn’t leave. He stayed.” Caressing his cheek, she could feel them sizzling hot. Looking back at  her bodyguard “Brandon, please send one of the boys to buy 2 packs of Tylenol. Please hurry”

Gently stroking his cheeks, she could feel his beard brush against her palms. From this close, she could notice the freckles on his nose. His dirty blonde hair falling on his forehead, were wet making it appear darker. “Adam…Adam wake up” she spoke softly. “Ba…umm…Adam” she tried again, planting a gently kiss of his cheek. His eyelids fluttered weakly , unable to open fully in his continued struggle to awaken. But he kept trying to force his eyes open. After opening them halfway, he met her gaze. He didn’t know if he were dreaming,but those dreamy blue like the beautiful still ocean after a raging storm eyes made him warm, made him feel home again where everything is quaint. “Taylor..” he reached out, caressing her cheek smiling at her, brushing his thumb off her bottom lip.

God, how much she loved when his bright evergreen forest green eyes would stare deep into hers, lovingly. She had missed his touch, these morning sleep soaked eyes, that dream drenched voice. She tried to fight it hard, but she loved this man. She came to realization that she never stopped loving him. “Adam, - smiling at him -…you’re soaking wet. And you have temperature. Please get up and come inside. I’ll prepare a nice warm tea and soup, one of the guys went to buy the medication. Can you get up or should I call Brandon?”

He looked around. His face was burning hot, his body too but his soaking wet clothes, had made him stiff and his muscles sore. He hadn’t moved at all, his entire body was numb. Trying to remember what exactly had happened last night, running his finger through his hair. “I spend the night outside because you…-looked at her, almost accusing her through his eyes – you didn’t let me in.”

“No, no. I thought you had left. I..i just couldn’t talk or think straight last night, Adam and I hadn’t noticed the storm coming and I thought you had left. I swear, if I had known you were sat here, I would of let you in” it sounded like an excuse but it really wasn’t. He would always leave, she thought it was the case this time too.

He stood up. Under other circumstances, he wouldn’t be able to but now, when everything was getting clearer and anger was building up, he did stand up. Looking at her with his eyebrows together “I banged on your door. Storm started just a few minutes after you shut the door to my face, and I kept banging.”

“No, I swear I just…look, I’m really sorry. Please come in, I’ll take care of you. Look…” you could see guilt and regret in her eyes, truthfulness in her voice and vulnerability in her gaze.

If god were real, he would swear he put them all of the stars in her eyes. That’s how bright they were shining in sincerity, warming him up everything inside of him. But, in that exact moment, he couldn’t control his sharp tongue. “I can take care of myself, Taylor. Just like I always did.”

That felt like a knife twisted right in her heart. She knew what he meant. He would never forgive her for letting him all alone, after the accident. She went to see him 2 days later, but it wasn’t because her love had faded. It was because of that text. “I…” no, right now isn’t the right time to bring that up Taylor, he’s tired – she thought. “Um…don’t – go, she wanted to beg him to stay. Instead she said – Adam, don’t be stubborn. Please come in. You can’t even drive, you’re barely standing. Look, just have a bath and I’ll prepare you a soap and then you can leave. Please”.

He was too stubborn to pay attention to what she was saying. It was the second time he needed her, vulnerably needed her and he knew she’d take advantage of that. It was the second time she had left him alone. Well, this time around he didn’t want her to take care of her. She shut the door in his face, when he made another step toward reconciliation, but she had chosen her pride. Shaking his head, he was now walking towards the front gate.

“Adam..no please, just…” now she understood how much it hurts. How much it hurts watching someone leave. How much it hurts holding words in. She understood now that hate isn’t the opposite of love, indifference is. His words would kill her, but the sight of his back walking away was cutting her open. And it hit her hard, it was now or never.

“Okay. You want the truth? You’ll have it. Truth is I fucked up. I hurt you and I killed myself, and I fucked up. Yes, I danced with Tom that night because I was mad you didn’t come and I knew you’d find out and I knew you’d hate it. Yes, I drank my pain away and kept dancing with him and each time he’d pull me in, I was disgusted with myself. Because I wanted your hand on me, I wanted your arms around me. But I didn’t stop because I knew it’d make your blood boil and set every since cell of your body on fire. Truth is, I lost myself when I lost our baby. The emptiness clawed from the inside of my chest, destroying everything I was made of. I figured, there is no pain like the pain of what could have been’s. The what if’s hunting me down. The distance between us grew bigger, I felt like our love had died with our baby. I tried filling in that emptiness, but I wanted to hurt you too. You always stood tall and strong and I hated that because I was breaking in front of you. I…”

“I love you”

That’s all he said. It moved something in her. Actually no, it moved everything in her. It was a feeling she had never experienced, this relationship had brought many first’s in her life and there goes another one. She was born searching for a great love, she swore she would never settle for anything less than extraordinary yet she was terrified of it’s power. This love gave her so much and took it all away in an instant. Fear, pride always stopped her. But, this was the wrong time to let those three important words slip by.

“I love you too”

It was as if every cell in him could feel it. And as for all the new cells being born, they come into this world knowing that they, too, have a love oh so great. And it terrified him. Loving her that much terrified him. He couldn’t even look at her and tell her all those beautiful words his heart was screaming in the loudest silence. All he needed to say were words that start fire in their hearts, the kind of fires that kill. He felt the tears coming, yet the fire wasn’t slowing down from raging.

“I love you, but…”

His answer sharp as a knife. Her heart dropped to her stomach. Her brain knew, but her heart wasn’t ready. But he couldn’t hold back the words anymore. This time he couldn’t yell loud enough to mask the sound of his crackling heart.  It was time to use all the matches, and set them on fire for the last time. After all, always something greater comes from the ashes .

sonntag-me-in  asked:

Hi could you maybe write a fic for me where Jeremy and Matt are dating before they're hired at AH and the other workers slowly find out (either they're seen kissing or holding hands or just stare at each other for too long). I'd love you if you did

Pairing: JereMatt

Notes: I hope you enjoy this! I’m not very familiar with the pairing and i know it took me forever to write this for you which I am really super sorry about! So yeah, here is some jerematt with literally none of the main AH guys bc who wants those lames when we could have the lovely lets build team + caleb?

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Drunk Confessions Pt 7

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8

 

Your POV

You wake up to the sound of the doorbell. You don’t see Derek around so you decide to answer it. You look at the clock and see its 9am. Who would be here this early? You open it and see your brother. He rudely pushes past you. “Where is he?” he says searching around the house. “Where is who?” you say pissed off. You didn’t like how he was acting like that around you. “Your disgusting ass boyfriend.” He screamed at you. You were taken off guard. What is his problem? Is he really acting like this again? “Nate is this some kind of joke? I have enough to worry about right now can you quit being so damn childish!” You yell back. He pulls out his phone and shoves it in your face. “Explain this? You think I wouldn’t find out. He’s ruining you y/n” You see the pictures of you and Derek from yesterday. Where did these come from? You see he doesn’t have the number in his phone. It must be from the person whose stalking you. You start getting creeped out. Why was someone trying to come after you like that? You then think about what Nate was actually doing. Instead of trying to figure out whose threatening you, he’s worried about your relationship. What he promised to stop doing. Clearly he doesn’t know how to listen or trust you and it kind of hurt. “Nate we didn’t fuck you dumb ass, you honestly think I’d give up my virginity without telling you? Do you even trust me? This is the person who keeps stalking and threatening me and you’re going to focus more on a couple pictures with my boyfriend of six damn months other than the person out to get me? He’s not the one ruining me, it’s you.” You realize what you said was hurtful towards Nate, but you knew he needed to hear it. He puts his phone down and looks at the floor. He then walks out of the door without saying a word, hurt in his eyes.

Skate’s POV

Her words cut deep like a knife. At first I want to say she’s wrong but, unfortunately, she’s right. I sit in my car. Maybe I am ruining her life. I can’t find self-control. I really need to learn to accept the fact that he really likes her. I don’t know what to do. Sammy, in the passenger seat, breaks my silence. “Are you okay dude?” he asks. “No man. I fucked up again. She hates me.” I tell him. “What did you do? I doubt she hates you.” He says. “I was too worried about her and Derek that I didn’t even realize the person who was threatening her was texting me. She pissed I don’t know what to do.” I explain. “Maybe ask Derek?” Sam says. So I text him.

 I ring the doorbell and this time Derek answers. I follow him upstairs to his room. My sister nowhere to be found.  I give him my phone and he screenshots the texts and sends them to himself. He then sends it to his friend. We sit in silence waiting for his phone to ring. He’s on his laptop looking up the user on Twitter. His phone then pings as he receives a message. It has an address. “Come on, let’s go.” He tells me.

Derek’s POV

The drive with Skate is quiet. I was kind of upset he didn’t trust me with his sister but I wasn’t about to let that get in the way. I arrive at the address. I ring the doorbell and don’t get a response. I hop the fence into the backyard. I see a familiar blonde sitting on the patio reading. She sees me and freaks out but then puts her hand over her chest and starts relaxing her breathing and smiles like she knows me. “Derek you just scared the shit out of me.” She says. Who is this? I can’t remember. I ignore it. “Are you the one threatening my girlfriend?” I ask her. She looks confused. A real confused, not a fake one. “You HAVE a girlfriend?” she asks. I look at the screenshots on my phone. “Is your number 123-456-7890?” I ask her. “Yeah?” she asks still confused. “Where’s your phone?” I say. “I lost it two days ago, it was stolen out of my purse.” She explains. That means anyone could have it. “Hey Em, I found your phone.” I hear someone say holding their hand out from the glass door. “Where was it?” She asked the girl inside. “I borrowed it while mine is shut off, sorry girl.” The girl explains. She’s the one who’s threatening her. I push back the blonde and head inside. I follow the figure into the kitchen. I grab them by the wrist and turn them around. “You’re the one threa-“ I stop. Frozen in time. I can’t believe my eyes. There’s no way.

Your POV

You see Derek open the door and Nate walk in with him. You hide behind the wall not trying to be seen. You follow up the stairs to Derek’s room. You hold your head against the door to make sure nothing was happening. You didn’t hear anything other than typing. You shrugged your shoulders and walked back down stairs. You later see them both walk out. Where are they going without telling you? You brush it off. You’re hungry so you decide to walk down to the café about a mile down the road. You sit at the bar and order a milkshake. Someone sits next to you. You look over and see Sammy. “You know he really cares about you?” He says. “What?” You ask him not knowing what he’s talking about. “Your brother. I know he’s fucked up a couple times but you mean the world to him.” He says. You want to believe him but with the way Nate has been acting you can’t. “If he cared he would trust me.” You say. “y/n you’re all he has out here. You realize that right? His biggest fear is losing you or you getting hurt. I know that because he’s told me. Of course he’s over protective. He can’t imagine life without you. You might find it annoying but it’s his way of showing affection. He’s really upset right now about you.” He explains. You feel a knot in your throat. You want to cry at his words. You loved Nate. Your relationship use to be so strong and now all the sudden it was dying down.  Maybe you needed alone time with him. Like how it use to be. “Thank you Sam.” You say hugging him. “Anytime.” He says winking, then walking away. “Sammy wait!” You yell as he opens the door. “Yeah?” He asks. “Can you drive me home?” You ask. You haven’t been home in a while and hopefully Nate would be there. “Yeah sure.” He says. You walk out and get into his car. Music plays the whole drive. “Thank you” You say stepping out of the car. You open the door and notice no one has been home ever since you left. You feel kind of empty inside. You call Nate and it goes to voicemail. Three more times and same thing. So you call Derek. Same thing. Where are they?

Derek’s POV

“Oh hey Derek what’s up?” She says hugging me. I’m still in shock. My jaw dropped. “What is wrong with you?” she asks. “Delany?” I say. “Yeah?” she says pulling from my grip. “You’re the one threating y/n?” I ask quietly. “Yeah.” She says and then starts to walk away. I follow. My sister. My own sister is going after my girlfriend. “But why?” I ask grabbing her wrist again. “Cause ever since she came along you’ve been acting like I don’t even exist. I can’t even remember the last time we hung out and we fucking live together Derek. I want her gone.” She says. My heart drops. Delany was one of my biggest supporters. How could I forget about her? “Delany I’m sorry. But was this really the route to take? You couldn’t have just talked to me?” I ask. “I could have but I was just upset.” She says. I pull her into a hug. “We’ll have some alone time to just hang out I promise. I’m so sorry.” You can hear her sniffle into my chest. I want to hang out with y/n but she’ll understand that I need time with my sister. Besides she needs time with her brother.

Skates POV

We leave and go to our separate houses. I unlock the door and open it. I see y/n sitting on the couch. I walk up to her and hug her from over the back of the couch. “I’m so sorry.” I say. “I’m sorry too” She says. Why is she sorry? “We obviously need to hang out more often. Like old days.” She says. The thought excites me. I can’t remember the last time we hung out alone. I pull her off of the couch and into a tight hug. “I love you.” I tell her. “I love you too.” She says back.

*Sorry if this sucks. Thank you guys for all of your support and kind words! I’m meeting Skate and Derek in 3 days and I’m super nervous.*

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Lines that need to Happen in New Who
  • *The Master Reappears*
  • The Doctor: Master? But why are you killing everyone? The drums should be gone now!
  • The Master: Oh my dear Doctor, you really are nieve. You really believed that percussive instrument nonsense?
  • The Doctor: But I heard it!
  • The Master: Simple psychic radio Doctor. You really are quite easy to manipulate. It almost isn't fun.
  • *Rassilon Reappears*
  • Clara: But wait, Doctor. That's a different Rassilon from the one in your Time War book.
  • The Doctor: Oh yeah, Rassilon's a common name. Important figure and all that. The guy in the Time War was a totally different Rassilon. Had to be. Wouldn't make any sense otherwise.
  • Clara: Oh yeah, from what you told me about him it did seem weird that he wanted to be immortal in the Time War. Guess I didn't think that one through. I mean, who'd possibly think that could reasonably be the same guy?
  • *Luke Reappears*
  • The Doctor: I heard about your mother passing... I'm so sorry.
  • Luke: Yeah...
  • The Doctor: Especially since.... You know... She had that thing for me...
  • Luke: What the hell? No she didn't. Where did you get that idea.
  • *Davros Reappears*
  • The Doctor: Davros! Still a religious nutter are we? Following some form of new Dalek prophecy?
  • Davros: Yeah, we all experiment. I'm over that now. Try not to rub it in dude.
  • *Rose Reappears*
  • Rose: Doctor! Now we can be together forevers!
  • The Doctor: Nah, sorry. First couple regenerations after the war potion were a bit off. Not into humans anymore. You're like 12.
  • Rose: Aww nuts. If only you had found this out earlier, then Martha could have gotten reasonable character development and she wouldn't have been haunted by my shadow constantly and ruined.
  • The Doctor: How's that weird clone of me doing?
  • Rose: It seemed too silly, so I killed him and moved on with my life.
  • *Drax, Iris Wildthyme, and Salyavin Reappear*
  • The Doctor: You guys! I thought you were locked out in the Time War!
  • Drax: Oh come on, you can't possibly think I'd fight in something like that.
  • Iris Wildthyme: To be honest, I forgot luvvie.
  • Salyavin: Now where did I put that book...
  • The Doctor: Oh yeah, the idea that I've been alone in the universe this whole time is pretty stupid once I think about it.
  • *Everyone laughs together in unison as the credits roll*
Reactions to episode 16: Lie Ability

What is Theo expecting to do? Fight Parrish? LOL of course not, he gets others to fight for him

PLEASE DON’T KILL COREY

Stiles screaming for Lydia omg my wEAK LITTLE HEART CAN’T HANDLE THIS

Liam is getting more action than I have ever had

MEREDITH! YES

Theo, considering you’re the reason Lydia’s there in the first place, can you please help Stiles? Thank you. This is probably the only episode so far where I’m actually tolerating Theo.

I really do like Meredith

Shit what happened to Kira?

Oh God, poor Corey

LIAM PROTECTING SCOTT AND MEREDITH IS BLOODY AWESOME

Oh God, Lydia is being consumed by her power! HOW CAN SCOTT HELP HER

Deucalion is good at persuading people but I don’t think Hayden is that stupid

“Is he out?”
“Yeah”
“Okay” *faints*
Ahahahah

“What do you smell down here, Stiles?”
“Chemicals and fecal matter, although I’m pretty sure the fecal matter is you.”
LOL Stiles omg xD

I’m almost sure I saw Cody trying not to smile at that one

Yeah what a pathetic excuse for watching your sister die before taking her heart out

That hole in Lydia’s head creaps me out

Can Valack just get away from Lydia please? Just get away from her, don’t touch her. Ever again.

“How did I get here?”
“I don’t know, we just followed the burning smell.”

LOL

YOU 2 NEED TO HELP KIRA AND COREY! C'MON GUYS

THEO JUST GET STILES TO LYDIA FOR THE LOVE OF GOD

VALACK, DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE PUT THAT IN LYDIA’S HEAD! I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL RIP YOUR THROAT OUT IF YOU USE THAT

Parrish and Lydia are both connected because they’re both harbingers of death, nothing else

Okay so both Corey and Kira are okay. Good good *sighs in relief*

*Malia to Corey* “Don’t worry, Mason knows exactly what he’s doing.”
*Mason calling Liam* “Liam! Call me back, I have no idea what to do!”

I freaking love Mason, he’s one of the best additions to the show

Lydia, scream! USE YOUR VOICE AS A WEAPON

Holy fuck she managed to explode Valack’s head! YES! Gross. But YES!

That moment when, even though Theo’s been trying to kick the door open, Stiles is the one who ends up opening it bECAUSE HE DESPERATELY NEEDS TO GET TO HIS WIFE

STYDIA STYDIA STYDIA STYDIA YES

LYDIA’S FACE WHEN HE SEES STILES! SHE LOOKS AT HIM WITH SUCH LOVE AND ADMIRATION I CAN’T

“You came back” OMG MY HEART

Stiles is so worried to get Lydia out of there that he completely forgets Theo’s there. “Theo? Theo who? I just need to get my wife to safety, get out of my fucking way”

I’m laughing so hard at Mason trying to give himself a pep talk so he can smash his car and save everyone

FINALLY HAYDEN! Aren’t you like half jaguar or smtg? Please do something

Mason and Hayden are both so confused my poor babies

So basically Parrish saved everyone else from Lydia’s scream. THANK YOU!

TRACY I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL SHOOT YOU! LET GO OF LYDIA RIGHT THIS INSTANT

YES NATALIE MARTIN! YOU’RE FORGIVEN AND I LOVE YOU

STILES LETTING SCOTT DRIVE ROSCOE SO HE CAN HOLD LYDIA! 

LYDIA’S FACE WHEN SHE NOTICES STILES’ BLEEDING FROM HIS EAR!

SCOTT’S FACE WHEN HE HEARS LYDIA SAYING STILES IS NOT GONNA MAKE IT AND DRIVING FULL SPEED SO HE CAN SAVE LYDIA AND KEEP STILES FROM DYING

STILES PROTECTING LYDIA FROM ALL THE SHATTERED GLASS WHEN HER SCREAM BREAKS THE WINDOWS

STILES THINKING LYDIA’S DEAD

SCOTT THINKING LYDIA’S DEAD

DEATON THINKING LYDIA’S DEAD

STILES’ REACTION WHEN LYDIA OPENS HER EYES 

SCOTT’S REACTION WHEN LYDIA OPENS HER EYES

DEATON’S REACTION WHEN LYDIA OPENS HER EYES

SO MUCH STYDIA! I CAN’T HANDLE THIS

Scott was so afraid to see his best friend going through the same thing he went through with Alli *sobs*

“They saved my life, mom. Stiles saved me.” MY HEART IS WHOLE, EVERYTHING IS FINE, I AM ALIVE AGAIN

Scott and Deaton smirking at Stiles like “You did it, dude, you saved your wife.”

And Stiles smirking back “Yeah, I saved her, hell yeah I did. She means the world to me. But stop staring at me please it’s embarrassing.”

And of course he had to ruin the moment by acknowledging the broken windows. What a dork :’)

But what will the mask do? You can’t just use it so what does Theo want it for? 

 Props to every single actor on this show, seriously! They’re all brilliant and I love them so much!                 

harry imagine: really pregnant?! (pt. 3)

part one 
part two 

A/N: listen to never say never by the fray while reading :) it makes it better.

 i numbly watched her again for the second time today as she walked. but this time she was walking out of my life. i wanted to follow her with all that’s in me but i knew i had nothing to defend myself with. i just froze in my place. “i’m sorry harry, we’re over and i’m out of here" her words kept repeating in my head and i felt my eyes go wet. i wish i could follow her, i wish i had something to say to make her come back to me..but i ruined it. she’s out of my life. forever. and i’m never seeing her again.

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harry’s P.O.V:
it has been a week since i last saw her. a week since i last spoke to her. i don’t remember spending some time as hard as i spent that week. i miss her like hell. i miss everything about her. her eyes, her lips , her hair, the way she looked at me, i even miss the way she yelled at me when i did something she didn’t like. i got my phone out and tried calling her again but it was no use. her phone was still out of service. i started then looking at out old pictures together that were left on my phone. thinking that just a few pictures were all i have left to do with her made my heart ache. i didn’t even realize i was crying until louis spoke to me.
dude… you okay?”  he said, looking closely to my face. i wiped my tears quickly and turned to face him.
i-i…(y/n)…us.. over? how…?” 
harry…. it has been a week now. you need to get over her..”
(y/n)...” was all i said before i started crying again.
“ did you talk to her? did something happen to (y/n) harry? is she okay?
sh-she is gone..she is out of my life. forever. i ruined it..
did you try talking to her about the fight again..? maybe make it up to her..?
 his question made me think of the fight again. all the words i said to her. the way her body shook when i yelled at her. the way her words trembled, trying to defend herself. the way she looked at me when i told her i was done with her. ”done with her?!“  i said to myself. what the hell was i thinking ?!  done with her ?! DONE WITH HER ?!  gosh damn it no!! how on earth did i say that to her ?! done with her? oh god no… where was my mind when i was yelling at her?! how on earth would i ever be done with the only person that can make me happy? the only person that can change my mood one hundred and eighty degrees just by looking at me? the only person i wanted to spend the rest of my life with? and the most important thing.. the only person that i have truly loved that much? oh dear lord no… if i only had spent one fucking second of my damned life and thought about the words that were coming out of my mouth before i said them to her none of this would have happened. but i didn’t. they’re already said and i can’t take them back. nothing can take them back. not me. not my actions. not my other words that used to calm her down. nothing. right…?
” harry….?!“ louis said, interrupting my thoughts.
” i can’t let it be like that…“
” let it be like what…?“
” us.. (y/n).. i can’t let us end that easily..“
” but i thought you didn’t want a child  these days with-“
” GOSH DAMN IT LOUIS STOP REMINDING ME ABOUT IT FOR GOD’S SAKE !! SHE ISN’T PREGNANT OKAY ?!! I FUCKING YELLED AT HER FOR NO APPARENT REASON !“ louis just looked at me. he had nothing to say so i just continued.
” i made her leave my life for no reason. i was so stupid for doing all of that to her. the screaming, the yelling, the harsh words i spat at her face, all that for no fucking reason so i don’t think she would wanna take me back in her life for a reason.“  i said , a bit calmer this time. he still had nothing to say. he knew i was right.
"life sucks without her louis.. you have no idea how hard it is for me to spend time away from her.. it never happened. even when we were on tour. at least i got to hear her voice.. but now..”  i looked down and took a deep breath and sighed. “ i guess this is it. i think this is how the rest of my life will be.”
“harry….”  
louis finally said. “i’m sorry about your loss buddy..
ouch. that’s not what i expected him to say. what ?! what am i expecting him to say then? he has nothing to do. he knows i fucked up and i even know that more than him, why am i waiting for him to comfort me to feel better then?! ‘why am i waiting for him to comfort me?!’ i don’t need anyone’s comforting to feel better! i need her  to feel better. in this past week i have realized that i cannot  make it without her. she really is all that matters to me but… oh god…if only i hadn’t done all that crap i did. i can’t believe it’s over. i can’t believe she’s out of my life forever.
i rested my elbows on my thighs and held my forehead thinking about all the memories we had and tryied my best not to cry again.
“ harry i’m sorry.. she’s not the only girl in th-”
“ NO!!”
 i stood up.'not the only girl in the world’ ?! he has got to be kidding me.
“you know what louis..? she may not be the only girl in the world but she IS the only girl for me. she is so much more worth than that stupid fight  to me so i wont let her out of my life that easily and i wont give up on us. i will go to her.. i know i’ll be risking a vase thrown to my head but i don’t care.. i’ll do all it takes and i’ll give all what’s in me to get her back.” i wiped my tears and without another word, i grabbed my keys and headed straight to the car and started it. 

the drive to her house seemed so long though it was only ten minutes away from louis’ house. i don’t even have anything prepared to say to her and i have nothing to defend myself with if she brings the fight back up again. i know getting her back wont be that easy but i don’t care. i will do every fucking thing that i can to get her back.
after what seemed like eternity, pulled over in front of her house and stepped out of the car. i walked to her door stood there for w few minutes to regain my strength, then i took a deep breath and knocked on her door. the sound of the locks getting undone from the inside of the house made my heart beat faster. i just closed my eyes and waited for the door to open.
what…?!”  i heard her voice say. i opened my eyes quickly and looked at her. there she was. standing right in front of me. her eyes were puffy and her face was red. the words i was gonna say made a knot at my tongue and i couldn’t speak, i just stood there and looked at her, trying to force the words out.
hi…..”  was all i said in response.

part 4