sorry nose scrunches are my favorite

Those Days - t.h.

september 21st, 2017

prompt: reader feels too alone. tom steps in to help in any way he can.

word count: 1.4k bc bee (me)  can’t contain herself!!

warnings: anxiety, sad feelings+thoughts, major fluff (hopefully, if i did the fluff right lol)

a/n: this is for @enjoy-tracking-this-lamp bc she deserves some fluff!! feel better hun :) also this is  u n e d i t e d  i’m sorry in advance - this is my first ever posted writing so feedback is much appreciated!! thanks readers!! :) 

pairing: tom holland x reader

song: flesh and bone by keaton henson 

(song was suggested by @enjoy-tracking-this-lamp and it’s vvv good i 10/10 recommend anyone reading to listen to it while you read)

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Tom’s knuckles lightly tapped the door to your apartment with contained joy. He hadn’t been home for almost eight hours, since he had spent the day in the city with his family, and it was already too much time apart from you. He hated to be cliche but in all honesty, he wanted to spend every second of his days with you. 

He was a little disappointed when he hadn’t heard the sound of your feet padding across the floor to welcome him home. Another knock against the door was greeted with another round of silence. Tom finally decided to let himself in with the key you’d given him.

He peeked his head around the corner to see if you were possibly in the kitchen. The kitchen turned up empty, leaving Tom’s heart to sink a little further in his chest.

“Y/N, love? I’m back!” He raised his voice loud enough just in case you were in the shower. He wandered through the kitchen into the hallway where your bedroom was.

Tom’s brow scrunched down in confusion when he heard soft music playing through the hallway. It was very faint but from what Tom could tell, it held a melancholy tune that was starting to grip him.

And I am alone, so don’t speak

I find war, and I find peace

I find no heat, no love in me

He instantly knew what the sad music meant despite how you had never told him about these days you had. These days that would sneak up on you like the clouds sneak up over a city, ready to rain down their troubles onto the citizens below. What pained him was to know that this kind of lonely day had come up on you when he had gone out with his family, leaving you to brew in your anxious thoughts on your own.

He gently pushed your bedroom door back. You were laying in bed with your laptop paused on a Netflix original that hadn’t done its job to distract you from the worries trying to cloud your mind. The music had been playing in place of the movie. You had figured that if you couldn’t avoid the worries, you might as well face them. You shot up instantly from your side when you saw Tom standing in the doorway behind the screen of your laptop.

You cleared your throat. “Hey Tom. .” You cringed at how your voice had cracked from such a short sentence. His Adam’s apple shot up before settling back in the center of his throat as he felt his own worry for you double.

“How are you doing?” He asked quietly. He leaned his shoulder against the doorframe with his hands shoved into his pockets. Guilt was washing over him about having gone out to enjoy the wonders of the city with his family while you had been holed up at home.

You pulled a weak smile out. “I’m okay.”

And my body’s weak

Feel my heart giving up on me

I’m worried it might just be

And my body’s weak

Tom sighed and pushed off the doorframe. You blinked at him since he didn’t say anything, instead crossing the room in four steps before he crashed onto the bed next to you. “You don’t have to tell me darling, but I know that was a lie.”

He closed your laptop before moving it to the table beside your bed. Tom could see the thoughts swirling in the irises of your eyes before you had even said anything. You bit your lip and lowered your gaze onto your lap as you sat with your legs crossed beneath you. He scooted himself so close to you that you were sat between his legs and kicked his shoes off. He scooped you into his embrace before they clambered to the floor.

“I’m here.” Tom whispered. His fingers, as rough and calloused as they may be, were tracing the softest and most delicate circles on one of your shoulder blades while his other hand was holding you close to his chest. You finally let your guard down so that you could sink into his chest.

Feel my lungs giving up on me

I’m worried it might just be

Something my soul needs

The music still played in the background, but the steady breaths leaving Tom combined with the gentle rise and fall of his chest was all you needed. Somehow he knew of your anxieties, your fears, your overwhelming worries, and your underwhelming solutions, and you couldn’t have been more grateful for a man like Tom who was willing to search for these pieces of your identity, of who you are. You bit your lip and took in a long breath through your nose.

Tom’s legs wrapped around you in a criss-cross pattern as you had your legs beneath you. You felt cozy and comforted to have him holding you close.

And I see war on the screen,

And it is cruel and unclean,

But I still worry more about you,” Tom quietly sang to you. You could feel his lips kiss the top of your hair before he rested his chin there. Another few verses came along with the two of you still embracing like this, caving in on one another.

Tom was worried that maybe this wasn’t working. He knew he wasn’t the best at handling the bad thoughts when he had them, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to let you suffer through yours without him battling them down when he could. Tom pulled back a bit to glance at your face to see if you were alright.

You looked up at him with a smile that was much brighter than the one you had tried to pass off earlier. He let out a breath he had unintentionally been holding and smiled with a small amount of relief.

You managed to pull the both of you down so you were laying in his embrace still. His legs were also still wrapped around you. A thought flitted through his mind.

“If I were a koala, you would be my favorite tree Y/N.” He mumbled. You scrunched your eyebrows and your nose while a giggle left your lips.

His eyes shot open wide while a rosy blush creeped into his cheeks.“Sorry! That was so stupid, jeez Tom-”

You laughed again. “No no, it was funny. And cute. I’m honored.” You bit your lip and looked him in the eyes.

A lazy smile spread across his face. He leaned forward to kiss the apples of your cheeks and the tip of your nose before reaching your lips. The warm and buttery-smooth kiss that Tom gave you was the one to help the knot in your stomach loosen and the battle between your brain and your soul come to rest. When he pulled back, he let his face nuzzle into your neck. A soft kiss was placed on your neck which made your mind feel even further at ease.

“I love you darling.” He paused. “And I know it may be hard to talk about your inner battles, but if or when you do feel ready, I am here. You don’t have to face them alone. I hope you know that I’ll always be fighting them with you, for you.” You felt his eyelashes flutter against the sensitive skin of your neck. A shiver followed down your spine while goosebumps rose at the realization that you had struck gold in loving Tom.

Something my soul needs

Is you, lying next to me

And it’s you, lying next to me

The song ended but the embrace didn’t. Tom were still held you close, with your fingers running through his curly mahogany-brown hair after he had fallen asleep. The only thing stuck on your mind now was the soft waves of love for him radiating through your heart and soul. He had unknowingly been the cure to the inexplicable anxieties you were plagued with that day. You saved the memory of him in this moment for when you would need it on another one of those days.

anonymous asked:

Number 50 with Harry please!

My first request ever <3 I hope you like it! And remember: English is not my first language, so I apologise for any possible spelling/grammar mistakes

50. “This is Girl Talk, so leave”

Pairing: Daddy!Harry/Reader

Warnings: None. Pure fluff

Word Count: 880

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You entered your daughters bedroom to help her get dress for school, only to find she wasn’t there. You went to the bathroom and knocked on the closed door.

“Hey sweetie, you ready?” You asked.

“Almost, mommy” Was her replie. You leaned against the wall and waited, and almost fell on your ass when the door opened to reveal your five year old dressed in a party dress, wearing her princess heels and tons of your make up. Tons. Her face was mostly red lipstick, staining her cheeks and chin, and her eyes were a bright pink. “Lets go!” She smiled and began walking to the living room but you gently stopped her.

“Honey, wait”. You weren’t sure how to ask her without hurting her feelings. “I think we need to wash your face, sweetie”.

She looked down, eyes starting to water “Am I uglier now?”

Uglier?! You wanted to scream. You took her in his arms and sat her on the bathroom counter, feeling her sob in your chest. “Uglier? Baby you aren’t ugly in the first place, where did you get that idea?”

You made her look at you in the eyes, wiping her tears with your thumb.

“It-it’s just..” You could tell she was embarassed so you reassured her “It’s okay baby, you know you can tell me anything”

“A boy in school didn’t want to play with me yesterday and… and…” She started sobbing again “And It’s because I’m ugly” her tears were falling non-stop. You felt your heart breaking.

“Honey, look at me”. She did, face red with her tears and her smeared make up “That is not true. I’m sure he had a good reason not to play with you, but that doesn’t mean he thinks you’re ugly. What gave you that thought?”

She looked down at your hands on hers “A girl told me” she whispered.

Would you get in trouble with the law if you kicked a five years old’s ass? You were pretty sure you would.

“Hey girls, it’s getin la– What happened?” Your husband walked into the bathroom in that moment, looking worried thinking his little girl was hurt. She hid her face on your neck and whispered “Don’t tell daddy”.

“Nothing” you said, gesturing for him to let it go, but he was so worried about your daughter he wasn’t looking at you. “What you mean nothing? She’s crying and she’s–Ouch!” You kicked him and he finally looked at you. You gestured him to the door and mouthed I’ll explain to you later. He left and closed the door behind him.

Your daughter finally looked at you again “I thought that if daddy likes your make up I could wear it and then someone would like me”. You hold her tight, rubbing circles on her back.

“Oh sweetie… Daddy didn’t fell in love with me because I wear make up”. She looked at you in shock “He didn’t?”. You didn’t know if you had to feel offended at that, but you just laughed.

“Of course not!” came from the other side of the room. You both laughed and you looked at the door

“Hey! This is girl talk, so leave!”

“Sorry!”. You looked back at your daughter.

“You wanna know why daddy fell in love with me?” She nodded “Because I make him laugh. And because we like going dancing and biking and sharing things together. And because I’m the only person in this world who eats his ugly broccoli pie” your daughter scrunched her nose at the thought of her father’s favorite meal.

“I know you’re just kidding but it still hurts my feelings” he said, again from the other side of the door.

“And you know what’s the only thing daddy loves more than me?” you asked and your daughter shook your head “You. Spending time with you and being your daddy. And he doesn’t care if you wear make up or don’t, because you’re beautiful inside and out. The girl who told you the opposite thing is probably very pretty but also very dumb and mean” You knew it was wrong to insult a five year old only to make your daughter feel better but you coudln’t care less about the mean kid right then. “When a person wants to spend time with you, make up has nothing to do with it”.

Your daughter gave you a hug and a huge kiss on the cheek before jumping off the counter and opening the door to find his father doing like he hadn’t been listening. She tugged at his leg and he took her in his arms, kissing her cheeks and stroking her hair “You’re the smartest, kindest, bravest girl on earth. Don’t let anyone make you feel bad about yourself”. He told her, before letting her on the ground “Now go get dress and we’ll take you to school”

You watched your daughter disappear inside her bedroom, Harry’s arm coming around your shoulders. “We’re not that bad at parenting, are we?” You asked.

“Not at all” he said, kissing the top of your head “And by the way, I did fall in love with you because of your make up” he whispered. You laughed, playfully hitting his chest before placing a kiss on his lips.

Puffapods

Request: Heya sorry you’re not feeling well, can I get a one shot of Draco and a hufflepuff reader and the reader making him do hufflepuff like thinks, like with herbology or something like that, yea do with that what you will

Sorry this turned out to be a bit shorter than I thought it would. I really hope you like it though!!

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A cool breeze swept through the Hogwarts courtyard and down the pathway towards the Herbology Greenhouses, bringing with it the crisp scent of roasted ham, pumpkin pasties, and butterbeer. Y/n breathed in the refreshing scent of fall as she made her way to Greenhouse 4 where her Puffapods were waiting to be harvested. As a sixth year, and top Herbology student, y/n got to work with a wide variety of plants under the mentorship of her head-of-house Professor Sprout. And although Puffapods may seem a bit subpar as compared to, say, the Devil’s Snare she was studying in Greenhouse 7, they were her absolute favorite. As the wind picked up she tightened her loosely wrapped Hufflepuff scarf around her neck and stuffed her bare hands into her robe pockets.

“Y/n!” Stopping in her tracks, y/n turned to see her boyfriend exiting the castle and quickly making his way towards her. “Where are you off to,” he asked, slinging his arm around her shoulder as they met and continued down the path.

“Greenhouse 4. I think my Puffapods are finally ready!”

“I’m sorry, your what?”

She laughed as his nose scrunched up in confusion, and leaned further into his hold as another cool breeze swept in between them. “My Puffapods. Draco you only stopped taking Herbology last year. You mean to tell me you don’t know what those are?”

“Sorry. Not all of us are as into gardening as you are,” he replied, smirking down at her.

Y/n just giggled and pulled him into the Greenhouse when they arrived. She took off her wool robe and scarf and threw them at Draco who feigned injury as they smacked him in the face.

“Y/n I have a quidditch match in a few days,” he whined. “You can’t injure me before then. Blaise will kill you.”

“If I hurt you with my coat, he’d have enough blackmail material for a month. He’d love me.”

“Not as much as I do.” He sent her an overly exaggerated wink as he hopped up on an open table.

“Shut up,” she replied lamely and turned toward the supply closet to hide the blush that bloomed on her cheeks. She set 5 jars down on the table next to Draco and proceeded to the wall lined with Puffapod bushes. “Oh, they’re perfect!” She snipped a few of the branches, being sure not to touch the pods and took them over to them over to the table. From there she cast Wingardium Leviosa on the branches which allowed her to easily open the pods and transfer the beans into the charmed jars without them touching any solid surface.

“Why don’t you just pick the beans out yourself,” Draco asked from his perch next to her.

“Because if the beans come in contact with any solid surface, they’ll bloom. That’s why I use these jars. They have a repelling charm that keeps the beans from touching them, so they just kinda,” y/n gestured a bit wildly with her hands, “float around.” She sighed exasperatedly and looked at Draco with a little smile. “Which you would know if you payed any attention in Herbology.”

He grabbed her hand and pulled her towards him so she stood right in front of him. “I do remember. That was the year Weasley dropped a pod onto the floor. Sprout was not happy.” He chuckled and looked down at her. “You’re just really cute when you talk about plants.”

  • Norway: wow the stars are beautiful
  • Denmark: yeah they are
  • Norway: you know who else is beautiful?
  • Denmark: *blushes* who
  • Norway: Iceland
  • Denmark:
  • Norway:
  • Denmark:
  • Norway: did you know that he still sleeps with a light on because he hates the dark? he also doesn't like sour things and he hates anything spicy, so when he has to eat either of those types he makes this really cute "ick" face and scrunches up his nose. also--
  • Denmark: he likes sweet things right? chocolate especially, and he picks out the green m&ms because thats one of his favorite colors. did you see that framed photo of all of us on his dresser when you go into his room? it's just me, you and him, not even fin or sve. he gets so embarrassed about it.
  • Norway: i know, right? furthermore--
I Hunger For Your Beautiful Embrace

Epilogue

Legatus Harry is governor of Capua and Dominus of his estate. He governs with a firm and harsh rule and has never been known to be soft. That is until Louis comes into his life. A beautiful slave who creeps into Harry’s house and heart.

But in the times of Ancient Rome, when sex, wars, and death are the entertainment of the times, life and love are rare commodities.

A/N: This was inspired by the show Spartacus and certain situations will be similar. I took quite a few creative liberties with the myth told in this epilogue…. I mixed Greek and Roman myths and then changed it around a bit so don’t be picky about the accuracy please :)

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Fic: Miscommunications

anon prompted: Could you write a fic where Kurt pretends to be mad at Blaine because of something and Blaine thinks he’s really upset after he teases Kurt about it and Kurt doesn’t relent and then Blaine just thinks he’s screwed up once again and then he cries and I want it to be hurt and comforty please!!!
I didn’t do exaaaactly that, but believe me, the H/C still abounds. ~1000 words, PG.

Blaine wouldn’t go so far as to say he was having the worst week of his life, but it was definitely pushing the top five. He had two papers and an in-class practical exam all due on Friday, shifts every night at the diner, a growing allergy headache from all the trees starting to bloom again, and to top it all off, had just spilled his coffee all down the front of his nice white polo, leaving him scalded and stained.

He managed to change shirts quickly enough that he didn’t burn the pancakes he was making - his inner stressbaker was making an appearance, unsurprisingly - flipping the last of them off the griddle and onto a plate just as Kurt emerged from their bedroom, adorably tousled and relaxed.

Blaine was kind of jealous, if he was telling the truth. He’d been up since six after waking up with an epiphany about one of his thesis statements, and now it was pushing ten. He could feel himself flagging a little.

“Morning, sweetie,” Kurt said, plopping down at the table. “Sleep well?”

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This is the worst thing I’ve ever written bye

Also Maka reads an excerpt from All The Light We Cannot See, one of the most beautifully-written books I’ve ever read.

She came into his life like this blizzard: raging, honest, and leaving behind all kinds of beauty and wonder.

She hates the winter. It makes her weak.

Winds filled with bits of ashen-cloud-chill and frost batter her living room window. It shakes and bends to the weight of the cold. She paces back and forth, her new novel in hand. An awful draft slips in and out, like the breath of a sleeping snow monster. She hates when she is up against something - like a nor’easter - that she cannot fight off with her own two hands.

Maka slackens her blinds and lets them fall to the sill. It does not block out the noise, but removes the sight of the tiny white crystals slow-building on the sides of the panes.

She attempts to settle on her couch, but remains on the edge of it. She flicks on her flashlight and tries to envelop her mind in her novel, but she finds herself rereading sentences over and over, not fully paying attention.

Then, there is a shatter. The wind finally threw a punch strong enough to break her window. It blows in like a bone-chilling javelin and she is out her door, half-screaming, half-stumbling.

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skyekg  asked:

oh my gods , sorry for the bad quality (again), but how about Nico rescued an abandoned kitten, clean it up then sleep with it And Percy is like"that's my place"then hug them both.

NICO AND CATS IS MY FAVORITE <3

To set the scene. :D

Nico scrunched his nose in disgust at the rain pouring around him. He was sheltered by his umbrella, thankfully, but it was cold enough for his breath to freeze in little puffs of air as he exhaled.

He could have shadow-traveled home if he’d wanted to, but he’d wanted to stretch his legs. Besides, once you got past the cold and wet, the rain wasn’t all bad. The pitter-patter of the rain on his umbrella made it difficult to hear anything else, but as he passed an alley, the eighteen-year-old could have sworn he heard a little mewl.

Nico frowned and stopped for a moment, scanning the alley and seeing nothing. As he was about to continue on, he heard another small whimper. Frowning, he entered the alley and crouched down. A little furry creature caught his gaze and he found himself smiling slowly.

The kitten blinked up at him with deep green eyes. Its fur was white (or at least, it should have been white, but it was so dirty it was a light brownish-gray instead) with splotches of orange and black. A calico.

“Hey, kitty,” he murmured, holding out his left hand. The kitten stepped forward warily and sniffed his hand. To be honest, he was as wary as the cat. Animals didn’t like him much, but it seemed that there were certain exceptions. “Let’s get you out of the cold, huh?”

The kitten was small enough that Nico could lift it with one hand. He covered it with his jacket, not minding that his shirt was getting damp from the cat’s fur. “Let’s take you home now.”

He was glad he’d decided not to shadow-travel, but he figured that using his power right now wouldn’t be too bad.

Shadows enveloped around him and the cat, and they appeared in he and Percy’s living room. Nico folded his umbrella and leaned it against the wall. He set down the kitten for a moment so that he could take off his aviator jacket, then picked the cat up again.

“We’ll have to get you cleaned up,” he told the cat, then as an afterthought, said, “and give you a name too,” because he’d already taken the cat home and of course he was going to keep it. 

He took the cat into the bathroom and drew a warm bath for it, taking out Percy’s baby shampoo (gods knew why his boyfriend still used baby shampoo, but it was sure handy now). The kitten meowed loudly in protest, but he made it settle down with a simple look. He squirted some baby shampoo in his hand and lathered it onto the kitten, making sure to pet and comfort the little cat as much as he could. The cat actually closed her eyes in pleasure. Nico tried not to smile. 

Once he was satisfied the cat was clean, he rinsed her off and towel-dried her. Her fur was puffy and still damp, but he didn’t think she would get sick now. He gave her a saucer of milk because he didn’t know what else to give her, and then got ready for bed himself. Percy had told him that he would be home late; he was working until closing at the store, and Nico didn’t mind it so much now because now he had company, even if it was in the form of a tiny kitten who meowed a little too loudly.

“I still have to name you,” he said to the cat as they watched some horror movie on the television screen. He scratched her ears and she purred loudly, kneading his lap. He bit his lip to keep himself from exclaiming in pain (because kitten claws hurt). She stared up at him with her deep emerald-green eyes and he shook his head. He looked at her with his stomach nearly in knots. He was conflicted over what to call her; he’d wanted to save this name for a daughter, but —Hades with it, this little cat had already stolen his heart. “So, how about Bianca? You like it?”

The kitten purred more and nuzzled his hand, giving it a quick lick. 

Nico couldn’t remember the last time he’d smiled so hugely. 

Nico made Bianca a makeshift cat bed out of throw-pillows and set her down there, but as he got into the bed he shared with Percy, he felt a weight jump onto the bed.

“You’re supposed to sleep there silly,” he told Bianca, but he really didn’t mean it. He didn’t move a muscle as the calico kitten curled up beside him. Nico relaxed and wrapped his arm around the cat, stroking it gently until he fell asleep.

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“What’s a kitten doing in my spot?” a demanding voice startled Nico awake.

“Huh?” Nico asked, his brain fuzzy from sleep. He blinked up to see Percy, grinning playfully at him. “Oh, you mean Bianca? I found her this evening, all alone and it was raining and—" 

"You don’t have to explain yourself, Nico,” Percy said, shaking his head fondly. “And you named her Bianca, how predictable.”

“Couldn’t let you name her Bianca,” Nico shot back.

"Ouch,” his boyfriend feigned hurt. “I don’t suppose the cat’s completely replaced me, too?”

“Get in bed, son of Poseidon,” he grumbled, hugging Bianca closer. The cat squirmed a bit, but she relaxed after a bit.  

“As you wish, Ghost King,” Percy shot back, smiling widely. He got in beside Nico, still grumbling about how Bianca had stolen his spot. Nico ignored him.

He started as he felt Percy’s arm thrown over him, but his muscles loosened as the adrenaline faded. Nico noticed that Percy didn’t resent Bianca much at all, considering that his arm was hugging Bianca, too, stroking the calico kitten’s soft fur.

Nico wouldn’t mind staying in this position for the rest of his life. He felt warm and loved with his tiny kitten and his annoying boyfriend. He closed his eyes and his consciousness faded into black, dreamless sleep. 

sorry for being pretty absent this weekend. I spent the weekend volunteering at DCCon. It was fairly uneventful but it was amazing at the same time. I was completely exhausted by the end of it but I was lucky enough to work in the photo op room. 

Jensen and I had a couple of moments but my favorite was when ‘Keep on Loving You’ came on and I was mouthing words, Jensen caught my eye and grinned and pointed at me and scrunched his nose and mouthed ‘and I’m gonna keep on lovin you. cause it’s the only thing I wanna do’ and I think I fucking blacked out and I think i was mouthing back.. but who the hell knows. 

basically.. now we have a song. <3 

Drag Me Down

Just a heads up! I got a little carried away with Liam’s. Sorry not sorry. (: 


Harry:

If I didn’t have you there would be nothing left

The shell of a man who could never be his best

“Don’t do this to me.” I grabbed her arm as she went to walk away. “I can’t let you leave me.” She turned to me; tears running down her cheeks.

“Harry, let me go. This isn’t working.” She tried to pull her arm from my grasp but I held on. “You’re only making this harder.” I started to cry but quickly tried to wipe my tears. I let go of her arm long enough to grab her hand and I fell to my knees.

“I want you to listen to me. If you still want to go after this, I’ll let you go.” She nodded her head and waited for me to continue. “I want you by my side forever. If I didn’t have you, there would be absolutely nothing left of me. I would just be a walking, talking shell of a man. I am at my best when I am with you and without you, I will never be that man again. You are everything to me. Who will I be if you leave me?” She continued to stare down at me and I felt the tears coming faster. I began to wish I didn’t work as much or I wasn’t in a world famous boyband. “I would give anything to be normal for you. I would give all of this up if it meant I could have you forever. There will never be one thing in this world I will want more than I want you. I’m sorry I’m never here. I’m sorry you have to see all of these rumors about other girls. I’m sorry that I’m not good enough for you.” At that, she joined me on the floor.

“Harry, you are everything I could ever want.” I couldn’t let her continue if she was going to break my heart at the end of her sentence.

“Then why are you leaving me?” She sniffled and I reached forward to wipe the tears from her eyes. “Tell me.”

“I don’t know. I just don’t think we are who we used to be. We’ve grown apart. I don’t want to continue to hold onto something that has no chance of survival.” I stared at her and started crying even harder.

“I’ll try harder. Just please do not leave me. I can be better for you. I can be better for us. I’ll do my best to put things back to normal. Just don’t do this. Please.” I waited for her to answer. I waited for what seemed like hours. When she finally looked down and away from me, I was certain she’d made up her mind. I just knew that she was going to stand up and walk out that door and I had already agreed to let her go. I closed my eyes and mentally prepared myself. I was still holding onto her hand for dear life when she finally spoke.

“Okay.” My eyes sprung open and I waited for her to say something else.

“What?” She started crying again.

“I said okay. I won’t leave. I’ll give us another chance.” I let go of her hand and wrapped my arms around her; placing a kiss to her shoulder. I was still crying but I knew they were tears of happiness.

“I promise you will not regret this. I will make sure I am the best boyfriend in the entire world.” She gave me a small laugh before pulling back.

“Just be the man I fell in love with. He’s the one I want to spend forever with.” I nodded and stood up; pulling her up with me. I wrapped her in a hug again; her arms tightly encircling my waist. I was going to be that man for her. I wasn’t going to come close to losing her again.

Niall:

All my life, you stood by me

When no one else was ever behind me

I’m getting married today. I repeated the words in my head over and over again as I looked at myself in the full length mirror. Behind me, my groomsman were finishing getting ready. Harry was helping Liam tie his tie. Louis was talking to Greg over in the corner. Ed was strumming his guitar. I could tell he was playing the beginning of Thinking Out Loud. She picked that song to walk down the aisle to and luckily, Ed was stoked to sing it while she walked. I heard Liam yell and Harry laugh. I looked back to them and Liam’s tie looked absolutely terrible. I rolled my eyes but smiled before walking over to tie it for him myself.

“Are you nervous, Nialler?” Liam asked as I was fixing his collar.

“I’m nervous about falling on my face or forgetting my vows but then I think about the woman who will join me at that altar and then I’m not anymore.” He smiled and patted my arm. Right before I finished his tie, a knock made us all freeze.

“Niall, are you ready? It’s time.” It was my Dad. I looked around the room and everyone met my eyes. I nodded and they smiled at me.

“Yeah. We’re ready.”

“I wasn’t asking if they were ready, son. I mean are you ready to marry this woman?” I looked at my dad like he was crazy. “I’m not saying anything bad. I just want to make sure.”

“Dad, I have been ready to marry that woman since the moment she said my name.” He smiled and placed his arm on my shoulder.

“Well then, let’s go, son.” We walked down the hallway and I could feel my palms getting sweatier and sweatier as we got closer to the altar. Once we got up there, everyone took their positions. There were a few minutes of chatter and then when Ed began to strum his guitar, the entire crowd immediately fell silent.

“If you could all rise, please.” Everyone stood up and the opening notes of Ed’s song began to fill the room. Finally, the church doors opened and her bridesmaids began to walk in. When each one of them made it to their spots and the flower girls had done their job, I turned my attention back to the end of the aisle and immediately lost it. She looked absolutely beautiful. I felt a hand on my shoulder and I turned to look at Greg beside of me. He smiled and handed me a tissue. I hadn’t even noticed I was crying that bad but once I did, I began to cry even harder (if that was even possible). She was breathtaking and in a few short minutes, she was going to be mine forever.

The beginning of the ceremony went by like a blur. I was crying like a baby by the time she finished her vows. Then the preacher told me it was my turn.

“Y/N.” She smiled at me and I almost lost it again. “Never in my life did I think I would find someone that I loved this much. I never imagined there would be a girl that would literally steal my heart the way you have. When I look at you, I know there really isn’t a single person out there more made for me than you are. You are my best friend. You are my soulmate. You are the sun, the moon, the stars. You are my entire universe. You are the true definition of beauty. Your heart, your mind, your soul, everything about you is perfect. When I felt like I was standing alone, you were always there. You were always right beside me during all the good times and every single bit of the bad. I don’t know what I did to deserve you. I bet we’re all wondering about that.” Everyone in the room laughed. “But whatever it was, I will make sure I spend everyday for the rest of my life trying to be the man you deserve.” She was crying and in that moment, I just wanted to kiss her. I leaned forward but the preacher stopped me.

“Not yet, Mr. Horan.”

“Sorry, sir. I just can’t help myself.” Y/N laughed and the urge to kiss her intensified. I turned to look at the preacher. “Could you finish up? I’m struggling.” Everyone laughed again and the preacher nodded his head.

“By the powered vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Niall, you can finally kiss your bride.”

Louis:

I got a river for a soul

And baby you’re a boat

Baby you’re my only reason

Nights like these are my favorite part of being home from tour. I love just staying home and lazing around the house with the one person I love more than anyone in this world.

She was currently at the opposite end of the couch and I kept stealing glances her way. She always had her lips in a pout when we watched TV and it absolutely drove me mad. I smiled and starting creeping my hand toward her foot but right before I reached the target, she shot a glare in my direction and I immediately put my hands up to show I was backing down. I sent her a wink and she rolled her eyes.

“Can we do something else? I don’t like this show.”

“You always do this during my absolute favorite show!”

“I’m sorry! I just don’t like it.” She looked over at me and I scrunched up my nose.

“Fine. What do you suggest we do?”

“Let’s watch a scary movie!” She groaned and I jumped up from the couch to go into our room to get one. I picked Insidious.

“You know I’m terrified of that one! Why would you do that?”

“So you’ll cuddle me.” She just looked at me and then shook her head. I noticed that she was smiling.

“You are absolutely ridiculous. All you had to do was ask.” She laughed and I pressed play. “Wait, you don’t have to turn that on, Lou. We can cuddle.” I shook my head.

“There’s nothing like scary movie cuddles. I don’t want just any cuddles, I want those cuddles.” She sighed and crossed her arms. I sat down beside her and noticed she kept looking over at me from the corner of her eye.

Twenty minutes in, and she had her arms wrapped around my waist. It was the weirdest position ever, but she was only concerned with hiding her eyes every two seconds. It wasn’t really the cuddles I was looking for, that’s for sure.

We watched it for about thirty more minutes before I decided she’d had enough. “Babe? How about we turn this off?” She sighed and pressed her face into my chest.

“Yes, please.” I laughed but turned it off. When I went back to the couch, I pushed her down by her shoulders so that she was laying completely down and laid on top of her; my head resting on her chest. Her hands immediately found their way to my hair and I sighed. Now this is the kind of cuddles I wanted. I started flipping through channels when she suddenly pulled on my hair and gasped. “Babe! Go back!” I flipped back one channel and our music video for ‘Drag Me Down’ was playing.

“You’re such a fangirl.” She tugged on my hair again.

“Hush.” When it got to ‘I’ve got a river for a soul and baby you’re a boat, baby you’re my only reason’ I lifted my head and looked at her face. She looked back at me and smiled. She ran a finger over my bottom lip and I kissed her gently.

“That part was about you, you know.”

“What part?”

“When we were writing, I wanted to make part of that song just for you and that was the part I came up with. ‘I’ve got a river for a soul, baby you’re a boat. Baby you’re my only reason.’ I just thought it was fitting. I mean the whole song is for you and for Sophia but that one part I put in there just for you. I made sure Liam knew it, too.” She laughed and bit her lip.

“You sure know how to make a girl swoon, Louis Tomlinson.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhmm. You’ve absolutely made me melt. I might just keep you around.”

“Might?” She was smiling and I couldn’t help but smile, too. Her eyes kept going from my eyes to my lips and back again. Finally, she leaned in and kissed me. God, I love this woman.

Liam:

I’ve got fire for a heart

I’m not scared of the dark

“Can everyone please shut up? I’m on the phone.” My mum was on the other end of the phone. I could tell she was freaking out but I couldn’t hear anything she said. “Mum, calm down. What are you saying?” I still couldn’t hear everything but I caught the words ‘Y/N’ and ‘accident’. “EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK UP.” This time everyone looked at me but they were quiet. The meetings were always extremely loud but this one just seemed to be a little louder than usual. “Okay, mum. Say it again.”

“It’s Y/N. There’s been a terrible accident, Liam. I don’t know if she’s going to make it.” My eyes immediately began to water and I ran a hand over my face.

“Which hospital? Is she okay?”

“Just get here quickly, son.” She told me the hospital and I immediately found Niall to take me to the hospital since I caught a ride with him in the first place. He didn’t waste a second asking stupid questions when I told him we needed to get to the hospital with Y/N. Louis and Harry noticed our rush and asked to come along, as well. It took us about twenty minutes to get to the hospital but it felt like forever. I ran through the hallways, every dark thought imaginable running through my head. What would I do if I lost her? What if I don’t get to say goodbye? What if I have to learn to live in a world where she doesn’t exist? Can I live in a world where she doesn’t? I finally got to the waiting room and my eyes quickly found my Mum.

“Where is she?”

“She’s in 323.” I went to turn away but she grabbed my arm.

“Be prepared, son.” I ran down the hallway and found her room. I paused outside of the door; preparing myself as mum said to do. When I opened the door, I almost hit the floor. There were tubes sticking out from pretty much everywhere. Blood was matted in her hair and there were scratches covering her beautiful face. I slowly sank into the chair beside her bed and tears found their way down my cheeks.

“What happened to you?” My shaking hand found hers and I prayed to feel her squeeze back but nothing happened. I kissed her knuckles and with every kiss, I prayed that my beautiful girl would open her eyes or squeeze my hand. I had just finished my last prayer when the door opened up and Louis stepped in. He immediately began crying

“I’m sorry, mate. I am so sorry.” I didn’t say anything. Louis and I just sat in silence and listened to the beeping of her monitor. After a few minutes, Louis spoke. “Your mum told me what happened.”

“Tell me.” I turned around to face him and I could tell he didn’t want to.

“Liam, I-”

“Just tell me, Louis. Please.” He sighed and I could tell he was going to give in.

“Remember how she kept telling you there was something wrong with the front end but no one had any time to have it looked at?” I nodded my head and he kept looking at me

“She was right?” I said through a sob. He looked down and nodded, tears leaving his eyes to fall on the floor. I couldn’t believe it. I was too busy with meetings and tour and rehearsing to have my girlfriend’s car checked out and now she’s lying here and I have no idea if she’s ever going to wake up.

“Mr. Payne?” I was brought from my thoughts by a doctor standing where Louis had been just moments before. I didn’t even hear him come in. I nodded at the doctor and he tried to give me a small smile. “She has a large amount of internal bleeding and a mild concussion. One of her lungs have collapsed. That’s what the tubes are for. Right now, she can’t fully breathe on her own but we’re hoping that will improve. She can a little bit but not completely. It’s a waiting game, Mr. Payne.”

“Is she going to make it?” He sighed and closed the folder he was looking at.

“Ask me that question in a week. Right now, she is alive.”

“Can she hear me?”

“Many people say they can. It never hurts to try.” I sat down beside her after the doctor left and took her hand in mine.

“If you can hear me, I just want you to know that I love you and that I am so sorry I never took the time to have your car looked at. This is all my fault and I am so so sorry. I will never be able to forgive myself for this. I don’t know what I’ll do if I lose you. I’ll go absolutely mad.” I stopped talking for a minute and just watched her chest rise and then fall but I knew that wasn’t all her. That was the machine. I sighed and began crying again. “You’re the fire in my heart. I hope you know that. I’m not afraid of anything; from death to the dark. The only thing I am absolutely terrified of is losing you. I can’t lose you.” I rested my head on her hand and let myself cry. “Please squeeze my hand. Please let me know you can hear me.” I waited and waited and nothing happened. I continued to cry but I never let go of her hand. I just stared at it. Try again, Liam. “Baby, if you can hear me, please try your hardest to squeeze my hand.” I waited. I stared at her hand. Just when I was about to give up, her fragile fingers wrapped themselves around my hand. Hope was not lost.

A/N: Hey guys! I hope you liked this one! Keep sending in requests! Love you all! (: xx