that he's gonna be home and playing football more

A Story showing kindness.

One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school. His name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his books. I thought to myself, “Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd.” I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friend tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on. As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him. He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes. My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him and as he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I saw a tear in his eye.

As I handed him his glasses, I said, “Those guys are jerks. They really should get lives.” He looked at me and said, “Hey thanks!” There was a big smile on his face. It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude.

I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived. As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before. He said he had gone to private school before now. I would have never hung out with a private school kid before.

We talked all the way home, and I carried his books. He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I asked him if he wanted to play football on Saturday with me and my friends. He said yes. We hung all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him. And my friends thought the same of him.

Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again. I stopped him and said, “Damn boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!” He just laughed and handed me half the books. Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends. When we were seniors, began to think about college. Kyle decided on Georgetown, and I was going to Duke. I knew that we would always be friends, that the smiles would never be a problem. He was going to be a doctor, and I was going for business on a football scholarship. Kyle was valedictorian of our class.

I teased him all the time about being a nerd. He had to prepare a speech for graduation. I was so glad it wasn’t me having to get up there and speak. Graduation day, I saw Kyle.

He looked great. He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school. He filled out and actually looked good in glasses. He had more dates than me and all the girls loved him! Boy, sometimes I was jealous.

Today was one of those days. I could see that he was nervous about his speech. So, I smacked him on the back and said, “Hey, big guy, you’ll be great!” He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled. “Thanks,” he said.

As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began. “Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years. Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach … but mostly your friends. I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. I am going to tell you a story.” I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met. He had planned to kill himself over the weekend. He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn’t have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home. He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile. “Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable.” I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment.

I saw his Mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile. Not until that moment did I realize its depth. Never underestimate the power of your actions.

With one small gesture you can change a person’s life. For better or for worse. God puts us all in each other’s lives to impact one another in some way. Look for God in others.

So Many Stars (Ch. 25)

Pairing: Phan
Genre: Chaptered, English teachers in Japan AU
Word Count: 5,901 words
Warnings: Slight angst, food mentions, implied sexy times
Description: There, but for the grace of you, go I

Read Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3 | Ch. 4 | Ch. 5 | Ch. 6 | Ch. 7 | Ch. 8 | Ch. 9 | Ch. 10 | Ch. 11 | Ch. 12 | Ch. 13 | Ch. 14 | Ch. 15 | Ch. 16 | Ch. 17 | Ch. 18 | Ch. 19 | Ch. 20 | Ch. 21 | Ch. 22 | Ch. 23 | Ch. 24

A/N: i am eternally grateful to everyone who has read and loved this story. writing it has been such an incredible experience. thank you all!

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He woke up some time later to the buzzing of his phone by his ear.

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Baby Series 2: You Bring the Baby Home.

Sorry these are rather short- I just figured this one would be best short and sweet!

Liam- “Welcome home Taylor.” You said softly as Liam pulled into your driveway. “This is where you’re going to live sweetie!” Liam said as he opened up the back seat where Taylor’s car-seat was and you sat beside. “Look it! It looks like Uncle Zayn made a big sign for you!” Liam said to her gently taking her out of the car, pointing to the sign in the yard that said ‘IT’S A GIRL! Congrats Liam and (YN)’ on it in big graffiti letters. “I’m so happy to be home with my little girl and her daddy.” You said giving Liam a kiss as he tried to hold on to Taylor and help you at the same time. “I can’t believe we’re a family now.” Liam said as you all walked up to the front door as a family. “Welcome home Taylor Nicola, welcome home.”

Niall- “And this is the kitchen where mummy makes us lots of yummy food!” Niall said showing Zac around the house with his eyes wide opened being he took quite the nap on the way home from the hospital this evening. “And this is the living room, where we started. Hopefully now that we are all present and accounted for we can make loads of memories in here!” Niall said sitting down in his chair with Zac in his arms. “You’re such a good dad.” You said to Niall from the couch where you hadn’t moved from since you got home due to your c-section. “I can only hope babe, I am so proud of you. ” Niall said with a smile as he looked down at his son that was finally home.

Louis- “Well here is your home pretty girl.” Louis said walking into Brielle’s nursery after you were both released from the hospital shortly ago. “I hope you like the color mummy insisted on the bright pink, I was going for more of a subtle yellow but mummy won as usual. You’re gonna be just like your mum, always getting what you want!” Louis whispered in her ear being she was sleeping. “I can’t believe you’re finally here! and I can’t wait to teach you to play football!” Louis said loosing the whisper in his voice. “Louis shhhh!” You said for the 300th time since she was born a few days ago. “(YN) You know I have one voice and one voice only love!” Louis said. “Yeah and you need to work on that or you can take care of her every-time you wake her up!” You said knowing Louis would take perfect care of Bri even if he didn’t have to.

Harry- “Finally home and away from those crazy people.” You sighed as you sat down at the first chair you found and put Darcy down beside you, Harry following behind. “Hey you were the on who wanted to go to the birth center for more privacy!” Harry said mocking you. “Well it was fine until I was in pain and they were being idiots who thought it was cute to make m follow my fucking birth plan!” You said loud and quick. “Harry diving down and covering Darcy’s ears. ”(YN)!“ Harry said giving you 'the look’. "I know I’m sorry baby I had to get that off my chest.” You said to both Harry and Darcy who somehow hadn’t woken up from your yelling. “But anyways I am so happy to be home with the two loves of my life.” you said with a smile embracing what it would be like to finally be a family.

“Well, we’re finally here Nia!” Zayn said walking into your house, Nia I one arm and helping you with his other. “This is so real.” You said as the first place you went to was her pale pink nursery big enough for 20 babies. “I can’t believe we are going to get to watch her grow up here and become a beautiful lady just like her brave, and strong mum.” Zayn said as he sat down in the rocking hair that said 'Dad’ on it next to the one you sat down in that said 'Mum’ with Nia in your arms. “She looks just like Waliyah..” You said staring at your newborn. “Yeah she does..” Zayn said with giggle. “But she has you’re pretty blue eyes.” Zayn said as you continued to look at your girl in her beautiful home.

His eyes were always drawn to her. Always. Everything she did was just so mesmerizing to him: the way her lips moved as she tried to enunciate certain words, the way she’d subtly try to flick her hair out of her face without using her fingers but couldn’t, the way she seemed to radiate in the sunlight, the rays hitting her skin perfectly. She wasn’t even trying, but for some reason she was all he could focus on. 

Even now, when he was supposed to be kicking the football around the field with the lads, he couldn’t tear his eyes away. She was there sitting on the bleachers, her bubblegum pink tongue resting on her smooth coral lips, her eyes following the words printed in the newest novel she’d borrowed from the library. Her legs were crossed and that stupid strand of hair had fallen into her face again, which made Niall’s hand itch to move it away. 

“Hey lover boy,” Louis shouted from the other side of the field. “You gonna play or what?”

Niall seemed to process this for a minute, weighing out the pros and the cons of staying there. He really loved playing football with his mates, but he’d be damned if he said he didn’t like seeing his girl in his bed even more. “Uh, I think I’ll just go home lads. Sorry. We can play another time.”

“You can’t leave,” Liam protested. “You’re our defense!”

“Yeah,” Harry chimed in. “I can’t be defense by myself! I suck without a partner.”

“Sorry lads, but I just don’t feel up for it today,” Niall shrugged. “Maybe some other time.”

He quickly jogged away from the grumbles of dissent behind him and up to the bleachers. Grabbing her wrist and her purse, he sprinted towards his Range Rover and pushed her into the passenger seat. 

“What happene–”

She’d barely finished the sentence before his lips met hers in a fervent kiss. Her slender fingers trailed along his jawline before tangling in his recently dyed locks and he let out a small moan. “Backseat,” he muttered against her lips, tugging on the hemline of her shirt. “I can’t wait until we get home.”

She giggled and pulled off his already sweaty jersey, and as he undid the button on her shorts, he was glad that the windows were tinted.