through your iphone


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Summary: Dean meets the reader at a party and he finds out something about her that he doesn’t expect.

Prompt: “Will you for once stop thinking with your dick!”

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Requested: @blackcherrywhiskey

“Damn she’s fine.” Dean growls under his breath, practically eye fucking you as you stroll into the frat party.

“That’s Y/N. She’s cool. And a law major too so we have a good amount of classes together.” Sam explains before polishing  off his beer and chucking the empty can into the trash.

“Her friend is pretty good looking too. Let’s get on that and do a double date, man. I get Y/N though. You get…”

“Kelly. She’s Y/N’s girlfriend.” Sam finishes with an amused smirk followed by a full on snicker. Dean doesn’t catch on at first making his younger brother  laugh even harder.

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No String Attached: Pt. 2

Pairing: Kol x Reader (Ft. Rebekah & Freya)

Warnings: Used a lot of gifs because why not.

Word Count: 1994


(Two Weeks Later…)

This whole joyride and no strings attached thing with Kol has been fun. But, something has happened that you never planned on letting happen ever. You’ve been thinking about it for a few days now, allowing yourself enough time to put some thought into it that you surprisingly started gaining feelings for Kol. You don’t know how it happened, but it just did. 

Seeing couples do romantic things made a part of you wish you had something like that with Kol. Even when you were at the beach with him, you noticed a girl check out his perfect abs and that made you a little jealous. You couldn’t allow these feelings to stay with you any longer so you insisted on putting this to an end by having a talk with him about it today.

You texted him to meet you at the Mystic Grill and that’s exactly what he did.

You sat at a booth and scrolled through your iPhone to kill time. Once Kol arrived, he scanned around until he finally saw you and sat across from you. “What do I owe the pleasure, darling?”

You set your phone down on the table and rested your elbows on the table. “Well let me just get straight to the point. This thing we have going on. I have to put it to an end.”

“And why’s that? Not that I mind. But I’m curious.” Kol furrowed his brows.

“I kind of want to start dating again.” You couldn’t face telling him how you really feel because you wanted to spare yourself the pain of hearing him say he doesn’t feel the same. Plus, you know that in time, your feelings for him will start to fade. So, you came up with that lie.

Kol stifled a laugh. “Dating? Funny. Last I heard, you wanted to be single for a long while.”

“Correct. But I, I’ve changed my mind Kol.” You leaned back, crossing your arms.

“I suppose.” Kol uttered. “Well, it was quite fun while it lasted.”

(The following day…)

Today you, Kol, Rebekah and Freya made plans to go clubbing because why not. You brought a change of clothes and your makeup so that you can get ready with the girls at their place.

After finishing on your makeup, you go to the bathroom to change into your outfit for tonight. Walking out, Kol appears, making you jump from surprise. “Dammit Kol!” You punched him in the chest, but that didn’t phase him whatsoever because original vampire strength and all.

Kol let out a laugh. “Frightened much?” He gave you an elevator look as you were walking down the hall. “Hey hey!” He hurried to stop you.

“What?” You questioned him.

“What in the devil are you wearing?” He gave you a disgusted look, but you continued to walk back to the room that Rebekah and Freya are in.

“Um clubbing attire?” You looked at Rebekah, hoping she would back you up.

“More like slutty attire.” Kol blurted as he was walking around the room confidently. He wasn’t a fan of your outfit at all, but you didn’t care.

“Oh shut it, Kol.” Rebekah said half-aloud, shooting a stank eye at Kol, then gave you a wink.

“If it was Elijah that made a remark about my outfit, that makes sense. But Kol Mikaelson out of all people?” You stated while you sat on the edge of the bed to put on your heels.

“Seeing that you’re neither Elijah, nor her boyfriend. You can keep your mouth shut.” Freya added as she was putting on her lipstick.

“Whatever. No matter. I’ll be downstairs.” Kol snarled then went on his way.

“That was-” You said, then Freya finished for you. “Uncomfortable.”

“Just give Kol a blood bag and he’ll be back to being dandy.” Rebekah stated.

(15 minutes later…)

The four of you took a cab to the club so that you all can drink and have a good time.

Arriving there, the music was bumpin and it was pretty packed. But not to the point where people are shoulder to shoulder just yet.

Thankfully, Kol was in a better mood which made everyone feel at ease because nobody likes a Debbie downer.

The first thing that the four of you did was go to the bar and ordered a round of shots that Kol paid for.

“Alright. I’m ready for another!” You had a long week of work so you needed it. Plus, the thought of having to cut yourself off from having sex for a long while was a little saddening.

“I’ll pass on this one. I’m going to use the loo.” Kol said in a loud tone because of the loud music. Before going to the bathroom, he bent down to your ear. “Here’s my card.” Kol pulled his card out, handing it to you. “Order whatever you like.”

“Um okay? Are you sure?” You questioned Kol. What’s it to him right now? He must’ve felt bad for talking down on you about your outfit, so this could be his way of apologizing. Instead of Kol answering your question, he left to the bathroom.

“Y/N! Here! Here!” Freya nudged at your arm to get your attention, handing you your shot. Everything was happening so fast left and right.

“Cheers!” Rebekah shouted excitedly.

“To us!” You added as you raised your shot glass. The three of you tapped your glasses and chugged your shot, letting the dark liquor shoot down your throat. Afterwards, you all slammed the shot glasses on the bar counter.

“Come on. Let’s go dance guys.” Freya grabbed Rebekah’s hand, then reached hers out for you to grab hers but you declined.

“I’ll wait here for Kol to get back, then we’ll meet back up with you guys.”

Rebekah shrugged her shoulders, then her and Freya danced their way to the dance floor. Seeing how eager they were to have fun made you smile. You called for the bartender to order yourself a mixed drink with Kol’s card.

Your drink is in hand and all paid for. Kol finally arrives back from the bathroom. “Took you long enough. We’re you going number 2 or something?” You teased.

“You’re a funny one, aren’t you.” Kol grinned and  leaned over to sip out of the straw, chugging almost half of your drink. You look at him with wide eyes and he pulls back. “Ah.”

“That’s my favorite song!” You squealed, then grabbed Kol’s hand and rushed over to the dance floor to find his sisters so that you all can dance together.

The club got a little more packed compared to when you first arrived which made it even harder to find them. But to the hell with it. You didn’t want to miss out dancing to your favorite song, plus you were buzzing so you stuck with just Kol for now. He’s not a high maintenance person when it comes to a night out, so he was always down to do whatever.

You were feeling yourself as you were dancing to the song with Kol. He gazed at you, but you were too caught up in the moment to notice. Then, as you were swaying your hips to the rhythm, he thought it was appropriate to brush his hands along your waist. 

You were puzzled as to why Kol was getting all touchy-feely since you just recently had a talk with him about not messing around anymore. Maybe the alcohol was getting to him, but you couldn’t help by allow him to. And god damn, the alcohol was definitely getting to you though because you were so tempted to lock lips with him.

Your arms were now sloppily around his neck as the two of you danced together, faces also started getting closer, but once the song changed, you quickly snapped out of it. That’s also when you finally spotted Rebekah and Freya. You can see their heads peaking up trying to look for you and Kol. “Hey!” You called out. Thankfully you caught their attention and they scurried over.

“Oh thank heavens. We were looking for you two!” Rebekah blurted. It was obvious she was a little drunk. Same with Freya, because you could see a drunk looking smirk on her face. All you could think about right now is how annoyed Klaus is going to be when Rebekah and Freya’s drunkasses make a ruckus at home, which is quite hilarious actually.

“Same, sister.” Kol smiled as he shook his head at his drunk sisters.

You were already feeling good and figured you deserved another drink. “I’ll be back guys. I’m gonna go buy a drink.” You said.

“Let me go with you!” Freya started walking towards the bar, but you stopped her before she could pass you.

“Um I don’t think so.” You laughed at how she couldn’t even walk a straight line. “I think you’ve had enough, Freya.” You definitely get your tolerance from your dad because you’re not even close to being drunk yet. She didn’t take it personal, so she stayed behind with her siblings.

The bar area was pretty packed now, so you waited your turn for the bartender to ask for your drink. While you’re waiting, you can see a man just a few feet from you shooting you a look from the corner of your eye. He couldn’t have been more discreet about it. “Hey beautiful.” He said to you, revealing a grin.

“Oh hey there.” You responded with a sweet smile. The stranger definitely was good looking, you couldn’t lie to yourself about that.

“I’m Darrell. What’s your name?” He puts his hand out to shake yours.

“Y/N.” You shook Darrell’s hand.

“How about I buy you a drink Y/N.”

“Uh sure. Thanks.” No harm, no foul. It’s not like you’re planning on going home with the guy. So if you wanted to flirt, you’re going to flirt. Plus, you even noticed a couple of girls here and there check out Kol.

You and Darrell we’re only having small talk, but right before he hands you the drink he bought you, Kol comes from out of the blue. “That won’t be necessary.”

You grimaced. “Kol, what are you-” 

“Oh shit. I’m sorry, I didn’t know you have a boyfriend.” Darrell apologizes.

You let out a fake laugh. “I don’t actually.”

“Tell me, who is this wanker?” Kol mean mugs the hell out of Darrell, making him feel extremely awkward.

“Here. Just take it. It’s no problem.” Darrell attempts to hand you your drink, but Kol blocks the way with his body, standing right between you two.

“Why don’t you sod off.” Kol said, compelling him. Darrell willingly walked away, leaving with both drinks.

“What the hell was that?” You grabbed Kol’s forearm to turn his view to you.

“It’s best you don’t know.” Kol responded without looking you in the eye while he walked towards the front door instead of to his sisters. They were too caught up in dancing they didn’t seem to care where their brother decided to wander off to.

“Is he like a vampire or something, buying me a drink in an attempt to kidnap me?” You scowled at Kol and of course, he ignored you. He even walked out the door without holding it open for you. 

Once you reached outside, he was no where in sight. You figured he vampire sped to get away from you. Very mature. 

Kol owes you answers for basically ruining your night because you weren’t even able to dance the night away with Rebekah and Freya like you planned in your head.

Your mind was telling you to go back inside and let him be so that you can have fun, but you know it’ll just end up consuming you throughout the night. So instead, you called a cab to take you back to the Mikaelson compound, where you know Kol left off to.

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Running into your ex, Harry (AU)

Or when neither of you can remember why you broke up anyway, and it’s just dinner right?

Sundays are your favorite day. Sundays are meant for cozy snuggles, farmers markets, coffee shops and used bookstores. This particular Sunday you woke with a smile, already looking forward to the soothing sips of a hot coffee and smells of the old worn pages of books.

Today is one of the first days in months you feel a lasting feeling of happiness. Pushing up and towards the bathroom, you can’t help the little pep in your step.

Groaning as you catch a glance of yourself in the mirror, you shimmy your baggy pajamas off your legs and head towards the shower. As the water flows over your skin, your brain begins to wake up and plan the morning to come.

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anonymous asked:

106 for an imagine plz and thx :p

106. He’s been like that all day

(sorry these are all coming out a bit late i’m being an informed citizen and keeping up with the election fro president and im sdfjsdlkfj)

Your name: submit What is this?

“He’s not just sick?”

You saw his manager shake their head through the screen of your iPhone, “He’s been like that all day.”

Nodding your head, you leaned back on your bed.  It was early in the morning where you were, but wherever Shawn was in the world, it was closer to the evening.  His manager had FaceTimed you worried because Shawn wasn’t his usual self.  

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Pregnancy drabble #12

12. Telling the media (full list)

You scrolled through your iPhone; seeing people tweeting about the recent rumors of you being pregnant—well it’s not exactly a rumor but you and Justin haven’t exactly confirmed or denied it yet. The only people who know are the people you need to: your family, his family, and yours/his friends. Justin’s fingers dug into your foot, your head titling back at the pleasure sparking up your spine. “Baby,” You mumbled, his eyes flickering away from the television, humming in response. “I think we should tell everyone about the baby now—and by everyone I mean your fans and stuff because there’s so many crazy rumors going around and I’m kind of tired of people saying I’m either ‘getting fat’…which is rude or pregnant.” You explained, moving your feet from off his lap, sitting up along with him.

“Are you sure?” He asked, digging into his grey sweatpants, pulling out his phone. You nodded your head, just wanting to get it over with—the sooner you confirmed it the faster the rumors will stop. “Okay,” He grinned, standing up from the suede couch, the sun glistening through the glass window onto his tan chest. “Stand over there,” He pointed, towards the window, the camera open on his phone screen. You walked over to the glass window, wondering what he’s doing, standing infront of it. “Now put your hands on your belly,” He instructed. You eye balled him since you’re only in one of his long t-shirts and some boy shorts. “Babe please,” He pouted, holding up his phone in front of him, ready to take the picture.

“Fine, but can we get ice cream after this, I really want some.” You whimpered, sticking out your bottom lip in a pout.

“Whatever you want princess,” He cooed, shifting his weight to his other foot. You placed both your hands on your belly, looking down at your baby boy in the womb. You heard the sound of the camera, Justin snapping a pictures as you changed poses, smiling at Justin, his face lighting up. “Okay baby I think I got it,” He said, scrolling the pictures he took of you. You wandered over to him, watching him click on Instagram and load one of the pictures, typing the caption as “Can’t wait for my beautiful wife to bring the greatest gift to me into this world.” You smiled from ear to ear, grinning up at him as he pressed post.

“I can’t wait either.” You giggled, wrapping your arms around his torso, kissing the side of his mouth sweetly.

What If I Never See You Because We’re Both On A Stage (Michael Clifford)

This is very, very loosely based off of the song “Waiting Game” by Banks. Listen to it here.

There will most likely be a part two to this, if I get enough response. Enjoy :) 

“As if it were that fucking easy, Michael,” you hissed back at him through your iPhone. He was currently playing a show in God knows where, while you were in just as much of a random place yourself, playing guitar for your own band. Michael had somehow decided that he could magically fix your loneliness and isolation by having you listening to one of his newer, not yet released songs.

“Why not, y/n?” Michael sighed in defeat, not wanting to argue but feeling that this conversation was headed that direction anyway.

“It’s not the fucking same, Michael. Listening to your voice in a god damn song will not cure the fact that I haven’t seen you in months,” your anger was flowing freely, unable to be confined.

“Babe, you know I want to see you more than anything. But our touring schedules are so fucked, we literally cannot see each other.” His voice sounded sad, but distant. He was hiding his vulnerability by his logic. You two knew this would happen. You knew that touring would put a strain on your relationship. You knew it and you fought your instinct to run away from the struggle, but you loved Mikey with every inch of your soul. You needed him too much to be this far from him.

“Maybe we shouldn’t see each other at all then,” you scoffed, gasping at your own harsh words. “Mikey, I, fuck. I didn’t mean that,” you tried to create an explanation for yourself, not finding one despite your best efforts.

“No, y/n,” Michael breathed, doing his best to keep him voice dry, though there were tears forming in his eyes.  

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if you are at a concert - enjoy it, this is the time of your life,
you are there your favourite band plays right in front of you
goddammit don’t watch it through your iphone screen, you can literally watch videos of them everyday but right now you are there and you get to experience it and it might be a once in a lifetime chance, don’t waste it to take two million blurry photos


You couldn’t sleep. It’s weird, after a long day you’d normally collapse into bed, exhausted by the day’s events. Instead, you lay there in your pajamas wide awake. You urged yourself to drift off, but sleep doesn’t come. The time comes when you have nothing else to do but wait.


You picked up your phone, hoping that he’d still be awake.
The familiar buzz tone sounded off rhythmically. A click.
“Hullo…,” A groggy voice echoed through your iPhone.
“Luke, I can’t sleep.”
You heard a rustle, and a few footsteps.
“I’ll be right there, babe. Give me 5 minutes,”
You hung up and collapsed back onto your bed.
Soon enough, 5 minutes passed and you heard your door open, as your boyfriend, Luke trudged into your bedroom. He dropped his coat to the floor, and took off his scuffed flip flops. He climbed into your bed, an kissed you lightly on the forehead.
“Hey there, beautiful, you okay?” his deep, sleepy, raspy voice whispered into your ear as you pulled him close to you. He snuggled into you, letting you place your head onto his chest, his heartbeat lulling you to sleep.
His strong arms wrapped around you, keeping you warm. You could hear him breathing in and out. And you knew that moment, as you were finally drifting off, that you were the person that loved him most in the world.

A/N: Well shit. I wrote this one during the summer, my first 5SOS One Shot :) Lmk if you want more! Please request any time. My next pref is coming out soon, I just thought I should share this with you ;) xxx, gabi

Worldwide Writers: Thunderstorms

** A/N: This is the 4th edition of Worldwide Writers! [This is just a little extra for this week!] Keep in mind, these writings will not be included on my master list, or affiliated with my preferences, as they are not written by me! I hope you enjoy! xx **


“Oh my goodness, Harry! It is not a word!” You sighed at your husband.

“‘Frindle’ is a word.” He stubbornly responded.
Another sigh slipped from your lips. “Do I need to start reading with Ellie from now on? Because if so, I will be glad to correct our daughters current mindset of the book.“

“Look it up and then you’ll believe me.” He leaned back against the sofa with his arms folded across his chest. “You’ll believe me.”

“Okay.” You smirked. You turned behind you to reach for the charging phone on the floor by you. As soon as you pressed the on button, the screen went back to black. And then the living room lights shut off, along with the television. “Great, just great.” you mumbled.

“Mummy! Daddy!” Ellie screamed from upstairs.

“Coming Hon!” You jumped up, your motherly instincts kicking in. “Babe, can you get the candles set?”

“Sure Love.”

You entered your daughters room to find her clutching onto her teddy bear Anne purchased for her birthday as if her life depended on it. Her bright eyes were wide with water streaking down her cheeks from them.

“Oh, my poor baby. It’s okay, I’ve got you.” You reached down to cradle her in your arms. Immediately, she latched one of her arms around your neck while the other still held the bear close to her body. “No more tears, hm?”

She nodded her head in agreement as you carried her out of the darkened room that was once bright and cheery.

Harry was just finishing up lighting the last of the eight candles he set up in the living room. His ears perked at the sound of you and Ellie’s presence, his head whipping around to see you too. At the sight of his frightened child, the once playful glow had disappeared and was now replaced with sadness.

You sat on the floor in Harry’s previous spot from playing Scrabble with your daughter still in your arms. He joined you both by sitting next to you and wrapping his arms around your shoulders. The house was now filled with silence instead of the small quarrel you and your husband had been doing and the romance comedy that had been playing on the television.

Outside, rain hit every part of the earth and while you were trying to be a good mother by staying up with your scared Ellie, you couldn’t help but nod your head in sleepiness at the soothing sound of the water.

“Were you and mummy playing your word game again, daddy?” Ellie asked quietly.

“We sure were love. And you know who was winning?” Harry answered. His hand was rubbing up and down your arm in a soothing manner, which made you close your eyes at the touch.


“This guy right here. I was about to put down the word ‘Frindle’ but your mummy wouldn’t let me because she wanted to win.” By the tone of his voice, you could just hear him smirking.

“Not true. Daddy was about to cheat by putting down a made-up word.” You were instantly awake now after hearing his words.

“But I thought that ‘Frindle’ was a word?” Ellie questioned.

“Love, not everything your father says will always be true.” You giggled.


The sound of the thunder caused another eye roll from Niall as you giggled at his childish behavior.

An hour ago, you had just put down your son Grayson for his afternoon nap. Shortly afterwards, a thunderstorm had began but it didn’t wake your sleeping 7-month old baby. You had told Niall earlier this morning that a storm was coming and that it was best to charge his phone then instead of waiting until it would die. He didn’t listen and when he began to charge it during the storm, the power shut off quickly.

Now, you laid on your grumpy husbands bare chest while you scrolled through your 98% charged iPhone.

“I don’t know why you’re getting mad. I told you to charge it. But who didn’t listen?” You giggled once again.

“You’re lucky I love you as my wife and that you’re not Greg.” He pouted.

Another sound of thunder and the house shook. At this nature-like gesture, Grayson woke up crying. You hopped out of bed to rescue him, completely forgetting about Niall’s sour mood.

Grayson laid in his crib, kicking his legs in an angry manner. His tiny fists were balled up, mouth wide open that let out cries.

“Sh, sh, it’s okay! Mommy’s got you!” You picked him up. You placed his body against your chest, one hand resting on the back of his head. “It’s alright, Honey.”

By the time you got back to the bedroom, Niall had out his guitar and it looked like his mood was disappeared.

“What? Are you feeling better now?” You teased.

“Shut up and come over here so that I can play a tune for you both.” He chuckled.


“Delilah, how many eggs do we need?” You asked your four year-old as you turned around to pre-heat the oven.

“Nine.” she chirped.

Your movements froze at her response. That’s too many, you thought.

“Honey Bunch, that’s a 6. The upside-down version of a 9. It’s also less than 9.” Liam corrected her with a chuckle.

“Oh.” she said.

“Delilah, are you wearing your glasses?” You questioned. There was a long pause and when you turned around to face her, your answers were correct. She stared back at you with big brown eyes, the pink glasses you purchased her a couples months prior not in sight. You only chuckled. “Goodness gracious.”

The moment you said those words, lightning cracked through the sky and the power inside your cozy home shut off instantly. Glancing at the stove, you noticed that the time on the clock was no longer there in bright green.

“Goodness gracious.” Liam echoed.

“What do we do now?” Delilah asked. She grabbed the bowl of flour and pulled it near her to play around in it. If there was one thing you knew well about your child, it was that she always knew how to bring the joy back.

“Well, we’ve got the ingredients out so–” Liam began before a ball of flour hit his face.

“Daddy, you look like a clown!” Delilah giggled uncontrollably, her hand covered in white.

“And you will too!” he grinned before doing the same to her and adding you into the mix.

In thirty minutes, the power had come back on but the three of you had long forgotten about the baking you were planning on doing as the food fight continued.


You lived for moments like this with your family of three. Lou and you were snuggled up on the couch with a blanket draped over your legs as the action film played on the television screen. Below your feet were your twins,Tyler and Grace, playing with Lego blocks and occasionally bickering in their baby language at who had what block.

Thunder rumbled outside across the sky, loud and clear for the four of you to hear it. Tyler’s movements froze and he was quick to whine.

“What’s wrong babe? You cooed as you reached for him. He cradled himself into your arms as he continued whining. “We’re safe and sound, remember?” Your lips pressed into his forehead.

“Someone seems to be a bit jealous, eh?” Louis spoke as he pressed a pouting Grace to his chest. Her glare was directed at you.

“Hey, don’t give me that look.” You teased. “Mummy loves you and Tyler equally.”

“Both of us.” Louis said.

“And we’ll protect you both from anything equally”

This piece was written by niya98! Check out her account for more 1D related things like blurbs, photos, and more! xx

Surprise Visit [Calum]

Anonymous said: Can do one where your dating Calum and he’s been gone on tour for a while and you really miss him, so you surprise him at one of his shows? Thanks! I love your blog! :)

A/N I’m so sorry, I wrote this soooo long ago and completely forgot to post it. Well, I forgot all about it actually. Oops? This is going to have a 2nd part because it’ll need one.

P.S. Hope you enjoy it! Let me know what you think :)

Part 2


How many months had it been since Calum had left for the tour? Up to now it was four months… Four horribly long months. You’d been dating Calum Hood, band member of 5SOS, for two years now and it had been anything but easy. When the band started to get globally famous, it meant he had to be away from you for much longer periods of time. It did take a strain on your relationship; it got harder every day.

You couldn’t deny your immense pride and happiness for Calum and the boys, but it was just so hard sometimes. For hours now you’d been slouched on the sofa in your front room aimlessly flicking through channels on the TV. Absolutely nothing good was on as per usual. Why did no channels play good shows anymore?

Sighing, you chucked the TV remote on the chair beside you and flipped your phone in between your fingers. Boredom was like a curse, it was a lingering cloud of doom that just sat above your head. Just as you were about the click the TV off and go upstairs, something came on that actually captured your interest.

The new video for Amnesia began to play on the screen and you felt your heart sink to your feet. When Calum’s face appeared on the screen, you erupted into a sobbing that continued even after the video ended. You couldn’t even believe how badly it affected you to see him but not be able to feel him. Honestly, you could almost feel your sanity slipping out of you grasp and it was getting fairly concerning.

Picking up your phone you clicked dial above Calum’s name, only to be sent to voicemail. Flinging your phone off the floor, you heard the screens glass crack but you no longer cared. It was insured anyway. Pacing the living room, you furiously ran your fingers through your hair knowing just how much you needed Calum right now. Sleeping with one half of the bed empty was like sleeping with a broken heart. You woke up every morning expecting his husky morning voice to greet you with ‘Morning beautiful’ like it used to before he went away, but it never did. It hadn’t since he left.

Your phone began to vibrate on the floor and you rushed to grab it. Honestly, you believed it was without a doubt going to be Calum.

But it wasn’t.

“Hey (y/n), how’re – wait are you crying?” Michael’s voice flooded through the other end of the phone and your heart sunk further. If that was even possible.

You sniffled before responding, “No, I’m totally fine. Being alone is the greatest thing in the entire world. Thanks for asking.” You couldn’t have sounded any bitchier. Michael knew better than to snap at you when you were like this. Out of all the boys, he was your closest friend, besides Calum. He was the one that introduced you to Calum in the first place because you’d been friends for many years prior to that happening.

“What do you mean by 'alone’? You know you’re never alone, you’ve got me, Cal –”

You couldn’t stop yourself from interrupting him, “well it sure doesn’t feel like I have any of you. These stupid time zones are messing with me. I miss him so much, Mikey. It’s tearing me apart; I can’t deal with this for much longer.”

“I know, I know. But it’s not much longer now! Like… Two months and we’ll all be home!” He tried to sound excited, but it didn’t make this any easier on you.

“Two months, too long. Mikey I literally can’t function without him. You don’t get how hard this is, I hate waking up to a half empty bed and going to sleep without him there. I hate knowing that I’ll go to work and come back and be as alone as ever. The distance fucking sucks.” You hated whining to Michael, you knew this wasn’t his fault.

But he did understand you more than you initially realised, he’d lost the love of his life because of a similar situation to this just a year back. If he’d been able to be with her more than he was, then they one hundred percent would’ve still been together to that day.  But no matter what he did, he couldn’t win her back and he’s not coped very well with it ever since.

“I have an idea!” Michael burst out; the joy in his voice was somewhat confusing.

“What is it?”

“How about I pay for you to come out here? I mean I’m not saying you couldn’t pay for yourself. It’s just from the UK to the LA is pretty expensive and I mean I don’t want you blowing all your cash on it when I have plenty to spare.” His rambling was one of the cutest things about him by far.

“Mikey, come on, there’s no way I can let you do that for me. It’s not fair.”

“Yes you can let me do it and you will. Anyway, you’ve got no choice I’ve booked your flight already.” Just as he said that an email came through on your iPhone.

“Why are you doing all of this for me?” You couldn’t help but ask. Nobody but Calum would ever do something like this for you, well until now.

“It’s not just for you… Calum’s been really struggling with being away from you. He hasn’t been himself recently and the lads and me are just really worried about him. We knew the only way to cheer him up would be if you were here.” It broke your heart to hear that Calum wasn’t doing well either.  “Get all your stuff together in the next hour and a half; you’re boarding the plane in three hours.”

“But, what about work?”

“It’s all sorted, I rang them for you and said there’d been a family crisis and you weren’t sure when you’d be back.” He said it like it was no big deal.

“Michael!” You scolded him.

“Bye, (y/n), love ya!” With that, Michael hung up the phone and you started racing around the apartment. He’d clearly had this planned all day and just not bothered to tell you.

Pulling the medium-sized suitcase out of your wardrobe, you threw random items of clothing inside of it in a messy fashion. You decided you’d iron the clothes while you were there otherwise you’d never make it in time for the flight. Anything you forgot, you’d just buy while you were there. You had to make a mental note to remember to get some dollars while you were at the airport.

Everything was ready about an hour later and you called a taxi to take you to the airport. Thankfully, you didn’t live all that far from the airport so you’d get there fairly quickly. When the taxi arrived, you dumped your suitcase in the back and sat in the front beside the driver. The driver asked where you needed to go, although that was pretty obvious considering the suitcase.

After a fairly boring, twenty minute taxi ride you were at the airport. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t nervous. It wasn’t so much the flying itself that worried you, it was seeing Calum again. What if he didn’t want to see you? That was always a possibility and it terrified you. You’d only spoken the previous night though and he’d repeatedly mentioned how much he missed you. Maybe you were just panicking for no reason. Michael was going to meet you at LAX when you arrived, he’d promised to be there right on time to pick you up from the terminal.

The time ticked by agonisingly slowly until you could finally board the plane. You’d been incessantly checking the watch on your wrist until the overhead tannoy finally announced that your flight was ready. You couldn’t really quite believe this was actually happening. It’s not every day you just hopped on a plane to LA.

You spent the enter flight squirming in your seat. Before you got on, you’d planned on sleeping the whole way there but no matter how hard you tried to, you just couldn’t. You watched multiple movies and even finished reading some of the book you’d started a few days back. Still, there was at least another four and half hours to go. Everyone else on the flight was sound asleep and you felt so lonely it was unbelievable.  It was currently night-time in wherever you were flying over. The transition from day to night in different parts of the world was so surreal. One minute it was light, the next you were covered in darkness. But seeing the stars up in the sky was so much more beautiful than seeing them down on earth. Sometimes when you peeked a look out the window, you just sat and gazed at them for a long time. Another hour later and you managed to doze off; you’d practically exhausted yourself at the first three quarters of the journey.

When you touched down at LAX, your head started racing at the thought of seeing Calum and the boys again. You probably looked like hell, but god knows you could’ve pee’d yourself with excitement.

Getting off the plane, the security checks took look longer than you could bear to wait. You were so close to Calum and the boys, you just couldn’t take the waiting around any longer. Once all the checks were done, you made your way through the arrival gates. You didn’t even get the chance to look for Michael as was already running towards you with open arms.

“Y/N, oh my god, we’ve missed you like mad!” His arms engulfed you in the sweetest hug.

“I’ve missed you all too, Mike.” It was so good to be hugging your best friend again. Truthfully, it would be even better to be hugging your boyfriend.

On the ride back in the cab to their hotel, Michael gave you a rundown of what was going to happen. Firstly, you’d go back to the hotel and put a ‘badass’, as Michael called it, outfit. Then, you’d go to the arena they were playing at an hour before they did so you could hide out in their dressing room before they arrived. Security was already informed of your arrival; so they had no need to worry about you being some crazed fangirl.

“So, you got all of that y/n?” Michael inquired as you pulled up to the hotel.

“Sure have, Mikey!” Grabbing hold of your hand, he helped you out of the taxi. You had to come in through the back entrance, that way Calum had no chance of knowing you were there. If he found out you were here before you got to surprise him, this whole trip would be depressing because you really wanted to make this special for him.

Traipsing up to the boys rooms, Michael pulled you into his and Luke’s, where Ashton and Luke were both patiently waiting for you both to arrive. You’d walked in dead silence in case Calum was knocking about close by. This seriously felt like some secret spy mission.

“Y/N!” Ashton and Luke yelled simultaneously as their 6ft+ bodies nearly knocked you over when attempting a group hug.

“Hey, guys.” There was nothing that made you happier than being with these goons. They were the only friends you could rely on all the time. If Calum wasn’t available to talk to you, which wasn’t often, then one of the other boys would take your call and sit and talk to you for hours about any old rubbish that sprung to mind. All of you cared about each other so deeply; you were truly a little family.

“Don’t let Mike take all the credit for your travel and accommodation here mind, we totally chipped in as well.” Ashton piped up out of the blue.

“Thank you all so much, this is just the most amazing thing you could’ve done for me, and Calum.”

“We just want to see you both happy again.” Luke spoke that time. A light knocking sounded on the door.

“Room Service, I got some dope.” Now, that was 100% Calum. You all glanced at each other with panicked expressions. Ashton frantically ushered you into their en suite bathroom and stood in there with you.

“I-“ You went to say something, but Ashton put his hand over your mouth. Shaking his head, you decided it’d be best to keep your mouth firmly shut.

The door to the room clicked open, “Cal, buddy, come on in! Ashton’s just gone for a shower.” That was Ashton’s cue to turn the shower on, and he struggled to get it working at first. But he got it eventually, with your help. This was killing you being so close to Calum and not being able to just run into his arms.

“Yeah, he stunk of shit this morning at breakfast.” Calum retorted. Honestly, you nearly blew your cover there and then from choking laughing at him. “Anyway, when he’s finished in there can you tell him to come to my room? I have some things to talk to him about.” His voice trailed off at the end, and that twinge of sadness could be heard in his voice.

“Yeah sure, bud. And hey, it’s not long until you see y/n again now… like two months.” Michael tried his best to sound enthusiastic, but he’d already seen you so he didn’t quite feel the loss like Cal did.

“Two months too long. I just wish she was here.” His sigh was loud enough to hear even above the noise of the shower. Ashton looked towards you and gave you a reassuring smile. He knew that this had to be tearing you apart being so close but so far away. A single tear slid down your cheek and Ashton pulled you into him in an instant.

“I know mate, I know.” The three of them exchanged their farewells and the door was shut. You couldn’t help but let your sobs get louder. You really weren’t sure you could wait any longer anymore; you’d never heard Calum sound so glum.

Ashton held you at arm’s length, “It’s not long now until you get to see him. We weren’t expecting him to come round till after you’d left, sorry.”

“It’s ok; it’s really not your faults.”

After that, you took your time to get ready as you had a few hours. Michael and Luke let you use their bathroom to change in and such like, they didn’t want to leave you on your own down the hall. To be honest, they were quite certain that if they left you alone you’d run to Calum in the first ten seconds, and they were determined to have this evening go exactly to plan.