28/6/16 10:37 PM // typing out notes from my seminar today + awesome view of Oxford from the top of the tower at St. Margaret’s Church. I have a total of 3 courseworks to complete so far. The summer course has been pretty great and I’ve made more friends than I expected so 😁
Secret Love Song - A Harry Styles Mini Series (Part 1)
The sound of your phone ringing woke you up causing you to groan. You reached over to pick it up from the nightstand and saw that it was your boss. You sighed sitting up in bed and sliding to answer your phone.
“Hello?” You said quietly.
“Y/N! Thank god! Okay, are you available this morning?” She asked.
“Uh… yeah, why?” You asked.
“Madison is sick and she had an interview at BBC Radio scheduled and I need you to take her place,” she said.
“Sure, I can do it. What time?” You asked looking over at your clock.
“Well, you have to be there in an hour,” she said.
Seriously? How did she expect you to get ready, drive there, and be prepared for the interview in less than an hour?
“Okay, I’ll be there,” you said.
“Thank you!! This is such a huge interview for us, so I’m so glad we don’t have to cancel it. I owe you big time!” She said.
You ended the call and then quickly got out of bed and went into your closet. You through on some black jeans, a nice top and a blazer along with some heels before quickly throwing your hair in a bun and putting on a bit of makeup.
Once you were ready to go, you grabbed your bag and notebook and headed out the door.
You arrived at the studio and showed your press pass. Your boss sent you an email with all the information and questions that Madison had prepared, so once you checked in you sat down and scanned over everything.
Your face flushed when you saw the name of who you would be interviewing.
Freaking out was an understatement at this point. You were used to interviewing celebrities and other semi-famous people, but this was the first time you were interviewing someone of this caliber and someone you were a fan of.
If you weren’ t already nervous, you definitely were now and after reading Madison’s question, you knew that you couldn’t ask these.
You checked the time and saw that you had about fifteen minutes before your scheduled time, so you quickly took out your notebook and started writing down different questions.
This interview was supposed to be about his new single and album as a solo artist, so all the questions you were writing down were revolved around that.
“Y/N?” Harry’s PR came said walking over to you.
“Hi, yes,” you said standing up and holding out your hand.
“Hey, we’re ready for you, now,” she said.
“Great,” you said grabbing your things and following her into the room.
With each step you took, your nerves started to take over. You were starting to feel sick yourself, but it was much too late to turn around and go the other way.
Plus, you wouldn’t want to make a bad impression by leaving and being unprofessional.
She opened the door and let you walk in before her. When you walked into the room, you saw Harry standing over to the side talking with a few people and drinking some water.
“You can just have a seat right over there,” she told you pointing to one of the chairs in the middle of the room.
You nodded and went over to the first chair. You set your bag down and took out your notebook and favorite pen. You also grabbed your phone and set it up to record the interview in case you missed a few things while you were taking notes.
You were just getting everything set up when you felt someone walking up behind you. You turned around and saw Harry Styles standing there with a smile on his face and his hand stretched out.
“Hello, I’m Harry,” he smiled.
“Hi, I’m Y/N,” you said. “I’m from “Y/Magazine/N.”
“Nice to meet you. I’m ready whenever you’re ready,” he said.
“Oh, I’m just about set up, so if you want to just have a seat or something… that’s fine,” you told him.
“I’m just going to grab some water, would you like one?” He asked.
“S-Sure, Yeah, if you don’t mind,” you said.
“Course not,” he smiled before walking back over to the table of food and drinks to grab two bottles of water.
When he came back, you took the water bottle from him and your hands gently touched causing your face to blush fifty shades of red.
You cleared your throat and sat down in your chair while Harry sat in his in front of you.
“Okay, I’m just going to press record on here,” you say mostly to yourself and then you look up at Harry. “So, Harry, first I want to say thank you for coming today.”
“No problem, thank you for having me,” he smiled.
“Let’s start off with how’s your day going so far?” You asked.
“It’s going great. A little nerve wracking, but for the most part it’s been amazing,” he said. “What about you? How’s your day?”
“It’s going pretty well,” you nod with a smile. “Now, for all the people who might not know about this, why don’t you tell us a little bit about your new single that’s coming out in a few days.”
“Well, it’s coming out April 7th and it’s called Sign Of The Times. I’m really looking to it finally coming out. I’ve been waiting for this time for awhile now and now that’s its finally time, I can’t wait for everyone to hear it,” he answered.
“I’m sure everyone is just as excited if not more to hear it as well,” you smiled.
“Would you like to hear it?” He asked.
“Sure, if that’s okay,” You said.
“Of course it’s okay, I want to know what you think about it and I’m sure everyone will want to know about it in the interview too,” he smiled.
“True,” you nodded.
Harry reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. He typed in his password and scrolled through before you start to hear music filling the air of the room.
Once the final note of the song played out, Harry looked over at you. His eyes were trying to meet with yours, but they were having a hard time probably from the nerves of waiting on your opinion.
“Wow. That was really good,” you smiled. “I mean wow, I’m speechless.”
“I’m going to take that as a good sign,” he smiled.
You nodded with a laugh.
About an hour later, your time was up. You stood up and held out your hand.
“Thanks again. It was really nice meeting you and your song is really beautiful. Congratulations,” you smiled to him.
“Thank you, it means a lot that you enjoyed it,” he smiled. “And it was very nice to meet you.”
“Well, I should better get going. I’m sure you have more interviews to do,” you said packing up your things.
“Actually, you were my last one of the day,” he smiled. “Grimmy and I were just about to head out for some lunch.”
“Oh, well, I don’t want to keep you from that either, so I’ll be out in a bit,” you said.
“This might be a bit forward, but do you have any lunch plans?” He asked.
“I’ll probably just grab something nearby,” you shrugged.
“Would you want to join us for lunch?” Harry suggested.
That came out of the fucking blue.
“Um, I don’t know if that’s professional,” you blushed. “I mean, I would love too, but I don't’ know how my boss would look at that since you’re technically a client.”
“Oh, right, yeah I didn’t even think of that,” he blushed running his hand through his hair.
“Sorry,” you sighed.
“No, no, I understand,” he said.
“What if I invited you?” Nick said from the other side of the room. “I’m not your client, so if I invited you out to lunch and Harry just happened to be there… “ he suggested.
“He makes a valid point,” Harry smirked.
“That he does, but I would hate to intrude on your plans though,” you said putting your bag over your shoulder.
“It’s fine really, I don’t mind and it’s obvious that Harry doesn’t mind,” Nick smirked putting his arm around his shoulder.
You looked at the time before looking up at them. “Well, I guess I do need to eat at some point today, right?” You laughed.
“Exactly!” Nick said. “We’re going to a place just down the street, you’re more than welcome to walk with us.”
“Sure, sounds great,” you said.
The walk to the restaurant was a little awkward, mostly because of you. You couldn’t believe that you were going out to lunch with Harry Styles right now and that he was the one who asked.
Maybe he was just being polite and after the lunch, he wouldn’t want anything else to do with you. Or maybe he was hoping you would write a better article about him if he took you out to lunch?
Honestly, whatever the reason didn’t matter in that moment because you just needed to focus on not making yourself seem like an idiot.
When you get to the restaurant, Harry opens the door and holds it open for you.
“Thanks,” you smiled walking through the doorway.
“No problem,” he said.
You all sit down at a table and look over the menu before ordering. The waitress takes your menus and you take a sip of your water.
“So, Y/N, since you spent the last hour talking about Harry, why don’t you spend some time to talk about yourself?” Nick said looking over at you.
“Oh, no, I don’t really like talking about myself.” you said shaking your head.
“Neither do I,” Harry laughed.
You giggled. “Well, if I have to, why don’t you two ask me questions and I’ll answer them. Let me be the interviewee for once,”
“We can do that,” Nick smirked.
“How long have you been a journalist?” Harry asked.
“Professionally, almost four years,” you answered.
“Wow, so what made you want to be in journalism?” He asked.
“I’ve always enjoyed writing since I was younger and I worked for school newspapers, and when it came to University, journalism was a better degree option than a creative writing one,” you shrugged.
“Do you not enjoy being a journalist?” Nick asked.
“It’s not exactly that. I mean don’t get me wrong, I love being able to do what I do, but despite popular belief interviewing celebrities wasn’ t exactly the type of journalism I wanted to get into. No offense,” you coughed.
“None taken,” Harry says. “What type of journalism would prefer?”
“I guess one that has a bit more meaning, like traveling the world and helping others while writing about my experiences there and things like that,” you blushed.
“Why haven’t you tried that?” Harry asked.
“Because unfortunately, that type of journalism doesn’t exactly pay the bills. When I was in university, I got the internship at the magazine company I’m working with now, there aren’t many traveling journalist jobs available,” you shrugged.
“Well, don’t give up on that, hopefully, one day you’ll be able to do it,” Harry smiled over at you.
“I hope so,” you smiled.
After you all finished eating lunch, you get out your wallet to pay, but Harry puts his hand over yours.
“Don’t worry about it,” Harry said.
“Are you sure?” You said.
“Yeah, it’s fine,” he said. “But if anyone asks, he paid for it.” Harry nodded over to Nick with a smirk.
You sighed but nodded with a laugh. Once the ticket was paid for, you all head out to leave. You walk back to the studio, where your car is, which happens to be parked right next to Harry’s.
Nick had already gone back inside the studio, so it was just you and Harry standing near your cars.
“Just so you know, I don’t usually do this,” Harry said leaning up against his car.
“Do what?” You asked confused.
“Go to lunch with a journalist, who interviewed me,” he said. “And I’m not saying that you would, but our lunch and now is completely off the record right?”
“Of course, I would never do something that,” you said quickly.
“I know, I just wanted to make sure,” he smiled. “And I know this might be a bit of an issue for you, but I really want to see you again.”
“You do?” you said. “For like an interview?”
“No, I mean just to hang out again, maybe dinner next time?” He asked.
“Oh, um, I don’t know. I would like to, but like I said earlier…” you said.
“I understand,” he sighed kicking his boot against the pavement of the parking lot.
You bit the inside of your cheek. “How about this? We could exchange numbers and keep in touch?” You suggested. “But I don’t know about going out in public…”
Harry looked up at you smiling. “I think I can handle that.”
He handed you his phone and you added yourself into his contacts and he did the same in yours before you exchanged them back.
“Well, I better get to the office so I can start typing up your article,” you said.
“I can’t wait to read it,” he smiled.
“Maybe I’ll send you a copy before it gets published,” you smirked.
“I’ll be looking forward to it,” he said.
“Have a nice rest of the day, Harry,” you smiled with a wave.
“See you around, Y/N,” Harry said before the two of you got into your own cars.
He motioned for you to pull out first, so you did and drove straight to your office with the biggest smile on your face. While Harry drove to his house, wearing a matching smile.
I’m sure there’s more and I can’t even express how happy I am that the Jihope tag is getting bigger and bigger. Authors please keep loving my precious boys and keep spoiling me with wonderful stories ♥
soooo i took the day off of clinical to focus on myself. i really needed sleep, and ended up sleeping from 10pm last night until 10:30 this morning. it was definitely needed though, and i was super productive.
1. it was yet another beautiful day in good ol’ cleveland!! i love the sunshine, and it has been putting me in the best moods. i really needed the sun today– especially with the tragic events of yesterday. praying for cleveland.
2. coffee always.
3. i finally folded my laundry and cleaned my room~ i’ve been trying to clean at least once a week, and am 2/2 so far!!
4./5. i had a GREAT workout and i felt so strong. i love getting a good sweat in, and just zoning out. such a good stress reliever. i always prioritize runs or workouts because without them, i start to go crazy.
6. my salad today was soooo on point. sweet potato and avocado on top of a mix of spinach, romaine, and celery~
7. my outfit was absolutely precious
8. i’ve been working so hard on this paper for my seminar, and i think it’s doing pretty well so far. if anyone would like to read it plzzzzzz (lol jk)
9. i went to community group for church and they had these cute lil’ desserts! in pearl’s world, we say yes to cookies all the time.
10. the tulips are almost blooming and it is bringing so much hope and joy to life!!
10,000-15,000 steps 👍🏻 Meal Plan 👍🏻 6-8 hours of sleep 👍🏻 128 + oz of water 👍🏻 Sunscreen 👍🏻 100 Squats 👍🏻
Listening/Watching/Playing: A “Zelda Breath of the Wild” LP by rabbidluigi Mood: 😌 Better Weather: ☀️
You’re officially going to be inundated with cat pictures every once in awhile. This certainly isn’t a cat blog, but with Simone needing so much attention at the moment; yeah–I’m going to be talking about her quite a bit. This sounds probably a little bit lame, but going to the gym this morning was the longest she’s been alone so far. 😂
Today was pretty erratic, moments of extreme high and low. Started out high going to the gym and getting a great workout. Then, when we came home Simone had somehow tipped her cat box over. HOW? She’s like 6.5 lbs!? So, my germaphobic ass is standing there dripping in sweat and scooping up pounds and pounds of cat litter off the floor. Like, I’ve gotten a lot better in the past few years, but dude. No. Too much. Skin crawling.
I have a busy day tomorrow. Gym, fiance’s checkup, dropping off my glasses to be fixed, and picking up some house supplies. That should hopefully bring us to about noon or 1 PM, then we’ll have lunch and rebuild my PC. I’m currently backing up all my files. TAKING FOREVER.
OH! I am now 95% sure the neighbors are more than moving out, but already GONE.I went out to the balcony to eavesdrop–I mean, relax and I heard what sounded like a cleaning crew up there. I heard a shop vac running and then the familiar voice of a maintenance worker shouted “SHUT IT OFF, MIKE!” Oh, please, please, please! I know there’s always the chance the next tenant could be 1000x worse, but I will cherish the nights it takes till they refill that unit.
Hi Byu! ´v` How is your day treating you? I hope well! Have a hug!
Hello there~! My day has been going great thus far ^^ I actually got my eyes checked today and apparently I don’t need glasses, since the results were just fine. So I’m happy about that~ About the rest of my day, it has been pretty normal, but fine, so thanks for asking! I hope that your day is going fine as well! *hugs*
…the only thing that ruins my daily life is to wake up and know that my fav character is dead :’D
“Woah There, Spidey” -
Peter Parker x Female!Reader
Word Count: 1851
Warnings: Mention’s being held captive and tortured by Hydra, FLUFF
Author’s Note: Whats up y’all? I was skyping with @love-allthingsmarvel and @rejectedmarvel and we came up with an idea for an imagine and I decided to write it! In this imagine, the reader has the ability to see a person’s biggest secret whenever someone touches their hand. This was really fun to write, and I’m sorry it took longer than I thought it would :D Whale, I hope you guys enjoy!!
First day at Midtown High and you couldn’t be any more nervous. You weren’t nervous about school, or the obnoxious teenagers. You were just nervous about what would happen next in the crazy mess that was your life.
Two years ago today, you had been locked up in a hydra cell, being tested on like some lab rat. It was hell, and you thanked your lucky stars when Nick Fury broke into the Hydra base and rescued you. Once he discovered your ability, Fury personally trained you to be a Shield agent and kept you away from the others. Fury had become a father figure, and treated you like his daughter. But he saw how much it hurt you. To learn someone’s deepest, darkest secret when you did a simple thing like shake someone’s hand. Some secrets were meant to stay a secret…
You had become a pretty fantastic agent, especially for being so young. It was a rough life though, and you finally told Nick that you decided this life wasn’t what you wanted. He understood, and bought you a lovely apartment in Queens, New York. Nick enrolled you into Midtown High and kept tabs on you, just to make sure you were all right.
You walked down the crowded halls of Midtown High, trying your best not to touch anyone as you attempted to find your first class.
“Oh great,” You sighed, glancing down at your schedule. “Chemistry first. My favorite.” Sarcasm was a natural response, especially when you were nervous or frustrated.
The bell rang as you walked into your chemistry class. You stood in the front of the room as the eyes of judgmental teenagers and a scruffy male teacher landed on you. You scanned the room to find an empty seat and your eyes landed on a desk in front of a dorky, pale boy with ruffled hair and a poorly covered up bruise on his forearm. You rushed over and sat down in the seat, looking back at the boy who looked so familiar to you… but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it.
You searched through your backpack, looking for something to write with until you felt a tap on your shoulder. You looked up, a pencil in your face.
“Here,” The boy smiled. “You can use mine.”
You smiled back, looking into his precious, cocoa colored eyes. “Thanks,” You whispered, gently taking the pencil out of his grasp and making sure you didn’t touch his hand.
“I’m (Y/n), by the way.”
You nodded and pointed the pencil at him. “Nice to meet you, Peter.”
“Good morning class!” The teacher exclaimed, waiting for the class to respond. Everyone just groaned, which was definitely not the reaction he was expecting. He threw his hands into the air and sighed.
“I said,” he continued, “Good morning class!”
“Good morning, Mr. Fritch.”
“There we go. So today we will be getting to know your classmates. I want you to turn to the person closest to you and say your name, and your favorite movie.” Mr. Fritch sat down in his chair and went on his computer. Most kids turned to their friends and complained about how lame this was. You heard a few girls near you talking about some party that was a “total bust”, and decided to talk to Peter instead to avoid that drama (because yikes).
“Well, I’m (Y/n). And my favorite movie is probably… Star Wars.”
“Holy shit!” Peter exclaimed, slamming his hands on the desk. “That’s mine too!”
You both laughed and then fangirled about how great Empire Strikes Back was.
“Hey, how did you get that gnarly bruise?” You asked, pointing at the black and blue mark on his arm. Peter glanced down at his arm, tugging at his sweater to cover it up.
“Oh, that’s uh-that’s nothing.”
You knew he was lying, but before you could tease him about it, Mr. Fritch interrupted your conversation and began going over the class syllabus. Learning about so many rules and upcoming projects, you sighed and turned around. This was going to be a long class.
Fifty dreadful minutes later, the bell rang and class was finally over. Everyone quickly gathered their things while you stayed behind and talked to the teacher about what the homework assignment was. As you entered the busy hallway, you wondered how the rest of your day was going to go. “So far so good,” you muttered under your breath. You hadn’t learned any life changing secrets and you made a friend. Today actually might not be so bad.
Sixth period ended, and it was time to go home. The day had been pretty great, and you were excited to go back to your flat and take a long well-deserved nap. You walked out of the school and headed towards the bus stop. You sat down on the bus bench, putting in your earphones and listening to some of your favorite songs. You walked to the curb and checked to see if the bus was coming around the corner. When you saw nothing, you turned around to sit back down on the bench. But Peter had run straight into you, making you land on your back and sending your phone smashing on the pavement.
“Oh my god!” Peter shouted, grabbing your hand to pull you up. You saw a flash a light and then Peter’s worried face.
“Woah there, Spidey,” you said as you wiped the tiny rocks and dirt off your hands. Peter’s eyes widened, he felt like a deer in headlights.
“Wha-what did you just call me?” He stumbled over his words and his hands started to tremble. “Oops, probably shouldn’t have said that…” You cringed and put your hands over your mouth.
“Why did you call me-”
“I know who you are, Peter. I know… what you do at night,” You said subtly, giving him a wink. Peter’s heart dropped, how did you know? You couldn’t know… He never told you. Or at least he didn’t remember telling you. You glanced over his shoulder, seeing the bus pull up to the curb.
“Look, Peter. Just… can you come home with me?” You asked quickly, grabbing his arm.
“What?!” Peter was even more in shock and stared at you in fear until you tensed up.
“No! No, I-I didn’t mean it like that,” you assured, letting go of his arm and searching for your dollar bills, putting your foot on the bus. “Yikes, that came out weird. I mean, can you just come over to my house and I’ll explain everything?” Peter nodded and stepped onto the bus with you.
A bumpy 10 minutes later, you arrived at Peter’s apartment complex. You both ran out of the bus and starting jogging up the steps, entering the building.
“Wait, how did you know where I live?” Peter asked, concerned about who you were and who you could have been working for. You gave him a confused expression.
“What do you mean? I live here, apartment A33.”
“No way! A35!” Peter exclaimed, pointing a finger at his chest. You laughed and he smiled, admiring how beautiful your laugh sounded. He quickly snapped back into reality: He just met you today, and somehow you knew about his “sticky” secret. Peter watched you fumble for your keys as you approached your apartment. You unlocked the door and threw your bag on the couch in the middle of the living room. As soon as he entered your flat, you shut and locked the door behind you. Peter was starting to worry as you shut the blinds and started frantically pacing back and forth.
“(Y/n), are you okay?” Peter questioned. You took a deep breath and looked down at your hands.
“Wow, this is gonna be tougher than I thought,” you said as your heart started to race. You were about to tell someone about your ability, your backstory. Someone that you had only met and known for about seven hours. But for some reason… you felt like you could trust him. I mean, you did just learn his biggest secret. Even if he told someone, you had blackmail (although you weren’t that shady).
“So, about two years ago, I was held captive by this really bad organization called Hydra. They were testing on me, kept calling me this weird thing… like an ‘inhuman’ or something.” You sat down on the couch, biting your lip and started to play with your thumbs. “This is really weird to explain but pretty much I can see a person’s biggest secret when I touch them. More specifically when someone grabs my hand, I don’t know. It just triggers me or something.” You babbled as Peter sat down next to you and pointed at your hands.
“So, that’s how you found out-”
“That your Spider-Man? Yeah,” You interrupted. You shrugged and studied his face to see how he was going to react. Peter looked into your eyes with worry and exhaled.
“How did you get out of there?”
“Nick Fury saved me, he used to be the head of Shield. He broke into the base and trained me to be an agent. But I realized I didn’t want that, so he bought me a place here and… the rest is history.”
“Wow,” Peter sighed.
“Probably don’t wanna hang out with a freak like me, huh?” You said as you pushed yourself off of the couch, walking over to the kitchen to grab a water bottle. Peter laughed.
“Are you kidding? You know who I am, and I also happened to be the school’s convenient punching bag!” You chuckled as you turned around, noticing how close he was to you. “You are different,” he continued, taking your hand in his and staring into your eyes. “But a good kind of different.”
You smiled, you felt yourself slowly falling for this boy. It was weird, you had known him for such a short amount of time but he had already taken hold of your heart. You felt his face being drawn towards you like a magnet, but you cleared your throat and it snapped you both back to reality.
“Sorry.” Peter snickered, slowly backing away.
“No, you’re fine,” You giggled, staring at his hand that was still wrapped around yours. Peter squeezed your hand before letting go and walked over to grab his bag.
“Well, I should probably get back down the hall.” He snorted, realizing how dumb that sounded, but he felt a little better when you laughed with him. You showed him out and watched him walk a few doors over before calling out his name.
“Yeah, (Y/n)?” Peter asked as he rested his hand on the doorknob to his apartment.
“See you at school tomorrow?”
Peter nodded and gave you a wink after you mouthed “See you in Chem, Bug Boy.”
You turned around and closed the door behind you, biting your lip as you made a huge grin. You actually were pretty excited to see where your life was going to take you now.
(br) hey hey congrats on 3k love you deserve it so much!! today was a super stressful but productive day; pretty average tho!! got some of my work done so that's nice HAHA, how did your day go? + have a wonderful day froind :^)
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March was a pretty tough month for me n my family, but the year as a whole has been great so far, an improvement on 2016 for sure. This month has been pretty decent, and well, the week has just begun, but today has been one of those Mondays y'know
Im reading this ya novel rn called scythe about like a perfect society where no one does by natural causes they have people called scythes that keep the population under control and it is p good so far. Also how are you?
I googled it real quick, and I think it’s this one? Sounds really interesting, thanks for telling me about it! I’m gonna add that to my endless list of books I need to read lol.
And I’m pretty okay today! I feel a little bad for being lazy, but I’ve been watching movies all day and it’s great to relax. How about you? ^-^
Oh my GOD I love, love, LOVE how you write so much!! I don’t think I’ve loved a Newt Imagine as much as I love yours!! Please write a Part 3 if it’s not too much trouble!! :) requested by anon.
A/N: (To the anon) I got your second message after I’d written most of this so I tried to incorporate your idea into what I’d already written. I hope you like it!!!
It had been about a week or so since the bonfire and, as it turned out, life in the Glade was pretty boring. Every couple of days you were assigned to a new ‘Keeper’ but nothing seemed to fit.
You’d tried the Slicers, Sloppers, Med-jacks and even the Builders, but nothing seemed right. You weren’t incapable but you weren’t amazing at anything either, the Keepers weren’t exactly lining up for you to join them.
So far today you had been working as a Track-hoe, alongside Newt. It was tiring work and you certainly didn’t enjoy it but apparently, you were doing a great job. As you sat, thinking back to all the ‘hard’ work that you had done that day, you groaned in frustration. No matter what Newt said you knew that you hadn’t done a great job, you had barely even tried. You didn’t fit the job, you didn’t fit any of the jobs. Living in the Glade, devoid of any past memory, was bad enough but doing a job you hated every shucking day; even worse.
“Already having another buggin’ break Greenie?” You instantly looked up at him.
Neither of you had spoken about, or even brought up, the conversation you had shared at the bonfire. After his confession you had been utterly lost for words,unsure of what to think let alone say.You hadn’t been given much time to form a reply eitherr, as Alby had turned up and had practically dragged Newt away from you.
Ever since then you hadn’t had much chance to bring the topic up with him but you had spent as much time with him as you could, trying to force at least one memory of him to the surface. So far you had been unsuccessful and you blamed it on the fact that you never seemed to have a moment alone with Newt. You were always surrounded by the other boys and Alby’s watchful gaze never strayed far from the two of you. You knew that Alby was just looking out for you around the male population of the Glade and you were grateful for it, you really were, but… it was starting to piss you off.
You wanted to talk to Newt, properly talk to him, more than anything but it was difficult when Alby kept such a watchful eye on you both. You were going crazy not knowing exactly what he had meant when he had said that he knew you. Did he have an actual memory of you? Or was it just a feeling of familiarity he had?
Realizing that you still hadn’t replied to Newt, you sputtered out a laugh and replied. “I thought I told you to stop calling me that.” You grumbled, jokingly.
He smirked down at you and held out his hand. “Come on, I’m taking a break now too.” Putting your hand in his you allowed him to pull you to your feet. You were forced to suppress a smile at the inexplicable sensation you felt at the contact but you couldn’t help but smirk as he held your hand for just two seconds longer than was necessary.
The two of you walked slowly, neither of you in any particular hurry to part, and eventually you decided to share your concerns with Newt. You knew that he would listen to you. “Newt, do you know what job I’m gonna get?”
He didn’t answer you right away, looking out across the Glade and breathing a heavy sigh. “No, not yet.”
“I’m terrible at everything.” You huffed, gloomily. Newt’s hand on your arm stopped you from walking any further.
“No you’re not.” His brown eyes implored yours as he spoke the words softly. “No one’s shuckin’ amazing at their job to begin with. You’ve got to take the time to learn.” His mouth lifted into another smirk, “don’t worry about it, Greenie.”
You smiled halfheartedly at him. His words had made you feel better, but only fractionally. You still didn’t believe that you were ever going to be any good at any of the jobs but, Newt had faith in you so you would try your best regardless.
Just as you were resigning yourself to try your eyes caught a flash of movement re-entering the Glade. It was one of the haggard, worn out Runners.
A Runner. It was like a buzzer had gone off in your head and you could barely hide your excitement as a realization struck you. You were supposed to be a Runner. It didn’t make any sense, it sounded ridiculous but you knew that it was true.
Looking back up to Newt with your newly formed excitement shining in your eyes, you asked him a simple question.
“Why don’t I try out being a Runner?”
The expression that overcame his features almost made you want to reconsider entirely. Almost.
“No.” You were taken aback by his instant rebuttal, a little hurt that he hadn’t even allowed you to explain.
“Why not?” You asked, confused. He didn’t answer, merely glanced around at all the prying eyes and tugged your arm, signalling for you to follow him. You did as he requested, following after him as he walked, but you didn’t keep quiet. “Newt, I suck at every other shuckin’ job-” You followed him around the corner of a shabby building, out of sight of the other Gladers. “- why not try me out as a Runner?”
“I said no!” You took a step back at his harsh tone, you had never seen him so upset before. Seeing your apprehension Newt took a deep breath, squeezing his eyes shut and pinching the bridge of his nose. He looked so pained that you couldn’t fight the urge to move closer to him.
“Newt?” You asked, your voice no louder than a whisper.
Finally, he opened his eyes. “It’s just… The maze changes you, it can drive you crazy… It’s dangerous out there, I just…” He looked away from you before he spoke next. “I don’t want to lose you out there.”
Without thinking, you wrapped your arms around him and buried your face in the crook of his neck. He didn’t hesitate in returning your embrace, his arms sliding around your waist as your eyes fluttered shut, reveling in the comfort of his familiar embrace. You didn’t want to let him go, ever. You felt as though you’d only just got him back, as though he’d been missing for years. “Promise me.” He murmured against your neck. “Promise you won’t go into that buggin’ maze.”
“I promise.” You felt evil for lying to him, when he was clearly so upset, but you couldn’t ignore the possibility of becoming a Runner, not when you felt so certain. In your mind, you reasoned that you wouldn’t ever have to tell Newt the truth unless you actually became a Runner, but the rational side of you knew that your deceit wouldn’t end well, regardless of whether you became a Runner or not.
But you ignored it all entirely, focusing instead on the boy in your arms.
You lifted your head up the same instant as he. You traced every plane, contour and feature of his face before resting your gaze on his warm, brown eyes. The instant your eyes met his your heart began beating frantically, as though it were trying to escape your chest entirely.
But it stopped beating entirely when his lips met yours.
somehow, unintentionally, came up with a routine. There are days when he stops
by the cafe after his act. There are days when I take a twenty minute break and
bring him something to eat or drink. So far, it’s been good. If I take it up a
notch I’d say we’ve become pretty good friends actually. Great guy. And
speaking of great guy, he’s already waving at me through the window. The one I
use to casually watch him from a distance.
“Good evening stranger. Do you
have anything to recommend to me today?”
God he’s so cute. I can’t believe
someone could be hot, gentlemanly and cute at the same time. I really hate
combinations. They make it harder for me to concentrate. I should stop now.
“Did you have dinner already?”
“Yeah I did. How about you? Have
you eaten already?”
“Yep. I went on break around
fifteen minutes ago and had some of the turnovers that were left. Do you have
something in mind that you want to have for dessert?”
He looked over the menu and, God
help me, bit his lip. Yes, I was staring the whole time. I swear it took
everything in me not to melt into a puddle of goo in front of him. Right when
Joshua was about to speak the bell chimed and guess who the wind blew in? Yoon
Jeonghan. Of course, out of all the
people it had to be him. What perfect timing he must have.
“Well, look who’s here. Finally learning
to take a break Shua?”
“Hey Hannie. Come on here, I was
just about to order. Do you want anything?”
“Free food. Don’t mind if I do. I’ll
have whatever you’re having.”
“Are you sure? I’m already having
dessert though. I thought you don’t like sweets?”
Let me tell you how it felt like
standing in front of two gorgeous creatures. I’m a block of ice being torched.
That’s how it felt like. They were talking and laughing and catching up. Oh don’t
get me started on those little touches Jeonghan was giving to Joshua. He was
all over him. Fixing his hair and all that. But I’ll admit, I was really
“Have you figured out what you
guys want to order?”
“Hannie’ll have his usual coffee
plus the double-smoked mozzarella bacon sandwich. I’ll have one of your special
fruit and yoghurt dessert.”
“Special dessert? I’ve never
heard of that before. Is it on some secret menu?”
“It’s a secret. Right [insert
readers name here]?”
“You guys should thank me or this
little friendship you’ve formed. If I didn’t steal your dinner you wouldn’t be
here. And if I didn’t send you that text mess-”
This guys really. He’s gonna get
me into all sorts of trouble with that mouth of his. Joshua doesn’t need to
know about that little push. That’ll lead him to finding out that I’ve been
watching since he started playing near the cafe.
“Alright. This would be the total
amount right here.”
“Oh right. Here you go.”
I re-heat the sandwich and start
making Hannie’s coffee. After that I make Joshua’s go-to dessert. Yoghurt, kiwi,
and chocolate with a dash of espresso. From where I’m standing I can perfectly
hear the two of them laughing. The next thing I know Jeonghan’s pulling out his
phone and pointing at me. He thinks I don’t see that little act but I do.
“Here you guys go. Just call me
if you guys need anything else. I’m gonna make myself something to drink. I’ll
be right back.”
I can feel Joshua staring at me.
Not like a creepy kind of stare but more of the curious kind. Yoon Jeonghan is
so dead if I find out that he told Joshua all about that text message. He’s
gonna be drinking sugar instead of coffee if that happens. But for the sake of
not being awkward as hell, I focus on my tea. I go back near the counter
afterwards only to find Hannie gone. Blessing and a curse.
“Where’d Hannie run of to?”
“He said he had a few more important
business issues to clear up. He also told me to give you this.”
Okay then. I took the folded
piece of paper and read it.
If I didn’t love you both, I would continue to bother you and lover boy.
But sadly I do. Take care of Shua for me. He’s a bit soft spoken and shy but I’m
sure he’ll come around. Don’t make a fool out of yourself. Make a move. It’s
been two months already. Yours truly. –JH
Blink. Blink. That was literally
all I could do. I know that Hannie’s good deep down but this had me blown away.
Okay maybe just a little bit. I don’t want to exaggerate. I guess he’s an angel
after all. Or maybe cupid in disguise. I’ll thank him tomorrow. Back to Joshua.
He’s kind of quiet today.
“Are feeling okay? Do you want
“I’m fine, don’t worry. Just kind
of tired from all the performing. Thanks for this by the way. It’s still as
delicious as ever.”
“Don’t mention it. I like making
it for you. I mean, you like it. No. Umm, you kind of smile more genuinely
after eating it.”
“Hmm it’s really good. You should
ask the manager to consider putting it up on the menu.”
“If I did then it wouldn’t be
“You have a point there. Maybe
not this one. I like having this dessert all to myself.”
He did one of those small shy
smiles and looked down. I forgot how to breathe. I think my heart exploded. After
that it was me and him in a comfortable silence. It didn’t really last long though.
He asked me something and I almost choked on my drink.
“Are you and Jeonghan together?”
“Uh what? Where did that come
“You guys just seem pretty close
that’s all. Hannie doesn’t really get interested in a lot of things but he’s
been talking about a lot. He showed me some of your conversations earlier. He
told me he came here often so you needed to know his schedule and stuff. ”
“Oh yeah he does come here a lot.
Almost every day. He gave me his sched since he wanted his order prepared when
he arrives to pick it up. But we’re not together or anything. More like