topay

Is Home A Reply to If I Could Fly?

Since Home came out, I always thought that If I Could Fly was a reply to it. Simply by the first line, “If I could fly I’d be coming right back home to you” And then I listened to the post that ruined my life and noticed a few things… 

For simplicity sake, If I Could Fly is going to be italicized and Home will be bold

First let’s talk about how they both open the song

If I could fly, I’d be coming right back home to you
I think I might give up everything, just ask me to
Pay attention, I hope that you listen cause I let my guard down
Right now I’m completely defenseless 

Make a little conversation
So long I’ve been waiting
To let go of myself and feel alive

So many nights I thought it over
Told myself I kind of liked her
But there was something missing in her eyes

I was stumbling, looking in the dark
With an empty heart
But you say you feel the same
Could we ever be enough?
Baby we could be enough

They both explain who they are in their relationship. They describe to whoever is listening what roles they play in their unit.
  Harry is words. He tells us, and Louis, what we are about to embark on. He is simple words that mean the most. He is the perfectly placed ‘I love you’ that never feels like a burden. He is making himself defenseless. Harry is a simple piano. Introducing his deepest thoughts and feelings. And stripping himself down. 
  Louis is actions. He shows us, and Harry, exactly what he feels. He is the romantic. He is grand gestures and the random bouquet of flowers that never feels out of place. Instead of telling us, he shows us how he was feeling and how he feels. Louis is a guitar and backing beat that takes us to a different time. He walks us through a memory, painting a picture of it. He shows himself shedding each layer.

Keep reading

If I Could Fly [One Direction]

If I could fly
I’d be coming right back home to you
I think I might give up everything
Just ask me to

Pay attention
I hope that you listen, ‘cause I let my guard down
Right now I’m completely defenseless

For your eyes only, I’ll show you my heart
For when you’re lonely and forget who you are
I’m missing half of me when we’re apart

Now you know me
For your eyes only, for your eyes only

I’ve got scars even though they can’t always be seen and pain gets hard
But now you’re here and I don’t feel a thing

Pay attention
I hope that you listen cause I let my guard down
Right now I’m completely defenseless

For your eyes only, I’ll show you my heart
For when you’re lonely and forget who you are
I’m missing half of me when we’re apart

Now you know me
For your eyes only, for your eyes only

I can feel your heart inside of mine, I feel it, I feel it
I’m going out of my mind, I feel it, I feel it
Know that I’m just wasting time
And I hope that you don’t run from me

For your eyes only, I’ll show you my heart
For when you’re lonely and forget who you are
I’m missing half of me when we’re apart

Now you know me
For your eyes only, for your eyes only

I’ll show you my heart
For when you’re lonely and forget who you are

I’m missing half for me when we’re apart
Now you know me

For your eyes only
For your eyes only
For your eyes only

Give&Take

The unspoken beauty of being obsessive
Is that I’ve poured your name from my lips
More times in the last three days
Than I’ve taken in breath
The unspoken beauty is that
I am begging the universe for you
With all my twisted writhing unavoidable sidetracked thoughts
and subdued trying-not-to-think-about-you’s
The unspoken beauty of being obsessive
Is that without ever meaning to
I’ve taught the universe that I don’t give in
I’ve taught the universe to
Pay up
Or suffer
The flooding flooding flooding of my desires
Day in
Day out
Day in again
The unspoken beauty of being obsessive
Is how often
I get
what
I want

April 27th, 2015

Tutor Me (25/?)

Summary: Killian just got accepted to Harvard and needs to find a way to
pay for college. Emma is struggling in her senior math course and needs to
raise her grade if she wants to graduate on time. What happens when an academically driven boy winds up tutoring one of the most popular girls at Storybrooke High? CS High School AU. Lots of angst. Rated T. [AO3] [ff.net]

A/N: I find reviews quite funny. They’ll say what they hope to see, and either they’ve predicted quite accurately, or they’ve missed the mark by a mile. You’re getting another update because this is already written, and if I don’t update today, you won’t get anything until next Monday. My lovely betas, foundmyhome and killians-dashingrescue are incredible!



It’s a difficult thing, trying to avoid one’s parents.

Emma had thought she had mastered it back when she was nine in Ellsworth, but she hasn’t needed to avoid Marian or Robin or any foster parent since she was fourteen. She must be out of practice, or something, because this morning, this weekend, she wanted nothing more than to avoid both of them, and it seemed like she just couldn’t.

Keep reading

If I Could Fly

If I could fly
I’d be coming right back home to you
I think I might give up everything
Just ask me to

Pay attention
I hope that you listen, ‘cause I let my guard down
Right now I’m completely defenseless

For your eyes only, I’ll show you my heart
For when you’re lonely and forget who you are
I’m missing half of me when we’re apart

Now you know me
For your eyes only, for your eyes only

I’ve got scars even though they can’t always be seen and pain gets hard
But now you’re here and I don’t feel a thing

Pay attention
I hope that you listen cause I let my guard down
Right now I’m completely defenseless

For your eyes only, I’ll show you my heart
For when you’re lonely and forget who you are
I’m missing half of me when we’re apart

Now you know me
For your eyes only, for your eyes only

I can feel your heart inside of mine, I feel it, I feel it
I’m going out of my mind, I feel it, I feel it
Know that I’m just wasting time
And I hope that you don’t run from me

For your eyes only, I’ll show you my heart
For when you’re lonely and forget who you are
I’m missing half of me when we’re apart

Now you know me
For your eyes only, for your eyes only

I’ll show you my heart
For when you’re lonely and forget who you are

I’m missing half for me when we’re apart
Now you know me

For your eyes only
For your eyes only
For your eyes only

If I Could Fly

Pairing: Calum + Y/N

Rating: one kiss that is all

Summary: an imagine with Calum based off the One Direction song If I Could Fly (requested)

(P.S. this is written in Calum’s point of view)

If I could fly

I’d be coming right back home to you

I think I might give up everything

Just ask me to

Pay attention

I hope that you listen ‘cause I let my guard down

Right now I’m completely defenseless


I can’t wait to see you baby

I smiled as I hit send and went to board the plane never looking back. I’ve thought about this for awhile, leaving the band. Only for her. She’s the only one that has made me feel this way. The guys can see that so they let me have a few days off to be with her and convince her to come back with me because they said they couldn’t be a band without me. I’ve been talking to her about this decision for awhile now and she doesn’t agree with it, at all. She wants me to stay and just forget about her, but I could never do that. She makes my days brighter and she fills my life with complete joy. I’m in love with her. No one could ever take her place and I’m about to show her this when I land. I’m going to be completely vulnerable to her in person and not just on paper. I’m going to ask her to marry me……

For your eyes only

I’ll show you my heart

For when you’re lonely and forget who you are

I’m missing half of me when we’re apart

Now you know me


When I land I get a cab and head straight for her apartment. She should be home by now since it’s close to dinner time. When I arrive I pay the driver and grab my duffel, walking up to her door. I take a deep breath squeezing the blue box in my pocket tightly before knocking. She’s slow to answer because of the time, but when she looks through the peephole I hear a gasp and the sliding of locks. She throws herself into my arms latching on to me. I chuckle and wrap my arms around her, burying my face in her hair, inhaling her sweet familiar scent.

“I missed you so much Calum.”

“I missed you too, Y/N.”

I squeeze her tightly again before she slips back down to stand. I kiss her head and she giggles before turning to let me slip inside.

“What are you doing here Calum?” She asks trailing behind me into the living room.

“You got new ones” I say completely ignoring her question and going over to look at her vinyl collection.

She comes over and starts to tell me all about them. The excitement on her face and in her voice makes me feel like I’m whole again. Like I never left her in the first place.

We sit down and listen to some of her new ones. Just like old times, sitting on her small couch with her in my lap humming along to all of the songs. She would sometimes fall asleep like that; wrapped in my arms humming along and tracing meaningless shapes on my arms.

“Can I see the journal?” she asks looking up at me pleading with her big innocent eyes.

I nod my head and reach for my bag taking out the leather bound notebook she bought me four months ago at the start of the tour. She starts flipping through, reading all of my thoughts, my lyrics, my pain, and worries. She’s always done this, it’s what makes her so special to me. She wants to know my every thought and I want to know her’s. She’s the only one to ever see this personal side of me, I mean sure I share the lyrics with the boys but the other things are kept a secret, between me and the journal and her.

She’s getting closer to the page and I’m becoming a nervous wreck. I can’t contain my fidgets and shaking as she nears the page, the page that will change everything.

I can feel your heart inside of mine

I feel it, I feel it

I’m going out of my mind

I feel it, I feel it

Know that I’m just wasting time

And I

Hope that you don’t run from me


Marry me.

The last page I had written on in the journal and she’s looking straight at it not saying a word. I feel as if I may lose my mind. I decided this would be a nice and unique way to ask her since she feels so special by being allowed to read it.

“Calum, what…. What is this?”

I slide out from under her and onto the floor pulling out the blue Tiffany box. I take her hand in mine and I can feel her pulse racing, but it’s hard to tell if it’s out of excitement or fear. I clear my throat looking her in the eye.

“Y/N Y/L/N, will you marry me?” I open the box revealing a ring.

She gasps and I see her eyes well up with tears before she let’s out a breathy yes.

I grin and slide the ring on her finger. I grab her face and kiss her with all of the passion I have in me. We pull away breathless and she looks me in the eye stroking my cheek.

“I love you Calum.”

“I love you too.”

Tutor Me (23/?)

Summary: Killian just got accepted to Harvard and needs to find a way to
pay for college. Emma is struggling in her senior math course and needs to
raise her grade if she wants to graduate on time. What happens when an academically driven boy winds up tutoring one of the most popular girls at Storybrooke High? CS High School AU. Lots of angst. Rated T. [AO3] [ff.net]

A/N: This (along with chapter 19) was planned from the beginning, before I even knew who else I wanted in the story. I really appreciate messages letting me know what you think of the fic so far. Thanks to my betas: foundmyhome​, and killians-dashingrescue​.



Walsh.

Walsh was her boyfriend.

He’s the one she needs to check on, first.

As Emma was driving over to her boyfriend’s house, the scene that happened mere hours ago was playing on repeat. She kept her eyes open and on the road, knowing as soon as she closed them, the memories would become that much more vivid.

And today was one day she wanted to forget.

She pulled up in front of the house just as the sun was beginning to set. Emma hadn’t told Walsh she was coming, so she was praying he was home and able to talk. She walked up the sidewalk to her house, fumbling with her hands, not quite knowing what to say when she saw him.

Once she got to the door, she rang the bell and waited for someone to answer the door. She could hear Mrs. Ozland’s high heels coming closer from behind the door until finally the knob turned.

“Hi, Mrs. Ozland. Can I talk to Walsh?” Emma asked with a timid smile. Mrs. Ozland was clearly distraught, and the guilt in her stomach rose even more. Suddenly, she realized this didn’t only affect Walsh and Killian, but everyone they were connected to, too.

“Walsh’s grounded,” Mrs. Ozland explained in a stone cold tone, shaking her head. “But he told me you were the one who sent Mr. Spencer in to stop the fight, so I have to thank you, Emma.”

“Can I please see him? Even just for five minutes?” Emma gave Mrs. Ozland her biggest puppy eyes, hoping that it would work on Walsh’s mother as much as it did on Walsh. “I need to make sure he’s okay and I don’t know when the next time I’ll see him will be.”

Mrs. Ozland gave a small sigh, clearly not wanting to allow Emma to see him. “Fine, but really quickly, Emma. He’s grounded.” Mrs. Ozland opened the door and allowed Emma to come in. “He’s in the living room, resting.”

Keep reading

Tutor Me (29/30)

Summary: Killian just got accepted to Harvard and needs to find a way to
pay for college. Emma is struggling in her senior math course and needs to
raise her grade if she wants to graduate on time. What happens when an academically driven boy winds up tutoring one of the most popular girls at Storybrooke High? CS High School AU. Lots of angst. Rated T. [AO3] [ff.net]

A/N: No epilogue in this story, meaning that there’s only one chapter to go! BUT, I do have a surprise that I can’t wait to tell you about next chapter. Since I went so long in between posting last time, I thought I’d already give you all another chapter. Thank you all again for your continued support in this story! I’m still shocked how popular it ended up being. Thanks again to my wonderful betas, foundmyhome and bashful-killian! BTW, we finally see Emma and Killian back together again in this chapter…



Killian skipped down the stairs Friday morning feeling more energized than he had the previous day. Yesterday hadn’t been too bad – his friends were excited to see him again, his teachers gave him all the needed extensions, and everything was slowly going back to normal.

In fact, he even noticed that moving his fingers on his left hand didn’t cause pain to shoot through his arm anymore. The moment he realized this, he dug under his bed until he found his old guitar, dusty from years unplayed, and began playing a song in soothing musical therapy. Even though the cast prevented him from playing as smoothly as before, it relaxed him. He even went online and bought some new sheet music to learn more songs. He read about this method in a psychology textbook once, and he actually couldn’t wait to tell Dr. Hopper about his new technique at their next session.

Killian popped in his anxiety pill before going to the counter and making himself some toast, grabbing butter and fresh strawberries from the fridge somewhere along the way. He had his phone out, looking at everyone’s Twitter updates when his brother walked in.

“You look like you’re in a good mood,” he noted, going to the coffee pot and pouring himself a mug. “I take it you had a good first day back?”

“Absolutely,” Killian said through a big bite of his toast. “I was nervous before, but it ended up being better than I expected.”

“Good,” Liam replied as he dumped out the remainder of his cup. “I’m sorry, brother, but I’ve got to get going before I’m late. Have a great day at school, alright?”

Killian smiled and nodded. “Bye, Liam.”

Keep reading

Tutor Me (11/?)

Summary: Killian just got accepted Harvard and needs to find a way to
pay for college. Emma is struggling in her senior math course and needs to
raise her grade if she wants to graduate on time. What happens when an academically driven boy winds up tutoring one of the most popular girls at Storybrooke High? CS High School AU. Rated T. [AO3] [ff.net]

A/N: Well, as promised, once I got to 800 followers, I’d post chapter 11 (although, we all know I would have posted chapter 11 today, anyway…) I would really appreciate some feedback if you could take the time to give some. It helps me make sure people are liking this fic and where it’s going. My betas foundmyhome and ferretliketendencies are still amazing.



Killian had just gotten home and was talking with Liam about their days when the familiar beep signifying a text went off on his phone. It was a message from Emma saying that she had fun and was stopping by the pool tomorrow. He couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face, and was only brought back into the conversation when Liam cleared his throat.

“Sorry, Liam. What did you say?” Killian shook his head, as if erasing something from an etch-a-sketch, and turned all of his attention back to his brother.

“I was talking about one of my navy buddies, but whatever has got that smile on your face is something I’d much rather talk about.” Liam leaned back in his chair. “Who’ve you been texting?”

“It’s nobody,” Killian lied, causing Liam to roll his eyes.

“So, it’s a girl,” Liam said, teasing his little brother. “Who is she?”

Killian was going to deny it again before sinking in his chair. Liam would keep bothering him until he told him, so Killian finally gave in. “It’s the girl I tutor. Her name’s Emma.”

“Emma,” Liam repeated. “And I assume you like this girl?”

Killian shrugged, trying to act as nonchalant as possible. “I mean, I wouldn’t say she’s unattractive…”

Liam patted his brother’s back. “Well, go for it, then! You’re a handsome lad. I’m sure she’d be interested.”

Keep reading