touch me and stare at me back so they know we're boyfriends

Give me a reason: not to leave

[A little while ago I saw something floating around, like a prompt or an idea based off someone saying “give me a reason” or something (I don’t remember exactly what it was or where I saw it) and ever since then this little drabble has been floating around my head. So, naturally, I had to write it. I came up with two reasons this is one of them; I’m currently writing another one, sort of like a companion piece, called “Give me a reason: not to hang up” – which is what I think was the original idea. (That being said, if this was your idea let me know and I can credit you!) You won’t have to read one in order to read the other because they won’t necessarily be connected, however if you wind up thinking that perhaps they could be connected then have at it!]

Anyway, on with the story:

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“Harry, c'mon-” Niall’s whining as Harry fumbles with the key card to their hotel room. 

Harry ignores him, wills his shaking hands to stop and forces back tears as he desperately tries to get back inside. He just wants to get his stuff and go crash in Zayn’s room for the night, to be as far away from Niall as possible. He finally gets the card to work and shoves the door open, stumbling inside and straight towards the dresser where his overnight hotel bag is. 

“Harry,” Niall pleads, grabbing the brunettes left arm with both hands to stop Harry’s hands from trembling with the zipper on the bag. “Just-”

Harry stops struggling with the zipper and drops both hands onto the top of the dresser. He drops his head and lets out a shaky breath. “I can’t believe you slept with her,” he mutters. 

Niall blinks and tugs gently on Harry’s arm to pull him around so they’re facing one another. He sighs. “Haz…”

“When?” Harry demands, shrugging out of Niall’s grip and taking a couple steps back to put some space between them.

“What?”

“When did you sleep with her?”

Niall sighs. “It’s not important.”

Harry snorts disbelievingly, rolling his eyes. “And that means it is because you don’t want me to know. So when was it – before or after we started fucking?”

The blond flinches, running both hands through his hair. “After, but-”

“Great,” Harry mutters. He turns, then, shoves a hand through his hair and walks towards the window. The street below is full of singing girls; if the room were any brighter they’d be able to see him and they’d start screaming. “That’s fucking great, Niall.”

“We weren’t a thing then, Harry,” Niall says – and he regrets it immediately the minute Harry turns around. Harry looks beyond hurt; his eyes are wide and watery, his cheeks are flushed and his chin is trembling. “Th-That’s not what I meant. I just mean – I mean we weren’t – it wasn’t serious-”

“Oh that was your excuse?” Harry scoffs, trying desperately to hold back the tears threatening to spill over the edge. “‘I’m fucking around with Harry but we’re not exactly dating so I’m just gonna go for it.’

Niall frowns. “That’s not – it wasn’t like that. Besides, you were with other people too.”

“I wasn’t, actually,” Harry mutters. 

The blond blinks, taken aback.

“Clearly you were, though. How many?”

He flinches and shoves his hands into the front pockets of his jeans. “It was just her.”

“When?”

“It doesn’t matter-”

Of course it matters, Niall!” Harry cries, his voice breaking part way through. “It matters to me.”

Niall sighs, his own watery eyes watching Harry’s as he licks his lips. It’s one of the many nervous ticks Harry knows he has and that, alone, twists the brunette’s stomach into even tighter knots. He’s not sure he even wants to know, it’s just something he feels he has to know. Even if it drives him insane.

“It was after last year’s VMA’s,” Niall says softly.

A sob, one he didn’t even know had been building, escapes Harry’s throat and his knees wobble under the weight of his body. He stumbles and trips and shakes off Niall’s hands as he makes his way to the bed to sit down. His shoulders begin to shake and his lungs start to hyperventilate a bit as he struggles to calm himself down. He doesn’t know what he’d been expecting to hear – but it definitely hadn’t been that; it just doesn’t seem like all that long ago. It’s like his heart has shattered into tiny shards of glass now stabbing at his chest; it hurts, physically and emotionally. 

Niall reaches for him again, fingers reaching for his shoulders to console him, but Harry pushes him away. “Haz-”

“Just don’t touch me, Niall,” Harry mutters, pushing him back a third time. Niall looks hurt and helpless and if Harry weren’t so physically sick of looking at him right now he’d pull Niall back in. 

“Can I – d-do you want me to get you some water, at least?” Niall asks weakly.

Harry shakes his head, staring past Niall’s shoulder at the wide open window. He doesn’t think he can even stomach a sip of water at this point, he feels so sick.

Niall remains silent, watching him from the middle of the room. 

“How many times?” Harry finds himself asking?

“Once – just once,” the blond says hurriedly; it stumbles out sloppily, like he couldn’t get it out fast enough. “It was just once and it didn’t even last that long. We were too drunk for it to even-”

“I don’t think I need to know that.”

“Harry,” Niall breathes shakily, dropping to his knees in front of him, hands resting on Harry’s thighs and head bent forward to get a look at Harry’s face. “It didn’t mean anything. We both agreed never to speak of it again and then I left, that’s it. And, I swear, I didn’t know about Ed – a-and he knows that. He told you that, right?”

Harry nods. And of course he cares about Ed – knows that Ed’s slip up tonight of Niall shagging his now ex-girlfriend was never meant for Harry’s ears – but the last thing he cares about right now is Ed. His heart is currently coming apart in his chest and his boyfriend doesn’t even look like his boyfriend. 

“It was just a stupid one-off, Harry. That’s it.”

Harry’s brow furrows as he lifts his gaze to meet Niall’s. “Then why didn’t you tell me? If it didn’t mean anything why didn’t you just tell me?”

Niall licks his lips again. “I just, I didn’t want to…” he trails off, guilty eyes falling away from Harry’s as he looks down at the floor.

Harry pushes himself up, then, which pushes Niall away in the process. “Didn’t want to what, Niall?” Harry challenges, gaze narrowed. He doesn’t just feel hurt or distraught now, he feels…betrayed. “Didn’t want to hurt me? If you didn’t want to hurt me then you had to know we meant something. Y-you had to know I was serious about you.”

The blond continues to avoid his gaze. 

“You did, didn’t you?” Harry asks rhetorically as realization dawns on him. “You knew and you didn’t care-”

“I did care,” Niall says, cutting him off as his gaze finally snaps back up to meet Harry’s. “Please don’t think I didn’t care.”

“You have a funny way of showing it.”

“I just didn’t realize how much until a couple nights before the show and it freaked me out because we felt an awful lot like a real couple even though we were only supposed to be fucking around,” Niall rambles. “And then she started to flirt with me and I thought maybe if I hooked up with someone else, even just once, it wouldn’t feel like that. But that just made me feel worse, like I had betrayed you – and myself – and it was like I couldn’t get out of there fast enough. I couldn’t get to you fast enough.”

Harry’s breath catches in his throat at Niall’s admission because he remembers that. He remembers Niall getting back to their hotel, somewhere around 3 o'clock in the morning. He remembers teasing Niall about getting himself lost in a sea of celebrities. He remembers Niall rushing to get into the shower before crawling into bed behind Harry and acting exceptionally clingy with him all night – and then continuously clingy with him for days afterwards.

He remembers, just over a week later, Niall telling him that they should be a serious thing, not just a casual thing. 

His head starts to spin, then, and his heart just hurts and he feels like he’s going to be sick but also a bit like he might pass out. Niall looks at him like he wants Harry to believe him, like as long as Harry believes him then everything else will be ok. Except that Harry’s not sure it even can be. 

“Harry, it doesn’t even matter – it never did,” Niall says, breaking the uncomfortable silence. “I don’t even talk to her and Ed and I are cool with each other and-”

“With all due respect, Niall, Ed’s known about this a helluva lot longer than I have. And, also, Ed’s not been fucking you.”

Niall flinches visibly. 

Harry regrets it, a bit, because he knows it hasn’t just been fucking for some time now, but he also kind of wants Niall to hurt too. 

“I-I’m sorry,” the blond boy whispers, taking a step to close the gap between them. “I’m so sorry. I’m sorry I did it, I’m sorry it’s hurting you, I’m sorry you feel like you can’t trust me and like everything’s been a lie but it hasn’t been. It hasn’t been a lie, Harry.”

Harry licks his lips and looks down at the ground.

“And you can trust me. And you can believe me when I tell you that it won’t ever happen again – not ever. I promise. I swear to you-”

“Stop,” Harry finds himself interjecting. He doesn’t want an apology, nor does he want any promises. They don’t make it go away and they don’t make it better. 

Niall blinks and watches him with bated breath.

Harry remembers his bag sitting on the dresser, remembers thinking he would spend the night in Zayn’s room. Part of him wants to curl up against Niall’s chest in bed and forget that this entire night has even happened. And part of him wants to be as far away from the Irish boy as possible so he can think and feel on his own. “I think,” he starts, taking a deep breath as he looks up into anxious blue eyes, “I think I’m gonna spend the night in Zayn’s room.”

Niall blinks. “W-what?”

Harry moves back towards the dresser and zips up the one remaining open pocket. “He saw that I was upset earlier and said if I needed to crash there I could.”

“No – Harry,” Niall cries out, leaping forward to curl his fingers around Harry’s elbow. 

Harry pulls himself out of Niall’s grip and makes for the door.

Niall follows, calling out Harry’s name desperately, his voice thick with tears and shaky with fear. “Harry, please – please don’t.” He manages to slip under Harry’s arm and slap his back against the door, closing it with a loud bang. His eyes are wide when he looks at Harry, full of fear and tears that have now made tracks down his light pink cheeks; they mirror the stains all over Harry’s. “W-we said we wouldn’t do this, remember? We said we wouldn’t go to bed angry or upset with each other – and that we would always come home, when we could, remember? P-please don’t go.”

Harry stares at him for a moment, his bag clutched tight in one hand and his other hanging limp at his side. “Give me a reason, then. Give me a reason not to leave.”

Niall reaches out, bunches his hands in the bottom of Harry’s T-shirt. He pulls, gently, and Harry sort of falls against him. He presses their foreheads together, their noses brushing and bumping against each other and he looks straight in Harry’s eyes. It’s like he’s baring his soul, allowing Harry to see the bits and pieces he hasn’t allowed anyone else to have. “I love you,” he whispers. 

Harry crumbles. A sob rips itself from Harry’s throat as he drops his bag on the floor next to his feet and feels the weight of his body fall forward against Niall’s. 

Niall holds him, shushes him soothingly and walks them carefully back into the room and towards the bed. And as they burrow themselves underneath the blankets and into each other’s comforting embrace, he whispers a mantra of “I love you"s and peppers soft kisses all over Harry’s face. 

And that’s reason enough for Harry.

No More Bloody Secrets

Title: No More Bloody Secrets

A/N: Co-written with Cecily (and by co-written, I mean she had the ideas and cracked the whip from her side of the sofa while I wrote all the words, and then we fought over who should get to post it on their blog to the point that she nearly kicked me out of the house, but that’s just the price to pay for art, kids) I STILL WAN TIT  cecily shhh. Also thanks to Gina for beta-reading.

Word count: 1900

Warnings: None really, except for ridiculousness and supernatural themes.

Genre: Humour/fluff/crack-ish

Disclaimer: The following is a completely and utterly fictitious account of an imaginary situation for recreational use only. Not intended as a substitute for imagining others complexly. Please idolise responsibly.

Summary: How long can Vampire!Dan keep his supernatural secret from his boyfriend? (Happy Halloween!)

“Dan?”

“What?”

“We need to talk.”

“What about?”

“About these dental bills you’re racking up.” Phil held up a stack of papers, raising his eyebrows to his friend.

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Idiot

[A BJOO (Byungjoo) Scenario ft. Special Apperance by Hansol&Yano] - Requested by Anon~

[I DO NOT OWN THESE PICS]

[I’m sorry if it’s tooooooo long! I got carried away!] 

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After finishing my assignment earlier than expected, I decided to go visit my boyfriend and his members who had a day off today. I needed to see Byungjoo and apologise about our stupid fight yesterday. He did try to call me this morning but I didn’t pick up because I was afraid that I might say something stupid and we’d argue again. So, better if I saw him in person.

Yesterday, I went over to his dorm to spend some time with him after his packed schedule. All of the members had went out for dinner except for Hansol, who wasn’t feeling too well at the time. So while Hansol rested in his room, Byungjoo and I huddled up on the couch with a blanket and enjoyed a movie together.

However, as we were sharing a few kisses and laughs, Hansol decided to wake up and get himself busy with some baking. Problem was, he didn’t know how to bake so he had nagged me for almost an hour to help him and I did, which made Byungjoo a little frustrated

And after that, we argued. About the exact same thing we argued about the time before that and the time before that. About me always getting too close to Hansol. Such stupid fights.

So, that brings me here - on my way to surprise my boyfriend at his dorm~

As I reached their door, I knocked twice and waited. Almost immediately, the door opened and there stood an overly excited Hansol. He jumped out and embraced me into a big hug before pulling me inside and shutting the door.

I looked around and noticed how deserted the place looked. 

‘Where’s everyone?’

'They went to grab some food or something,' he said as he walked towards the kitchen, 'And they didn’t even wake me up to go! I was getting lonely until you came.’

'I wouldn’t wake you up either,' I commented as I followed him, 'Too much sass.’

Upon hearing that, he immediately glared my way.

'Say that again,' he warned sassily and reached both his hands out to me, 'Go on, say it.’

I knew too well what he was going to do and I obviously wasn’t going to stand around for him to do so. 

'Ya Hansol, don’t you dare tickl- AHHHHH HANSOL!’

Before I could even finish my sentence, he was already in front of me with his hands attacking both my sides - tickling me. While yelling and laughing at the same time, I turned away and tried to escape but that plan failed when both his arms went around my waist to stop me. My back was pulled right against his chest as he continued to tickle me.

'YA-YA! K-KIM HAN… HANSOL! STOOOOOOP!’

I wanted to yell at him but with all the laughing, I just couldn’t get my mind straight. 

'What are you guys doing?’

We both immediately stopped what we were doing when we heard the familiar voice. Opening my eyes, I let my breathing calm itself before looking towards the front door. I wasn’t too surprised to find Byungjoo standing there, looking rather crossed than happy to see me.

He stood at the door with his eyes fixed on me and Hansol. It was only then that I noticed our position - Hansol’s arms wrapped around my waist and my back pressed against his chest.

Oh shit.

'You’re back,' says Hansol casually as he unwraps himself from me, 'Where are the others?’

'I forgot my phone,' replied Byungjoo as he stared at me, 'When did you come?’

'Just now.’

I was slightly uncomfortable with the way Byungjoo just stood there staring. I knew more than anyone that he was jealous right now. Just like all the other times Hansol and I joked around, he’d get all worked up about it.

'Well, now that you’re back, I’m going to go to the others,' said Hansol as he passed me, 'And you missy, better be nicer to me next time.’

And like that, he slipped on his shoes and left - leaving just me and an angry Byungjoo in an empty apartment.

He sighed loudly before heading over to the couch to sit down. I also followed and sat down beside him.

'Why didn’t you pick up my calls? Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?’

'I wanted to surprise you,' I said quietly, 'But you weren’t home when I came so-’

'So, you and Hansol decided to get close? Again.’

'Joo, don’t be ridiculous,’ I sighed at him, 'He was just tickling me. We were just joking around.’

'He doesn’t need to back hug you to tickle you,' he said - his tone increasing, 'This isn’t even the first time I’ve seen something like that!’

'We’re good friends! We joke around,' I replied with a voice beaming of irritation, 'Why are you always like this to Hansol? Do you expect me like, not to go close to him at all?’

'Why am I like that to Hansol? If you were in my position and you came home to suddenly find your boyfriend, who was supposed to be doing their assignment, at your house, back hugging your best friend - what would you think?’

Frustrated with his words, I just stood up and sighed. We argued every time about this. How can he not trust me? Hansol and I have been friends for 10 years, and thanks to him that I even got to meet Byungjoo. 

I wanted to just sort things out with him and then spend the rest of our day together, but if we were just going to argue again, then I might as well leave.

'Fine,' I said, 'I won’t ever come back here, neither will I ever go anywhere Hansol goes - alright?’

Without another word, I made my way towards the door. Tears threatened to spill as I thought about the fact that my own boyfriend didn’t even trust me. Before I could slip into my shoes, I felt a hand suddenly grip itself around my wrist - causing me to stop.

'Where are you going?’

'I came here to sort things out with you and to spend time with you, but if this is what we’re going to be doing, again, then I rather go home.’

All of a sudden, I found myself pushed up against the door with an angry Byungjoo right in my face and his hand above my head. I took a second to glance at him and noticed how different he was from the usual lively Byungjoo.

'BYUNGJOO! GET OFF ME!’

Being pinned up against the door by him, along with his strong glare made me feel as though I was like a lion’s prey, waiting to be eaten alive. I felt my legs weaken themselves as I noticed him clenching his teeth together tight, causing veins to appear on his neck. My entire body shivered as I felt his hot, heavy breath brush against my lips.

'You can joke around with him yet you can’t even say two words with me? We fought about this yesterday and here you are doing the same thing!’

His tone of voice indicated to me how angry he was and trust me, this is the angriest he has ever gotten. It actually scared me to see my boyfriend like this.

'Why?' he shouted and punched the space beside my head, 'Answer me!’

I wanted to speak but words were just not forming. A clump had formed itself in my throat, causing it hard to even breathe. By now, tears had certainly fallen from my eyes as I looked at him - not even believing what kind of situation we were in right now.

His dark expression immediately changed into one full of pain and guilt once he noticed my tears. He took one slow step backwards and moved his hand up to touch my cheeks.

'J-jagi… are you crying?’

I pushed his hand off, only to have him come straight back with both his hands on my cheeks - cupping it with his soft hands.

'I… I’m so sorry… I don’t know what got into me…’

Stepping closer, he engulfed me into a hug. Feeling somewhat angry, I began to thrash my hands at him and tried to push him off of me but that only caused him to hug me tighter against him.

'I’m sorry jagi… hit me - scream at me but please listen to me,’ he softly begged in my ear, ’It’s just… you’ve known him for so long and only known me for two years, so I’m afraid… really afraid that-’

'You’re an idiot.’

'W-what?’

'The biggest idiot I know!’

He moved his head from my shoulder to look at me with such a confused expression. 

'You’re an idiot,’ I sniffled, 'Joo, I chose you - I’m your girlfriend. He’s my best friend and nothing more so I don’t understand why you’re always so insecure about that.’

'I know he’s my hyung, but I just can’t stand having him always jumping around you - acting all cute and touchy towards you,' he whispered as his thumb made contact with my cheeks - wiping away my tears, 'He should go get his own girlfriend for that because sometimes I just want to spend some time with you after a long day, but he’s always pulling you away.’

Everything became quiet as we looked into each other’s eyes lovingly. 

'I really hate myself for making you cry. I’ll make it up to you,’ he whispered as he pulled me closer, 'I’ll do anything.’

'Anything?' I asked playfully as I wrapped my arms around his neck, 'Why don’t you kiss me…’

Kiss.

'Again oppa~’

Kiss.

'One more time, oppa~’

Kiss.

'I’m sorry-’

'Shhh~' I cooed as I placed a finger over his lips, 'Why don’t you… show me that you’re sorry…’

I felt my eyes becoming restless as his soft lips made contact with my neck. I gasped loudly as he sucked extra hard on a particular sensitive spot that only he knew about.

'Ah… Joo…’

My eyes automatically shut themselves as I felt-

'YA ARE YOU GUYS GOING TO BE DONE ANYTIME SOON?! IT’S COLD OUT HERE!' yelled Hansol on the other side of the door

'Hyung shhhhhhh!' whispered Sangwon, 'Do you really want to go in there right now!? They’re like… in the middle of something!’

'My feet are cold. My hands are cold. My beautiful face is cold. I need to watch television. NOW.’

Giggling at the sassy Hansol, I began to retrieve my arms from around Byungjoo’s neck when he held them in place.

'What are you doing?’ I asked, confused

'I still haven’t made it up to you yet.’

'We can’t! They’re outside!’

He simply shrugged his shoulders before reaching down to bring me into his arms - bridal style.  

'And what? I need to spend some precious time with my beautiful princess and no one is going to stop me. Not even sassy Hansol.

And like that, he turned around and made his way towards his bedroom with me in his arms. With a smile on my lips, I leaned upwards to attack his lips.

'YA YA!’ yelled Hansol as he banged the door, 'Just great! They’re going to his bedroom. JUST GREAT! THEY’RE NOT GOING TO COME OUT FOR AGES! Where are we going to go now?!’

'Oh come on hyung,’ sighed Sangwon, 'I’ll shout you some food.’

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That turned out so long! I’m sorry dear anon~ I hope it’s somewhat like you requested for though! (Manly&Jealous Bjoo/ Fight/ Happy Ending)

Written by: C ~

Run Again (Jungkook x Reader, pt 13)

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“You don’t want to do this. Not here, not now.”


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5- "we're not just friends and you fucking know it" clexa

Lexa stared down at her book. The library had emptied out hours ago, but Lexa kept telling herself 10 more minutes. She had to ace this Biology exam or she wouldn’t get the advanced placement she needed for her internship. Lexa blinked a few times to try and refocus her eyes. The words were just coming back into focus when a hand slammed down over her book and covered the page. 

“Hey, what does meet me for coffee at 9 mean to you?” Clarke stood above Lexa at her long wooden table and shut the book that was open in front of her. “Because to normal people it doesn’t mean stand someone up so they have to come find you in the library an hour later.” 

Lexa sighed and folded her hands on top of her head. “Is it 10 already?” Her voice cracked a little from disuse. She had been in the library for over 5 hours. She looked around the large room and saw only two other people hunched over books with large travel mugs of coffee in front of them. 

“Let’s go I’m not letting you stay here another minute.” Clarke took the book and shoved it in Lexa’s backpack before zipping it up and throwing it over her shoulder. “We’re walking back to your room and watching a stupid reality show until your brain melts.” 

“Clarke, you know I can’t-” Lexa began but Clarke shook her head and took both of Lexa’s hands in her own, helping her up from her chair. 

“I don’t know anything because I don’t study, remember?” Clarke smirked and held Lexa’s hands a beat or two longer than she needed to. “Come on if you’re good I’ll quiz you between episodes.” 

Lexa couldn’t help but smile. She could never help it when Clarke was around. For some reason the blonde had been drawn to her ever since junior year in high school. Lexa had no idea why. They barely had anything in common. Clarke joked she kept Lexa around because it was the only way she could pass. But when they were together they never really studied. 

They walked back to Lexa’s dorm in relative silence. Every once in a while Lexa felt Clarke’s hand brush against her’s as they walked closely on the small sidewalk. A few times she knew Clarke paused her arm movement so her hand could touch Lexa’s for a few extra seconds. 

Lexa had known about her feeling for Clarke since senior year. She had known the moment Clarke stayed the night and held her in her arms as they both slept. Sometimes she thought Clarke maybe felt the same about her. There were moments when they could have kissed but something happened or Clarke just wrapped her up in a tight hug. 

Lexa had tried to talk to Clarke about her feelings but she chickened out every time. She didn’t want to lose Clarke, even if it meant dealing with her feelings every time she saw her friend. 

They got to Lexa’s room and as usual her roommate was out, probably at some frat party with her boyfriend. Her roommate was never in their room, and Lexa didn’t mind at all. 

Clarke set up the Netflix and Lexa made popcorn. Soon they were watching the trashiest reality show they could find and laughing their heads off. At one point Clarke rested her head on Lexa’s shoulder. 

“Clarke.” Lexa whispered through the darkness, her eyes still locked on the fighting women on the screen. “Can I tell you something?” Lexa could feel her heart rate increase and it started thumping loudly in her ears as Clarke sat up and looked at her. 

“You can tell me anything Lexa.” Clarke looked concerned. 

“I just-I-” Lexa couldn’t get the words to come out. Instead she did the craziest thing she could think of to try and make herself brave. Lexa leaned forward and pressed her lips against Clarke’s. It felt amazing, like her entire body was tingling and made of air. She felt Clarke kiss back for a minute before she pulled away. 

“Lexa, we shouldn’t. We’re friends, best friends. I don’t know about making things complicated.” Clarke pulled at Lexa’s comforter nervously as she spoke. Lexa felt anger replace the desire in her stomach. 

“We’re not just friends and you fucking know it!” Lexa shouted and scared herself a little. “I can’t keep doing this with you Clarke. I like you a lot. I think you like me too. If I’m wrong about that it’s fine. But if I’m right, I don’t want to be just your friend.” Lexa felt like a weight had been lifted from her body. But now her nerves kicked back in as she waited for Clarke to respond. 

Clarke was still picking at Lexa’s blanket and not looking up at her. Lexa resisted the urge to yell again and just let Clarke process her confession.

“I don’t want to be just your friend either Lexa.” Clarke murmured to the bed. 

“What?” Lexa had heard her but she wanted Clarke to say it to her. 

Clarke slowly looked up. “I like you and I don’t want to be just your friend. But I’m scared about ruining us.” 

Lexa took Clarke’s face in both of her hands. “This is who we really are. It will only make us better. Okay?” Lexa smiled warmly as she felt Clarke nod. 

“Can I kiss you again?” Lexa asked quietly as she moved in. Again Clarke nodded in her hands and Lexa captured her lips in a soft kiss. Her first kiss with her first girlfriend. 

We're Just Kids

“He’s not answering.”

You looked up at Calum from your phone, watching your boyfriend’s deep brown eyes connect with your’s, worry lines etched between his brows. It wasn’t a look you much liked to see on your normally carefree boyfriend.

“It’s not like Luke to not answer me,” Calum continued, toying with the edge of his phone and casting his eyes downward. “I tried him three times now.”

“I’m sure he’s fine, Cal.” You got up from your spot on your couch, walking over to your boyfriend to sit gently in his lap. Your thumb began to rub lightly against his cheek, trying to smooth his frown out.

“I’m scared, Y/N,” Calum whispered, resting his forehead against your shoulder. “There’s so much shit about him online. So much hate. I’ve never seen him get that much, especially from our fans.”

“He knows not to go on twitter when things are bad.” You tried to reason but Calum just shook his head.

“Luke’s different, you know?” He looked up at you with pained eyes. “He doesn’t get over things in one minute like Michael. He doesn’t use hate as motivation to improve like Ashton. He doesn’t shrug it off like me. Y/N, it fucking cuts him like a blade. It hurts him. It runs him into the ground. And it’s been building up over the past few weeks.” Calum closed his eyes. “He’s gonna read everything. That fucker is obsessed with what people have to say about him. Always has been.”

“Cal…” You paused, searching for the right words. “He’s gotta know that he’s not helping his situation. You guys have beautiful, passionate fans, and it seems like some of them feel slighted by him. It’s hard, Cal. You guys are growing up-”

“He’s a fucking kid!” Calum stood up quickly, anger radiating off of him. “He’s bound to do stupid shit, Y/N, he’s 19-fucking-years old. He grew up faster than any of us. He’s just finally getting confident and he’s getting torn down again!”

You moved to steady yourself after getting thrown off his lap, your hand reaching out to touch his shoulder.

“I’m not saying he deserves the hate,” you began slowly. “I’m saying that while you get that, and I get that, some fans may not get that. And you can’t fault them for that, Cal.”

“I’m not!” Calum looked like he was about to cry. “Sometimes I get pissed at him too, but he’s my best friend. It hurts him, and I’m fucking scared. If he would just answer, then I wouldn’t care so much, but he won’t and… and… I…”

He stared helplessly at you with his big brown eyes, lips tinged red and hands shaking.

“We can go to his hotel?” You offered, just wanting your love to feel at peace. While the boys were in your town, Calum shared your apartment, but the others usually just booked a hotel for a few weeks.

“Please,” Calum breathed out, wrapping his arms around you and pressing his cheek against your shoulder. “I’m so scared.”

“What are you scared of?” You picked his head up, forcing his eyes to stare into your own.

He let out a breath. “I don’t know.” He admitted. “I just… people don’t get him like I do. We’ve been best friends for so long, and I know what makes him tick, and I’m just worried about him. When I call him, he always answers, Y/N. Especially if I text that it’s an emergency, which I did.”

“Maybe he’s asleep?” You tried, grabbing your phone as you both left the apartment.

Calum shook his head. “He’s not. The shit that’s all over the place right now, that’s the shit that wrecks him. I know it Y/N, he’s my best friend.”

You didn’t say much else as you got in the front seat to drive. The only sound was Calum giving you directions to the hotel, and you tried your hardest to fight the worry boiling in your stomach as you got closer. Calum called Michael and Ashton, asking if they had heard from Luke, but both agreed that it had been several days since word had come from the blond.

You stomach slowly rose into your throat as you thought about what Calum had told you about Luke. You knew he also used to get bullied a lot, especially before he became friends with Calum and Michael. He was 19 -not immune- you realized.

The elevator ride up to his floor was tense, and you reached out for Calum’s hand to give him a reassuring squeeze. As the door opened and you both stepped out, Calum turned to you.

“What if he’s not okay?” His voice wobbled as his warm eyes searched your’s.

“Then you do what a best friend does, Cal. You be there for him.”

“He’s always there for me.”

“I know,” you smiled, lightly brushing your fingers through his soft curls. “You guys love each other, there’s no doubt.”

With that, you walked down the long hallway until you came to a suite, knowing it was Luke’s. Calum knocked once, but no one came. He tried again, and again and again, with no answer.

“Oh god, he’s dead isn’t he?” Calum turned to you with tears streaming down his face, looking absolutely wrecked.

“Jesus, Cal, no,” You turned back to the door, knocking on it incessantly for several moments while trying to wash your panic away, taking note that Calum had his fingers tightly fisted in his hair and was seemingly choking.

“Oh my god, it’s all my fault, oh my god-”

Calum’s rushed whispers were cut off as the door swung open suddenly, your hand paused mid-knock as you came face-to-face with Luke.

The first thing you noticed were his eyes, which looked dead. The blue was dull, the whites were bloodshot, and the skin around them was tight and red. Next were his clothes, which seemed baggy on his lean body. He looked malnourished, as if he hadn’t been eating properly for the past week, and the bags under his eyes proved that sleep hadn’t graced his presence much recently.

“Why didn’t you answer my calls?” Calum cried, inviting himself into Luke’s hotel and already beginning to pace the length of the suite. You slipped in, shutting the door behind you.

Luke looked down, shrugging his shoulders slightly and muttering something under his breath.

“Speak up, shit bag,” Calum tried to sound convincing and mad, but his tears thwarted the effort.

“I don’t matter,” Luke mumbled. Calum stared at him in disbelief.

“Yes, you do,” as he took a step towards Luke, Luke took one back. “You’ve read it all, haven’t you?”

Luke nodded, head hung low between his shoulders, refusing to meet Calum’s eyes.

“Dammit Luke,” Calum said softly, eyes swimming with care. “You can’t believe that shit, Luke. You’re doing fine, okay? Everything’s okay.”

“I should probably just drop out of the band,” Luke choked on his words, and you thought you could physically feel Calum’s heart break.

“No no no, god no, Luke,” Calum reached out for him, and this time Luke didn’t pull away.

“They hate me anyway, Cal.” Luke was crying now. “The fans, I’ve seen what they’ve said. I’ve messed up too much. I’m a fuck up and they don’t want me anymore!”

“Of course they want you!” Calum battled back. “Some are just being emotional and over dramatic and confused but they love you, Luke, and they need you too. They say shit because they care, okay? They want what’s best for you and they sometimes don’t realize that they don’t know what’s best for you, but I promise they care. They wouldn’t abandon you.”

“Why are you even talking to me?” Luke looked at Calum now, eyes lifeless again. “I’ve seen all the stuff about us, too. I’m bad, Calum. You’re good, and I’m a fuck up who pisses everyone off. For every good thing you do, I seem to do the opposite times ten. I didn’t even realize it but I’m sorry. I didn’t realize I’ve been such a shit best friend.”

“You’re not Luke, I swear you aren’t.” Calum spoke softly, brushing his fingertips along Luke’s shoulder. “They don’t know what you do for me. Only we know our friendship and can judge it, no one else, okay? I know there’s stuff going around that’s plotting us against each other, but that’s just dumb shit that no one will care about by next week, okay? You’re my best friend, and if no one properly understands that besides you and me, then that’s fine. We don’t need to prove anything. We know the people who love us, and we love them, and that’s the best we can ever do.”

You felt as if you were intruding on their moment, so you slipped into Luke’s kitchen area, trying to give them privacy.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” Luke cracked, sobbing into Calum’s shoulder. “I want to make the fans happy and myself happy and I can’t do either anymore.”

“It’s okay,” Calum murmured, holding his best friend’s head into his shoulder. “You’re fine, Luke. You’re trying to figure yourself out. You skipped four years of your life to grow up for the band. You’ve gotta learn this stuff eventually.”

Calum couldn’t remember when he had gotten mature, but he knew that it was way before Luke. There was something bittersweet in the moment they were sharing, because it seemed as if Luke’s innocence had truly fled for good, leaving the shell of a 19 year old kid.

“Everything’s gonna be okay,” Calum whispered to Luke, rubbing his back as he sobbed. It had been so long since either of them had had an emotional break down, and honestly, Calum felt like a weight was being lifted off his chest.

From the next room over, you heard hushed whispers as your boyfriend left Luke and walked into the kitchen, wiping his eyes as he smiled shyly at you.

“He’s okay,” he whispered, talking about Luke. “I’m gonna stay here tonight with him, okay?”

“Yeah,” you whispered back, standing up and pressing your lips to his softly. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” Calum smiled a real smile. “Everything’s okay.”

You pressed one last kiss to his lips before you took your keys and left the suite. As the door shut, Calum walked back into Luke’s room, grimacing when he noticed Luke looking through his phone.

“No more reading hate okay? You’re shit at dealing with it,” Calum laughed, snatching Luke’s phone as he climbed into the big bed with him, something they never did anymore.

“I can’t believe people think Cake is dead,” is all Luke said, smiling for the first time in days.

“Cake will never die, and we don’t need to prove it. It’s in our hearts.”

“You’re so fucking cheesy!” Luke laughed, the sound dying out as he stared into the brown boy’s dark eyes.

“This life gets really hard sometimes,” Luke whispered into the dark.

“Yeah,” Calum agreed. “But I think we’re doing alright. I mean, shit Luke, we’re only 19. We’ve done a pretty good job I think. We’re still kids.”

“Yeah,” Luke laid down next to Calum, both of their arms touching as they stared at the ceiling. They laid like that for awhile, just feeling comfort in the other’s presence, knowing that no matter what shit went down, they would always be there for each other. Just as Calum was on the verge of sleep, he felt Luke’s fingers squeeze his own gently as the blond whispered,

“We’re just kids.”


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A/N: there’s been a lot of negative stuff going around lately, and I wrote this as a reminder that at the end of the day, no one really knows the real situation besides 5sos. Also, I’ve been craving Cake action and my feels for them have been through the roof, so yep.

If you ever want to talk to me, I’m always here! Stay positive guys, this will all blow over xx

anonymous asked:

Can I please request for a fluffy scenario with Taehyung, where he's my childhood friend. We're having a road trip with the other BTS boys but it was only then did we actually delved into our emotions that we actually like each other? Thanks!!

Rated H for happy endings and fluffy fluff despite what it looks like, okay?

Originally posted by wonkuhn

Most road trips meant long drives with people you loved, waking up in places you didn’t know, eating take out at 3 AM and falling asleep around camp fires that rose into the night sky and made you believe in love at first sight, happy endings and other lies.

Road trips for you meant accompanying your younger brother Jungkook on a road trip with some other 6 boys you could barely remember the names of.

Well, except Kim Taehyung. He was a name you only wished you could forget.

You hated that kid. Kim Taehyung, with his adorable boxy smile and dancing eyes, Kim Taehyung, the one who had grown a foot taller and caramel skinned under the sun over the summer, Kim Taehyung, who ate his morning cereal with a side of ketchup and talked about the possibility of rabbits on the moon (“What? They reproduce faster than they die,” he argues, and you don’t believe it for one second.)

Kim Taehyung, you think, the boy with whom you were in love.

“We’re here,” is what Jin manages to get out before all the other kids are tumbling out of the car, and you strain in your seat to wherever the hell you guys had ended up. You don’t realize your mouth has dropped open until Taehyung holds his hand out to you, a small grin on his face, his brown eyes challenging you to fall in love all over again, and it’s a challenge your heart seems willing to take.

The beach is empty and extensive, but more than anything, it’s beautiful. More eloquent people might describe where the sea met the sky, how the sun dipped low and spread it’s shimmering fingers over endless blue waters that beckoned you in. You will yourself to look out for Jungkook, to make sure he doesn’t get in any trouble, but your eyes find Taehyung, like they always do. He looks happy and free and bounding. He looked like what it meant to be in love with the life you live.

You hate that kid, you tell yourself. But your heart takes more convincing.

So after the late night bonfires die down with the loud voices of 7 energy packed boys and the car resonates with the sound of soft snores and occasional tosses of blankets of the warm summer night on the beach, you find your way to the shore and stare out at the sea.

Of course, you aren’t alone.

Kim Taehyung sings like an angel. People have told him often enough to try making it big but he’s told them just as often he’d rather keep his voice for himself than for sale. His deep voice mixes with the crashes on shore and maybe he’s singing about love, or maybe it’s heartbreak, but it’s enough to make your heart weep. Falling in love with Kim Taehyung was almost too easy.

“Still up?” You say at last when he’s done. Taehyung doesn’t turn around, doesn’t move. He settles into the sand and stares out at the sea.

“Couldn’t sleep,” he says at last, and you can’t imagine he’s the same kid that giggles at lame pick up lines and trips over flat surfaces. He looks like a man that holds the burden of expectation and dreams all at once. You sit next to him, so close, you both almost touch. Almost.

And somehow, you both are talking about all the stupid things you’ve ever done until it becomes a game of bad life choices and messed up decisions.

“In third grade, I played a tree in a play, and forgot the only line I had. The whole audience was just silent and I could hear my teacher sigh from a mile away,” Taehyung says and you grin. Only Taehyung.

“Once, I texted my English teacher “I love you, babe” instead of my then boyfriend. Beat that,“ you say, groaning at the memory and Taehyung grows quiet. The silence is punctuated by the sea coming in and it is after a long time Taehyung speaks again.

“Oh I can beat that alright. I fell in love with a girl from back home that looks at me like her brother’s best friend. I’m in love with her eyes, and how she thinks a little too much. And god, I’m so in love with her. And she barely knows I exist,” he whispers and you catch the hurt before the actual words hit you.

“Beat that,” he says at last, an empty smile playing at his lips.

You breath out into the salty night air and maybe it’s because it’s so late and if we get all this out, tomorrow won’t exist, and the sea will wash away regrets of confessions and uncertainty. You turn to him, and hold his gaze for a long moment.

“I fell in love with the boy from Daegu, too skinny for his own good, with these eyes that make me want to die, and a smile that I can’t get out of my mind for days. And that voice. Maybe he doesn’t know I exist either,” you whisper into the void of the night air.

“You should take a chance,” he says at last.

His fingers find yours and they fit well, so well in your own. It makes you believe in the lies of falling in love all over again.

“Maybe he’s been looking at you all along.”

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45: Mόnimos

This was inspired by a tumblr post I saw a few weeks ago! It revolved around this question: “What if Annabeth went missing instead of Percy?”


“Being defeated is often a temporary condition. Giving up is what makes it permanent.”


Mόnimos

1

Week

4

Days

2

Hours

36

Minutes

51

Seconds

Annabeth had been gone for exactly one week, four days, two hours, thirty-six minutes and fifty-one— fifty-two… fifty-three…fifty-four…fifty-five

Seconds.

Percy had not seen her face in all that time—he hadn’t touched her, kissed her, heard her voice… It had only been eleven days, but he already felt the anxiety eating up every inch of his being. Gods, they’ve both been missing before—Annabeth when she was forced to hold up the sky, and the two weeks he’d spent in Ogygia—but for some reason, it wasn’t the same.

Now that he cleared up his feelings for her… right when he was finally ready to publicly showcase how much he cared…

She disappeared.

He felt like a hellhound bit off his sword arm.

He’d already been worried sick when she was kidnapped two years ago, feeling like he could vomit every single minute he realized she was gone, but now it felt like time was ticking away the pieces of his heart, forcing the veins, the nerves and the arteries to burst and crack him open at the seams.

He would find her, he had to find Annabeth—he’d made her so many promises, so many oaths, hopes and dreams, and he couldn’t give up on her now.

Not when she needed him most.

Not when she was somewhere in this world, alive and breathing.

Not when they were onto something permanent.

Percy couldn’t give up.

But his bones were tired, his eyes were strained and he couldn’t even control a droplet of water in his state. He couldn’t fall asleep for more than a couple of hours at a time since the nightmares had gotten a million times worse, so he could never shake off the exhaustion. And he was always looking for her, always on the lookout for his girlfriend with the princess curls and the bright grey eyes.

He didn’t have time to rest.

“Where are you, Annabeth?” he whispered imploringly into his hands, perched on the edge of her bed in the Athena cabin. He began coming here a week before just to smell her clothes, her pillow—to find clues of why, where, and when—to feel her teddy bear, scan her notes and open her laptop.

He’d already become an honorary Athenian in his pursuit.

He came and went as he pleased, and the other campers stopped minding. Percy needed any part of her he could grasp—they didn’t need any complex Athenian wisdom to know that—so they let him sleep in her bed when he wanted to.

Which wasn’t very often.

He rarely slept.

No one bothered him when he sat alone in the Athena cabin, moping when he could’ve been teaching others how to sword fight. Not even Chiron attempted to bring him out of his reverie. No one dared to ask why his shoulders shook when he’d sit by the cabin porch with his head down, and no one could comfort him when he wept on his table in the mess hall.

No one questioned why he was always off on quests by himself in the morning, but why he’d come home late at night, clothes shredded and burned—eyes wild they seemed insane. No one asked why he focused relentlessly on leaving the camp to find lost things, rescue demigods, and why he tried to hard to smile.

No one questioned why he’d come home with scratches and gashes, why his invincibility didn’t kick in as well as it used to.

He couldn’t tell them it was because he’d been attacked in his weak spot—he’d been punched and stabbed in the one part that mattered: His heart, his heart that held Annabeth.

But he couldn’t stop—he would never stop, not even when he was as vulnerable as a new born baby, not even when he could no longer raise his sword.

He would always be looking for her.

Always.



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We're Just Friends Part 3- Sammy Wilk

Hi guys, part 4 is the last part, but have no fear there will be more imagines!

Y/N’s POV-

           I have never felt so embarrassed in my life, as I made my way through the community college, after my class, I felt like everyone knew what me and Sam did this morning and I felt like people were staring at me more. Was it possible that someone could tell someone was given a really good orgasm not too long ago? Were my lips still red from his own devouring mine? Was my hair still in a mess, even though I know I fixed it? and that faint red mark on the side of my neck, could they see it?

           I had so many questions, and questions that I didn’t want to ask Sammy, all because I didn’t want to ask for more than what he was going to give me. I’ve always wanted to be more with him, always, but I didn’t know what Sammy wanted. Did he only want sex because I had offered it too him? And now that it was about to happen, I didn’t know if I really wanted to give it to him because I didn’t consider myself an easy girl. Hell, I had only slept with Ben, and that was one time. I wasn’t Sammy’s normal type, his normal type was skinny and model pretty, I felt boring compared to him, his friends, and the girls that normally caught his eye.

           Part of me wondered if me being away from him for the past couple hours gave him time to think about what he made me promise him this morning, maybe he didn’t want this and what happened was heat of the moment. That part of me turned into 98% of myself, and I actually thought I could get out of tonight, I could tell him that I felt sick and just wanted to be at home, but I knew he would see through that lie but whether or not he would let it go because he thought this morning was a mistake was something I didn’t know.

           I wasn’t home ten minutes when the front door opened and Sammy walked into the kitchen, where he found me. “’Sup, gorgeous,” He greeted and caged me in with his arms on the counter as I made brownie mix, a carton of strawberries not too far away.

           “Hey,” I said quietly.

           Sammy moved slightly and I felt his crotch brush against my bum, “Brownie mix and strawberries, what’s wrong, babe?” He asked, moving a strand of hair that had fallen from my messy bun, away from the back of my neck.

           “Nothing,” I answered and finished mixing brownie batter and reached for the strawberries. Sammy thought that when I made brownie batter to dip my strawberries in, there was something wrong. Well there was, but I felt too embarrassed to talk to him about the way I let him touch me this morning, he wasn’t even my boyfriend. I let my best friend touch me, intimately, and I didn’t know what to think. I wanted to do it again, and again, and I wanted to do other things with him. But I didn’t want to be just another girl to him, I didn’t want to lose this friendship.

           “Liar,” Sammy whispered and placed his hand over mine, bringing the strawberry I held between my fingers down onto the counter. “Talk to me, baby, what’s wrong?”

           “Sam,” I started but stopped, I could feel his lips against my ear, they were distracting.

           “Wanna go for a drive?” He asked, right before he placed a kiss under my ear.

           “What’re we doing?” I asked and pushed him back with my bum and turned around to face him.

           “Well, right now I’m trying to get my best friend to tell me what’s wron because she’s making brownie batter and strawberries; do you know how odd that is?” Sammy asked, pointing behind me and what was on the counter.

           “Have you even tried them together?” I asked but then shook my head. “Oh my god, that isnt the point!”

           I heard Sammy laugh so I looked up at him and glared with a tilt of my head, which only made his laugh die but his smile continued on. “What is the point, babe?”

           “What’re we doing, me and you, what is going on between us? Are we just fuck friends? Am I more to you than a girl that opens her legs, because I’m not this girl-“

           Sammy, being the bastard that he is, cut me off with his lips.

Saying Goodbye at the Airport as Friends (requested)
  • Ashton: You gripped the back of your best friend's shirt as you weaved through the screaming fans at the airport. You kept your head ducked as they snapped pictures and cried for autographs from the boys until you were past the madness and Ashton was coaxing you from your death grip on him with a gentle rub on your back. "Good god that was crazy," You huffed as he threw an arm over your shoulder. You felt your stomach tighten at his touch, it was such a casual gesture but it sent butterflies swarming your chest. It was time to say goodbye, you knew, but you couldn't bring yourself to let go of the grip you had around his waist. "(y/n)," Ashton murmured. "I gotta go." You shook your head, you needed to tell him now before he forgot about you. "You won't forget me, will you?" You asked him, panic lacing your voice. Ashton grinned, shaking his head. "Of course not. You're my best friend, I could never. I love you too much, ya weirdo." I love you too much, i love you too much, i love you too much. It ran through your mind half a million times before you were able to speak again. "I love you too, Ash." And when he leaned down to hug you, you hugged him back tightly, trying to memorize his smell and the feel of his hair and the hold of his arms that you'd miss for 6 months. When he began to pull away, you gripped the back of his neck tightly and pulled his mouth to yours, kissing him hard. You could feel him stiffen under your hands before you pulled away, resisting the urge to break out in sobs right then. "Ha- have fun, okay? Don't forget me." You whispered to him. Before he could tell you off for kissing him, how you two were just friends and nothing more, you turned your back to him and pushed through the crowd.
  • michael: "Michael! How much are you gonna miss (y/n)?" A fan yelled towards the two of you. You looked up with a smirk, finding the fan in the crowd. "A whoooooooole bunch. Sometimes I think Mikey wouldn't be able to feed himself without me." The fans laughed and you turned back to Michael with a grin. He rolled his eyes at you, bumping you with his shoulder. "I most definitely know how to feed myself without you." He muttered. You giggled. You and the boys neared their terminal, and you knew you'd have to say your goodbye's soon. "(y/n)," Michael said quietly, looking at the boys. Their attention was on their phones and bags, making sure everything was ready for the flight. "Hm?" You hummed. "I need to tell you something," He stated solemnly. You nodded for him to continue. "I know I chose the worst times to do stuff but… I was just kinda nervous to say it before because you're my best friend but i know i had to say it now because I'm gonna be gone for 6 months and I don't want you to think I don't care about you because i do." His words were rushing together and he kept glancing nervously over at Nigel and the boys like he'd suddenly be whisked away from you. "What I'm trying to say… I really like you. I have ever since we became close. And I just needed to tell you before you forgot about me while i was gone." You didn't know what to say, you and Michael had been best friends for years, and he was telling you this now? When he was about to leave? "Michael-" "C'mon boys! We're boarding!" Nigel interrupted you. Michael looked down at you, his eyes slightly filled with panic. You reached up and threw your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. "I won't forget." You whispered in his ear.
  • Calum: You poked Calum's cheek with a french fry, and when he turned to protest touching his face, you stuck it in his mouth. You giggled when he crinkled his nose, then grinned when he ate it. "Why won't you do that with me, Calum?" Luke asked with a pout. "Because," You said, throwing your arms around Calum's shudders. "He loves meeee the most." Luke rolled his eyes, standing up from the airport chairs. "I'm gonna go find Ashton. You two annoy me with your lovey doviness." You reach your hand out to Luke as he walked away. "Nooo we don't- we're not…" You trail off, giving up on denying what he said. You both have gotten it a million times before. You leaned against Calum's shoulder with a sigh. "It's gonna be so boring here without you." He leaned his head on top of yours. "I'm going to miss you, a lot." He murmured. You scoffed. "No you aren't." Calum sat up, and you looked up at him, a frown set on his face. "What do you mean, no i won't?" You sighed deeply, looking away from him. "You're gonna be traveling the world, Cal. You'll be busy all the time, playing your music and going to parties and meeting new people and new girls and… You'll be too busy to think of me. And it's okay, I understand. I'll be right here when you get back." Calum smiled wistfully, shaking his head. "Oh, (y/n), (y/n), (y/n). You have no idea how much I'll think of you." You were about to protest him again, when suddenly his pouty lips were against your own, the one's you often found yourself thinking about, wondering what they tasted like. But too soon he was pulling away and getting up to leave, giving you a regretful smile. And you couldn't even say anything, because the feel of his lips made your own unable to move, and he slipped away.
  • Luke: "No, no, Luke please don't say this now," You shook your head, squeezing your eyes shut to block out the words Luke had already spoken. He stood in front of you, his expression hurt, but he expected this from you. After all, you guys were best friends. "Don't tell me you love me when you're not going to be here for 6 months. You just can't do that to me." He had no right to, especially when the past two years you've had the biggest crush on him, and when you finally get a boyfriend you liked (maybe not as much as Luke, but he liked you back and asked you out, so it was better right?) and just started going out with. His sad eyes stared you down. "I had to, I couldn't leave for this long without you knowing. It would eat me up inside." You tried to turn away from him, you couldn't handle the stress, but Luke grabbed your arm. "don't leave," He begged. "You don't have to tell me you love me back, but please, don't leave. I just need you here right now. Just let me pretend I mean something to you until i go." You couldn't help but feel your heart break because he didn't even know how much he meant to you. "Luke," You wanted to cry. You stood on your tip toes, wrapping your arms around his neck. His arms snaked around your waist and you two stood in the middle of the airport locked in each other's embrace. "You don't even know how much you mean to me. You're my best friend, and- and I do love you. Just… not in the way you love me. I mean- I shouldn't love you the way you love me because of him but…" He squeezed you tighter one last time before pulling away. "Don't say anything you'll regret, please," He mumbled. "You have six whole months to think about it, okay? Don't forget about me." You reached up to give him one last hug. "I don't think I could… even if I tried."
I wasn't hired for this : Harry Styles

A/N: This is for Nayana, I hope you like this my love!

‘Are you ready Nayana? I know they’re just five boys, but they can be a bloody rowdy bunch.’

It was my first day, and Paul had just taken me through the items that the boys would require in the dressing room for every show. I was their new personal assistant, and to be honest, I was absolutely terrified. We were closing in on their dressing room, and I heard them before I could see them. It sounded like they were fighting, or running around like idiots. Paul looked at me, rolling his eyes, making me giggle. He turned the handle to the door and burst in. Tables were turned on their ends, eggs splattered all over them. A woman stood in the corner, terrified of moving, as an egg was hurled at one of the tables. I could see a head peering over a table, and immediately knew it was Zayn. There was no mistaking that quiff. He jumped over the table and ran to get more eggs, but being pelted with a load before he could make it back unscathed. 

Paul marched into the center of the room, and the battle cries died down. All five boys stood up from behind their tables, Harry, Liam and Zayn on one team, and Louis and Niall on the other. They all looked at each other, then to Paul. He stood there with his arms crossed, an angry look painted across his face.

'I want this room cleaned from top to bottom boys. And it had BETTER be spotless.’ They all nodded, a look of worry on their faces. They all turned slowly to see the blonde haired, blue eyed girl who was stood shaking at the door. I don’t know why I was shaking, I wasn’t in trouble. As if remembering that I existed, Paul turned to me and said 'I told you they were a rowdy bunch. Guys, this is Nayana. She is your new personal assistant. And no making her run across town for silly requests, if I find out you’ve mucked her about, there will be hell to pay.’ He walked out of the room, leaving me squirming, five sets of eyes staring at me. The woman in the corner took this as her queue to leave. 

'So, Nayana’ Niall spoke up 'have you had a tour of the stadium?’

Just remember what Paul said, don’t take any shit, and don’t let them get away with anything. 'Don’t think you’re using me to worm your way out of this’ I said, gesturing my hand towards the mess. 'Paul wants it done, so I suggest you do it.’ I sounded a lot more confident than what I was feeling. I turned on my heel to leave, when the boys all chimed in with a collective 'OOOH’.

'She’s a feisty one she is’ said Harry, winking at me.

'Come on, get to work, I’ll fetch you all some rubber gloves and a cloth’ I said turning and walking out of the door, hiding the blush that was creeping across my face.

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*Two weeks later*

'Alright guys! That was a brilliant show! Do you need anything?’

'No Nayana, we’re good thanks sweetheart’ said Louis. I’d grown close to the boys these last two weeks. It felt like we had known each other forever. Especially me and Harry. I’d found him lingering around, after the others had left, asking me rather personal questions. Did I have a boyfriend, was I a virgin, etc etc. And he always sat next to me, and touched my arm or leg at any opportunity. I’d been around enough guys to know that he was interested in me. But I certainly wasn’t brave enough to make a move. He was Harry freaking Styles! Do you know how many girls would love to kill me? 'Come on lads, it’s time for GTA!’ Louis cried! The boys all ran off and I started to walk to the bus I would be staying in tonight.

'Nayana, wait up’ Harry said, jogging to my side. 'Can I chill with you? I don’t fancy running over any old ladies tonight’ he smiled.

'Yeah of course, I’ll only be watching some shitty movie, but sure!’ we walked back to the bus in silence, admiring the bit of the night sky we could see on the way. After clambering on, I realised that Lou wasn’t here. She must still be backstage, probably hiding from the boys. Harry settled himself on the sofa, as I plodded around the little kitchen area. 'Do you want a drink?’

'Uh, no thanks. Actually there’s something I want to talk to you about Nayana. Come and sit yourself next to me.’ He patted the seat next to him, and looked me up and down. I hesitated, not really knowing what to do. I moved towards him slowly, and sat next to him. He stroked my thigh with his hand as he spoke to me. 'So you know I like you right?’ I nodded, and tucked some hair behind my ear. I didn’t really know how to reply in a situation like this. 'And you like me too?’ I nodded again. He shuffled himself, turning towards me.

'Do you know how many nights I have laid awake in my bunk, dreaming of you? Wishing that you were with me? Wishing that I could feel your soft warm skin under my hands? Wishing that it was your hand stroking me, and not my own.’ I blushed at his admission. 'Baby, if you blush at my thoughts, I wonder what you’d do if they became a reality’ he said, kissing me deeply, invading my mouth. I sat there paralysed, not daring to move or respond. He pulled away, searching my face for a clue as what to do. 'If you don’t want me to I won’t’ he said. I stood up and walked to the door of the bus, locking it.

'I don’t want anyone to walk in on us.’ I retorted, confidence looming it’s head from depths I didn’t know were there. I walked over him, pulling my shirt over my head and discarding it on the floor, then moving to the zip on my skirt,and letting that pool at my feet and stepping out of it. I stood there, in my blue underwear set, and let him drink in the sight of me. His mouth fell open as he scanned my body.

'Oh baby, so much better than what I ever imagined. Come here, sit on my lap, facing me.’ I kicked my shoes off, as he undressed himself in record time, and straddled his lap, perching my ass on his knees. He cupped me, and moved me closer, so his bulging erection was pressed to my wet pussy. 'Blue is your colour, but I want to feel what’s underneath’ he said, slipping his hand into my panties, and running his fingers over me. His touch was as light as a feather, driving me crazy. I needed him to press harder, so I moved myself as close to his hand, pushing myself into his hand. 

'So eager Nayana, so desperate for me. Do you want me in you now?’

'Yes Harry, I want you in me now. Just do it, don’t waste time.’ My words awoke some carnal beast inside of him, as he growled and wrenched my panties to the side. He slipped himself out of his boxers, and lined himself up with me, thrusting upwards. He stilled allowing me to get comfortable, and started to pound. His animalistic growls echoed in my ear, which turned me on even more. To say he’d just performed a two hour show, the stamina he had behind his thrusts was incredible. 'Ohh fuck Harry, yes, right there. Keep, doing th-ahh, yes!’

'Come on Princess, I want to hear how good I make you feel. Tell me, tell everybody who is making you feel so good.’ He roared. I buried my head into his neck, biting down onto his skin. Every time he thrust in to me, he hit all the places that no man ever had before. I moaned out his name, and he gripped my hips tighter. I felt him harden inside, and then shoot his load into me. It was warm, and he slowed down his thrusts, realising I still hadn’t cum. He moved his thumb to my clit and rubbed hard, still thrusting into me. The contrast between the fast work of his fingers and the slow movements of his thrusts was an exquisite feeling, bring me to my downfall. I felt like I was on fire, my body jerking as he hit my spot over and over again, helping me through the body shattering orgasm. I panted and slumped over his shoulder.

'Wow, I’ve never had that reaction before’ he chuckled. We sat there like that for a couple of minutes, not saying anything. He stroked my spine lightly and I pulled back to look at him.

'I don’t think I was hired for this.’ He burst out into laughter making me giggle, then brought my lips close to his.

'You were hired to keep us happy Nayana, and you’ve certainly made me happy tonight.’ He retorted, kissing me deeply, and hardening inside me once more.

a hella long list of random lyric sentence starters (pt. 4)
  • "Nobody's gonna come and save you."
  • "We're going down, and you know that we're doomed."
  • "I was the one you always dreamed of."
  • "How dare you say it's nothing to me?"
  • "Baby, you're the only light I ever saw."
  • "You'll be a bitch because you can."
  • "Go cry about it why don't you?"
  • "But we get along when I'm inside you."
  • "Do you think about me still?"
  • "No, I don't like you, I just thought you were cool enough to kick it."
  • "Since you think I don't love you, I just thought you were cute, that's why I kissed you."
  • "You know you were my first time."
  • "You're dead to me."
  • "I was walking away, but she's so beautiful it made me stay."
  • "Tell me that you feel this, and I won't give up."
  • "I never seen a man who looked so all alone, could you use a little company?"
  • "There ain't no rest for the wicked."
  • "Let me be the one who calls you 'baby' all the time."
  • "Surely you can take some comfort knowing that you're mine."
  • "Could stare at your face for the rest of my days."
  • "Why do you take it so far?"
  • "You seem to replace your brain with your heart."
  • "You take things so hard and then you fall apart."
  • "You're all on your own and you lost all your friends."
  • "Your heart's too big for your body."
  • "I know you better than anyone else."
  • "I've never loved one like you."
  • "Man, oh, man, you're my best friend."
  • "Ain't nothing please me more than you."
  • "Home is wherever I'm with you."
  • "I don't believe you when you say you want to leave."
  • "Aren't you going to miss me?"
  • "I just want to kiss you."
  • "You really seem like a prize to me, and you are so mysterious."
  • "How do you know me so well?"
  • "Don't you touch my boyfriend."
  • "Don't judge me tomorrow by the way I'm acting today."
  • "This world is only gonna break your heart."
  • "Please, don't flatter yourself."
  • "I will admit, if you admit it, it's harder than we both thought."
  • "You can't deny the hardest part... I'm not in your arms."
  • "The world will never know we both have tasted tears, my dear."
  • "Don't act like it's okay."
  • "You almost ran the red 'cause you were looking over at me."
  • "This thing was a masterpiece 'til you tore it all up."
  • "Maybe I asked for too much."
  • "I know it's long gone and there was nothing else I could do."
  • "I'd like to be my old self again, but I'm still trying to find it."
  • "I know I'm not the best for you, but promise that you'll stay."
  • "These streets are filled with memories, both perfect and in pain."
  • "All I wanna do is love you, but I'm the only one to blame."
  • "I'm the shell of a girl that I used to know well."
  • "We're not friends, nor have we ever been."
  • "We're not friends, we could be anything."
  • "Friends should sleep in other beds, and friends shouldn't kiss me like you do."
  • "Your negativity was killing me."
  • "I shouldn't love you, but I want to."
  • "I can't look away."
  • "I don't know how to make a feeling stop."
  • "I won't sit around, I can't let him win now."
  • "I've tried my best to let go of you, but I don't want to."
  • "It's getting hard to be around you."
  • "Do you want me to hide the feelings and look the other way?"
  • "Yeah he's a looker, but I really think it's guts that matter most."
  • "All I'm asking for is love, but you never seem to have enough."
  • "I wanna taste you one more time again." "I'm not over you."
  • "Why can't you just love me back?"
  • "You want your independence, but you won't let me let you go."
  • "I would wait a lifetime... I would wait for you."
  • "So why do I try, I know I'm gonna fall down."
  • "Everything could be everything if only we were older."
  • "I'd do anything to make you stay."
  • "Tell me what you want me to say."
  • "It's a conversation I just can't have tonight."
  • "You want a revelation, some kind of resolution."
  • "We’re fighting again, more than usual."
  • "I'm sorry about being me."
  • "Bring me a cat to be my best friend."
  • "It isn’t like you ever said that you were committed."
  • "I got him where I want him now."
  • "Second chances they don't ever matter, people never change."
  • "There's a million other girls who do it just like you, looking as innocent as possible to get to who they want and what they like, it's easy if you do it right."
  • "You're the nicest thing I've seen."
  • "I wish that we could give it a go... see if we could be something."
  • "I wish I was your favourite girl."
  • "You must try harder than kissing all of my friends."
  • "You're alive, at least as far as I can tell you are."
  • "It's not my fault that I fucked everybody here."
  • "We promise each other it's 'til the end."
  • "I say I don't love you, but you know I'm a liar."
  • "You work so hard to get me just to let me go."
  • "You put me in the spotlight just to steal the show."
  • "Why are we acting like lovers? We don't know each other."
  • "You're beautiful, but cause me pain."
  • "You played my heart like it's a game."
  • "And she's so pretty, and she's so sure."
  • "Maybe I'm more clever than a girl like her."
  • "It's alright and it's nice not to be so alone."
  • "Maybe I'm a little bit over my head."
  • "We were all in love and we all got hurt."
  • "We're going way too fast."
  • "It's all too sweet to last."
  • "He's my first mistake."
  • "We gave each other up so easily."
  • "These silly little wounds will never mend."
  • "I feel so far from where I've been."
  • "Maybe you'll remember me."
  • "He's everything you want."
  • "He says all the right things at exactly the right time, but he means nothing to you and you don't know why."
  • "I'm tattooed and fired up and drunk and obscene."
  • "You ask for the truth, but you know you could do so much better."
  • "I love you, I swear it, I would never lie."
  • "I fear for our lives and I fear your closed eyes."
  • "How do I get you alone?"
  • "You don't know how long I have wanted to touch your lips and hold you tight."
  • "I loved you before I ever knew you 'cause I loved the simple thought of you."
  • "There is nowhere else that I belong."
  • "I'm so damn scared of dying without you."
  • "Don't lie, I know we're fixing to die."
  • "I only came 'cause you asked me to."
  • "It's such a shame that we can't renew all those feelings that we shared back a month or two."
  • "I kept everything that reminds me of us."
  • "It sounds weird but your picture's still hung up."
  • "I'm not sleeping too well, now I'm sleeping alone."