You know how your parents always warn you that your internet friend “may not be who they say they are”? Well, they’re true; every friend I’ve made online is always the best, the cutest, the most good person, and they always say they’re not. Your parents always tell you how dangerous they are, and they’re right; just the sight of one of their selfies has your heart beating, your chest aching,and it hurts not being with them in real life. Your parents say they’re nothing but trouble, and they’re right; it’s always troublesome when you want to hug someone hundreds and thousands of miles away. .
Your parents were right about your online friends; just, not in the way you thought.
“To my future love,
I hope you’re not waiting for me to complete you.
I hope you go to the movies with yourself, cook yourself dinner, and buy yourself flowers.
I hope you don’t get lonely at night when the bed feels far too big and the pillow next to you is empty.
I hope you make silly faces at children and smile at strangers instead of looking at the ground.
I hope you show yourself patience and affection instead of seeking those things from others.
I hope you dance around your kitchen and get so lost in your joy that you burn the food.
I hope you learn to forgive yourself for your flaws and past mistakes.
I hope you love yourself, darling.
And I hope you know I can’t wait to love you ten times more than you possibly could.”
Driving around that town where you’ve been before and we’re like the kids from Candy kissing in the grocery store, and there’s nowhere else to be I could live in your old car with the broken stereo, I want to be wherever wherever you are
Wherever You Are Is The Place I Belong [Narry] 4/?
Summary: (part three) Niall and Harry get a little help, and everything goes right this time.
A couple days later and Niall is in gym class, finally feeling like he’s shaken off the bad feelings from the past few days and grateful for the good distraction of burning muscles and a shirt stuck to his back with sweat. They’re in the middle of a pretty intense footie game, when Niall accidentally collides with a player on the opposite team and they both go down, to some extent.
Niall gets up but the other guy, an omega named Josh Niall recognizes from his Literature and Comprehension class, he stays on the ground, curling up and clutching at his stomach.
“Shit, are you okay?” Niall asks, crouching down and putting a hand to Josh’s shoulder. Josh groans weakly and rocks back and forth, and so Niall lifts his hand to flag down the teacher. Mr. Higgins blows his whistle and Niall winces. At the shrillness of the sound, nothing else.
“Devine!” Mr. Higgins says, running over and moving Niall out of the way so he can crouch beside Josh instead. “What’s wrong?”
“Hurts,” Josh finally groans, covering his eyes like he’s trying to hide his tears.
“It hurts like five minutes on the bench or,” Mr. Higgins trails off, looking around at the growing crowd like he isn’t quite sure what to do, and, great, that’s exactly what they need.
You throw the card you’d been reading down onto the round metal table before you, glancing over it once more. The picture on the front is that of a city, the name written in italic in the top right corner. She hadn’t even tried to personalize the picture for you, nor the letter that is nothing more than a bad excuse.
“Do you want another cup o’ coffee?”
You raise your head up to the server, and answer his question with a nod accompanied by a bitter smile. “Yeah.”
He looks at you with a square smile, then takes your empty cup.