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Apologies

Description:  After a fight, Taehyung can’t bring himself to apologize to his girlfriend until he realizes that she might have moved on.  If he wants her he needs to go get her.

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Smut and Angst

Word Count: 11620

Warning: Rough sex, possessive dirty talk, spanking

A/N: These just keep getting longer, sorry about that.  A special thanks goes to @avveh for being my soundboard and helping out.  Hope jealous Tae is everything you (and I) want!

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Requested by anonymous

Valentine’s day… the cursed holiday. You’ve never enjoyed this day of love but this Valentines was different than the rest. You had finally decided to do something you’ve never dared to do before. You sent Jughead an anonymous card confessing your feelings for him.

See you’ve had a crush on Jughead for as long as you could remember but you never said anything because you two were also rather good friends. However you had to get your feelings out somehow. This seemed like the best idea.

Closing your locker at the end of the day you sighed. Time to go home and take a nice long nap that will hopefully help you forget about all the things you were missing as a single person.

“[Y/N]?”.

You almost hit the ceiling you jumped so high.
“J…Jug? H…hey what’s going on” you forced a smile but you imagined it must have looked a bit odd.

“Ah well I found this in my locker?” Jughead said taking a piece of paper out of his pocket. You felt the blood immediately drain from you face. That was…

“Haha what’s that?”.

“[Y/N] really? You think I wouldn’t recognize your handwriting?” Jughead raised an eyebrow. Damn it. You wanted to crawl inside your locker and never coming out. How could you be so stupid.

“Jughead I’m sorry I just…”.

“Calm down. You obviously haven’t checked your backpack huh?”.
Raising an eyebrow you opened up your bag and found there was a letter hidden inside.
“I slipped that in there this morning when you asked me to watch your backpack. I’ve been meaning to tell you that I like you for awhile. Guess great minds think alike huh?”.

You cheeks were red hot “I guess so…”.

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Christine Sydelko Quote Starters

  • “I’d roast his beans if yknow what i mean~”
  • “My mom was right, peer pressure is real!”
  • “Is that uncooked ramen?  What the fuck is wrong with you??”
  • “Aww, that’s so stupid! Bye!”
  • “I just wanted a tattoo that really meant something to me, yknow?  And so I said ‘fuck it’ and got a Croc!”
  • “Y-yeah I wanna poke his dick…!”
  • “I guess this body… is a dead one.”
  • “My dick is stuck in a pringles can.”
  • “The ‘gaters is my family now!”
  • “I got a minion toy stuck in my ass.”
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  • “Your penis is leaking…”
  • “(Name), I’ve seen you chase a tequila shot with a dorito.”
  • “The fuck you doin’, burpin’ in my mouth and shit?”
  • “You wish to be mummified in fruit roll-ups?”
  • “I believe in equality!  I believe that your dick is equal to the size of a tic tac!”
  • “The rain is just God’s tears… He’s crying because we’re sinners…”
  • “I think I swallowed a nickle.”

anonymous asked:

One where one night Josh and Y/N get drunk and admit their feelings and kiss in front of everyone. Then the next morning they don't remember and Tyler has to explain what happened?

I’m sorry this took me such a long time to get out. I hope it’s sort of what you wanted though. Thanks for requesting!

Last Night (A Josh Dun Imagine)

Trigger Warnings: Alcohol, Language

You don’t remember how many shots you took last night, or much of anything for that matter; all you know is that the sun streaming through the window is blinding and your head is pounding so violently, you feel like it’s going to knock you over.

It wasn’t until your eyes were fully open that you realized you weren’t in your bedroom. In fact, you weren’t even in your own house. After a moment of panic, it dawned on you that you were in Tyler and Jenna’s guest bedroom.

Groaning, you rolled out of bed, ignoring the pulsing pain in your head, and headed for the bathroom, the cold floor an unwelcomed surprise on your bare feet.

The reflection you saw in the mirror was not pretty in the least. Your usually-bright eyes were groggy-looking and bloodshot. Your hair was a tousled mess, and you realized you weren’t even in your own clothes, but instead were dressed in a pair of bright pink pajamas, presumable Jenna’s. How much did you drink last night? Knowing there wasn’t much you could do to improve your appearance, you sighed and flicked off the light before heading down the hall.

Padding your way into the kitchen, you found Jenna and Tyler sitting at the kitchen table, talking in low voices. When Jenna saw you enter, her eyes lit up and she ran to greet you.

“I thought you were gonna sleep forever! How are you feeling?”

“Um… not too great.” You replied, wincing at how loud her voice was. “How are you guys not, uh, hungover?”

“I’ve got a bit of a headache, but I’m sure it’s nothing compared to what you’re feeling. You went a little wild with the shots last night.” Tyler piped up from where he was sitting the table, scrolling through his Twitter feed.  He held up a glass and gestured for you to sit down. “Orange juice?”

“Yeah, sure.”

Taking a seat next to Tyler, you rested your head in your hands, trying to keep the room from spinning. The cold orange juice definitely helped, but you knew this wouldn’t pass anytime soon; you’d never been this hungover.  

“What time is it?” A groggy-looking Josh entered, his sluggish posture and dark-rimmed eyes matching yours.

Jenna pulled out a chair for him and Josh sat down gratefully. “Almost noon. Are you hungry?”

“Starving.”

When Josh said he was hungry, he really meant it. Six pancakes and three eggs later, Jenna had to cut off his supply so he wouldn’t make himself sick.

Running his fingers through his messy pink hair, Josh looked down sheepishly. “Sorry, I think I went a little crazy on the shots last night. I can’t even remember most of it.”

You nodded. “Yeah, same here. Thanks for taking us home; we owe you big time.”

Tyler looked up from his phone. “Wait… you don’t remember anything from last night? Either of you?”

Josh shook his head, and you furrowed your eyebrows. “It was all kind of a blur to be honest. Why? Did something happen?”

Tyler slipped Jenna a quick glance, and you felt a sinking in your stomach as you strained to remember what went down last night.

You looked over at Josh, who seemed to be just as uncomfortable as you were.

Tyler looked uneasily down at his glass of orange juice. “Um, well you were both super drunk, obviously, and you kind of…well…” You felt yourself begin to grow red as you watched him stumble over his words. “You guys kissed. A lot, actually. And you said you were ‘madly in love’.”

Your face was now burning hot. Staring down at your hands, your mind was racing; the pounding in your head was somehow five hundred times worse than before. Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit.

Suddenly aware of how painfully quiet the room is, you let it all sink in. You kissed Josh. You kissed Josh. I mean yeah, you’d always had feelings for him, but you hadn’t planned on revealing those feelings anytime soon. You felt so stupid for letting yourself get that drunk.

Jenna was the first to break the silence. “It was actually kind of cute. I mean, until you passed out in the middle of the bar.”

Ignoring Jenna’s failed attempts to make things better, you swallowed hard. You felt like you were going to be sick. How could you have been so stupid? Still not daring to look up at your friends, you scooted your chair away from the table and darted for the hallway bathroom.

Once the bathroom door was closed behind you, you couldn’t hold back the hot tears stinging your eyes any longer. You slid down the wall and into a heap on the cold tile floor, mentally yelling at yourself for losing self-control. Though the tears slid rapidly down your cheeks, you made sure you didn’t make a sound. The whole situation was bad enough without them knowing that you were crying.

You sat there for a few minutes, behind the safety of the closed door. You weren’t sure what to do. You couldn’t stay in the bathroom forever, sobbing at your own stupidity. But you couldn’t leave and face everyone either. Before you had time to decide what to do, a knock at the door chose for you.

You didn’t say anything at first, not until you heard Josh’s voice call your name softly.

“(Y/N)?”

Trying to keep your voice from breaking, you replied with a small “What?” Your voice broke anyway.

“Can we talk for a second?”

You didn’t reply, but instead wiped your eyes on your sleeve, hoping they weren’t swollen from crying.

The door creaked open just slightly, and Josh peeked his head around. You looked down at the floor, still too uncomfortable to make eye contact. Closing the door behind him, Josh walked over silently and sat down next to you, his back against the wall.

It was you who spoke first, so fast and so suddenly that you surprised yourself. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to make our friendship awkward, and I didn’t mean to make things awkward for Tyler and Jenna, and I’m-”

Josh pressed a finger to your lips to silence you. You looked up at him for the first time since Tyler broke the news, and you saw that he wasn’t angry. Instead, his features were soft and gently.

“Hey, it’s not your fault. I was drunk too.” He whispered, playing with a sting his shirt.

You dug your nails into your palm to repress the tears, refusing to let Josh see you cry. “I’m so stupid, I just kept taking shots and I don’t know what got into me.”

“No, no you’re not stupid. I don’t really remember much from last night, but I… I’m glad that this happened.”

Confused, you looked up at him again. “What?”

Josh continued to tug at the string, twisting it around his fingers. “I wasn’t really sure how to tell you this, but now just seems like the right time. Yeah, I was drunk last night, really drunk. So were you. But I really do like you. A lot. And I wish I remembered kissing you last night, because I’ve wanted to do that for a really long time.”

Stunned, it takes you a moment to get the words out. “M-me too.”

Josh’s tired eyes lit up. “Really?”

“Yeah. Really.” You laughed a little under your breath. “I’m embarrassed I that I revealed it in the middle of a bar at two a.m., but yeah, I’ve liked you for a long time.”

The grin spreading across Josh’s face was so wide and so genuine, you couldn’t help but smile too.

He looked at you, his dark eyes hopeful.  “So, do you want to redo that kiss? Sober this time?”

Smiling, you nodded and wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing your lips against his in one swift motion. It felt so good, kissing him after having wanted to for so long. When you finally let go, Josh’s cheeks were pink and his eyes crinkled into a smile to match yours. All the shame of the morning was forgotten. You had never been happier.

anonymous asked:

Hey could I maybe request meeting Hanbin in the airport at night when it's all empty and quiet and you're watching the lights of thr city and the planes and he bumps into you and you share your thoughts on all those people going and coming and having loved ones and dreams and such in the airplanes & he basically falls head over heels and replies with "you have no idea how bad I want to kiss you right now?"

Originally posted by ohitsdoubleb

A/n: This is kind of short and it took me forever to write but I hope that you like it. Hopefully this is what you wanted and i’m for any mistakes that this may have.

You struggled to carry your  obviously very large and very heavy suitcase across the tile of a pretty much empty airport. The inside of your palm, against the handle began to turn red. You began to walk at a slower pace as carrying it was starting become to much for you. Finally, you decided to stop and stand where you were and take anbreak. Not many people were around and it was an open space, you thought it would be fine.

It was fine, that is until you heard the sound of sneakers squeaking across tile coming closer and closer to you. Before you knew it, you felt the weight of the world push against you. Your body fell forward and you were on your stomach, only cold hard tile was beneath you. “Ughh..” You groaned as you flipped over and were now on your back.

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Better off Without Him- Liam Dunbar

A/N: 500 followers!! You guys are so amazing and i love you all so much! As you probably know i was thinking of doing a one line to oneshot sort of thing but i’m finding hard to think up some good sentences so i was thinking instead maybe you guys could send in any sentence that you want and the character and i’ll write a short oneshot for you? So if you want to send in some sentences i can get started for you!

Requested by rabab20: Hey! I’m new to your account but it’s REALLY good like your stories are awesome! Can you do an imagine of like a breakup/cheating with Liam?Plz and thanks!


“Can you let me explain” You heard Liam shout through the letterbox, you wiped away another tear and readjusted yourself in your bed. It was a good job that your parents weren’t in or they’d be asking you so many questions that you would not be able to answer.

“Please y/n” He pleaded “I love you”

That was it, you completely snapped you had put up with a good 20 minutes of him shouting through the door but that was it. You got out of bed and stormed around your room collecting everything Liam had ever given to you or let you borrow, you headed straight to the window directly above the front door and flung it open

“You love me?!” You yelled “Don’t treat me like a goddamn idiot Dunbar” and before he could speak you hurled all the items straight out of the window and watched them land on the lawn in front of Liam

“Y/n don’t do this!” He called back “just let me in so we can talk”

“So we can talk?” You asked half laughing at his audacity “talk about what Liam? How you thought it was perfectly okay to shove your tongue down Hayden’s throat!” You practically screamed, by now a few passers-by had stopped to catch a glimpse of the argument. Liam glanced around and then looked back at you with pleading eyes

“Babe you’re making a scene” He said in a harsher whisper

“Oh I’m making a scene?” You laughed “oh god forbid people find out about my cheating, lying, EX boyfriend” you emphasised the ‘ex’ and you could tell that Liam was upset by it but you didn’t care. He deserved it.

“Well you can run along to Hayden i’m sure she wouldn’t make a scene” You said and swung the window shut and headed back to your bedroom

“Open the door y/n” Liam yelled again “Please”

You just looked at yourself in the mirror and broke down. You didn’t know why he did it but you didn’t want to hear his excuses. You slumped down your door and rubbed away the new lot of tears, you hated how he had made you feel so stupid.

“Please can I just explain” Liam carried on “You don’t have to forgive me but can I at least explain?”

You headed back to the window above the front door and opened it once more

“Explain then Liam” You called down “Explain to me what the hell you were thinking when you kissed her”

“Not like this please” He said

“It’s like this or not at all” You stated “you don’t get that privilege”

“Okay fine” he seemed a little annoyed at having to explain himself where everyone could listen but he spoke anyway “It was just in the moment, she leant in and I don’t know what came over me, it’s like I knew not to but I did it anyway. Once it happened I knew it was wrong and I knew that it was unfair, it was a mistake. Please Y/n”

“Is that it?” You laughed “You think that just because you say it was a mistake I’ll forgive you? You think I’m going to be like all those other girls who need someone to make them feel wanted and special? Well I’m not. I don’t need you Liam Dunbar and I certainly will not forgive you. So save your breath and get out of my life.” You slammed the window shut and didn’t even give him a chance to respond you crawled straight back into bed and shut him out. You didn’t need him anymore and you were better off without him.

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“ANDY! Would you please put that stupid cat down and help me for five minutes… for once?”
He covers crows ears, and pouts at you,
“Crow’s not stupid, don’t listen to that meanie Crow, Andy loves you” You raise an eyebrow, and roll your eyes. He still doesn’t get off his ass to help you. He just sits and plays with that god damnit cat of his. You storm over, with hands that now smell of washing up liquid and Febreeze, and take the cat off of his lap. The shoe lace he was chasing lands next to your foot.
 
Andy looks up at you, with a frown. It’s a more than just a little annoyed kind of frown. He looks like he could punch you in the face, right now.
“come help me now Andrew.. PLEASE!”
“Y/N I was just trying to play with the cat for five minutes! I was on tour for so long and I love seeing you both, and I want to spend time with him too!”
“I know you do Honey, but I need your help right now.” That’s when he mumbles something that changes the game completely.
“Juliet wouldn’t have been this bitchy about it. Unless she was on her period”
Excuse me Andrew? What the fuck did you just say?”
“Juliet, was never, this, fucking, bitchy!” Somehow this little upset over cleaning the apartment had turned into this massive row, and you hate it. You hate arguing with him. Thinking about it, it has happened a lot lately, and he’s been very distant. When he was away, he was calling you much less than he used to, and he didn't always pick up when he promised he’d be there to do so.
“you know what? Andy? Maybe you should have picked up the phone for five minutes or bothered to leave a message!”
“Look I’m sorry, but I can’t do this anymore. We’re done.”
“Andy- but I-”
“WE’RE FUCKING THROUGH!, Y/N!…I’m done with you, and your shit. ” You stand there, and watch him, as he stands up, with Crow under his arm, and walks out, 
“ANDY!” he slams the door behind him, and leaves you, stood there, breathing heavily, trying not to cry.

You decide, after pondering on what happened for a good hour or so, to call Jake and get out of that godforsaken apartment. He picks up after the second ring
“Hi Y/N, what’s up?”
“Listen… Andy and I… Can I stay with you two, for a little while?" 
"Y/N… Of course you can, are you okay?” You’ve been trying to hold it in, but you can’t, anymore. You trust Jake, and you don’t mind him knowing how upset you are .
“It was so stupid, I just wanted him to help me and he’s just been so distant and-” Your voice cracks, as the tears form. 
“Y/N, don’t cry, it’ll be alright in the end, trust me. Me and Ella have had our ups and downs, and we’re getting married. Give it time. Okay?”
“Yeah- um- I’ll see you in an hour.” You hang up, and make yourself pack enough for a week, and get in the car to drive.

You pull yourself together, as you knock on the door. Jake opens it to you, and leans towards you to give you a hug. You sniffle, as  you walk through the hall, and plonk yourself on the couch. 

Your cell starts playing that recording you had, of Andy singing the same song he always sang to you when he held you when you had PTSD nightmares. You remember him smiling at you, rocking you, singing Rebel love song, softly, before kissing you and staying with you all night. Through the nightmares, through the storms that kept you awake. You stare at his picture on your screen, remembering him yelling at you before, and how mad you are. You think about it, but you don’t answer it. But as soon as it goes to answerphone, it rings all over again. 

You distract yourself, trying to start a conversation. Ella notices you looking upset, and sits next to you. She elbows you, and you look up. 
“You know, all boys are idiots,” Jake huffs from the kitchen and you both laugh.
“I need to go and get some sleep, I’m all worked up,” she nods at you, and you go off to bed, knowing you won’t wake up until the morning now. 

You wake up, somewhere around 6am, to a knock on the door. You heave yourself up, and open it, to Andy. 
“God, Y/N I know you hate me. I was so stupid, and I just came to say I’m sorry, and- And I love you. So much.” You feel yourself tear up, and lean towards him to give him a hug, 
“Y/N? Am I forgiven?”
“Of course not, you’re an asshole. That, Andy, is not forgiven. But we can start again.” There’s a moment’s silence, before he says, 
“Hi, I’m Andy, I’m an asshole, nice to meet you.”

I'm about to lose it in this office and act ignorant.

Some Incompetent Useless Person:  Thanks for calling So & So, my name is Useless and Unhelpful.  What can I do for you?

Me:  (deep breath)  I need this thing.  Do you have it?

SIUP:  Sure!  I’ll check on that for you.  May I place you on a brief hold?

Me:  That’s fine.

**15 minutes of hold music later**

SIUP: Thanks for calling So & So, my name is Dizzy Bitch Who Can’t Do Her Job, What can I do for you?

WORKING IS SO STUPID I JUST WANT MONEY TO BE DELIVERED TO MY APARTMENT WHY IS THAT SO HARD.

Another chance (1/1)

Thanks for the prompt! Sorry this took so long. :)

Paige sighed as she skimmed her fingers around the rim of her cup of coffee, scooping up the excess foam. She slipped the tips of her fingers into her mouth, looking in the direction of the counter. Emily was standing behind the counter while Hanna was leaning against it. Although Paige was a few tables away she could hear everything perfectly.

“So you’ll come over tonight, won’t you?” Hanna was asking imploringly. “Spencer says she’s busy so she won’t help me with this damn English homework.”

“English homework?” Emily asked distastefully. “Why don’t you ask Aria to help you? She’s great with that kind of thing.”

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In kindergarten or first grade, I would tell people I had tigers living in my attic and a room full of gold. I would tell people I was from Hawaii, but I had a Southern accent. I was the biggest liar for no reason, and then as I got older, I thought, “Why am I lying to everybody?” I would hear other people lie and be like, “You sound so stupid.” So then I would just change my lies. The only person I lie to is my little sister, when I steal her clothes.
—   Kendall Jenner
Nothing's fine, I'm torn (part 17)

I hope this chapter is extra long for you all. I worked really hard on this one. It’s intense (I think). Also, slight warning there’s like a 10 second smut scene but there is NO detail. So don’t feel uncomfortable lol. Sorry if you do, but it’s my story. Everything is gonna come together from here now. Please do enjoy and let me know what you thought. I love it when everyone shares their thoughts with me ❤❤ I’ll shut up now.

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Y/N’s POV

I don’t realize how long I was running for. It felt like hours though I’m sure it was only one or two. I’m back at my house, completely drained and drenched in sweat. It was one hell of a workout but it did me good. It cleared my mind, even if it was for a while.
I can’t stop picturing last night though, everything that could’ve happened, everything that I wanted to happen but it didn’t. I set my house keys on the key rack and drag my sore body up the stairs to my bedroom. I wonder what Harry thinks about all of this. He sprinted for the door before I could even begin to ask what exactly was going on.

I huff out a breath of air. I untie my hair letting it cascade down my back and grab a fresh pair of undergarments. I need to talk to Harry, but first I need to shower because I smell like I just ran for an hour..

Harry’s POV

“Oh god,” I groan, throwing my head back as pleasure consumes by body. We’ve been going at this for so long, and I am almost there. Her hands rest on my chest for support as she assists herself on me.

“Harry,” she whimpers, unraveling from her euphoria, as I do too. Bringing down her head to my chest, she waits a few seconds before lifting herself off of me and laying down next to me.

“That was, wow,” she breathes hard next to my ear. She gives me a weak smile, assuring that she’s completely exhausted. She nuzzles her head into my neck, wrapping her arm around me. I run my hand up and down her back, my eyelids beginning to get heavy from the lack of sleep, we both drift into a serene slumber.

I awake from my nap at about noon. Kendall’s still sleeping, her small body entwined with mine. I gently get up from the bed for the second time today. I don’t know if what I just did made this any easier, and of course it didn’t. Even after that I still can’t stop thinking about Y/N. While Kendall and I were going at it, Y/N’s face kept replacing Kendall’s and I nearly ran to get those thoughts out of my head.
I don’t know why I can’t stop thinking about her or why I kissed her, all I know is that I wanted to kiss her.

I quickly change into a random tshirt and gray sweats. Exiting the room, I head for the kitchen to fetch myself a glass of water. I fill it up and down it in just a few gulps.
I know I won’t be able to avoid Y/N forever, but I need to talk to her. I need to settle whatever the hell is going on between us. Why is it that it aggravates me every time Liam is near her? It’s blatantly obvious the guy likes her, and I’m sure she knows by now. She doesn’t feel the same way for him and that gives me a great feeling of satisfaction.

“You are going insane Styles,” I mutter to myself, slightly laughing. I need to go see her, but first I should jump in the shower.

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Y/N’s POV

I turn the shower keys off, feeling the little droplets go down my body. That was a much needed shower that relaxed all of my tense muscles. I wrap the towel around my wet body. I quickly get changed, eager to see if Harry’s contacted me at all. I’m worried that the kiss scared him off. Losing Harry would break me.
Walking over to my nightstand, I check to see if I’ve gotten anything, but nothing so far. I sigh a deep breath, frowning at the fact at how miserable I am without him. I am so pathetic, falling in love makes you so stupid. And I just didn’t fall for anyone, I fell for Harry, my best friend.

I turn to walk away when my phone goes off all the sudden. Not minding to check who it is, I eagerly answer the phone, in hopes that it’s Harry,

“Harry?” I say a little too excited. I should really tone it down a notch.

“Well unless I sound like Harold, I don’t think that’s me,” Liam’s sweet voice rings into my ears.

“Oh, I’m sorry Liam.” I apologize truthfully. I can really get carried away, I really need to stop being so damn insensitive.

“Expecting a call from him?” He asks curiously. ‘Yeah he kinda left us hangin’ and wanting for more’ my subconscious is back. For once I am happy to hear annoying remarks.

“No.. I don’t know actually.” I say truthfully. There’s no point in hiding the tint of disappointment etched in my voice.

“Are you alright? You sound a bit upset. What’s wrong babe?”

“Liam, I don’t want to hurt you and I know that if I came to you with the problems I have, well it’d be hard for you, maybe.” Coming to the guy that admitted he loves me over about how the guy that I love is giving me weird, mixed signals doesn’t sound ideal, but Liam is literally the only one I
have and I need his comfort and company more than anything right now.

“Try me love,” he challenges. I can just picture him grinning right now. How in the world did this sweet guy fall for me? And why couldn’t I just give my heart to him?

“Mind coming over? I just got back from a long run and I could really use your company,” I say to him. This house is so small, but yet so empty and I hardly have anyone come over. I don’t wanna seem like I’m taking advantage of Liam’s kindness just because he loves me, which I’m not.
He really is a comfort zone for me. I’m thankful to have him around.

“Already on my way,” he says as he dangles his car keys for me to hear. I can’t help the huge grin that forms on my face, he’s so silly.

….

“Thank you for being here,” I say against Liam’s chest as I embrace him in a friendly hug. I take in his aroma, the one that I’m so used to. He always smells so good.

“I’ll always be here for you Y/N.” He whispers softly but audible enough for me to hear. I sigh deeply and look up to face him as I unwrap my arms from him.
“What’s got you so worked up?” He says examining my face. It really must be that obvious or I’m just becoming that predictable. Either way, I’m glad he’s quick to catch onto it.

I motion him over to sit on the couch as he follows up behind me.
We take a seat, making myself comfortable. I hope he’s ready for an ear full.
“Okay,” I huff, “Liam, yesterday when Harry took me out for a belated birthday celebration, I almost told him everything. All of it,” I close my eyes, not expecting what to hear from him. I’m sure this is the last thing he wants to hear coming from me. Liam and I aren’t so different, the person he loves doesn’t love him back, and the person I love doesn’t love me back, the only difference is that I know Liam loves me.

“All of it?” He sounds surprised yet expectant even. I’m not sure if that’s a good or bad thing, but I’m not quite sure. I bite down on my bottom lip, nodding slowly as if in a guilty way. I should be feeling guilty.

“Why almost though? What stopped you?” He asks with curious eyes.

“We were interrupted by, miss bitch-witch.” I giggle slightly at calling her that again. Now that I think of it, it’s actually kind of ridiculous.

“I see,” he nods his head up and down slowly. I can sense his relief, I know he’s glad I didn’t tell Harry the truth.

“We also kissed,” I add. I shut my eyes tightly, I know he wasn’t expecting that. I’m too scared to even see what his reaction is.

“You guys kissed? Why?” I open my eyes to see his pained face. His eyes are full of hurt and I want to punch myself. Why does this have to happen to him and why do I have to be the fucking cause of it?

“Liam, I’m sorry. This is why I didn’t-”

“No Y/N, it’s okay. I said I’d understand and I will. Don’t apologize, I know you have a lot going for you right now. Don’t let me be another added problem,” he says sweetly, his hand tucking hair behind my ear.
“What happened after?” I know he hesitated to ask, it’s etched clearly in his voice.

“Nothing. He pulled away after it got a bit more intense. He said it was wrong, and it is wrong. I may hate Kendall, but I wouldn’t want her to be cheated on. That would only justify as to what she called me.” I shake my head, looking down. The way I’m acting is assurance that she’s right.

“What did she call you?” He keeps a curious gaze on me.

“She said I’m a slut for kissing you and then going after Harry. She knows I like him, women know these things. It’s in our nature.” What’s even more surprising is that she hasn’t said anything to Harry. I would’ve expected her to warn him about me, maybe she has but he just disregarded it. I know how oblivious Harry is to things. He is dating her.

“You are furthest from a slut. And us kissing was partly my fault too. You shouldn’t have to take the whole blame for it. We’re both adults here and it was equally our fault.” He exasperates. I can tell he’s mad that she called me that, and even more mad that Harry didn’t do much about it.

“It’s okay, I think I handled it pretty well.” I give him a playful smile, thoughts of my fists and nails clawing at her face give me that great feeling of triumph. I’m sure there’s still marks on her face.

“Yeah, I think I can see that. I just noticed the marks on your face. It looks pretty bad,” He says carefully touching my cuts. I wince a little as they still sting.

“I left her a bit worse,” I chuckle lightly, as I mouth an ‘ow’.

“Atta babe,” he encourages. I playfully punch him on his shoulder.


For the next half hour we spend talking about random stuff. He tells me how the boys have big things coming up ahead and that the fans are going to be really excited to know. I love when they let me in on this stuff, it makes me proud knowing just how far they’ve gone together as a group.

“What time is it?” He asks looking at his watch and then back to me.
“Shit, I completely forgot I have a meeting today. I’m sorry love,” he says quickly getting up from the couch.

“It’s okay. Thank you for being my company. I needed that, I needed you.” I remind him with a smile. He gives me his charming smile as I walk him out the front door.
We stand outside on my porch. The sky looks foggy, I think it’s going to rain.

“Once again thank you Liam. I don’t know how many times I have to tell you thank you but it will never be enough. You put up with my shit and I don’t get how,” I look up at him. The moisture in the air is evident, and it smells like rain is approaching.

“You know why I’ll always be here for you. Because the stupid side in me is hopeful that maybe, just maybe you might feel the same way for me one day. Don’t respond to that, I just needed you to know.” I give him an apologizing look, and wrap my arms around him. He snakes his arms around my waist, holding me close and tight. His breathing is slow, but his heart is beating rather fast. My cheek is pressed against his chest, he’s so warm. None of us say anything, I want him to take in this hug because I know he needs it too.

“Am I interrupting something?” A deep familiar voice snaps me away from my thoughts. I look up to see Harry standing in front of my house. His eyes travel from mine over to Liam’s arms wrapped around me.

“No, Harry um Liam was just leaving,” I say clearly worried as I detach myself from Liam’s embrace.

“No, please. Don’t let me bother you, I knew something was going on between the both of you, it was evident.” Harry says sternly. How can he possibly think that after kissing him last night?

“Harry, this isn’t what it looks like. Liam just-” Harry cuts me off short.

“Y/N, you don’t have to explain. Trust me, you don’t. You’re with him, there’s no need to deny it.” His eyes are filled with hurt and it’s breaking my heart. I am nearly about to have a breakdown. I feel like my lungs are closing in and I’m gasping for air.

He swallows whatever he was going to say next and turns his heel and begins to walk back to his car. My brain quickly triggers my feet to run after him. I sprint towards him, my hand reaches for his arm. I face him towards me, staring straight into my eyes. I am about to do what I have been avoiding to do this whole time. There’s no reason for me to hold it in anymore, I need to tell him now.

“Harry,” I say frantically breathing hard. “Nothing’s going on between me and Liam,” I pause before speaking another word. “Because… Because I love you. I’m in love with you Harry. I love you so much.” Tears forming at the brim of my eyes, but a thousand pounds has been lifted off my chest.

Rose Petals

“Your lips are real soft, yanno? Like… like fuckin’ rose petals or something.”

He inches away with those kissable lips parted and tucks his chin into the collar of the sweater I made for him, maybe trying to hide them. “What the fuck possessed you to say something so stupid?”

I shrug. “Just stating a fact. Thought you should know.”

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