If they laugh at you because you don’t like to drink, then maybe they’re not worthy friends anyway. I always begin with a talk. Maybe talk to them about it if you feel comfortable about the fact that you don’t like to drink and that it’s alright if they do but it’s just really not your thing. If they can’t respect that then they’re asshats. If that’s the case perhaps you could try finding better friends who will respect your choices, but never allow people to pressure you into doing stuff you don’t wanna do. Good luck babe!
Hehe. I just pick out the ones I like the most. :p Thank you though!
Thank you thank you! I quite like it too. :)
Haha. I don’t think anyone ever has. Congrats on being the first one. You’re the bomb diggity!
Thank you thank you. :) It really makes me mad too and I’m not saying that I’m the nicest person in the world but I do try to be kind to people. Hell, I’ve been told that I’m too nice sometimes so it makes me mad when people are rude to me. And thank you for calling me sweet. I’m blushing and smiling. <333
You shook snow off yourself just as Niall did, your entire back covered from making snow angels in your front yard. Heading back into your house you both stripped at the front door, leaving your wet clothes in a heap before slipping into the dry pajamas you’d laid out for yourselves earlier. Louis’ pants hung low on his waist as he walked into the kitchen, grabbing mugs of hot chocolate for the both of you. “I’m gonna have to take off my socks too. They’re soaking.” You tugged at them as you sat on the couch, discarding them on the floor just as Louis walked back into the room with you. “You’re so cute you know th-” He began, yelping as he slipped on one of your wet socks, cocoa flying everywhere as he tripped right onto your Christmas tree, a mess of pine needles, glass, and chocolate to be cleaned up, but you couldn’t help but laugh at him as he sat up, tinsel in his hair and an embarrassed blush on his cheeks.
You shook your head again, Niall letting out a chuckle next to you, pulling you in for yet another encouraging hug. “I can’t do it.” Your eyes widened at just the thought of what you were about to do. “You can. Remember, this is us, living every day like it’s the last we’ll see.” He reminded you of the mantra you’d both been standing by since you’d met, though you never thought it would take you over one thousand feet in the air. The two professionals that would be going along with you both smiled, one of them calling out, having to yell. “It’s freeing. Your nerves will be the worst part.” You nodded your head, swallowing and deciding that you couldn’t back out of what could be one of the most exhilarating, wild, and freeing experiences of your life. And it was as for a moment, you could fly.
You gave Niall’s hand a quick squeeze as the doctor read over the file in his hand, reciting words you’d never heard but ultimately informing both of you that Niall was sterile, unable to produce children. Both of you stared blankly as the doctor gave an apology that would mean nothing, would change nothing. After trying for a year, your dreams of creating a life together was out of the picture. The ride home was shared in silence, both of you heading up to your room feeling numb, nearly void of emotion. It wasn’t until Niall stepped into the shower, hot water pelting against his body that he felt it. The searing pain of not loss, but something that would never even exist because of him, his cries able to be heard from outside the room as you stepped into the shower with him, your arms slinking around his bare waist, pulling him to you and allowing him to face the pain that came with crushed hope.
Niall was sure that you loved him though he could never quite understand why you would all but utter the three words. He could see it in your eyes and the way you made sure to tell him to have a nice day, in the way you always cooked his favorite food after he’d had a long day and in your kiss as he would have to leave yet again. The first time he’d spoken the words, not hearing them in return, hurt more than anything but maybe you weren’t ready. Twice more then thrice he said them with the hope that you’d come around, reminding you with every chance he got. He could see your love with how your smile spread wider every time he said it but you wouldn’t allow the words to leave your lips in return. But he loved you right? So he would wait patiently until you were comfortable enough to speak them. Though it still hurt a little, perhaps you were one to show your love and adoration more than saying it.
Harry: You could call it a nightly thing, as Harry and you had always preferred sleeping in the nude. Being naked was natural to both of you, Harry slipping into bed behind you, his skin soft as it pressed against yours. “Night.” He mumbled, his arms pulling you closer to him, basking in the contact you shared with him, all through the night a pile of bare limbs entwined with each other, just the way you both loved it, as close as two people could ever be.
Louis: You were so tired from a long day of work that all you wanted was to head to bed, sleeping the weekend away with no alarms to wake you, ignorant to time. Louis seemed to have other plans as he was already naked, climbing into bed on top of you, kissing at your jaw. “Lou.” You groaned, a sound that let him know that though he wanted nothing but to be inside you, tonight wasn’t the night. With a slight huff he let you know that he wasn’t entirely happy about it, still removing your clothes, settling for a night of bare skin, cuddling with each other as you slept, no restrictions or tiredness to keep him from finding his way into you once the morning came.
Niall: Sometimes you and Niall did everything naked, spending the day cooking, relaxing and cuddling all in the nude, your house lit by open blinds. You both would feel free and a little on edge as though you could be caught at any moment. Still nothing could ever stop your relaxing day as you laid together on the couch, having popcorn and watching movies, snuggled against each other as close as two people can be, a day just as any other…minus clothes.
Liam: Liam stepped from the bathroom, a towel securing his waist as he looked at you, a chuckle leaving his lips as he noticed you still wrapped in your own towel. He walked over to the dresser, pulling out a pair of boxers to slip on. “Leave those off. I’m too lazy to put on any clothes.” You smiled as he walked over to bed, shaking his head a little. “So we’re just gonna be all naked tonight?” He rose a brow as you moved under the covers, tossing your towel to the side. “I guess so.” You replied, Liam slipping in next to you, able to feel every touch of his skin against yours, warmth coursing through you as you cuddled against him, no barrier to keep you from feeling the comfort of one another.
Zayn: You walked from the bathroom, chuckling as you breathed out, still thinking of what had just happened and running a hand through your disheveled hair. Zayn lay in bed, a satisfied grin on his face, pulling the covers up for you to climb in next to him, still lying in his own nudity. With the feel of his naked body cuddled against you again, his arms encasing you and his face close to yours you pressed your lips to his, letting your body meld with his own as you cuddled and kissed, a sigh leaving his lips as he spoke, his voice gruff and serious. “If you keep that up we’ll be going for round two soon.”
1. Do not call me a fucking pig in any way, shape or form and I mean ever. It’s blatantly rude and disrespectful.
2. I am very aware that the song is not originally recorded by Bon Iver, but the person who requested the preference asked that I listen to and write along with the rendition that Bon Iver recorded and released in 2011 entitled, I Can’t Make You Love Me/Nick of Time. There are also many other covers that have been done of this particular song, my favorite being that of a Youtube user who you can find by searching “I Can’t Make You Love Me - Leroy.” My awareness that this song has been covered by more than one person and choosing to write the preference based on what my follower requested rather than the original song does not make me “uncultured” or a “pig” so kindly skedaddle out of me inbox with that type of bullshit.
Hehe. They’ve got them on Netflix so I watch them there. :)
Girl, I am in the middle of re-watching all of them AGAIN! I can’t stop because it’s like my favorite show ever and Blair is Queen. There’s no question about it. :)
Beside You – 5 Seconds of Summer.
Harry: Another day, and I’m somewhere new. I made a promise that I’ll come home soon. Bring me back, bring me back to you. - Work always kept Harry busy, a lot of that time meaning that he was away from you. You couldn’t lie, a long distance relationship was hard. It meant that at times he would find himself in a brand new city every day, recordings in LA, fashion week in Paris, and shows all over the world. Though he loved his job, sometimes all he wanted was to be back with his girl, in which he would always promise, his voice tired and lagged from travel as he let you know that it meant sooner rather than later, “I’ll come home soon.”
Louis: She sleeps alone. My heart wants to come home. I wish I was, I wish I was beside you. - Louis tossed and turned into different positions all night, hoping to find some comfort in the bed he slept in, though he knew the problem. You weren’t there. Miles away you laid alone in bed, his side remaining empty as he toured the world without you, each night bringing a sense of loneliness and heartache, craving nothing but to return home to you. He would groan, lying on his back, closing his eyes only to picture the way you would lie with your head on his chest, steady breathing as you fell asleep against him, a picture that brought more thoughts of you, wishing that he could be beside you.
Niall: When we both fall asleep underneath the same sky, to the beat of our hearts at the same time. So close but so far away. - Niall walked out to the balcony of his hotel room, piercing screams coming from down below as the congregation of fans spotted him. He gave them a quick wave, pressing a finger to his lips as to silence them in the middle of the night. Resuming leaning against the railing, he looked up at the sky, prickled with the same stars and moon that was above you though you were miles apart from each other. Sighing, he walked back to bed, falling asleep quickly with a single thought in his mind as he could nearly feel you as though you were there next to him, your heart a steady beating just as his, so close but so far away.
Liam: She lies awake.I’m trying to find the words to say.I wish I was, I wish I was beside you. - Liam’s face fell as he watched your eyes well, blinking a few times as to keep the tears from falling. “I miss you too much.” You laughed though it was filled with pain and agony, having to see him through a screen, unable to feel his touch and warmth. Liam was lost for words to say as he knew nothing but his return could bring you comfort, a harsh breath leaving his lips before he confessed, full of truth and his own missing you, “I wish I was beside you.”
Zayn: Within a minute I was all packed up. I’ve got a ticket to another world. I don’t wanna go. - It never took Zayn long, a couple of suitcases and a backpack all he needed to take with him, stuffed with rolled clothes and his personal items, the drawers he used empty, his absence already taking over your house even though he was still there. “I’ll see you in a month or two.” You smiled as you said your final goodbye, your arms wringing around his neck, his head lowered so that your foreheads pressed together. “I don’t wanna go.” He muttered, sounding like a child as he confessed, though you knew it wasn’t so much that he didn’t want to go. It was that he didn’t want to leave you. “Go on now. Explore the world and live your dream.” You repeated the words that you always told him when he had to leave your side. “I promise I’ll be right here for you.” Your lips met his a final time before waving him off, on the way to an entirely different world from the one you’d created together in your home.
It’s probably still sitting in my inbox babe and will be written. I just haven’t gotten around to it or gotten an idea for that specific one yet.