He tells the boys he loves you (His POV).
Harry: “So, what are you going to say to her?” Niall asked, raising his brow at me. I sat across from the rest of the boys, all of them wanting full details about how I planned to get (Y/N) back after letting you go because of the distance and time that always separated us. I shrugged, completely unsure of what to say or do. “Fine then. Let’s practice. I’ll be (Y/N). Now, try to get me back.” Zayn leaned up on his seat and I closed my eyes so that I would actually be able to imagine her sitting there instead of my four best friends. “(Y/N), I love you.” I sighed, unable to come up with anything else but that simple confession, shocking all the boys and even her once I’d finally came up with the perfect apology, ending with those three words.
Louis: It was natural that I’d tell my best friends just as soon as I told her. I walked into work the morning after revealing my feelings to her, a smile on my face as I saw the rest of the members of One Direction, all eyeing me curiously. “I told her.” I beamed, brows furrowing as they looked for clarification. “(Y/N). I told her that I love her.” I nodded, realization coming over the rest of the lot. “And what did she say back?” Liam implied, congratulating me when I gave an answer, “She said she loves me too”, all of them happy that I had found a love like this.
Niall: “(Y/N), I love you. I know we haven’t been seeing each other that long but I just wanted to say I love you. I love you. I love you (Y/N).” I repeated the words over to myself in the mirror, trying to find the best way to say them. Sure, they were just three simple words but it seemed that they held so much meaning that I wanted to get it just right. I paused as I heard chuckles from outside my door, swinging it open so my four bandmates fell inside of my room, all mocking me for a minute. “Come on Niall. It’s alright. So you love her then yeah?” Zayn swung his arm around my shoulder. I laughed with them, confessing with a giggle. “Yeah, I do.”
Liam: I just couldn’t stop myself. I had to tell someone. Everything about this song reminded me of her, that we could make it through anything. We’d proven that time and time again, unable to stay apart no matter the obstacles we faced. I smiled as we ended, noting the time and that she’d probably be asleep. Still, I couldn’t help it, nagging at my mind as I walked back to our dressing room, the rest of the guys ahead of me. As the door closed, the words left my lips in a whisper, all of them still catching on to what I’d said. “I love her.”
Zayn: My head cocked to the side, nestling my phone between my shoulder and ear. I smiled to myself as I listened to her laugh through the phone, struggling to tell me an incident at her job yesterday. “Sorry, I’m gonna tell you in just a minute.” She managed to get out before she was giggling again. “You’re so cute. Gosh, I love you.” He’d spoken the words before he’d even thought about it, almost natural to slip off his tongue. “I love you too.” You answered, your heart thumping against your chest a little. Zayn’s eyes lifted slowly, unknowing that his little confession had been heard by the whole of the car, the boys all grinning at him, the first time he told you and his five best friends of his true feelings for you.
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He introduces you to a celebrity.
Harry: It wasn’t a rare occasion that you’d meet someone famous since you’d been dating Harry. Models, actors, and other musicians fawned over the member of the world’s biggest boy band, always looking to be in his company. He knew you’d always been a fan of Miley but what he hadn’t expected was your calm nature when you met her, carrying on a casual conversation. He should have known because that’s exactly who you were, confessing to you later, once your meeting had concluded, “That’s one of the things I love about you most though you know? You talk to her like she’s a normal person. You talk to me like I’m a normal person. You don’t really care about the fame or any of that. You just care about me.”
Louis: You couldn’t even believe you were here, on the field, completely in awe as you stood in the exact place where you’d sat at home, watching on the TV just nights before. Louis bounced kicked a ball around the field, the other boys accompanying him while you looked around. “Hello.” A voice called behind you, Louis and the others just a few feet away from you, waiting as you turned around, Cristiano Ronaldo standing just inches away from you. You were speechless, Louis holding out his hand as he stood next to you. “I told you she would freak out. Babe, I think you know Cristiano.” He laughed as the player pulled you in for a quick hug, a surprise you’d never been expecting and one you’d never forget.
Niall: Niall was always just as excited to meet new people as you were. Already having posted a picture of himself and Paul Rudd on his Instagram account, mere seconds after performing on Saturday Night Live, he insisted that you take one too. “Come on babe. Clueless is like your favorite movie.” He encouraged you, escorting you over to where the actor stood. “No Niall, I don’t want to seem like an idiot asking for a picture when he probably just wants to relax after the show.” You muttered, trying to turn away. “He’s cool, I promise.” He was only able to get those words out before you were standing in front of him. “Hi, would you mind if I got a picture maybe?” You seemed a bit shy, putting your arm around him, Niall proudly taking a picture as you weren’t just a fangirl, him having the tendency to be a fanboy.
Liam: Liam let out a small giggle as your face turned the deepest shade of red he’d ever seen it. You were at loss for words as none other than Just Timberlake’s arms wrapped around you. He let out a laugh as you both pulled away, still no words forming on your lips. “Well, she did better than you Liam.” He joked and you finally chuckled. “Ah, she speaks.” You snickered again, slapping Liam’s arm as he spoke a final time, letting you know Liam had revealed to him something you were slightly embarrassed about, especially in his presence. “I hear you do a pretty good routine to It’s Gonna Be Me.” He referenced a home video you had from when you were younger, during your boy band obsession with ‘N Sync.
Zayn: The after party was filled with celebrities, actresses and actors, people you’d never imagined having the opportunity to see or meet. Zayn’s hand lingered on the small of your back, guiding you through the room as you spoke to many different people. Zayn’s smiled widened as he spotted your all-time favorite singer, not including him of course, across the room, sending her a wave and a smile. “So this is the one?” Lady Gaga smiled, pulling you in for a hug that you weren’t expecting, being star struck for the first time since you’d met Zayn himself.
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Hehe. I don’t even remember writing that one. :p I think I ended up writing it after I stumbled upon a book in my room, The Penis Name Book: A Guide to Naming Man’s Best Friend.
I know you don’t think it’s none of anyone’s business and maybe you’ll say the exact same about me but I really think you should talk to your counselor. That’s all the advice I have babe. If you tried and have thoughts about killing yourself you really need to get help. Your four best friends, your mom, and your guidance counselor all care about you and want you to be okay. That’s why they’re in your business and I’m glad they’re in your business because I care and want you to get better too.
“I’m fine Harry.” You mumbled, your voice still nasally as he giggled, walking into the room with a tray, a bowl of soup and a cup of tea waiting for you. “No you’re not. Now drink up.” He sat next to you, switching on the TV so that your favorite show was playing. You rolled your eyes, nothing to do but oblige, lifting the spoon to your lips, savoring the taste of the broth and the hot liquid sliding down your throat. Before you could finish, Harry had left the room again, only to return with another blanket and a thermometer, setting it to the edge of the bed just in case you got cold, though his presence and care was enough to keep you warm and have you feeling better in no time.
As soon as Liam cleared his throat Niall’s head would shoot up, his skin turning a deep shade of red with embarrassment, neither of you able to deny that you’d just been caught with your lips locked, Niall’s tongue swirling inside your mouth by the other four boys of One Direction. “Oh don’t worry mate. We’ll just leave you to it then.” Louis laughed, causing the rest of them to as well, Niall tossing a pillow at the lot of them, the door closing quickly and Niall pressing a swift peck to your mouth, a shy chuckle rolling off his lips. “Sorry about them.”
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“What the hell was that tonight?” Zayn jerked his shirt over his head, tossing it to the floor as you both readied for bed. You shrugged, not wanting to have this conversation again as he’d been overreacting. “I’m serious, do you want him?” He questioned, leaning over you as you laid back in bed, hovering over your body as he waited for an answer. “You’re ridiculous.” You rolled your eyes, rolling over on your stomach with the little space you had to. With a groan, Zayn reached down, lifting the t-shirt you wore up a little, his hand grazing over your naked backside. “My parents are in the other room Zayn.” You nodded towards the door but he remained persistent, his hands pushing your legs open easily as he slid himself inside of you. “I guess you’ll just have to try to be quiet then. Now, say it.” His actions contradicted his words as his hand clasped over your mouth, sure to keep you quiet as he pounded into you relentlessly from behind, his skin slapping against yours, his lip caught under his teeth as he tried to keep quiet. It was a seemingly never ending bliss, his hand slipping from your mouth just as he reached his climax, your own coming as you bit into the pillow beneath you, his name on your lips a muffle into the cushion, your body riveting, trembling as you rolled over, a panting Zayn balancing himself above you, a smile on his face as the words left your lips. “Fine, I only want you. I’m all yours.”
Thanks! I quite like it too. :)
For Megan (Credit to the post where I got the couple of lines of poetry read. I really adore this piece and it can be found here.):
My skin burned a little as I’d been laying out in the sun for almost three hours, rotating between lying on my stomach and back until my skin was a golden color, a tan to last me through the rest of the summer. I sat up on my elbows, lifting my sunglasses to my head and squinting at the bright sun creating a glistening of the water that I so desperately craved, the heat having finally gotten to me. I stood up, taking my time in walking to the water, cringing as I found it to be cold, even with the sun shining so brightly. I started to run, letting myself adjust quickly as I bent my knees so that I was at shoulder level, dipping my head back to wet my hair. I allowed myself to cool off before walking back out, taking in everyone, the beach my favorite place to be. People laid out in the sand, only the barrier of a towel keeping them from the grainy substance. Couples walked hand in hand, runners moving past them with headphones plugging their ears. Children sat cross-legged building castles and burying each other in sand. A few people playing volleyball laughed together as one of their teammates dove into the sand.
Me, well I was just here for a little relaxation.
Just as I was gathering my things, ready to head back into the beach house my family was renting for the summer, something knocked into my leg with a force that send a sting of pain through it immediately. “Ouch!” I yelled dramatically, looking down at my calf, seemingly fine though it still hurt a little.
“I’m so sorry about that.” I giggled as a guy jogged over to me, retrieving the volleyball from the ground. Small yellow shorts hung from his hips, his curly hair sticking to his face a bit, a pair of sunglasses in place to keep it from falling into his eyes. “Are you alright?”
I gave him a small smile, beginning to walk away with my things, not even a second look to him. “I’m good. It’s no problem.” I called, stalking back to the porch that led to the glass doors connecting to my bedroom, closing myself off from the rest of the world.
I found myself lost in a book as the day passed, glancing outside to see that it was nightfall, the moon being the only light shining through my window. I stepped back onto the patio, looking up at the sky, taking in the calm of the ocean and the slight chill in the air, a serenity being cast over a once lively setting.
The sand now cooled as I walked a little farther down, letting the grains sink between my toes. I found a spot in the sand, sitting down and letting the wind blow through my hair.
“So we meet again.” I heard a chuckled, glancing a few feet over from me to see the boy with the curly hair, reaching to tuck a pen behind his ear, closing the brown leather journal he’d been scribbling in. He walked over to where I sat, taking a place next to me.
“So we do. What were you writing?” I asked, looking down at the book he held in his hands, trying to create a small conversation.
He shrugged nonchalantly. “It’s nothing really. I’ll just usually write down quotes I see or I’ll doodle or I’ll scribble down something I always want to remember.” He smiled.
I nodded, still interested in what was inside. “Will you read me something?”
He took a moment, flipping through the notebook until he’d found something he was satisfied with, his voice soft and enunciating each word in the short couple of lines from the poem he read. “I want to take the bits of you I love and press them like flowers between the pages of my favorite book.” He paused, letting the words sink in. “Sorry that seems all sappy. I mean, I shouldn’t have read that one. Let me find something else.” He stammered, beginning to flip the pages again. I giggled, nudging him with my shoulder.
“It’s beautiful.” I grinned. “Is it your favorite?” I asked, noticing when he’d opened the book that the page he’d been reading held a piece of thread in the middle, making sure the place of that poem was marked. He simply nodded, his mouth cocking to the side a bit in a half smile. “Read me the rest then.
At my request he picked back up on the poem, reading it by heart instead of from his book. I listened intently, noting that the rest of the work had been just as magnificent as the first couple of lines. By the time he was finished my hand had somehow moved through the sand, automatically finding its way to his, my fingers sinking into the spaces between his own. “What’s your name?” He finally asked, looking up at me while I looked out into the water, the moon reflecting on the ocean, small waves splashing against the shore.
He nodded, looking out with me. “I’m Harry.” I introduced himself for the first time, the simple meeting and reading of a great lyric being the forming of a friendship and possibly more.
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For Genesis (Hope you like it babe.):
Harry crept into his bedroom, his bottom lip protruding in a cute little pout, sighing loudly as he pushed one of my books to the side, plopping down next to me. “Come on babe. Come out and watch a movie with me and the guys.” His head lolled on my shoulder, nuzzling me a little.
“Sorry Styles, you know I’ve got finals next week.” I gave him a little nudge.
“Fine then, I’ll just make you come with me.” He flicked the text I’d been reviewing closed with his index, a mischievous smirk on his face when I glanced over at him, an annoyed furrow creasing my brow. Ignoring his pestering, I opened my book back up, lifting it to my face so he was out of sight. It only took him another moment to come up with another way to distract me. “Why did the elephants get kicked out of the public pool?” I bit my lip, already stifling the laugh I knew would come with the answer to his terrible joke. “They kept dropping their trucks!” He seemed so enthusiastic and I could feel a laugh building in my throat, clearing it to keep from showing him just how much I was enjoying his goofy company.
“Hmm….why did the cookie go to the hospital? Because he felt crummy! What do you call a nosy pepper? Jalapeño business!” His laugh boomed through the room, gripping his stomach as he rocked back a little. “Come on Genesis! You know that one was funny.” He pried at my book, seeing the small grin that had appeared as I was trying to hold back my laughter.
“You’ve outdone yourself. Those might just be the worst jokes I’ve ever heard.” I giggled, cocking a brow at him.
He smiled as he recovered from his fit, leaning over a little. “I still won. You put down your book.” He wiggled his fingers, giggling as I drew up instantly, before he could even touch me. Quickly, I tried to scramble from the bed, kicking one of my notebooks to the floor in the process, papers scattered across the carpet.
“No Harry! No no no no!” I squealed as he cornered me against the headboard, attempting to slide under him, a failed attempt as he kneeled over me, his pinning me down with his body as his hands squeezed at my sides, where he knew I was the most ticklish. I tried to wriggle from his hold but with his hands being so large he was able to keep me in place easily, his fingers wrapping around the span of my waist. Searching for a weapon I could use against him, I sat up just a little, letting my teeth sink into his shoulder, giggling as he yelped, grabbing his shoulder for a second. I sat up quickly, his thighs still at my sides, keeping me from fully escaping. “Maybe I should tickle you next time!” I crossed my arms, poking out my tongue at him.
“Cute but you know I’m not ticklish.” I stated, causing me to laugh yet again.
“You are so. You’re ticklish on the bottoms of your feet. Sometimes I’ll tickle your feet with my toes while you’re asleep and you’ll giggle and start wiggling around.” I smiled, his eyes widening at my confession of something he had no idea of.
He leaned back down, pressing all of his weight onto me so that my breathing was quick and constrained. “That’s it, you’re really getting it now.” He sat up only a little, his mouth blowing at the skin on my neck while he resumed tickling my sides, my laughter growing with every second that passed, his relentless tickling making me gasp for breath.
Completely lost in our little fight we hadn’t even notice the door open, four wide eyed boys standing in the doorway. “Well we were going to see if you guys were ready to watch the film but we’ll just leave you to it then yeah?” Zayn spoke over the chuckles of the other guys, about to close the door.
“No, we weren’t doing anything. Harry was just tickling me.” I tried to explain, moving from him to clean up the mess that had become my homework, creating a neat stack on the nightstand. I could understand why the boys may have thought they’d walked in on a heated moment, my shirt up with Harry’s lips on my neck, my face red and breathing erratic.
Of course, even when I tried to explain, slight embarrassment was clear in my voice, confirming their suspicious for them in a way, all of the boys heading out and down the hall for our movie, sarcasm in their tones as they drawled out the word. “Sure.”
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Of course. If the blurb you’ve requested still hasn’t been posted then it’s definitely still in my inbox and on my personal list so it’ll get posted. :)
I don’t really know right now to be honest. It’s really weird and I’m just a bit in shock still because I was in no way expecting it. I don’t think I have that big of a problem being a big sister again. Hell, I’m 20 so that’s a little weird. Hehe. I just don’t really care for my mom’s boyfriend. Actually it’s a way stronger than not caring for him. It’s not like I’m not gonna love the baby but I just don’t like the guy who because of stuff that’s happened before so I’m just a bit iffy about it.
It was no problem babe! Good luck! :)
I think that before letting her go that you should talk to her about everything in a serious sit down convo. Express to her how you’re feeling. If she doesn’t decide to make a change for your friendship then you make the decision to drop her as a friend, as hard as that is. Good luck babe!