Haha. It’s all good. I mean we’re still cool and honestly, a lot of the guys who you like won’t necessarily be the guy who’s for you. I’ve had crushes on and talked to a few guys as more than friends but most of them are just little flings that don’t last long. That’s not me saying that nothing will last because one day it totally will, but you’ll probably like other guys and talk to other guys before you actually find the one who you really want to be with. Now I’m ranting and shit. :p
It’s alright. Ramble away! When I was a senior in high school I asked this boy who I liked to prom. We were friends and we would like talk every night and I thought that maybe there was something there. He said that he had to meet with the tennis coach at the college he was accepted to the same day as my prom though so he would think about it. Anyway, he ended up saying no because of his so called meeting but I found out he was sitting his ass at Buffalo Wild Wings the day of my prom and there was no meeting. A couple of weeks later he asked my best friend if she would go with him to his prom though so sucks it kinda sucks but I got over it and we’re cordial with each other now. I mean, if he ends up going in your group then it’ll still be like a fun friend thing. I think I enjoyed going with my guy friend and the group of friends we hung out with better than if I would’ve went with the guy I liked at the time because it was more relaxed and fun!
Yeah, I mean I would. I can’t say 100% that he doesn’t like you because his reason may be legitimate. Most people would rather go with a date to prom than go alone though, unless you’re doing that whole friend group thing so I’d probably say that he doesn’t feel that way about you and you should keep it moving. :)
I actually have no idea why some of them are black instead of orange on the preference page but those are all ones that are written and you can click on them to read them. They’re just different colors but I have no idea why they’re like that. Hehe.
Alrighty, this is probably going to sound pretty harsh and all but you need to get over this whole liking your best friend’s boyfriend thing. It’s just twelve levels of uncool. It doesn’t really matter how you do it but you just need to mask your feelings for him and get over that somehow. If you don’t want to go in a group and if you think it’ll be too hard for you to hide that you like him in everyone’s presence, then just go with your date and tell your friend that maybe you can all hang out during or maybe after prom so that she’s happy too. Just get over your best friend’s boyfriend and keep it moving because there are actually plenty of other great guys out there (maybe even your actual prom date) other than your best friend’s boyfriend.
And I hope that wasn’t like too harsh or anything because you’ve said that you like him a lot. I just wouldn’t want your liking him to come in the way of your friendship when honestly, your feelings probably won’t be a lifelong lasting thing for him.
It’s just a list of all the requests that have been accepted and that I’m going to write.
Sorry babe but I don’t really have many recommendations as far as fanfics go. Right now I’m reading After as it’s being updated and I’m reading a Liam one called Masquerade that’s a part of a series of fanfics I’m finishing up. They’re both on Wattpad. Next I think I’m going to read this Harry fic called Psychotic that I’ve heard is good so maybe check those out. :)
Haha. I never dance either. Sometimes I’ll get out there during a intertribal or two-step but I’m not much of a dancer. :p
It’s perfectly fine babe. You don’t sound dumb at all. It’s a Native American gathering and celebration. There’s basically lots of food, singing, and dancing. It’s just a way for us to get together and celebrate our heritage and culture.
I’m doing good. It’s the first day of powwow weekend so that’s always an exciting and fun for me! So yeah, hopefully this weekend will be a good one. Hope you’re having a good day!
I started off doing imagines so I just had a few people requesting things here and there. Once I’d posted in the tags a few times I started getting more and more requests for imagines. By the time I started doing preferences and other things I had a good amount of followers so I was able to get a lot. I know that doesn’t really answer your question but I can’t think of a specific timeline. Just make sure you always tag your writing so that people in the fandom who browse the tags will stumble upon it. :)
Thanks babe! Can you see this then? 😍😍 [they’re heart eyes emojis]
You haven’t but thank you. I love you too. :)
You’re best friends but everyone thinks you’re a couple/something more.
Harry: You were always missing out on dating opportunities because of your friendship with Harry and the things people assumed about the both of you. “I was going to ask you out but I thought you were dating that Harry guy.” The guy you’d been crushing on for nearly a year finally confessed with a shrug. You sniggered, crossing your arms in front of you. “Harry’s my best friend. People always think we’re together.” You told him. “Everyone thinks you’re together. So you’re not then?” He asked again, as though he needed a second confirmation. “We’re one hundred percent platonic.” You repeated, the guy you’d been after for you confirming for everyone that you and Harry were strictly friends as his lips met yours in a kiss you’d been aching for.
Louis: “You’re perfect for each other.” The group of students in your class commented, all nodding in agreement. “We’re just friends.” You repeated the statement that you’d become so accustomed to saying, Louis agreeing with you. “Fine then, kiss and if you’re just friends it won’t make a difference.” One girl dared the both of you, Louis shrugging nonchalantly as he leaned over, pressing a quick kiss to your lips. “No way, that wasn’t a real kiss.” The girl posed again, Louis leaning over again to capture your lips, both of you pausing for a moment, losing yourself in the kiss that proved that you were more than just friends. Still, you pulled away, both of you shrugging as you stated, “See, just friends.”
Niall: Since you’d been spotted with Niall, photos of the two of you surfacing on the Internet, you’d been unable to escape accusations that your friendship was something more. The both of you denied seeing each other romantically though more rumors still rose every time you were seen together, fans attacking you verbally for your supposed hidden relations and the media for the lies and secrets they suspected you of keeping. Eventually, you decided not to care what everyone thought about your friendship, holding hands in public, going out as you pleased together, allowing everyone to speculate as they wished. As long as you always knew where you stood with Niall, your best friend.
Liam: “Another date night with Liam?” Your mom questioned, smirking at you from where she was chopping vegetables on the counter. “Not you too mom. We’ve been friends since we were little. It’s not like that.” You laughed at her absurdity, taking a seat as you decided to wait for the next fifteen minutes for Liam to come pick you up, taking you to see a movie. “I don’t get why everyone thinks that. I mean, a guy and a girl can be just friends.” You shrugged. “Yeah sure a guy and a girl can be friends, just not you and Liam. Believe me, lets just call it a mother’s intuition but there’s something more there. When you’re thirty and married to him I promise not to say I told you so.” You couldn’t help but laugh at the statement, speaking quietly as you replied. “We’ll see.”
Zayn: Maybe it was the way you always held hands in public or the way his lips would linger on your cheek every time you said goodbye to one another, but you and Zayn were just friends, something no one seemed to be able to understand. “But you’re perfect for each other.” You best girl friend would even say. “Who’s perfect for each other?” Zayn smiled, his arm hanging around your shoulders as he pulled you closer to him, walking along with the two of you. “No one.” You mumbled, looking up at your best friend who acted more like your boyfriend than anything. If only he was.
You make him blush.
Harry: You knew that Harry would be going on the air soon, probably backstage having his hair and makeup done. Feeling mischievous and a little promiscuous, you sent him a quick text so that his mind would wander. Still thinking of this morning and I’ll be thinking of it while I watch your interview. I know you’ll be thinking of it too. ;) After reading over the message Harry only responded with a blushing emoji, making you giggle as you headed to the living room to watch his interview, stammering and blushing all the while.
Louis: “Close your eyes.” You smiled, Louis raising his brows questioningly at you, having been your friend for so long now. “Why?” He inquired, making you laugh. “Just do it. It’s a surprise. You’ll like it, don’t worry.” You continued as he closed his eyes. “No peeking.” He opened one of his eyes just as you said it. “Okay, ready?” You asked, Louis nodding eagerly. Bold but still a little shy, you leaned forward, pressing your lips to his lightly, holding them there until you felt his face heating, turning a deep shade of pink, blushing in the cutest way as you kissed, his hands finally grabbing hold of your face, deepening what was your first kiss with him.
Niall: You’d been slightly tipsy, your friends all gathered for a small kick back, drinks and chatter the main activities taking place. You sat on the couch next to Niall, a cup of beer in your hand, talking excitedly with the people around you, your hand gestures going a little awry as your cup tipped over, spilling onto Niall’s lap. “Oh my gosh. I’m so sorry.” You stammered, grabbing a few napkins from the table, dabbing at his crotch. A moment later and your mouth fell open, more apologies spilling from your mouth as you saw the print showing through his pants, looking up only to find him blushing himself, embarrassed at what you’d seen and what everyone else had witnessed.
Liam: The elegance and sophistication of the night had thrown Liam off, never expecting anything like this. He’d complained of never having been sung “Happy Birthday” at a restaurant, so when the clapping started he was confused, looking around for who they could have been clapping for until your table was surrounded. The corny birthday song held the attention of all the restaurant, your waiter mushing a whipped cream pie into his face as they ended the song, the crowd whooping and hollering, Liam’s face covered in cream and a red tinted blush at your little surprise.
Zayn: You hadn’t even realized when you found yourself in a daze, chewing your food absentmindedly as Zayn sat across from you, talking about food and music and his day overall. It’s when his cheeks redden a little, his eyes casting downward to his plate, his sudden silence bringing you out of your trance. “You were staring at me.” He mumbled, long lashes fluttering as he blinked up at you, revealing the flush of his face and a cocked smile as you replied, remembering what you’d initially gotten lost in, “Maybe you should stop looking like that then,” those eyes.