When they make the music video for Just Can’t Let Her Go they better let me be in it cause this song is about me
***Liam is fucking hot***
When they make the music video for Just Can’t Let Her Go they better let me be in it cause this song is about me
Ok will someone please explain to me what the fuck is going on with Liam and this new ‘girlfriend'
I’ll give you a free hug
Harry
“I had fun tonight Harry but I’ve got to get home now.” You pushed yourself up from the couch, gathering your shoes from the opposite side of the room.“Nooo.” Harry whined, “Stay.” “As in like a sleep over?” You asked, cocking your eyebrows at his statement. “No, stay. Like a permanent say. As in forever.” “Are you asking me to move in with you?” He chuckled softle, running his long fingers through his hair before continuing, “I guess I am, arn’t I.”
Liam
“I don’t want you going back there.” Liam mumbled as he examined the already black bruise on your cheek, “If they treat you like this I don’t want you to ever see them again.” “But it’s just my dad, not my whole family.” You whispered, fearing that someone would hear you even though it was just you and Liam in his vast apartment. “I don’t care your moving in with me.”
Louis
“What is this?” You ask, holding up the key that came out of the little black box Louis gave you for your birthday. “A key to my house.” He didn’t remove his eyes from yours when you gave him a quizzical look, “Why? So I can take care of your fish while your on tour? Great gift Lou.” Everyone in the room began laughing at your stupidity, Niall going as far as rolling on the floor and clutching his stomach. “No silly. I want you to move in with me!” “Oh my god Lou why didn’t you just say that in the first place?!” You flew out of your seat and into Louis’ unsuspecting arms, “I would love to.”
Niall
“I don’t really know how to go about this cause I’ve never really had to ask anyone before.” Niall rocked on his feet, fiddling with his fingers as he stared at the ground nervously, “But I was wondering if you wanted to move in with me?” A look of shock spread over your features, you never expected him to ask this soon. He looked up, curious about your unexpected silence. When he saw your expression he quickly blurted out anything that came to mind, “If you don’t want to its ok. I know its really early and were not ready and-” “Oh Niall shut up.” You placed your hands on his flushed cheeks, connecting his rough, chapped lips with yours. Together, your lips moved in sync, forming perfectly with each other. Eventually you pulled away, out of breath. “About time you asked Horan.”
Zayn
The crisp air bit my nose as I made my way, hand in hand with Zayn, down the snow covered sidewalk. “You know (Y/N) if you slept with me every night I wouldn’t have to walk you home in the cold.” You stopped dead in your tracks at Zayn’s alarming words, “If I slept with you?” You could feel the anger rising to your cheeks at the thought of him asking for sex even though you already told him you weren’t ready. His eyes widened when he saw the expression etched onto your features, “Oh no babe. I don’t mean like that. I mean that you can fall asleep in my arms every night, maybe a few shared kisses but nothing more, nothing less.” “But I’d need to get my stuff.” “We can improvise tonight.” He grabbed your hand and headed back to the place you came from, home.
Ok so this is the third post I’ve made today about sending me in preference requests and NO ONE has sent one in. I get it… You hate me. Excuse me while I cry my soul out in the corner
Ok so do you guys want to send me in some preference ideas?? I really want to get back to writing and back to posting all the time!!
A/N: Follow her —> Sarah
I glanced around the loud club, taking in all the sweaty bodies latched onto one another. Everyone seamed to be enjoying themselves, except for me. I’ve never been one to party, a good book and a hot cup of tea will suit me just fine.
“Sarah!” My friend jogged up, slurring her words with tonight’s find latched onto her arm, “Come dance. In that dress every guy in here will want to dance with you.” She was right, a good handful of guys had already walked up to me proposing to do the dirty. I respectfully declined them all, not wanting to find myself on a strangers bed the next morning.
“I’ll pass. Thanks for the offer though.”
“Are you sure? That guys been eyeing you all night and I bet he’d love to dance.” She exaggerated the word love, bending towards the bar, drawing out the word.
I glanced around the room, doing a double take on a toned blonde boy. I scanned his body up and down, black skinny jeans hanging low on his hips, a white tank top slightly raised, revealing the top of his boxers. His eyes were a vibrant blue, slightly glossed over from the alcohol ripping through his system.
His eyes darted towards me, sensing that I was watching him. A smirk played at his lips as he sauntered towards me. “You were watching me love.” A deep blush crept onto my cheeks, “Don’t worry I was watching you to.”
I kept my eyes on the floor, feeling his stare burning wholes through my skin. “Are you gonna speak or just sit there?”
I was saved from answering when a tan, black haired boy approached the unnamed blonde. “Niall, Liam wants to talk to you.”
“What the fuck does Liam want with me?” He asked, mainly to himself.
“Well he’s had his eye on her all night.” He jerked his head to the side, signaling to me.
“Where is he?” He had an annoyed expression on his face, fists clenched at his sides.
“The back room.” Niall turned towards me, lifting my chin to look into my diverted eyes, “Just stay behind me and everything will be fine.” He grabbed my hand, his deep blue eyes staring into mine to test my boundaries.
I don’t know why I was following him, I just felt safe around him. I felt protected from all the guys in the club that made sure to steer clear of him.
He pressed me further into his back as a big brown door swung open in front of him. I fisted his shirt in my hands as we entered a room filled with big, burly men. “Hello Niall. So nice of you to join us.” I could hear the smirk in the mans voice.
“What the fuck to you want Liam?” Niall asked, even though he already knew. His teeth were grinding together as he tried to keep his anger from boiling over.
“Her.” I slowly lifted my head to peer over Niall’s protective form. About five feet away sat a man I presumed to be Liam. He had his finger pointed out, directly at me, “Hand her over Horan.”
“No.” Niall protectively pushed me further into his back, afraid someone could snatch me at any moment.
Liam slammed his hand down on the table in front of him as he abruptly stood up, “If you say no your out!”
“No.” Niall inhaled deeply, prepared for what he knew was going to come. Liam sprinted around the table and attacked Niall. I quickly jumped back, avoiding the blow. “Sarah run!”
I didn’t even have to think. I turned around and sprinted towards the door. I was two steps away when a muscular arm reached out and grabbed me by the waist. The man tried to hold on but I screamed and thrashed, wiggling my way out of his firm grasp. I bolted out the door, towards the club entrance. “Well chase after the slut!” Liam shouted, barely loud enough for me to hear over the pounding music.
The rain was pouring down as I turned in circles, trying to figure out where to go when a slick black car pulled up. “Get in.” I looked behind me to see the men stumbling out of the club and running towards me. I slid onto the black leather seat and closed the door just as we speed off. "I’m gonna take you some where and Niall’s gonna be there soon, ok?“
The drivers black locks were plastered to his forehead from the cold rain. "I didn’t catch your name.” I mumbled, hopping my strained voice wouldn’t betray me.
“Zayn. Zayn Malik. Niall’s my best mate and I’ve got to protect his girl so-”
“His girl? I am most defiantly NOT Niall’s girl!” I shrieked out the words, eyes wide at Zayn’s accusation.
“Whatever you say babe.” He chuckled.
“Don’t call me that.” I huffed as I crossed my arms over my chest.
After what felt like hours of uncomfortable silence we pulled up at a run down house overlooking a big wheat field, “Welcome to Niall’s humble abode.” It was a two story, poorly painted farm house.
“Mmm fancy.” I mumbled with sarcasm laced into my voice.
“You better not start having an attitude.” I whipped around only to come face to face with Niall. I sprang into his arms, surprisingly happy to see the blonde boy. He stumbled back, sore from his recent fight. “I’m so sorry.”
“It’s ok.” He planted a soft kiss on my forehead as the three of us made our way towards the house.
“Bipolar one she is. Mad one second happy the next.” Zayn said, annoyed at being a third wheel.
“Oh calm down Malik. Tommorow me and you need to go speak to Louis.” He stared Zayn in the eyes, having a unheard conversation.
“Who’s Louis?”
“Nobody you need to worry about.”
