Tuesday, 12 June 2012

Long Zayn Imagine

#Imagine it was a couple of days before your wedding to your boyfriend, Ollie, and your head was all over the place. This so called man that you was supposed to be marrying was a monster. He was the worst boyfriend and fiancĂ©e ever. He just didn't care about you at all. You was walking around the neighbourhood late one night and you had your head facing the floor, Ollie was at home. You said that you needed some air and he let you go. You suddenly bumped into someone and quickly lifted your eyes off the ground and looked up at the person. Your eyes quickly met with the a pair of the most beautiful brown eyes you had ever seen. You took a step back from this tall dark man and looked up at him.
 "I'm sorry," was all you could mumble out, you was so shocked by how stunningly beautiful this boy was. A smile shot across his face and revealed the most perfect smile ever. It was almost blinding you it was that perfect.
 "It's fine babe, don't worry about it," he said. His hands were firmly in his pockets and you could see the outline of his knuckles poking through the thin material of his jacket. You smiled at him and then looked down at the floor, your heart was beating so fast that you was scared that if you looked at him any longer it was going to fly out of your chest. You had never felt like this around anyone before, not even around Ollie. "I'm Zayn, what's your name?" he said awkwardly. It made you laugh and you didn't know why. You told him your name and another one of his killer smile's shot across his face. "Wow, that's a beautiful name," he whispered taking a step closer to you.
 "Thanks, I like Zayn too," you said moving your hair out of your face.
 "Aha, erm, you wanna go to the coffee shop?" he asked hesitantly pointing over the road to the small shop that was standing on the pavement. You peered over to the shop and it looked so cute and cosy. One cup of coffee with a friend surely wasn't gonna hurt, was it? You looked back at Zayn and nodded eagerly. You walked across the road and you talked all night. You sat down at a small little table for two and crank coffee all night. It felt so calm and relaxed around Zayn. You didn't have to try to make conversation, it just happened. That's how it was meant to feel. He was so funny, he made you laugh like no-one else ever had. Sitting in that little coffee shop with Zayn was the most fun you had, had in years. Ollie wasn't there, no-one was there to tell you what to do, it was perfect. You lifted up your sleeve and glanced at your watch. The hands read half past ten. You should probably be getting back but you didn't want to leave Zayn, but you knew that if you didn't leave soon then Ollie would start to suspect things. You sighed deeply.
 "Oh Zayn this has been the most fun I've had in ages, but I think it's best if I start making my way back," you told him as you traced your finger along the print in the table. You looked up at him and his big brown eyes looked sad.
 "Oh, okay, but can I walk you home?" he asked tilting his head to look at you. You looked at him but then your eyes returned to the table.
 "It's complicated Zayn, you see I'm getting married in a few days," you said not looking at Zayn, you was scared at how he would react.
 "Really?" he said looking at you confused. You looked up at him. "Babe, why are you so scared of me? I'm not gonna hurt you, I would never do that to you, not to any girl." You took a big sigh.
 "I guess I'm just used to men being over reactant to everything," you whispered.
 "Does your fiancee hurt you? Please babe, tell me if he is.." he said. He reached his hand over to yours and held it tight. His brown eyes were fixed on yours and yours were fixed on his. Ollie didn't hit me, but it's what he didn't do that hurt you the most. He never did anything romantic with you, he treated you like a piece of dog shit under his shoe.
 "No, he doesn't hurt me, I don't know why I agreed to marrying him. I guess I was scared of what he would do, I said yes in a panic. I know he would never hit me," you told Zayn as a tear ran down your cheek. Zayn lifted up his soft hand and ran his finger along your cheekbone. He wiped away your tears and then placed his hands back onto yours.
 "Why don't you leave him then? Do you love him?" he asked as you bit your lip. You shook your head.
 "I don't know, sometimes I think I do, and some crazy moments I think he could love me back, but I just don't know anymore?" you told Zayn as another tear rolled down.
 "You don't deserve this, you deserve someone so much better," he whispered still not taking his hand off of yours.
 "Oh yeah, like who?" you said wiping away your tears with the end of your sleeve. Zayn leaned back in his chair and looked down at his feet.
 "Me?" he asked as his voice broke. You looked at him shocked.
 "No, Zayn I can't," you whispered as you stood up as your chair moved back. You quickly walked towards the door and ran out. You ran over the road and started to walk back towards yours and Ollie's house.
 "You can't do what? You can't leave this scumbag who doesn't give a shit about you and come to me, someone that has been loving you ever since he met you, yeah, that's so hard!" you heard Zayn shout from behind you. You quickly turned on your heels and saw Zayn walking slowly towards you.
 "You met me about 2 hours ago Zayn, it's hardly enough to have fallen in love," you shouted back as he was getting nearer. People were beginning to stare, but you didn't care.
 "Trust me," he said as he got up to you, your noses were so close. "It was enough." You moved your face closer to Zayn's but just as he leaned in you quickly twisted your head away and started to walk back. Zayn ran up to you and stood in front of you. "Come on, tell me you don't want this," he said as he head was getting closer and closer to yours.
 "I-I don-" you tried to say, but it was to hard. You wanted this to happen more than anything.
 "See, you can't do it can you?" he whispered. Your hands were on his chest and his hands were wrapped around his waist. Your lips were so close and you wanted to kiss him more than anything, but there was something holding you back.
 "Hey," you heard someone scream from quite a while away. You recognised the voice, it was Ollie. You quickly pulled away from Zayn and a tingle shot down your spine.
 "He's coming," you whispered to Zayn. "He must've seen us, go, quickly," you told him.
 "No, I'm not leaving you alone with him," he told you.
 "I'll be fine, trust me," you told Zayn which was a complete lie. You was so scared as to what Ollie was going to do.
 "No, I'm not going anywhere, not without you," he said through gritted teeth. You looked around quickly.
 "Well okay, hide behind that tree over there and watch us, if Ollie does anything then you can come out, please Zayn, for me?" you begged looking up at his big brown eyes.
 "Okay," he whispered as he finally gave in. He quickly pressed his lips against yours and you was shocked. His lips were so soft. He quickly ran away and you watched him disappear behind the tree at the other end of the street. You turned around and bumped into him. You fell to the ground and quickly looked up to see him. It was Ollie, he was here. Instead of helping you up he knelt down next to you.
 "I saw you with him, you really think I'm gonna let you live this down," he whispered to you, spitting all over your face. He grabbed your wrist and pulled you up roughly. "Come on, we're going home," he said as he started pulling you in the direction of your house.
 "No!" you protested as you pulled your wrist out of his grasp. He quickly turned around to look at you and his fists were clenched. "I'm not doing this anymore, Ollie I can't do it. I think it's best if we call of the wedding, I just, this isn't what I want," you whispered. You felt the tears in your eyes but you blinked t keep them in. You had to try and stay strong. "I-I'll come back for my stuff later, I just need to stop this before it becomes anything too serious, I can't do this anymore Ollie. My feelings have completely gone," you told him. He hadn't moved since you'd told him and his arms were still crossed. His eyes were fixed on yours, and you couldn't tell what he was thinking. He had always been good at hiding his feelings, that's one of the reasons you was scared of him. You turned away and started walking away back to the tree where Zayn was. Suddenly you felt Ollie's grip around your wrist and he pulled you around to face him.
 "Where do you think you're going?" he shouted in your face. "What? To him? To be a whore to a scumbag?" You suddenly felt so powerful towards Ollie, like all of your fear for him had just disappeared. It felt so good. You lifted your head up to Ollie's level.
 "I'd rather be his whore than your wife," you said as you tried to wriggle your wrist free from his grip.
 "No," he said as he hand tightened around your wrist, but it didn't stop you from trying to break free. You kept on trying to pull your wrist from Ollie but his grip tightened. "I said no." You lifted your knee and hit him right in his bawls and his grip loosened. You heard him scream out in pain as you quickly turned to run. You looked up and saw Zayn walking towards you. You ran into his arms and your head buried into his chest. His hands fell around your waist as he pulled you in tight to his chest.
 "Come on," he whispered as his hands fell off of your hips. He slipped his hand into yours and he started running. You did the same as you ran down street and through parks. You was trying to get as far away from Ollie as you could. After a while you stopped and sat down on a bench that was near by. It was getting dark now so there was hardly anyone around. You sat next to Zayn with your head on his shoulder, neither of you saying anything. You just looked straight ahead trying to take in everything that had just happened.
 "I'm sorry, I'm sorry for all of this Zayn," you whispered.
 "Hey..." he said. He turned and put his legs up on the chair and crossed them. You did the same so that you was facing him. "Don't say that, none of this was your fault.." He leaned his head forward and pressed his lips against yours. You pulled back and looked at him straight in the eyes.
 "I love you so much Zayn," you whispered. A smile shot across Zayn's face.
 "I love you too babe," he whispered back. You hugged Zayn and you felt his warm breath on your ear. "I love you too..."

Tuesday, 5 June 2012

Long Harry Imagine

Your P.O,V
Harry was my only friend, and I know that sounds unbelievably sad but it's true. I had never been good at making friends, but Harry was something different. I met him on the first day of high school and ever since then we just spent ever minute of every day together. We were like one person, it wasn't like it was two of us. Me and Harry were closer than anyone but then it happened. It just happened out of the blue, no signs. Harry wasn't in school one morning because he had, had a cold for the last few weeks and it still wasn't getting better. I was quite worried about him, every night I'd get awaken by Harry coughing and crying out in pain. We practially lived together, I had my own bed in his room and he had one in mine and every night we'd take it in turns at staying over at each others houses. It sounds stupid I know, but we were such good friends. We couldn't stay away from each other. Harry didn't come into school for the rest of the day, so when the school day finally ended I walked round to his house and knocked on the door but there was no answer. I was so upset, where was Harry? And why hadn't he told me where he was? I walked with my head down back to my house and walked in. My mum was standing in the kitchen and she was smiling sympathetically at me. I furrowed my eyebrows at her. 
 "What? What's wrong?" I asked. She shook her head at me. 
 "Nothing, have a good day at school?" she said. I flung my school bag off my shoulder and onto the living room floor and started walking over to the story.
 "No, it was awful! Harry wasn't there all day, do you know where he was?" I asked looking up at her as he stroked my hair. She never usually did this, was there something wrong? She shook her head at me again. 
 "Perhaps you should give him a ring?" she said as she turned and walked into the kitchen. 
 "O-okay!" I shouted after her. I picked up my bag off the floor and fished into it for my mobile. I flipped it open and scrolled down my contacts for Harry's number. I hit dial and then held the phone up to my ear. It seemed to ring for ages, and then someone finally answered. 
 "Hello?" It was Harry's mum. 
 "Hiya Anne, it's me, is Harry alright? I've been worried about him all day," I asked. There was some sobs on the other end of the phone. "Anne? What's happened?"
 "I, erm, I think I should let Harry talk to you," she whispered as her voice broke. There was a lot of shuffling around on the other end of the phone. 
 "Hi," came a small voice on the other end of the phone.
 "Harry what's happened? Please tell me, I've been so worried all day,"  I said as my heart suddenly started pounding like mad. 
 "It wasn't just a cold, it was cancer, I've got cancer," he whispered as he broke down in tears. The words jumped around my head. Cancer? My best friend had cancer. A tear rolled down my cheek as I heard Harry's sobs on the other end of the phone. 
 "Harry, Harry I'm so sorry," was all I could manage to whisper. Suddenly the sobs stopped. 
 "It's not your fault, none of it was fault, it was mine," he wept.
 "Harry how is it your fault?" I whispered.
 "Well it's no-one else's fault is it? So it must be mine," he told me. 
 "Harry that is the stupidest thing you've ever said, and you've said a lot of stupid things, how could it possibly be your fault? You've done nothing wrong, sometimes life is just cruel, you'll be fine though, I know you will," I told him trying to reassure him, but it didn't seem to be working. He was still crying his heart out. "Harry everything's gonna be okay, trust me, you're gonna be fine."
 "Yeah but you don't know that! Stop giving me false hope!" he screamed at me. 
 "I'm not Harry, I'm telling you the truth, you're gonna be just fine, I'll be here with you every step of the way, you know I will," I carried on whispering. 
 "You promise? You promise you won't leave me?" he said through his cries.
 "Of course I do, I would never leave you Harry," I sobbed as the tears poured down my face. The next few months were tough not having Harry by my side. The bed at the other side of my room seemed so empty. Knowing that he was lying there nearly lifeless in a hospital bed was killing me inside. And it was killing me on the outside too. I had cut a few times, and I wasn't ashamed of it. Things were so bad right now I felt like I had no other option. Harry hadn't been to school in weeks and everyone was wondering where he was. I had no other choice but to tell them, and when I did they were all really supportive. I went to visit Harry every single day, and everyday he looked more and more depressed. His big operation was coming up soon and the tension between you two has getting bigger. A few hours before his op and I was sitting in the chair next to him. We was sat in a comfortable silence, we was both two afraid to talk. We were both 15 for god's sake, we had no idea what was going on. I was staring at him as his chest went up and down and face was so angelic. How could this have happened to him? Of all the people that it could've happened to, it had to happen to Harry. He slowly turned his head around to face me and gave me a false smile. He took a deep sigh.
 "Harry, you're gonna be just fine, you've got nothing to worry about," I told him, which is what I'd been telling him for the last 5 weeks. He looked at me with sodden eyes and a tear escaped his eye and rolled down his cheek. I got up from my chair and stepped to his bed. I ran my thumb as gently as I could along his cheek bone to wipe away his tears. He looked up at me and smiled as a nurse walked into the room.
 "I'm not interrupting anything, am I?" the nurse asked. I shook my head and took a step back from Harry. "Well Harry, it's time," she breathed and I could tell she was as scared as we were. Harry glanced over to me with a worried look that sent a shiver down my spine. He looked back to the nurse and his whole face dropped.
 "Okay," he whispered. Nurses and doctors kept on rushing in and out and after a few hours he was just about ready to be wheeled into the surgery. They left us alone to talk for a while, but we couldn't think of anything to say. So we sat there and looked at each other. 
 "I'm gonna miss you," he whispered. I shook my head at him. 
 "Harry I'm not going anywhere," I told him moving closer to him and taking his hand. "I'll always be with you Harry, no matter what happens." I put my arms lightly round his neck hugged him. "I'll be here, waiting for you when you wake up, I'm never gonna leave you Harry." His hands moved onto my back and suddenly the door opened. 
 "Harry? Are you ready?" the doctor said. You looked at Harry as he looked back at you. 
 "As ready as I'll ever be," he said. The doctor went behind Harry's bed and wheeled him out of the room. The operation took almost a day, the nurses told me that there was no point in staying, he wouldn't know if I was here. But I'd know, and when Harry woke up I wanted to tell him that I had stayed. I sat in the waiting room for hours, watching the hand tick round and round on the clock at the other side of the room. Suddenly, I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket so I reached into my pocket and pulled it out. It was Alise, my only other friend at high school. She had been my rock through this whole incident. I opened up the text she had sent me.
 'Hiya hun, hope you're coping okay, Harry's gonna be fine, I know he is, wanna come out shopping for a bit to take your mind of things?' That's what the text read. I thought about it for a while and then I decided that it was a good idea. If I went shopping for a while then I would still have plenty of time to be back before Harry woke up. I text her back telling her that I would and she came to pick me up from the hospital in her car. 

Harry's P,O,V
I've been awake for almost an hour now and she still hasn't turned up. My mum's been here with me ever since I woke up, but that's not the point. She said she would be here when I woke up, and she's not. She'd been forgetting me a lot lately, she didn't come and see me half as much as she used to. She was making new friends and moving on. It was the worst feeling in the world. Suddenly the door was pushed open and she came rushing in. Her cheeks looked really wet and her hair was all over the place, and she looked more beautiful than ever. My mum stood up from her chair and walked towards the door. 
 "I'll leave you guys to chat," she said as she walked out the door. She walked over to me and sat down in the chair that my mum had been sitting in. 
 "Harry I'm so sorry, I got so caught up with everything and I forgot what the time was," she told me as the tears ran down her face. I looked at her and smiled, well I tried to smile. "That's such a false smile." The tears started to run down my face and she placed her hand on my bed next to me. I reached over and put my hand on top of hers and she looked up at me and smiled.
 "'Everything's gonna be alright.' Remember? That's what you told me before I went in for my op. And you was right, you've got nothing to worry about anymore, I'm out, I'm fine, we just have to look forward now," I told her, trying to stop her from crying. She wiped her tears with her sleeve and smiled at me. "I, erm, I have to tell you something," I whispered. I thought that now was the right time to tell her. She needed to know, I couldn't keep it from her any longer, we were best friends we told each other everything.
 "You can tell me anything Harry, you know that," she whispered as I took a deep breath. 
 "Okay, there's this girl, and I've fallen for her and I don't think I can ask her if she likes me cause I'm too scared that she doesn't like me back," I told her, I thought that, that was a big enough clue, but clearly she hadn't cottoned on to what I was trying to tell her. 
 "Oh, well does she go to our school," she asked me. I don't know if I was seeing things, but she kid of looked a bit sad. Did she like me? 
 "Yeah, she goes to our school, but do you think I should tell her? I'm quite good friends with her, I don't want to break our friendship, but it's just got to the stage, where I don't think I can live without her anymore..." she looked at me and bit her lip. 
 "Harry I had no idea that you felt like this, you so have to tell her, you sound like you need to," she said, I just laughed at her. 
 "Oh, you're so stupid!" I said as I collapsed into a fit of giggles. She took her hand of mine and looked at me confused. 
 "What?" she said as she cocked her head to the side.
 "It's you I like, I've liked you for so long. It actually hurts me sometimes, I need you in my life. So what do you say? Will you be my girlfriend?"

Your P.O.V
The words jumped around in my head. Girlfriend. Had Harry honestly just asked me to be his girlfriend? Me? He couldn't have. He deserved someone so much better than me, why did he pick me? I looked at him confused.
 "Me?" was all I could manage to squeak. He laughed at me and then smiled. 
 "Yeah, you," he said. My heart was beating so fast it was starting to make my head hurt. 
 "Harry.." I began, his big green eyes were fixed on mine. I wanted to throw my arms around Harry and tell him how much I wanted to be his girlfriend, but what if it didn't work out? What if we had a really messy break up and never wanted to see each other again? What'd happen then? Would our friendship end? I couldn't let that happen. "But what if things don't work out? What if we don't stay friends? I think I'd die without you by my side," I told him. He took my hand and smiled, and I tried to smile back. 
 "I promise, nothing could ever come between us, we're inseparable. No-one can break us, I'm yours forever, until you say the word, but I know that's not what you want," he told me. Maybe he was right, maybe things would be alright. 
 "But how do I know that you're not gonna leave me," I asked as my voice broke. 
 "You're just gonna have to trust me," he said as a smile spread across his face. "So, will you?"
 "Y-yes," I told him. "Just promise me one thing."
 "What?" I took a deep breath. 
 "Just promise me you won't leave me..." I said as a tear ran down my face. 
 "Aww, babe, come here, I would never leave you, I promise," he said as he pulled me into his chest and held me close. 

Saturday, 2 June 2012

Long Niall Imagine

Your P.O.V
I was sat at home on a Saturday night, snuggled up in a blanket and watching a film on the T.V. I wasn't really paying attention to it though, it was so boring, and I couldn't concentrate on it either. Jordan was coming round soon and he was bringing another film with him. We were going to watch it together. Jordan was my boyfriend, I loved him so much. I thought he was the one, I thought that he would never hurt me, never do anything to upset me. I seriously thought that he was the one I was gonna spend the rest of my life with. There was a knock at the door and I quickly untangled myself from the blanket and ran to the door. I grabbed the door handle and pulled back the door to find Jordan standing there.
 "Hiya babe," I said as he barged past me and walked into the living room. He was looking round the room as if he was looking for something. "What's wrong?" He stopped looking and furrowed his eyebrows at me. He took a few steps nearer to me so that his face was inches away from mine.
 "What's wrong? I think you know what's wrong!" he screamed in my face as he started pacing around my apartment. He suddenly stopped and stared at me. "So go on then, where is he?" he shouted. I looked at him confused.
 "Where's who?" I asked, feeling a little scared.
 "You know who! Your little... 'playmate'," he said making speech marks with his hands. "I know he's been here, I know you've been cheating on me, there's no point in denying it!" he shouted as he walked back towards me. I took a few steps back but he quickly grabbed my wrists and pulled me up to his level. "What are you doing? Don't you dare walk away when I am talking to you," he whispered right in my face. I looked down at the floor as he continued to whisper abuse at me.  "Ergh, look at you, you're making me feel sick! You're a nothing, you know that? An absolute nothing, you deserve to go and die in a hole,' he whispered. I couldn't hold the tears back anymore. Jordan was gripping my wrists so tight that they were starting to go numb. "Aww, look at the crocodile tears, you really think that's gonna make me let go?" he whispered. I looked up at him and saw the anger in his eyes. He suddenly let go off my wrists and I fell to the ground and quickly looked at my wrists. They had turned purple from how tightly Jordan had been squeezing them. They were so numb. I looked up at him and he was standing over me with a smirk on his face. This was not the end of the abuse, I could tell by the look on his face. I scrunched up into a ball on the floor and shut my eyes tight, wanting it to be over before it had even begun.

Niall's P,O.V
It was such a lovely night and I was so bored so  grabbed my jacket and my shoes and decided to go for a little walk. I had my snapback on and it was covering most of my face, so I wasn't going to get noticed. I like just going for walks by myself, it helps me clear my head. I knew the area of London like the back of my hand so I wasn't going to get lost. I wandered around the streets for hours, it was nice. It was summer so it was still quite light out, but the sun was beginning to slide down the sky. As I turned the corner to a street I saw a bench on the other side of the road. My feet were starting to hurt a little so I crossed the road and walked towards it. As I got nearer to it I noticed that there was someone already sat there. I walked up to the bench and sat down. I glanced at the person next to me. I wasn't sure whether it was a girl or a boy because they had a hoodie on and the hood was up and covering most of their face. I leant forward a bit to try and get a better look of the person but they turned away from me and faced the other way, I just laughed. 
 "Aha, it's fine, I'm not going to harm you," I told them, they moved back round a bit but they were still facing away from me a little bit. They placed their hand down on the bench and they had lovely long nails covered in red nail polish. Definitely a girl. It was beginning to get a little bit awkward so I decided to try and break the tension.  "I'm Niall," was the only thing I could think of but there was still no answer. She turned around to face me a little bit but her face was covered by the hood. Her cheeks were tear stained and I could see some purple swelling on her hands. "W-what's wrong?" I asked her, hoping for a response. She quickly pulled her hands up and pulled her sleeves over her hands and pulled the material over the swelling. 
 "Nothing, why?" she muttered and I took her hand gently. I rolled back the sleeve and revealed the bruises which were worse than I thought they were gonna be. I looked at her shocked.
 "What are these?" I asked, getting worried. She pulled her hand away from me and pulled her sleeve back over the bruising. 
 "No! They're nothing," she said as she stood up from the bench and started to walk away. I grabbed her wrist harder than I had meant to.
 "No, wait!" I shouted, as I grabbed her wrist. She screamed out in pain and fell to the floor taking me with her as I had taken a firm grip on her wrist. I was sat in front of her and she burst into tears in front of me and I sat and watched her. She was honestly the most beautiful girl I had ever seen before. When she fell to the floor her hood had fallen down and I now had full view of her pretty face. She was crying really hard, but she had her hands over her face to catch the tears.
 When the cries died down I asked, "Please tell me who did this to you, I know it was someone. Please, I can't stand seeing you like this." She looked up at me and then wiped away her tears gently with the end of her sleeve. She stood up and walked back over to the bench and sat down. I got up off the floor and followed her, and sat right by her side. She took a deep breath.
 "Okay, it was my boyfriend, well, my ex boyfriend. He, erm, he came to my apartment and thought that someone was there with me.He thought that there was another boy there, he thought I was cheating on him," she said.
 "And were you?" I asked, and she looked at me confused. "And were you cheating on him?" She shook her head at me and she continued her story.
 "Anyway, I was sat watching a film and he barged in, and he did this to me, it hurt. He kicked me all over my body, I've never known pain like it," she whispered as a tear escaped her eye. I couldn't hold it back anymore, and a tear ran down my cheek. I couldn't imagine anyone being stupid enough to do this to her. She was so beautiful and precious, how could anyone ever hurt her? She looked at me and she started crying again. I gently placed my arms around her not wanting to hurt her but she clung to my chest like there was no tomorrow. She wept onto my chest and after a while I felt her tears start to seep through my t-shirt as my stomach started to feel quite wet. I gripped her tightly while she wept into me, it was horrific. Tears were falling down my face as well and dripping off my chin onto her soft hair. We sat like this for a long time, the sky had nearly turned black now and the street lights were starting to turn on. Her cries had stopped now, but her head stayed rested on my chest and my hands stay firmly around her. We were sat there in a comfortable silence but I could tell she was hurting. "I thought he was the one," she whispered making me jump. I looked down at her and she lifted her head of my chest and looked up at me, she looked more beautiful than ever. I looked at her sympathetically. I lifted my hand up and stroked her hair and she smiled for the first time, she had such a pretty smile. I started rocking her back and forth as she layed her head back on my chest in the same position. My heart suddenly started beating really fast and I couldn't control it, she just did crazy things to me, but I kinda liked it. We layed there all night, I knew that we did because when she eventually pulled her head off my chest and sat up, the sky was beginning to get lighter. She sat up next to me and stared out in front of her. I stared at her and I didn't even realise I was going it. She turned her head and looked at me. She lifted her hand up and placed it on the side of my face, moving her thumb along my cheekbone. It made me smile. She was looking me deep in the eyes and she suddenly bit her lip. "Thank you so much Nialler," she whispered, I looked at her shocked. "What?"
 "How do you know my name?" I asked her as she laughed, she had such a pretty laugh.
 "Trust me, I know who you are," she laughed. I smiled at her and then she looked me straight in the eyes. 
 "You're welcome," was all I could manage to whisper. 
 "No, I mean it, if you hadn't found me I don't know what I'd have done, I honestly, just, ahh, I'm lost for words," she laughed. I smiled at her and looked down at the floor. She sat up on the bench and put her feet up on the wooden bars. She started to move her head closer to mine and soon our noses were touching. I moved my lips to hers and for a crazy few seconds; I felt her kiss me back. "No, I can't Niall, I have to sort things out with Jordan first, it's not right," she whispered as she stood up off the bench and started walking off. I ran after her and stood in front of her. I took her hands gently and looked her in the eyes.
 "Just promise me one thing," I whispered to her. 
 "What?" she giggled.
 "Promise that once you  have sorted everything out with Jordan, you'll come back?" I asked, scared of what the answer was gonna be. She quickly pushed her lips against mine and then pulled them back again. She looked me in the eyes and smirked.
 "I promise," she whispered. She let go off my hands and walked back down the road, I watched her until I could longer see her. She was just breath taking. Everytime I looked at her my heart would start to race. She was so fragile though, I had to be extra careful, but of course I was gonna be careful with her. I had finally found my princess.

Thursday, 31 May 2012

Long Liam Imagine

#Imagine it was a bright summer morning and you woke up at around 10 o'clock. You rolled out of bed and wandered into the kitchen to make your breakfast. You walked back to the living room with your bowl of soggy cereal and sat down on the sofa. You flicked on the TV and realised after searching through every channel that there was nothing decent on the TV, so after you finished your breakfast, you threw on some clothes and strolled down to the shops. You walked through the automatic doors and sauntered around the food aisles and then you came to the magazine aisle. You walked down it and one suddenly caught your eye. It had Liam on the front of it; Liam was your boyfriend. You stopped to look at it, there was a picture of Liam on the cover and in big bold letters 'She was never meant to be serious' You furrowed your eyebrows and walked over to the magazine. You scooped it up and quickly opened the page to where Liam's interview was. It was true, he had actually said that you and him were never meant to be serious. You suddenly felt tears escape your eyes and roll down your cheeks. Never meant to be serious? What was that suppose to mean? Did he not love you or something? You fell to the floor with your back leaning against the magazine railing. You sobbed into your hands and after a while you felt someone's hand on your shoulder. You quickly looked up and saw an old man hovering over you.
 'Miss, are you okay?' the man said. You staggered to your feet and looked the man in the eyes.
 'I'm fine, thank you,' you said as you held the magazine tight in your hands and stormed towards the counter. You payed for it and then walked home. Liam was meant to be coming round to your house later, so you went home and you waited for him. You sat on the couch not taking your eyes off the door, and then after about an hour or so, it opened and Liam walked in.
 'Hiya babe, how ar-' he said as he walked in and shut the door, but when he saw you he stopped and looked at you. 'What's wrong? Have you been crying?' he whispered. He walked over to you and wrapped his arms around you.
 'Get off me,' you firmly told him.
 'What?' he said as he pulled back and looked at you confused.
 'Get off me,' you repeated.
 'Babe, what have I do-' he began.
 'You know what you've done!!' you screamed at him. You stood up and threw the magazine at him. You marched out the room and ran into your bedroom. You slammed your face down onto your pillow to muffle your cries as the tears poured out your eyes. You screamed into your pillow for a while and you was sure that Liam could hear you, but you didn't care. You had locked the door and he couldn't get in, so you layed there until the sunlight faded out of the windows and the room turned to black.
 The covers were all over your body and you was layed facing the ceiling. Your cheeks were numb with water and your eyes were burning. You could hear Liam in the other room, he wasn't far from the door. It had been a few hours since you had stormed out the room, but it seemed like 2 minutes.
 'I-I'm sorry,' you heard a faint voice from the other side of the door. You didn't say anything, not because you didn't want to but because your throat had nearly closed up after all the crying. 'I never meant for you to get mad at me, I, I didn't mean it in a nasty way at all. I'm gunna be honest with you babe, at the start of our relationship, I didn't think that it would ever turn into anything more,' Liam told you. The tears started rolling down your face and you bit your lip hard to stop yourself from sobbing. 'But then I got to know you better, and I realised that you was the only one that I could ever imagine myself spending the rest of my life with. You make me laugh like no-one else can, you are the kindest and most genuine person I've ever met. Everytime I see you, I don't know what happens, I just like, I can feel my heart start beating harder. And on top of all that,' you heard him take a big breath. 'You are the most beautiful girl that I have ever met in my entire life.' The tears were still rolling down your cheeks and a huge smile was spread across your face. You couldn't believe that Liam was telling you all this, and you felt the exact same about him. So many memories, they were too good to just throw away. You slowly sat up and swung your legs over the side of your bed, your feet falling onto the cold laminate. You got up and walked over to the door. You reached for the door handle and slowly opened the door, but you only opened it a crack. You peered round the side and saw Liam standing there, his cheeks looked very wet. He didn't move, his eyes just lifted off the floor and onto your eyes. You stood there for a while, but then Liam eventually broke the silence.
 'You know I'd never hurt you, I love you far too much,' he whispered as his voice broke. You took a big breath.
 'I know, I'm sorry, I over reacted,' you said as you opened the door fully.
 'No, it was me, I should never have said that,' he whispered taking a step towards you.
 'It was both of us,' you said as you took a step towards him. There was a silence.
 'I don't like it when you're mad at me,' he whispered looking down at the floor.
 'Liam, I'm sorry,' you said as you flung your arms around his neck. You felt his hands on your waist and his face was in your hair.
 'Don't be,' he whispered into your ear. 'Can we just forget this whole thing?'
 'Yes,' you whispered as you looked into his eyes and brushed your lips against his.

Wednesday, 30 May 2012

Long Louis Imagine

#Imagine you was bored one night in the summer holidays, so you decided to go round to Louis' house. You were really close so friends, so he wouldn't mind one bit if you went round to his house. You walked along the cold concrete in your golden sandals and headed for his apartment. You knocked on the door but there was no answer, so you knelt down to the letterbox and opened it. There was no-one there, just an empty living room.
 'Louis!' you shouted through the letterbox. 'Louis! Open the door!' you shouted for a while but there was still no answer. You stood back up and fished around in your bag for your keys. You found them and then tried to find Louis' key. You eventually found it and then jammed it into the key hole. You opened his door and walked into his apartment. You shut the door behind you and flung your keys onto the dining table. You was still shouting his name but there was still no answer. You walked up to his bedroom door and knocked on it. You grabbed the handle and pushed it open, but as you scanned the room you soon realised that he wasn't in there either. Maybe he had gone out somewhere? You walked back into the living room and noticed the bathroom door on the other side of the room. You walked over to it and knocked on it. You then realised that the door was locked, so someone had to be in there.
 'Louis? Louis are you in there?' you shouted through the door, banging the door handle. 'Louis?' you whacked the lock and it suddenly came undone. 'Oh, my god, Lou I'm sorry,' you said shutting the door, but there was no response. 'Lou?' you said, you were getting really worried. You slowly opened the door and saw Louis lying in the bath. But he wasn't lying there faced up, he was lying faced down with his head under the water. His body was just lying there, bobbing above the water. Your mouth dropped and you rushed over to the bath. You dropped everything and shoved your hands into the water and pulled Louis up. You jumped over the side so that you was standing in the bath and the water was covering your legs. You knelt down and pulled Louis up and out of the bath. You layed him on the cold bathroom tiles and grabbed your bag that was sitting at the end of the bath. You reached inside for your mobile phone and unlocked it. You quickly prodded the keys and dialled 999 and then placed the phone to your ear. Louis' head was laying on your lap, his body was lifeless. Suddenly there was an answer at the end of the phone.
 'Hello this is 999, what is your emergency?' said a woman in a very monotone voice.
 'I need an ambulance quick, my friend's collapsed, well, he hasn't collapsed, I just walked in and found his in his bath, and he's out cold and he's not coming round, and I'm really scared,' you told the woman as the tears started pouring down your face.
 'It's alright miss, we just need to know your address and we'll send an ambulance right away,' the woman said, she seemed really calm compared to how you was feeling. You told the woman Louis' address and then you heard her typing into a keyboard. 'Okay, so I'll stay on the phone with you until the ambulance comes to make sure you're alright. How long has your friend been unconscious?' she said.
 'I don't know, he could've been out for hours, he could be dead. Oh my god, he could be dead,' you screamed. You dropped the phone and placed you hand over his heart, but there was nothing. You put two of your fingers next to his neck. You stayed still fr a few moments and you could feel a tiny vibration against your finger. You picked the phone back up to hear the woman telling you how to feel his pulse. 'It's fine, he's alive, it's just a very weak pulse. Please hurry up with the ambulance,' you begged.
 'It's on it's way, they should be there any minute, you just stay with him,' she told you.
 'I won't, I'm not going to, I'm staying here with him, right by his side,' you told her as more tears started to fall down your face. Suddenly you heard the front door open and people scurry in. 'I'm in here!!' you shouted towards the door. Two paramedics came rushing into the bathroom and looked at you, and then looked at Louis who was still lifeless. They immediately started working on Louis as a woman paramedic grabbed hold of your arm. She helped you up off the ground and wrapped a blanket around your arms.
 'No, I'm fine,' you told her, shaking the blanket off. You watched as the paramedics worked on Louis and they seemed to be talking a different language. They lifted him up onto a stretcher and wheeled him out of his apartment. They took him out of his house and into put him in the ambulance that was parked outside. The woman helped you onto the back of the ambulance and you sat next to Louis, who had, had a cover put over him as he had been naked before. You sat next to him all the way there. It was the worst trip ever. You just stared at him, his lifeless body was just laying there. Your hand was on his and you was gripping his hand. 'Come on, come on Louis, wake up, please. Wake up,' you whispered repeatedly under your breath. When the ambulance pulled up at the hospital, Louis was rushed off and the woman paramedic told you to wait in the waiting room. It was lonely in there, it was just you. You reached into your back and pulled out your phone. You dialled Harry's number as you realised you needed to tell him everything that had gone on.
 'Hiya Harry, it's me,' you said, and your voice was already breaking.
 'Oh my god? What's wrong?' he said.
 'It's, erm, it's Louis, he's been, erm, rushed into hospital,' you said, the tears slowly rolling down your face.
 'What happened!?' you told him everything, all about the bath and the paramedic's coming. You heard him sobbing on the phone. 'Is he alright now?' he whispered.
 'I'm not gunna lie to you Harry, he didn't look good. They're saying that he will pull through, but I don't know? I just wanna know what he was doing, why was he underneath the water? What was he doing?' you asked.
 'I don't know, call me when you know anything else,' he said.
 'I will do, bye Harry,' you whispered.
 'Bye love,' and the phone line went dead. You suddenly felt alone again, and the tears rolled down your face. You pulled your knees up to your chin and rested your chin on them. You didn't hold back the tears, you cried for a long time. When your cries had died down a bit, a woman dressed in nurses' uniform walked into the waiting room.
 'Hiya love, you alright,' she said as she walked over and sat next to you.
 'No, I'm not really,' you said, putting your legs back down and wiping your tears. 'How's Louis?'
 'He's doing brilliantly, he's nearly made a full recovery,' she told you. Your eyes lit up and a smile shot across your face.
 'Really?' you asked.
 'Yeah, we told him that you was here, he wants to see you now,' she laughed.
 'Oh my god,' you said as you jumped up off your seat. The nurse stood up and you flung your arms around her.
 'Oh!' she said, but you felt her hug you back too.
 'Thank you,' you whispered.
 'Ahaha, come on,' she said pulling back from the hug and walking towards the door. You followed her through a lot of corridors until you eventually reached Louis' room. The nurse opened the door and there was Louis, sitting on the hospital bed. You ran up to him and then suddenly stopped when you got up to him. His big blue eyes were looking back at you and you was staring him straight in the eyes. You placed your hands around his neck and gave him a really tight hug. You pulled back and looked at the nurse who was standing in the doorway. 'I'll just leave you two alone for a bit,' she said as she backed out the room and closed the door. You walked over to the chair that was next to Louis' bed and sat down. You stared at him and furrowed your eyebrows.
 'What's wrong?' he said.
 'W-what made you do it?' you asked.
 'Do what?' he said, looking confused.
 'Aha, do what? You know what? Why was you under the water?' you asked him. He shook his head and looked up to the ceiling.
 'I-I don't know. I wasn't trying to kill myself or anything, I just, I dunno, it made me feel kind of isolated,' he said.
 'You're so weird Lou,' you laughed. He laughed too. 'Just promise me you wont do it again, you nearly killed yourself!' you said to him and his eyes widened.
 'I-I promise,' he said, but he looked scared.
 'What's wrong?' you asked him.
 'No, it's nothing,' he said.
 'No come one, we tell each other everything,'you told him, getting up from the chair and walking over to his bed. You perched yourself next to him.
 'No, it's just--' he said.
 'Lou please tell me,' you pleaded.
 'Alright,' he said as he took a massive gulp of air. 'I, erm, I think I love you,' he said in one quick breath. You looked at him shocked and shuffled away from him a bit.
 'What?' is all you could manage to say.
 'It's just I've felt like it for such a long time, I've just been able to pluck up the courage to tell you,' he told you, not taking his eyes of yours. You moved a bit closer to him and your noses were almost touching. You leaned in to kiss him and you felt his lips kiss back. After a while you pulled back and looked into his eyes.
 'I love you so much,' he breathed.
 'I love you too Lou,' you whispered as you flung your arms around his neck. 'I love you too.'

Tuesday, 29 May 2012

Long Zayn Imagine

#Imagine your life had been hell the last few months. You was constantly revising for your exams and you was being badly bullied, but you had never told anyone. Not even the boys, and they were your best friends. You had been best friends with all the boys ever since you had been little, you'd all been to primary school together, but you all left to go to different high schools. Everyone made fun of you because the lads were your only friends. They called you awful things, and you believed everything they told you. You wanted to end your life because you just felt like you didn't want to be here anymore. You had wanted to do it for a long time, and you knew that, that time would come soon enough.
 You was sitting at home one night, wrapped in a blanket sitting on the sofa, crying. Suddenly the phone rang and you walked over to answer it. You had gotten good at covering up your tears as you had been doing it for a long time, so you took a deep breath and answered the phone.
 'Hello?' you said, trying to sound as bright and cheery as you could.
 'Hiya babe, it's Louis,' he said on the other side of the phone.
 'Oh, hiya,' you said as you wiped the wet droplets off your cheeks.
 'Me and the lads were wondering if you wanted to come round for a bit, like a sleepover or something?' he asked. You felt a huge smile spread across your face as you heard Louis say this.
 'Yeah, I'd love that, I'll be round,' you whispered down the phone.
 'Alright babe, see you soon,' he said as the line went dead. You grabbed your keys off the kitchen counter and walked towards the door, you was only wearing your jogging bottoms and a t-shirt but it didn't really matter. It was only the boys, they didn't care what you looked like. You didn't need to take anything to the boys' either. You always borrowed their clothes, most of your wardrobe was filled with some of their clothes that you still hadn't given back. But they didn't mind, they always said that you looked nice in their clothes, and it made you feel warm inside when they did that. You walked around to their apartment where they all lived together. You didn't knock on the door, you were all that close that. You opened the door and shouted 'Hello!' to make the boys aware that you had entered. You heard 5 voices shout back and you walked into the living room to find them all sitting there. They were all sitting on the sofa and you walked over to go and sit next to them. The sofa was kind of an L shape so you could all see eachother with out anyone feeling left out. You was all sitting around; talking, laughing, doing everything that you usually did. It felt amazing, you leant back in the sofa, your neck sinking into the cold white leather. You watched Zayn as he laughed at Louis being stupid. He was just unbelievable. You had tried to tell yourself that you felt nothing towards Zayn, but there came a time when you couldn't even fight the feelings anymore. You had fallen for Zayn, but it was fine. You was learning to get over it, and you was sure that it would happen in time. He glanced over to you and looked at you.
 'What's wrong?' he asked, breaking you out of your stare so that you realised that all the boys were in fact looking at you.
 'No, nothing,' you said, shaking your head smiling.
 'She's trying to stare through your soul Zayn,' Niall said, taking another hand of the popcorn that was in the bowl on the coffee table. Niall had eaten most of it so there wasn't much left. You all laughed including you.
 'Aha, nah she's just trying to decide what wedding dress she's doing to wear in her and Zayn's imaginary wedding,' Louis said. All the boys laughed but you just looked at them confused. Did they honestly know about your crush on Zayn? But how could they, you hadn't told anyone. You just looked at them all confused and shook your head.
 'What?' you said as your voice broke. They all started laughing again and you felt your cheeks flush a red colour.
 'Ahaha, we know about your little crush?' Niall said through his laughs.
 'What are you talking about?' you said as your eyebrows furrowed.
 'We know you like Zayn, we've known for ages,' Louis said. Your eyes shot over to Zayn who was looking everywhere but your eyes.
 'So, the question we all wanna know Zayn. Will you go out with her?' Niall said. As he did you felt your body start to shake all over. How could the boys do this to you, you thought that they were your friends, and they were making you more embarrassed as ever.
 'Well?' Zayn said in what you thought was a sarcastic tone. You was turning so red it was becoming to feel uncomfortable. You stood up and glanced round the room at the boys. They were all still laughing a bit and you stormed over to the bathroom that was on the other side of the room.
 'Oh, come on! We was only having a bit of fun!' you heard one of them shout as you slammed the door behind you. Your back fell against the wooden door and you slid down to the floor. The tears were pouring out of your cheeks and you bit your hand to stop yourself from making any noise. You didn't want the boys hearing you cry. You was crying so hard that teeth marks were appearing in your skin. Your life just felt like it couldn't get any worse. It was honestly horrific. You peered around the bathroom and saw a little cupboard just above the toilet. You stood up and walked over to it. You opened it up and saw a razor standing at the front of the door. Perfect. You picked it up and looked at how sharp the blades were. You walked over to the bath and knelt down to the bath. You moved the razor up to your wrist and felt the cold metal against your skin. Your hands were shaking like mad and the tears were still pouring out your eyes. Suddenly the bathroom door burst open but didn't flinch. You was just about to slide the blades across your skin, but someone grabbed it out of your hands and you heard it drop on the floor. It was Zayn. You turned around to him and collapsed into his chest and you both fell to the floor, and you cried. No, in fact you screamed, louder than you ever had done before. You screamed into his chest and the tears seeped out of your eyes and into his shirt. You was sat on Zayn's knees and his arms were wrapped around you. One of his hands was on your waist and the other was on your waist. He was rocking you back and forth and you felt the tears drip of his cheeks onto the top of your head. You sat like this for a while.
 You had stopped crying now and you just layed in Zayn's chest. He had stopped crying as well as his chin was resting on your head. You quickly glanced over to the door and saw all the boys sitting outside the bathroom, there cheeks all looked wet as well. They had been watching you and Zayn the whole time. They were all sat cross legged. You lifted your head of Zayn's chest and looked up to him. He looked down at you and then took his hand of your head and wiped away a few loose tears that were on his cheeks. You looked up at him and he looked down at you.
 'You know I'd never let you harm yourself, you know that, right?' he said, still rocking you back and forth.
 'I'm sorry,' you said into his chest, barely a whisper.
 'You're so important to all of us,' he said as he glanced over to the boys. They all nodded and then Zayn looked back at you. 'We all love you so much... especially me.' You sat up off of Zayn's legs and wiped away your tears.
 'What?' you said, a little confused.
 'I love you so much, I always have,' he whispered moving his head towards you, but you moved back.
 'N-no,' you said, moving your head away from Zayn. He moved back in shock.
 'What?' he said, his eyes widening.
 'You just feel sorry for me, you don't really want me, I know you don't,' you whispered, the tears starting to roll down your face again. Zayn looked hurt.
 'No, it's not like that at all, I love you so much, I can't sleep, I can't eat, I can't do anything without you crossing my mind, it's always been you. You're the only one that I want,' he said and your heart started beating fast. All the other boys were still watching you and Zayn but you didn't dare look at them, your eyes stayed fixed on Zayn. 'I need you more than anything, so please, will you be my girlfriend?' Every emotion under the sun was rushing through your head. Of course you wanted to be Zayn's girlfriend, you wanted it more than anything, and he might want you too. But what if he didn't? What if the boys had just told him to go out with you so that you didn't harm yourself again? What if he was going to break up with you when you was strong again?
 'He's telling the truth you know?' Louis said. You looked over to him and you could tell that he had been crying. They all had. You didn't know that they cared about you that much. You slowly turned your head to look at Louis. 'He's not joking. He's felt like this for years, for the whole time we've known you, and we've known that you like him. We didn't mean for you to get that upset that you would try to end your life. We never, ever want that to happen, we love you too much,' he said as another tear escaped your eye.
 'It's not what you said Lou, I've just had so much going on lately I just felt like I didn't want to be here anymore,' you whispered, telling them the truth.
 'No,' Zayn whispered in a short breath as he pulled you into his chest. 'I'm not having you think that. Not now, not ever. You are far too important to me, you are to never harm yourself, do you hear me?' he whispered into your hair. You pulled your head of Zayn's chest and again looked up at Zayn.
 'I promise,' you told him.
 'Good,' he whispered as he lowered his lips to yours. You felt his moist lips meet yours and a smile swept across your face. You pulled back from him and your head fell to his chest. You turned to face the boys and they were all there, smiling at you and Zayn. Maybe they were right? You didn't really want to leave this world just yet. Especially since things with Zayn were finally coming together. Maybe you didn't have to end your life after all? Maybe, just maybe?

Thursday, 24 May 2012

Long Harry Imagine

#Imagine you had just been to netball practise and you was walking through the school, on your way home. Suddenly your phone that was in your pocket started vibrating like crazy. You took it out and saw your mum's name flashing on the screen. You clicked the green button and answered it.
 'Hiya, what's wrong?' you asked. Your mum never usually rang you, something had to be wrong. your heart started beating.
 'Hiya love, I, erm, I have to tell you something,' she said in a worrying tone. 'You might wanna sit down.' You looked around the corridor to find that there was no chair, so you just placed your bags down on the floor and sat on the floor with your back leant against the wall. You started to get really worried and you pulled your knees up to your chin and rested your head on them.
 'Mum? What's wrong?' you said as your voice broke. You heard her take a deep breath on the other end of the phone.
 'There's no easy way to say this,' she said, you could tell by her voice that she had been crying. 'Me and your dad are getting divorced....' There was a long silence as you felt your world come crashing down. Your mum and dad had always seemed happy, why were they getting divorced? You sat there on the floor as tears ran down your cheeks.
 'Why are you getting divorced?' you breathed after a while.
 'Because love, me and your dad haven't been happy for a long while. We just stayed together for you, we wanted what was best for you,' she told you, trying to comfort you. But it wasn't working, it was just making you wanting to cry more. You was the reason that they had stayed together, you felt like some unwanted child.
 'So where are you now then?' you asked her.
 'I'm, erm, I'm in a hotel in London, I'm gunna be staying here for a while, your dad's at home waiting for you,' she told me. She was all the way down in London, she'd not even bothered to come and see you before she'd moved down to London.
 'So that's it then, I don't even get to see you anymore,' you cried down the phone.
 'Love you can come and see me whenever you want, I just need a bit of time to settle in,' she told you.
 'Good to know,' you told her, suddenly regretting you had said it.
 'Well if that's what you think of me then maybe me and your dad should have broken up sooner!' she shouted down the phone before the line went dead. You put your phone down next to you and started weeping into your arms. You didn't want to go home just yet and face your dad, so you just sat there and cried for a little while, what seemed like forever. After a while you heard footsteps in the distance.
 'Hey? What's wrong?' you heard someone say as they came and sat next to you. You lifted your head up from your arms and tilted your head to see Harry sitting there looking at you with his big green eyes. You sat up and wiped away your tears with your sleeve, but it didn't make a difference as the tears wouldn't stop pouring out your cheeks.
 'Its-it's m-my mum,' you eventually stuttered out.
 'Babe come here,' he said putting his arms around you and pulling you into his chest. You put your arms around his back and you instantly felt better. Hugs from Harry always made you feel better. He pulled back from the hug and looked at you straight in the eyes.
 'Now calm down, and tell me what's happened,' he whispered as he ran his thumb under your eyes, trying to get rid of most your tears. You took a deep breath.
 'It's my mum and dad, they're, erm, they're getting a...' you couldn't even bare the thought of the word. 'A DIVORCE!!' you screamed as you began crying at the top of your lungs. Harry quickly pulled you into his chest again and his arms were wrapped tightly around your back. You could hear his loud heart beat through his flimsy school shirt. I suddenly felt a tingle shoot down my back and it made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. You stopped crying and pulled back from the hug. You looked him straight in the eyes as a tear ran down his cheek. You pulled your head back and looked at him confused.
 'Why are you crying?' you asked him as he shook his head.
 'I hate seeing you like this,' he whispered as you felt your cheeks turn a ready colour and your heart began beating harder.
 'Aww Harry,' you said, running your thumb along his cheek and brushing away his tears. He bit his lip and you looked down at his moist lips, wanting to kiss them really badly. You had always had a crush on Harry, you had never told anyone, but now seemed like such a good time.
 'Harry, erm,' you began. He looked at you with his green teary eyes and then looked down.
 'I have to tell you something,' he said, breaking you off from what you was about to say.
 'Okay,' you said, turning to face him and crossing your legs. Your legs were on the smooth lino floor.
 'I, erm, I,' he stuttered looking around the corridor. 'Come with me,' he said as he grabbed my wrist and pulled me into a small room on the other side of the corridor. You picked up your bags as Harry pulled you up of the floor and lead you into the room. You walked in and Harry closed the door behind him and then spun on his heels to face you. He took a big breath.
 'Okay, erm,' he said, still stuttering. You turned and walked towards a chair that was placed in the middle of the room and sat down on it. It was quite warm outside and the weather was draining the energy out of you, you needed to sit down. He followed you and knelt down in front of you, his hand resting on your arm. It felt nice. 'Okay, so, erm, there's no easy way to say this.' he said as you started to get really scared. What was he going on about? 'I'm just gunna show you,' he said as his green eyes glistened as the light shone through the window on the other side of the room. His head started moving towards yours and you suddenly froze. You didn't know what he was doing. All of a sudden his lips were pressed against yours and you felt his hands slide up your back. You flung your arms round his neck and he slowly stood up as you did the same. You kissed him for a while, but then he pulled back and looked at you.
 'I-I'm sorry, it's just I've loved you for so long, and it just got so much I just couldn't resist and,' his eyes started filling with tears and then you placed your hand on his chest.
 'You don't know how long, I've waited for you to do that,' you whispered as you placed your lips on his again. You felt a smile spread across his face as he took you up in his arms while you squealed with happiness. When you was with Harry, all them bad thoughts that had been going through your head just moments ago had now disappeared. Harry could make you feel better in an instant, and that is how you knew he was the one.