#Imagine you had just been on a date with Zayn. You was walking hand in hand back to your apartment, you had been to Nando's and you had just laughed the whole night. Zayn was amazing, he could make you laugh like no-one else. He was walking you back to your apartment, it was beginning to get cold. You only had your a dress on, and a gust of wind swept past you both. It sent a shiver down your back and made you shudder. Zayn looked at you and cocked his head to one side.
'Aww, are you cold babe?' he said, squeezing your hand tighter.
'A little,' you said, shrugging your shoulders. He let go of your hand and took a step back, he reached up around the back of his head and grabbed the soft material of his jumper. He had a Ralph Lauren t-shirt on underneath it, and he pulled his jumper over his head quickly. His t-shirt went up with it too revealing his toned abs, you couldn't help looking.
'Here you go,' he said, taking off the jumper and pulling down his t-shirt. You looked up from his abs at his face, and then smiled. You put your hand on his jumper and grabbed it.
'Thanks,' you whispered, pulling it over your head and moving it down to cover your body. You felt so much better, not only was you warmer, but you lifted up the material up to your face and it smelt just like Zayn. It made you smile. You walked all the way home, you was nearly back to your apartment. All the streets were empty, no cars, no people, no nothing. You were laughing and you just didn't want this night to end. You were just about to cross the street when suddenly Zayn grabbed your waist and pulled you in close. His nose was touching your and his eyes were fixed on yours. His face made it's way round to your ear and you could feel his warm breath tickling your ear.
'I love you so much,' he panted breathing deep. You moved your head back round to his face and placed your hand on the side of his face, moving your thumb up and down his cheek, feeling his smooth skin.
'I love you too,' you whisper as a smile shoots across Zayn's face. You kiss his lips softly, pulling back quickly. You smiled at him before pulling out of his embrace and walking across the road.
That's when it happened.
Suddenly you heard a mighty screech from behind you, you turned to see what it was. It was a car, hurtling towards you. It knocked you off your feet and sent you flying into the air. But after that, everything went dark.
You woke slowly, your eyes still closed together. You could feel the cold concrete on your back, and you could feel warm arms around your neck. You felt water dripping onto your cheeks. Everything was silent, except for constant sobs. Your eyes opened slowly and saw Zayn peering over you, with tears pouring out of his eyes.
'Zayn?' you said, hardly a whisper. Zayn sniffed up and peered down at you. You felt his arms tighten around you.
'It's okay, you're gonna be alright. Shhh, it's gonna be alright,' he whispered to you as he rocked you back and forth. You hurt all over your body, everywhere was bleeding. You lifted up your hand and blood was dripping off it, you looked up to Zayn and the tears began streaming down your face.
'Zayn, I can't feel my legs,' you said, suddenly feeling really scared. The tears began rolling down his face, he smiled down at you.
'Everything's gonna be alright, the ambulance is on it's way, everything will be fine,' he said, the tears falling down his face and dripping off his chin onto your cheeks. He began singing your favourite song, still rocking you back and forth.You looked down at his hand on the road. You reached over with your blood drenched hand and placed your hand over Zayn's. You looked up at him, your eyes filling with tears again. You suddenly felt the pain begin to fade away, and the darkness enveloped you.
Beep beep beep. You woke up to the sound of your heart monitor beeping away. You slowly opened your eyes and looked down at your body. No blood, just lots of wires. Every part of your body seemed to have a wire sticking out of it. You were laying in a hospital bed, and you could here all the nurses, talking and running around frantically. You scanned the room, and there he was. Fast asleep in the chair next to your bad, and he had his hand placed on top of yours. He was asleep so you didn't want to wake him up, and you was on so much medication to stop the pain, you probably wouldn't be able to talk to him. You just decided to go back to sleep for a while.
When you woke you heard more than one voice in the room, but you decided to keep your eyes shut for a little while, as you wanted to listen into the conversation.
'Dude you have to tell her. As soon as she wakes up, you have to!' came a broad Irish accent from the other side of the room. The rest of the boys were here.
'I can't, not yet. I promise I will, just not yet. Not after everything's just happened. She needs time to adjust first,' Zayn said, you could recognise his voice anywhere.
'Alright man, well, we'll let you go, see you later, give us a ring if she wakes up,' Louis said opening the rooms door.
'I will, thanks boys,' Zayn said, seeing them out of the door. He walked over to the bed and sat back down in his chair, taking hold of your hand. 'Tell me I'm doing the right thing? You don't want to marry me yet? I know your sleeping, but..' he took a big sigh. 'Do you?' He wasn't expecting an answer, as he thought you was still sleeping. You didn't know what to do, you wanted to pounce on him and scream at him how much you did want to marry him. You wanted it more than anything in the world. You tried to keep in your joy, but a bit let out. You squeezed his hand tight, and he let go off your hand and jumped up. He gasped loudly as a huge smile split onto your face and your eyes opened. He lent into you, not touching you, but your faces were near. 'I mean it, I want you to be my wife, so, what do you say? Will you marry me?' he whispered, tears brimming in his eyes again. You looked at his eyes and you saw your whole future, everything you ever needed.
'Zayn, there's only one answer to that, that's yes! I love you so much, more than you could ever imagine, of course it's a yes,' you whispered. He pressed his wet lips against yours and then looked back into your eyes.
'I love you too,' he whispered. You stayed there looking into each others eyes, you could feel yourself falling deep into his brown eyes, and you never wanted to stop, and you knew that you weren't now for a long time.
Wednesday, 9 May 2012
Monday, 7 May 2012
Long Harry Imagine
Harry's P.O.V
His name was Jake. He was my boyfriend. I don't know why I got so caught up over him, because if I was honest, he wasn't that nice looking.
It was a Saturday night and he came round to my house. He knocked on the door and I ran to answer it. I swung the door back and smiled at him.
'Hiya Jake,' I said, as he stormed into my house and stood in the kitchen.
'Your parents in?' he asked, chewing his gum vigorisly.
'N-No, they've gone out for the night,' you told him.
'Good,' he said, throwing himself onto you. His tongue was all over your face.
'Jake no,' you said, trying to push him off. He pushed you down onto the kitchen and layed onto the top of you. 'Jake! Stop it!' you screamed pushing him off of you. He ran to a drawer in your kitchen and pulled a knife out of it. He pointed it at you as your heart started beating like crazy.
'Now lay down, and stop complaining,' he whispered to you. You layed down as he moved back on top of you. You just stayed still and didn't move, you just wanted it to be over, before it had even started.
Harry's P.O.V
It was about ten o'clock at night when I got a knock on the door. Mum, Gemma and Robin had gone out, and I was all by myself. I opened the door and there she was, standing there. When I opened the door she suddenly burst into tears and ran and gave me a hug.
'Harry I'm so sorry,' she screamed over and over again. I stroked her hair and hugged her back.
'Why are you sorry?' I whispered. She pulled back from the hug and looked at me. She shut the door with her foot.
'I never should have left you. You were the best friend I ever had, I can't believe I just threw all that away,' she cried. This wasn't like her to suddenly just show up, something had to be wrong.
'Babe, what's wrong?' I said, walking towards her and looking deep into her eyes.
'Nothing,' she said, scratching her arm. It seemed to be hurting her. I grabbed it and rolled up her sleeve.
'No Harry! Don't!' she said as I rolled up her sleeve and discovered a huge red mark.
'What's happened? Who's done this to you?' I asked, getting really scared.
'Okay, I'll tell you,' she whispered as she walked over to the sofa and put her head in her hands. I followed her and sat down next to her.
'I got a knock on the door about an hour ago. It was Jake, you know Jake right?' she asked. How did I not know Jake, they were like the David and Victoria of our High School. But she could do so much better than him, he was ugly and had a history of hitting girls, and she is just the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. I nodded and carried on listening to her story. 'Well he, erm, he came round and...' she started crying into her hands. I moved closer to her and put my arms around her.
'Shhh, it's alright. You don't have to tell me, shhh,' I whispered, rocking her back and forth in my arms trying to comfort her. It wasn't working very well though.
'No, I can do this,' she said, wiping her tears and sitting up on the sofa. She sat crossed legged facing me and I did the same, and our faces were almost touching. She was in so much pain and I hated seeing her like this. I needed to know what was wrong if it killed me.
'Okay, so he came round, and what did he do? Did he do this to you?' I asked, suddenly realising that, that could've been the case. She sucked in her lips as the tears began streaming down her cheeks once again, she nodded vigoursly. 'Did he hit you?' She shook her head and looked down at the sofa. 'Did-' I took a big breath as I couldn't believe I was about to say this. 'Did he rape you?' Tears began rolling down my cheeks, I just couldn't bare seeing her like this. She nodded at me, and then moved her knees up to her face and hugged her legs. She began crying so loud and I just moved next to her and hugged her so tightly, I was so furious at Jake. How could he have done this to her? If I had her, I would never let her go. I just wanted to go round and knock the shit out of him. I stayed sat there though, rocking back and forth trying to stop her from crying. But it wasn't really working, because I was crying as well.
After hours and hours of endless crying, she sat back and looked at me.
'I, erm, I better go home,' she whispered, as she stood up and walked to the door. She placed a wet kiss on my cheek and it sent a tingle down my spine. She opened the door and then walked out, before turning around in the doorframe. 'Bye Harry,' she whispered.
'Bye,' I whispered as I waved to her. I didn't know what to do, I so wanted to kill Jake. I knew where abouts he lived, I think. I needed to see him, and cause him some pain. I couldn't just sit back and watch her like this. I didn't even pick anything up, I just walked out the door, not even locking it behind me. I walked in the pouring rain to his house and knocked hard on his front door. There was no answer so I knocked again, an then the door opened.
'Harry? What are you doing here?' There he was. Just the sight of him made me feel sick. I just lept on him. making him fall to the ground and started punching him in the face. About 5 times in the face, and then I stood up.
'Leave her alone!' I screamed at him.
'Who?' He said, sitting up and looking up at me. I knelt down to his angle and looked at him deep in the eyes.
'I mean it, you leave her alone. Or you'll get a lot more than a few punches,' I said right in his face. I stood up and walked out, closing the door behind me. I felt so much better, and the fact that I had hit Jake, and I hadn't been hit once felt so much better. He wouldn't bother her again, I knew how much them punches hurt him. I could see the tears in his eyes. And if he did ever touch her again, I don't know what I would do.
I walked to her house, I needed to tell her she was safe. I walked up the drive and knocked on the door. She answered and she was standing there in her pyjamas.
'Harry? What are you doing here?' she asked.
'I, erm, I have to tell you something,' I told her, my voice really shaky. She opened the door further and let me in, I walked over to her sofa. She shut the door and then followed me to the sofa. She sat down next to me and looked at me. 'I, erm, I've just been round to Jake's house,' I began, and as I said it, her face dropped.
'What did you do to him?' she whispered.
'Well I hit him! I wasn't just going to sit there while you was in all this pain!' I screamed.
'Harry..' she said, standing up and flinging her arms around my neck. Her hair was covering my face, it smelt amazing. My hands fell around her waist. 'You didn't have to do that. When he left, he text me and told me he was sorry,' she said, smiling. SMILING! As if she was happy about what had just happened.
'Oh so that makes it all okay then? He can just say sorry and you go crawling back to him!' I screamed at her jumping back from the hug, I was so mad at her. How could she be so stupid?
'Harry? I aren't going back to him, I'm never going back to him,' she said, taking a step towards me. 'I told him to go crawl into a hole and die. I never wanna see him again. Plus, I'm in love with someone else,' she said, looking down at the floor. I felt like my heart had just been broken into millions of pieces. After all this time, she still didn't love me.
'Oh, who is it?' I asked trying not to sound sad. She took another step closer to me and leaned into me. Her lips met mine and she kissed me hard. She pulled back and bit her lip.
'It's you,' she told me. I felt a huge smile spread across my face. I was so happy. I picked her up by her waist and span her round as she squealed in relief. Relief from the stupid sleezeball that she used to call her boyfriend. But I had to be careful with her, I could never hurt her. Not that I would anyway, but she was extra fragile after the 'Jake incident'. But I was never going to hurt her anyway, she was my everything. My world. Me.
I'd known her since we were born. We had grown up together. We'd been
through everything together. She was my best friend, she always had been, she
always will be. We were in high school when it all began to change. We got put
into different forms, and we hardly ever saw each other. We met up at break
times and lunch times, we saw each other out of school as well. But soon, she
began to change.
One day, I was sitting in the canteen waiting for her. She walked through the door, her hair swinging over her shoulders. She shot me a smile which made me tingle all over. I'd always had some sort of feelings for her. I felt because I was a few months older than her, I had to look after her. She walked over to the table, and sat down looking at me.
'Hi Harry,' she said.
'Hey, you alright?' I asked.
'Yeah, erm, so have you made any new friends here yet?' she asked, looking down at the table and drawing an invisible pattern with her elegent fingers.
'No not really, there's a few guys in my form that are alright,' I told her. 'Why have you made any?' I asked, starting to eat my ham sandwich.
'Well, erm, yeah I kind of have,' she told me as I carried on eating my sandwich. 'And they have asked me if I want to hang with them today. So, would it be alright if I sat with them, today?' I finished my mouthful of sandwich and nodded.
'Of course, hang with whoever you want,' I said, trying not to sound bothered. But I was. I didn't want her to leave, I wanted her to stay here with me, so that I could look at her, and just be overwhelmed by how beautiful she actually was.
'Great,' she said, smacking her fist on the table and swinging her legs around to the side of the chair. 'I'll meet you after school by the exit?' she said, standing up and standing behind the chair.
'Yeah,' I nodded.
'Okay, bye Harry.'
'Bye.' She didn't meet me after school, she walked home with her 'new friends'. And that was what it was like every other day for the rest of high school. I just accepted the fact that she had gone, and I was kind of fine with it. But then, she got a boyfriend.
One day, I was sitting in the canteen waiting for her. She walked through the door, her hair swinging over her shoulders. She shot me a smile which made me tingle all over. I'd always had some sort of feelings for her. I felt because I was a few months older than her, I had to look after her. She walked over to the table, and sat down looking at me.
'Hi Harry,' she said.
'Hey, you alright?' I asked.
'Yeah, erm, so have you made any new friends here yet?' she asked, looking down at the table and drawing an invisible pattern with her elegent fingers.
'No not really, there's a few guys in my form that are alright,' I told her. 'Why have you made any?' I asked, starting to eat my ham sandwich.
'Well, erm, yeah I kind of have,' she told me as I carried on eating my sandwich. 'And they have asked me if I want to hang with them today. So, would it be alright if I sat with them, today?' I finished my mouthful of sandwich and nodded.
'Of course, hang with whoever you want,' I said, trying not to sound bothered. But I was. I didn't want her to leave, I wanted her to stay here with me, so that I could look at her, and just be overwhelmed by how beautiful she actually was.
'Great,' she said, smacking her fist on the table and swinging her legs around to the side of the chair. 'I'll meet you after school by the exit?' she said, standing up and standing behind the chair.
'Yeah,' I nodded.
'Okay, bye Harry.'
'Bye.' She didn't meet me after school, she walked home with her 'new friends'. And that was what it was like every other day for the rest of high school. I just accepted the fact that she had gone, and I was kind of fine with it. But then, she got a boyfriend.
Your P.O.V.
His name was Jake. He was my boyfriend. I don't know why I got so caught up over him, because if I was honest, he wasn't that nice looking.
It was a Saturday night and he came round to my house. He knocked on the door and I ran to answer it. I swung the door back and smiled at him.
'Hiya Jake,' I said, as he stormed into my house and stood in the kitchen.
'Your parents in?' he asked, chewing his gum vigorisly.
'N-No, they've gone out for the night,' you told him.
'Good,' he said, throwing himself onto you. His tongue was all over your face.
'Jake no,' you said, trying to push him off. He pushed you down onto the kitchen and layed onto the top of you. 'Jake! Stop it!' you screamed pushing him off of you. He ran to a drawer in your kitchen and pulled a knife out of it. He pointed it at you as your heart started beating like crazy.
'Now lay down, and stop complaining,' he whispered to you. You layed down as he moved back on top of you. You just stayed still and didn't move, you just wanted it to be over, before it had even started.
Harry's P.O.V
It was about ten o'clock at night when I got a knock on the door. Mum, Gemma and Robin had gone out, and I was all by myself. I opened the door and there she was, standing there. When I opened the door she suddenly burst into tears and ran and gave me a hug.
'Harry I'm so sorry,' she screamed over and over again. I stroked her hair and hugged her back.
'Why are you sorry?' I whispered. She pulled back from the hug and looked at me. She shut the door with her foot.
'I never should have left you. You were the best friend I ever had, I can't believe I just threw all that away,' she cried. This wasn't like her to suddenly just show up, something had to be wrong.
'Babe, what's wrong?' I said, walking towards her and looking deep into her eyes.
'Nothing,' she said, scratching her arm. It seemed to be hurting her. I grabbed it and rolled up her sleeve.
'No Harry! Don't!' she said as I rolled up her sleeve and discovered a huge red mark.
'What's happened? Who's done this to you?' I asked, getting really scared.
'Okay, I'll tell you,' she whispered as she walked over to the sofa and put her head in her hands. I followed her and sat down next to her.
'I got a knock on the door about an hour ago. It was Jake, you know Jake right?' she asked. How did I not know Jake, they were like the David and Victoria of our High School. But she could do so much better than him, he was ugly and had a history of hitting girls, and she is just the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. I nodded and carried on listening to her story. 'Well he, erm, he came round and...' she started crying into her hands. I moved closer to her and put my arms around her.
'Shhh, it's alright. You don't have to tell me, shhh,' I whispered, rocking her back and forth in my arms trying to comfort her. It wasn't working very well though.
'No, I can do this,' she said, wiping her tears and sitting up on the sofa. She sat crossed legged facing me and I did the same, and our faces were almost touching. She was in so much pain and I hated seeing her like this. I needed to know what was wrong if it killed me.
'Okay, so he came round, and what did he do? Did he do this to you?' I asked, suddenly realising that, that could've been the case. She sucked in her lips as the tears began streaming down her cheeks once again, she nodded vigoursly. 'Did he hit you?' She shook her head and looked down at the sofa. 'Did-' I took a big breath as I couldn't believe I was about to say this. 'Did he rape you?' Tears began rolling down my cheeks, I just couldn't bare seeing her like this. She nodded at me, and then moved her knees up to her face and hugged her legs. She began crying so loud and I just moved next to her and hugged her so tightly, I was so furious at Jake. How could he have done this to her? If I had her, I would never let her go. I just wanted to go round and knock the shit out of him. I stayed sat there though, rocking back and forth trying to stop her from crying. But it wasn't really working, because I was crying as well.
After hours and hours of endless crying, she sat back and looked at me.
'I, erm, I better go home,' she whispered, as she stood up and walked to the door. She placed a wet kiss on my cheek and it sent a tingle down my spine. She opened the door and then walked out, before turning around in the doorframe. 'Bye Harry,' she whispered.
'Bye,' I whispered as I waved to her. I didn't know what to do, I so wanted to kill Jake. I knew where abouts he lived, I think. I needed to see him, and cause him some pain. I couldn't just sit back and watch her like this. I didn't even pick anything up, I just walked out the door, not even locking it behind me. I walked in the pouring rain to his house and knocked hard on his front door. There was no answer so I knocked again, an then the door opened.
'Harry? What are you doing here?' There he was. Just the sight of him made me feel sick. I just lept on him. making him fall to the ground and started punching him in the face. About 5 times in the face, and then I stood up.
'Leave her alone!' I screamed at him.
'Who?' He said, sitting up and looking up at me. I knelt down to his angle and looked at him deep in the eyes.
'I mean it, you leave her alone. Or you'll get a lot more than a few punches,' I said right in his face. I stood up and walked out, closing the door behind me. I felt so much better, and the fact that I had hit Jake, and I hadn't been hit once felt so much better. He wouldn't bother her again, I knew how much them punches hurt him. I could see the tears in his eyes. And if he did ever touch her again, I don't know what I would do.
I walked to her house, I needed to tell her she was safe. I walked up the drive and knocked on the door. She answered and she was standing there in her pyjamas.
'Harry? What are you doing here?' she asked.
'I, erm, I have to tell you something,' I told her, my voice really shaky. She opened the door further and let me in, I walked over to her sofa. She shut the door and then followed me to the sofa. She sat down next to me and looked at me. 'I, erm, I've just been round to Jake's house,' I began, and as I said it, her face dropped.
'What did you do to him?' she whispered.
'Well I hit him! I wasn't just going to sit there while you was in all this pain!' I screamed.
'Harry..' she said, standing up and flinging her arms around my neck. Her hair was covering my face, it smelt amazing. My hands fell around her waist. 'You didn't have to do that. When he left, he text me and told me he was sorry,' she said, smiling. SMILING! As if she was happy about what had just happened.
'Oh so that makes it all okay then? He can just say sorry and you go crawling back to him!' I screamed at her jumping back from the hug, I was so mad at her. How could she be so stupid?
'Harry? I aren't going back to him, I'm never going back to him,' she said, taking a step towards me. 'I told him to go crawl into a hole and die. I never wanna see him again. Plus, I'm in love with someone else,' she said, looking down at the floor. I felt like my heart had just been broken into millions of pieces. After all this time, she still didn't love me.
'Oh, who is it?' I asked trying not to sound sad. She took another step closer to me and leaned into me. Her lips met mine and she kissed me hard. She pulled back and bit her lip.
'It's you,' she told me. I felt a huge smile spread across my face. I was so happy. I picked her up by her waist and span her round as she squealed in relief. Relief from the stupid sleezeball that she used to call her boyfriend. But I had to be careful with her, I could never hurt her. Not that I would anyway, but she was extra fragile after the 'Jake incident'. But I was never going to hurt her anyway, she was my everything. My world. Me.
Sunday, 6 May 2012
Long Niall Imagine
#Imagine you had come home from a busy day shopping with your best friend.
You had bought loads of things, clothes, makeup etc. You walked into your
apartment and closed the door behind you with your foot because you had no arms
free to close it with. You put all the bags down on the sofa and started to
take things out of them. You looked over to the little coffee table in the
middle of the room and discovered a little box in the middle of it. You walked
over to the table and picked it up; it was a DVD case. You opened it and saw
that there was a blank DVD in there. You took it out of the box and opened the
DVD player. You put in the DVD and turned on the T.V. You took the remote that
was sitting on the sofa and turned up the volume.
It was your living room, everything was still and then suddenly Niall walked on to the screen. He sat down on the sofa and looked at the camera. He took a big breath.
'Hiya, I, erm, I couldn't say this to your face, so I, erm, I made this DVD to say it,' he began. He scratched the back of his head with his hand which made his hair go all fluffed up. 'I've been telling the boys this for a long time, and I thought now was the right time to tell you.' You began to get really worried and every thought began racing through your head. Was there something wrong with Niall? Was he moving away? Was he leaving the band? You carried on watching as all the bad thoughts went through your head.
'I, erm, I think I've fallen for you,' he said, looking down at the floor. 'I, just everytime you look at me, everytime you say my name, it just makes me tingle.' You had no idea that Niall felt like this, but there had always been something special between you and Niall. Whenvever you needed him, he'd always been there. Whenever something was wrong, he was always the first to listen. Now that you though about it, you had fallen for Niall too. You just hadn't realised it until now. 'But it doens't matter, because I know that nothing can happen between us, you don't feel the same, and I don't want to ruin our friendship. So I'm going away for a while now and when I come back, whenever that might be, hopefully my feelings will have gone and we can be friends, so this is goodbye. But only for now, I'll be back,' he said, walking over to the camera and turning it off. You didn't want Niall to leave! You wanted him to stay more than anything in the world. You ran out of your apartment door and ran to Niall's as fast as you could.
You ran at the door and banged your fist against the wood.
'Niall! Don't go, Niall! I love you too, please don't leave me!' you screamed through the door. You turned around and leant against the door, sliding down it so that you was sitting on the floor. You hugged your knees and cried, you cried the most you ever had done in your whole life. You couldn't believe that you had drove Niall away. It was all your fault that he had left, if only you had come back sooner, and maybe you would've caught Niall and been able to tell him how much you actually loved him.
It was your living room, everything was still and then suddenly Niall walked on to the screen. He sat down on the sofa and looked at the camera. He took a big breath.
'Hiya, I, erm, I couldn't say this to your face, so I, erm, I made this DVD to say it,' he began. He scratched the back of his head with his hand which made his hair go all fluffed up. 'I've been telling the boys this for a long time, and I thought now was the right time to tell you.' You began to get really worried and every thought began racing through your head. Was there something wrong with Niall? Was he moving away? Was he leaving the band? You carried on watching as all the bad thoughts went through your head.
'I, erm, I think I've fallen for you,' he said, looking down at the floor. 'I, just everytime you look at me, everytime you say my name, it just makes me tingle.' You had no idea that Niall felt like this, but there had always been something special between you and Niall. Whenvever you needed him, he'd always been there. Whenever something was wrong, he was always the first to listen. Now that you though about it, you had fallen for Niall too. You just hadn't realised it until now. 'But it doens't matter, because I know that nothing can happen between us, you don't feel the same, and I don't want to ruin our friendship. So I'm going away for a while now and when I come back, whenever that might be, hopefully my feelings will have gone and we can be friends, so this is goodbye. But only for now, I'll be back,' he said, walking over to the camera and turning it off. You didn't want Niall to leave! You wanted him to stay more than anything in the world. You ran out of your apartment door and ran to Niall's as fast as you could.
You ran at the door and banged your fist against the wood.
'Niall! Don't go, Niall! I love you too, please don't leave me!' you screamed through the door. You turned around and leant against the door, sliding down it so that you was sitting on the floor. You hugged your knees and cried, you cried the most you ever had done in your whole life. You couldn't believe that you had drove Niall away. It was all your fault that he had left, if only you had come back sooner, and maybe you would've caught Niall and been able to tell him how much you actually loved him.
You cried for hours, so mad at yourself. You must have fallen asleep at his
door because you woke up layed at the foot on Niall's door. Your face was wet with all the tears, you sat
up. As you did you felt someone sitting next to you, but because it was so
dark, you couldn't who it was. You looked at them and they looked at you.
'N-Niall?' you said, wiping away your tears.
'I know you don't feel the same, so there's no point in you staying to tell me not to go,' he began, his voice really shaky. 'Because I've already booked a plane ticket to Ireland for tommorow morning. I'm gunna go, just so that when we get back we can be friends.'
'But Niall I don't wanna be friends,' you told him, shaking your head at him.
'Well, I can understand why. Things are gunna be so awkward between us now,' he said, his voice beginning to break. You moved and sat in front of him, moving his hands away that were covering his face that were trying to cover his teary face. You moved in and kissed his soft lips. You could feel him smiling in the dark, and when you pulled back you felt his hand on your back. He pulled you in and hugged you.
'Please don't leave me Niall, I love you so much, please don't go,' you told him, your voice breaking as the tears began rolling down your cheeks again. He sighed.
'I won't, as long as you promise not to leave me,' he said, hugging you tighter.
'I promise.'
'N-Niall?' you said, wiping away your tears.
'I know you don't feel the same, so there's no point in you staying to tell me not to go,' he began, his voice really shaky. 'Because I've already booked a plane ticket to Ireland for tommorow morning. I'm gunna go, just so that when we get back we can be friends.'
'But Niall I don't wanna be friends,' you told him, shaking your head at him.
'Well, I can understand why. Things are gunna be so awkward between us now,' he said, his voice beginning to break. You moved and sat in front of him, moving his hands away that were covering his face that were trying to cover his teary face. You moved in and kissed his soft lips. You could feel him smiling in the dark, and when you pulled back you felt his hand on your back. He pulled you in and hugged you.
'Please don't leave me Niall, I love you so much, please don't go,' you told him, your voice breaking as the tears began rolling down your cheeks again. He sighed.
'I won't, as long as you promise not to leave me,' he said, hugging you tighter.
'I promise.'
Long Liam Imagine
#Imagine you and all the boys had gone out on a night out around London.
You had been to loads of clubs, and each one you'd had loads of drinks. All the
boys were wasted, you were quite dunk but you was no where near as drunk as the
boys, Liam was still sober though. You had gone to a new club, and Liam was
currently at the bar, getting everyone their drinks. You and all the boys were
just sitting around a table, waiting for Liam to come back. When he came back
he placed them all down on the table and took a step back.
'Yahh!' Niall cheered, as he began to gulp down his pint of beer. You all laughed at him and sat back in your chairs. You all sat there talking and laughing as none of the boys were really making any sense due to the amount of alcohol they'd had.
'Well, I'm off to mingle,' Zayn shouted over the music as he stood up and turned to talk away.
'Aha, have fun!' Liam shouted after him. Louis stood up, gulping down his beer. He took one massive last gulp and banged the glass down on the table.
'Wait up Zayn!' he shouted, running after him. You turned to look at Niall, Liam and Harry, who you were expecting they wanted to go 'mingle' as well.
'What about you guys? Don't you wanna go too?' you asked.
'Oh why? Don't you want us here?' Harry joked.
'Yeah! But I thought you'd have wanted to go meet someone?' you shouted trying to make your self heard over the loud music.
'Yeah, come on Niall, it sounds like a good idea,' he said, lightly hitting Niall on the back in encouragement. Niall finished off his pint in what must have been a record time and stood up. Harry walked off, followed by Niall. You looked at Liam who was already staring at you. But when you looked at him, he blushed and looked away.
'What about you, eh? Don't you wanna go too?' you asked, rubbing your hand on his knee. He looked down at your hand and then up at you. 'Oh, sorry,' you said, taking your hand away.
'No, it's fine,' he said. 'I don't really want to go. And anyway, someone has to stay with you.'
'Aha, well if you say so,' you said, picking up your drink off the table and taking a sip of it. Suddenly, Beyonce's song Halo, which was your favourite song, came on the speakers and your eyes lit up. You placed your drink down on the table.
'Oh, Liam come dance!' you shouted, standing up and grabbing his hand. He pulled it back and shook his head.
'No, I... erm,' he said. Why didn't he want to dance? You moved closer to him so that your noses were nearly touching.
'You're coming to dance Liam,' you told him. He stood up and followed you to the dance floor, your hand still in his. You turned around to him and stood nearer to him. He put his hands on your waist, and you placed your arms around his neck. You were staring into each other's eyes, a huge smile on your face. All of a sudden, you got goosebumps all over your body and your heart started beating really fast. It was only Liam, why was you suddenly feeling this way? He began singing the words to you, which made you smile even more as it was your favourite song.
'Yahh!' Niall cheered, as he began to gulp down his pint of beer. You all laughed at him and sat back in your chairs. You all sat there talking and laughing as none of the boys were really making any sense due to the amount of alcohol they'd had.
'Well, I'm off to mingle,' Zayn shouted over the music as he stood up and turned to talk away.
'Aha, have fun!' Liam shouted after him. Louis stood up, gulping down his beer. He took one massive last gulp and banged the glass down on the table.
'Wait up Zayn!' he shouted, running after him. You turned to look at Niall, Liam and Harry, who you were expecting they wanted to go 'mingle' as well.
'What about you guys? Don't you wanna go too?' you asked.
'Oh why? Don't you want us here?' Harry joked.
'Yeah! But I thought you'd have wanted to go meet someone?' you shouted trying to make your self heard over the loud music.
'Yeah, come on Niall, it sounds like a good idea,' he said, lightly hitting Niall on the back in encouragement. Niall finished off his pint in what must have been a record time and stood up. Harry walked off, followed by Niall. You looked at Liam who was already staring at you. But when you looked at him, he blushed and looked away.
'What about you, eh? Don't you wanna go too?' you asked, rubbing your hand on his knee. He looked down at your hand and then up at you. 'Oh, sorry,' you said, taking your hand away.
'No, it's fine,' he said. 'I don't really want to go. And anyway, someone has to stay with you.'
'Aha, well if you say so,' you said, picking up your drink off the table and taking a sip of it. Suddenly, Beyonce's song Halo, which was your favourite song, came on the speakers and your eyes lit up. You placed your drink down on the table.
'Oh, Liam come dance!' you shouted, standing up and grabbing his hand. He pulled it back and shook his head.
'No, I... erm,' he said. Why didn't he want to dance? You moved closer to him so that your noses were nearly touching.
'You're coming to dance Liam,' you told him. He stood up and followed you to the dance floor, your hand still in his. You turned around to him and stood nearer to him. He put his hands on your waist, and you placed your arms around his neck. You were staring into each other's eyes, a huge smile on your face. All of a sudden, you got goosebumps all over your body and your heart started beating really fast. It was only Liam, why was you suddenly feeling this way? He began singing the words to you, which made you smile even more as it was your favourite song.
Everywhere I'm looking now, I'm surrounded by your embrace, Baby I can see
your halo..
You looked down at the floor and bit your lip, slowing moving together with
the music. Liam put two of his shaky fingers under your chin. He lifted your
chin up and moved his face nearer yours. His lips puckered and moved closer to
yours. You moved your head nearer to his and your lips met. You felt Liam's
tongue enter your mouth. You stood there with your arms around his neck, full
on kissing. It felt amazing. You hadn't seen this side to Liam before, you
could literally feel yourself falling for him. He pulled back from the kiss and
looked deep into your eyes. You smiled and bit your lip, he did the same.
'I've been wanting to do that for so long,' he said, his head falling against yours so that your noses were touching.
'Well, I'm glad you did,' you said, leaning in again and kissing him. He pulled back and said,
'So, will you be my girlfriend?'
'Of course I will.'
'I've been wanting to do that for so long,' he said, his head falling against yours so that your noses were touching.
'Well, I'm glad you did,' you said, leaning in again and kissing him. He pulled back and said,
'So, will you be my girlfriend?'
'Of course I will.'
Thursday, 3 May 2012
Long Louis Imagine
#Imagine you came home from a hectic day at work. You life had been rubbish these last few weeks, you began to feel like you didn't want to be here anymore. A few weeks ago, you had broken up with your boyfriend, Louis, because things just weren't going anywhere. Well, that's what he said, but you had never loved anyone as much as you loved Louis. You knew that Louis had moved on, he had already had a girlfriend, but things didn't really work out well for them. Ever since he left, every single day you have cried about how much you missed him. You opened your apartment and walked in, closing the door behind you. You threw your bag down on the table, and walked over to the sofa. You fell down on top of it and layed there for a while, trying to keep back the tears. You layed there, with your hands on your chest, looking up at the ceiling. You felt so alone, like no-one was there for you anymore. You grabbed your keys and walked out of the door, locking the door behind you. You just walked, and walked. You didn't know where you was going. You just wanted to walk, you felt that if you walked far enough, you might be able to escape all your troubles. You just kept on walking, despite the fact that it was now dark, and you was probably miles away from your apartment. You turned down a little walkway and walked down it. You was sure that it was the right way back to your apartment, it looked quite familiar. You kept on walking down this little walkway, hoping that it would soon become all clear where you was.
Suddenly, you felt someones hand around your wrist and you quickly turned around and gasped. There was a man standing there, with a big black padded coat on and a low hat on, covering his eyes.
'Hiya gorgeous, what's your name?' he said, taking a step closer to you. You could smell the whisky and the cigarettes on his breath. You took a step backwards and tried to wriggle out his grasp, but he was holding your wrist too tight.
'Can you let go of me please?' you whispered, scared of what he was going to do next as he pulled you in closer to him.
'No, I want to get to know you,' he said in a welcoming voice, but he defiantly wasn't welcoming. 'Now, what's your name?' He unwrapped his coat and reached into a pocket on the inside of his coat. He brought out of his pocket a carving knife. Your heart began racing and your eyes widened. He took a step nearer you as you took a step back.
'Ahh!' you screamed. He grabbed your hair and pulled you in close to him. Your head was leaning to the side because he had a big chunk of it, and had a hard grip on it.
'Oh don't scream baby girl, I aren't gunna hurt you,' he whispered into your ear. Just the sound of him calling you 'baby girl' made your toes curl. There was houses at each side of the walkway, you just hoped that someone would look out there window soon and see this thug on you. But you still couldn't why this place was so familiar? He was breathing heavy into your ear and then he let go of your hair and you jumped your head back so that it was straight again. He took yet another step closer to you, placing the knife next to your waist. You just froze, you was too scared to move. You didn't breathe, you didn't think. You just stood there, too scared to even imagine what was going to happen next. He moved the knife up towards your shoulders, you still too afraid to move.
'Hey?' came a familiar voice from behind this man. He quickly turned around to see who it was. You looked over his shoulder and there was Louis. That's why it had seemed so familiar! This was Stan's street and you and Louis had come here last Summer for his house party. The man turned away from you and faced Louis, making sure that Louis could see the knife. Louis' eyes widened and you saw him gulp.
'Yes?' the man said, walking towards Louis and leaning his head nearer at him.
'L-leave her alone,' Louis whispered, trying to look hard, but it wasn't working very hard as his fingers were shaking and you could see his forehead beginning to sweat.
'Yeah? You want me to leave your little girlfriend alone?' he said, turning around and looking back at you. He grabbed your head and pulled it towards him and dropping the knife on the pavement. He pulled you in and kissed you hard on the lips, his tongue going everywhere. It was horrible. You just pressed your lips together, refusing to open them, and waited for it to be over. The man pulled back and looked down at the floor where he had dropped the knife. But it wasn't there. You looked down as well. And then you both looked at Louis; who had the knife in his shaky hands.
'You touch her again, and you won't know what happened to you,' he said, his voice shaky. The man walked towards him and looked at him.
'You're pathetic, you know that? Anyway, you can have the nun, she doesn't put out anyway,' the man said beginning to walk off. That was it. It was all over. Louis looked at you and gave a mischievous smile.
'You know what?' he said as he grabbed the fist of the man and pulled him back round so that he was facing Louis. Louis was just a bit shorter, but it didn't matter. Louis swung his fist around at the man and whacked him right across the face.
'Lou! No!' you screamed. Not because you didn't want the man to be hurt. That was the thing that you wanted most right now. But you knew that the man would hit, if not worse, Louis. The man fell to the floor making a pool of blood on the grey concrete that was pouring out of his nose. He stood up and knocked the knife out of Louis' hand, which was now covered in blood. The man ran to the knife and picked it up. He turned and pointed it at Louis. He ran at him and then stopped inches away from him.
'You're welcome,' he said.
'For what?' Louis said, looking confused.
'For this,' he whispered before sticking the knife deep into Louis' leg. Louis screamed out in pain and then fell to the floor. The man pulled the knife out of Louis leg and ran away. You ran to Louis and knelt down beside him.
'Quick, my phone's in my pocket,' he shouted. You pulled out his phone and rang the ambulance. You put the phone down and placed the phone down on the road.
'They'll be here soon Louis, don't worry,' you told him, trying to be reassuring. You hugged him tightly and lent his back across your legs so that he was sitting up right. You stroked his hair and made shushing noises. He looked at you with tears rolling down his face.
'It's gunna be fine. You've got nothing to worry about,' you told him.
'Promise,' he said, his voice shaky.
'I promise,' you told him. It seemed to take forever for the ambulance to come. You kept talking to Louis, not wanting him to fall asleep. 'Look Louis, the ambulance is here now, every thing's going to be fine. It's going to be alright,' you said as the ambulance whizzed round the corner. The doctors took Louis up into the ambulance on a stretcher and asked you if you wanted to go. You knew that Louis wouldn't want you there, but he wouldn't have had anyone if you hadn't gone with him. You felt like you needed to. For Louis. The drive to the hospital was long. Louis layed there on the stretcher, his body almost lifeless. His hand was leaning over the side of the bed and you took hold of it without thinking. You wrapped your fingers around his sweaty palm and rested your hand there. You felt his fingers grip around yours. His head rolled over and looked at your hands that were clasped together. Then he looked at you. His eyes were filled with tears and then he mouthed, 'I love you'. You was so overwhelmed and then you mouthed back, 'I love you too.' A smile spread over his sodden face.
You was sitting in the waiting room when a nurse walked in. She called out your name and glanced around at all the other people in the waiting room. You stood up and walked over to her.
'That's me,' you told her. She smiled sweetly at you.
'I'm sure you'll be happy to know that Louis is making an amazing recovery. The wound wasn't that deep and just needed to be sewn up. He should be able to leave within a few days,' she told you. You were so over the moon. You didn't know what to do. You flung your arms around the nurses neck and hugged her tightly.
'Thank you,' you whispered into her ear.
'Aha, it's quite alright,' she said before giving you a stern look. 'He's up for seeing people if you want to see him.'
'Oh, I don't know if that would be such a good idea,' you told her. Louis had been quite high on medication when he was in the ambulance. He probably didn't even remember telling you those things.
'Well, he requested to see you,' she told you.
'Me? Are you sure it was me?' you told her confusingly.
'Yes, it was defiantly you he wanted,' she said before turning around and walking towards the door. When she got to the door she turned around to look at you. 'Well, come on then.'
You followed her down long corridors and up lots of stair cases. You were going over things in your head. Had Louis remember holding your hand in the ambulance? Or did he just want to talk? You eventually got to Louis' room and the nurse opened the door. She let you in and stood in the doorway. There was Louis, looking more beautiful than ever. He smiled sheepishly at you, and you did the same back.
'I'll just leave you too alone,' the nurse said before walking out. You walked over to Louis and tears began rolling down your face. You sat down in the chair next to his bed.
'Lou, I'm so sorry. This is all my fault, I should never have gone out by myself. I should never have gone down that walkway. I shouldn't have. I'm so sorry,' you cried to him. He didn't look bothered at all.
'Don't be sorry,' he said. You looked at him, confused. What was he talking about? Was he still high on medication. 'Don't be sorry for any of it.'
'But why not? It's my fault that you got stabbed in the leg,' you wept.
'Yes, but none of that stuff had happened, I wouldn't have been able to say them things to you that I had wanted to say fro such a long time,' he said all in one breath. So he did remember! You was so over the moon.
'Wha-' you began.
'Will you please be my girlfriend again?' he asked, interrupting you. You were doing flips inside, of course you wanted to be Louis' girlfriend again.
'Y-yes,' you hesitated, standing up and throwing your arms around his neck, trying not to touch his leg as it was still sore. You pulled back and looked in his eyes. You ran your eyes through his ruffled hair, you moved in to kiss him and his head moved nearer yours. His lips met yours and your hands fell through his hair. 'See.'
'What?' Louis said pulling back from the kiss.
'I told you everything would be alright,' you told him.
'Aha, that's right. You promised,' he said, laughing.
'I promised.'
Suddenly, you felt someones hand around your wrist and you quickly turned around and gasped. There was a man standing there, with a big black padded coat on and a low hat on, covering his eyes.
'Hiya gorgeous, what's your name?' he said, taking a step closer to you. You could smell the whisky and the cigarettes on his breath. You took a step backwards and tried to wriggle out his grasp, but he was holding your wrist too tight.
'Can you let go of me please?' you whispered, scared of what he was going to do next as he pulled you in closer to him.
'No, I want to get to know you,' he said in a welcoming voice, but he defiantly wasn't welcoming. 'Now, what's your name?' He unwrapped his coat and reached into a pocket on the inside of his coat. He brought out of his pocket a carving knife. Your heart began racing and your eyes widened. He took a step nearer you as you took a step back.
'Ahh!' you screamed. He grabbed your hair and pulled you in close to him. Your head was leaning to the side because he had a big chunk of it, and had a hard grip on it.
'Oh don't scream baby girl, I aren't gunna hurt you,' he whispered into your ear. Just the sound of him calling you 'baby girl' made your toes curl. There was houses at each side of the walkway, you just hoped that someone would look out there window soon and see this thug on you. But you still couldn't why this place was so familiar? He was breathing heavy into your ear and then he let go of your hair and you jumped your head back so that it was straight again. He took yet another step closer to you, placing the knife next to your waist. You just froze, you was too scared to move. You didn't breathe, you didn't think. You just stood there, too scared to even imagine what was going to happen next. He moved the knife up towards your shoulders, you still too afraid to move.
'Hey?' came a familiar voice from behind this man. He quickly turned around to see who it was. You looked over his shoulder and there was Louis. That's why it had seemed so familiar! This was Stan's street and you and Louis had come here last Summer for his house party. The man turned away from you and faced Louis, making sure that Louis could see the knife. Louis' eyes widened and you saw him gulp.
'Yes?' the man said, walking towards Louis and leaning his head nearer at him.
'L-leave her alone,' Louis whispered, trying to look hard, but it wasn't working very hard as his fingers were shaking and you could see his forehead beginning to sweat.
'Yeah? You want me to leave your little girlfriend alone?' he said, turning around and looking back at you. He grabbed your head and pulled it towards him and dropping the knife on the pavement. He pulled you in and kissed you hard on the lips, his tongue going everywhere. It was horrible. You just pressed your lips together, refusing to open them, and waited for it to be over. The man pulled back and looked down at the floor where he had dropped the knife. But it wasn't there. You looked down as well. And then you both looked at Louis; who had the knife in his shaky hands.
'You touch her again, and you won't know what happened to you,' he said, his voice shaky. The man walked towards him and looked at him.
'You're pathetic, you know that? Anyway, you can have the nun, she doesn't put out anyway,' the man said beginning to walk off. That was it. It was all over. Louis looked at you and gave a mischievous smile.
'You know what?' he said as he grabbed the fist of the man and pulled him back round so that he was facing Louis. Louis was just a bit shorter, but it didn't matter. Louis swung his fist around at the man and whacked him right across the face.
'Lou! No!' you screamed. Not because you didn't want the man to be hurt. That was the thing that you wanted most right now. But you knew that the man would hit, if not worse, Louis. The man fell to the floor making a pool of blood on the grey concrete that was pouring out of his nose. He stood up and knocked the knife out of Louis' hand, which was now covered in blood. The man ran to the knife and picked it up. He turned and pointed it at Louis. He ran at him and then stopped inches away from him.
'You're welcome,' he said.
'For what?' Louis said, looking confused.
'For this,' he whispered before sticking the knife deep into Louis' leg. Louis screamed out in pain and then fell to the floor. The man pulled the knife out of Louis leg and ran away. You ran to Louis and knelt down beside him.
'Quick, my phone's in my pocket,' he shouted. You pulled out his phone and rang the ambulance. You put the phone down and placed the phone down on the road.
'They'll be here soon Louis, don't worry,' you told him, trying to be reassuring. You hugged him tightly and lent his back across your legs so that he was sitting up right. You stroked his hair and made shushing noises. He looked at you with tears rolling down his face.
'It's gunna be fine. You've got nothing to worry about,' you told him.
'Promise,' he said, his voice shaky.
'I promise,' you told him. It seemed to take forever for the ambulance to come. You kept talking to Louis, not wanting him to fall asleep. 'Look Louis, the ambulance is here now, every thing's going to be fine. It's going to be alright,' you said as the ambulance whizzed round the corner. The doctors took Louis up into the ambulance on a stretcher and asked you if you wanted to go. You knew that Louis wouldn't want you there, but he wouldn't have had anyone if you hadn't gone with him. You felt like you needed to. For Louis. The drive to the hospital was long. Louis layed there on the stretcher, his body almost lifeless. His hand was leaning over the side of the bed and you took hold of it without thinking. You wrapped your fingers around his sweaty palm and rested your hand there. You felt his fingers grip around yours. His head rolled over and looked at your hands that were clasped together. Then he looked at you. His eyes were filled with tears and then he mouthed, 'I love you'. You was so overwhelmed and then you mouthed back, 'I love you too.' A smile spread over his sodden face.
You was sitting in the waiting room when a nurse walked in. She called out your name and glanced around at all the other people in the waiting room. You stood up and walked over to her.
'That's me,' you told her. She smiled sweetly at you.
'I'm sure you'll be happy to know that Louis is making an amazing recovery. The wound wasn't that deep and just needed to be sewn up. He should be able to leave within a few days,' she told you. You were so over the moon. You didn't know what to do. You flung your arms around the nurses neck and hugged her tightly.
'Thank you,' you whispered into her ear.
'Aha, it's quite alright,' she said before giving you a stern look. 'He's up for seeing people if you want to see him.'
'Oh, I don't know if that would be such a good idea,' you told her. Louis had been quite high on medication when he was in the ambulance. He probably didn't even remember telling you those things.
'Well, he requested to see you,' she told you.
'Me? Are you sure it was me?' you told her confusingly.
'Yes, it was defiantly you he wanted,' she said before turning around and walking towards the door. When she got to the door she turned around to look at you. 'Well, come on then.'
You followed her down long corridors and up lots of stair cases. You were going over things in your head. Had Louis remember holding your hand in the ambulance? Or did he just want to talk? You eventually got to Louis' room and the nurse opened the door. She let you in and stood in the doorway. There was Louis, looking more beautiful than ever. He smiled sheepishly at you, and you did the same back.
'I'll just leave you too alone,' the nurse said before walking out. You walked over to Louis and tears began rolling down your face. You sat down in the chair next to his bed.
'Lou, I'm so sorry. This is all my fault, I should never have gone out by myself. I should never have gone down that walkway. I shouldn't have. I'm so sorry,' you cried to him. He didn't look bothered at all.
'Don't be sorry,' he said. You looked at him, confused. What was he talking about? Was he still high on medication. 'Don't be sorry for any of it.'
'But why not? It's my fault that you got stabbed in the leg,' you wept.
'Yes, but none of that stuff had happened, I wouldn't have been able to say them things to you that I had wanted to say fro such a long time,' he said all in one breath. So he did remember! You was so over the moon.
'Wha-' you began.
'Will you please be my girlfriend again?' he asked, interrupting you. You were doing flips inside, of course you wanted to be Louis' girlfriend again.
'Y-yes,' you hesitated, standing up and throwing your arms around his neck, trying not to touch his leg as it was still sore. You pulled back and looked in his eyes. You ran your eyes through his ruffled hair, you moved in to kiss him and his head moved nearer yours. His lips met yours and your hands fell through his hair. 'See.'
'What?' Louis said pulling back from the kiss.
'I told you everything would be alright,' you told him.
'Aha, that's right. You promised,' he said, laughing.
'I promised.'
Long Zayn Imagine
#Imagine you had been out for the day with your friends and now you were going back to your apartment. You had loads of shopping bags and you had bought lots of new clothes. You got your key out of your pocket and stuck it in the lock, but the door was already unlocked. You opened the door quickly and glanced around the room. Nothing had changed. You slowly walked over to your dining table and placed all of your bags down, and you walked around all the rooms to make sure that no-one was in your house. You checked your bedroom, but no-one was there. You walked back into the living room, and there was someone sitting on your sofa. You screamed in shock and he turned around. It was Zayn.
'Ohh, you gave me a right shock! What are you doing here?' you said in relief walking over to him and giving him a hug. He didn't reply. You pulled back from the hug and looked up at him. 'What were you doing here?' you repeated. He looked at you deep in your eyes.
'Why do you smell of men's aftershave?' he whispered. You sniffed your jumper and he was right, you did smell a little of it.
'Oh, that's because we met up with Rebecca's boyfriend and he gave me a hug,' you said, going to sit down on the sofa. Zayn followed you and sat next to you, but he didn't put his arm round you neck like he usually did. 'What's wrong?' you asked him. He was sat with his hands in his lap and he looked really uncomfortable.
'Nothing,' he replied in a high pitched voice. 'So what was Rebecca's boyfriend called?' his eyes stayed fixed on the floor.
'Erm, he's called Sam, I think,' you told him, trying to remember his name.
'Oh, and how long have him and Rebecca been together?' he asked. Why was he so interested in Sam all of a sudden?
'About 5 months I think,' you told him, standing up off the sofa and going back to the table to look in your bags, and to get away from Zayn's constant questions. But he followed you to the table, and he began looking in your bags as well.
'Oh, and are they happy together?' What kind of question was that? Of course they were happy together! Why was Zayn so bothered about them.
'Yeah, they're really happy together. Why?' you asked him, looking up from the bags. He didn't though, he kept on fishing through them. He shrugged his shoulders.
'Just wondering,' he whispered. 'Do you like him?' he asked. That was why he was so bothered about Sam. Zayn was scared that you had done something with him.
'Zayn, do you not trust me?' you shouted taking a step back from the table and looking at him. He turned around to look at you and gave you the puppy dog eyes. 'Oh my god, you don't trust me? After everything we've had together! You really think that I'm stupid enough to throw all that away!' you screamed at him before walking into your bedroom and slamming the door behind you. You layed on your bed with your face pressed into your pillow, mascara running all over the place because of your tears. You cried into the pillow for a while. You cried because you couldn't believe that Zayn didn't trust you. You had both been loyal and trusting during your relationship. It was the best relationship you had ever had. Zayn was 'the one'. And now he was accusing you of cheating. You sat up on the bed, your back leaning against the top of the bed. You sat there, staring at the wall at the other end of your bed, trying to think things over. Zayn had probably gone back to his own apartment. But then you heard someone breathing heavily on the other side of the door, Zayn was still there. And by the sound of his heavy breathing and constant sniffing, he had been crying. You walked over the door, you was about to open it, but you just couldn't see Zayn yet. There was something pulling you back. You just turned and lent against the door, and your back slid down the door so you was sat on the floor. Zayn was just on the other side, in reaching distance nearly. But you still didn't now if you could forgive him. How could he not have trusted you? You would never have cheat on Zayn, you would never even think about cheating on him.
'I'm so sorry,' you heard come from the other side of the door. The tears began rolling down your face again, you didn't answer though. You had your legs crossed and your arms were wrapped around you legs. You hugged your legs tight and sighed loudly. 'Can I come in please?' he whispered through the door. You stood up and faced the door, wiping the tears away from your eyes. You grabbed the door handle and opened the door and there was Zayn sitting on the floor, in the same position that you was sat in moments ago. You sat back down next to him, but this time there was no door there. You just both sat there, heavy breathing, with teary eyes. After a while Zayn broke the silence.
'I'm sorry, I just get a bit protective some times. I do trust you, I never doubted that for a second, I just don't wanna lose you,' he said. You turned your head to face him and you could feel the tears coming back again.
'Come here,' you said, flinging your arms around Zayn's neck. 'You have nothing to worry about babe, I'm not going anyway,' you told him. It was true though, as long as Zayn wanted you, you was his. And you hoped it stayed like for ever.
'Ohh, you gave me a right shock! What are you doing here?' you said in relief walking over to him and giving him a hug. He didn't reply. You pulled back from the hug and looked up at him. 'What were you doing here?' you repeated. He looked at you deep in your eyes.
'Why do you smell of men's aftershave?' he whispered. You sniffed your jumper and he was right, you did smell a little of it.
'Oh, that's because we met up with Rebecca's boyfriend and he gave me a hug,' you said, going to sit down on the sofa. Zayn followed you and sat next to you, but he didn't put his arm round you neck like he usually did. 'What's wrong?' you asked him. He was sat with his hands in his lap and he looked really uncomfortable.
'Nothing,' he replied in a high pitched voice. 'So what was Rebecca's boyfriend called?' his eyes stayed fixed on the floor.
'Erm, he's called Sam, I think,' you told him, trying to remember his name.
'Oh, and how long have him and Rebecca been together?' he asked. Why was he so interested in Sam all of a sudden?
'About 5 months I think,' you told him, standing up off the sofa and going back to the table to look in your bags, and to get away from Zayn's constant questions. But he followed you to the table, and he began looking in your bags as well.
'Oh, and are they happy together?' What kind of question was that? Of course they were happy together! Why was Zayn so bothered about them.
'Yeah, they're really happy together. Why?' you asked him, looking up from the bags. He didn't though, he kept on fishing through them. He shrugged his shoulders.
'Just wondering,' he whispered. 'Do you like him?' he asked. That was why he was so bothered about Sam. Zayn was scared that you had done something with him.
'Zayn, do you not trust me?' you shouted taking a step back from the table and looking at him. He turned around to look at you and gave you the puppy dog eyes. 'Oh my god, you don't trust me? After everything we've had together! You really think that I'm stupid enough to throw all that away!' you screamed at him before walking into your bedroom and slamming the door behind you. You layed on your bed with your face pressed into your pillow, mascara running all over the place because of your tears. You cried into the pillow for a while. You cried because you couldn't believe that Zayn didn't trust you. You had both been loyal and trusting during your relationship. It was the best relationship you had ever had. Zayn was 'the one'. And now he was accusing you of cheating. You sat up on the bed, your back leaning against the top of the bed. You sat there, staring at the wall at the other end of your bed, trying to think things over. Zayn had probably gone back to his own apartment. But then you heard someone breathing heavily on the other side of the door, Zayn was still there. And by the sound of his heavy breathing and constant sniffing, he had been crying. You walked over the door, you was about to open it, but you just couldn't see Zayn yet. There was something pulling you back. You just turned and lent against the door, and your back slid down the door so you was sat on the floor. Zayn was just on the other side, in reaching distance nearly. But you still didn't now if you could forgive him. How could he not have trusted you? You would never have cheat on Zayn, you would never even think about cheating on him.
'I'm so sorry,' you heard come from the other side of the door. The tears began rolling down your face again, you didn't answer though. You had your legs crossed and your arms were wrapped around you legs. You hugged your legs tight and sighed loudly. 'Can I come in please?' he whispered through the door. You stood up and faced the door, wiping the tears away from your eyes. You grabbed the door handle and opened the door and there was Zayn sitting on the floor, in the same position that you was sat in moments ago. You sat back down next to him, but this time there was no door there. You just both sat there, heavy breathing, with teary eyes. After a while Zayn broke the silence.
'I'm sorry, I just get a bit protective some times. I do trust you, I never doubted that for a second, I just don't wanna lose you,' he said. You turned your head to face him and you could feel the tears coming back again.
'Come here,' you said, flinging your arms around Zayn's neck. 'You have nothing to worry about babe, I'm not going anyway,' you told him. It was true though, as long as Zayn wanted you, you was his. And you hoped it stayed like for ever.
Tuesday, 1 May 2012
Long Niall Imagine
#Imagine you and Niall had been dating for almost a year. It had been going really well, you had never felt like this about anyone before. Niall was coming round later to do a twitcam at your house. You was looking forward to it. You had done loads of twitcams with Niall before, and every single one of them you had always laughed until you cried. He could make you laugh like no one else could. He was amazing. You walked into your bedroom and lifted your laptop off of your bed, it was switched off. You pressed the on button and waited for it to turn on. You logged into twitter, your relationship with Niall had come out a while ago, and everyone was fine with it. Of course you got some hate, but you didn't care, as long as you had Niall. You set up the twitcam but you waited for Niall to arrive before you started. There was a knock at the door and you raced to it. You grabbed the door handle and pulled the door back.
'Hiya!' came a voice from behind the door. There was Niall.
'Hey!' you shouted back, leaping on him and giving him a hug. Your arms were around his neck, his arms around your waist. Your feet were well above the ground, and Niall walked into your apartment, kicking the door behind him so that it closed shut. You placed your feet back on the ground and looked up at Niall. You pushed your hand through his messy blonde hair and looked into his big blue eyes.
'I missed you,' he whispered.
'You only saw me yesterday,' you chuckled, your hands falling down onto him bum. His lips brushed against yours and pulled back quickly.
'Exactly,' he said under his breath, as he turned and walked towards your laptop, which was sat on the sofa. You followed and landed next to him. He placed the laptop on his knees and began the broadcast.
'Hi everybody!' Niall shouted, in his broad Irish accent. You both talked on twitcam for hours, just like the rest of them, this one had been just as funny. The laptop was on your knee now, and Niall had his arm around your neck. You didn't want it to end, but you and Niall had made plans to go out with the rest of the boys that night, and you both needed to start getting ready.
'Well guys, it's been fun bu-' you began saying to the computer screen.
'Wait... not yet,' he whispered, interrupting you. He looked down at his hands that were in his lap and started twiddling his thumbs and sucked in his lips. You looked at him.
'Niall? What's wrong?' you said to him. He grabbed the laptop and put in on his knee so that you weren't in the shot anymore. 'What are you doing?' you asked.
'Okay guys, so there is something that I have wanted to do for a long time, and I thought, what better way than to do it in front of all you guys,' Niall began, saying into the computer, you was getting quite scared now as you didn't know what Niall was about to do. He pottered over into the middle of the room and placed the laptop down on the little coffee table, so that the screen and the camera was facing you and Niall. He stood in front of you as you was still sat on the sofa, and he held his hand out to you.
'What?' you asked, you weren't sure what he was asking you to do.
'Take my hand,' he laughed.
'Oh right,' you shouted, placing your hand on his. He made you stand up and stood you in front of the camera. He knelt down to talk to the camera.
'Here goes,' he whispered. You looked at him as he stood up and looked at you. 'So, there's been something that I've wanted to do for a while now,' he said, smirking at you.
'Okay...' you said, your arms were folded.
'So,' he got down on one knee. You didn't know what to do. Your hand just shot up to your mouth as you was so gobsmacked. His hand went into his pocket and brought out a small navy blue box. He opened it and pulled back the lid to reveal the best engagement ring you had ever seen. 'Will you marry me?' he said, a huge smile cracking on his face. Your legs just went from under you and you knelt down in front on him on the soft carpet. You just shook your head at him.
'Niall... of course I will!' you shouted as you through your arms around his neck. You pulled back and he took hold of your hand. He took the ring out of the box and placed it on your finger. You were so happy that you began to cry little happy tears. You held your hand up to examine the ring. It was beautiful.
'So guys, hope you liked that, I know I did. But me and my fiance have to go now!' he laughed to the computer, before going offline on the twitcam. This was perfect. Now you and Niall were together. Forever.
'Hiya!' came a voice from behind the door. There was Niall.
'Hey!' you shouted back, leaping on him and giving him a hug. Your arms were around his neck, his arms around your waist. Your feet were well above the ground, and Niall walked into your apartment, kicking the door behind him so that it closed shut. You placed your feet back on the ground and looked up at Niall. You pushed your hand through his messy blonde hair and looked into his big blue eyes.
'I missed you,' he whispered.
'You only saw me yesterday,' you chuckled, your hands falling down onto him bum. His lips brushed against yours and pulled back quickly.
'Exactly,' he said under his breath, as he turned and walked towards your laptop, which was sat on the sofa. You followed and landed next to him. He placed the laptop on his knees and began the broadcast.
'Hi everybody!' Niall shouted, in his broad Irish accent. You both talked on twitcam for hours, just like the rest of them, this one had been just as funny. The laptop was on your knee now, and Niall had his arm around your neck. You didn't want it to end, but you and Niall had made plans to go out with the rest of the boys that night, and you both needed to start getting ready.
'Well guys, it's been fun bu-' you began saying to the computer screen.
'Wait... not yet,' he whispered, interrupting you. He looked down at his hands that were in his lap and started twiddling his thumbs and sucked in his lips. You looked at him.
'Niall? What's wrong?' you said to him. He grabbed the laptop and put in on his knee so that you weren't in the shot anymore. 'What are you doing?' you asked.
'Okay guys, so there is something that I have wanted to do for a long time, and I thought, what better way than to do it in front of all you guys,' Niall began, saying into the computer, you was getting quite scared now as you didn't know what Niall was about to do. He pottered over into the middle of the room and placed the laptop down on the little coffee table, so that the screen and the camera was facing you and Niall. He stood in front of you as you was still sat on the sofa, and he held his hand out to you.
'What?' you asked, you weren't sure what he was asking you to do.
'Take my hand,' he laughed.
'Oh right,' you shouted, placing your hand on his. He made you stand up and stood you in front of the camera. He knelt down to talk to the camera.
'Here goes,' he whispered. You looked at him as he stood up and looked at you. 'So, there's been something that I've wanted to do for a while now,' he said, smirking at you.
'Okay...' you said, your arms were folded.
'So,' he got down on one knee. You didn't know what to do. Your hand just shot up to your mouth as you was so gobsmacked. His hand went into his pocket and brought out a small navy blue box. He opened it and pulled back the lid to reveal the best engagement ring you had ever seen. 'Will you marry me?' he said, a huge smile cracking on his face. Your legs just went from under you and you knelt down in front on him on the soft carpet. You just shook your head at him.
'Niall... of course I will!' you shouted as you through your arms around his neck. You pulled back and he took hold of your hand. He took the ring out of the box and placed it on your finger. You were so happy that you began to cry little happy tears. You held your hand up to examine the ring. It was beautiful.
'So guys, hope you liked that, I know I did. But me and my fiance have to go now!' he laughed to the computer, before going offline on the twitcam. This was perfect. Now you and Niall were together. Forever.
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