Dear Niall,
I never knew I could love someone as much as I love you. You have been there for me through everything, ever since boot camp. You were the one to hug me first, the one to comfort me when I was feeling ill, and the one to take me back to Ireland once the show was over. I didn't think it was possible to catch feelings with someone in the same band as me that'd I'd be with everyday, let alone them being my best friend. I can count on you to hold my deepest secrets, keep my safe at night and listen to my late night rants. I can always count on you for being there for me like always and being the best boyfriend any one could ever ask for with your golden locked hair, and those piercing blue eyes. I can't wait to the day we tell our fans who we are, Til the day we could walk hand and hand into the adoption place and pick out our beautiful baby boy or girl. I can't wait to marry you to than grow old and wrinkly with you, rocking along in our rocking chairs sipping hot tea while watching our grand kids run around our large back yard. I just want you to know that I love you with all my heart Niall and couldn't ask for anything more. Happy Anniversary honey. I love you so so so so so so much.
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Niall had a hard time finishing the letter Harry had written him for there 3 year anniversary; he didn't know how to feel, he was really just a ball of mixed up emotions. When he looked up from his letter he saw Harry down on one knee, with the rest of the boys holding signs reading "Will you marry me?" written with rose petals. He couldn't move, but fianlly his body clicked and worked into action. He ran full force, reaching Harry and knocking him on the ground whispering a bunch of yeses into his ear as his eyes spilled tears down his face.
As he pulled his face away from Harry's neck he saw Harry was crying too, he allowed him to slip the beautiful silver band with diamonds encrusted in, on to his finger. As he looked into his Harry's eyes he sW all the love and adoration he had for this kid.
"I love you my prince"
"I love you too, my king"
whispered with a passionate kiss that Ben had caught all on film.
.Inspired by Fall, Writing Challenge & Sweater Weather by the neighborhood
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It was the perfect time of the year, the day wear me and Ni trade all our tank tops and thin hoodies in for our big bulky sweaters and fuzzy joggers. It's personally my favorite time of the year and day to spend with Niall and he nows that.
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It had forever been our tradition and I always look forward to this day all year round.
Once we get changed in to our cozy attire, we spend our days curled up in a ball, in our huge king sized bed and watch movies all day long with a pile of junk littering our floors and candy wrappers trashing our bed. And what's better than doing this all with the person I love and adore most?
Zayn has caramel, tan skin. So smooth & delicate looking you just want to eat it up. He has tattoos littering up his right arm & scattered around the rest of his body. Filling the beautiful art work he is, with his toned & fit 6 pack abs. His beautiful molten gold, hazel eyes just makes you want to died at night, followed by his sleek jet black hair that's either styled to perfection or laid upon his forhead for the him to give the world two fucks about, when really a bunch of girls are crying on there bedroom floors about how beautiful & god like he looks. »»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»» Niall has pale, creamy skin. So cute you just want to pinch his already red cheeks. His lovely skin freckled with brown dots upon his face and body. Running down to his toned & slim body, fragile looking than he appears, with his carefree & bold personality. He'd be the person to just walk up to you & have a full I conversation about economics & how life is so amazing when your sitting by yourself on the park bench. His hair is so fluffy looking with his blonde ends , fading into his dark brown roots. Matching his baby blue ocean eyes, with the flecks of emerald green reminding you of the 4 leaf clovers that his Irish decent brings to him. The luck o the Irish. »»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»» That's Zayn & Niall. Niall & Zayn. They're like the yin yang. They bring out each other's flaws & prove to love them so much. They're so great yet horrible for each other but No matter how much they argue, how much they claim they hate each other at that very moment, they will always be seen with each other , most likely making love that very night.
I love him with all my heart I really do.. But being in this relationship I feel like Im constricted in some kind of jail. I feel like we cannot be free inside this relationship, we can't do anything without having to deal with media and management and what fun is that?
We fought for almost 4 years to be happy and I'm pretty sure we are fighting more to be happy than actually being happy ourselves. I honestly don't want to break his heart but how can I be myself in this. I'm tired of hiding who I am and what we are. I am Louis Tomlinson, I am gay, and I fell in love with my best friend Harry Styles. But it's like a sin to fall in love with your friend but it's like I'm gonna rot in hell especially because he is a boy.
Everyone has come up with there conclusions wether this 'thing' is fake or real, yet no one knows the truth. Tomorrow is our 4th year anniversary and we discussed this and we do think that tomorrow shall be the day to tell wether it's a thing or not, I hate that one for a fact we are lying to our fans, and secondly, we are again caught up in
this jail of love and emotions and actions. I want to be free and embrace that I love Harry, and that he is my one and only and only I can share intimate moments with, no one else!
- Next Day -
@louis_tomlinson: me and Harry would love to make an announcement today , so if you'd like to know click this link n it'll lead you to the live show announcement. xx
I know the tweet will definetly stir things up between the fans and I'm gonna love scrolling down through there replies.
I'm currently getting my hair done by Lou, and holding Harry's hand while he's getting his outfit prepared. I know he is really nervous just by the way his grip is on my hand, It's very loose, and sweaty.
"Don't worry babe. everything will be fine! And even if it isn't, I'll still be here okay? I love you."
"Okay... I love you too Louis"
and than it was time to go on.
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"Hi guys, How are you loves?"
"Hey"
"Well we have a very big announcement to make and many people have said such assumptions and some of you guys are right, you have been waiting 4 years for this and it's done and over with me,
Me and Harry are actually a couple"
I said as I got off my seat and sayin Harry's lap to give him a quick snog, as I pulled away I kept my hands wrapped around his neck and jus looked him in his eyes, I gave him a sweet smile and he retuned one as well but with a bit more nerves added in, I whispered to him a few sweet nothing's and finished it with a peck on the lips. I than places my face next to his and gave him a slight squeeze just to reassure him.
He needs to know that it's okay, and that I will always love him.... And that we broke away from this jail that we were in.....
We. Are. Free.
I have an amazing ot5 centric. & I really like it & I hope it follows through.. it's also and AU I'll write the idea later on when I have it all planned and figured out & I'll try to even post some sneak peeks , I really do hope it goes as plans cus it's an awesome idea to me atleast but yeah !!
Rescue - Ziall
Warning: Talk about drugs and alchol.
Words: 2512
A time where Zayn feels emotionally lost since a child and seeks help in a drug and alchol addiction. He may need Niall for one certain thing.
He rescued me. You may ask who 'he' is, which I can tell you in just a second.
As a child, I wouldn't say I had the best, but I defiantly didn't have the worst either. I mean; I had a roof over my head and I had meals every morning and night, clean water to take showers in, and just an all around loving family and house hold. The worst of it, was me. I always felt like I didn't fit in, with 3 sisters - 2 younger and 1 older, and a dad who always worked and a mother to busy taking care of the youngest. It was difficult being the only boy growing up; always around girly things. Always having this pressure on my shoulders to be the superstar son and be perfect on so many levels, having the fear of not being good enough for my parents - thinking ill do something wrong and turn into a disappointment. Always having this unknown weight on my shoulders, it just wasn't fair.
It wasn't fair because nobody else felt this way in my house besides me. To be honest, I don't know why I felt this way; it kind of grew into a thing over time, as I got older the worse it got, and it soon made my heart begin to ache. I hated that I felt this way because I just wanted to be happy and live my life like any normal 16 year old boy would be doing. It sucks, it truly does, and the only person I can blame is myself. I blame myself because I put these thoughts inside my head, and that makes it worse because I'm believing myself when your supposed to make yourself better and stronger when the only thing I'm doing is falling and getting weaker.
I thought my life was on track at about a year later; it was 17.
My mother made me audition for the xfactor and I didn't make it to the judges house, as a solo artist... I got called back with 4 other lads; Niall, Liam, Louis and Harry and we named ourselves - One Direction. We finished 3rd place in the end and it wasn't the end of us one bit! We sold records, broke the charts, sold so many albums I couldn't believe my eyes, won an amount of awards, and basically sky rocketed right before my eyes; until everything came crashing back down again; for me!
Everyone saw me as the mysterious one with the mischievous side- especially when with Louis, but they also caught me as quiet. Which is all very true; but there was always the hidden stuff.
It started when management found out I was gay; and I spilled the beans that I was in love with non other than Niall Horan. He didn't know,
no body did but me and now of course - management.
I don't know why exactly I told them but I did, and since them life was a living hell hid behind a secret smile.
They forced me to go on dates with a lovely girl known as, Perrie Edwards. Now Perrie and I have grown to become the best of friends and we go to each other for almost everything. It's quite funny actually, in my eyes atleast because people think of us as lovers when really were like brothers and sisters. It was fun at first, in the beginning, when we went on a few dates and had "paparazzi" take pictures of us kissing and such; until it started to hurt. It hurt me so emotionally that I turned to what people consider "pain relievers".
I'd go to the bar almost every night - no matter what I had to do the next day, wether it'd be an interview, a meeting, rehearsals, maybe even a day off; I'd still get pissed off my mind. I just wanted to be happy ya know? The feelings of my childhood were slowly crawling back after 2 1/2 years. It sucked hiding myself. I just want to be free - like a normal 19 year old lad would want - to not have to hid themselves - and not only themselves but there loved ones as well. Even if my "loved" one was just as big as I was!
My alcohol drinking became so bad that I was classified as an alcoholic. Management was so pissed at me; and everytime they yelled at me in a meeting, note- I showed up hungover half the time - I'd get drink 10x more. I couldn't help that they were holding me back and that I was trying to hide my feelings. But it was for the better, for the good, I didn't need this in my life but I do and I've learned to deal.
I turned to drugs after I had to fake an engagement with Perrie. She felt so bad for me; for us; but there was nothing we could do, either of us. We has to act, especially to be happy in front of the cameras because that's what effects us the most- are the pictures people take of us.
I didn't know why I coped like this; it was a stupid reason why I was doing all of this; why I was a drug addict; getting high 5-8 times the most , a day. It was honestly a stupid reason for me, but when your all bottled up after 20 fucking years, you kinda have to find a way. Especially if your as stubborn as I am!
I'm killing myself inside; slowly but surely. I know I am, I understand what I'm doing to my body. Especially because I chose to do this. I started off with just alcohol, and when that wasn't enough; I moved to weed, that wasn't enough, crack, and that wasn't enough, ecstasy. This was major and I know I needed to stop, the fans were starting to worry but I'd reply with "I'm fine, no worries"
but it really wasn't, because all I'm going to do is end up dying because I overdosed on drugs and pills and liquor. And this is not how I want to end my career. I need help.
I started by telling Niall, that I was going to go to rehab for a while. I wanted him to know first because he meant everything to me, he was my whole entire world; even if he didn't know it, he will soon enough. I next grabbed the rest of the boys and told them in my investment, and they all understood that I needed this in my life, to get better and get the old Zayn back; the Zayn the first met back in the xfactor houses. After them, I went and saw Simon, after all he is my "uncle". He totally understood the circumstances and gave me a good luck. After that was management; I don't give to fucks wether they like it or not because as right now, they aren't my first priority nor are they in my fucks to give list either. I asked if I could tell my fans about this news; and they booked me a conference room to tell everybody. And that's where I am right now.
"Hello everybody, thank you for coming. As you all know me- I'm Zayn, from One Direction and I called this little 'meeting' I guess you can say because I have some news. As you may or may not know; I have been an addict of not only drugs but alcohol as well. These addictions have been apart of my life for far too long now - 2 years I'd say now. The reasons I've done this was as everyone would say, it was the only coping mechanism I could see myself in, and I did it. I did it! I wouldn't say I regretted it, but it defiantly isn't something I'd like to look back on. I hid my feelings for far too long; this is 21 years of sadness and strayed feelings all into my addiction; more recent is my love life. I don't care if I'm going to ruin my career, I don't because I've already caused enough damage into it. But here I go, and I'd like to apologize right now to the person I'm going to possibly hurt the most in this outcome...
First off, Perrie and I aren't engaged nor have we ever dated. We have always been good friends from the start and I don't hate her so neither should any off you. I love her as my sister and plan on keeping it that way. She technically was my.. Hmm beard? Yeah! I say this because hid me from my feelings. I'm in love with someone who is so close to me that I can reach my arm out everyday and touch them, and love them but I can't. I just can't because I can't stand to see them get hurt even if there about to right now.
I'm in love, with Niall - Niall James Horan and I have no regrets at all. He makes me happy without knowing it, he makes me feel butterflies without knowing it, and he just lights up my world... without knowing it!
I'm sorry Niall, for if your watching this, I'm so sorry for keeping this in for going on to be 4 years now, since I met you! I don't want you to blame yourself for why I did this; as to why I'm going to rehab to get help- because I am, and I will get better- I just need this time. I thought for so long; and this addiction barely has anything to do with you. It's just all my thoughts and emotions and over thinking things and jus- just know I love you and I'll see you when I get out. Bye Nialler. And bye boys.. I'll also see you when I get out and I also want to thank the fans for there support through this rocky couple of months, especially at my lowest points in time. And I also love you for just everything. Goodbye" and with that said I stood up and walked off, not taking any questions and leaving for the van that was planning to take me to the airport for my 9 month long journey.
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It's been a good, long journey but I did it; I finally completed my 9 months of rehab and today I was getting released. While I sat in here I thought; I did nothing but think really, about the damage I did yet I still don't regret nothing especially after 9 months of being locked up in here. I'm glad I'm leaving but sad as well because I'm going to miss all the lovely workers who have helped me cope this whole time and never gave up on me for one second even when I was at my worst.
They made me realize that I'll always have somebody there, wether there a stranger or not, I just need to open up my eyes and see and not be so stubborn for once in my life; because spending 21 years of my life being stubborn got me into this whole mess.
I still do have feelings for the Irish boy but I come to realize there always going to be there; even if he doesn't feel the same way, I'll just learn to forgive and forget. Forgive him for not giving me a chance and for not sharing the feelings and forget him too, because no matter how many times we see each other things just won't be the same, I don't care what people say it just won't and knowing Niall he'll try his very best to get back to the old days but I'll just have to warn him that nothin will work.
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I sat in the rehab lobby for 15 mins - after saying goodbye to the lovely staff members and giving long goodbyes to the favorited ones, they each got an individual letter as well. I looked up after being stuck in some lonesome thoughts when I saw bleach bonds hair, I automatically knew who it was and I started to shake, not only with nervousness but fear as well. I was bewildered to see him but scared at the same time because what if he yells at me? I'm not at all ready for that one bit.
As he got closer the more nervous I had gotten until we made eye contact ; that's when I knew everything was going to be okay, I just knew by the warmth that filled in his eyes and the way he has a slight smirk etched on his face.
The nerves inside me were outrageous and I couldn't stop my self from jumping out of my seat and running towards him. He opened his arms for me to jump into which I gladly expect; arms tightly secured around his neck -hopeful I'm not choking him-, face buried into his hair and legs wrapped around his slim waist. I felt safe in his arms, the way they were tight around my body holding me close and just the warmth that gravitated off of him. I felt the tears fall down my face and fall into his hair as I kept saying how sorry I was, sorry for leaving - even it it was for the best of me, sorry for not telling him and just sorry for absolutely everything but nothing at the same time.
As Niall set me down I didn't want to let go, I really didn't but I knew I had to, so I unraveled my limbs from him and took a few steps back to take in his expression.
He showed nothing really, nothing but a meek smile and that was it; I couldn't see any emotion upon his eyes. Surprisingly he was the first one to speak.
"Hi Zayn, how've ya been? I missed ya!" He softly said.
"I've been alright,yeah" there wasn't really much to say after that.
He took a step forward and shocked me into motion, he pressed his soft pink lips upon my slightly chapped ones, moving against each other. It felt so right and I knew this is we're I wanted to be forever but also knew that was humanly possible. We slotted so perfectly together that I just wanted to be perfectly together for a long time. He put more force into it when he wrapped one hand on the back of my neck and the other on the side of my face, mine simply around his neck. When he pulled back I made a slight whine and made a small pout, him chuckling at my actions. He rested his forhead against mine and said
"I love you too, Zayn"
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Authors note: I might turn this into a part two if i get enough likes and people enjoy it enough. Maybe about Zayn and Niall being together and the after math. Ya know? Also this might be a bit confusing to read from; i aplogize for that actually, so if theres any confusion just message me Ok? Other than that i hope you enjoyed. Feedback accpeted x
-Daniela muah :)
have a nice fic coming soon - hopefully tonight . been working all after school on it and am currently working on it right now !
Sneak Peek:
I’m killing myself inside; slowly but surely. I know I am, I understand what I’m doing to my body. Especially because I chose to do this. I started off with just alcohol, and when that wasn’t enough; I moved to weed, that wasn’t enough, crack, and that wasn’t enough, ecstasy. This was major and I know I needed to stop, the fans were starting to worry but I’d reply with “I’m fine, no worries”
but it really wasn’t, because all I’m going to do is end up dying because I overdosed on drugs and pills and liquor. And this is not how I want to end my career. I need help.
Words: 355
Just how much Niall and Harry enjoy running around in the summer evenings chasing fireflies.
Warnings: None.
It was a warm summer night. Night sky filled with bright shining stars, air thick with humidity, ears filled with laughter and giggles and the sound of insects leaping through the time. And everything was just one big, loving adventure.
They felt like little kids running around in the midnight light - chasing after the fun bugs, fireflies.
It was so much fun to the two 19 year olds, skipping after them with butterfly nets in there hands determined to catch them. Harry had caught two already, Niall encouraging him to squash them so than his hand would be smeared in a bright yellow glow; but he felt too bad so he let both of them go. Sadly, for Niall, he has yet to catch any and is growing irritate and more annoyed by the second, just wanting to catch a firefly so he can boast about it the next day.
This carried on for about 2 more hours. Yet they still wanted to continue on with this adventure, but the bugs were starting to go away now; going back to there resting place until tomorrow night were the boys will probably be out there again till about the break of down, with Paul waking from his slumber just to take these boys to there hotel rooms.
People would think it was childish; in a sense it was, but to them it was just pure fun. They barely have time for things like this while being on the top of the charts, due to being in the number one boyband at the moment. So, when they had time to do things like this it released so much stress off of them and made them so refreshed and renewed because they weren't dealing about there safety or fans safety or management or even interviews at random times of the days, they can just be... free. Run around like those flying insects out there, the fireflies!
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authors note;
I wanted this to be so much longer but... behh ! sorry, I'm so disappointed in my self lately and I'm sorry.
- Daniela muah
Grove - Ziall - Drabble
*authors note at end*
slight naughtiness ? idk if you consider it that
Words: 362
How Niall loves to rub his hands all over Zayn's special grooves.
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He rubbed his hand against his tan, caramel skin, fingers dipping into the slight grooves of the lovers ribs, that were rising and falling as he slept peacefully with his head resting on his pale chest, bopping up and down while he breathe smooth breathes as he tried to sleep but too infatuated with his companion right beside him.
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*authors note: ok hi, this is just a short Drabble, idk it's not really o prompt with 'grooves' and it turned out to be more of niall infatuated w touching zayn in a lovin way. do hope it was good though, so yeah enjoy it!*
Words: 208
A poem about Harry and his ink secerts. Enjoy x
He was used to everything, this was his escape the way he... coped with everything, he didn't do drugs, or drink, or self harm him self. Nope, he inked himself. His skin was his canvas to his diary and he enjoyed the feeling of people questioning him about it, as to why he got that boat tattoo on his arm or why he got two swallows on his collarbones, and how no one knew the answer to these questions but him.
The mystery people were trying to solve, the way they were trying to put the puzzle pieces together and while being so close everything crashed down and they had to start all over again. If only they knew they were right 99.99% of the time, what would happen?
What would happen if he told everybody about them? What if he sat down and had an hour plus conversation with his fans, through twitcam and explained
every. single. one. of his tattoos, would people go "I told you so" or "haha what a faggot?" the answer to that maybe be a mystery because he will never tell the full purposes of why he got them, the basic "because I loved the idea to it and its meaning is really close to me" is all they need to know and no further to that.
