Their Royal Highnesses

Hello LOVES! This blog was originally gong to be just imagines about Harry Styles, from One Direction, but i decided that I wanted to do others as well. So everyone from 1D, 5SOS, and whomever you request for the imagine to be about. Request are open, so please do so. Please follow and share with your friends, love you all! http://kandiecart.tumblr.com/masterlist

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Hey guys!!! I have been MIA for a while and have no right asking for this favor, but I am anyway. LOL. I am starting to write again after a very long hiatus. Please check out my new novel on Wattpad and share it with your friends. It is an interracial second chance romance, full of angst and heartache, the keystones of imagines. Which is why I think you'll all really enjoy it! Please let me know what y'all think. Thanks!

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MIA

Hey guys I didn't go MIA again, lol. Summer semester started and it has been crazy. I was supposed to update last weekend, but I didn't get to unfortunately, which I know sounds like an excuse lol. But I'm trying to be honest. I will try this weekend but I don't want to make promises I know I can't keep, so please forgive me for the long wait. I really enjoy writing, but unfortunately my school schedule doesn't permit it. So guys I am coming, I promise, and the requested imagines are almost done!

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Updates

Hi loves, I think I may have to update tomorrow night, don't worry I'm not bailing again lol. I just had a bunch going on this past week and they may not be finished in time. So probably late tonight or tomorrow. But hey they might be done in time, I hope so. Well okay loves just wanted to let yall know, because I wanted to be honest. 😀

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Can you please do a part 2 to I''m sorry I Couldn't?

Yes I can love, I'll try and upload it by Thursday with some other imagines. :)

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Could you please do a part two of "I'm sorry that I couldn't" ? Thanks love.

Yes, I surely can! I'll try to have it up Thursday with some other imagines. :)

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“I’m Sorry That I Couldn’t”

HELLOO BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE!! Guys how is your day going? Mine has been lazy, so that is awesome, LOL. Well anyway I have another imagine, which was requested. I may be updating again later on today, but I wanted to put this one up, since I wrote it already. I am also working on some new ones to upload, so it may be tonight or tomorrow. Also this is requested and I have never done one like this before, so I hope it is okay. There is a suicide warning, so it may be triggering. I advise you not to read this, if you have or are currently thinking of something like this. I just want to tell you that it isn’t the answer, and their is always someone who loves you and cares for you, even if you don’t feel like their is. I LOVE YOU ALL!!! Also this is a potential two-parter, so please let me know if you want another part. And please request as they’re open! Also this is similar to ‘In Her Arms’, and that is because the requester wanted a similar imagine, but a more heartbreaking ending, and I hope that I delivered. Please let me know your thoughts on this one, everyone! XOXO

Requested Imagine: Anon

Harry Styles

Word Count: 3,515

I watched as she stood with him, both of their backs to me. Her graceful back was slim, the sight of the girl’s beautiful alabaster skin mocked me with a vengeance. Her dress was low cut, and it became apparent to me that she chose that dress so it would be easier to take off. Easy access. There they were, my boyfriend Harry Styles, and his roadie girlfriend Amanda. Amanda, a name that wouldn’t have meant nothing to me a few hours ago. A name that a few of my friends shared, and a name that was now permanently branded into my mind. How had this happened? How had he let this happen? Did he let our three year relationship fall by the wayside just for a skinny blonde? Oh, but she was anything than just a skinny blonde. When she turned her head to the left, a melodic laugh flowing from her mouth as she hit Niall’s shoulder playfully, I got a whiff of her beauty. A perky nose stood on her face, set above a pair of perfect bee stung lips, which was pulled together with her daring blue eyes. She was breathtaking, literally, as she actually took my breath away. She was elegant, graceful, and from the expensive white wine that was held in her hand, tasteful as well. She was like a butterfly among the crowd, moving with grace and speaking with such eloquence. Her feet never seemed to touch the ground, she dang near floated from person to person.

Amanda had talked to nearly every person who was attending this event, yet she had never crossed me. Was she avoiding me? The answer to my question soon came, when I noticed a flicker of surprise shoot through her eyes. Her thick eyelashes fluttered as her eyes zoned in on me, and then she smirked. It was subtle, but it was definitely there, and even more to my horror, she winked. It was slow and languid, she gave the time for each of her eyelashes to latch onto each other slowly, before letting them disconnect. Before I could react she gripped onto Harry’s shoulder, distracting him from the conversation he was having with Zayn. I watched as her red painted mouth moved, and I kept direct eye contact with her. She had been talking to my boyfriend, yet she had never took her eyes off of me. Amanda let her hand slip from Harry’s shoulder, down to the expanse of his chest, her hand connecting with the soft flesh that lay there, thanks to his unbuttoned shirt. He nodded slowly to what she was saying before he began to turn, his green orbs searching frantically before they finally settled on something. Me. A couple of emotions fleeted across his face, however regret or guilt never seemed to pin him down. He turned away from me to get Zayn’s attention, who then looked me in the eyes. He held my gaze for a short amount of time, before nodding to Harry. Before I could figure out what was going on, a group of tall and able-bodied men seemed to make a huddle around the boys and Amanda. It wasn’t noticeable if you weren’t paying attention, but since I was eyeing them like a hawk I could clearly see what was happening. He was trying to escape through the back door, and he didn’t want any beef from me. My feet thought before my mind could, and I was making my way towards them. The men stood strongly at the sight of me, but their eyes flashed with pity when they realized who I was. “Y/N, go home.” Mike, one of their bodyguards coaxed, one of his hands going onto my right shoulder, trying to turn me around. I shrugged his hand off, and began to beat at his chest, trying to fight my way through him.

“Move.” I groaned when I realized hitting him was useless. Not only was I not even close to strong enough to make him back down, but I could also see the boys, Harry, and Amanda getting further and further away. Soon enough they would be out the door. Once again without thought, I jumped onto Marks shoulder, desperately clawing to climb over his muscled back. I was now drawing attention to myself, something that I always hated, but had endured for Harry. People’s beady eyes were looking at me with both confusion and slight pity. I didn’t want to be pitied, I just wanted an explanation. I just wanted him to tell me why, and then I could leave. He didn’t have to want me anymore, but I needed to know if it was worth it. If having Amanda was worth breaking my heart. That led to me screaming his name at the top of my lungs. With my body thrown over Mike’s shoulder, and a hand wrapped around my mouth, I screamed. “Harry,” It was so loud that it seemed to stop everyone in their tracks, the live music that had been playing in the background, even seemed to stop. The only people who hadn’t slowed down was Harry and his retreating company. But I didn’t stop. “Come back here, Styles,” However, he still continued to walk away, his long hair lifting away from his back as he walked quickly. It became apparent to me that he wasn’t going to stop regardless of what I said, but maybe one of the boys would. “Well maybe one of the boys that I considered brothers, could explain this to me! Maybe Niall, or Liam?!” This time they went to a standstill, and I smirked triumphantly. It was now so silent in the once noise filled room, that you could hear a pen drop. My face was red from embarrassment, and my voice was raw from the screaming, but I wasn’t done yet. “Why didn’t any of you tell me? Why didn’t you let me in on the fact that my boyfriend was cheating on me?!” I continued to scream, but in reality I wanted to sob. I wanted to cry so badly right now, I wanted to cry because of Harry’s unfaithfulness, because I trusted people when I clearly shouldn’t have, and because of the humiliation I was currently putting myself through. Regardless of how this turned out, I would be known as the bitter and crazy ex who “attacked” Harry Styles at a private party.

I watched as Harry slowly turned around, the grip that he had on Amanda’s waist slowly loosening as he did so. His green eyes were nailing me down, and I felt like crawling into a tiny ball. I shouldn’t have called him out, that much was obvious now, but I had already made my bed, and now I had to lie in it. He walked to me slowly, no look of remorse on his face as he neared me. Unfortunately he wouldn’t let his eyes leave mine, and I wanted to look away, but I knew that looking away would mean backing down. I wasn’t backing down. I had come too far to let him scare me away with just his gaze. Soon enough we were face to face, his sharp nose nearly touching mine, and his cool breath painting my lips. “Are you enjoying yourself?” He questioned, an unimpressed look acted as his facial expression, and I didn’t know how to reply. While I knew his words were only meant for me, everyone could hear them. He wasn’t shouting or screaming, but his voice was clear and strong. He wanted them to hear, but wasn’t going to be obvious about it like I had. “Do you find this funny or entertaining? Coming to a close friend’s house, and publicly humiliating me?” He nearly spat the words, a look of disgust now painted onto his face. My eyes left his as I finally took in the room. I had been so focused on getting here, that I didn’t actually realize whose house it was, I barely even noticed it was a house. I had just wanted to confront him so badly, that I didn’t take any of this into consideration. It was then that I noticed that Harry trying to leave wasn’t a means of escape, but he was trying to consider the owners of this beautiful house. Maybe if I had just followed them outside, I could have confronted him there, instead of in a room full of prodding eyes. My mouth went dry at his accusation, as a slight gasp of air left my mouth. I had to say something back, or I was going to look mighty foolish. After screaming him down, I should have something to say. “Why did you do this?” I cried, my head tilting to Amanda, who was watching our interaction closely. He rolled his eyes carelessly as he raised his hand to me, as if that would explain it all. “Y/N, shouldn’t what you’re doing right now give you the answer? You’re an overbearing, clingy, and unstable person. I don’t want to be with you anymore, simple as that.” He was so nonchalant about it, as if my feelings for him, or just my feelings in general didn’t matter. His words stung, and it hurt even more when I started to consider them myself. Was I unstable? Who would do this to themselves? Okay, sure this was crazy, but was it crazy enough for me to question my sanity? Surely not.

“Then you could’ve told me that. All you had to do was tell me that you were uncomfortable in our relationship, and that you rather that we’d not continue. But no I had to find out through my estranged family, who were basically gloating with joy through the telephone. They had been so happy to tell me that the boy that they hated, my boyfriend, was sneaking around with another girl.” My family, people who had loved and cherished me, until I started dating Harry a few years back. They hadn’t like him, and they had let it be known. However, I hadn’t cared about what they thought, and when they told me to choose, I chose him. Because to me who I dated shouldn’t make them love me more or love me less. I had been fearless and bold, and didn’t think about the consequences of having no family around. But now as I was slung over Mike’s shoulder, Harry’s face to mine, and my palms sweaty, I wish I had chosen differently. That thought had never crossed my mind before, but Harry’s betrayal made it quite easy to conjure up. “What, so you could go all ballistic on me? Y/N, you have problems, and I didn’t know what would’ve happened if I told you this while we were alone,” My eyebrows furrowed in confusion as I glanced around the room, and I noticed people nodding in understanding. What in the world was he talking about? Was he trying to make me look like I was crazy or something? He was trying to make me look like I was crazy! He wanted to make it seem as if he broke up with me, well cheated on me, because I was crazy or something. “I don’t want you, simple as that. But I was concerned for my safety, and didn’t want to tell you this while being alone with you. Our relationship has never been really strong in the first place, and I think your jealousy plays a huge part into that.” Yes, he was setting himself up to look like the victim, that much was obvious, but why did I have to be the crazy girlfriend? Surely he could’ve said something else to make himself look good, but unfortunately that wasn’t the case. “Jealousy?” I questioned softly, replaying the fact that I was probably the most laid back person when it came to Harry and other women. Of course that changes when I find out that he’s been cheating for a year, but I wasn’t like this.

I couldn’t be, as Harry had a lot of female friends. He was always out and about with them, and I never once complained. Not because I wanted to be a cool girlfriend, or didn’t want to be the nagging type, but because I truly felt comfortable with his female friends. I was never insecure when it came to them, because I knew he was my boyfriend, and that the other girls he hung out with shouldn’t matter. So why was he now acting as if I was this jealous, green eyes witch? I scoffed as I looked him in the eyes, shaking my head at his words. “Never have I once reacted with jealousy. You have a lot of female friends Harry, and I have never complained about you hanging out with them. Because it didn’t matter to me, you were mine and I was yours, I didn’t let insecurity rule me.” It was all I could say to defend myself, and try to discredit his earlier words. “Passive-Aggressiveness is as bad as full on aggressiveness, Y/N. You never seemed upset, but your subtle angriness was palpable. That actually scares me more. How could a person hide their anger so well, and do small things to hurt someone. I’d rather know when someone is upset with me, and not play this cruel game of ‘guess what I am feeling’, wondering when someone is going to strike.” He was really rubbing it in, trying to make it seem as if I was really this way. Like I was some overbearing, unstable, over-emotional, passive-aggressive girl who couldn’t handle her feelings. Is this what he truly thought about me?

“What is your problem Harry? Do you want to continue to look so good and innocent in front of your fans and media that you’d stoop to this? Do you really care about what they think so much, that you would bring yourself to be a liar? A liar who is also a cheater, someone who probably can’t look at himself in the mirror at night because his green eyes reflect his past sins of the day? If you want to be with Amanda then fine, but don’t make me the evil witch or villain in the process. You cheated with her, and we were together, plain and simple. You’re not the innocent one here, what you did is not okay, and it never will be,” I paused, not liking the attention that was on me, but I couldn’t stop. “I shouldn’t have done this, I shouldn’t have confronted you like this, but it was my only option. You stopped taking my phone calls, and you didn’t tell me you were on break from the tour. As I stated before I had to find out by my family, more specifically my sister, who was vacationing with her husband here. I had to fly all the way to Europe to finally hear from you, so my reaction is only to be appropriate. What did you think would happen when you finally got caught?” I snarled, and he just rolled his eyes. He knew what I said wouldn’t matter, as he was the famous one, and his thoughts was the only ones that mattered.

“I’d suggest you stop now, before you embarrass yourself even further. Your words don’t mean a thing Y/N, and you’re only hurting yourself right now. You’d want to dissipate now, before I say something that will break you.” His words were cold and cynical, only loud enough for me and Mike to hear, and I felt him flinch below me. However, I wasn’t backing down. Harry had turned away from me once again, finality in his stride as he wrapped his arm around Amanda again. I patted Mike’s shoulder, instructing him to let me down. He did so reluctantly, not sure what I was going to do next. He was almost out the door with Amanda and the boys when I spoke. “Well I guess it is my fault for having a relationship with a two-bit manwhore who can’t keep his dick in his pants.” The words left my mouth maliciously and this time, the entire room gasped. Harry froze once again, and instead of taking his time, he strode towards me with a purpose. I became nervous as he broke through the barrier that Mike provided, his body standing directly in front of me as he delivered his next few punches.

“I’m sorry that no one wants you Y/N. I don’t want you, your family doesn’t want you, you don’t have any friends, and that is just sad. You’re like a little broken girl who know one wants to take the time out to fix. Why? Because you’re useless and worthless, you’re just not important enough, no one loves you enough. I tried to help, I tried to endure your unworthiness, but I couldn’t. You’re just a waste of space, taking up oxygen, when you really shouldn’t be here at all. You have nothing going for you Y/N, no ambition, no drive, nothing. Who would want to be around you? All you do is drag people down, and try to drain them of their light. So, you want to come here and seek me out, make it be known that I am a cheater? Then yes, I am, I am a cheater. But you made me so unhappy, every day I itched to get away from you, I wanted to peel my skin after feeling your touch, wanted to burn my mouth after kissing you. Quite simply Y/N, I hate you, and so does everyone else,” He paused as I started shaking my head, tears pouring down my cheeks as he smirked at me.

“Oh but it is true,” He mocked as he advanced towards me intimidatingly, separating the crowd that had formed around us as he backed me into a wall. “Nobody wants you around, Y/N. Why don’t you do us all a favor, and put us out of our misery?” He questioned with menace, confusing and hurting me to no end. “What do you mean?” I chocked out, my eyebrows furrowed in bewilderment. Salty tears continued to stream down my face, landing in the corners of my now cracked and dry lips, burning the raw flesh painfully. He leaned in closer to me, his lips pressed to my ear, pearly white teeth grazing the top of my lobe as the bloodthirsty words spewed from his mouth. “Jump off a high bridge, with a short rope,” A sharp intake of air left my mouth, and then he pulled away, his eyes staring me down. “No one would care anyway, nobody loves you Y/N.” With his final words he turned away from me for the third time, but this time I didn’t try to stop him. I didn’t call out his name, or insult him, I just watched him walk away with his new girlfriend and his friends. Thoughts began to run in my mind at different variants of speed. Had what he said been true? Of course it had. My family didn’t love me, they had even been happy to gloat about the fact that my boyfriend cheated on me. Harry obviously didn’t love me, which was as factual as the sun is yellow, and that it sets so the moon can come out at night. I didn’t have any friends, I thought I did, but any friends I had all came through Harry. Everything led back to Harry, my Harry, someone who was now no longer there. So who did that leave me with? No one. The startling realization almost brought me to my knees. I had no one, there was not one person in the world who wanted to be around me, and that was a scary thought. Why didn’t I just do the world and myself a favor, and end it all, it’s not like it would matter anyway.

With that being my mindset I made my way out of the crowded house, everyone’s eyes on me as I did so. I hitched a taxi ride, instructing them to drop me off at one of the busiest streets in London. After looking at me with confusion the taxi driver drove me there, and then dropped me off after I paid him the correct amount of funds. I stood on the sidewalk of the street, watching as the cars drove by, hearing the sound of metal speeding at an unknown rate known to mankind. “Nobody wants you around Y/N.” His words were like a mantra as I stepped out onto the busy street, my eyes set on an 18 wheeler that was going the full speed limit. Tears poured down my face as I said goodbye to it all. “I hope this makes you happy Harry,” I paused as the bright lights of the 18 wheeler blinded me. “I’m sorry that I couldn’t.” The words left my mouth, just as the metal of the large vehicle made contact with my body.

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Can you make an imagine similar to in her arms with an alternate more heartbreaking ending for the reader aka (she gets really depressed and tries killing herself)

I can try, I’m not sure how it’ll turn out though, as I have never written anything like it before. :) 

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"In Her Arms”

This is the next one loves, I hope you enjoy it. I’m just trying to get a few out there, so I hope these are okay. I love you all, and I am so sorry for my long leave of absence. Okay, here it is!

Harry Styles

Word Count: 1,332

Had they known? Had they all known? They had to, if not they wouldn’t all be looking at me with this pitiful look. They would be surprised like me if they hadn’t known, they would try to come and wrap me in their arms if they hadn’t known, but for Pete’s sake they all knew. They all knew that my boyfriend of two years had been cheating on me since he had left for tour almost a year ago, and none of them had decided that it was important to tell me. Which was why I had thought it was a good idea to come out to one of his shows and surprise him. Only to be surprised by him and his roadie girlfriend, that I knew nothing of. Now we were standing in a room full of people who knew about his infidelity. Could I even call it that if we weren’t married? Well we are exclusive, so I suppose I could. How could he look at me like that right now, like I had did something wrong? He hasn’t tried to apologize yet, he hasn’t even stepped towards me. He just continues to hold a skinny blonde in his arms, a protective arm around her waist, as he places sweet little kisses onto her soft hairline.

“Okay, let’s just step away from this for a bit, Y/N, love come with me,” Liam’s voice entered my ears, and for the first time since I entered the backstage area I looked at someone else other than Harry. Again this room was filled with people, not just Harry’s bandmates, but people who traveled on the road with them year round. People who I thought I could trust, but obviously that wasn’t the case. These people didn’t love nor care for me, because if they did, they wouldn’t have done this. “Y/N, come on we’re going to go to my dressing room-” Niall was speaking now but I cut him off. “NO!” I spoke for the first time since I had saw him, and while everyone had already been still, my voice seemed to shock them to place. It had been raw, primal, and more than vulnerable. I even scared myself a little, and I almost immediately apologized to Niall, but I thought better of it. “I am not going anywhere with either of you,” I sighed as my eyes flickered over to Liam, Niall, Louis, and Zayn, they seemed to be sorry. “Why didn’t anyone tell me? Why didn’t any of you pick up a phone and call me? I have talked to every single person in this room over a dozen times, yet no one had the decency to call and tell me that my boyfriend was screwing around with another girl!?” It was silent once again, no one moved, and no one spoke a word, that being everyone but Harry’s mistress. She sighed as she removed herself from Harry’s grip, her blue eyes boring into mine as a small and pink smirk found its way onto her face. She was beautiful. Short and simple, just beautiful. The way her eyes sparkled with deviousness, the sharp and angular structure of her face, her lithe but tone body, and her long and thick blonde hair. I didn’t stand a chance, and my little outburst now seemed stupid and almost inept. Just the way she stood held more power than my outburst, and that was scary. “Stop being overdramatic babe, I’m sorry about how you found out, but don’t make this any harder on yourself,” I would’ve expected a cockiness tone to her voice, but instead it was sickeningly sweet. “No one called you because we asked them not to, it would’ve been awkward to put them in that situation, and we wanted to tell you ourselves.” This time when she spoke Harry stepped up beside her, taking her small hand into his large one. Even their hands fit together perfectly.

I gulped harshly, feeling as if scorched sandpaper was stuck in my now tight throat. Why did I feel so shameful now? Everyone was staring at me, awaiting my response and I didn’t know what to say. “No matter how you wanted me to find out, Harry knew that this would’ve hurt regardless. So it would’ve been really helpful if the people that I considered loved ones, would’ve told me what was going on behind my back.” Why was I trying to prove my case? I hadn’t done anything wrong, had I? This incompetent child thing had to stop. “We’re sorry okay, really sorry, you look like you need a hug. I’ll come give you a hug,” The girl loosened Harry’s hold on her hand, walked over to me, and literally enveloped me into a hug. She began to rub my hair slowly, from the top of my head, down to the middle of my back. Any shred of dignity that I had left was plucked away from me when I reciprocated. I actually wrapped my arms around her tiny waist, burying my head into her chest, as sobs began to rack in my own. “There, there babe, it is all going to be okay, I promise. You’re going to find someone who treats you right, someone who really deserves you, who really loves you. You just have to keep your head up, and wait for it. Think about it this way, if he was willing to forget about you as soon as he went on tour, then do you really want to be with him?” She pulled away from me, awaiting my answer, and I firmly shook my head. I didn’t want to be with a guy who wouldn’t even give me a second thought when he left. I didn’t want to love a guy who didn’t love me. And for Pete’s sake I didn’t ever want to end up in this situation again! Crying in the arms of the mistress who cheated with my boyfriend, a girl whose name I didn’t even know. She let go of me completely a few seconds later, placing a kiss on my forehead, and then unknowingly sauntering away to my boyfriend… ex-boyfriend.

I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me whole and to never spit me out. Everyone was looking at me, trying to figure out what I was going to do next, and honestly I couldn’t tell you myself. What was I supposed to do? Scream more? Cry more? Fight more? Ask him why? Try to get him to say sorry? He hadn’t even spoken to me once, not once! I just wanted to act as if this hadn’t happened, like our relationship never happened. Then I wouldn’t be here, experiencing a thing called heartbreak in front of hundreds of people. I turned my attention to the four boys I have gotten to know over the past couple of years, and I felt like crying again. They had been like my brothers, over-protective, sweet, caring, and kind. Yet when I needed them most, they all failed. I guess it was my fault to put so much faith in them. “Can one of you give me a ride to the airport?” I questioned, all four of them advancing towards me immediately. I wouldn’t have asked, but I knew that the streets were going to be crazy considering their concert had only ended a couple of hours ago. I had stayed backstage with one of the bodyguards, patiently waiting for them to do their meet and greet, and that is when I saw Harry and his new girlfriend.  “Yea love, no problem, let’s go.” Liam was now by my side, picking up my bags that I had packed excitedly. I left the venue with a broken heart, and an unsettled mind. No wonder he wanted her, it had felt like Christmas in her arms, who could leave that behind? He sure couldn’t, because when I left, he was still standing there. In her arms.

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“How Deep Is Your Love”

Hello loves! I am going to try and keep this going, updating a couple of times a week. I have a lot to catch up on, so please send in some ideas. I’ll be on break from school for about another week, so my schedule is pretty open right now. I am happy to be back, and I want to relish in it, so yea! I love you guys, and I hope you enjoy this imagine!

Liam Payne

Word Count: 5,290

When out with Liam, is my equivalent to When in Rome. However, mine isn’t necessarily about letting go and having fun, but more of knowing what to do and what to say. How to act and how to walk. Don’t talk to the paparazzi, don’t over share with fans but be nice, and don’t seem fake. So many rules to be with one person, yet not being with him never crosses my mind. I wouldn’t change it for anything, no matter how hard it got, that was definite. However, my love for him was always questioned. By his family, by his band mates, by the media, by his fans, and most importantly, by him. No matter what I did to show how much I loved Liam Payne, none of it mattered. His family didn’t think I was genuine, his band mates thought I was a fortune seeker, and the fans added on by saying that I was so fake that Barbie was jealous. It was quite hard being with someone, when no one thought that I didn’t want to be with him for genuine reasons. Normally that wouldn’t matter, but when he started to believe the rumors too, the feeling got worse.

“Liam, Liam over here! Can we get a picture of you and the missus together?” A photographer asked as we passed by them. We were supposed to be heading into the building now, but knowing Liam he wouldn’t go into the building until he absolutely need to. He grabbed my hand, pulling me closer to him so he could wrap his arm around my waist. I leaned into his side slightly as I smiled, him doing the same. After taking more than a dozen more pictures, we finally made our way in to the building where the American Music Awards were being held. As soon as we walked in we were confronted by the rest of his bandmates, all of whom immediately gave me a look. It wasn’t till we were almost to our seats that I noticed that it probably looked as if I had convinced Liam to stay out longer, so that I could get more pictures taken. However, Liam had been the one that wanted to take more pictures. “I’m going to go freshen up before the show starts.” I whispered into Liam’s ear. “Hurry back babe.” He replied before kissing me on the lips, and then I was off. I quickly walked through crowds of people, some of them celebrities, while others were fans of those said celebrities. When I finally made it to the rest room I placed my clutch onto the sink, digging for my red lipstick. I took it out along with my mascara, my foundation, and then some mouthwash. I swiped off the slight perspiration that had built up on my forehead, and was about to reapply my foundation when someone in the stall behind me flushed the toilet and walked out. I paid absolutely no mind to the person until they called out my name. “Hey, you’re Y/N right?” Demi Lovato questioned as she stood beside me with a megawatt smile, her perfect and white teeth nearly blinding me. “Yea… How do you know that?” I questioned confused, momentarily forgetting that I was dating a super famous celebrity. “Well you’re only dating 1/5th of the world’s biggest boy band.” She explained sarcastically as she began to wash her hands, and I returned her smile. I like her. “Oh yeah, I forgot about that.” We were now laughing softly, me leaning against the restroom counter as she dried off her hands, now reaching for my lipstick. “Do you mind?” She questioned, and I shook my head nonchalantly. She pushed the lipstick out of its tube before dabbing her clean index finger onto its point, taking more than enough so she wouldn’t have to repeat the process. Surely and confidently she dotted the lipstick onto her lips, before smoothing it out, and turning towards me with a popping sound.

“Hey I might sell this on EBay so…” I joked as she chuckled once more, running a hand through her short and black hair. “Hey I have a serious question for you,” She explained and I nodded my head, interested in what she was saying. “You’re an interior designer right?” She questioned and I almost let out a deflated sound. Yes, I was an interior designer. I went to school for it and everything, but I always strayed away from celebrity clients. It always got messy when it came to Liam and I’s relationship as his fans claimed that I was only dating him for clientele. “So you’re not an interior designer…” She trailed off uncertain, and I let out a bitter laugh. “No its just I’ve only ever had a couple of celebrity clients, and while it was great, it’s just kind of awkward.” I was trying to dodge the bullet, but I knew she could see through me. She cocked a hip against the counter just like me, but she crossed her arms as well. “How so?” She prodded and I gave in. “It’s kind of taken the wrong way when Liam’s family, friends, or fans see it. They all think that I am trying to use him, but in reality that isn’t the case at all. I’ve seen how it turns out when I have celebrity clients, and their reactions is never good.” I confessed to a girl I barely know. “Hey, no offense to Liam or his family or whatever but you’re also a person who works. Don’t you need money to live as well, and if you’re not with him for his money, then you have to work. How else are you going to live? That makes no sense!” She now seemed agitated herself, and I couldn’t withhold my amusement. She was right though, how did they not want me to live off of him, but then also didn’t want me to have any celebrity clients? I mean they did pay pretty well, and are always looking for a few home upgrades, which is why I never run out of anything to do when it comes to them. With a deep breath I reached back into my clutch, and pulled out a few of my business cards. “Take these.” I handed them over to her with a new look on things. I could work with who I wanted to, and I didn’t care who said anything about it.

“Could I put them to good use?” She questioned excitedly, and I nodded happily. “Yes, but only on one condition. I want to do your house first before you spread them around. I don’t want you to give them out because I’m Liam Payne’s girlfriend, but I want them to go out on my own merit.” I gave her my conditions and she agreed. Five minutes later we exchanged numbers, and were leaving the restroom together. “Could I go and give the boys a quick shout?” She asked for my permission as we made our way back into the room where the event was being held, and I almost chuckled at her. “Of course you can, don’t be ridiculous.” While my response was lighthearted, I was happy that she was considering my feelings. She probably didn’t want them to get the wrong idea. I will forever be known as the user.

We made it back to my table, and the guys immediately leaped up to give the dark haired beauty a hug. “You’ve got a keeper Liam, you better take really good care of her.” How had we became so close in the span of 15 minutes? “I will love, trust me.” Liam replied assuredly, but who knew only a few short months later those words would be tested?

I walked through the doorway of Liam’s apartment, feeling as if a migraine was slowly settling onto my cranium. Sighing I kicked his front door closed, my Erin Condren planner nearly falling from my hands in the process. “Liam, babe are you home?!” I shouted loudly, trying to get his attention. I sluggishly set my planner down, resulting in photos of a new apartment I was decorating to fall out. I was bending down to pick them up when I noticed that one of the photos looked great under a certain lighting. I licked my lip in concentration as I tilted my head, hissing softly as I did so. Was it the light bulb above me, or the window beside me? I then got down onto the floor, laying on my front, before turning onto my back. I picked the photo up and placed it on my stomach, before doing a belly roll. I almost smirked when I figured out it was the window. Tina had said she wanted a bit more of an open concept in her kitchen. A few ceiling to floor windows around the door that led to her backyard would do the trick. She could also put some windows above her sink counter, but she would lose cabinet space. But it did open up the room more. And maybe even a few hanging lights above the sink, placed at an appropriate level obviously. She also did say that she wanted a homier feel, so maybe a farmhouse sink, or a drop in sink so there would still be two parts. When I say Tina, I mean Tina Fey. The most hilarious and beautiful woman I have ever met, it also does help that she is so sweet.

Over the last couple of months work has been raining like cats and dogs. And most of it was celebrity clientele. After doing some work to Demi’s house, she loved it and spread the word like wildfire. Instagram, Twitter, Facebook, the cards I gave to her, you name it. It had started off slowly at first, but then I found myself at Leonardo Dicaprio and Brangelina’s house in the same week. Business was doing well to say the least, but my relationship not so much. The more work I did for celebrities, the more hate I got about it. Even my own family begin questioning my motives, and that was the hardest part of all. However, Liam never said a thing. He was okay with it as long as we didn’t talk about it. Unfortunately I didn’t have the luxury of coming home, and spill my guts about how my day went to my boyfriend. He didn’t want to hear about it, and though he never voiced it, I knew that he didn’t. I know it made him feel uncomfortable, and probably made him question our relationship, but that wasn’t stopping me. Should I stop doing something I love because it makes me seem fake? If he felt that way then he was going to have to say something, I wasn’t going to stop just because I figured it was upsetting to him. If he wanted me to stop then he would have to speak up, and boy did he.

Liam had been agitated the whole time we were getting ready, I could tell that much by the distance he had put between us. We were getting ready for Harry’s 22nd birthday party, something that I hadn’t actually been invited to, Liam was just allowed a plus one. “What is the color scheme?” I asked Liam, knowing that if I had asked in advance that I could’ve bought a new outfit. But I hadn’t exactly had the time considering my schedule. “How am I supposed to know crap like that?” He asked astonished, and I just rolled my eyes. “Well excuse me princess, what has got your panties in a twist?” I asked teasingly, but not even a smile graced his face. “Well I’ll just ask Demi, I think she is at the party already.” I was talking more to myself, not paying my boyfriend of a few years any mind, but all of my attention was on him when a loud bark of laughter escaped his body. “Did you really just name drop,” He questioned and I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, not understanding what was going on. “You’re talking as if you know her, you’ve only met her a couple of times, Y/N.” Liam shook his head at me as he slipped into a pair of simple looking, but very expensive sneakers. I snorted at him as I ran a hand through my hair. “I’ve also, oh I don’t know, redecorated her house. I mean we’re kind of good friends.” I stated, reminding him of the fact that Demi had come over more than a couple of times, and that we even double dated with her and her boyfriend Wilmer. Who by the way was freaking awesome!

“Okay then like why are you still standing here,” He questioned, before slapping an over the top smile on his face. “Go and like text your bestie!” He did a pop filled imitation of my voice, clapping his hands like an over excited schoolgirl, before dropping the act with an unimpressed look. “Whatever Liam.” I sighed over my shoulder before walking back into the bathroom, doing my nude makeup, and texting Demi about the color scheme.

“I’m happy you finally made it mate, what took you so long?!” Harry greeted us as we walked through the doors of the club he rented out for tonight, shouting over the music so we could hear him. “Wasn’t me mate, talk to Y/N on that one!” Liam shouted back and I almost shrink in embarrassment. Great your friends already hate me, just make it worse why don’t you? Harry’s eyes flickered over to me, and then back to Liam. “Of course she is the problem, isn’t she always?” He hadn’t said the words very loudly, but I could hear them clearly through the music. I could even hear the chuckle that Liam replied with, and that is when I decided to leave the two behind. “I’m going to go and find Demi, happy birthday Harry,” I paused before leaning in to give him a short hug. I turned towards Liam and placed a short kiss on his mouth, wiping off the lipstick that had rubbed off onto his lips. “Text me when you want to meet up again.” I talked into his ear, not wanting to shout. He nodded along, but I knew he wasn’t going to text me. We would probably spend this entire party apart. I was walking away when I noticed I hadn’t told him I loved him, and was almost back to them when I heard Harry speak.

“Was it like kissing Poison Ivy?” Harry joked as his emerald eyes twinkled with mischief. I shook my head, not worrying about his comment, until I saw Liam agree with him. “Yea, but at least Robin had rubber lips to protect him. I got the kiss of death instead, and my lips still burn.” They both laughed at my expense, paying no mind to the fact that I was a human being who had feelings. I didn’t end up telling Liam I loved him, instead I went off to meet Demi and we partied the night away. We mingled and she told more people about my interior design business. The only time I had to chat with any of the boys was when it was time for Harry to blow out his candles. Besides that I didn’t intentionally try to talk to them, and I enjoyed my night. If Liam was going to be mean, then I was going to ignore him. I had just bid Demi farewell when Liam appeared beside me, a surprisingly non-intoxicated smile etched onto his face. There was only about a dozen of people left at the party now, as it had neared 4 am, and it was about time to pass out. “Are you ready to go?” By the tone of his voice, that smile obviously wasn’t for me. “Yea, I’m about ready to pass out.” I confessed, leaning on him to take off the heels that had been on my feet since 7 pm, the night before. Liam moved from under my grasp, nearly making me fall at an awkward angle, but thankfully I caught myself. “Thanks for nothing.” I sighed exasperated, not feeling up to his foolishness. “You’re very welcome,” He replied bitterly. “Anyway Niall and Harry are sleeping over at mine, and we’ll be stopping for something to eat on the way.” He informed me, as I realized two things. That I was actually very hungry as well. And that the two were probably drunk off their behinds. Liam was usually one to join in with them, but I guess tonight he didn’t. However, taking care of two drunk people, did sound more appealing than taking care of three.

I grabbed my purse and my phone from the table I had been sitting at with Demi. I was tempted to wrap my arm around Liam’s and lay my head on his shoulder as we walked, but decided against it as I knew it would turn out with me being embarrassed. Niall and Harry stood by the back entrance, and we all filed out the door in a single line. Due to the club’s cut off back entrance, there was no paparazzi. Whoever had created this club had been really smart, as a high brick wall covered the entire back pavilion. The only way to get to the back pavilion, was to get in through the front entrance. This provided total security and privacy to drunk off their behinds celebrities, and I also had to give my kudos to whoever designed the place. While Harry’s black and white color scheme had made it seem sleeker than it was, the building had an automatic classic feel to it. We all settled into Liam’s car, buckled up our seatbelts, and drove out of the pavilion, leaving our protection behind. There was a few paparazzi scattered around the club, but due to Liam’s tinted windows it was nearly impossible to see us. They still took pictures regardless, remembering the model of Liam’s car, but I’m pretty sure it was useless. About 15 minutes later we found a nearby McDonalds, and my stomach was happy to say the least. I leaned my head against the headrest and ran a hand through my now knotted hair, as Niall and Harry told Liam what they wanted. It was when Liam started to order that I started to dig around in my purse, so I could get my form of payment. The funny thing is, is that there was no form of payment. What had happened to my wallet? “Are you ordering,” My boyfriend asked, an impatient look painted across his face. I probably forgot my wallet at home. I usually make sure that when I switch purses, I always switch my wallet first. But Liam was rushing me, and I didn’t have much time, even though he had told Harry a different story. Well I could ask him to buy my food, but there is no way in the world I was going to be doing that. For the entirety of our relationship he had always been the gentlemen, paying for me when we went on dates and such, but I had a feeling that considering this little “rough patch” we were going through he wouldn’t want to foot my bill.

But I was hungry. I hadn’t ate all day yesterday as I had been busy designing something before Harry’s party. Time had slipped away from me, and there hadn’t been much food at Harry’s party, just cake and appetizers. Well I could always cook something when we get to his house. I think an early-early breakfast would be sufficient. “Y/N, the lady is waiting, are you ordering or not?” He questioned annoyed, as the boys snickered behind us. “No I’ll just cook me something later.” He nodded to my answer uninterested, as he told the lady that was all. He pulled up to the paying window, where he handed her his card. Great, he had been paying for everything! I guess a closed mouth really doesn’t get fed. After driving up to the last window Liam received the food, and we started heading towards his house. At least that is what I thought until I noticed he was taking another familiar route. “Why are we heading towards mine?” I asked confusedly, removing my attention from the still darkened sky. “Because I’m dropping you home.” He had stated it as if it was obvious, but it was anything but. 90% of my time was spent at Liam’s house, and the last 10% was spent school. Everything I owned was at his house, I even had a drawer in his bathroom cabinet for my hair products. I had shampoo, conditioner, body wash, shaving cream, and a razor inside of his shower. I had feminine products tucked away in the bathroom as well, and we have electronic his and hers toothbrush set. Yes, those exist! Overused shower caps littered throughout his house as well, so this didn’t make any sense. We never spent a night apart if we had anything to say about it. We’d stay up playing board games, talking, making late night snacks, and just being with one another. And I know it sounds crazy to expect that considering our current situation, but Liam was usually passive-aggressive. Our arguments or fights were pretty silent, and would end quickly, we never said or did things one another to be mean or ugly. However, this seemed to be made to hurt me.

“Why are you dropping me home?” I know, I know, avoiding the obvious. I guess I just wanted him to say it. I wanted him to say that he was upset, and then I wanted him to say why. This jerk was upset because I was working with celebrities, and instead of being straight forward about it, he was just being mean. But instead of getting an answer from him, I got it from a certain blonde Irishman. “Because he doesn’t want you at his house, who could blame him?” While Niall always opted to put his two cents in, he was never that blunt, I guess he couldn’t hold his alcohol that great. Or maybe he could if he drunk a lot, I’m not quite sure how that works. “Niall shut your mouth, would you mate?” Liam questioned uneasily, his eyes flickering over to me for a few seconds. He seemed concerned. “Going home isn’t a problem, but we’ll still have to go to your place. I need to get my car.” I reminded him of the fact that my car was sitting in his driveway, and then when we reached a stop sign, he turned towards me fully. “Where would you be going at 4:30 in the morning?” He questioned suspiciously, his furry eyebrows furrowing as he scrutinized me. What a nerve. “It doesn’t matter where I am going, I need to get my vehicle. A vehicle that I pay for, thank you very much.” Just as I had replied, he pulled away from the stop sign, taking a left instead of a right. We were now en-route to his. “Well excuse me for wondering where my girlfriend may be going in the middle of the night. It is not uncommon for a boyfriend to do such a thing, I guess worrying about your safety isn’t a requirement on your list.” Oh, now he was my boyfriend, I could hardly remember the last time he acted like one. “Well if you must know, I have to go grocery shopping. Since I’m always at your place I don’t buy perishable foods, and I am hungry beyond belief right now.” I explained thoroughly, not understanding why I felt the need to. He should be worried, he was the one who was being a jerk. Should I even be considering his feelings right now? “That is why I asked if you were hungry when we were at McDonalds. Why didn’t you get anything?” He asked, paying careful attention to the road, but looking back over to me as well. Might as well get it out. “Because I forgot my wallet in my other purse, oh I’ll need to get that from yours as well. Anyway I forgot it, and I didn’t want to ask you to buy me food,” I let out as he looked at me as if I was crazy. “No, do not give me that look. Something has been going on with you lately, and I didn’t want you to say anything about me leaving my wallet at home. More than that I didn’t want to actually hear you reject me. Don’t worry about it, it’s done with now. Let’s just get to your house so I can go and get my groceries.” I admit shopping right now probably seems stupid, but it would take my mind off of my broken relationship for a second. I also was very hungry.

When we made it to Liam’s house he took the boys out of his car, brought them to separate guest rooms, and set them up with their food and a few aspirins. While he did that I got my wallet, and started packing up a few things to take home with me. I literally kept almost everything at Liam’s house, and if I didn’t pack, I wouldn’t have anything to wear. Liam was now in the bathroom brushing his teeth, probably getting rid of the taste of sweet cake and slight alcohol. “Alright I’ve got everything I need, I’m going to get going.” I spoke to him over the noise of the sink’s water. It was now nearing 6:00 am, and it was more likely that smaller grocery stores would be open now. As I didn’t feel like making my way over to Walmart. Sure it was probably empty at this time, but the size of the store in general was tiring. Liam stepped out of the bathroom, patting his mouth with a hand towel. “How much did you pack?” He questioned uneasily as he made his way over to my bag, looking for himself even though he just asked me.

“Well I don’t know, I didn’t pack too much. But if I need more then I’ll come back and get some.” I didn’t want to have to come back and get more. Coming back for more clothes would be insinuating that I wasn’t welcomed at his anymore. We weren’t supposed to be moving backwards in our relationship, but forward. A sigh fell from his lips as he sat on the edge of his bed, placing a hand on top of my bag. “C’mere love,” Liam held out his hand towards me, instructing me to take it, and I did. I was now sat on his lap with his arms wrapped around me, and his face nuzzled in my neck. “I think we need to have a little chat about something…” He trailed off as he pulled away from my neck to see my face. “Oh you think so captain obvious? You’ve been acting like your panties have been in a twist for the last couple of months.” I know I was supposed to be serious, but I didn’t want him to think I was too upset about it. Because I’m really not. What he did was hurtful, but I hadn’t let his foolishness over ride my love for him. Yes he was being an insensitive jerk who was only concerned for his own feelings, but we’re all human.

“Yea I know, I sometimes just do things before I think. I really hadn’t planned on treating you the way I did, I’m so sorry. It’s just hard for me to adjust to all the new things going on in your life, and instead of telling you how I felt I just let it build up over a couple of months. I didn’t mean to make you feel as if I wouldn’t buy you breakfast or anything else for that matter, that is when I know I crossed the line.” I was now playing with his thick hair, placing little kisses on his face before rubbing my nose against his. “While I don’t like what you did and I think it was a whole new level of immaturity, I obviously forgive you,” I informed him as he smiled up at me, but I wasn’t quite finished. “But you can’t act like that every time I get a new celebrity client. I mean I want to take your feelings into consideration, but you should know that I would never use you. I just need my own means of an income, and interior designing is something that I love. Just like you love to sing-” I had been rambling before he cut me off with a raised finger. “Wait you thought I was upset because you were working with celebrities?” He questioned confused. “Well yea, I mean you’re upset because I’m working with famous people right?” If not then why was he upset? Liam started laughing at my assumption as he shook his head. “Why would I be mad about that? Who you’re working for/with doesn’t bother me, I guess it’s the fact that you’re always gone that bothers me. I know it sounds stupid considering the fact that I’m not home the majority of the year, but it is how I feel.” He admitted guiltily and I just sighed. “Liam I’ve always worked, what changes this now? You’ve never felt this way before.” The boy who often acted like a father to his band, was now staring up at me like a child. “It’s because you’re always gone, there is always something exciting for you to be doing. You’re meeting new people, making new friends, and I feel as if I’m not good enough anymore. One day you’ll get tired of me, and some other bloke will sweep in. We’ve been together for a while now, and I’m not quite sure how I’ll cope without you.” He sounded so vulnerable, almost broken, and I didn’t know what to say.

How could he, a loving and genuine boy think that I was going to get bored with him? Not to mention the fact that he was 1/5 of a world famous boyband, duh! “Liam I love you so much, my job will never make me reconsider that. Yes things have been a bit hectic the last couple of months, but I love what I do, just as you love your job. But while I love it, I love you more. I don’t want you to feel as if I could ever leave you behind, you’re my present and my future baby, not my past.” Was it silly to think that I didn’t even know he had such insecurities? I had always been the one who worried about such crazy things, but I never voiced that to him, because I knew what he would say. That I was crazy, and that it wouldn’t ever happened. We sat there for a while in silence, neither of us speaking or moving. Eventually we moved to a laying position, him on his back while I was pulled into his side. My head rested on his chest, and I could feel sleepiness overtaking my body. It wasn’t until I was almost in lala land that I heard him speak. “How deep is your love?” I wasn’t sure if he actually had intended for me to hear, if it was just a thought that had escaped his mind, but I answered anyway. “Deeper than you could ever imagine.”

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“No Darling I Could’ve Lost You”

HIIIII!!! Oh my gosh, it has been so long, I think eight months actually. Well before posting this I had wrote a long post explaining why I went MIA, and then i deleted it. I figured no one would want to read a long post about someone’s life who is basically irrelevant, sorry not sorry. Okay, so I decided I would quickly describe it here, and then smooth it over with a new post, LOL. When I started this account I was getting ready to graduate from high school, I was 15 at the time. The last post I made was in September, the same month as my 16th birthday, and that was the age I needed to be to be able to graduate in a certain program. I was in the program for about a month when I started testing to graduate, and I had to schedule my test far apart so I could have enough time to study for each one long enough. I took my last test in December and I graduated on December 17th. I then started college in the Spring of 2016, and it has been crazy. I know it is no excuse, as I left without a word, but guys things were crazy. I’m 16, and there is a lot I am trying to figure out. This blog just kind of slipped from my main focus, but I always thought about it, which resulted in me writing in my free time. I may have stopped posting, but I never stopped writing. SO with that being said, here is one of my new imagines! I love you all so much! And I just want to take things slow, as I am attending college for the summer semester and working as well, so things are still hectic. But I just wanted to start posting again. And requests are open, I love writing for you guys! 

NIall Horan

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A year ago when I married Niall Horan, a lad who came from Mullingar, I didn’t think of the fact that I was also marrying a famous superstar who had millions of dollars in his possession. Which is why the word money never came out of my mouth, and is the same reason why I insisted on having separate banking accounts, and having a prenuptial agreement signed. He said I had been crazy, that my money was his, and his money was mine; ours. I only laughed at him, telling him how foolish he was. My teacher’s salary could never live up to what he brought in, and I didn’t want the lines to get blurred. I loved him and he loved me, but money always seemed to mess things up. But then life happened, there was things I couldn’t afford and unfortunately I had to lean on him for. My dad had an intestine transplant during the first three months of our marriage, and he found out that I was helping my mom pay for it.  When I told him that I was fine, and that I didn’t need his help he got offended. He had said he was my husband, and that he was there for these type of things. An intestine transplant cost over a million dollars. Then after this, little things began to happen, a house mortgage here, a family member’s overdue bill there, and I hated it. They would attack Niall at family get-togethers, asking him for this, begging him for that. He always did it, he always gave it to them, and I asked him to stop. I didn’t marry him for his money, and they were sure making it seem like it. He would just laugh me off saying, “I know baby, you’re not that type of person. But if I can help, I want to help, I love the fact that I am actually able to. Let me enjoy it for a bit, yea?”

He said for a bit, but it never ended, and while he had more than enough money, it wasn’t right. This wasn’t what I wanted, and I was happy that he understood that. Well I thought he understood that.

“Niall babe whose car is outside,” I asked as I stepped into our house, immediately kicking off my crochet flats. “I thought it was Kevin but what would he be doing here- oh hello Kevin!” I greeted Niall’s banking accountant when I made my way into the living room. There sat Niall and Kevin, who had a thick stack of papers stuck into a manila folder. He sent me a small smile with no greeting, which was unusual for him. Kevin was always quite nice to be honest, and always offered me a hug when I accompanied Niall to go meet him. However, both men sat there with unimpressed looks on their faces. “Is something wrong?” I asked timidly as I placed my things down into a nearby love seat, and made my way over to Niall. I had intended on sitting down beside him, but I was rejected when he scooted over towards Kevin. What was that? “Niall are you okay?” I asked softly, my voice betraying a bit of the hurt I felt. I was also probably red in the face since Kevin witnessed Niall’s rejection. He finally turned towards me, disgust written on his face as he examined me. A snort escaped him as he rolled his eyes. “Yea Y/N I’m just peachy, what in the hell do you think?!” He shouted making me flinch and scaring me all the same.

Niall never talked like this, ever. Sure we’ve had our arguments before, but there was never screaming involved. Naturally he cursed a lot when things were heated, but he has never shouted at me, ever. To say that I was scared was an understatement, as I wasn’t prepared for his harshness. I decided to retract our closeness, and made it over to where I had placed my things. I picked up my AEO tote and placed it on the ground beside me, setting it on top of my teacher planner. Niall flicked his hand towards Kevin, signaling the man who was in his early 30’s to talk. “Hi Mrs. Horan,” He finally greeted me, as I nodded in response. “Um as you can see Mr. Horan is a bit upset.” He commented the obvious as I nodded once more, my eyes flickering over to my husband. He looked both agitated and annoyed, and it seemed like it was meant for me. Had I done something to make him angry? I had been at work all day, teaching kindergarteners, what could I have done from so far away? Did he maybe call and I didn’t answer? At the thought I reached down into my bag, plucking out my phone to see that I had 10 missed calls from him. I was about to ask him if this is what was wrong, but he spoke up before I could. “Bloody hell Kevin, she doesn’t even care! Look at her she’s playing on her phone, I told you doing this would be a waste of time. I already know the truth!” His Irish accent was thick with anger, and I wanted to defend myself, but I was too scared to do so. Kevin sighed as he stood up, and plucked my locked iPhone from my hands. “Please listen carefully Y/N, this is very important.” Kevin explained slowly, talking as if I was one of the children that I had been teaching earlier. But instead of replying I just nodded my head, still trying to figure out why Niall had been so angry with me. Maybe listening would be a good idea. “I called Niall up this afternoon because some weird spending activity had been going on with his account.” Kevin informed me as I looked at him dumbfounded. “That’s got to be wrong, Niall is a great steward over his money. He isn’t one to spend lavishly.” I defended him like he was a child who had got caught stealing a candy from the store. “We know.” Niall and Kevin both said in unison, which was both cool and weird.

I scooted to the edge of my seat, crossing my feet at the ankles, and beginning to twiddle my thumbs. “So what is the problem, how much of it is gone?” I questioned, now worried. If he hadn’t been spending money from his account, then that meant someone else was, and that was bad. Not only had they somehow managed to break into something so personal, but they also stole his hard earned money. Money that made him stay away for months at a time, money that made him sing on stage for two hours and then have to go backstage and meet fans, money that made him sleep in a different place almost every night, and money that made him tired to the bone. I was awaiting Kevin’s response, but Niall talked instead. “Please Y/N, don’t act as if you don’t know how much is missing.” He snorted sarcastically, and I looked over at him in confusion. “What do you mean?” How would I know how much is missing? That makes absolutely no- Wait! “Wait a second, you think I stole the money?” I asked confusedly, almost laughing as I did so. This had to be a joke, a bit fat joke. “Ding, ding, ding, ding ladies and gentlemen the gold digger has finally figured it out!” He shouted loudly as he leaned forward in his seat, resulting in me releasing a deep breath. Had he really just called me that? Had he really just accused me of something so vile?

“Why would you say that? No, why would you think that, what is wrong with you Niall?” My voice broke as I spoke, as it was so thick with emotion. I unknowingly raised my hand to swipe at tears that I didn’t even know were running down my face. Niall laughed bitterly as he ran a hand through his dyed blonde hair. “Cut the crap Y/N, we all know those tears are fake. Won’t you just stop with the theatrics, don’t you think you’ve done enough over the past couple of years?” He sounded cold and cynical. Kevin cleared his throat presumably to stop Niall from talking any further, and to stop my crying. “While money has gone missing from his account, I don’t think you took it. Which is why I told Niall it would benefit us to hear from you first.” The middle aged man explained further, and my mouth fell agape. “So what you’re telling me is, is if you hadn’t have talked Niall down from a ledge, then I probably wouldn’t be here right now.” I was no longer looking at Niall, I couldn’t bear it. “I was going to call the police since lunch time, babe. You wouldn’t have even stepped foot in this house again.” Of course Niall had to rub it in, rub in the fact that he didn’t love or trust me. I wouldn’t ever, ever do such a thing, not in a million years.

I loved him for him, not for his money, it has never been about his money. Not in the three years we were dating before we got married, and not the one year that we have been married. Sure HE gave money to my family, but I always advised him not to. I have never touched one piece of his evil thing that he calls money. “How much is missing?” I ignored Niall as I returned my attention back to Kevin, wanting to know how much my husband was accusing me of taking. “$10M even, mam.” I looked at him bewildered then over to Niall, then back to him, and then back to Niall again. Let’s just say I repeated the process a couple of times. “You think I took that from you?! Let along that much?” I wanted to pull my hair out, how could he accuse me of such a thing? This made no sense. “Y/N, you’re the only other person who has access to the account, who else could it have been?” Niall asked as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

I stood up from my seat, making my way over to him, and plopping down right beside him. “Do you hear yourself right now, Niall? I haven’t ever touched any of that money, for Pete’s sake I don’t even know any of the information to get into the account.” I was now trying to explain myself, to make him see. I just wanted him to see, and then leave it be. All he had to do was drop it, and hug me, and this would all be done. No apology necessary, I just wanted him to stop looking at me, as if I betrayed him. I loved him and he loved me, that’s all that mattered. “Hand me her phone, Kevin,” Niall stuck out his hand towards Kevin, but kept his gaze on mine. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, not understanding what was going on. Kevin placed the phone in Niall’s open palm, and for a few seconds he looked down at it. “Is the code still the same?” He questioned, and I nodded tightly, the code being our wedding anniversary. I watched as his fingers moved deftly across the touchscreen, and he stopped when he got to what he wanted. He was on the notes app, and I was even more confused, now wasn’t the time to write a note. However, I understood what he was doing when he showed me the screen, his account’s information. It all sat there against a yellow lined paper, staring me blank in the face.

“J-just because I have it, doesn’t mean I use it. I didn’t even know that was still there.” Goodness I didn’t even sound convincing to my own ears. “Take a look.” Niall instructed Kevin as he handed the phone over to him, and he sighed in defeat. I guess he gave up on me as well. “You know Niall, I have a job too. Why would I need to take your money?” I spat confidently, I didn’t need to take his money when I had my own. I watched in horror as my husband of a year doubled over in laughter, his face filled with amusement. “You call that a job? You babysit 4 year olds all day, I’m not quite sure you’re capable of anything else really.” He continued to laugh as I could feel tears swelling in my eyes again. “What is that supposed to mean?” I was now sniffling my nose, having direct eye contact with him once again. The lad from Mullingar finally sobered up, and was sitting correctly again. He spread his arms across the back of the couch, a smirk on his mouth. “Well,” He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. “You know what they say Y/N. Those who can, do; those who can't, teach.” His words felt like a thousand little needles pricking every inch of skin that covered my body. I looked him deeply in the eyes once more, finding no type of remorse there. I was wasting my time, I finally realized. What was I trying to prove here? I stood up from beside him, walking back over to where I had placed my things and picked them up. “Where do you want my attorney’s to send the papers?” He questioned, and I immediately figured out he was talking about divorce papers. He wanted a divorce? Duh, Y/N, this wasn’t exactly something you could get over. He was accusing you of theft, what did you think was going to happen? That this was going to fade away or something? “Just send them to my parent’s house, I’ll be staying there.” Obviously he knew I was going to stay there, why did I have to add that bit on? So that he knew where he could come find me? So pathetic.

“Can I go pack my things?” I felt so dejected, so empty, and so hollow. “Anything that you paid for.” Niall responded uninterested and I nodded slowly. “That’s including gifts.” Kevin intercepted, just as his cell phone rang. I nodded once more, but I didn’t want anything that Niall gave me. I put my purse back down and quickly walked up the steps of my ex-home, if that was even a thing. I pulled my luggage collection into my walk-in closet, sat on the ground and begin to pack my clothes. I was trying to be quick, and in the process I knocked a large sized box off of a shelf. Knowing what it was I opened it with a guarded heart. It was all of the pictures we had taken over the past couple of years. Pictures of us when we were boyfriend and girlfriend, but more specially pictures from when we got married. I told myself I wasn’t going to take any, but fell weak when I noticed our wedding photo album. I had just stuck it under a bunch of my clothes, when I heard hurried footsteps coming up the staircase. I was taking too long. Niall stood in the doorway of the closet, his breath ragged as he looked at me. “I’m sorry I am almost done, this box fell when I-” I was explaining myself, but was cut off when Niall fell onto his knees in front of me, taking my face between his hands and kissing me like there was no tomorrow.

I sat there with my eyes as wide as saucers, not comprehending what he was doing, or what was going on. Why was he kissing me? He just told me he wanted a divorce, why was he doing this? Although I didn’t necessarily want it to stop, I braced my hands onto his chest, and pushed him away softly. “What are you doing Niall?” I questioned unsure, not knowing what had suddenly came over him. He hadn’t touched me once since I had stepped foot into our home, and now he was kissing me. His blue eyes bore into mine, they were different from earlier. They were softer, almost loving even, and that didn’t help my confusion at all. “I am so sorry,” Niall’s voice came out as a broken whisper, and I felt my heart nearly break at his words. Was he apologizing? But for what exactly, for the accusation or the things he said about my job? “I shouldn’t have accused you of such a thing, I know that you’re not that kind of person. I also shouldn’t have said those things about your job, I know how much you love it.” He continued on like he just read my mind. I leaned my forehead against his as I closed my eyes. “Why did you say those things?” I whispered, wanting his reassurance. “I had felt betrayed, because I loved and trusted you so much, I felt as if you betrayed me. I was so angry and upset, and that stupid idiom had been floating around in my mind since I had been suspicious of you. I just wanted to hurt your feelings.” He admitted as I nodded slowly, knowing that we could move on from this.

“What made you believe me?” I questioned, now suddenly curious. “Would you believe that I suddenly realized that you would never do such a thing,” He asked, and I shook my head, laughing softly. “Okay, well if I’m being completely honest, I didn’t realize it. Kevin got a phone call, and they told him that the transaction had happened in Mullingar.” He explained, and I jerked my head back in confusion. “Mullingar, that makes no sense.” I stated uneasily, knowing that no one in Niall’s family would steal from him, no one. He sighed as he kissed my forehead. “Well when we went visit my family last week, that’s how it happened. Some kid at a McDonalds there wrote down the card number, and the security code. How he actually got into the account, I don’t know, but he did. I guess I didn’t notice it before since it was just little things, but this was quite big obviously.” Niall replied honestly, and I immediately started laughing. “I always told you that your obsession with fast food would be the death of you. You could’ve lost all your money, Niall.” I teased as he pulled me onto his lap, swiping a piece of my hair behind my ear. “No darling I could’ve lost you.” He smiled softly, before unknowingly sending me to heaven with a sweet kiss.

[hunrising]

Why are London Harry and LA Harry two different people?

[sashayed]

#TWINS #THERE ARE TWO OF THEM #like those videos of Eleanor secretly being 3 people ( @1didntsignupforthis )

I’m glad all you SHEEPLE are finally seeing the light about alleged “human being” Harry Styles. If you examine “Harry”’s birth certificate, you will find that “he” is, in fact, SIX PEOPLE. MANAGEMENT has been foisting them on us for years. Open your eyes. Learn with your brain. The six “HARRYS” are very easy to distinguish once you know what to look for.

HAROLD

The original “Harry Styles.” A harmless idiot. Died in 2012 from eating too many guavas. 

JEBWARD

A glamorous pajama magnate who owns AT LEAST three monogrammed juice carafes. Dictates his Tweets to an assistant. Wears his pants too long so no one will suspect he has somewhere between six and eight toes per foot. 

BART

A simple farmer. Was once bankrupt from buying too many riding mowers. Has several children that he birthed at home, in a bathtub, and named after famous trees of history.

FORTINBRAS

Shy and reclusive. Easily startled. Lives in the mountains, emerges only to climb in and out of cars (his true passion). Wears makeup and wigs to mask fact that he is only eight years old. MANAGEMENT, FREE THIS CHILD.

GARBO

Found in a jungle. Eats eucalyptus leaves. Preys sexually on older men. Speaks English only when fed lines phonetically. 

REPTOID

A Reptoid.

[rialxoan]

[maderadearquitecto]

Thermochromic table by Jay Watson

[babyseraphim]

imagine banging someone on that table

[captain-snark]

imagine being home alone and seeing imprints on that table

[morbidamusement]

noooooo stop

[sevey6]

Imagine having a friend sit at that table for a long while, but when they get up there’s no imprints at all.

[phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess]

What if you got up after trying to console a crying friend, and found that you had no imprints… and they were crying because they missed you?

[gammywank]

[kandiecart]

When are you updating? Sorry if we're getting annoying I just love your writing

No love, you're not even getting close to that. I am really sorry for the delay, and I would've replied earlier, but I didn't see this, till now. I will explain, later on this week, why I didn't update. I'm really sorry for the wait, :))).

[kandiecart]

Since you didn't update yesterday are you going to today?

I will be updating at the end of this week, love. There is a reason why I'm taking a while, and I will tell you guys, when I update. I'm really sorry I just saw this!! :)))

[kandiecart]

Hi love! Are you updating soon?

Yes love, I am today. :)))

[kandiecart]

Guys, I'm updating Monday night, please don't hate me, lol. All day I was helping my mom set up her school (she homeschools). So I need just a bit more time. I love you all, and in really sorry for all of these excuses, but I do have some good news. Which I will tell you all about Monday. :)))) have a good day/afternoon/night guys!! :))

[kandiecart]

Can you pleasssseeee do I Niall imagine where you already have three kids and he thinks you guys should have another because he sees the way you are with them and he adores it

Yes love, I’ll be updating tomorrow, so please keep an eye out for it. :))) thank you for requesting, and if you can, can I get your name, and eye color, if you want it to be a personal. If not I’ll just use Y/N

[kandiecart]

Okay love, I'll have it up tomorrow, as a personal. :) ishipnolly not sure if I did this right, lol.