Me when Josh won Big Brother:
Me remembering that Paul still won $50 000:
Stranger Things
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
TVSTRANGERTHINGS
I'd rather be in outer space đ¸

ellievsbear
we're not kids anymore.

#extradirty
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One Nice Bug Per Day
Misplaced Lens Cap
Xuebing Du

Andulka
trying on a metaphor
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

⣠Chile in a Photography âŁ
$LAYYYTER

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@lifelesswithoutlove
Me when Josh won Big Brother:
Me remembering that Paul still won $50 000:
Paul: I did not put in all this hard work to come in second place again
Me:
we don't.
    She loved flowers. She loved the way they smelt. She loved the coloursâ of the flowers that contrasted the dull surrounding. She loved the intricate, yet simplistic beauty of the flowerâs structure. She loved the happiness and comfort that flowers brought her. She loved how flowers could bring a smile to her face. She loved what flowers symbolized; love, beauty, growth and strength.Â
     And he loved her. He loved her for every same reason that she loved flowers.Â
~B
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A Promise is a Promise *Flashback* - Harry Styles/ Marcel Imagine Part 2Â
(Hereâs Part 1)
âY/n?â
âYeah, Marcel?â You mumbled, not even bothering to take your eyes away from the complicated polynomial you were currently trying to factor.
âCan I kiss you?â
âWhat?â You asked, the notebook in your lap sliding onto the pile of papers scattered all over Marcelâs bed, as your body shot up from Marcelâs outburst.
But Marcel only sat there, his large fingers fumbling with the calculator in his hand and eyebrows furrowed as if he were trying to string together words.
âMarcel,â you spoke, shifting closer towards him all the while reaching your hands over his to take the distraction of the calculator out of his hands,âwhy would you ask me that?â
âItâs just that..â Marcelâs chest rising as he took in a deep breath, âIâve never felt love before, but y/nâŚI think I love you.â
âWait. I-I donât understand why youâŚlove me. I mean, what have I done?â You were completely confused as to why Marcel would like you. Itâs not like youâve done anything remotely flirtyâŚbut in some odd way, him admitting his feelings for you confused yours for him.
In the beginning you two were merely just strangers who sat beside each other in math class. But for weeks now, you had been denying any feelings for Marcel.It was like one day you just began to notice butterflies in your stomach whenever Marcelâs green eyes stared intensely back at yours, or when he would flash his dimples as said something remotely sarcastic.
âWellâŚI supposeâŚI canât really pinpoint why I love you y/n. I just do. I go to math class happy knowing youâre there, and I think about you for the other four periods that Iâm not with you. And I get it if you donât want to go on a date with me because, Iâm well, me. But-â
âMarcel, I would never turn you down because of your social status. I just feel like Iâm not ready for a boyfriend yet. Thereâs so much more that I need to learn about myself, and I think that being in a relationship right now isnât the best thing for me. Iâm sorryâ you explained, sadly smiling at Marcel.
âI uhâŚI get it,â Marcel mumbled, as he pulled his big hands away from yours making your chest ache.
âMarcel..â
âDid you get the answer to question six?â his voice stuttering as he picked his pencil back up from his bed.
Silence filled the room as you tried to figure out what to say to Marcel. You felt horrible knowing that this probably isnât the first time that Marcel had been turned down. But fuck it, you did love him.
So you kissed him. His body flinched back from the surprise contact of your lips against his, that he had to lean back on his elbows for support. And your hands placed softly on top of his shoulders to prevent yourself from falling on him.
âWait, is that a yeah?â Marcel mumbled, your lips still pressed together, as you two couldnât help but laugh.
You pulled away from the kiss, hands still on Marcelâs shoulders, lips still lightly fanning over his.
âHow about we make a promise?â You ask pecking Marcelâs lips again, âif we still love each other at graduation, then you can take me on a date?â
This time it was Marcel who collided his eager lips with yours, smiling into the kiss.
âPromise.â
I Have Loved You Since.. - Niall Horan Imagine Part One
âHas anyone seen Caroline?â You ask, peeking your head into the doorway of the dressing room.You watched Lou from the mirror as she combed her fingers through Niallâs hair, a gel product sculpting his hair.
âNo idea. Think she went to the kitchen to get food, why?â Lottie answered as she looked away from her phone.
You sighed to yourself, knowing that the kitchen was all the way across the stadium, âI just have to run by a few things with her. Thanks though.â
âWait, Iâll come.â Lottie chimed, jumping up from from her chair. You sent one last smile to Lou and Niall who seemed to be staring back at you and Lottie intensely through the mirror, before he looked back at his phone.
Niall watched as your head disappeared from behind the door, sighing as the door shut. He could feel the jealousy rise from the pit of his stomach, watching you barely acknowledge him.
He had been feeling that a lot lately.Whenever you walked by him without even noticing him, or whenever he was apart from you, wondering what you were doing every second of every day.
âYouâre so in love with y/n.â Lou teased, snapping Niall out of his trance.
He glared back in the mirror, trying to control his face from turning red, âyou think I donât know that?â
âStop acting like you hate her then. She told me the other day that she thinks you find her annoying because you always avoid her.â Lou sarcastically answered, pushing Niallâs head forward a little more roughly than she normally would while doing his hair.
âYou talked to her about me the other day?â Niall anxiously asked, âwhat did she say exactly? Did you ask her what I told you to?â
Lou rolled her eyes, âshe didnât say much other than that. And yes, I did. She doesnât like Dan, like I told you.â
Niall hadnât even realized that his body had been tense until he heard those words from Lou, and the muscles of his back relaxed. It was killing him not knowing whether or not you were into him. Normally he could tell if a girl was interested, but he couldnât read you.
Maybe it was because you two have been friends for so long, that Niall could no longer tell if you were being friendly or flirty. So he had become distant, because if you found out he loved you and you didnât feel the same it would crush him.
âYou seriously need to make a move Niall. Y/n is oblivious to this kind of stuff, but everyone else is starting to notice. Better you tell her than have Louis or Harry tease her until she catches on.â
âI know,â Niall groaned, running his hands over his face, âIâll figure it out. But Iâll do it tonight after the concert.â
âGood.â
âAnd what if she doesnât feel the same?â
âWell then at least you know.â
A Promise is a Promise - Harry Styles/Marcel Imagine
Four years. Everyday spent with early mornings, caffeinated drinks, and late night studying, all leading up to this moment. And yet it still felt quite bittersweet.
Yeah sure, you no longer had to endure being cramped into a hellhole with people who weren't particularly your friends. But then you had to say goodbye to the ones who you actually loved.
And Marcel.
It had been three years. Surely he forgot. But you didn't. You remember when you both started high school, both not knowing anyone from your previous elementary schools. No one wanted to sit with the boy who wore sweater vests and large framed glasses. And well, you had no one either. It was as if your friendship with Marcel was preset.
And now? People probably wouldnât have believed that a girl like you was once friends with a guy like him. Marcel, the most popular, curly haired, tattooed boy in school.
But it was time for you to move on. Clearly Marcel didnât remember one of the many girlâs hearts he had stolen during the years of high school. There were too many to count.
âWhat are you doing over here standing alone?â
You turned around, your blue graduation cap falling off of your head as you clumsily caught it in your hands. Marcel stood there smirking, his own cap in his hands as well.
âJust thinking,â You said, your lips slightly curling up into a smile.
âYeah, about what?â
You sighed, running your hands down along your graduation gown, âI donât know. I guess just how much Iâm going to miss this place. I didnât think Iâd ever say something like that.â
Marcel laughed, his dimples indented deeply in his cheeks as he nodded his head in agreement, âyou know what? I think I will too. Where are you headed off to now?â
âOxford University, you?â
âIâm studying overseas.â
âOh.â
A silence fell between you two, as you had no idea what to say to Marcel, he was going to go so far away. At least in high school you knew you two were in the same building, and that comforted you. But now, you two would never have a chance at bumping into each other and it broke your heart to even think that Marcel could be permanently our of your life.
âYou know what else Iâm gonna miss?â
âWhat?â You asked, looking back into Marcelâs green eyes, piercing yours.
âYou.â
âYou havenât spoken to me in three years,â You sarcastically answered, surprised at how cold the words actually sounded as they came out of your mouth.
Marcel bit his lip as he ran a hand through his curls, âI know. And Iâm sorry, I guess I just got too caught up in things. But that doesnât mean that I forgot you. And that promise.â
âPromise?â You questioned, knowing exactly what he meant. You just needed to hear him say the words to verify that this moment was real.
âYes. Promise. You said that if we were still in love with each other, that on the day of graduation I would ask you the same question I once did three years ago, when we were sitting on my bed. And this time, you would say yes.â
You took a deep breath, as Marcel took a step closer towards you, his fingertips now lightly trailing along your wrist.
âSo y/n, if you are still in love with me, as I have always been with you. Will you go on a proper date with me?â
You couldnât help the smile that played on your lips as you interlocked your fingers with his, the cold metal of his rings against your warm hand, âIâm not sure. Iâm thinking about making you wait another three years.â
âOh, shut up. Is that a yes or no?â Marcel laughed, rolling his eyes as he placed his forehead against yours.
You tilted your chin up, until your lips met with his. And you couldnât help but smile into the kiss, just like you did three years ago.
âIâll take that as a yes.â Marcel mumbled into the kiss, and you shut him up by pressing your lips harder against his.
A/N: Should I do a part two of a flashback about that moment they refer to as the âpromiseâ?Â
A Beginning And An End - Niall Horan Imagine
âHi.â
âNiall..â
There was an indescribable feeling that had settled in your stomach. It had been there for two whole weeks, never really leaving your body. And now that Niall was back home permanently, that feeling only intensified.
But you didnât expect Niall to be standing in front of you at this very moment, in the entrance of your apartment. And you dreaded this. Because you knew what was coming.
âCan I come in?â Niall asked, as you slowly nodded your head and stepped back to allow him in. You bit your lip as you watched him step into your apartment, his wet shoes dragging the rainwater onto your carpet.
Three months ago Niall would just come in on his own with a key that you gave him. And he would walk straight towards the kitchen. But this time, he stood awkwardly beside the coat hanger, his eyes scanning the paintings he had helped you hang on the wall.
âDo you...want some lemonade?â
âOh no thanks, Iâm good.â Niall replied, faintly smiling at you.
He never let down an offer to have a glass of your homemade lemonade.
You turned away from Niall, making your way towards the couch, his heavy footsteps being the only sound to echo off the walls of the room. The two of you sat on the couch, awkwardly staring at each other. Neither one wanting to be the one to speak first.
âNiall..I..â You hesitated, your breath hitching in your throat, heavy chest rising and falling. Niall bowed his head slightly, a sad smile appearing on his lips motioning that he understood what you were about to say.
âThings arenât the same anymore.â
You stared at him, a silence falling over between the two of you.
âI know.â
âWhat?â you asked, his answer catching you off guard. Niall shifted closer to you, his warm fingers hesitantly hovering over your hand. But when you didnât move away, he decided to allow his skin to touch yours.
âI said I know, y/n. Iâve known for awhile now. When it got to the point where we both became used to being away from each other, and we were okay with it. I knew that things between us were differentâ
Staring into Niallâs blue eyes, hearing his thick accent and feeling his warm hand on yours brought you to reality. It brought this situation to life. Four years ago, whenever Niall would go on tour, the distance would be what made you love each other more. But as the years passed and you both changed, being away from each other didnât seem to hurt anymore. Missing each other didnât seem to happen anymore. And soon, you had begun to question if loving each other was still possible.
But saying goodbye to Niall forever made it clear how much your heart was aching at the thought of not having him in your life anymore.
And you couldnât hold it in anymore, you pulled you hand away from Niall as they moved to cover your face. You didnât want him to see you cry.
âNo, shh. Itâs okay y/n. Come here.â Niallâs arms wrapped around your shoulders, you could feel him nudge your head onto his shoulder.
âI just...you were my bestfriend before all of this. And we were so great, I-I donât know what happened. And Iâm scared to live a life without you-â
âY/n. Itâs okay.â You could feel his chest rise and fall against your body with a heavy sigh, âItâs okay to be scared. I am too. But Itâs time we admit that this isnât working anymore. But Iâm always going to love you, and Iâll always be there for you. Okay?â
The only response given was your arms wrapping around Niallâs torso as tight as possible, savouring the last intimate touch you would have with him.
âY/n, please tell me youâll be okay?â You could hear his voice crack slightly, making it harder for you to stop the tears from leaving your eyes, âBecause I donât know if Iâll be okay if you arenât.â
You couldnât help but let out a small laugh, despite the morbid situation, âweâll be okay, Niall.â
And the two of you sat on the couch, embracing each other one last time. Both unable to stop crying knowing that it was the end.
Studying the Distance -Â Harry Styles Imagine
âWho are you talking to?â
âItâs Harry.â
âOh, hi Harry!â
You giggle as you watch your roommate drunkenly wave at your phone even though Harry canât actually see her. Your eyes follow her as she finally gets her shoes off and tucks herself in bed, before turning your attention back towards Harry.
âSorry about that, y/f/nâs a little tipsy,â you laugh into the phone, âwhat was I saying again?â
âYou were talking about spirit week,â you hear Harry casually say into the phone and the rustling of sheets from under him, as you imagined him shifting around in his hotel bed.
âRight, I honestly felt so drained after last week. Itâs like everyday, y/f/n would drag me out to participate in the campus rallies. But best week ever,â you happily sigh into the phone. Your eyelids feeling heavy, as you glanced at the time on the clock. You should be sleeping right now, knowing that in four hours you would have a test to write.
But it was morning for Harry in his time zone, and you had barely spoken to him all week.
University life was just as busy as his touring.
âSeems like youâve been going out a lot lately,â Harryâs voice calm, but you caught on to the hint of anger in his voice.
âWell, I donât go out everyday. And half the time I do, itâs schoolwork related,â you defensively answered.
âSchoolwork related. Like spending nights with your study buddy, Andrew?â
You propped yourself up on your elbows, the weight of your arms sinking into your pillow as you furrowed your eyebrows. That was so out of the blue.
âHarry what is wrong with you? You know well enough that Andrew is nothing more to me than my tutor, and that I would never cheat on you,â you calmly state. You were not going to kiss Harryâs ass because of some little insecurity of his. Especially not after he had the nerve to hint at you being unfaithful.
âFuck, y/n. Itâs not that!â You hear Harry yell into the phone, his voice ringing through your ears.
âThen why are you getting so mad at me?â
You were silent as you waited for him to finish angrily sighing into the phone, âit just almost seems like youâve been too busy with your new friends for me. You have this new life where youâre going out and doing things you normally wouldnât do without me, and youâre fine with it.â
âHarry-â
âIâm over here fucking craving and missing you every single time my mind wanders to you, which is like almost every fucking five minutes. And youâre clearly enjoying your new university life without me.â
By now yours and Harryâs breaths quickened, your chest heavily rising and falling as you imagined his was as well.
But you understood. Because for a time, you were on the other side. You were once the one in the relationship that watched the other accomplish so much, as you felt like your life was in a limbo. And every part of you ached at the thought of you causing Harry the pain you once felt.
âHarry you're crazy. You're so worried that I'm going to like my new life without you and choose that over you. When I havenât even thought about leaving you once. You are my life, I miss you all the time. Don't you get that I need you too? I may have all these new friends that you don't know, but you're always going to be my bestfriend and my boyfriend."
"I'm an idiot, aren't I?" Harry asking, a relieved laugh leaving his throat.
You returned the laugh, "sometimes. But that's you and I'm still me, Harry. I love you and don't you forget that, okay?"
"Okay.â
âOkay good. Now letâs talk about you-â
âWill you shut up already?â You hear y/f/n groan, âIâm trying to get some sleep before the hangover kicks in.â
You and Harry both laugh into the phone.
âSorry.â
Niall is me tbh
Innocence - Harry Styles Punk Imagine
You felt tingly inside, as if you were floating at the very tip of your toes along the musty, old carpet of your dorm room. Humming to yourself, you pay no attention to the angry, hunched figure sitting on your bed. You could feel his glare leering against your skin giving you goosebumps. Unable to unlatch the strap of your heels that you had been struggling with for a few minutes, you finally decide to acknowledge Harry as you sat down beside him. The bed sank as you placed your legs into Harryâs lap.
âCan you help me?â You asked, as your head fell back into the softness of your pillows and you closed your eyes trying to stop the bubbly feeling.
You could feel his large, warm hands slowly working on your shoes as he let out a frustrated grunt that was not only from the complication of your shoes, but also for your decision tonight.
âWhat is going on with you y/n?â Harry asked, as he finally got one shoe off and tossed it across the room, âYour friends say you havenât shown up to class lately, and now you party all night and come back drunk the day before you have a test?â
You let out a sigh as you wiggled your toes, âIâm just having some fun, Harry.â
âSo screwing everything up is having fun?â Harryâs voice was sarcastic and evidently getting louder. You could feel the tipsiness drain from your body, and irritation bubble up.
âI donât get why youâre getting all mad at me. Iâve always been the goody goody who stays focused. Iâve never been able to be young and have fun, and now that I am, Iâm getting attacked for it? You do it all the time! How do you not know that you hanging around me all the time is a bad influence?â You sat up, glaring back at Harry.
âFuck!â Harry yelled, throwing your other shoe against the wall, âI have never once encouraged you to do anything that I do. Iâm already a fuck up, it doesnât matter what I do. Youâre so smart and have so much potential to be whatever, I would never try to mess up your future. Donât you fucking blame this on me.â
Silence fell upon the room, as you two glared each other, both trying to steady your heavy breaths. Your hands were tightly gripping your sheets as his hands were balled up in a fist.
You leaned back against your headboard, and turned your head away. Harry was right, lately you havenât been yourself. The stress of your life lately has seemed so unbearable with school, and your love life. It had become pretty obvious that you and Harry had begun to cross the boundary of just friends. And the jealousy you felt as you watched girls who were much more suited for Harry and his lifestyle easily approach him. You just wanted to be like one of those girls in Harryâs circle of friends. You were the outsider. And now you were slowly losing yourself and your values.
âSometimes, I donât understand why you would want to hang out with someone who has the complete opposite life of you.â
Understanding the words between the lines, Harry let out a long and quiet sigh. He now knew that he was the cause of this outrageous behavior, but not in the way he originally thought. You could feel the bed dip as Harry sat back down where he once was, as he placed your legs back into his lap and he began to run his fingers along the smooth skin of your calves.
âDonât lose your innocence y/n. Itâs who you are, and itâs why Iâm always around you. I honestly donât even know what I would do if I didnât have you to keep me from going overboard. I think Iâd go insane,â Harry slightly smiled and shook his head at his own thought.
You smiled, looking back into his eyes that were no longer a dark, eerie shade of green. He trailed his fingers up until they danced along the small palm of your hand. Grabbing your wrist he brought the back of your hand against his soft lips leaving an airy kiss.
âYou promise you wonât change?â Harry asked.
âI promise.â
We Meet Again - Harry Styles Imagine Part 1
You sat there still as possible, trying to steady your shaking hands. Lips slightly parted to allow the breath you had been holding in, your eyes don't look away from his. It felt like a dream that you've had for several nights, since the day you two had ended things. And now there he was in the flesh, eyes more green than you last remembered and his eyebrows scrunched as he tried to focus on your face through the dark, thin air. It was almost like he was walking over to you in slow motion, his large hands clenched and then unclenched repeatedly; something he used to do when he was nervous.
And now here he was standing no further than two feet away from you across the table. But neither of you could speak nor tear your eyes away from each other. Eventually it was you who broke first, bowing your head slightly as your looked down at the food you no longer had the appetite for.
You watched from the corner of your eyes as Harry sat down across from you, his hands clasped together on the table.
"How long has it been?" His voice was smooth and calm, almost like hearing it for the first time again.
You looked up at him, his focused face not changing as you smiled slightly.
"Two years I think."
You watched as he scanned your face from forehead to chin, he licked his lips, something he did whenever he was thinking.
"Your hair is shorter," he stated.
"Your hair is longer," you responded letting out a laugh as he smiled looking down towards his hands.You watched his tense shoulders fall as he let out a relieved sigh, triggering you to do the same.
"I heard you were playing in town, didn't think I'd actually bump into you."
"I was hoping I would."
You just stared at him, not knowing how to respond. Itâs like you said; things between you and Harry changed two years ago. An awkward silence fell between you two for a few minutes as Harry pieced together his thoughts.
âY/n,â your eyes carefully watched him as he hesitated for a moment, âI know itâs been so long, but Iâm telling you that I can feel it in my chest sometimes and I just need to know, now that youâre here, if you maybe feel it too. That sometimes out of no where my mind leads me to think of you, and that I miss you and maybe two years ago when thin-â
âHarry,â you interrupted in fear that if you didnât, he would never stop rambling, âI donât think that would be a good idea. I mean, relationships end for a reason and we broke up because-â
âBecause of timing,â Harry placed his hands over your soft ones. The cold tingle of the his rings were a contrast from his warm palms, âand time has passed. Donât you feel it too?â
âIâm not exactly sure I understand you,â you lied, knowing exactly what he meant by âitâ and yes you could identify that feeling as it coursed from your fingertips throughout your body as you two currently sat in the busy restaurant.
It was the feeling you felt when you first met, two years ago at a mutual friendsâ wedding, or when you two first kissed, or exchanged I love youâs. It was the feeling whenever you looked at him, or whenever you heard his deep laugh. It was a feeling that overpowered everything else for two long years of your life.
But it was the thought of possibly falling in love again with the same man for you to end up with the indescribable pain of heartbreak again.
Harry sighed getting frustrated, âY/n please. Come to the concert tonight, and then after we can talk. This. We arenât something that you can just let go.â
You slowly pulled you hands away from Harryâs as you took a deep breath, âOkay.â
Julie Chen: [...] nobody remembers Austin saying that he has a girlfriend. [...] Austin isn't talking about his girlfriend. I think the majority of the audience doesn't even know he went into the house with a quote unquote "girlfriend." Uh excuse me, but Austin clearly stated in an interview before he went into the house that he has a girlfriend and would not start a showmance. And even when he was in the house he once again made his relationship status clear to Jace, saying that he is "in love" with his girlfriend. But...đ¸âď¸
 Imagine: Married Life SeriesÂ
 "That would be lovely!"Â
 "Ma, no! It's getting late actually. Y/n we should really get going," Niall insisted as he put his glass of beer down before turning towards you with a desperate look on his flushed red face; half of it from the drinking, and half of it from the embarrassment that was to come.Â
 "No no, I have to show y/n! She might want to see what her future children could look like," Niall's mother demanded as she walked out of the dining room.
 You and Niall had just come back from your honeymoon, and decided that it was time to pay Niall's mother a nice visit. Who knew that dinner would turn into flashback memories of Niall's childhood and hints being dropped about kids by his mother.
 "Ma!" Niall shouted, shaking his head as he placed his arm around the back of your chair, you could feel the immediate warmth of him from his arm, and instinctively you leaned in slightly. "I'm so sorry."Â
 Giggling, you reached up and ran your hands through his hair before giving him a light kiss on the cheek, "sorry for what?"Â
 "The whole kid comment my mom made, she just wants more grandchildren. I mean no pressure...." Niall teased bumping his forehead against yours as you chuckled.Â
 "Excuse me! Pressure's on you too buddy," you pushed your forehead so that you hit Niall hard enough for him to groan and move away.
 "Okay here it is! I can't believe that I never had these pictures developed until now," Maura frantically exclaimed sitting back down into her seat as she aggressively placed the album onto the table, nearly knocking over Niall's beer.
 "Ma relax!" Niall swiftly grabbing his beer before taking a huge gulp. You laughed as you brought you hand up to open up the photo album to see the picture of Niall when he was just a little boy. You could feel the warmth in your stomach as you saw the resemblance of the big blue eyes you love, fill the little baby face of young Niall.Â
 "You are so cute" you whispered, as you felt Niall lean forward to look at the photo of himself. You watched from the corner of your eye as he ran his fingers along the smooth surface of the photo, the gleam of his wedding ring reflecting off the dim dining room light.
It was a weird yet calming thing to see Niall as a little toddler. To see the man that you love as a little child that you just want to cuddle and hold.
 And in this moment, you knew that everything was the way it was supposed to be. You knew that when you exchanged your vows three weeks ago, that you truly meant them. You could now see the family that you have dreamed of, but now with Niall. And although Niall could have absolutely no idea how the warm feeling of love was running through your veins right now, you smiled at him and hoped that he could see it.Â
 "What?" Niall asked, clearly confused as to why you were smiling at him like a psycho.Â
 "Nothing, it's just..seeing these pictures makes me think.."Â
 You watched Niall face as he registered what you were trying to say before a calm smile appeared on his face, "Me too."Â
 It was almost as if you two could see the love and the anticipation in each other's eyes.
 "Does this mean grandchildren?!" You heard Maura gasping from beside you.
 Without looking away from each other's gaze, the two of you slowly nodded.
Imagine: Downhill Part Two
When you had asked for some space, you shouldâve known that Harry would find a way around it.
He returned home a week after your fight, and neither of you have made attempts to see each other. But he would constantly call you and leave messages talking about his day, apologizing or telling you how much he missed you.
And you missed him too. But you still werenât ready to talk to him. You had made up your mind that tonight, when the British Fashion Awards are on, youâll get to see his face. And when you do, youâll decide as to whether or not youâll want things to go back to normal.
You tried to keep your mind off of tonight, while you were out with y/f/n, but now as you were sitting on the couch with a bowl of popcorn lodged in your lap, and y/f/n anxiously glancing at you from beside the couch, Harry was all you could think about.
âI wonder how he looks, considering the fact that heâs at a fashion award. God, I hope he doesnât wear something weird like he has been lately. I mean, no offence.â Y/f/n blurted out, as she tried to lighten the mood.
âNone taken,â you nervously smiled at her. The truth is, you were wondering how he looked too. Would he look tired and miserable because of this thing between the two of you? Would you be able to see the hurt on his face?
Those questions would be answered, because as you glanced up at the T.V from the popcorn, there Harry was. On the small little screen, you had full access to every little inch of his face.
He looked the same, mesmerizing and cheery. Not a single hint of sadness. And surprisingly that disappointed you. Heâs been leaving messages about how hurt he is, but then there he is, looking perfectly fine. It made you wonder, is he covering up his sadness, or is he not as bad as he claims?
You numbly, watched the rest of the awards show, the same question popping into your head whenever you saw Harry acting all charismatic and charming. This had not helped at all. Before the show you felt things were getting better, and after seeing his face things just got more confusing.
You said goodbye to y/f/n and headed upstairs to your bedroom, hoping that maybe a goodnights sleep would clear things. But your phone in your hand vibrated, sending chills up your arm when you saw his name on your screen. You stared at the screen intently, wanting to pick up because you craved interaction with him, but eventually the name faded away and the vibrating stopped.
He had left a message, one that you were urgent to hear after seeing him through a screen. You took in a deep breath and pressed play as you listened to his voice ring through your ears.
"Hey y/n, itâs me. The awards are over now, so Iâm just heading to the after party. I just wanted to call to let you know that I wish you couldâve been here with me, I didnât have anyone else to make fun of people with. You wouldâve loved laughing at some of the outfits people were wearing," there was a pause and you could hear Harry sigh through the phone, "I just want to let you know before you find out on twitter, that I ran into Kendall and Cara. I donât want you to get worked up about it, I promise that it was an honest accident seeing them. And I just had to be polite and say hi, but there was nothing else. I really love you, I hope you know that. And I hope that soon I wonât have to leave messages and youâll pick up. Iâve got to go now, but have a goodnight love,"
You logged onto twitter, seeing that Harry was right. Pictures of this encounter were all over your twitter feed. You studied the pictures carefully, trying to point out Harryâs facial expression, his body language, and Kendallâs as well. You didnât feel jealous, because Harry actually called to explain things before himself, and it did look like a simple interaction.
But now you knew what you wanted to do. Tomorrow morning you would call him, and let him know how you feel.
Imagine: Downhill part one
You sat on your bed, hands fidgeting with your phone as you tried so hard to listen to your friend talk about her day at work. You tried to seem happy as you listened away, but your friendâs worried glances made it clear that you werenât doing a good job of hiding anything.
"So she told me that she could make a frappe like from star-"
The echoing vibrations once again interrupted y/f/n as she sighed, seeing the familiar caller ID.
"Iâm so sorry, Iâll just turn it off," your voice cracked as you tried not to cry. All you wanted to do was get away from this problem and from him.
"Maybe you should just pick it up, heâs obviously urgent to talk to you," y/f/n suggested.
"No, itâs fine. I want to talk to you," you said as you kept your eyes glued to the screen, waiting for his name to disappear.
"Listen honey, you know I love you. and as a friend, I want you to talk to him. You canât hide from your problems. Iâll just wait for you downstairs," y/f/n sympathetically said, patting your hand as she got off your bed and headed towards the door.
"No, please," you begged as you watched her glance at you before closing the door. Y/f/n was the only distraction from Harry, and now you were left alone with the elephant in the room.
You held your breath, and watched your phone vibrate twice more before hitting answer.
You could hear rustling from the other end, as if Harry was rummaging through cupboards. But then the noise stopped almost immediately after you picked up.
"Y/n, love? Why havenât you been picking up? We havenât talked in days. Is everything alright? Are you okay?" Harry frantically asked, meaning he had no idea what was going on.
You let out the breath you held, unable to string together words.
"Y/n?"
"I saw them. The pictures. I saw the pictures," you blurted out, your voice a lot calmer than you had expected.
"What pictures?" Harry bluntly asked.
"Of you. And those two girls, going back to your hotel at three in the morning."
Harry sighed heavily, the noise piercing through your ears, ây/n you know I would never, they just came back to hang out. The guys were there too, I was the first one to go back to my hotel room. You can ask any of the guys,â
The world was spinning in your head. For the first time, you couldnât feel anything. You didnât feel confident in his answer, but you also didnât feel like he would cheat on you.
"Babe, you believe me right?" Harry asked, cutting through the silence.
"I donât know."
This time Harryâs sigh came out more frustrated, which turned your sorrow into anger. He had no right to get angry at you when lately heâs been making the mistakes.
"Y/n I donât want to go through this again. I love you, but you need to trust me," Harry spoke, as if he was lecturing you.
"Itâs not just about that!" You angrily spat through the phone.
"What is going on with you?" Harry sarcastically asked.
"I hate this! I hate that you make me seem like Iâm just some silly girl, whoâs acting crazy. I donât care if you hang out with other girls, but not when youâre seen with them at three in the morning going back to your hotel after partying. How the fuck is anyone supposed to trust someone that does that?"
"Y/n-"
"No Harry. Iâm tired of your excuses for treating me like this. You donât see Louis or Zayn doing this. You get all worked up when I donât call you in a few days, but what about you? Why are you in L.A even though youâre not working? I let you fly back there instead of home, after Sydney."
"Iâm just having fun. Weâre so young, y/n."
You sighed, defeat and hurt finally taking over you as the anger slipped away, âIâm just tired,â you cried, âit feels like Iâm always here, waiting for you with open arms, and youâre the one calling the shots. I donât want to be out on the side anymore.â
"Iâm sorry."
"I know."
White noise, and silence filled the bedroom, as you wiped away your tears. The both of you were defeated.
"I canât do this anymore, Harry."
"Y/n please. I love you, we can get through this," Harryâs voice cracked as he begged, "please."
"You want to have fun. And I just, I just need some time."
"I can come home now, and we can talk about this," Harry frantically said.
"No, youâll be back for the British Fashion Awards soon. Weâll talk then. I just really need some space,"
Again, it was silent for awhile proving that Harry didnât like your decision.
But this time, it was you who called the shots.