" Dovevo dirgli di quel rumore, di quel crollo che sentivo, quelle macerie che si sgretolavano dentro di me, lasciando lo spettro di quel muro che avevo eretto, fatto di logica e razionalità e sentimenti che avevo ragionato troppo. " - da it is what it is (su Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/UiNb/6nb6PbzwqH
Pairing: Zarry
Inspiration: I Knew I Loved You by Savage Garden
Notes: AU, Slash
Summary: Zayn spends his life bouncing from lover to lover until he meets someone so perfect he believes he may have dreamed them into life.
“Seriously mate, are you ever going to settle down?” Liam asked as he took a bite of his burger. Zayn leaned back in his chair and looked out the window across from where he sat with his two closest friends. “Liam I will settle down when I find the one,” Zayn replied as he scratched the stubble under his chin. “And explain to me how you’re supposed to find ‘the one’ if all you do is have a string of one night stands.” Liam stated drawing laughter from the blond haired lad next to him. “Yeah,” Niall quipped. “Not to mention have no clear preference; guy/girl, tall/short, black/white, skinny/fat-“Niall said before being interrupted.
“First off she was not fat, she was voluptuous. Second, why do I need to spend more then one night with someone to know whether or not they’re the one?” He made a face as he waited for them to respond. Soon enough Liam began to rattle off a list of reasons why more than one night was required to fall in love but Zayn heard none of them. He’s heard Liam’s two cents on the issue many times before. The truth of the matter is Zayn has a very clear cut idea of the person he wants to spend the rest of his life with and he’s more than certain that he’ll know them when he sees them.
“Uh oh,” Niall groaned. “I’m guessing by that look on your face you’ve just spotted your next victim.” Zayn paid little attention to the Irish lad as he kept his eyes on the gorgeous creature across the restaurant. Zayn watched intently as the boy chatted up a cashier before taking his meal to go. Zayn knew he was worth talking to the second he flicked his hair and turned, their eyes locking for the briefest of moments and he was out the door, with Zayn right on his heels.
“Maybe it's intuition
But some things you just don't question”
“Oi, you dropped something mate?” Zayn called to his potential victim. He stopped about a foot away from him and watched as he whirled around eyes downward, instinctively raising his hands to pat his pockets. “No, I think you’ve got the wrong person.” He remarked bringing his eyes up to connect with Zayn’s. Zayn knew the second he looked into the breathtaking green eyes that seemed to shimmer in the sunlight that there was something special about this guy.
Like in your eyes
I see my future in an instant
With a small smile playing at his lips Zayn informed the boy that he indeed had the right person. “Is that so? Well what did I drop?” He asked as his left eyebrow went up questioningly. Zayn bit his bottom lip as he stepped closer to the stranger with the intoxicating green eyes. Zayn watched as the boy quickly gave him the once over before his eyes once again rested on his. He knew then that no cheesy chat up line was necessary. “Oh, you didn’t drop anything I just wanted you to stop,” Zayn informed him with a light shrug of his shoulders. “By the way I’m Zayn.” He reached out his hand to the handsome stranger who took it and remarked, “I’m Harry.” Zayn watched in quiet awe as the most beautiful smile spread across Harry’s face.
and there it goes
I think I've found my best friend
The next few minutes were filled with a sort of natural banter. Their conversation was easily, light, and full of sexual innuendos. Zayn handed Harry his mobile and watched as he entered his number. They made plans to hang out the next evening. And before Harry turned to carry on with his day he gave him that smile that made his breath hitch in his throat.
I know that it might sound more than
a little crazy but I believe
As Zayn reentered the restaurant his thoughts were filled on the beautiful boy with the luscious chocolate curls and sparkling green eyes. As he rejoined his friends at the table he smiled brightly before revealing that he might have just met the one. Liam responded with a wary glance and Niall chuckled lightly before wishing him good luck. After parting ways with Liam and Niall, Zayn returned home to his flat and spent the remainder of the evening thinking about Harry.
I knew I loved you before I met you
I think I dreamed you into life
I knew I loved you before I met you
I have been waiting all my life
Time flew by and before Zayn knew it, it was time to meat Harry at Wahaca’s. And just like when they first met the conversation came easy. It was as if they had known each other for years. They shared childhood stories, first experiences, and plans for the future. Zayn had never felt so relaxed with anyone this quickly. Before he knew it they were strolling out of the restaurant and making their way towards Harry’s flat. They walked the five blocks in silence. It wasn’t the kind of silence that was awkward and had both of them racking their brains trying to find something to say. It was relaxed. It was content.
There's just no rhyme or reason
only this sense of completion
Zayn relaxed on Harry’s sofa while he went to the kitchen to grab some beers. After he came back into the room Zayn smiled as he was handed his favorite brand, Narragansett. With a “Cheers.” They drank in silence sitting right next to each other in Harry’s living room. Soon he found his eyes locked on Harry’s. Zayn felt like they were gazing into his soul but it didn’t frighten him. He welcomed the intrusion. And as he looked into Harry’s he felt like he had found the answers to questions he hadn’t asked.
and in your eyes
I see the missing pieces…
Before he knew it Harry was sitting his bottle on the table and leaning over to place two gentle kisses on his lips. Harry’s hands came up to softly run through his hair and he didn’t even flinch. He’d known Liam since he was five and Niall since he was fourteen and now at the age of 23 neither was allowed the privilege of touching his hair. But with Harry it just felt natural. Harry allowed his eyes to run over Zayn’s flawless face once more before bringing their lips together once again.
… I'm searching for
I think I found my way home
This kiss was much different than before it was filled with so much passion and heat. Everything progressed so quickly. Without realizing it they made their way to Harry’s bedroom, ridding themselves of clothes on the way. Their lips only detached for the briefest moments and when they did Zayn felt this emptiness. As Zayn flopped down on the bed Harry was on top of him reattaching their lips. The action warmed Zayn’s spirit. He and Harry’s tongue danced together in perfect synchronization. The air was soon filled with loud moans, the creaking of the bed, and skin slapping against skin.
I knew I loved you…
As they pulled away from each other to gather air they had deprived themselves of during their lustful encounter, Zayn turned on his side finding Harry had done the same. Their eyes locked. Harry smiled his brilliant time stopping smile again and mumbling incoherently about not normally giving it up on the first date. This drew laughter from Zayn he told the boy not to worry that no one would think he was a slut. They stared at each other in the light of the moon that drifted in from the window. Zayn found himself getting lost in those green eyes again as he drew the boy closer to him.
A thousand angels dance around you
Their lips met again. Another soft, sweet kiss before they drifted off to sleep, wrapped in each other’s arms.
A/N: Hi everyone. It's a first person p.o.v. which I usually don't do, but I felt like this was right. And I hope you do too. Enjoy. x
Pairing: Larry Stylinson.
Summary: "Because I'm not her."
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“Hey,” I whisper as I climb into the bed next to you, curling up and sitting next to your warm pyjama clad body.
“Hey Hazza,” you whisper back, your caramel hair sticking up at odd angles, your fringe plastered to your smooth forehead. There’s a lopsided grin that has appeared on your face since I’ve walked into the room; you look so stupid, but you look so adorable at the same time.
You press your lips to mine. They’re warm, soft, and a little dry. You put down the laptop that has been resting on your lap, and the freed hand reaches up to toy with my hair, pulling at the ends of a few curly strands, tucking them behind my ear.
“How was your day?” You ask me, your voice soft. “I missed you.”
“It was average. I missed you too,” I reply, sitting closer to you. You wrap an arm around my waist, fingers dancing along my sides. You then nestle your head into the crook of my neck, your fluttering eyelashes tickling the sensitive skin there. “What have you been looking at?” I ask, glancing at your disregarded laptop.
“Mmmm, nothing. I was just watching some videos... Thinking about the X Factor days,” you reply; I can feel your eyes close, and you’re burying your nose into my neck. When you sigh, your warm breath tickles my skin – your soft breaths ghosting by, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “Liam called today,” you tell me quietly. “Niall was with him… I couldn’t really make out what they were saying, but I think it was something along the lines of ‘hey, we’re drunk! And we’re going to have sex now!’” You laugh, throwing your head back.
And I laugh along with you, because your laughter is contagious. It’s more contagious than the flu in spring, when the weather changes, and the flowers bloom and the pollen is fluttering in the air, irritating everyone’s allergies.
I like the sound of your laughter. It’s like bells ringing. You toss your head back, and I can feel the laugh coming from the pit of your stomach, and your hair is tickling my face… You always mean your laughs; they’re never faked. I like the way your eyes crinkle when you laugh; I like the way you show no shame in laughing, even if you’re in public, or at an interview, or in the most ridiculous of places. You laugh even when the situation is wrong… You laugh when you need to, and when you want to; not when you’re supposed to.
You’re clutching onto your sides, your laughter subsiding into smaller giggles. I move back slightly, leaning back onto the headboard, and I watch you.
I never ever want to leave you – do you know that? I want to stay with you forever. I want to stay with you and the boys forever. I don’t ever want One Direction to end, even though I have a feeling it will… someday. But that doesn’t matter… Not now, it doesn’t. Because right now, I’m here with you. I’m here with you and that’s all that matters. You’ve linked your hand with mine, intertwining our fingers, your thumb rubbing small circles into the back of my palm.
“What are you thinking about, Harry?” You ask me, leaning back into me.
I wrap my arms around your waist protectively. What do I tell you? Do I tell you the truth? Because you’re never going to believe me. Do I tell you a lie? But I can’t lie to you.
“Just stuff,” I choose to reply simply. You don’t ask again, because you don’t pry when I answer your questions like that. “Are you sleepy yet?” I ask you softly after a moment of silence.
But I don’t need to wait for a reply, because your eyelids are drooping, and your head is lolling back just a bit, and I can feel your body relax completely in my arms. You move away from my grip, and you fluff up your pillow – just like they do in cartoons – and you lie down, patting the space next to you.
“Sleep now, Curly?” You ask me. Your voice is so undeniably cute; it’s a mixture of you and a child. And that gets me thinking – what if we have children? Would they look like you? Or would they look like me? Would they have green eyes? Or would they have blue eyes? Would they have straight hair like you? Or would they have curly hair like me?
I smile at you, and reach over your body to shut the laptop, and to turn off the bedside lamp which sits next to you on the bedside table. You like the light more than I do, so it’s on your side of the bed. But I always end up turning it off. But I don’t mind.
And suddenly, the room is plunged into darkness.
I grope around for you, and finally I feel your hand in the darkness. You hold onto it tightly, the other hand traces up my arm, and pulls me down into a lying position on the bed.
I lie down behind you, wrapping my arms around your middle. You press your back into me. I press my lips into your soft brown hair and you turn around at the touch to face me.
From the dim light that’s leaking in through the cracks in the curtains, I can see that your eyes are closed. And in this very moment, you look more beautiful to me than anything else.
You tilt your head up towards me, opening your eyes. There’s a small smile on your face as you look at me in the darkness – your blue eyes unable to focus properly, and cloudy with sleep –, just you and I in this blissful world of our own. You put your hands on my chest, feeling my heart beating against my ribcage, and you latch your lips onto mine.
Our lips move together in time. It’s a gentle kiss, and I feel you smile against my lips as the sweet moment ends.
You wrap an arm around my waist, nestling your head on my collar bone, my cheek resting on the top of your head.
“I love you, Harry,” you tell me in the dark.
My heart flutters, as it has done every time you have told me that. Every single time you tell me, it still beats as though I had just finished running a marathon, and I can feel the world stop spinning for a second.
“I love you too,” I whisper back. ”I love you too, Louis.”
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“I love you too,” I whisper into the darkness. “I love you too, Louis.”
But in the darkness, there is only me, myself, and I; and you can’t hear the words I’m whispering; because you’re in the room opposite mine with her – with Eleanor –; because the words that I want to hear you whisper are for her ears only.
Because everything that just happened was only in my head; everything was made up.
Because you’ll never love me the way you love her.
Because I’m not the one you chose.
Because I’m not the one you love.
Because you won’t ever understand that I love you, Louis Tomlinson. Because you won’t ever feel my heart aching for you. Because you won’t ever feel the hand that wraps itself around my neck when you’re with her.
Because you’ll never love me.
Because I’m not her.
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A/N: I'm having a horrible, horrible day. And I don't really know how to convey my emotions because the sentences that come out of my mouth aren't coherent and I feel like I can't breathe. But I decided to upload this fanfic that I wrote yesterday night, because it's somewhat based on what I feel like right now. And it hurts, and I want to cry. I don't know how else to explain myself. I feel inadequate, and I feel like you're choosing her instead of me - and I'm wishing you didn't. I really really want you; can you tell? Probably not. But it doesn't matter to you anyway, because I'm insignificant. I really want you to choose me. I do. But I guess fate has other plans. I'm really sorry for all this rambling, and this probably doesn't even make sense. But it hurts. Blindingly so, too.
Nouis One Shot Enjoy! ~Sarah xo Louis opened his eyes to little effect, it was pitch dark. There it was again, that noise. All 5 were bundled up on the tour bus, on the long overnight journey between arenas. He rubbed his sleepy eyes and recognized the sound of stifled crying, sniffles and hiccups. Immediately struck with compassion for his friend, Louis felt around with his arms and found the source on the seat in front of him. "Niall?" he murmured, squashing his face between the seats. The moonlight shone through the window, turning his messy hair silver. Niall reached out a hand, which Louis grasped tightly. "I just-" "I know, it's alright" he missed his family, Louis understood that, "come here". Niall clambered around onto the seat next to Louis, resting his tear stained face in the crook of his neck. The pair lay for a moment in silence, enjoying the warmth of their combined bodies in the chilly air. "er, me mam, she always tol me to watch meself round de here leprechauns!" The oldest whispered in a mock Irish accent. "they are crafty critters, they are!" Niall laughed quietly, unable to stop the smile spreading across his lips. He found Louis' hands with his own and rested them just bellow his navel. Time seemed to stop, as both became more aware of each other, the proximity of their bodies. "Lou?" the younger boy whispered, turning his head and staring at his lips, they were so close. Louis closed the small gap between them, tentatively parting Niall lips with his own. His confidence grew as Niall returned the action. He had been having thoughts about the Irish boy for a few months now, never knowing if what he felt even was anything, if he even had a chance. Niall broke the kiss, settling back down on Louis' chest and fiddling with his companions fingers. A few seconds later, he was asleep. Louis looked down at the smaller boy, a smile on his lips. Everything was falling together. The simplest action of being near him filled him with joy. Niall was perfect. Everything was perfect in this moment.
