#afternoonwritings

[thewizardgarden]

I fell in love with those imperfections you possessed.

Coming late and saying, “I am on time.”

Ne’er taking a shower, yet saying, “I am fresh.”

Utter laziness and just lying on the billet forever.

Going afar, yet saying, “I am near.”

Now that you are gone, could you just hold my hand and tell me for which should I have not fallen for?

~Megha Somanathan

[rxvxrse]

Home || Niall&Ariana

Niall sits on his ex-girlfriends porch, his head in his hands, just waiting for her to come around. He missed her. It had been over a year since he left her for his music. He’d gone on tour with his boys and now Zayn had left. The stress of it all was getting to him and he wasn’t sure that he wanted this life anymore. He fiddled with his thumbs and sucked in his cheeks, willing himself to keep it together. 

If the paps found out that he was visiting her, the magazines would have a hay-day with the whole affair. He made sure to be careful, a dark hoody shrouded his head and shoulders; no one would notice him.