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byebyebronte replied to your post “5, 25, 37”

I chew my straws too, but before they go in my drinks. it's a nervous/bored habit

I do it while im drinking and by the end the drink doesnt even come through hahaha

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5, 25, 37

5.Do you chew on your straws? 

i doooo its a bad habit

25.Has someone of the opposite sex ever told you they loved you, and meant it?

yah they have :)

37.Can you live a day without TV? 

id like to say yes but i really cant

DO IT

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byebyebronte replied to your post “8, 28, 38.”

I LOVE YOU BABEH. I'M SORRY YOU WERE DISAPPOINTED. TAKE THE LOVE. ALL OF IT. TAKE IT.

I LOVE YOU BABY G <3 <3 <3

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8, 28, 38.

8. Do you cry easily?

I do when I'm alone

28. Are you a forgiving person?

It takes a lot for me to forgive someone. My forgiveness is hard earned

38. When was the last time you were extremely disappointed?

Ummmm probably a couple of days ago when I was fighting with my parents and things were said and I was disappointed with them 

:)

DO IT

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Little Things

Zayn gripped her hips and drove in, her hands knotted in pillows as he drove in, again and again, grinding against him, biting her lower lip, trying not to scream as the pressure built to that exquisite point –

“Hey Zayn we – ah! Ah oh God, sorry! Sorry no Louis don’t - “Harry why are you OH, OH JEEZ!” “Guys what are you – OH. RIGHT. Nice one.” “NIALL!” “Liam what are you yelling for I – oh. Yeah I see it now.”

She had screamed and rolled away, falling off the side of the bed and stayed there, feeling her face burn red. Oh God, did the rest of One Direction see me naked? “You didn’t mention that birth mark on her – ” “GET OUT!” Zayn had a sheet wrapped around his middle, and kneeled up on the bed. “Get the fuck out! Why wouldn’t you knock? What’s a matter with knocking? Seriously!”

“I came to get you because the press are in the lobby, they want to do an interview now. Simon will be here a minute, so… you should probably get dressed.” Harry finished lamely, noting the piles of clothes around the room, zoning in as Louis had on the pink, frilly knickers on the ground. “GET OUT!”

She heard the boys shuffle out, a rustle, and Zayn was leaning over the edge of the bed looking at her. “Gorgeous?” “Yeah?” her voice was muffled, she was still face down on the ground. “You right?” “Yep.” “Wanna get off the floor or…?” “No, no I’ll be fine here for the next few centuries, go get dressed.” She waved him off, not looking up, completely mortified.

Zayn hurried to shower and dress. Slowly she crawled back into the bed, deciding under the covers was a warmer, more comfortable place to hide. He peered under the duvet. “I don’t know how long I’ll be, but feel free to order whatever you want, and watch the telly and everything. I’ll be back as soon as I can,” he peeled the blankets off of her, making her sit up. He licked his lips and gave her a dangerous smile. “I want to finish what I started,” he muttered wickedly, placing a hand on the back of her neck and kissing her in a way that had to be illegal.

“Bye,” he breathed against her lips and walked away. She might have said bye back, she might not have, he’d rendered her a little speechless.

  She sat back in the pillows, wearing knickers and his t-shirt again, flipping through the channels and coming on a live report.

All five boys sat at a table and Zayn had that wonderful just-rolled-out-of-bed-not-giving-a-fuck look happening, and it was hard to believe she’d been wrapped up in that jacket the night before. They were pretty standard, generic questions; How’s the new album, What’re your plans for the holidays, What do you think of this year’s X-Factor, Is it true you’re going to Canada in March…

“Zayn! Zayn we have a source that says you’ve got yourself a girl here in London, want to give us any insight into that one?”

  Zayn squinted slightly in the bright camera lights. He couldn’t have heard that right. “Zayn? The girl? What’s her name?” Jolted back to reality, Zayn felt his stomach do a backflip. He hadn’t even told his mum or sisters about her yet, he couldn’t just announce it on telly, but what if she was watching? Would she be upset, feel like he was ashamed of her?

“Look I don’t really think that’s got anything to do with the band or the boys, so if we could move on to another –” “Zayn do you deny having a new girlfriend then? Are you back together with Little Mix’s Perrie?” “No, no leave Perrie alone,” Zayn said, feeling himself grow angry. He and Perrie had left on good terms, there was no need to drag her into any of this. “If I am seeing anyone, she and I will decide if and when we go public. Next question, thanks.” “So you are seeing someone?”

  She held her breath, clutching the covers up to her face. Oh gosh, oh gosh, oh gosh, is he about to ..??

“Yes.” Zayn rolled his eyes. “You had a question about the album cover, didn’t you? Louis can tell you all about that.”

  He walked into the room. Maybe she hadn’t seen it.

“Zayn.” Her voice was serious, and she was sitting on his made bed, fully clothed. “You shouldn’t have said that.” “Why not?” he asked defensively. “It’s true.” He shrugged. “The media –” “Fuck the media. We’ll deal with it as it comes. I’m in love with you.” He crouched in front of her, catching her hands in his. “It’ll be all right. I hope you’re not busy tomorrow, I want you to meet my mum.”

Her lips pursed and her body tensed. “She’ll love you, don’t worry.” “It’s not that.” “What is it babe?” he brushed her hair away from her face. Her eyes grew wider and watery. “I’m worried that…” she looked away. “That what?” he was starting to panic. Did she think that Toby dick could get at her? “Gorgeous?” “I’m worried that when the media sees us together, and there’s photos everywhere… You’ll realise I’m not pretty enough for you.” She looked down at their interlocked hands, and a few tears dropped down, hot and wet on his skin.

He moved and sat beside her, wrapping his arm around her shoulders.

He cleared his throat, held her a little tighter and began to sing.

“Your hand fits in mine like it’s made just for me, But bear this in mind it was, meant to be And I’m joining up the dots with the freckles on your cheeks And it all makes sense to me I know you’ve never loved The crinkles by your eyes, when you smile You’ve never loved, your stomach or your thighs The dimples in your back at the bottom of your spine But I’ll love them endlessly I won’t let these little things slip Out of my mouth But it’s you It’s you It’s you they add up to And I’m in love with you, And all your little things…”

He continued to sing as she cried a little more, curling herself up against him. She shook slightly; she wasn’t ready for this, wasn’t ready to be ‘Zayn Malik’s girlfriend’, to be hassled every where, to have teenage girls wishing her an early death… if he meant it, though, when he sung all of that to her… If he could really, truly love her, even though she’d never look a thing like Perrie…

Maybe it would be ok. 

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Moments

The boys had finished rehearsing and were headed back to the hotel.

“Hey, hey lads um, listen,” Zayn caught their attention. “I was wondering if maybe we could do dinner tonight? A restaurant?” “Why?” Nial asked. “There’s someone I want you all to meet.”

  She sat alone at the table set for six. Her knees jigged up and down and knotted her fingers in her lap. She couldn’t help but feel this was Zayn trying to overcompensate for the horror of that morning. Anxiously she checked her phone. He was currently two minutes late.

He’d said she could bring her girlfriends from college but she hadn’t had enough time to get anyone to come with her. So she was sitting alone in a tiny Italian restaurant in the west end feeling the eyes of the waiters on the back of her neck and wishing the boys would hurry the fuck up.

“Hey gorgeous,” she jumped as he whispered in her ear, the other boys approaching and smiling awkwardly. She stood and kissed his cheek, and then said ‘Hello’ to the other four, standing on tip toe while she shook their hands and kissed their cheeks too. They all sat down and for a moment were quiet.

“So is this the chick you’re shagging?” “Niall!” Harry whizzed around in shock.

It was perfect, though; Niall set her off giggling, which made Zayn laugh, and then Louis and Liam laughed, and Niall and Harry cracked up quickly. The ice was broken.

They spent the night eating, drinking, talking, joking, and didn’t even notice they were the last ones in the restaurant until the waiter tapped them on the shoulder and asked politely if they could call a cab.

“Come back to the hotel,” he murmured. They were outside waiting for the car to pull round, and she was inside his jacket, held tight in his arms. “Sleep in a king size bed. We can order a hot breakfast… Come with me tonight.” He pressed his lips to hers, softly, and she felt part of her melt. Nodding, she kissed him back, a little harder. He pulled away and pressed their foreheads together.

“Oi! Lovebirds! The car’s here!” Louis called out, and they hurried to pile in together.

  Zayn left the lights off, and slowly, carefully they undressed one another. “They loved you, by the way,” he murmured, unbuttoning her skinny jeans. “Really?” she whispered back, pushing his jacket off and fumbling to hang it up on a coat hanger. “Really; they wouldn’t have stuck around and spoken to you for that long if they didn’t.” he lifted her arms and gently tugged off her white t-shirt. “Well that’s wonderful to hear,” she kissed his neck, pulling and sliding his shirt and vest off. Fumbling, she shimmied down his pants, and they stepped out of their piles of clothes and held one another.

“Gorgeous, I’m falling hard for you. I can’t help it. Every little thing you do, you say, the way you were tonight… you’re amazing.” He breathed against her ear. “Zayn…” her voice was uncertain. “I do love you, I do, but you can’t say things like that…” “Why not?” he pulled away, and somehow still his eyes burned in the dark. “If you say things like that I’ll believe you, and I’ll make plans in my head,” she reached up and ran her thumbs over his earrings, down his neck, over where his tattoos were. “And I’ll start wishing for and wanting things that could fall apart in a moment’s notice.”

She leant her head against his chest, and he rested his head on top of hers, swaying slightly. “I’ll stop saying it. You should know, though, I meant every word.” He stroked her hair and coiled his arm more tightly about her waist.

She couldn’t say it. She couldn’t admit the hold he had on her, how much she’d come to depend on him, how knowing he loved her, and the depth of that love…. It scared her. She was scared, but she couldn’t tell him.

Instead she pulled away and took his stubley face in her hands, kissing him long, soft and passionately. He responded, his hands roving freely over her skin.

  They made love in a quiet, beautiful way – the way the sun peers through the clouds and tints them pink at dawn, the way moonlight hits water, the way you tenderly kiss someone who means the world to you. As they settled to sleep, Zayn knew he didn’t need her to say it. If she could love him that way – so gentle, so real – he didn’t need to hear it. He could feel it.

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I Would

Zayn set a plate of toast beside the bed. “How you feeling babe?” “Great, that you’re here.” She wriggled further under her white, rose print duvet. She was back in his t-shirt and a pair of panties, and he’d pulled on a pair of boxers. They’d both turned their phones off.

He settled back into bed with her, opening his arms so she could cuddle in, whilst hitting play on the DVD they were watching.

“He touched the butt!”

She giggled and her shoulders shook. He tilted her chin up when she calmed down. “You’re so, so beautiful when you laugh.” She scrunched up her nose and shook her head a little. He nodded. “You are, though,” he smiled. She bit her lip, and he leaned in, kissing her soft and sweet. Without meaning to, he reached up and coiled a hand in her hair, rolling on top of her and kissing her without fear, without restraint, wrapping his arms around her body, holding her close, closer than he’d ever thought he’d want to hold a girl, and her arms were around him, she was moaning into his mouth, pulling his trackies down, he seized the sides of her panties –

The house phone rang.

“Fuck. That’ll be mum.” She bit her lip, shimmying her pants back on. “I’m sorry baby, give me a minute?”

He paused the film again; he could hear her from the kitchen, the phone was on the wall near the stairs.

“Hello? Oh.” He knew that “Oh.” It essentially meant, uh-oh.

He pulled his pants back on and padded down stairs, sitting on the bottom ones, watching her walk away as far as the phone cord would let her.

“Is something wrong?” she kept her back to him, running a hand through her hair. “Then why are you calling me?” He heard the anger in her voice. “Yes, I’m in England, I’ve been here for six months and you didn’t even notice I was gone?” Pause. “I got a scholarship. Yes, that scholarship. No, I’m not coming back soon. I – I might not come back at all.” She half glanced behind her, where Zayn was sitting.

“I don’t CARE if you miss me. I don’t care. No, I don’t want to see you. No.” Another pause. “I swear to God if you do something that stupid – no my mum will NOT give you my address for over here! No! No! Listen, do NOT call this number again. In fact you won’t be able to, I’m changing it.” Another pause… “Oh go fuck yourself.”

She hung up the phone and slumped on the ground, her face breaking into tears. “Baby! Baby, please, what happened? Who was that?” Zayn was by her side, his arms around her. It broke his heart – she wasn’t even sobbing, tears flowed freely, obviously out of anger more than anything. “Please gorgeous, please tell me?”

She pulled away and wiped her nose. He didn’t mind that it was with his t-shirt.

“His name was Toby,” she said. Zayn’s heart sank a little. “He’s the reason I wasn’t here sooner.” “What?” “He ruined my scholarship application the first time.” She wiped her eyes, looking at her hands, not him. “The day of my interview. Called me half an hour before it, said something had happened, that I needed to get back to his place as soon as I could. Wouldn’t tell me what it was. I panicked, you know,” she half shrugged, her mouth forming a hard line. “Stupid, stupid girl. I was so stupid back then. So, so stupid,” she hit her own head a little, and he stopped her.

“Anyway, I rush to his place, miss my interview completely.” “And?” “And he needed me to come over so he could break up with me and go to Queensland with his mates for Schoolies without worrying about ‘it’.” She formed little air brackets around the last word bitterly. “He’s apologised, said if he knew what I’d been doing that day he wouldn’t have called…” fresh tears began to flow. “And he saw my mum at Coles yesterday, and they chatted, and she told him where I was, and he got my number here somehow, and I just…” she broke away, still unable to look Zayn in the eye. “I just can’t believe he can still get to me. Here. Here. I’m half way around the world for fuck’s sake!” she lashed out, punching at the ground.

“I hate it. I hate everything about this situation. I hate myself for being so stupid, for even talking to him on the phone, and you’re here,” she finally turned to him, her eyes wide and wet, full of guilt and pain, “And today was meant to be about us, and I’ve ruined it by bringing that stupid fuck up into things…”

“Is that why you called me a dirty cheating bastard the other day?” Zayn asked suddenly, having a light bulb moment. She bit her lip. “I’m sorry baby. I found out a week later he’d been sleeping with girls on the side, and I just, I don’t know, I can’t explain it, I’m so sorry –” He crushed her mouth in a kiss. “Never ever think I’m like him. I’d die before I’d do that to you. He’s a major fuck up by the sounds of it. And now he’s realised what he’s lost and he’s hoping he can get it back.”

She still didn’t look sure. “He made the biggest mistake any guy could ever make, and that was letting you go.” His arms tightened around her. “I’m never going to be stupid enough to do that, babe.”

She cuddled into him, and he held her so close, so tight to him. A few more tears fell as she realised that as much as he said it, a small, tiny part of her, the part broken by Toby, might never quite believe it. 

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byebyebronte replied to your post: omg what happened to your ass?

OH MY GOD NOO! :( I hope your butt’s ok dani! I remember your donut, not fun times :(

hahahahhahaaha omg yes that donut was so funny i had to carry it everywhere i dont want to carry it around uni now omfg 

niliam replied to your post: Guys I think I broke my ass…

d a n i

w h y always me maggie????

mrstrentbell replied to your post: Guys I think I broke my ass…

Aw hun do you want me to check that out for you?

yeah, do you mind? you might have to stick your hand up there :P