genre: social media au (possible written parts), idol!skz x stylist!reader, friends to lovers, hanji pov (unless specified otherwise), slow burn
warnings: han & reader being oblivious, swearing, terrible jokes, twitter humor, mature ish themes, probably will add more as i figure more out, written in english but it's safe to assume their talking in korean
summary: Han Jisung is an oblivious, but adorable, idiot. But his wardrobe stylist isn't much better. They're the only two who seem completely unaware of their feelings for the other. The group bands (hehe) together to get them together in a mission they like to call "Case 143".
status: ongoing (currently not on wattpad)
taglist: open
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profiles - the kids + babysitter
chapter one - new era
chapter two - han jisung simp era
chapter three - who are you with??
chapter four - personal tour guide
chapter five - we need to slay
chapter six -
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Disclaimer: These characters do not represent the in real life people they are portraying and these stories are strictly fictional!
a/n: MY FIRST SMAU AND SKZ FIC ?! please bear with me as i slowly figure out how to do this. this is honestly going to be a trial run so i wouldn't be surprised if it ends up being a complete train wreck. let's hope at least a few of you enjoy it <3
Warning: Hyunjin teases Y/N and Seungmin (out of LOVE), hanji simp era (it's the title so like...duh), Seungmin is a menace but we love him, ignore time stamps and the fact that some tweets don't have likes/comments/retweets i'm still getting used to things
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a/n: now i said that it was gonna get more exciting but i didn't exactly say /when/ it would. it's a slow burn for a reason guys 😁 also i'm trying to do a taglist so if you wanna join please send an ask with your username or comment on the masterlist. i hope you enjoy :)
Warning: Leeknow and Seungmin just retweeted instead of a comment bc they're silly, Hyunjin teases I.N. (out of LOVE), ignore time stamps and the fact that some tweets don't have likes/comments/retweets i'm still getting used to things
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A/N: here it is !!! chapter one is officially done :) it's not very long bc it really is just an introduction chapter but i promise it will become more exciting as it goes on! also i may try to do a taglist so if you wanna join please send an ask with your username or comment on the masterlist. i hope you enjoy :)
my pace • a yang jeongin racer au fanfic masterlist
genre: racer au, brothers rival trope
warnings: mentions of drinking, swearing, mentions of drug use, mentions of sexual content, sports violence
summary: Being one of the only girls in a group of male F1 drivers can get a little chaotic. There's rules and regulations you have to follow in order to keep yourself safe. Grace Sim knows this a little too well and for the last 3 years she been following her brothers rules perfectly. But what happens when one rule gets a little too hard to follow?
status: ongoing (also on wattpad)
taglist: open
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prologue
chapter one
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Disclaimer: These characters do not represent the in real life people they are portraying and these stories are strictly fictional!
a/n: this fic was originally not going to be published until later but then skz had the AUDACITY to post LALALALA dance practice racer version and I needed twitter to know why i was freaking out so much. i want to note that i just recently started getting into racing so i may not be perfectly knowledgable on everything but also the main focus of the fic isn't really the racing it's just an added bonus so...
summary: it's your first valentines day in a relationship and you're super excited. however, everything that could go wrong - did. and your boyfriend doesn't even seem to remember it's valentines day…or does he?
warnings: swearing, super duper cheesy…like extremely cheesy
a/n: heyyyy how y'all doing? happy valntyne's day, lovers! i randomly got this idea listening to valentine and luckily Cal won the twitter poll bc i lowkey wanted him to win it all along oops lol. anyways (as always) thank you to my amazing editor and to you guys reading this! i hope you enjoy and that you had a great valentines day !
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Today sucks. It has honestly been the worst day you’ve had in a long time. To make matters worse, it’s your first Valentine’s Day in a relationship and your boyfriend didn’t seem to remember or care.
You and Calum have been dating for four months and things have been going great. You and the guys have been friends for so long but you always felt different about Calum. When he finally got the courage to ask you out, you were ecstatic. Now it’s Valentine’s Day and while you usually hate this holiday since you never got to fully experience it, you were looking forward to spending the day with your boyfriend. But Calum didn’t say anything about Valentine’s Day when he woke up, and then you got called into work at 6 am so you couldn’t even stay at home with him. Then you got a shit ton of work thrown at you, and you spilt your coffee on your outfit and important documents that needed to be sent out before you left. It seemed that everything that could go wrong, did. All you wanted to do was go home and curl up in a ball, never to leave again. You knew that by now Calum had left your house to go back to his own and you couldn’t tell if that made you feel better or worse. Part of you longed for his comforting cuddles. His body temperature always seeming warmer than normal and his tattoos were strangely calming to trace always made you feel better. But the other part of you desperately wanted to be alone. To go to the grocery store and buy whatever the hell you wanted, go home to change into your pajamas, and binge watch John Mulaney specials until the tears on your cheeks turned to ones of laughter. Unfortunately, you cannot have both.
Work seemed to drag on, the end of your shift always seeming out of reach. Until finally, your boss walked into your office. “Y/N, you’ve been here for nearly 10 hours. Go home and enjoy the holiday with your boyfriend.”
“Yeah, I’m good. Thanks” you said, ignoring her and continuing the last of your work.
“Hey, I know I’m your boss. But I’d like to think that we’re friends too. I can tell when somethings wrong, Y/N. Did something happen between you and Calum?” She closes your door and sits down in the chair across from you. “You know you can talk to me, right?”
You look up at her and the sympathetic look on her face made you tear up. “It’s just been such a shitty day, and it’s my first Valentine’s Day in a relationship, and my boyfriend doesn’t even seem to care. I woke up this morning hoping for at least a “Happy Valentine’s Day” from him. But I didn’t get anything. I got a “good morning” and then a phone call that I had to come in today. I just…I just want to go home and be alone,” you say choking up. You’re trying to keep the tears from falling and then you realize how much you just spilt to your boss. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to rant like that. I’m just so tired.”
“It’s okay, Y/N. Why don’t you go treat yourself to some sweets and go home, okay? I’ll have one of the interns finish the last little bit of work.” You nod and gather your stuff. You quietly thank her and walk out your office door. As you’re walking to your car, you check your phone in hopes that Calum remembered what day it was and texted you. But there was nothing. No call, text, not even a tag on Instagram for a Valentine’s Day post. At this point, you don’t even want the sweets. You don’t want to walk through the store and see more people. So you head home, hoping for some quiet.
After unlocking the door and walking in, you take off your shoes and notice a rose petal on the mat you keep your shoes on. Confused, you pick it up and look at it. Looking at the floor, you notice more rose petals. You being to grow more confused and decide to follow them out of curiosity. You follow them all the way upstairs to your bedroom. You see that they go under the closed door so you open it up. Your bedroom is covered in balloons and rose petals and sitting on your bed is your boyfriend, grinning like a mad man. He looks as handsome as ever in a suit and red tie, hold a giant teddy bear and a few boxes of chocolates.
“Hey,” he says smiling even more (if that’s even possible).
“Hi.” You say quietly, walking over to him. “What is all this?”
“Well, I was hoping to spend Valentine’s Day with my favorite person ever, but they got called into work. And a little birdie may or may not have mentioned the terrible day you had. I didn’t forget about Valentine’s Day, love. I just really wanted to surprise you.” And that’s when the dam holding your tears back finally gives out. You sniffle and look at him. “Hey, it was not my intention to make you cry!” He sets the teddy bear and chocolates on your bed and walks over to you. He hugs you and lightly kisses your head.
“You’re just…you’re so incredible and I just spent the work day angry at you because I thought you didn’t care about Valentine’s Day.” Your words are muffled by his shirt. “I’m so sorry, Cal.”
“No, don’t apologize, love. I wanted to surprise you and I obviously didn’t think this through very well.” You shake your head and look up at him.
“It’s perfect, thank you.” You peck his lips and he wipes your tears.
He kisses your head again and for the first time—he says “I love you.” You swear you have never felt the way you are feeling right now. You face breaks out into a huge smile and you kiss him. Eventually you pull away for air, still smiling.
“I love you too, Calum. This is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me.” You walk over to the box of chocolates and giggle when you see “will you be my valntyne?” written on the lid. “You’re such a dork.”
“Yeah, but I’m your dork.” He smiles and hugs you from behind. “Now let’s go cuddle and watch John Mulaney.”
“You read my mind.” You turn and kiss his nose.
“There’s a horse loose in the hospital!”
After you change into comfier clothes, you and Cal are cuddled together on the couch with your favorite comedian on in the background. He brought all the snacks and treats to the living room and refused to eat any of it claiming “it’s for you, love.” He pulls you closer and lightly draws shapes on your back. As he does, you feel your eyes begin to feel heavy. The long day and tears finally caught up with you and exhaustion kicks in.
“Love, you can take a nap. I know your day was rough,” he whispers and kisses your head. “You must be so tired.”
“‘M fine, Cal. I wanna stay up with you.” Your eyes are closed and you are cuddled into his side as much as possible.
“Go ahead and take a nap, love. I’ll be fine. I can carry you to bed if you want.” You nod, already half asleep. He picks you up and brings you back to your room. He lays you down on the bed and kisses your head. He starts to walk to the door
“Stay,” you say. You grab his wrist to stop him from walking away from you. “Please, Cal.” You look up at him as he smiles and nods. He takes his jeans and shirt off then lays next to you. Your legs end up tangled together, his arms wrap around your body pulling you as close to his chest as possible. He rubs your back and kisses your head every once and a while.
“I love you so much,” he whispers. Since he said it the first time, he hasn’t stopped. While watching the special, he would look at you when you were laughing and say it. You would say it back, obviously. He must’ve thought you had fallen asleep, but you were still slightly awake. “God, how did I get so lucky. I don’t deserve you, love. I really don’t.”
“Cheesy fucker,” you say with a sleepy giggle. You open your eyes and look up at him.
“I thought you were asleep!” He laughs, but is clearly embarrassed.
“I am! I am, keep going.” You quickly close your eyes again with a wide smile on you face.
“Yeah, no. I’m not going to make that ego of yours any bigger.” You both laugh and he kisses your head. “Just go back to sleep, bub. We can go back to watching John Mulaney specials and eating our weight in chocolate when you wake up.” You nod and look up at him. You kiss his nose and cuddle back into his side. “I love you.”
“I love you too, Cal.” You smile and close your eyes again. Before falling asleep again you remembered something. “You are gonna clean up the rose petals…right?”
summary: Say my name and everything just stops, I don't want you like a best friend, Only bought this dress so you could take it off
warnings: spicy ish oops, only a couple uses of Y/N, no specific pronouns but reader is implied to be female, drinking, swearing
a/n: howdy do guys, gals, non-binary pals, and others :) i'm starting a new special!!! at least one blurb for the four 5sos boys are going to be based on taylor swift songs. i have a list of taylor songs that i think give off the vibes of the boys and will base blurbs on those songs. i'm so so excited because swiftsos is like my favorite thing to talk about. also this all started on twitter (surprise surprise LMAO). anyways. enjoy, loves :)
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"Ash, no more marks," you say with a giggle and push him away. "I have too many to cover up already. I don't need more. Besides, we have to go. The guys are waiting for us."
"Let 'em wait. Stay here a little longer." His voice is muffled by your skin as he nuzzles his head into your neck.
"It's a party for you, Irwin! Come on, we gotta go celebrate your number one album." You grab the sheet and cover your body with it. Despite all that you and Ashton have been through, you're still slightly self-conscious about him seeing you naked outside of your...activities...together. You grab your clothes and head into the bathroom, closing the door with a sigh.
Your number one rule was always "Never get involved with one of the guys." But after one too many drinks and more shots than necessary a few months ago, you may or may not have woken up in your best friend's hotel room...naked. And then it happened again. And again. And almost every night since the first time. In your defense, he was good. Like really good. So good that apparently neither one of you wanted to stop. That's how you ended up in Ashton's hotel room (for the second night in a row) under his sheets. According to him, he needed "a confidence boost before going to the party." So—like any good friend would—you snuck into Ashton's room beforehand to give him the boost of confidence he needed.
After changing into your red cocktail dress and doing your makeup and hair, you open the door and walk out. "Your turn, pretty boy." He groans and pulls the blanket over his head. "Come on, Ash. The guys are waiting for you!" You giggle, though you're slightly annoyed, and walk over to the bed. You pull the blankets away from his face. "Get dressed." You leaned forward and kiss his cheek. "Or no more meetings," you whisper in his ear. That seemed to motivate him enough to get up and get ready because as you were walking out, heels in your hand and a smirk on your face, you hear him scrambling to get his clothes.
Since your "meetings" were supposed to be secret, you two decided to leave separately. You leave his hotel room and head towards the ballroom the managers booked for the day.
"Hey, pretty!" You hear a slightly drunk Calum yell at you as you walk in.
"Hey, handsome. How much have you had to drink?" You lightly kiss his cheek and then sit down next to him at the bar. It wasn’t unusual for you and Cal to be flirty with each other. Calum's flirty personality didn't phase you anymore. His compliments, pet names, and nicknames were all just fun and games to you. You're just glad Ashton isn't down here yet to hear you two.
“Only two!” He holds up three fingers in front of your face. Yeah, two bottles. You think.
“I think it’s time to cut you off, Cal,” you giggle and push his arm down.
“Y/N?” He finally made it downstairs. The way Ashton says your name makes your heart stop and your stomach does a thousand flips like it’s been a trained gymnast for years now. You didn’t know it was possible for a man, let alone your best friend, to make you feel this way. But it’s all platonic…right?
Flashback
“Come on, Calum. You said you would come with me to get my dress for the Billboard party,” you whine and give him your best puppy dog eyes. It’s his weakness. It’s all boys' weakness.
“Y/N/N, you have like three months to find a dress. Why do you have to go now?” Because your best friend convinced me to buy the dress I have been looking at for months now simply by calling me sexy once.
"Because I got paid today and don't want the dress I want to be bought before I get it! Duh!" You roll your eyes and drag Calum off the couch. "Come on, Cal! Please? I'll buy you coffee," you look him in the eyes and once again try the puppy dog eyes.
"Fine," he sighs and sits up. "But only because you're getting me coffee."
The red cocktail dress was like nothing you'd ever worn before. It was shorter than you usually wear, sexier than the other dresses you've worn, and you felt more confident in it than any other outfit you've ever worn.
It was beautiful. You felt beautiful in it. And it would look so much more beautiful on Ashton's floor.
"So? What do you think?" You step out of the fitting room and do a small spin in front of Calum.
"Y/N, you look beautiful," he says as he watches you. "No one is going to be able to take their eyes off you."
I’m only hoping for one pair of eyes.
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Time Skip
A few drinks and dances later, you are well past “tipsy” like you pretended to be.
“Love, I think you’ve had a bit too much to drink.” Ashton puts his hand on your lower back and whispers in your ear. You had been drinking and dancing with the guys for a while now, you were having so much fun that you didn’t even realize how much you had been drinking. “Come on, I’ll take you upstairs.”
“‘M fine! Relax a little, Irwin. You don’t need to worry about me,” you drunkenly say and lean on him to steady yourself. Was the room always spinning like this?
“Guys, I’m going to take Y/N upstairs to hopefully sober up a bit. The party is starting to die down anyways, you guys should head to bed too.” He’s such a mom…it’s so cute.
He guides and helps you upstairs to his room, his hand hasn’t left your lower back since you were downstairs. Why does it feel like his hand is leaving a burning tattoo on my skin?
"Only you would manage to spill white wine on a red dress." He chuckles slightly and leads you into the bathroom. "Take off your dress, I'll send it to the dry cleaners, and get into the bath. I'm sure you're covered in alcohol." He walks out of the bathroom and grabs the pajamas you don't remember leaving here.
"Are you sure this isn't just an excuse to get me naked?" You giggle and sit on the toilet, looking at the man towering over you.
"Now, come on. You know me better than that." He leans in closer to your ear. "I have much better methods for getting you naked," he whispers and then lightly kisses your cheek. You giggle and your face heats up (though that may be from the alcohol). "Just get in the bath, love."
"Only if you join me."
The water was starting to cool off but you wouldn't want to be anywhere else than in Ashton's arms. He's massaging your shoulders and quietly humming one of the songs he's been writing. You slowly start to close your eyes, the alcohol running out of your body and the relaxation coming in.
This isn't normal. Friends don't do this.
Yeah, well we're not exactly friends so...
Not exactly friends. Not exactly more. Or are you?
"Ash?" You whisper to him, wanting to keep the quiet atmosphere. He quietly hums back, letting you know he's listening. "Do you...Do you remember when we first met? We looked completely different. I mean of course we did, we were just kids in high school. I remember one day when my ex broke up with me. And it was messy. And I was a mess. I ran to you right away, I guess I didn't have anyone else. Even though I was ugly sobbing and at my very lowest point, you still saw the good." You sit up and look at him. Everything comes crashing down and suddenly you realize...you don't want him like a best friend.
"What are you getting at, my love?" My love...does he? Oh no, I'm shaking. Is it the cold or the nerves? Please be the cold. "Y/N/N? You're shaking, come on, let's get out."
"Ash, just wait. I-I'm trying to tell you something." You sit on the opposite side of the very very small bathtub, looking at him. "You pulled me out of all my darkest moments, you still are. Hell, you do it even when I sleep! I wake up right before it gets bad because of you. And you pull me closer to your side and whisper 'It's okay, love. I've got you.' You've got me, Ash. I couldn't escape even if I wanted to."
"Are you saying what I think you're saying?" He looks hopeful. That's a good sign...right?
"I'm in love with you, Ashton Irwin. I love you more than a best friend, or a friend with benefits, or whatever the hell we are. I want to be yours. And I want you to be mine," you say nervously. Please don't hate me.
"I'm already yours, y/n." He smiles and kisses you.
"I can't believe you had no idea. Did you not see how I reacted to all those guys looking at you?!" You two are cuddled up in his bed, talking about how dumb both of you are for not noticing your feelings for each other.
"No one was looking at me! You're delusional."
"It was because of that dress you were wearing! You looked stunning in it. No one took their eyes off you!"
"Can I tell you a secret?" He nods, eagerly. He's always loved knowing secrets. "I only bought the dress so you could take it off."
Warning: Seungmin is a menace but we love him, Chan is dad, ignore time stamps and the fact that some tweets don't have likes/comments/retweets i'm still getting used to things
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a/n: skz are starting to get suspicious of han and y/n 😁 but it's just the beginning... if you wanna join the taglist please send an ask with your username or comment on the masterlist. i hope you enjoy :)
summary: you and niall have been dating for about a year and the fans still haven't accepted you two together. you are so fed up with all the hate so you decide to take matters into your own hands. but he hasn't moved on.
warnings: angsty ish, swearing, mentions of drinking, uses they/them pronouns like twice
a/n: this was going payback to my friend for spamming me with Johnny Orlando pics while i was studying. but because i had this idea while listening to Still by Niall Horan, i felt like i had to write it for him like i originally planned. i wrote a very specific line first and i'm lowkey obsessed with it so.
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It’s been three months and ten days since you and Niall broke up, not that he’s counting. It feels like he hasn’t left the couch since you were standing in front of him telling him that you can’t handle the pressure of being in the public anymore. That the fans finally pushed you away from him. He doesn’t know where you are or what you’re doing anymore. But you haven’t left his mind. You will never leave his mind. He still remembers every word you said to him when you left.
*3 months and 10 days ago*
“Hey, love. How was your day?” Niall looks up from his phone as you walk into the living room. He sees your eyes are red and puffy and your cheeks are slightly red, an obvious sign you had been crying. “Love? What happened?”
“I can’t keep doing this, Ni.” Your voice sounds thick and it cracks with emotion.
“Can’t do what?” He stands up from the couch and walks over to you. He reaches for you to pull you into a hug but you move out of the way, denying his sign of affection. “What’s going on?”
“I posted a picture of us on Instagram and your fans found it. They started leaving comments about how I’m not good enough for you, or how you don’t look happy with me. Just r-really nasty things,” you sniffle and wipe your eyes with the sleeve of your (his) sweatshirt. This has been going on ever since you two decided to go public with your relationship on your one year anniversary. It’s now eight months later and Niall’s “loyal” fanbase still isn’t willing to accept that their idol is no longer single.
He sighs and sits back down on the couch. “I’ll handle it, love. I’m so sorry this keeps happening. I really don’t understand why they just can’t accept-“
“I can’t do this anymore, Niall.” You look at him, staying in your place right in front of the couch.
“What are you talking about?” He looks up at you confused.
“I’m done. I-I can’t keep worrying about running into one of your fans when I go anywhere or post anything on social media. I thought I could handle being in the public eye, especially for you. But this is too much. I can’t keep doing this. I-I’m sorry, Niall. I’m breaking up with you.”
He felt the wind being knocked out of him, his heart stopped, everything blacked out. “You’re…breaking up with me?”
“I don’t want to. But this can’t be healthy, for either of us. I’m left feeling like I’m never going to be good enough for you. That you deserve someone, anyone, better than me. It isn’t good for my self esteem and I never feel like I’m giving you enough. I have to leave, Niall. I’m sorry. I can’t keep doing this.”
*today*
After you said that, you grabbed the things you had at his place and left, crying. He wanted to comfort you. He wanted to run after you, hold you, and tell you that everything will be okay. But he was frozen, stuck to the couch. The only movement being his breathing and the blinking back of his tears. He wasn’t an emotional guy, but he loved you so much. Without you he felt empty, lost, incomplete. You were, are, the love of his life. Every passing second he bitches at himself for letting you walk away that easily. He should’ve stopped you.
I can’t keep doing this. That line kept playing over and over again in his head. He had no idea it was that bad. That you had been feeling this way for so long. It broke him. He couldn’t help but feel guilty. For not seeing the hate, the signs that you were feeling this way. He was blind. And it killed your relationship.
He had never drank this much in his life. Constantly drinking Guinness and passing out on the couch, only to start all over again when he finally woke up. Lewis had been over every Sunday, trying to get Niall off the couch and into the shower. Or at least his bed. But Niall wouldn’t budge. He’d stay on the couch, only moving to get another beer, staring at the wall. He somehow has an endless supply of Guinness and hasn’t needed to leave the house in the three months you’ve been gone.
Lewis had never seen Niall like this. He was getting really worried, and knew that the only person who could fix it had been nowhere to be seen or heard from in three months. While you and Niall were dating, you had gotten really close with Lewis. He had treated you like a younger sister. It had broken you both when you broke up with Niall. Lewis didn’t blame you for breaking up with him though. He knew how bad the fans can get when their favorite celebrities start dating. He still tries his best to keep in touch with you, but you haven’t responded. He tried messaging your friends and family, trying to get any type of information about where you are or what you’re doing. Only your mom knew that you had turned off all social media and silenced any messages or calls from anyone that isn’t family. She said you had been staying with her and your dad for the last three months. He felt better knowing you were safe. Lewis had been worried about you so hearing from your parents was a weight lifted off of his shoulders.
It was another one of Lewis’s weekly visits. He pulled up to Niall’s house and walked inside. Niall’s house was a mess once again, even though Lewis had cleaned it last week when he came by. Lewis knew it was time to call up the big guns. He had done his best to help Niall, but he can’t do it any more. It’s hopeless. There’s only one person left to call…as long as they picked up.
You never wanted to break up with Niall. He was your best friend, your lover, everything. He was, is, your everything. But you couldn’t deal with his fans anymore. They constantly projected their own insecurities and jealousy on you, it was too much. The break up affected you more than you wish to admit. You turned off notifications for all your social media platforms, knowing that the fans would likely be even more upset with you now that you broke the heart of their idol. Because as everyone knows, a stranger dating their idol is bad, but a stranger breaking up with their idol is even worse.
You didn’t want to delete your platforms, you keep Niall’s page open on every platform he has, nearly all the time. Your thumb becomes sore from the constant scrolling and refreshing you do of his page, hoping you see (or don’t) any updates on how the love of your life is feeling. So far nothing. The last thing on his Instagram page is a selfie he posted of you two from your last date. It’s a similar one to what you posted of him, the one with the comments and acts that eventually lead to your breakup.
You’ve been staying at your parent’s house, in your old room. Your mom and dad have been giving you the space you need, but you know they're secretly worried. You can’t ignore the subtle glances to see if you react anytime you’re in the car and one of Niall’s songs comes on. Or the indirect questions of whether or not you’re okay or thinking of harming yourself. You do. And you're not, but you wouldn’t. Any phone call, text, or email you get is ignored. Except for one.
“I know how awkward this must be, but I know that you’re the only person who can fix this.” Lewis opens Niall’s front door to let you in. You had thought about ignoring his texts and phone calls, but you could tell how concerned Lewis was for his best friend, and you couldn’t ignore that any longer. For Lewis sake, of course. And maybe yours a bit too. Hell, you couldn’t ignore it for Niall’s sake. He’s still the love of your life and best friend.
“It’s okay. I still care about him. I’ll always care about him.” You walk into Niall’s house and go to his living room. “Niall?”
He’s dreaming. He has to be. The only time he ever hears your voice is in his dreams. He feels his eyes begin to water. His breath hitches and he swallows the lump forming in his throat.
“Y/N.” He hardly ever uses your name, always saying a nickname or a pet name. It takes you aback. You don’t know how to react when you hear your name fall from his lips, especially with so much emotion behind it. You look at him, still handsome as ever (though a bit rough).
“Niall.” You say again, feeling yourself tear up. You go over to him and kneel in front of him on the couch. “I…I can’t even think of the words to say to you right now. I-I’m so so sorry.”
“You left me,” he whispers. Your heart shatters. Those three words hurt you more than the actual break up.
“I’m so so sorry, Ni. Please. You have to understand, I-I couldn’t handle being hated on anymore. It had nothing to do with you,” you cry and shake your head. “I’m being honest, love. Please.”
“Honest? You want honesty?! I’m still in love with you, y/n! I will never not be in love with you! You mean everything to me, and I never wanted the media to fuck up our relationship like this. You wanted honesty?! I fucking gave it to you. I’m still in love with you.” He’s yelling now. It was like he got snapped out of his trance. There’s tears running down his cheeks and his face is red from the crying.
“I still love you too, Niall! I didn’t break up with you because I fell out of love with you, I broke up with you because I’m a coward!” You match his volume level and start crying even more.
“Don’t talk about yourself like that. You know I hate it,” his voice is back down to a normal volume. He looks you in the eyes. “You look really pretty.” It’s simple, a compliment he’s given you millions of times. But it means so much at this moment.
“You look really handsome.”
“I’m a mess,” he sniffles and chuckles quietly.
“Don’t talk about yourself like that. You know I hate it.” You nudge him and smile slightly. “You look handsome, love. A bit rough, but handsome.”
“I love you. I still love you. I know we’re so far from our first date at the zoo, but I’m here with you being completely honest. I’m still in love with you, and I always will be.”
