Hey have you been alright ?
I have been, thank you. My parents are both very well. Now I just have to fight my own Demons. -Red

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Hey have you been alright ?
I have been, thank you. My parents are both very well. Now I just have to fight my own Demons. -Red
is your name color?
oh darling, no. My parents are not that dense. -Red
Why
Do you know what it feels like to have your parents tell you they both have cancer? I do. Do you know what it's like to have your aunt tell you she has cancer? I do. Do you know how it feels to have suck relief over your mom and aunt being cured? I do. But do you know what it's like to have that relief ripped under you into a new black hole of pain when your father tells you he has cancer? I sure do. But why. Why us. Why do we have to suffer when all we have done has been to be good to this earth and the species on it. If a higher power excited why would it punish the pure and award the ungrateful? Why would it take a life so treasured and loved? Why? Have you ever felt the pain of loosing a friend. Or loosing a family member. Or having to fight for them to stay on this planet? I have. And I'm sick of it. -red
Hi can I please have an imagine with Harry where we have a huge fight and I try to walk out but he stops me and we make up? Btw my name is Cathy. Thanks! :)
"You know what? Fine! I'm done! You happy?!" With that I walk to the kitchen to grab my keys and my purse. I then make it to the living room closet to get my flip flops. "What do you mean you're done?" I dare not to look at his eyes. To not see the hurt and pain that is masking his features. I felt my heart crack at the thought of this being it. Of this being the moment that I step out of heaven and walk into hell. When I finally wake up from my dream and return to a dreaded reality. I told him I would never give up. Now look where we stand. How can two feel so strongly for one another and show it in the most hurtful way possible? How do we live this way? Where we constantly stab each other with a blade of affection and love. Yet all we feel is the blow and the blood seeping out of our hearts. I believe my heart holds no more blood or energy for another battle. "I mean that I'm... We.. We're done." I tried so desperately to hold to strength in my voice. To make it seem like I did not feel my heart shatter on the floor like a fragile glass decor that a child felt the need to play with and dropped without a care. But how could I? How could I walk away from my safe haven and walk into undocumented territory? There was only one way to find out. Without looking at him i walked to the door. But his voice stopped my hand from grabbing the handle. "Wait." His voice was so small. Almost... Scared. Afraid of what could happen next. I heard his footsteps come closer with my back facing him, avoiding his gaze. Only hearing the broken shards of hope seeping out, engraved into his words. "Don't go." I felt the familiar string in the corner of my eyes. Pricking at me like pin needles, begging to be freed. "And why should I stay?" My voice came out weaker than I hoped. It shook with fear and dread. I angrily wiped away the first tear as if it never escaped. Trying so hard to remand strong. I felt his hand gently grabbed my wrist and he slowly spun me around. I felt the broken shards of my heart swell with a small light of hope. Looking into his broken eyes for the first time I saw the salty waves pushing all barriers till they reached the surface and glided down his pink tinted cheeks. He took my hand in his and interlocked our fingers to show how perfect we connect. Like our body's were sculpted for this soul purpose. "Because we are fighters. And fighters never give up. And I'm not giving up on you till the day I die. Till the day I am truly defeated. Okay?" He placed his forehead to mine and took his thumb to swipe away the salty steams that engraved my face. I searched in my heart to find and more fight left. Any more blood left to pour. Any more flesh to slice with a blade. I looked into his beautiful green eyes that had small diamonds sparkling in the souls of their color. I then realized that as long as my heart is kicking it will always be up for a fight. It will away fight for him. "Okay."
What's ur name you owe it to me
Here is a poem for you babe. Roses are redViolets are blueIf you give me nothingThen what do I owe you?I say follow me And then I will spillBut I don't feel your loveSo one more promise and I will100 likes is all I askOn a post that I sendAnd if you can not do thatWhat do I owe you again?-Red
If you keep hiding your name and if you keep raising your "high standards" because you want more followers. Gurl ima slice you
Gurl ya wanna go??? Haha no I am only making a point. If my name means so important to you guys then you should prove it to me. Am I wrong?-Red
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Ok I get it. I have been unfair. I promised that when I reached 1,000 followers I would tell you all my name. I am now at 1,120 and I still go by Red. You really wanna know? Okay. I will tell you. I mean it. If this post gets 100 likes then I will post my name. That is a promise.
-Red
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Ok I get it. I have been unfair. I promised that when I reached 1,000 followers I would tell you all my name. I am now at 1,120 and I still go by Red. You really wanna know? Okay. I will tell you. I mean it. If this post gets 100 likes then I will post my name. That is a promise. -Red
Hi would you be able to write me a Liam imagine where he proposes to me by singing 'Little Things' with the boys please? My name is Laura :)
Time and time again I question his feelings. I question his loyalty, his affection, and his love. In my time of doubt he would always find a way to ease me. He would kiss away the pain and hug me till my heart was put back together. But now I don't believe he can fix me. I don't believe he has anything in his toolbox to fix the leak in my heart. If I can not have his whole heart than why bother sharing? He has been so distant. Coming home in the early hours of the next day. He doesn't even have the decency to give me a different excuse. The whole, "practicing with the lads" cover is getting old. I can't keep lying to myself. I definitely can't keep lying to him. I can't live this life of doubt and wonder anymore. What is the point to a one sided relationship? So now I sit here on our couch waiting for him again. I don't even have to look at the clock to know the ridiculous time. My mind is in such a great battle that I don't even notice him walking through the door and even sitting next to me. I finally return to earth when I feel his warm lips press against my cheek. I can see his bright grin from the side. "Babe you know you didn't have to wait up for me. Come on let's go to bed." He gently grabbed my arm but I tugged it away before he can get me off the couch. His eyebrows knitted together while he looks at me confused. "I can't." I finally say. I am not sure how to say any of this. I am not even sure how to fix any of this. But maybe it can't be fixed. "What do you mean you can't? If you are too tired I can just carry you." His stupid grin returned and he bent his knees, getting ready to lift me off the couch. I raise my hands and halt his actions. I have been avoiding his eyes this whole time. If I look into them than I'll be a goner. I will forgive him once again. We will fall back into this cycle that I dont want to repeat. "I mean I can't do this anymore." The words fell out of my mouth before my mind could stop them. Do I really want this? I love him with everything I have but I can't be with him if he doesn't match my feelings. I can't be alone on this. I finally look into his eyes and see every emotion in the book swimming through him. "What?" His voice was so small. It broke a little at the end of the word, sending knives through my heart. "I can't be with you anymore." The words Taste like poison on my tongue but this is for the best. Right? "What do you mean? I don't get it. What did I do?" He was getting frantic now, spitting the words out in a jumbled mess so they can all be heard at once. " I can't keep," I am not sure how to word this. It doesn't even make sense in my head so it will not make sense when it is in the air. "Liam I can not keep providing the feeling for both sides." Like I said, makes no sense. "What is that suppose to mean?" "I am done being second on your options list. You have been so distant for months. When we first met we would talk for hours about nothing. Now I'm lucky to get even a hello in the morning. Now I am waiting for you till 3 in the morning every night for you to give me the same cover story? Liam, if you don't love me anymore all you have to do is say it. You don't have to sneak around behind my back and lie to me. Don't waist my time anymore." I was a lot calmer than I though I would be. There was no shouting. No tears. No anger. Everything was calm. Every word was heard and every syllable was annunciated. Now I sit in silence waiting for the worse. "So I'm waisting your time?" He sounds more offended than hurt. "Is that really all you got out of that? Liam you know I love you. I love you more than anything, but I am sick of being in a one sided relationship that I seem to be the only one fighting for. I'm done fighting." I look at my feet while sitting on the couch that I have not moved from since he left in the afternoon. "One sided? You think this is one sided? Laura you know how much I love you how could you ever think this relationship is one sided?" His voice is starting to rise. We were so calm. "You don't seem to show it." "Show what?" "How much you love me. Look at us. You, a world loved pop star who goes out in the afternoon every day for months to come back in the early hours of the next day only to do it again. Me, the girlfriend who waits up for him, doesn't show her face to the public, and doesn't read any magazine or news paper in fear that what her boyfriend did the night before might be plastered over the covers, and than she will have to face reality. The reality is that we are not the same anymore and you might have lied to me, you might have betrayed me in more ways than one. I am not ready for that. But I am also not ready to continue being in the dark. I'm done being that girl." I stand to my feet and look anywhere but his eyes. "I am going to pack a bag. I will come back for the rest of my stuff. But now you will have the place all to yourself so you don't have to sneak out to do what ever it is you are doing, just being it here." I begin the journey to the stairs before his strong hand grabs my elbow and turns me to look him in his eyes. I can see the build up of tears and red rims around is perfect brown eyes. "So this is it?" His words sound so broken. So defeated. I remember when they sounded nervous while asking me what my name was, when they were excited after I agreed to a date. I remember the sincerity in his voice when he asked me to be his girlfriend. But the most distinct sound was the love I heard when he said the first of many 'I love you's. Now this is his voice at the end of our story. Broken. "This is it." He released his hold on me and I walked up the stairs to pack. I walked around the room grabbing clothes and a few toiletries. I could hear his muffled voice downstairs. It sounded like he was on the phone. Who could he be talking to at this hour? It doesn't matter. It is none of my concern anymore. As I zipped my bag about 20 minutes later I heard the open and close of the front door and more muffled voices. Is he throwing a party? After we just broke up? Again, it is none of my concern. He can do what ever he wants in our- his apartment. I grabbed my bag and made my slow journey back down the stairs, ready for the worst. The only people I see are the boys and Liam all talking right in front of the door. They all stop talking when they spot me. I look down and slowly make my way to the door. When I bump into a hard chest I look up to find Zayn blocking the door with the others. "Please move." I have been trying so hard to hold in these tears but if I hear one more word about this then I will break. "Not till you hear him out." He nods his head to the broken boy. I look at him waiting impatiently for him to fight for me. For us. Half praying he will keep his mouth shut so I can leave. But he doesn't. " I wasn't lying when I said I was practicing with the lads." He defends himself. I scoff and role my eyes. "So you brought them here to back you up on your cover story?" "It's not a cover story. He is telling the truth." Harry interjects. " no offense but how am I suppose to believe that you guys practice every night till 4 in the morning? Do your girlfriends get this kind of treatment too?" A look of guilt flashed on their face. "They understand." Niall chips in. "And I don't? I understand when you have to rehearse. I understand when you have to leave for promos. I understand when you leave for an entire year to tour around the world! But I don't understand why he is lying to me and why you are helping him!" My voice is raising and my bag has dropped to the floor. I am pointing at Liam like he is not in the room and at them accusingly. "Look you have every right to be angry but please for the love of god just sit down and shut up and listen to your loving boyfriend!" Louis' aggravation showing through his words. I give one nod and sit down on the couch this my arms and legs crossed. I watched as Liam nodded at the boys and they all lined up in front of me, Liam in the middle, and Niall with a guitar. A sarcastic laugh falls from my lips. "You are really going to try to fix this with a song?" "Hey! I said shut up!" Louis half shouts. Liam then nudged him in the ribs with his elbow to dismiss him. He than looked at me with a hesitant look and a deep sigh. "I know you think this is a one sided relationship but you couldn't be more wrong. Yes, I have been distant. Yes, I have been out for hours on end. But that does not defeat the fact that I love you. I have been with these boys for months practicing this song over and over again. They are so sick of it now but it still holds so much meaning to me. I had to beg them almost every night to practice because I wanted it to be perfect for when I showed you. And for when I asked you a very important question. So don't leave until I do so okay? They will chop my head off if they think we did all of this for nothing." I looked between the boys and see they all hold matching faces. They all want me to hear this song. Lost for words I slowly nod my head. Niall then picked up the guitar and started strumming. Zayn steps forward and starts to sing. "Your hand fits in mind like it's made just for me. But bare 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 felt my eyebrows knit together as Liam steps forward. " I know you never loved the crinkles by your eyes when you smileYou 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 sat there, listening. I listened to them sing to me. Sing to me the words that Liam has always said and always meant. All these years he has tried to get me to hear him. Hear how much he loved me. I always doubted him. I always doubted his love. And he always sealed my doubt. Just like he is now. I sit back and listen to them sing the last notes together. "I'm in love with you, and all these little things." Niall put the guitar down and they all backed off out of my sight. Liam stood In front of me. The silence was too piercing. "Did you... Did you write that?" The words were so hushed. So weak. I could feel a lump in my throat and tears in my eyes. I continued to hold them back. "Yeah I did. I wrote it months ago. Right after I bought this." He dug into his pocket and pulled out a small black velvet box. I literally felt my heart stop. The lump only grew and I felt my hands squeeze the fabric of the couch, like if I let go then I will wake up. The lump made it hard to breath, let alone talk. "Wha... What's that?" He held it in his hand. He looked like he was debating with himself, until he shook his head and dropped to his knee in front of me. "I don't know why you keep doubting my love Laura. I have loved you from the minute I laid my eyes on you, and you know that. My heart is yours. I am yours. For the rest of my forever I will be yours. I can't imagine loving anyone else and frankly, I don't want to. I want you. I want you and only you. I hope this is enough to prove to you that I'm not going anywhere. No matter how distant I am I will always come back to you. You are my home. You are my heart. So please..." He took a long breath and I let out one I didn't know I was holding. "Will you stop doubting me? Then will you marry me?" The wind was knocked out of me once again when he opened the black box. The ring was beautiful. It wasn't too big and extravagant. Just how I always pictured it. Simple but beautiful. I looked into his eyes and finally let the first tear fall. Time and time again I question his feelings. I question his loyalty, his affection, and his love. In my time of doubt he would always find a way to ease me. He would kiss away the pain and hug me till me heart was put back together. Now when the pain got to intense he fixed me again. And now I will never break again. I am his. He is mine. His love for me is as real as day just as mine is for him. This is real. This is love. I am truly, madly, crazy, deeply, and undoubtedly in love with Liam Payne. "Yes."
Guysssss I really want you to read my story. I only have 5 chapters I know but i really wanna know what you think. pleasseeeeee read.
-Red
IM LITERALLY GONNA GO EAT STONES AND JUMP IM A LAKE IF YOU DONT TELL ME YOUR REAL NAMD NO ONE LOVES A GOOD MYSTERY
Woah. A little dramatic don't you think? Love you!-Red
Hey love! I LOVE your account I defentialy love your recent post OMG JUST LOVE IT -Kaitlin :*
Aww thank you very much Kaitlin!! That means a lot. I also have a story on quotev.com and wattpad. It's called identity. -Red
Can you make a niall imagine for faith?
"Fuck!" My finger had a shooting pain that only satin himself can create. I felt the flame slowly melt my finger tips and my flesh cook to a bubbly white. Baking should be banned from the world I swear. "Babe? You ok?" I took a shaky breath to even my voice. The pain still known and my hatred for the freshly baked cake growing by the second. "Faith? What's going on down there?!""Nothing! Everything thing is under control!" I looked back at the chocolate cake I had thrown into the stove top after feeling satins kiss on my fingers for trying to grab said pan. I looked back at my hand and sucked in a breath at the sight. "Fucking hell." "This doesn't look under control." I jumped out of my skin and turned around to find Niall looking at all the scattered ingredients, forgotten trash, and of course the flung cake on the stove. "Fuck me sideway Niall you fucking scared me!" He shook his head and laughed at my comment. "You are starting to sound truly Irish. I think visiting my family was a terrible idea. They are rubbing off on you." "No you are rubbing off on me you little leprechaun." I turned around to go to the sink to rinse my hand. Before I could turn on the tap his hand grabbed my injured one gently. "Come here. Let Dr. Horan take a gander." "A gander? What are you 60?" I flinched when he tried to touch my burnt skin. "It doesn't look that bad. The pain should stop in a few hours." He turned and started to clean the mess I had made trying to make the stupid cake for his nephews stupid party. "Well then what do I do to stop the pain right now?" I was so not in the mood to be cute. But that's just his personality I guess. "I don't know. Distract yourself I guess?" I let out a huge grunt at his answer. "Well I'm not baking anymore. I'll finish it later or something. And there is no way in cleaning so I guess I'm fucked." I looked at the bubbles skin again in agony. "Or you can be fucked." My head shot up at his statement. "Excuse me?" He let out a low chuckle that he only did when he was "ready""You heard me." He came over to me, wrapped his arms around my waist while he placed small kissed on my neck. "My family won't be home for a few hours. We got the whole house to ourselves. So let me drag you upstairs and distract you from your boo boo." I chuckled, starting to get turned on. "I can even fuck you sideways." I threw my head back and let out a hearty laugh as well and he did. When I calmed down I looked back and his defined Irish face. His manly jaw and hot lips. "Yeah why not."
HOW MANY FOLLOWERS DO YOU HAVE?
1,069 HAHAHA I died-Red
AYEEE GURLL YU PROMISED TO TELL US YOUR NAME AT 1,000 FOLLOWERS AND YOU DIDNT AND THATS REALLY UNFAIR MAN LIKE WTF UM IM VERY UNSTABLE PLS TELL US ALL
But but but..... No. Sorry not sorry! Love ya :*-red
ARE YOU TAYLOR SWIFT CAUSE YOUR FAKE NAME IS RED AND TAYLORS LATEST ALBUM IS CALLED RED SO TELL ME THIS: is it a coincidence or are your really Taylor swift
You caught me. I'm so obsessed with my ex I write imagines about him and his best friends. #crayexprobs-Red
R U A MEMBER OF ONE DIRECTION OR ARE YOU CLOSELY RELATED TO ANYBODY ASSOCIATED WITH THE BOYS ?????
HAHA I wish