01 3 / 2014
Anonymous asked: Are you sure -101c is possible? Water freezes at 0c so like how could people live in that temperature?
With the wind, it definitely is possible.
01 3 / 2014
01 3 / 2014
Anonymous asked: can you do a pref where one of the boys is sad/crying and you and him do cute/brotherly/loving thing to cheer him up(:
I’m not sure I understand what you mean completely love xx
01 3 / 2014
The minute you laid your eyes on Niall, you knew you had fallen for him. The way his hair fell over his face when he was tired and the way it stood tall when he styled it. Those blue orbs he had could suck you in to every word that escaped those pink, soft lips. He was beautiful and he was yours. One year into the relationship and going steady. It was just going perfect.
But maybe you had spoken too soon.
Getting ready for dinner, tonight had started as it usually did. Niall came home, you greeted him happily and the two of you went into the kitchen. Simply deciding on leftovers, you went to heat them up while Niall kicked off his shoes. Dinner went by smoothly, it wasn’t until clean up things began to get a little rocky.
“You wash, I’ll dry,” he stated, taking his spot by the kitchen sink, towel in hand.
You turned the tap, letting the warm water rush over your hands. Niall had become oddly quiet, but you were just going to assume it was because he was tired.
Handing him the first dish, you saw him examine it out the corner of your eye. “It’s not clean Tim,” he suddenly snapped, thrusting it back to you. You were taken back by his little outburst, but apologized. And took it back. “Can’t you do anything right? Why can’t you be more like the women? Maybe you’d actually be able to do something useful,” he grumbled, making you put the dish in the water.
“Excuse me?” you questioned, crossing your arms.
“You heard me, you can never do anything right, not even wash the fucking dishes,” Niall said a bit louder.
Huffing, you tried to think of something to come back with, but your anger was heating up and the right words just couldn’t be found.
“Then why don’t you wash AND dry.” You left him all the dishes, walking off into the living room and up to the bedroom, where so sat, trying to calm yourself. But it didn’t work. It wasn’t long until you felt the tears well up in your eyes. Trying to blink them back, they escaped anyways. ‘Stop being so emotional Tim. It’s not a big deal,’ you tried to remind yourself. But what made Niall snap? Perhaps it was the tiredness, but maybe it was something else. Maybe it was you.
Whatever it was, you weren’t going to let it bother you. Or at least that’s what you’d keep telling yourself. Taking off your t-shirt, you just changed into some basketball shorts, crawling into bed and letting yourself cry. “Not like Niall would want to be around me anyways,” you mumbled, but again, spoke too soon. Moments after the light had been turned off, you heard the door creak open. Knowing it was him, you kept to yourself, pulling the blankets up to your chin. Niall sighed and you could tell he was trying to be quiet.
You wanted to face him, make up and have everything back to normal again. But you also wanted to give him space. But the bed sunk beside you anyways. His body heat radiated against your bare back and you tried to hold back a sniffle. But just like the tears you had been holding back earlier, you just couldn’t hold it back.
“Tim?” his Irish voice rang out, softly. Hearing him shuffle behind you, his body was suddenly pressed against your back, an arm draping over your arm. “I’m sorry…” he whispered, his hot breath hitting your neck. “I’m so sorry.”
You finally decided to give in, turning your body so you were facing him. “You didn’t have to take it out on me… You could’ve just told me you had a bad day…” you said quietly, trying not to sound too vulnerable. He took his hands and ran his thumbs under your eyes.
“I know… it was wrong… I didn’t mean to make you cry…” His eyes were glassed over with regret and exhaustion.
“It’s okay… just next time please tell me. And we can talk or… or I can distract you in some way.” You just wanted to give him an option.
Niall nodded, kissing your forhead. “I love you. Remember that.”
“I love you to Ni. Always.” He kissed you one more time before the two of you fell into a deep, peaceful sleep.
28 2 / 2014
Anonymous asked: Can you do some more dirty preferences next please?
Aha I’ll try babe xx
28 2 / 2014
Anonymous asked: Can you do a preference about something your passionate about then what he's passionate about then what you both are passionate about together
Sure babe (: xx
28 2 / 2014
*again something different, not my pictures*
28 2 / 2014
Anonymous asked: Can you do a preference about your daughter and her girlfriend?
Of course (:
28 2 / 2014
*something different, not my pictures*
28 2 / 2014
wished-for-child asked: Omg your so pretty and another canadian buddy yes :) I love your blog <3
Aww thank you love (: yay
Canadian buddy aha xx
27 2 / 2014
Anonymous asked: Can you please do a preference for 5/5 where your dating one of the boys and another boy says something sexual/ suggestive about you and your boyfriend gets mad. Please and thank you.
Sure babe (:
27 2 / 2014
Anonymous asked: When do think part 2 will be up?! I'm dying
Up now (: xx
27 2 / 2014
Harry: You woke up feeling drowsy. Looking around, it was easily identifiable that you were no longer outside. You were back in your own bedroom. But where was Harry? You sat up, leaning against the pillows. Your head still hurt, but since the lights were off and the blinds were closed, the pain wasn’t nearly as intense as before. The door to the bedroom creaked open and Harry’s silhouette appeared. He seemed to have a glass of water in one hand and and something else clenched in his other fist. “You’re awake?” he asked quietly, shutting the door again and coming over, next to you. “Here, I have a couple of painkillers for you.” He held them out for you, allowing you to put them in your mouth before holding the glass up to your lips. After you managed to get them down, you relaxed back into the pillows. “You gave me quite a scare you know. How come you didn’t tell me your head hurt baby?” he asked, sitting next to you, putting an arm around your shoulders. “I didn’t want to worry you,” you replied quietly, playing with your fingers and leaning into his side. “Love, you should have told me. I was much more worried when you collapsed in the street.” His fingers ran through your hair and you stayed quiet. “I’m sorry…” “Don’t be kitten. Just let me know next time. I don’t want to see you hurt.” You let out a sigh, nodding in agreement. “Thank you.” Harry kissed the top of your head, continuing to stroke your hair until you were lulled back to sleep.
Liam: (His P.O.V.) I had only left the bedroom for a couple minutes to get her some water. 3 minutes… I had told her not to get out of bed because the poor girl hadn’t been able to keep anything down anything but water in her stomach. But after hearing the loud thud, I knew it was her. Leaving the glass behind, I literally ran up the stairs, finding her lying in the middle of the hallway. “Shit,” I cursed under my breath, running up to her. As I knelt down, she was already beginning to come through. “(Y/N),” I whispered, gently picking her head up and sitting it in my lap. “What happened? Love I told you to stay in bed,” I reminded her. She was too weak to answer though, only nodding her head slightly. I needed to get her back into bed, so putting her arm around my neck loosely, I put my other arm under her knees and lifted her up. Her head fell like a newborn baby’s upon my shoulder and her arm was limp around my neck. I carried her back into the bedroom, kicking the door shut. Once we reached the bed, I maneuvered our bodies so I was lying with her on top of me. “Close your eyes sweetheart,” I said quietly, watching her eyes close again. (Y/N)’s breathing slowed to a peaceful pace as I held her close. I know now I would have to keep a close eye on her until she got better, and I was hoping it ould be soon.
Niall: You couldn’t really process what had just happened when you woke up. All you knew what that it was really hot. When you were able to open your eyes, you looked around and realized you were no longer at home. Looking around a bit more, you finally realized that you were in a hospital. When you tried to move, you felt something in your arm. Looking down you could see it was an I.V., clear liquids pumping through into your veins. “Niall?” You said weakly, not realizing that he was asleep next to you. You jumped when you realized, causing him to wake up as well. “You’re awake,” he mumbled, speech slurred with sleep. You nodded, falling back into the hard mattress. Niall sat up a little, grabbing your hand and bringing it to his lips. “How’re you feelin’?” Shrugging your shoulders, you couldn’t really explain how you felt. “I’m okay I guess. Warm but not as bad as earlier,” He nodded. “I thought something really bad at happened… You wouldn’t wake up so… I called l the ambulance… (Y/N), I should’ve taken you to the hospital first, before you passed out.” Niall was beating himself up over nothing. “Niall, neither of us would’ve known… Please don’t blame yourself,” you replied weakly, squeezing his hand. “I… Okay…” He said, defeated. “I’m okay Ni… I promise.” You tugged on his hand, pulling him so he was sitting on the bed, facing you. “C’mere,” you pulled him close to you, kissing his cheek. “Thank you for taking care of me this past week.” He pulled back, pecking your nose. “I’ll always look after you. You know that. And you’ll look after me.” He smiled at you putting a hand on your cheek. “Always.”
Zayn: (His P.O.V.) The minute she fell forward into me, I immediately went into panic mode. She had stopped breathing so I quickly picked her up and brought her to the car, not even bothering about shoes or a jacket. I’d rather have cold feet than have her die. I buckled her in, running over to my side, not worrying about my seatbelt. Sure, I wasn’t being the smartest, but I needed to get (Y/N) medical help. The worst of thoughts were running through my head. Every time there was a red light, I couldn’t help but think she was slipping away faster. We finally got the the hospital, pulling in quickly to the emergency room. I got her out and carried her in, not even bothering to take the keys out of the ignition. Once I got through the doors, I managed to grab the attention of a couple nurses, who rushed over to me. I only managed to choke out the words, “Asthma… unconscious…” before they pulled her away from me and took her somewhere the u couldn’t follow. I was directed into a waiting room where I sat and prayed that she would be okay. Hours passed and there was no word. Finally a nurse came out telling me I could go see her. I breathed out a sigh of relief, knowing that they had managed to get her stable again. When I walked into the room, she was awake, but looked exhausted. She had a mask over her face for extra oxygen. “Hey boo,” I said, smiling softly at her. She smiled back through the plastic. I walked over to her bed and sat in the chair next to the bed. I noticed her chest rising a little quick, but that was probably because she was just trying to get air back in. “I was so worried… You just kinda… Fell over and I panicked… I can only be grateful I got you here in time.” She looked at me with sympathy. I reached out to take her hand in mine. “You should sleep… You look exhausted,” I commented and she nodded. But before (Y/N) was going to sleep, she moved her body over, patting the spot next to her. “You want me to lay with you?” (Y/N) nodded and I obliged. How could I not? Setting my self next to her, being careful of the oxygen tubes, I managed to get in a comfortable position with her in my arms. She cuddled into my side and stayed close, while I pulled the thin blanket up over her shoulders. I was just grateful everything had turned out okay.
Louis: Wet and cold. That was the first thing that registered in your head when you came to. Water? Yes. You managed to get your eyes open, only to see Louis and a couple other people hovering above you. “She’s awake!” Somebody called and Louis grabbed your face. “Babe? Babe are you okay?” he questioned, helping you sit up and lean against him. “Yeah, yeah I’m fine,” you replied, shaking some water from your hair. “Here, have some water babe..” He help his bottle up for you, and you greedily drank from it. Once you were finished, you pulled away, relieved to finally have some water in your system. “Thank you,” you panted, while Louis nodded. “I think it’s time we went home…” He continued, helping you get onto your feet. You kept a hold on him though, still a little off balance. His arm stayed around your waist the whole walk home. “Next time, I would recommend bringing a water bottle,” he teased, trying to make light of the situation. “No shit,” you grumbled, causing him to chuckle. Even though he was laughing, you could tell he had been scared. “I’m okay Lou, don’t worry,” you spoke randomly, but he nodded. “I’m glad you are babe.”