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Ask yourself (part 5)
*LARRY SHIT ABOUT TO HAPPEN, NOTE TO HATERS - leave -.-*
Louis was standing in the living room, the party going on around him. He was drunk: More than drunk. He was beyond his limit, but he didn’t care. Not until he found what he was looking for. The hair, the eyes, the lips, the hands …
He got eye contact; he held the younger lads eyes locked on him as he himself took a sip of his beer. He threw the empty can on the floor, and turned on his heels, walking towards the stairs. Louis didn’t have to look over his shoulder to know that Harry was right behind him. Louis walked inside an empty room, closing the door after him. It didn’t take long before Harry opened it. He walked over to Louis who was standing with his back towards the door, looking out of the window, out on the night.
“It was you, wasn’t it?” Harry asked as he walked closer towards Louis. “You, who sent me the text.” Louis didn’t answer, he just kept
Ask Yourself (part 4)
you have been warned ...
“Harry!” Liam shouted from behind, and Harry turned around, waiting for him to catch up with him. “Hi,” he said as he reached Harry, slowing down. “You disappeared.”
“Yea, sorry, Liam. I just, it’s been a rough day …” Harry said, sleep in his voice as they walked down the pavement.
“Yea, I guess … Louis’s been acting weird lately, have you noticed?” Liam asked as he looked down on the pavement in front of him. “I mean, he has hardly bullied me, don’t get me wrong, I’m trilled, it just seems … strange.”
Harry didn’t answer; he just nodded, continuing down the street, as they turned left. “Do you know why? He bullies you, I mean,” Harry then asked, turning his face to look at Liam as he waited for his respond.
Ask yourself (part 3)
no hate, please...
To Liam's luck he'd only gotten a few marks on his face and upper arms, nothing serious. He'd skipped the first period but returned to English, where Harry was sitting, holding his seat. "Thanks by the way," he whispered as he slid onto his seat beside Harry.
"No problem, I wish you'd call for me or something, so I'd gotten there sooner. I hate that guy. Who does he think he is?"
"The king. He kinda is though. I mean, everyone's afraid of him-"
"Just because you are, Liam, doesn't mean everyone is," Harry smiled and looked Liam in his eyes.
"True, but I mean, no one really does anything to stop him, except from you. But you're new, that's different."
"I guess. I haven't known Louis for years like the rest of you have, and therefor I don't felt threatened by him nor his actions. He seems like any other bully I've met. But that doesn't give him the right to beat up innocent kids," Harry said seriously as he grabb
Ask yourself (part 2)
Louis started his car and pulled out, drifting a bit as he switched from R to D on his gear. It didn't take long before he noticed who was driving in front if him. Harry was - obviously - living nearby, otherwise he wouldn't have taken this road. There was nearly any traffic on this road, no cars at all really. He smiled to himself as the car in front if him slowed down, turning right up a driveway to a red brick-house with two floors. He flicked his eyes back to the road, as he himself was about to turn up a driveway. He held to stop six houses down the road on the left. He got out if his car, wondering if Harry had noticed any of it.
Louis got out if his car. With his books in his hand he walked up to the front door, opening it and went inside.
"Mum! I'm home," he shouted as he walked from the hall through the living room to get to the kitchen.
"Upstairs boo bear!" Joanne shouted back from the first floor. Louis threw his bag in the floor, bo
It was a Tuesday quite like any other for Louis Tomlinson, Grant High School’s 'king'. He was eighteen years, senior, and the captain of the school's football team. He was the school’s bully, the most respected and popular guy, the one anyone feared admired. He had his gang, being two guys, both younger than himself – Zayn, English/Pakistani bad boy with dark brown hair and slightly dark skin. He had moved here from Bradford five years ago. He was seventeen, strong of figure, had a couple of tattoos here and there – something about him told you that you shouldn't get into a fight with him. And then there was Josh Devine, brown haired too, also seventeen, strongly built and the school band’s drummer. He’d known Louis since Primary school.
The three of them walked down the hall of the school, everyone getting out of their way as they headed for the canteen to eat lunch. Louis Tomlinson soon got eyes on us favourite boy-to-bully, Liam, sitt
One Direction Fan-fiction chapter 36
One Direction Fan-fiction
”Harry?” Cassie said with a frown. She had her hand entangled with the guy’s from the picture. She didn’t let go of him. I could have sworn that if it weren’t for all the watching eyes I’d beaten the shit out of him, fucking Amadour, fucking Frenchman, fucking dickhead. She was astonished and confused, not quite knowing how to react. Neither did I, I was frozen and didn’t have the ability to move at all. She let go of Amadour, leaving him just as confused as I as she disappeared through the crowd. My legs finally obeyed my orders and ran after her, pushing away the people who was getting in my way. I lost track of her for a second, stopped to catch a breath. And then, there she was, on her way into the back, only allowed for staff members. I didn’t care, didn’t listen to the workers as they told me not to enter: I just went straight after Cassie, no
One Direction Fan-fiction Chapter 35
One Direction Fan-fiction
*THIRD PERSON POV*
It had been four months since Cassie got home from the hospital. Three months since Harry and her split up. One month since she started to loose weight again. She’d put on about 22 ibs since her abortion. Food seemed to be the only thing that helped. Cassie was simply trying to deal with her loss of the baby. For four months she’d done nothing but eat. She’d gone home from America, away from the reporters, away from her baby, away form Harry. Her family was the only thing she’d brought with her home.
The last month sense had pupped into her head. Getting fat was not the ultimate way of han-dling her situation. She’d started to exercise. Every day: Several hours a day. She’d run, bike, swim, go to fitness centres and even do push ups at home before bedtime. She would hardly eat any-thing. Her mum was getting worried: As a nurse, she knew just how mu
One Direction Fan-fiction chapter 34
One Direction Fan-fiction
The press in US was worse than back home. Harry and I could hardly leave to hotel without being followed by reporters and photographers. Three weeks of that, and our relationship was starting to change for the worse: We started fights over nothing and our language wasn’t pretty. His new friends in New York knew how to party, and of course Harry couldn’t miss that. I don’t know whether I asked him to stay home at the hotel because I needed him, or because I was jealous of him having fun while I struggled with back pains and weird eating habits.
Lately Harry had moved his pillow and duvet into our suite’s living room to sleep on the couch. On one hand I appreciated it, ‘cause that meant more room for my enormous stomach, but on the other hand it hurt. It scared me. It made me sad, that Harry wouldn’t sleep with me. I remember how my dad started to sleep on the couch, just bef
One Direction Fan-fiction 33
One Direction Fan-fiction
I don’t even know where to start. So many things have happened over the past three months. Well, first of all, Harry has moved in with me. Or should I say us; ‘cause we’re living at my mum’s place: Which is embarrassing as well as awkward. I just wanna move out, get my own place. A house, where the kid will be able to play in the garden with the sun shining and birds tweeting in the trees. I want my kid to grow up on the country and play all day, far far away from the crowding city and traffic. But as it is right now, that isn’t going to happen anytime soon.
Harry and the band are going to US for three months to work on and record their next album, shoot some music videos and make interviews. He asked me to come, but I’d rather not. Not that I don’t want to be with him or anything, but I just want him to get some alone-time. I can take care of myself, and if not, that
Boxer and Sock Reader Insert Ch.7: Affection
"Are you telling my man sl*t brother is in a mall jail while '____________' is stuck with two used tampons?!?" Sock was shouting at Breeches' computer in rage.
"Apparently so...The audio from the camera didn't come in very well, but you can see that-"
"Shut the f*ck up, Geek Girl! I know what I saw and I'm going over there to kick there asses straight back to Hell!!" The Goth was ready to storm out, but Suspender tried to keep him calm.
Breeches was worried since you and Boxer had been out for so long. She ended up finding a way to hack into the security system of the mall cameras and saw everything that happened; even out in the parking lot.
"And once I'm done with them, I'm going to f*cking slaughter Boxer!!" Sock then had his anger targeted towards Boxer as he saw the screen where Boxer was in the mall.
"Save your brotherly love until he gets back, idiot." Suspender continued to keep the brother relaxed.
"Where is she now?
''Sedative'' - Levi x Reader (Part 1)
"No, you've already ate your own." you growled.
"Aw, c'mon [First name]! Just one bite ~" She leaned in closer.
You grew irritated at her whining, and decided to scarf down the last of your bread in one gobble.
“[First]! What are you doing?!” she cried.
Sitting to your right, you heard Connie burst out laughing.
With your mouth full of bread you smirked, and mumbled that it was yours in the first place, to Sasha. She watched in horror as you swallowed.
Suddenly, the door to the mess hall slammed open as you saw a disheveled Hanji bolt towards your direction.
“[FIRST],” she called, as an evil grin widened on her face.
Not allowing her to finish, you quickly stood up from your seat and tried to make a run for it. Sadly, you weren’t fast enough. Hanji gripped your wrist in a tight hold, knowing that you would try to break free.
“Dammit shitty glasses, what do you want?” you turned to look at her.
“Well, I was working on a new experiment yest
You too, my love? CHAPTER 3Remember that there will be spoilers, even though I'm changing some things.
Sitting down on the edge of the Wall that protects you from all danger, you wait for your friends to return. Your right ankle hurts a lot, the pain spreads through your leg; you think it’s a severe sprain. You sigh and look at the horizon, beyond the destroyed tower, to where you saw your squad leader for the last time. You close your eyes painfully and inspire deeply.
“[Name]”, says someone sitting next to you.
You find Reiner there, who has his entire right arm bandaged.
“How are you?”, you ask.
“Fine, but I’m feeling useless”.
“Does it hurt a lot?”
“Yes, but maybe you could do something about it”, he answers provocatively.
“Reiner, this is not the moment for messing around”.
“I know…", he says with a mysterious aura.
Lies and Spies- Germany X Reader Part 9
Ludwig sat, head in his hands, next to the hospital bed. Gilbert lay in the bed, fast asleep. He was lucky; the bullet did hit any vital organs. With good care and some rest he would be fine in a few weeks. He was so relieved when the doctors told him this. Gilbert was the only family he had. However, his relief was short lived. He still had _____ to worry about.
What had she gotten involved in? She had something important to tell him, that apparently Russia didn't want him to know about. He had watched her get taken away, but she didn't fight.
'They threatened her' he thought. 'With our lives...” he thought glancing at Gilbert.
He clenched his fists, 'She sacrificed herself for us...'
His thoughts were interrupted by a knock. He glanced over to see Gilbert's friends Antonio and Francis.
“Hola, Ludwig. How is he?” Antonio asked.
“He'll be okay, just needs rest.” he told them.
“That's good...” Antonio said with a relieved sigh as he sat in one o
A Love like no Other - 13Chapter 13 – Back to Work
The next morning when James and Sandy awoke, everyone else apart from Cally and Vixy already left the sheds. The two were chatting happily and telling each other from their past experiences on their railways. When Vixy made a quick glance over to Sandy and James, she blushed heavily and her eyes darted back to Cally. She wasn’t used to seeing any engines kissing each other as this was very rare in Japan.
When the Fat Controller arrived to assign the remaining jobs, Sandy was eager to get out and help the others. As a start she would help James gather some empty trucks at Vicarstown and get them to the quarry where Boco was to take them to Brendam Docks when they were filled with slate. Then she should take a slow goods train with James from Brendam to Wellsworth and finally, in the evening, Sandy and James were to run the evening special again. She was so happy to be able to work again that she softly nuzzled James’ nose and kissed him
Sonadow Chapter 4 The GameHow dare that blue asshole use Shadow like that in such a manner?! He was the Ultimate Life Form! Not the Ultimate Common Whore!
Oh if only could wrap his hands around Sonic's neck just one more time. To choke him out and make sure he never breathes a new air of life again. To watch the life drain from his eyes and feel his body go limp against him, his stupid friends crying and begging for their friend to come back to life.
The coal hedgehog let out a weary sigh as he walked down the sidewalk to his apartment complex. These thoughts weren't helping his situation, he already had enough anger issues as it was and this kind of thinking was just making it a lot worse for him to calm down.
Calm thoughts, calm thoughts. What could calm him down? Thinking what he needed to buy at the store could help. Wait... where was the store again?
Shadow stopped as he searched around the area to see where the nearest store was at, to his luck it was just a few blocks away. Jogging up to the door, immedi
''Sedative'' - Levi x Reader (Part 2)
From the previous chapter:
My eyes snap open, I find myself surrounded by utter darkness. Is it nighttime already?
My head is throbbing with pain, but from what?
I try to prop myself up with an elbow, from my lying position.
That is when fear struck me.
“Sedative” – Levi x Reader (Part 2)
I wanted to get up, but the problem was I couldn’t. I was still a little groggy from my sleep, but I had turned vigilant quickly after I had realised, that behind my back… my hands had been tied together.
I panicked and tried to stand up in the dark, only to discover that my ankles had also been secured tightly.
I try to wriggle my hands free, but every movement I made hurt. It was possible that the material used had been a rough, thick rope.
I lay on my side with my cheek pressed against the cold cement floor. My heart was pounding through my chest, as I tried to control my breathing. The last thing that I remembered was that I fell to the floor, unconsciou
Loki x Reader - Partners: Ch 4You woke with a start and looked around. Strewn throughout the room were the past out Avengers.
You rubbed your eyes, trying to remember the events of last night through your pulsating headache.
You looked over as Tony groaned and sat up, “JARVIS…”
“Breakfast is almost done sir.” JARVIS answered.
Tony nodded and looked at you. “Guess we did end up getting wasted… at least it’s the weekend.”
Thor woke the same time as Steve. Steve smiled as he looked at you, Bruce, and the still sleeping assassins. “You lot sure are fun to drink with.”
Thor laughed, “A most glorious of nights.”
You rubbed your head and moaned, “I haven’t drunk like that in ages…”
“No alcohol like that at SHIELD, eh?” Steve asked, amused.
“They don’t know how to have fun there.” Tony added.
Natasha and Clint woke up, followed shortly by Bruce. “Breakfast is ready.” JARVIS’
Lady Ice Segundo Capitulo Tarde reaccione que mi pieza estaba congelada, faltaban un par de minutos para que llegara mi hermano… lo único bueno que descubrí era que no seguiría helando el lugar y que se extendiera al resto de la casa (paso uno conseguido) pero la pregunta era “¿Cómo descongelo mi pieza?”. Primero pensé en buscar el halagador y estar como tonta con el secador de pelo cada rincón; descarte la idea al recordar que no recuerdo donde mi papá lo tiene escondido y que sería estúpido derretir hielo con un secador de pelo porque todo quedaría mojado y eso agrava la falta… no me pregunten por mi pelo porque ese es otro problema. ¡¡¡Negro!!! No podía ser otro color menos diferente… ahora sí que estoy muerta y yo que creía que con una ducha se iría como las anteriores veces. No fue así.
¿Qué hago?, ¡¿Qué hago?!... No sé qué hacer,
WidmoreIt was summer and the sun shine above the small village Barrit. The grass and trees were greener than ever. Not a single cloud was to see on the blue sky.
Mr and Mrs Widmore had just arrived to their manor in Barrit after spending three weeks in London with Mr Widmore's sister and her family.
The horse carriage stopped in front of the manor's front door. The Butler, Mr Darell and the housekeeper, Miss Fitch stood out on the courtyard waiting for the Widmore's to step out of the carriage.
Besides Mr Darell and Miss Fitch, the rest of the servants; maids and lackeys were all together out on the courtyard to wel-come home their lordship and ladyship.
Mr and Mrs Widmore grew out of the carriage. Mr Darell walked towards them and bow.
"Mr Widmore, Mrs Widmore."
"Ah, Mr Darell."
"Sir. Your journey was pleasant, I
Parenting for Sex AddictsThe half-day.
We are not those folks that need an occasion to try. And that’s what they call it, too. Trying. As if the very idea of it is taxing. It’s not taxing and we are not those people.
No. We do not go by some magical calendar. Schedules aren’t really our thing in general. That’d be too organized. Too stuffy. Too… I don’t know… too planned. And we’re not the type of people whom plan.
If we could—plan—our lives would be much different. I think. It’s hard to say because this is how we’ve always been.
Our very togetherness is a result of impulse. I’m almost certain that the amount of time it took us to decide to move in together was significantly shorter than the amount of time it took us to remember each other’s names. We might have had our first conversation moments after that first… what I mean to say is we didn’t plan. Because planning would have been much t
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