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This is still very much relevant.

People who are reading Don’t Call This Love, I need your help. I have several ideas about what I want to happen next, but I’m not entirely sure I like any of them. So I ask, What do you want to happen? Is there anything you’re dying to read about? Anything? Message me or reblog this with ideas. Please. Pretty Please.

~ Olivia xx

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Olivia, love, are you going to kill us all? Please share some more snape with us. Thanks dear.

Hahaha, hey there anon. I promise there will be some Snape soonGlad to know there are people still interested in the story! ~ Olivia

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~Alex Gaskarth Imagine~ [for Megan]

Imagine you and Alex are over at my house. You and I are in the living room talking and you look over and see Jack passed out. “Someone’s tired.” You laugh. I smile and nod, “Neither of us have gotten much sleep since the Barakat baby got here. He falls asleep in the most random places now.” You smile, but before you can say anything Alex walks into the room holding the baby.  "Megan, look at her. Look how cute she is. I want one.” He grins rocking the baby back and forth. ” “You want a baby?” You ask. Alex sits down next to you and hands you the baby, “Listen, if Jack can make something that cute. Imagine how gorgeous our baby would be. I think we should consider it.” The corners of your mouth turn up as a smile stretches across your face as you look down at the bundle in your arms. The baby was adorable, and you had always wanted to start a family. “Alright. Let’s do it.” You say turning your smile to Alex. He grins and puts boths hands on the side of your face and kisses you.“I can’t wait to start a family with you.” he says before placing delicate kisses along your neck. "Can you guys at least wait until you get to your house to start?" I ask with a grimace. Alex pulls away and you both laugh. "We should probably get going then." You say winking at Alex. Alex jumps up and take the baby from you and hands it to me. "Yep. Time to go. Bye Liv!" He calls before taking your hand and pulling you along behind him. ~ Olivia

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Don't Call This Love ||Chapter Twelve||

A Severus Snape Love Story.

  “Raeanne, what are you doing? Come away from the window and come sit with me.” Scabior whined. I turned and looked at him from over my  shoulder, “You’re not the boss of me.” I smirked. Scabior rolled his eyes, but not before letting a smile creep across his face. “Don’t make me come get you.” He growled. I scoffed at him and returned my gaze back to the window. I knew my lack of interest annoyed him, but I couldn’t help it.                                        It was grey outside. Dismal and dreary. But then again, that’s always how the weather seemed on Spinner’s end. It had been weeks since I’d seen Snape. As the days went by, it was getting harder and harder to pretend it didn’t bother me. Hours dragged by without him around. Scabior was nice company, but he had things in mind that I had no interest in. 

A few days ago he tried to kiss me. I turned my head away from him and he sighed before kissing my check. "Really, please come away from the window." he asked almost begging. I turned to looked at him and shrugged, "What for?" I could taste the apatheticness of my words as they left my mouth, and I knew he could too. When I turned my head away I watched him in the reflection of the window. He leaned forward in the chair and held a tight grip on both them arms. He looked almost angry. Like he was ready to jump and attack me. But when he stood up, I saw his face more clearly. He didn’t have a look of anger on his face. It was disappointment. He walked over to me and wrapped his arms around my waist and rested his forehead on my shoulder. “Anna.” he breathed. “Don’t do this.” I whispered, still facing away from him. “I just thought-” “Scabior, really, stop.” I insisted shrugging him off of me. Scaboir let go, and I didn’t say anything. I simply sat there, staring out the window. I was hoping he would leave, but he never moved. It was an extremely awkward silence that filled the air around us. I was ready to forget the this whole week and act like it never happened. I turned around to break the silence, but before I could get any words out Scabior interrupted.  “It’s him isn’t it?” he sneered. “What are you talking about?” I asked, exhaling in an annoyed way. I had a feeling that I knew what he meant, but I was hoping I was wrong. “It’s Snape! He’s the reason you don’t want me… You want him!” Scabior barked as he paced in front of me. “Don’t be ridiculous.” I hissed at him. “Oh don’t play games with me Raeanne. You’ve been sulking around the house for days. You miss him, and I can tell you’d much rather have his company than mine!” He snarled walking away from me and into the kitchen.  I wanted to go to him, and tell him it wasn’t true. I wanted to say I didn’t care about Snape. I was worried about Draco. I was worried about the upcoming school year. I wanted desperately to blame my actions on anything else. But I didn’t. I couldn’t. So I sat there, and turned back to look out the window. Scabior didn’t speak to me the rest of the night. He left me alone. And my thoughts dominated the rest of the evening. All I could do was wonder when Snape was coming back home. And what would happen when he did. ~ Olivia

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Summary: AU where Zayn is a skater, who skates into a girl’s life, teaches her to live more, to break rules, and now? To let go.

His fingers drummed against some skin, hands sneaking under the fabric, wanting to escalate higher and higher. Our tongues danced with each...

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I want to let you all know that I am working on stories for everyone! Here is the order I'm working in:

 Don't Call This Love ||Chapter Twelve||

Niall 'Accidentally in Love' Oneshot request

Liam 'Our Song' Oneshot request

If you have any other requests, please let us know. I am devoting my Spring break to writing and getting new material for all of you. Thank you for your patience with us, school has been quite busy. It's our senior year and we've been up to our necks in applications and scholarship crap. I've been having a mid-life crisis about college as well. BUT! I am fully yours from at least now until next Sunday! I love all of you and have a very happy Easter tomorrow :)

~ Olivia xx

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hello. can you do me a liam fic based on Taylor Swift's 'Our Song'? thanks. my name is Lexi.

Thanks for your message Lexi! I will get on it this weekend. We have Spring Break next week so I will have loads of time to write :)

~ Olivia xx

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Mended | a Louis Tomlinson Fanfiction

Prologue | Warning

Summary: Louis Tomlinson had one dream: to become a world-renowned football player for his favorite team Manchester United, but when one event tears his family apart, he has no choice but to set aside a few dreams to raise his younger sisters Lottie, Daisy, and Phoebe. He is forced to raise them on his own, but then Louis meets Savannah, the twins’ new teacher assistant. Savannah was given one rule: do not get involved with the students’ families, but Louis believes she is the only remedy to the problems he has been forced into. In fact, meeting Savannah may be the only way to mend a home he never knew was broken.

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4:52 A.M., a Harry Styles one-shot, written in his point-of-view

The waves wash the shore, and the water seeps between my toes. A cold February wind whiffs in the air, and the warm sun starts to rise. The time now is 4:52 A.M., and I miss you more than I did at 4:51 A.M. Tonight, the sun will set, and I will miss you more, and no matter how long I wait, you will be gone. When the sun meets the waves, I bury my shaking hands deep in my pockets. Do you remember, darling? We met here.

“Are you here alone?” I asked.

“Yes,” you said. You lowered your eyes, and a lovely smile crept on your lips. The sight was beautiful. I knew you were special, but I knew you were broken, too. I saw it in your eyes. I saw a book I wanted to read. I wanted to save you on a shelf, read you on a stormy night, and tell a friend how incredible you are.

I nursed the beer in my hand, and I let the alcohol glide down my throat. Around us, lads played football and girls whispered rumors. Amber sparks from a bonfire lit the night, and I only wanted to see you. I wanted to see you tuck your hair behind your ear, I wanted to see you talk with your hands, I wanted to see you fall in love with me.

I didn’t want the night to end, so I invited you to my flat. Obviously, you said no. I understood. I mean, we hardly met, but I invited you on a date Friday instead. You said yes. Before you jumped in the car with your friend, you turned to me and placed a small hand on my heart. Did you feel the beat hasten?

“Harry, are you not going to kiss me?” you asked. The bonfire lit in your eyes. A smile painted on my lips, and before I said farewell, I crashed my lips onto yours. Your lips were softer than silk, and I wanted more, but I fought the urge and pulled away. Your eyes radiated a new start, and though I was scared, I wanted a new start, and I wanted a new start with you.

On our first date, we talked about our childhoods, our fears, our secrets, and odd enough, I let you in. I let you in because you were as broken as I was, and I wanted to fix you more than I wanted you to fix me. I was scared, but I wanted you and I to work. I wanted you and I to be.

Our relationship was different. We were far from a typical romance novel. We were, in my eyes, a good Indie song. You know, we fought, but we loved without the romance: no flowers, no chocolates, just us. It was what I wanted. The night cracked, and your arms hugged your half-naked body.

“Come on, Harry!” you shouted.

“The water is cold,” my voice shook. In my Calvin Klein boxers, I had never been more cold. After a long silence, you lured me in the water with eight simple words.

“Harry, are you not going to kiss me?” Rapidly, I jumped in the water and kissed you. Your laughter filled the air, and I joined you. My body froze, but I was in your arms, and in your arms and by your heart, I was warm. Bloody hell, woman, I loved you.

Do you remember the autumn? When your mum passed away, you wanted some time alone. I understood, but you wanted me gone, too. You told me you needed to be alone. You told me you were broken, and I deserved better. Apparently, I deserved a girl without wounds. No, darling, your wounds were mine, but to respect you, I gave you your time, and I left.

Life was hard. Each morning, I had to wake up and miss you toying with my curls. I missed you meeting my indolent smile. I missed you kissing my morning lips. I wanted to find you. I needed to find you. I ringed your friend, but the sadness in her voice warned me to hang up.

“Harry,” her voice cracked, “did you not hear? She passed away a month ago. She was sick for a long time. Did you not know?” My knees dropped when I heard the words. It made sense. After your mum passed away, you understood how death affected people, and you did not want to see your death affect me. I would not have handled the news well, love, but I loved you, and I thought I deserved to know, but I understood. I always did.

When the waves tickle me, the sun rises, and I smile because you are here. You are in the waves. You are in the sun. You are in my heart. Happy endings? There are none. No one enjoys saying farewell. This is my farewell to you. I hope you find love. I hope you find happiness. I hope you find me. I hope we meet, and I hope the sun rises, and I hope you smile because I love you.

Soon, the sun lays on a plate of water, but the rays avoid me. The light shines on the water. The light shines on the sand. The light shines on the pier, but the light does not shine on me.

“Love,” my voice manages, “are you not going to kiss me?”

The sun rays brush my lips, and I lower my green eyes to the sand. I feel your lips on mine, and weird enough, I hear your heart beat. The feeling is nostalgic. The time now is 5:12 A.M., and I miss you more than I did at 4:52 A.M.

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Author’s Note: Let me know what you think here, and thank you so, so much for reading. If you like/reblog, even more gummy bears for you, love you guys so much :)

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1D Preference #161: They Don't Know About Us

Harry: “Did anyone follow or see you?” Harry asked. “Nope,” you dismissed throwing your bag down and walking into the living room. “You alright?” He followed you. “Why wouldn’t I be?” You questioned in a monotone voice sitting on the couch. “Good,” he smiled sitting beside you. He leaned for a kiss but you immediately pulled away. “What is it?” Harry inquired. “I'm starting to have a serious problem with me being a secret. I don’t feel like you're girlfriend, I feel like some fuck buddy you see every time your hand isn't enough,” you spat. “Where is this coming from? You know I love you,” his hand came up stroking your cheek. “I don’t disagree with that and I'm aware that you want to protect me but I've never felt crappier than I do now,” you looked over at him. “C’mon,” he rose to his feet and helped you up as well. “Where are we going?” You asked. “We’re going on a date, so I show you off to the entire world and let them know you’re mine.”

Liam: “Alright, this next question is for Liam,” the interviewer asked. “The fan tweeted in wanting to know if you and your girlfriend have any future plans such as a wedding or children or anything,” he continued. “Of course they're gonna get married and have a bunch of kids running around the house,” Louis confirmed. “If they don’t stay together, there's no hope of the rest of us,” Niall added. “She's the best,” Zayn stated. “They are married in our minds. We refer to them as Mr. and Mrs. Payne, it’s definitely easier,” Harry nodded. “Well, what do you say Liam? You two are awfully young to be thinking about this kind of thing though,” she said. “Our age doesn’t really affect how we feel about each other,” Liam started. “We've had this connection even before we were together, it’s just something that’s hard to explain. But I can definitely without a doubt tell you that I can see us together for the long run,” he smiled.

Louis: It was well after midnight and you were balled up in your lounge chair. The screen from your laptop was the only source of illumination in the room. But it was also the reason for the tears running down your face. “Babe, are you down here?” Louis called sleepily. You quickly wiped any trace of tears away. “Yeah, I'm in here,” you answered. “What are you doing down in here the dark and at three in the morning?” He questioned switching on the light on. You turned your head away as he beside you. Louis took your chin in his hand making you look at him. “You’ve been crying, what's up?” Louis asked. “They keep saying that I don’t deserve you and that we shouldn’t be together,” you languidly pointed to the laptop. He leans in gently pressing your lips against yours. “They're jealous because I get to come home to you every night. It doesn’t matter what they say, I’ll always love you and want to be with you.”

Niall: You let out a sigh of frustration while putting your back against the wall and sliding down to the floor. You tossed the gossip magazine away to get it out of your sight. Niall came down seeing your slouched over figure. “What's going on? Why are you sitting on the floor?” He wondered setting himself in front of you. When you didn’t answer he looked over seeing the magazine and picked it back up. “It has it do with this doesn’t it?” Niall observed the cover seeing him and Demi staring back at him. “Part of me wishes that I could be on there. That people knew about us but she's so much prettier and more talented than I am I could understand why-“ “Wait,” he cut you off shaking his head. “This is bullshit,” Niall pointed to it. “What we have is real. And the reason I don’t want people to know about us is because I don’t want you getting hurt. I've seen hate tear down the other girlfriends and if that happened to you, I could never forgive myself. In time, I’ll tell the world that you're with me, I promise,” he grabbed your hand bringing it your lips. "And you are too beautiful for words, believe that."

Zayn: You threaded your fingers through Zayn’s as you walked through the city. He smiled instead hanging his arm from your shoulders pulling you in close to his side. “Baby, look at that,” he pointed to a dress in a store window. “I wouldn’t mind you putting on a little runway show for me,” Zayn murmured in your ear towing you into the store. He sat patiently in the dressing room as you put on the dress. “You look stunning,” he said in awe as you stepped out. “You're definitely getting this,” Zayn nodded. “This is expensive and besides when would I ever wear it?” You wondered looking at the price tag. “I'm buying this for you and you can wear it when you're out with me to get all the lads envious. And I don’t wanna hear another word on the matter,” he crossed his arms. “Can you believe that? She's such a gold digger,” a worker mumbled to another person. You ducked your head and Zayn pushed you back into the stall. “Don’t listen to them. She's probably mad her boyfriend can't spoil her. But how about we make her really mad?” He smirked kissing your jawline.

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NIALL: Sounds of cheering boomed from the TV as you scored another goal, leaving Niall grumpy next to you. He got up, clicking off the game and slumped back down onto the couch. Giggling, you taunted him, “Such a sore loser.” He frowned, his eyebrows furrowing together in frustration and then...

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I Belong To You

You woke up to the sound of your phone vibrating on the bedside table. You reached over and grabbed it off the table. Niall was calling you and it was 4:36AM. You knew it must have been serious, so you answered. “Niall, are you okay?” You asked.

“I am so sick.” He said before coughing.

“Do you need me to take you to the hospital?” You sat up in bed, turning on the bedside light. “What do you need?”

“I don’t need to go to the hospital. Can you just come over and take care of me?” He pleaded. You couldn’t say no to your best friend. You got dressed, tied your hair up and went into the kitchen. You grabbed a can of chicken soup, ginger ale and soda crackers. As you gathered a care package, you wondered briefly why he hadn’t called his girlfriend to come and take care of him. You weren’t going to complain about it because you always loved playing nurse to Niall whenever his knee would give or he felt under the weather. It definitely had nothing to do with the feelings you’d always had for your best friend. Nope. You walked out to your car and drove to Niall’s. Once there, you walked up to the door and the doorman punched you in. You took the short ride to his floor and walked to his door. Knowing it would be a waste to knock, you opened the door. “Nailer?” You called into the flat. “I’m here.” “Bedroom,” you heard him call. You walked over to his room and saw him curled up on his bed. His nightstand was covered In medicine and tissue boxes. “I feel so pretty,” he explained as you took in the room. “Why didn’t you call your girlfriend to come look after you?” You asked as you started to clean up. He was drifting back to sleep so you didn’t get an answer. You put another blanket on Niall and went to the kitchen to make him soup. When you were done, you came back into the room and found him sitting up in bed texting. “You really didn’t have to clean everything up.” His voice was raspy. “Don’t worry about it.” You wanted to know who he was texting. You hated that you felt jealous that he might be texting his girlfriend. You didn’t want to feel jealous either considering you were just supposed to be friends. But curiosity got the best of you. “Who are you texting?” The last thing you wanted to hear was her name and you regretted asking as soon as the words were out of your mouth.

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Harry: The soft sound of her voice filled my conscious and I blinked my eyes open, letting them adjust to the light. “You fell asleep,” she giggled, running her fingers through my hair. I smiled at her, but inside my heart splintered just a little more. “Sorry,” I yawned, stretching my arms out,...

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1D Preference #170: Little Things

AN: I hope you like it! Message me and let me know what you think!

Harry: I heard a loud somewhat muffled scream from the bedroom. I immediately get up and open the door to our room, getting a glimpse of her on the floor with her trousers unbuttoned. “Babe are you-“ “Get out!” She screeched, throwing the pillow that was covering her face towards me but I shut the door before it could hit me. I pressed my ear to the wooden surface hearing soft cries from inside. After a short quiet moment I turned the knob entering the room again. I sit down attempting to pull her into my lap but she shies away. “I’m just gonna crush you. My fucking jeans don’t even fit anymore,” she whispered. I grab her forcibly pulling her so she's resting on my legs. “You are absolute perfection to me no matter what,” I thumbed the band of her pants. “I just want you to know how beautiful I think you are,” I murmured pressing my lips to her jawline.

Liam: I pressed a cool cloth to her head as her eyes begin to flutter open. “Is she alright?” Paul came up behind me. “Yeah, she's waking up now,” I grabbed the water from his hand. “You can go now, I've got her,” I said. He nodded before walking off. “What happened?” She grumbled out. “You were on the treadmill and you fainted,” I informed her. Her sad eyes casted downward in shame. “Have you eaten anything today? And before you answer don’t lie to me,” I warned. She stood on her feet but stumbled a bit. I instantly got up and steadied her. “Why are you treating your body so badly?” I rested my hands on her hips. “Because, girls don’t get thigh gaps from eating,” she argued. “A what? Why would you want that? I questioned. “My thighs are so massive that-“ I pressed my lips to hers. “There is not a damn thing wrong with your body, except the way you’ve been handling lately. It deserves better than that.”

Louis: I smiled down at her beautiful girlfriend’s sleeping form. Her head was against my shoulder, her lips somewhat parted, and a light snore was being emitted. I grabbed the cup of tea that at her side, setting it on the table. In an effort to get her up to the bed I carefully lifted her up, trying not to wake her, and carried her to our bedroom. After gently laying her down and pulling off her jeans I climbed in next to her and almost suddenly she curled up against me with an arm hanging over my torso. I pressed a kiss to her forehead and I watched a grin appear across her face that was from ear to ear. “No,” she silently whined. “Noo, I don’t wanna do that,” she mumbled. “Do what babe?” I curiously whispered. “Elope, I want a real wedding,” she yawned turning over.

Niall: I seat myself on the coffee table in front of my best friend. Her head is down and I can hear her sniffling, that was in a vain effort to keep tears from falling. “Fuck, I hate seeing you like this,” I huffed clenching my jaw as my hands began to curl into fists. “I should go kick that bastard’s ass for treating you like a piece of shit. You’ve done nothing to deserve what you put up with,” I rose to my feet. “Wait,” she squeaked out. “You beating him up won't help anything. Though I appreciate the effort and the concern,” she finally lifted up her head. “Of course I'm concerned about you,” I sit down next to her. “I'm always going to care about you. You're amazing and smart and all that’s good in the world, and I just…” I sighed running a hand haphazardly through my hair. “I just wanted you to know that.” Her lips curved upwards as she threaded her fingers through mine.

Zayn: I quietly watched the doorway at her. I crossed my arms as she stood in the mirror lifting up the hem of her shirt, flipping her hair to one side, and running her hands over her face. I knew right away what she was doing, silently critiquing every flaw she thought existed. Her tainted mind wouldn’t let her see her beauty for what it really is. Each moment it became increasingly harder and harder to watch what she was doing to herself. I saw tears beginning to well up in her wide eyes and that’s when I finally decided to go in and I stood behind her. She was startled seeing my reflection in the mirror. “Stop it,” I said into her ear putting her arms by her sides. Her head shook. “I don’t know what you're talking about it,” she responded. “Stop it,” I repeated. “You are beyond stunning and it kills me to know that you can't see it as well.” “I love everything about you and I wish you did too.”

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Olivia and I are major slackers… In reality school/college applications have seriously gotten in the way of writing and I’m currently without a laptop. Ill reblog some preferences for you guys to read tho. I’m so sorry :( -Megan

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Thank Me For This (Zayn Malik One Shot)

The music was blaring as your friend Clary dragged you into the club. Lights were pulsing, and people were packed onto the dance floor as she led you to a booth. “Look, I know this isn’t your scene, but you need to relax a bit! (y/n) this humanities class has you stressing out, but tonight you’re gonna have fun! You’ll thank me for this one day!” You watched a smile grow across her face as she heard the chords of her favorite song. “Go have fun. I’ll be here,” you smirked. Grinning, Clary left to go find some poor unsuspecting boy to dance with. You watched the lights glinted off her auburn hair as she headed to the dance floor, and when you were sure she wasn’t going to come back, slide into the booth, pulling out the homework you’d snuck out of the dorm. After all the times of your best friend blaring loud music while you were trying to study, you were an expert at tuning things out. You delved into Hawthorne, occasionally pausing to take notes in the margins unaware you were being watched.

Zayn was sitting at the bar sulking over the fact Harry had dragged him to the club. He would much rather be at home reading a book or working on an art project. He threw back the shot in his hand, eyes roaming the room and found Harry dancing with some red head. Zayn’s eyes continued to survey the club and spied a girl sitting alone in a booth. She was absorbed in a notebook laid out before her, pen bouncing in between her teeth. She was absolutely gorgeous, and it was with drunken confidence Zayn found himself in front of her.

“Excuse me, mind if I take a seat,” your eyes glanced up from your notes to the boy standing in front of you. “Uh- ya. Go for it.” you replied, a tad surprised. He had beautiful brown eyes and long lashes that brushed his cheek bones, and you could feel your cheeks start to heat up. “What are ya reading?” he inquired, pointing to the book. “Oh, um,” you stumbled, your shyness showing. “The Minister’s Black Veil by Nathaniel Hawthorne. It’s for my humanities class.” “Hawthorne is so difficult to read.” he said sympathetically, “My name’s Zayn by the way.” “(y/n).” “So, do you come here often?” “Not really, I’m not much of a partier,” you laughed, starting to warm up to him. His smile was warm, inviting, and infectious. “Me either, my mate Harry dragged me here, but I’m starting to thank him.” You blushed as he smiled at you.

The two of you talked until Harry and Clary came to your booth. “I’d really like to see you again. Do you think I could?” A smile grew across your face as you replied, “Absolutely” and traded numbers. On your wedding night Clary beamed at you in the mirror. “This is long overdue, but I told you you’d thank me for dragging you to the club one day!” Nervous laughter burst from your mouth as you finished getting ready to walk down the aisle to Zayn and your new life. “Ya, you did. Thank You.”

-Megan