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RE-EDITED! 3-28-22

“Moral of the Story” Imagine Negan Part 1

listen to song: “Moral of the Story” by Ashe

You were one of Negan’s wives, but it was the only way you could live. You grew to love him. You wanted to keep loving him but you couldn’t. Sometimes you just have to say goodbye. You really had no choice but to be his wife. This was a tough decision to make, but you had to make it. None of the other wives had ever done this either. You would be the first one. The first one to ask for a divorce.

Negan came into your room. You had called him over because you just couldn’t do it anymore. You truly loved him with all of your heart but you couldn’t stand him being with other women. Seeing him love someone else made your heart hurt. It was unfair and it ripped you up everyday.“Hey doll what’s up, you don’t look the happiest. Whats wrong? Talk to me sweetheart,” he said with a gentle smile. 

The fact that he noticed that you were upset, left a gentle feeling of warmth in you heart. You knew it wasn't going to last for long but you couldn’t bear the heart break anymore. You loved him and you knew he loved you. But you didn’t want him to love anybody else but yourself.

You were able to see the good in him. You knew on the inside he was just as broken like the rest of us. Maybe even a little bit more because he put up a wall around everyone and didn’t let anyone in. But you could see right through it. 

“I love you. A lot.” you said with a hesitance. “But, I have to be honest. I cannot bear seeing you with other women. I- You know if you can think of someone you love and them having other lovers, its not the best feeling in the world,” you kind of chuckled at the end with a hint of sadness. 

“Well, I want you to know I love you as well and I am sorry that you’re hurting, but I- I can’t get rid of my other wives for you. I am sorry. I really am. I- I don’t know what to do,” he sighed and looked around the room like he was trying to think of the right words to say. But you knew this is were you would start to cry. 

“I- I want a divorce I guess?” you chuckled at the end because it was a little silly saying that because you were in an apocalypse. “ But I guess what I really want to say is, I don’t want to be your wife anymore.” You said looking down. You couldn’t stand looking him in his eyes. “I’m sorry.” You looked up and he stared at you with no emotion. He had put up his wall. His mask. So you couldn’t tell what he was feeling.

“You realize what’s gonna happen,” he said with a sadness in his voice. 

A teardrop escaped from your eye. “Yeah,” as your voice began to chock up. He let go of your hands. Feeling the gentle warmness leave your hands. 

“Well, I can get you a new job by tomorrow, you can stay here for tonight and pack up whatever I guess. But i’ll get you started to work for points as soon as possible.” Negan had changed. He seemed hurt but he didn’t show it. He didn’t want to seem weak. You think he felt a little upset for how quiet and short he was being with you but you didn’t want to assume anything or make him more upset. If anything it hurt that he was just letting you go like this. Like It didn’t affect him at all. 

“Okay,” you said quietly. You had tears running from your eyes. It was the type of cry were it was just your eyes running like rivers. Not any emotion just a blank numbness and feeling of nothing. You wish he would have fought or gave a different option hell you knew what you were getting yourself into. He would. never give up all his wives for you. Negan was Negan. And he had a reputation to live up to and a whole sanctuary to take care of. He couldn’t drop everything just for some stupid girl like you. 

Negan was getting up and about to leave the room but then he stopped.

“Can I ask you, one question?”

“Yeah. Anything.” You still loved him. Heck you adored him. But it was time to move on.

“Why?”

“Honeslty, I hate seeing you with other women. I need to be happy. It breaks my heart. I love you but, I don’t think you love me as much as I love you. And I’ve accepted that that is okay. I need someone who is fully devoted to me. You are amazing, kind, and handsome. But, I need to think for myself. I need to do what’s best for me. The world has changed. I am changing and you are too.” You really hated the fact that you loved him so much. But you know the old saying. If you love them let them go and if they come back. They love you.

“I love you. I really do, I hate losing you. Between you and me, you were one of my favorite. Actually heck, my favorite. But, I can’t let them all down. I love them too. I’m just going to have to let you go. It’s going to be different for the both of us. But, that will be fine. Seeing you with another man. Bet, it’s easy for you. You’ve seen me with plenty of women. But, as a man should do, i have to take care of them and love them. They love me too. I have duties.” Negan wasn’t playing around. You hated the fact that he wouldn’t give up anything for you. You knew he truly never loved you as much as you loved him.

“I understand completely. I need to be happy and you’ve always told me if I wasn’t happy that you would make accommodations. This time, things have to change for the good for me.” I said wiping my tears. I could see the pain in his eyes. Seeing me cry was one thing he hated. He always wanted me to be happy. Now that I am thinking all about this memories flood back. How he first found me, our first kiss, making love. Even the little gifts he would leave just for me. All those memories flushed down the toilet. Gone for good.

He took one last glance at me. “Are you sure you want to do this.”

“Yeah. I love you.” It’s not that you wanted to you needed to. He wasn’t good for you.

He looked down, nodded, and shut the door behind him. That was the last time you would ever say I love you. Heck he didn’t even say it back but that doesn’t matter. You did what you had to do. At least you have the memories.

A/N: thank you so much if you read this and share it. Let me know if you want a part 2 or something of that sort. 🤍

I just reedited this sooooo enjoy and let me know what you want from me in the future to writeee!!! xoxo n.j.

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Ashton Irwin Imagine // Escape

Warnings: Swearing, depression/self harm. Individuals may find this triggering., viewers discretion is strongly advised. Please seek support if you feel affected by this. My messages are always open if you want to chat!

Although this imagine is quite sad and personally dark, it does have a happy ending!

"Babe? Please talk to me. " I hear Ashton mutter through the key hole to our bathroom. I couldn't speak, I just needed to be alone right now. I’d had a crap day at work. My boss had a go at me for being 5 minutes late. Like really? The traffic into town was hectic and my car was playing up, even before I left. She shouted at me as soon as I walked into the door, straight away putting me in a bad mood. I then was greeted by an angry customer, who also reminded me that I was 5 minutes late to her beauty appointment. I normally loved my job, however recently I'd become distant. It was now the summer time in LA, which meant I could no longer wear a long cardigan to cover my arms with. Plus my boss was getting funny with me wearing bracelets to hide my wrists. I used to be good at covering my scars. I’d be able to cover them with heavy foundation and powder, so much so that Ashton didn't know I used to hurt myself the first 6 months of us dating. I remember the day he caught me though.

“Y/N, which shirt should I wear to the dinner ton-” he said, carrying two choices of shirts. He stopped his sentence as he walked into the bathroom. He could see the blood in the sink, dripping around the edge of the sick and onto the floor. He then noticed the blood on my wrists, and the blade in my shaky right hand. He ran over to me, grabbing the razor out of my band and throwing it into the toilet. He then grabbed the nearest white towel and wrapped it tightly around my arm. He then grabbed me, pulled me to the floor and pulled me into a deep embrace. 

“Wh-why did you do this to yourself?” he questioned my actions. I sobbed into his chest.

“I don-don't know i-I'm sor-sorry” I sobbed back. I fully knew well why I did it. Just everything had recently been too much. From work, college and family stuff, I wasn't coping. My only release was through hurting myself. If i’d just remembered to lock the door, none of this would have happened. 

“Please promise me you won't do this again” he asked me softly. I looked up at him. His blotchy red eyes were wet just like mine. How could I promise such a big thing? Yet I could see how much it was affecting him,

“I promise” fully meaning it. 

Or so I thought. Sat here after a stressful day. My boss had made me work double the amount of time I was supposed to, my car had broke down, my Mum had phoned to say I had to pay her for some shopping she did for me a while back, and to top it all off, Ashton and I had plans to go out to dinner with the other 5SOS boys to celebrate the release of their new album. I just wasn't up for it. We’d argued just before we were due to go out, over who was going to drive to the restaurant. 

“Ash just let me drive, you’ll want to have a drink and i’m not fussed about drinking!” I huffed.

“You won't, you’ll moan later that you will be the only sober one there” he said, rushing around the room trying to get ready. 

“Well lets get an Uber then!” I suggested, trying to diffuse the tension.

“Ubers are expensive, Y/N!” he exclaimed. 

“Uh you always make our plans so difficult!” I screamed, shutting myself in the bathroom door. 

“Y/N please open the door. I’m worried about you” Ashton said on the other side of the door, snapping me back into reality. I was still laying on the floor, black mascara smudged around my face. I stood up and looked at myself in the mirror, seeing my reflecting made me cry more. I opened the cabinet on the wall and grabbed my hairbrush. Ashton didn't know but I'd hidden a spare razor inside my hairbrush. I took my top off, releasing my bare skin. I admired the scars I already had present on my wrist. I traced a finger along the new and old scars, thinking of where to place my newest addition. I felt further tears fall from my eyes. Suddenly, I heard a loud bang, and saw Ashton barging through the door. He’d actually smashed our wooden bathroom door to get through. I froze, unable to move. Before I could do anything, Ashton once again snatched the razor away from my wrist. He help me tight once again, as I collapsed into his arms. I was so exhausted and emotionally drained, I drifted off to sleep in his arms, on the bathroom floor. 

*A few days later*

“A wellness centre? You're kidding right?” I asked, looking at the leaflet.

“I think it would be a good break for us both! Plus its more of a spa in Holland Y/N, surrounded by beautiful lakes” Ashton said, smiling as he beckoned my body onto his lap as he sat at the dining room table on his laptop. I sighed, reluctant to sit. Since having my meltdown the other day, Ashton had been researching holidays for us, and had come across a wellness centre in Europe. The aim of the centre was to allow individuals to “explore and heal their emotions”. Yuck, I thought. 

“I think it would be a great idea babe. Some time off work. I’ve been able to push back some album promotion stuff too with the guys, they’ll continue it without me” Ashton said. 

“Ash you can't do that, your album has just come out, you need to promote the shit out of it!” I sighed. 

“Yes, but my priority is YOU Y/N” he replied. I smiled at this comment, still feeling bad for him. Him and the other 5SOS boys had been working so hard on the album. I couldn't take Ashton away from that. 

“You won't be taking me away Y/N, I need a break too. And I think you could do with one too” he replied, cocking his head to the side and pouting. You couldn't disagree. You did need a little therapy to help you deal with your depression. You'd been to a therapist and doctor endless times, however no medication or yoga position or music cured you. 

“Deal, but I want the window seat on the plane” I sighed, finally giving up.

“Deal” 

***************

“Welcome, to Escape, a wellness centre” you heard a women at the front desk say to you in a calming voice. You calmly sighed, already feeling relaxed. A bell boy came and took your bags as you checked in. Ashton squeezed your hand and smiled at you, kissing you on the cheek. You were given the keys to your room, and were amazed at how big the room was. You had a king size bed, TV, free mini bar and ensuite, followed by a balcony which had an amazing view of the lake.

“I think I’m going to like it here” I whispered. 

*************

The only downside to being at this wellness centre was the group therapy. I totally got why Ashton was so desperate for us to come here, it was due to the therapy techniques. They had couple counselling, 1:1 therapy and this; group therapy. Ashton had made my go to every single activity on offer. I groaned as soon as Ashton said it started at 9am. I crawled my body there, sitting in a circle with him on my left, and the session leader, a blonde girl called Marissa, on my right.

“Welcome to group therapy, my name is Marissa, and I will be leading this session” she welcomed everyone. Throughout the whole session, Marissa went on about our star signs and have they have emotional connections with one another etc blah blah blah. But towards the end of the session I started to agree what she said. She said that the actions we take out on ourselves are never permanent, and that we should not be reminded of them. She also said that pain was never permanent and that any difficulties could be dealt with closely. I decided to book a 1:1 therapy slot with her straight after. 

“So tell me Y/N, what brings you here?” she asked me in my session. I sighed, just wanting to run out of the room and cry. I hated talking about myself. 

“Well, I don't know if I’m honest. My boyfriend thought it would be good if I came to see you. Al this kinda stuff seems, well rubbish to me”.

“I see. What would you like to talk about?”

I became silent, just wanting to burst open like a balloon, and spill out all of my worries, concerns and fears. I didn't feel confident enough yet, so I decided to open up about the main reason why I was here.

“My attempt to destroy myself a few weeks back”.

“Describe what happened”.

And so I did. I sat there, for 45 minutes, telling Marissa every single detail of how I felt recently. My work stress, my college deadlines, dealing with dating a famous person. I spoke about how my Mum and Dad had gotten divorced when I was young. I talking about the time my Dad and Mum physically fought in front of me. I talked about how my first boyfriend cheated on me, breaking my heart. I was finally able to open up to someone. And I felt so safe afterwards. I finally felt open, and ready to talk to Ashton about how I felt. At the end of the session, Marissa handed me a positive quotes book. At first I sniggered, but turning through the book as I left made me smile. Inside was a small pack of crayons with a colouring page on each page. Each page had a self healing quote. At the front of the book it read

“Every time you find yourself healing a little more, colour in a page”

I decided to colour in the first page, to commence the first chapter of my recovery. The first quote read:

“Healing is an art. It takes time, practice and love”

I walked back into our room, jumped on the bed and started colouring in my first book. As soon as I got comfy, I heard our door unlock, and was greeted by a very relaxed looking Ashton, in a dressing gown, who had just come back from a massage. I giggled.

“Someone looks happy” I said to him. He smiled

“I could say the same for you” he replied. “Do you fancy hiring one of the boats to go on the lake tonight?”

“Sounds lovely” I replied, heading to my wardrobe to choose something to wear to dinner. 

***************

I hopped onto the boat, and slipped on my 5SOS merch hoodie, noticing the temperature on the lake dip from earlier. Ashton slipped on his black merch hoodie too.

“We have good taste” I giggled at him, pointing to our matching outfits. Dinner at the restaurant in the centre was beautiful. A buffet full of every food you could think of, from meat to salad, pasta to potatoes. Ashton went up and got fifth, probably sixths. I chucked at my boys’ appetite, that boy could compete in an eating contest and thrash everyone, shame he never ate my cooking. I saved room for desert, admiring the chocolate cake. We spent a few hours in the restaurant, discussing our last few days in this beautiful place.

“Hold on tight!” I heard the boat captain shout. He drove us out onto the lake, I could see the bright sun beginning to set around us. I took a few pictures and selfies of our beautiful surroundings. 

“Ash”

“Yeah?”

“I am so sorry”

“What for baby girl?”

“For how I've been around you recently. For feeling low, for doing stupid stuff to mys-” I said. I was interrupted by Ashton wrapping his entire chest around me, kissing my forehead. 

“Baby you don't need to apologise. I’m so sorry you’ve been feeling this way for so long. I wish I knew what to do, I now know how to help you more. That’s why I thought coming here would be good, for the both of us.” he whispered. 

“I feel so much better coming here Ash. I emotionally feel healed. Like when this trip is over, I can go back to work. Actually fuck that, fuck this job. I’m quitting. That place never made me happy” I sigh.

“That's my girl, always grabbing life by the balls!!” Ashton screamed and cheered. I feel a finger trail along my left arm. “What about...this..baby?”. I instantly know what he’s talking about.

I sigh. “Honestly, I don’t know. I’m scared Ash. I don’t want to do it anymore. I won’t let myself do it anymore. When we get back, i’m going to go and see a proper psychologist. I want to stop Ash, and I think with you by my side I can”. I sighed, looking at the beautiful sky.

“I won't let you go, Y/N, I'm here. Always”.

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#46 What Have I Done? (Harry Styles)

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“Remember we can walk out any time you want,” I told Patrick as we climbed down the steps of the hall where people were dancing to loud music, with a band playing old songs and everyone with a glass of some kind of alcohol in it. It was the best of the parties this town sees about two times every year at the Styles mansion. His mother’s house was clearly smaller than his, and he had to open the doors a few times to validate the house of its existence. “Remember that we are not wanted here by the host, I’m sure. And, he will be anything but nice to me so, we rather just leave as fast as possible.”

“Why are we here if this is the case? Is it because everyone you know is here? Because I was fine with going for the movie tonight as well, you know that. I don’t need this party to enjoy my time here with you,” Patrick was my new best friend. He and I met at our Uni and one single joke and have been strong ever since. I brought here, to my hometown. Well, the place I spent 6 years of my teenage years at least in, and I couldn’t avoid this party as much as I wanted.

“We are here because his mother invited us. And, it wasn’t a single call invite. It was a 4-5 times confirmation of ‘I hope you’re coming,’ ‘we will see you at the party,’ ‘you have to come,’ that you can’t avoid. Plus, this family is really close to mine and, just because my parents have shifted, I can’t be in town and not show up.”

“But, he hates you! That is what you said? He hates you and has been horrible to you, and this is his party!” Patrick was absolutely confused why I was here. Heck, I was confused as well. I just couldn’t say no to his mother. They had helped me a lot when my parents left for work in my final year, and I don’t think I could have coped if she and his sister weren’t there.

“Let’s just show our face and leave in a while, okay?” I showed him my puppy eyes, and he smiled.

“Whatever you want, and you look pretty awesome so, maybe there is a little less hatred tonight,” He laughed.

“Yeah yeah, praise your own handiwork,” I hit him on his arm and walk down to the bar trying to find people. Everyone from high school was here. Did people make it to town just for his party?

“You know I always thought he was such an angel? Like the nicest guy on the planet, polite to everyone,” Patrick’s view on him was as good as anybody who didn’t know him.

“Yeah, he mostly is. I just tick something off in him. Maybe it’s my face, I’ll never know,” I tell him.

“So he is a horrible person?” He asks.

“To me…to everyone else, he is the perfect man. There’s Anne, let’s go say hi and then, we can leave!” I said, pulling his arm towards her.

“Anne!” I greeted her, and she hugged me back as tightly as she could.

“Oh god, you look so beautiful and so grown up! Robin, look who is here!” Her smile always made my day.

“Oh love!” Robin hugged me. “How is your work going? You, girl, got placed at an excellent place!” he said, and I agreed.

“This is Patrick, my friend from Uni and work, I’m showing him the town here,” The greeting took place as I scanned the crowd for other familiar faces. There were so many. “Is Gemma here?” I asked in hope.

“Yes, she must be around, wait let me bring her here!” Robin said, as he went and looked for her before I could protest. Anne left to play host in a few more minutes, and we turned around and walked towards the balcony to not interact with any more people than required.

“So, don’t they know how their son treats you?” He asked.

“Well, earlier in high school, it was just in person, and then it turned to among his friends. When I last came back from Uni for a few days, Anne asked me to live with her and, it was then, in front of them. I, usually don’t come back here. Nor is he ever here, not like he always hated me. We used to be friends, you know. Then he left, and when he came back, it got weird.”

“Left for X factor?”

“Yeah, anyway, let’s not indulge in this anymore, it’s a waste of time. It’ll be great if we can leave here as fast as possible as well,” I turned around, leaning against the railing, scanning the crowd again. There he was, in white this time. This man could carry off anything given to him to wear. I tried noting the changes in him, as fast as I could. “You know when I was young, and the first time, he was really cruel to me, I was told, maybe it’s because he liked me, secretly and umm, he just couldn’t tell me. Stupid things we are fed as children.”

“Who told you this?” Patrick laughed.

“Gemma…I had gone asking her what I did wrong, and that was her explanation. She should have just told me simply, that he doesn’t like you and she doesn’t know the reason. If a guy likes you, he’ll make it happen. Not be vicious to you instead, and ruin your high school experience. He had three girlfriends that year. Such patriarchal assumptions to let the guy go scot free,” I shook my head, turning around.

“And you still don’t know why?” I laughed and said no. “I just don’t see anybody hating you like that? It’s just so strange, like remember that case with Ashley or Kyle? They both love you now, and they didn’t earlier because they thought you didn’t like talking to them because of your initial phase of being quiet and…hey! Can that be the reason? That he thinks you don’t like him?” Patrick jumped.

“What shitty novel have you been reading? No! He used to be my friend. Like a good one! And, I used to talk to him plenty!”

“Well, there he is. He does look exquisite though, like really good,” Patrick commented.

“Control your hormones. You’re supposed to be on my side if anything happens! And you have your boyfriend, might I add!”

“No trouble in appreciating beauty! He is beautiful though, you have to agree!”

“He is,” I smiled looking away.

“You never had a crush on him? Like even, when you were said, friends?”He asked.

“Umm…I don’t know. I don’t think so, but I was pretty oblivious to the said feelings. I had a lot more going on with my parents leaving and school pressure, and he became well…before I could actually harbour any such emotions.”

“How sad, I’d like to kiss him.”

“I’m already losing the battle, and he has not even noticed us,” I groaned.

“No? He has been staring this side, every few seconds,” Patrick observed.

“What? Well, don’t stare back!” I hit him.

“I’m not, look at these frames! They are pretty misleading. I can look at you, and you’ll never surely know.”

“Let’s not give him that doubt, either.” I gulped my remaining drink and looked for Gemma. It had been 30 minutes already. 30 more, and I could disappear.

“Too late, he is walking towards us!” Patrick elbowed me, and I stood up. Taking a deep breath, I ran a hand through my hair and turned around. I swear his eyes grew colder when they looked at me.

“Addison Bailey,” His voice was so much deeper.

“Harry Styles,” I nodded. “How are you? This is my friend, Patrick,” I smiled. He nodded and gave a small smile in his direction.

“I hope you’re having a nice time.”

“Yes, all great!” Patrick responded.

“I didn’t know you were in town,” He looked at me. I could hear the controlled voice. So could Patrick, as I saw his eyebrows raise. “I found out this morning.”

“Oh, umm I have been here for a few days. It was nice for Anne to invite me,” I kept my cool.

“Yeah, of course, it was. You must be ecstatic,” he smirked.

Whatever that meant, “Yes, of course. She is family.”

“Like that means anything to you,” He spoke.

“What is that supposed to mean?” I didn’t say anything, and I knew this would lead to this.

“Excuse me, I am going to get a glass of water,” Patrick said and walked away. A few steps later, he gave me a direction to leave.

“I’m going to get myself a glass, as well,” I said.

“Running away again,” He laughed viscously.

“Yes, I have better things to do than being insulted by you, every time you meet me,” I said, and a few people turned to look in our direction and then talked within themselves. I could see him get angry.

“You should leave,” He said.

“What?” I said, shocked.

“Leave. Now.” He said again, just louder so, the people around us could hear it. I could hear my cheeks turn red, as a tear fell down.

“What did I do to you?” I whispered.

“Addison!” I heard Gemma yell, as she came to the balcony. She stopped when she looked at me and then, Harry.

“What did you do, Harry?” She asked him.

“Nothing, it’s my house, my party,” saying that he walked away.

Gemma turned to me, as I wiped my tear, “Hey, it’s okay. What happened?”

“Nothing, I’m going to leave. Thank you so much for inviting me. It was lovely seeing you again,” I hugged her and walked away. Taking Patrick’s hand, we both left the party as the voice of Gemma calling my name died with the sound of the music.

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“I’ll go meet her for an hour and then, come back. Will you be fine?” I asked Patrick.

“Yes, I am a man, I can take care of myself,” He nodded.

“My God, such declarations!” I laughed. Gemma wanted me to meet her once for coffee. She repeatedly asked me, apologising for the party and I wanted to meet her as well. I walked to their house and rang the bell. “Oh my god,” I turned around as Harry opened the door.

“Addison!” Gemma rushed and hugged me. Pulling me inside, I saw coffee brewing on the stove and two glasses out.

“What’s happening Gem, you told me-“ I was cut before that.

“Yes, I know what I told you. And I know what I told you as well, Harry. But, what happened at the party was not acceptable, and I want you guys to talk and clear it out. You guys used to be friends, and as far as I know, and as far is this girl knows, we don’t know what happened Harry, and you need to stop being like this. I know you’ll say it means nothing to you, but it does to mum, and it upsets her so, do it for her,” she kept taking back a step towards the door.

“You have no right-“Harry started.

“Yes, but what are you going to do about that? The back door is closed, and this door will be locked so, you pretty much are stuck. Bye!” and before we both could say anything, she locked the door from outside and left.

“What the hell,” it happened so fast that I didn’t have time to respond. I looked for my phone to call a cab and leave, but I couldn’t find it. Meanwhile, Harry did the same, but couldn’t find any of his either.

“She took my phone as well!” He yelled, and I flinched.

I took a deep breath and just sat back, while he cursed and moved back and forth the hallway. After many ‘how could she do this,’ and ‘where am I stuck,’ he tired himself out and sat down. “I’m getting the coffee,” I said and two hot cups of coffee and placed them on the table.

“You know this is all because of you, right?” He said.

“Yes Harry, I figured you’ll start insulting me for however long we are stuck here the first minute that door closed. So carry on,” I shrugged and sat back with my coffee. He looked at me shocked and in anger.  I never responded like this. In a second, he thrashed the cup of coffee, and it fell all over the floor, breaking the cup. I sunk in the sofa cushions, trying to hide myself from whatever he was about to do next. It was an hour until he calmed down. The floor was clean now, he did that fifteen minutes before and now sat with a fresh cup in his hands.

“How could you do that to me?” He said, and I looked up frowning. What have I done that is so bad?

“I mean, I know you’re an opportunist. How do I know that? Cause I am one too! But, I was your best friend. You sent me to X factor, convinced my entire family to let me go and there when I waited for you to show up, you didn’t because you got the internship? And, all this time while I kept thinking that you were such a great friend, it was just so you could remove my name from the list and put yours?” He looked at me, his eyes wet.

“Harry…”

“Did you for one second think that if this audition didn’t work out, you would be stealing the best opportunity I would have ever had to get into college in one go. Did you even think about me? And, if this wasn’t enough, you threatened Carla to break up with me. How sick could you get? And it seems so petty now that I am still holding onto this, but I can’t pretend to hug you and love you when you completely betrayed me. After all my family did for you, you just kicked me back,” he pointed his finger at me.

I took a deep breath, realising his reasons for hating me, realising how misunderstood everything was, “Alright, first of all, Carla was cheating on you. With Marcus that too, all I threatened her with was that I will tell you first, so I don’t know why you are angry because, if you would have liked to find them at it and then break up, than her telling you and breaking up first then, it’s my bad, I’m sorry, but I was looking out for you.” I kept my coffee cup down.

“That is not what Carla told me,” Harry, now shocked, accused me again.

“Well then, obviously, you believe Carla more than me, so this conversation is redundant. And what did she even tell you? Why would I ask her to break up with you? And why would she in the world listen to me? A junior who has nothing to do with her?”

Harry was quite shocked. He was thinking about everything over again. I took off my shoes and climbed closer to him, but still holding on to my pillow. “She told me you loved me and were making up lied about her and other people and that she couldn’t bear it anymore.” He said, in a softer voice.

“Loved you?” He looked up at me.

“Ye-yeah.”

“So, instead of asking me about these said feelings that made me do such a thing and break your six-month relationship, you just became horrible to me?”

“What was I supposed to do? What would you do when you find out your best friend is an absolute bitch?”

“An absolute bitch who loves you?” I raised my eyebrow, clearing out all the complications in his words. “You ask her about it, nor she isn’t your best friend, which I clearly wasn’t now, that we realise.”

“Don’t put this blame on me!” He shouted.

“Don’t raise your voice! You’re accusing me of something I never did because your cheating girlfriend said so! Stop being and idiot and be so emotionally involved that everything around you blinds you! And as far as the internship is concerned, I didn’t write my name, it was offered to me.”

“Offered to you?” He laughed.

“Why you think I was not capable? You didn’t even tell me you got the internship, in the place where I wanted to work for the longest time. I didn’t know it was yours. I convinced you for X-factor because I knew you were miserable going for anything else. And prayed it worked out for you every moment,” I had my own tears leaking out, now. “I worked shit hard, and you know it. With everything going on, I was considered even though I was a year junior. I was the second to your name which I found out after they offered me the internship.”

He looked at me, taking it all in, “what did you want me to say to them? Oh wait, let Harry come back from this excellent opportunity he has at X Factor, and if there it doesn’t work out for him, and if he plans to come back, and if he does not choose this dream internship of mine, I will take it? Who the fuck do you think you are? You have everything Harry. A family that has supported you throughout, a good career, so much, and I had my parents leave me here, to go on world tour. They didn’t pay for my education, the company did. They gave me a scholarship, so I am sorry, I am not apologising for taking an opportunity which could help me when you had something better going on for you in every way.”

I sat back, and took a sip of my coffee, “and if this is the reason that you have insulted me repeatedly, again and again, while I have kept my heart in front of you, ruined prom, made me feel absolutely worthless cause why will Harry Styles hate you, if you aren’t actually horrible, then I am glad that, I am not your friend. Because you’re not worth it. You are absolutely sick, and I hate you.”

“Oh my god! You guys are talking!” Gemma walked through the door and kept the phones on the table, “I’m so glad!”

I took a moment to wear my shoes halfway, pick my bag up and phone from the counter and walk out. “Addison,” Harry held my arm, as I turned around to see him crying.

“Fuck you, Harry.”

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[paintmearainbow]

What Is Love ?

Love.

Love means different things to different people. Some people say love is making your partner happy and seeing them happy makes you happy . But love, is actually a figment of our imaginations. In a way, love is selfish and makes us lose our independence. You make the other person happy to keep yourself happy, and you become dependent and vulnerable. It's a somewhat like a shared dream. And until one person decides to wakeup, and that dream, albeit fun while it lasted, becomes a living nightmare

1 YEAR AGO

For Harry and y/n; sneaking out of premiers and award shows,buying tacos and eating them at 3 AM was love. For them, love was dancing in the kitchen to Elvis and baking with each other. Love was watching horror movies in makeshift tents, snacking on caramel popcorns and cans of soda; all while making fun of Harry's "those dumb bitches" in the movie. Love was falling asleep in each others arms and reading each other books. It was dressing up as Disney characters and acting out scenes from their favourite animations. It was etheral, perfect. Almost too perfect too be true

People always said "Love will fizzle out. One of you will get bored." Harry and y/n didn't listen. They burned so fast, so bright and didn't realise that their spark too, like all blazed and sparks from lighted matches, had extinguished. One second it was burning so brightly, and the next, it was gone

..............................................................................................

"When was the last time you spoke to him ?" asked y/n's sister.

" A week ago" a distraught y/n replied. "He barely has time to even talk to me on the phone, let alone show me the sights and explore the places with him via facetime"

For a brief moment, she allowed herself to close her eyes and all the memories flashed through her eyes, like a movie roll, playing over and over agai

FLASHBACK

"Y/N !" exclaimed Harry, the golden flecks in his eyes dancing with joy. Oh how she longed to see him, feel him and be with him in real life , rather than on a screen. Yet she was eternally grateful for Harry for never making her feel left out from the tour experience, he always made sure to show her around, even if it was only on a screen, while giving tour guide commentary in a horribly fake American accent.

"You're in for a treat ! We're going to see the Louvre today. Come on an enjoy the sited with Harry's Tour Experiences"

Y/n couldn't stop laughing.

Being an art fanatic, she giving Harry detailed descriptions of the art, while all he did was turn it inti a joke. His put on accent stood out when he kept saying " Oh shucks ! Here's another painting of a few women and men fighting and eating." He termed an entire style of art; renaissance art as "men and women barely dressed fighting and eating". He made a few sly comments on how y/n would look lovely in that dress. It was so wonderful and each of these virtual trips was marked with his signature end. Going to a park, and eating the same food.

His laughter was contagious and y/n loved it. She wondered how she got so lucky, so blessed to have hazza in her life.

She never thought that this love, would eventually fizzle.

end of flashback

Now she was lucky if he spoke to her for 5 minutes. Even those 5 minutes were filled with her talking and him showing least interest in what she had to say. She doubted whether he even listened.

Today, however was a low blow. It was y/n' bday. had it been any other year. Harry would've made this day perfect. They had been together since they were 18. The first year, he bought her 18 gifts on her birthday. The subsequent year, he got her 19 and so on. He would make her breakfast in bed and wake her up with showers of kisses and a "Good Morning, Happy Birthday Darling."

Today however, at 7 PM , she was yet to have him acknowledge that it was her birthday. She was yet to have any sign of news from him at all. She illusioned herself, thinking that maybe he had interviews to attend.

Her sister, however, tired with y/n's moping, said" You're coming over with your friends to Club 22 this night or else I wont speak to you. I don't want you to spend your birthday moping around"

With great difficulty, y/n was persuaded by her friends to go clubbing. The loud music, the drinks and the dim lights were never y/n's scene. Yet, for the sake of her friends, she fixed up a smile on her face and tried to enjoy, trying her best to forget than Harry's call still hadn't come.

.......

It was 10 PM and the party was in full swing. y/n's friends were drunk, so drunk. Everyone around her was laughing, drinking and joking. Meanwhile, a new disturbing thought had settled in y/n's head. What if he got into and accident ? What if he's really sick ? She was ridden with anxiety and couldn't get Harry off her mind, until that one fateful message from Nezza, her best friend, Harry's PA, through whom they had met, sent her that message. When y/n's phone lit up and she scarmbled to see the text, hoping it was Harry, she did not know it would change her life permanently.

The text was simple. "I'm so so sorry honey; you deserve to know" It was attached with a single file of pictures.

She subconciously knew what had happened. She had seen all the signs, yet chose to ignore them, not wanting to get up from her dream. The reduced duration of phone calls ultimately leading up to a call a month, the regular excuses, coming home late, half hearted kisses, they all added up. For a split second, y/n wanted to think that it was something else; maybe harry was too drunk or had passed out in a bar.

The message to forever to download. It was so slow and painfully excruciating. It was like the calm before the storm. The slow before the fast. The light drizzle before the thunderstorm. When the picture finally loaded; her heart shattered ever so fast. The pain she felt was numbing, yet somewhere in her mind, she was gald that Harry was safe.

There was Harry, his arm around the small waist of the redhead, his fingers entwined in hers. The same fingers which ran through y/n's hair multiple times, were now woven in another's hand. She thought her heart couldnt break more.

Fate was not kind to y/n.

She swiped to see the next picture, and she wasn't sure how, or whether it was even possible, but her heart further broke. Harry was kissing her in the booth, their booth, in Alessandro's the place he had her first date with y/n.

Fate had evil plans for y/n.

Tears streaming down her face, the makeup for the night ruined, y/n looked around for her sister and friends but they were nowhere to be seen. The only thing glowing right now was her glitzy dress, the one she had been forced into. Unable to take it anymore, she ordered an uber and left.

Fate wasn't kind to y/n at all

The minute she left the club, she was blinded with lights, the flashes from the camera, and the shouts from the reporters

" How do you feel about Harry cheating on you on tour ?"

"Did you expect this ? How do you react to Harry kissing a supermodel, younger than you!"

Y/n wanted to scream, but keeping her emotions in she pushed through the sea of people, got into her uber, gave her address and broke down.

She cried and cried. The uber driver tried to ask her what was wrong but she couldn't stop crying. she wanted the pain to go away. she wanted to cry. But most of all, she wanted Harry to tell her that it wasn't true and hold her in his arms and tell her it's alright.

But it wasn't. it wasn't alright. Far from it.

The next morning after an extremly broken sleep, y/n awoke. All the event's from last night wre remembered and her eyes started to water again. She switched on her phone to see the hashtag #y/ndeservesbetter and #harryandy/nareover trending. She also so 100 missed calls, voicemails and texts from Harry but chose to ignore them.

Y/n was raised to be strong. She spent most of childhood see her mom struggle to make meets end. She had seen the worst. She was strong. She went over to the mirror and saw her reflection and realised that she looked a mess. She took 3 deep breaths, washed her face, and masked her emotions, just as she did way back in high school, before she met Harry, before he changed her.

She went down and suddenly the apartment door opened. There stood the man who she loved, the man who had broken her heart, the one who still held her heart, no matter how broken it was.

He pleaded with her to forgive him. He begged, cried, said it was a one time mistake, and he regretted it, that he loved her; but y/n turned a deaf ear to his pleas. Their love had fizzled out, and she was blinded by affection not to realise it earlier. And as the saying goes " Once a cheater, always a cheater." Y/n wasn't taking any more risks. She put on a strong facade, made up her mind and left, leaving a crying Harry on the porch.

She wasn't over him, far from it. She was so broken, yet showed no signs. She had calm expresssion, yet her thoughts were chaotic. But she knew what was best and she knew this was the right thing to do. She had to take the lessons from this experience and move on, just like her mother had taught her. Dreams end, no matter how amazing it is, no matter how much you want to hold on and live it, and this, her perfect dream, had also come to an end.

So, what is love ?

A dream ? A nightmare ? Soemthing too good to be true?

Maybe all it is, is an illusion. A fairytale. Or maybe it is the truth, because truth teaches us lessons and so does love. i guess it's one of those things which just has no answers.

author's note

AND THATS A WRAP. I DO NOT CONDONE CHEATING. it's something which definitely shouldnt be forgive . this the first ever imagine I've posted on my new tumblr. Please send feedback. Hope you enjoyed it. Reblog. What are your thoughts? i would love to hear them. Send requests for more imagines.

i should be studying but eh.

keep dreaming

ashu.

(here's a random B99 gif for no reason)

[o1iverkings]

{not mine} #imagineedit #michaelclifford #calumhood #ashtonirwin #lukehemmings #5sos #5secondsofsummer #fivesecondsofsummer #sadedits #sadimagines (at Wheatfield Lakes)

[megageekallday-blog]

Sad Luke Hemmings imagine

A/n: I don’t know why I wrote this, but I wrote it back when Luke was still dating the one while the weird name that I’m not sure I can even spell right. Enjoy :)

He never knew me. He never would know me; to him, I was just another face in a seemingly endless sea of faces, of fans and other people that he met daily. But to me, he was so much more than just another face. He was my favorite person, no matter how little I knew about his personal life. He always managed to make me smile, even though I knew that he never tried. I worried over him the way a mother would, I was proud of his accomplishments like a lover would. But I was neither, simply another person whose life he had unknowingly saved in his mission to spread his music to the world. I was nothing to him, but he was everything to me. I saw his decline into drugs after he began dating that girl with the impossible-to-pronounce name, the one he had been pining for for years. I wanted to help him, to try and get him out of that situation, but… I was powerless. I had to simply stand to the side and watch him destroy his life in an attempt to keep his girlfriend around. I hated watching it, I couldn’t stand the person that he had become. So, I forced myself to stop paying attention to him. I turned my back on him because I knew that I couldn’t help him, no matter how badly I wanted to. I was nothing to him, just another naysayer, telling him that the girl he had been in love with for years was no good for him.

Over time, I would look back on old videos and pictures of him, the little boy with a guitar, a dream, and the voice of an angel, who gained amazing friends with equal talents and became world-famous. I always had to remind myself, though, of the man he had become; the alcoholic, sad, sleep-deprived mess that he had turned himself into. Even after the notorious breakup occurred, I stayed away from him for a few months, not wanting to get too hopeful of a change in his behavior. When I finally did return, I was pleased with the man I saw. Smart, kind, smiling, full of life again. The boy I knew and loved had returned, and I could only hope that I would never see him fall like that again.

[sadimagineblog10]

The End of His World (Ezekiel Jones x Reader)

The End of His World

Words: 1093 Paring: Ezekiel Jones x Reader Warnings: Sad, Car Crash A/N: First Imagine. Hope I did a good job.

You hadn’t been apart of the team for very long, you had known Eve through NATO and had served with her for a few years before retiring early to help your mother at home. Not even a year after you had left Eve had called you and asked for you’re help, and you were happy to be out of the house for the first time in a while. Little did you know helping her would open you to a world of magic and adventure, one you didn’t want to leave. When she introduced you to her strange new companions you had been weary to help at first. Afraid for her and the talk of magic and the end of the world, halfway through their explanation as to why they needed your help and you were certain they were all insane. Until they took you into their magic library and showed you the magic they fought to keep out of the wrong hands, you readily agreed and got them into the place they needed. You insisted on accompanying them and found yourself a companion in the shenanigans of the charismatic thief, Ezekiel Jones.  At first his cocky personality had annoyed you but as time went on you found yourself falling for him. Months passed and you stayed. Soon passing glances and brief touches turned to passionate kisses hidden behind bookshelves and late night whispers in the others bed. There was a deep love and adoration between you and the thief. Anyone with eyes could tell you two had a thing for each other and it didn’t take long for the rest of the Librarians to figure out why you and Ezekiel were frequently absent together. You had taken a position at the library as an assistant to Jenkins, helping him keep up with his experiments and keeping the LIT’s on the field informed. Eve never actually let you out on the field for fear you would freeze and buckle under pressure but you were happy to stay in the Library.  Six months passed and you had never been happier.  A job you enjoyed, friends you adored, and the man you loved with every ounce of your soul. That’s when things went terribly wrong. “Quite pulling shit like that!” You shout at Ezekiel. The thief gave you a look as you scolded him. “Shit like what?” He had the audacity to ask. “Disappearing for days and returning like nothing happened! I thought you got kidnapped and it scared the shit out of me.” “It’s apart of my job love. Sometimes I have to leave unannounced and it’s not like you didn’t know where I was.” “That’s the thing, Ezekiel I didn’t know. Jenkins gave me a week off and I had to call him asking if you were there in order to make sure you were okay. You didn’t say goodbye or anything you just left.” Ezekiel turned his head to snap back at you but Eve walked in “Jones the clipping book has another mission for us, time to go.” Eve nodded at you and you smiled back, the smile not really reaching your eyes. Ezekiel nodded to her and then walked over to you. He placed a kiss to your lips, whispering. “I’ll be home soon love get some rest and we’ll talk about this later.” You stayed and watched the group leave, your boyfriend off to save the world again. “I’ll see you later Jenkins.” You told the immortal, wrapping the coat around you and walking through the door to the last place you parked your car in Virginia. The engine revved and you were off. It was almost midnight and the rain was pouring non-stop. You cursed as you got to an intersection and the light turned red, you wanted to get out of the storm as soon as you could. The light turned green and you pressed the gas pedal. You heard a honk and turned your head to see the bright lights of a truck headed straight for you. You screamed and pulled your hands away from the wheel. The car veered off the road into a tree, one of the branches shattered you’re windshield and pierced your side. You were bleeding out. Breathing heavily you picked up the phone and dialed Ezekiel. “What is it Love?” He asked and it sounded like he was running. “I’m sorry for being so mad at you.” You told him, holding your hand against the wound on your side. “It’s alright love you had ever right I was being reckless I should’ve told you where I was.” “I love you, Zeke.” You told him through tears. “I love you too, (Y/N). But why the sudden call.” You let out a shaky breath, “No reason I just wanted to apologize and to tell that I love you so much and nothing is your fault.” “What?” He asked, confused by your last statement. “Its nothing Zeke. I love you.” “I love you as well but I have to go okay?” “Okay, goodbye. I love you.” You told his one last time. The phone fell out of your shaky hands and onto the floor of the car. Your eyes fluttered closed for the last time.

Jenkins got a call from the hospital an hour later, he walked through the morgue doors and confirmed it was who they thought. He returned to the library with wetness on his face. The librarians stumbled in with grins etched on each face but when they saw Jenkins somber expression their grins dropped. “Jenkins what is it?” Cassandra asked. “It’s Ms. (Y/L/N),” Ezekiel’s face dropped. “She was driving home when another car hit the side causing her to lose control and drive straight into a tree. A branch impaled her and she bleed out before the medics could save her.” Ezekiel almost fell, grief etched into his expression. “That can’t be possible I was just talking to her.” “It seems in her last moments she contacted you.” Jenkins told him. Eve stood there in shock, Cassandra buried in her face into Stone’s chest and sobbed. Stone stared blankly at the floor, his arms wrapping around Cassandra. Ezekiel stormed out and he threw things and cursed in rage on the other side of the door. The group stood in silence as they listened to Ezekiel’s grief. “I have seen so much. War. Death. Murder. I am too Old. Some things never change.” Jenkins told Eve. “But with (Y/N) I never expected this. She was always so careful.”

[mrsrossshorlynch]

I'm sorry for not being active, school starts monday so I've been busy with work....but here is a #sadimagine

[ma1dimagines]

Imagine with Zayn - He doens’t assume you

I'm lying in Zayn's bed, his arms around me. Our breath is starting to get normal again. He  looks at the watch beside his bed . "It's 1am . I need to be at the airport at 4am." "Yeah.. i know"  i get up and dress my clothes, and he does the same. He looks at the window in the living room. "There's still some people in the street. Let's leave from the backgrounds" he grabs my hand and we leave his apartment. We get in his car and sit. "That was smooth , huh?" he says but i don't answer anything. He starts his car and drive down the avenue. In the radio plays 'I hate this part' by The Pussycat Dolls, a song that i didn't hear for awhile, but that it's touching me deeply. I rest my head in the window, and look at the street. Silent tears rolls down my face and the verse of the song ' I can't take it any longer thought that we were stronger' keeps playing in my head.Zayn stops the car and i see my house. "Bye.. and.. good trip " i say opening the car's door "Hey, you're not gonna give me a kiss?" "Oh.. yeah.. " i kiss him and when we moved away he stares at me "Were you crying?" "No.." "Babe.. tell me. What is it?" "It's getting hard, Zayn. It's getting really hard to stand this.. we can't be together " "Of course we can!" "Hidden. It's not the same. I wish we could be like the other couples.  Go shopping together, at a concert, even at a park, but together. Without being afraid of someone seeing us. I wanna be able to kiss you and be kissed at anywhere, around anyone. Do you think we can do this?" "I.. i don't know (y/n).. " "Please Zayn.. I love you, so much, but i can't be with someone that can't be with me" "I can't give you this answer right now. I need to.."  "To talk with management, to ask them. I know, i know. You've said that a million times since we started dating, and that's 6 months, Zayn! 6 fucking months! " i sigh "I need an answer. Now" "I can't. I'm sorry" "No. Sorry me. Call me when you make up your mind" "No, (y/n)! Please! Don't do this! I need you!" "I need you too Zayn but completely. I need an entire boyfriend, not a half of one. " i say and leave his car, entering in my house. I go to my room and start to cry in my bed till i fall asleep. 

[doseofdylann]

Stuart Twombly Imagine - Difficult 

Stuart and you have been dating for awhile now but with his job at google and you have been busy as a minor fashion designer. Tonight you are breaking it off with him.

Song To Listen To: Impossible - Fifth Harmony Cover

“Hello?” I hear Stuart walk in our apartment, I sat on our bed with my hands on my lap, re-thinking over what I’m about to do. I hear his keys drop on the table and his footsteps approach, He looks at me and drops his bag on a office chair next to him with a worried look plastered on his face.

“Y/N are you okay?” He asked worriedly walking in a quick pace to me, His sits in front of me on his knee looking up at me, since his is 5′11 still on his knees his still looked liked a giant tree. He cups my cheeks and uses the other hand to tuck in my hair behind my ears, I always asked why he always smiles and said so I can see that beauty more clearly.

“I’m Fine, I-i just want- I just need to talk to you” I said patting the bed, He furrowed his eyebrows and sat down, I took a deep breathe in, on the verge of tears.

I love Stuart like hell, We have been family friends since babies, and friends since then, once the last year of a middle-schooler he expressed his love for me and we dated, then college hit we went to different colleges, but still kept the relationship, no speed bumps. We finally met again in San Fran, I took time as a dance teacher and him as an intern at Google, now he got the job and I’m a dance teacher and minor fashion designer, and the rest you can connect the dots.

“Alright babe” His deep voice accepted

“I got promoted at work today.” I said softly trying not to cry even when I already felt the tears on my cheeks, A smile curves in as he gently rubs away my tear “That’s great. Y/N what is it? What’s going on?” He said in a concern tone, i finally get the courage to face him, I turn to him and shut my eyes taking a deep breath having tears fall

“Stuart, I truly do love you but with your job at Google, and my work-” I was interrupted by Stuart “Wait wait are you breaking up with me?” Stuart asks moving back a little, I let out a sigh “Your job at Google-” I begin but getting interrupted once again by Stuart this time he rose his voice and he was towering over me “Y/N ANSWER THE QUESTION!” He yelled causing me to flinch slightly, I’ve never heard him raise his voice like that ever. “I’m sorry Y/N it’s just I do truly love you and if I find out it isn’t about our jobs and really about someone else I’ll be heart broken.” He said sitting back down propping his elbows on his knees. “Stu, I would never do that to you. But it’s just we never see each other. I’m asleep when you come home, You’re asleep when I leave. Think about it Stuart.” I said standing up pacing back and forth. He stays quiet and agrees

“You can have the apartment, My friend downtown has a place for me.” I explain, He stays silent not saying a word.

“Stuart, I just want to tell you that I do love you.” I say Stuart doesn’t say anything he stands up and pulls me into a kiss “I know, and remember I will always love you please don’t forget me” He whispered to my lips, I smile and walk away “Y/N.” He says as I leave, I turn around with tears streaming down my face ”Why would you come to leave?” He asks adjusting his glasses, I take a deep remembering he knows me so much that he knows I can never say goodbye face to face

“Because every hello ends with a goodbye” I repeated what he once told me long time ago. I look at him one last time and walked away

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Patient

You wake up dazed in a hospital bed, you have absolutely no idea what happened, you find out you was in an accident and have to spend the night.You think it will be a long and boring; however that was until you spot the boy in the bed next to you. "Hello dad? Dad can you hear me?" You speak into the phone, your anger grows as you realise you have lost signal. You throw the phone onto the sheets in front of you and let out a frustrated sigh. "Signals really bad here huh" spoke a voice from beside you. You turn to face whoever had spoken to you and was instantly taken back by him. Staring for a while you take In every feature of his face. Act cool, you think to yourself. "Yeah I know" you reply, with a hint of laughter in your tone. "I've been trying to get through the to my dad". He gives you a sympathetic smile before speaking again; "trust me I've been through it so many times" You begin to wonder why this boy is here and who he is. You become intrigued to find out as much detail about him as possible. "I'm Y/N, and how about you" you question him. "I'm Dylan" he smiles. "It's nice to meet you, I mean I wish we could have met in a better environment but you know" he shrugs. You chuckle at his words. He has a nice sense of humour you think to yourself. "Me too" you agree. "I hope I don't sound too nosey but are you spending the night like me?" He looks at you for a while before speaking. "Yeah, and tomorrow, and the night after and the night after that" you give him a look of confusion. "I'm basically going to spend the rest of my life here until I die" His words shook you to the core. Until he dies? You begin to ask yourself. "Until you d-die?" You words came out in a clumsy mixture of stutters. "Yep" his words came out like he had no worry in the world, like he didn't care at all. "I was diagnosed with leukaemia when I was six, and have been in and out of hospital ever since." You cover you mouth with your hand as your heart drops like a falling Apple. "I'm so sorry" you shake your head. "Don't be" he laughed back at you. He was brave. "By the age of 15 my leukaemia disappeared. But i was so anti social from being in the hospital all the time that I couldn't make friends so I stayed in and refused school" "Did you ever go back to school?" You ask the brave boy next to you. "No I didn't actually" he spoke in a manner that was so calm and peaceful that every word he spoke made your heart beat irregularly. "Oh" you sigh, unable to think of anything to say. Which is weird because before tons of questions danced across your mind. But now you was completely mute. "I didn't go back because my leukaemia made another appearance" You stare at him for a while and ask yourself; Why does such a beautiful boy have such a tragic story. "I'm so sorry to hear about that Dylan, I -I really am" you give him a consoling smile. "It's not like I missed prom or anything" he laughed. "Or missed getting my first kiss" This boy never got to live a normal life and that broke your heart. "I'm not having that" you get up so quickly that you forget you have just been in an accident, your head begins to blur and you stumble back onto your head. "Take it easy mystery girl" he spoke softly. "Mystery girl?" You question. "Yes, you're a mystery girl, and I plan to know everything about you." He gave the cheesiest smile you have every seen. So cheesy that you burst into laughter. And shortly after Dylan joined you. "Anyway" you say strictly. "I'm going to give you a prom" you smile at him. His look of confusion is enough for you to explain yourself. "Just stand up and go along with it" You reach out to help him up and he accepts your offer. "Just to let you know I have no idea what to do" he laughs nervously. You lead him to a chair and stand a few metres in front of him. "Ladies and gentlemen" you announce. He looks at you and shakes his head with laughter. "I would like to announce our prom king..." You make a fake drum roll and that sends Dylan into a fit of laughter. "DYLAN" you shout, but not to loud because you don't want to bring any attention to yourself. "Come to the dance floor Dylan" You make a "come to me" gesture with your hands. "You're crazy" he states as he wanders over to you. He is honestly one of the most beautiful people you have ever laid eyes on. As you stand in front of each other, Dylan speaks; "Aren't prom kings supposed to have some sort of crown?" Shit. A crown. You think, and quickly improvise by grabbing a plastic cup of the side and placing it on his head. You both just laugh, no words. Just laughter. "So are you going to be my prom queen mystery girl?" You liked it when he called you mystery girl. "Why yes I am, my prom king" With that, you take his hands and wrap them around you. You begin to lead him In a Waltz. "I can't dance" his cheeks flush a deep shade of red. "I'm a fool" he laughs. You shake your head. "I can't dance either" you smile. He returns it. "We can be fools together" As you both twist and turn around the room, you exchange laughs and you both clumsily stumble over each other's feet. You both stand there and look at each other for a while. You could tell Dylan wants to speak as he begins to hesitate. "Your beautiful" he whispers. His words alone send a shiver down your spine, and the mixture of his words and the feeling of his hands on your body drives you insane. You lean in close so your lips are centimetres apart. "You're not so bad yourself" you whisper. Before leaning in and kissing him. Your lips brushed against his as your heads both moved in sync. Your stomach began doing flips as you both continued to explore each other's mouths. You lingered in the moment before parting your lips from his. You noticed how his eyes remained closed before slowly opening and looking into yours. "Thank you" he spoke with pure happiness, you could tell by his tone of voice. "For what" you ask. "For giving me a chance to actually live" you began to speak but he cut you off. "You gave me my first prom" You laugh. "Well kind of prom" he smirks. "And my first kiss" You begin to blush and your head falls so you're looking at your feet. Suddenly his hand creeps up to your chin and he slowly lifts your face. So your eyes are locked onto his once again. "It was amazing, and even though I don't know you I'm glad it was with you. Mystery girl" All those words flew around your mind. It was like you were struck by lighting. "You're very welcome, I-" You was cut off by the appearance of a very irritated and confused nurse. "Why are you both out of bed?" She angrily questioned; which made you both quickly shuffle back to your beds. "Do you know what time it is, it's very late. You both need some rest" "I'm sorry Sarah" you could tell he has been in hospital for a long time, because he was on a first name basis relationship with the nurse. "Oh Dylan, what am I going to do about you, hey? Always up to mischief" she ruffled his hair as if he was a child. But, he seemed to like it. It must be because it reminds him of the childhood he missed out on. As you watched the nurse leave you began to feel your eyes grow heavy with lack of sleep. Looking over to Dylan you notice him looking at you. "Tired huh?" He asks before yawning. "I am, and you are too" You both laugh. As the laughter lingers in the air he begins to make himself comfortable before speaking. "I indeed am mystery girl" and instantly he turns out his light and drips to sleep. You laugh at his sudden movements before making yourself comfortable. Before you fall asleep you turn to Dylan once more before whispering his name. "Dylan" you call out. "Yes Y/N" "Tomorrow when we wake, I will tell you everything about me so I'm no longer a mystery girl, okay?" "Aw I kind of like calling you mystery girl" he wittily remarks. "But deal" You nod your head and the turn out your light, before entering the land of dreams. You slowly open your eyes to the sight of the white hospital walls, your eyes begin to adjust to the change of light. Within and instant your mind instantly floods with the memories of the night before. And before you know it you are up and out of your bed. Confusion hits you like a truck as you see that Dylan is not in his bed. In Fact it doesn't look as if anyone had slept In it. It was brand new. He must of been checked out, or something. You think to yourself. That was until you notice a small note upon the sheets of the newly made bed. Before you could grasp it you hear a loud series of sobs. Turning around you see that it was the nurse from last night. That's Sarah you remind yourself. Sarah rushed past the room and you see that she is in floods of tears. Hurrying out of the small hospital room to get her you are stopped by another nurse. "Where do you think you are going" she bluntly questions. "I wanted to call Sarah, but she was too quick" you bluntly reply back. The nurse stares at you with judgment before speaking. "She is in no state to speak right now" Why not? You ask yourself. Even though you don't have the answer. "Didn't you hear?" She looks at you. "A boy that she has nursed for years passed away last night" Oh god no It can't be. Your subconscious questions. "I think he was in the bed next to you, he suffered from leukemia and last night his body couldn't handle it anymore. It was very heart breaking" her words stabbed you in the chest. You couldn't ask any more questions because the nurse disappeared. "Dylan" you whisper. Running over to his bed you pick up the note and begin to read it. It was hard as your eyes where blurred with by the waterfall of tears that had begone to fall. You began to read the note; Hey Y/N, it was so lovely to meet you. You're amazing. You were a real friend to me last night. You made me feel alive again, and I haven't felt that in a long time. And the kiss. That kiss you gave me was magical, I've never felt anything like that before. Im starting to feel really bad Y/N. I don't think I'm going to make it through the night.. I'm sorry I didn't tell you, but the reason I was in hospital tonight was because my leukaemia was at its worse. I think I am going to die tonight. But I just wanted to let you know. Im sad that I didn't get to know anything about you, however I'm glad I met you.... Mystery girl. Dylan x ______________ I swear I can't right know 😭😭😭 Re blog if you Atleast shed a tear😥 _____Source_____ @narrytooturntt On wattpad _________________

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I tried at a sad imagine but it fails so bad 😂

Okay so (Y/F/B/N) is your fav boys name. It was meant to be a 5sos imagine so here y'all go. He got up, tears threatening to fall. He was dreading the day he would have to do this. He thought the next time he would be here, was to marry her. But today wasn't for that. Standing in front of family and friends, he spoke ever so lightly, not believing today had come. "(Y/N) was a good friend. She would always be there for you no matter what. The smiles and laughs she would share and make us all have was just one of the amazing things about her. If you had a problem or wanted to spend time with someone, (Y/N) was the girl you wanted to see. I remember when I first saw her, her eyes shined so bright, full of happiness and joy. She got lost finding her way to her hotel so I stopped and helped her out. When I looked into her eyes, something made me think 'woah. This girl is beautiful' and over the years I got to know her, and I fell in love with her. 5 years on from that day, she has been the most bestest friend a guy could ever wish for. I just don't understand why they chose to take her away when she had the rest of her life left to live... But she said to me when I went round her's once that whenever she died, to say this to everyone, so here it is. 'My dear friends and family, if you have got this, this must mean i have left you all. Don't worry, I'm in a safe place now and I will watch over you all, especially my good friend, (Y/F/B/N). He's been there for me for 5 years and I couldn't imagine a life without him. If we haven't gotten together by the time this is read, what the hell was you thinking boy? I've been waiting! I'm joking, we'll sort of. I love you (Y/F/B/N) and I always have, ever since we met when I got lost. I've never forgotten and I never will. As for the ready of my family and friends, I'll keep you safe. Just remember to smile and be happy and nothing bad lasts forever. Yours truly, (Y/F/N) x' I love you (Y/N) (Y/L/N)... For infinity and beyond" He sat back down, the music filled his ears as his tears began to flow freely now. Looking up, he saw her being carried away in her coffin. "Don't worry about me, I'm safe now. Just make everyone happy for me okay?" He smiled, knowing it was her. "I will" Blinking the tears away, he saw her. She smiled, nodding to say thank you and walked out of the church. He would never forget the love of his life, never.