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Sun, 19 May 2013 21:52:00 +0100

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Harry and Esme is my fave fanfic of all time

Bless you!. Thank you! Made me smile. Means a lot xxx

wowjerrie: vashappenincarrots: Thank you all for staying with me through my exams. They’re not...

Sun, 19 May 2013 16:47:03 +0100

vashappenincarrots:

Thank you all for staying with me through my exams. They’re not quite over- 3 left. But by Wednesday I will have done 2 of them and then have all of half term to revise for my final one so hopefully I’ll be able to get a part up to you then. Thank you for being patient, love you.

In the meantime, to keep yourself occupied, why don’t you read an old fanfic?

Harry and Esme

Liam and Heidi

April the 17th (Harry)

READ THEM

You’re adorable, I do love you Alice.
You guys should follow her.<3

lauren-kenny: vashappenincarrots: Thank you all for staying with me through my exams. They’re not...

Sun, 19 May 2013 15:34:12 +0100

lauren-kenny:

vashappenincarrots:

Thank you all for staying with me through my exams. They’re not quite over- 3 left. But by Wednesday I will have done 2 of them and then have all of half term to revise for my final one so hopefully I’ll be able to get a part up to you then. Thank you for being patient, love you.

In the meantime, to keep yourself occupied, why don’t you read an old fanfic?

Harry and Esme

Liam and Heidi

April the 17th (Harry)

My favey things to read.

you are a cutie pie pabs<3

I really desperately need to change my URL… god it’s so old. I’m just worried...

Sun, 19 May 2013 15:31:29 +0100

I really desperately need to change my URL… god it’s so old. I’m just worried people won’t be able to find me after I change it?

Thank you all for staying with me through my exams. They’re not quite over- 3 left. But by...

Sun, 19 May 2013 15:30:07 +0100

Thank you all for staying with me through my exams. They’re not quite over- 3 left. But by Wednesday I will have done 2 of them and then have all of half term to revise for my final one so hopefully I’ll be able to get a part up to you then. Thank you for being patient, love you.

In the meantime, to keep yourself occupied, why don’t you read an old fanfic?

Harry and Esme

Liam and Heidi

April the 17th (Harry)

I started reading your fanfic #3 after you posted ch 26 and I must say, you are an excellent writer. This is an interesting fanfic and you are so eloquent and articulate that your writing reeks of your intelligence. This story really should be more popular, and I have recommended it to my friends. You are doing such a good job and I'm super excited for the ending. Thanks for putting your thoughts down on tumblr!

Tue, 14 May 2013 19:33:04 +0100

THIS IS SO CUTE I WANT TO CRY. Oh my god this is the loveliest feedback. Gah, thank you so much. Means a lot to me for you to say that my writing is quality as well as enjoying the plot. Thank you very very much darling, it’s a pleasure to write for people like you<3

UR PERFECT OK

Tue, 14 May 2013 19:31:06 +0100

No, you’re perfect.<3

parts 27 and 28 were genius! .xxxx much love

Tue, 14 May 2013 19:30:33 +0100

Awh you’re lovely! Bless you, thank you<3

Absolutely loved this part!!

Tue, 07 May 2013 19:30:55 +0100

Awh this is lovely! Thank you :) <3

I appologise profusely for the delay of this fanfic part but it’s gunna be slow for the next...

Mon, 06 May 2013 21:42:13 +0100

I appologise profusely for the delay of this fanfic part but it’s gunna be slow for the next month (and then back to normal!) I will try my best but my AS level exams begin on Monday and so I have been/will be doing a lot of revision.

Anyway, here’s part 28

Please leave me some feedback- would really motivate me!

Thank you for all understanding, love you all xxx

3: Part 28

Mon, 06 May 2013 21:33:09 +0100

‘We can’t hide in here forever, y’know,’ I sighed, fiddling with the collar of Zayn’s t shirt.
‘I think we can try?’ His lips curled seductively as his arms wrapped around my hips.
‘I suppose,’ I bit my lip, playing his game, pushing my hips into his and moving my arms to wrap around his neck.
His face lowered to my neck with a grin and his lips traced my jugular. I felt the familiar prickling in my stomach at his touch and I let out a little giggle as his hands slipped down my figure, feeling their way through the thick skirts and resting on my bum. His lips moved up to mine and I didn’t even care that I knew his lips were smudging my scarlet lipstick.
‘Scarlett!?’ There was a knock on the door and Zayn pulled his lips away from mine all of a sudden but he didn’t move away completely. His face nestled into my neck, nibbling and kissing the soft skin.
‘Yeah?’ I called reluctantly, refusing to release my hold on Zayn.
The door opened and Flynn leant against the door frame, a bemused grin on his face. Zayn practically leapt away from me at the sight of my big brother at the door but nothing could disguise the smudge of ruby against his own lips.
‘What d’ya want?’ I dropped one my hips and rested my hand on the other, raising my eyebrows expectantly at my brother who dared to interrupt my private heaven.
‘Just wondering where you are. Tristan went- Alistair has work tomorrow. I might go too, soon: show Lucy some clubs,’
‘Aren’t you sleeping here tonight?’ Flynn had his own house in London yet could never be bothered to actually move things in to it to make it habitable.
‘Probably just gunna crash in a hotel, to be honest,’ he ran a hand through his messy hair which was sprawling across his forehead so it then sat in a floppy mess that only he could get away with.
‘That’s not just an excuse to take her back to Claridge’s and try and impress her,’ I raised my eyebrows in scrutiny.
‘Of course not darling sister,’ he smiled angelically.
‘Look, I’ll be out in a minute, ok?’
‘Sure thing,’ Flynn nodded and, for this first time, acknowledged Zayn. ‘You know, you got a little something there,’ Flynn pointed to his own lips before letting out a laugh and leaving the room.
‘Time to re-join the riffraff then,’ I sighed, stepping back into my shoes and straightening my dress.
‘Looks like it,’ Zayn shrugged. ‘Do you wanna go somewhere else? Only, some mates are having a party in Camden and I said we might make an appearance. Bliss can manage here?’
I deliberated. ‘Uh, ok,’ I finally agreed.
‘Ok, well, you wait here and I’ll drive home and swap up for the Vespa. Easier to lose the paps on a scooter than in a massive car,’
‘Ok sweetie,’ I pecked him on the lips before rubbing any lipstick from his mouth with my thumb. ‘You haven’t drunk too much, have you?’
He shook his head. ‘No, just a beer,’
‘Ok, see you in 20,’ I smiled and he pecked me on my nose before leaving my bedroom.

Bliss and Lou were lounging on one of the sofas, arms wrapped around each other and faces close together. I couldn’t help but smile. This was the best possible outcome.
I didn’t bother disturbing them, instead sauntering over to Niall who was busy getting himself another beer.
‘Where’s Zayn?’ he asked, his Irish lilt slurring.
‘Gone to get the Vespa, we’re moving on,’
‘From ya own party?!’
‘I guess so!’ I giggled, leaning into his side. Niall and I had become good friends of late. Being so regimented in myself, his carefree attitude did me good.
‘Well, shame! The party’s right here!’
‘You’ll have to fill me in, eh!’ I winked, squeezing his hand before trotting off in another direction.
‘Scarrrrr-let!’ Harry’s voice droned and laughed as I turned to him. ‘Scar-ly, Scar-ly, Scar-ly!’ he used his little nickname for me simply because he knew that I did not being called that.
‘Harr-y. Harr-y, Harry-y!’ I repeated in the same way. ‘You having a good time?’
‘Yeah,’ he grinned before shaking out his curls. ‘Gunna go to another party in a minute if that’s ok,’
‘No. How dare you leave my party!’ I jutted out my jaw and gave him an indignant glare before chuckling. ‘Zayn and I are of too,’
‘Par-tay!’ He giggled. He, like Niall- and most other people here, in fact- was drunk and very merry about it indeed.
‘How’re you planning on getting to this other place?’ I enquired.
‘Cab!’ he seemed excited about everything.
‘Good luck with the paps,’ I smirked.
‘Nothing I’m not used to. Better get my best photo-face on. What d’ya think?’ he proceeded to give me a comically serious pout, staring me down with all exaggeration of an overly-pretentious male model.
‘Oh! That’s perfect! No- definitely do that face,’ I laughed.
‘Glad we got that one sorted,’ he said with a sideways grin before looking at his phone, buzzing with the call from the taxi driver who was outside. ‘I’ll see ya later Scarly! Thanks for the party,’ he kissed me on both cheeks and left with a jaunty swagger.

‘Hey chick, you goin’ my way,’ Zayn put on a fake American accent as he leant nonchalantly against the door way, chewing gum like he’s just been plucked out of Grease. His blazer had been swapped for a leather jacket and he held his helmet under his arm, mine in his other hand.
‘That’s the only way I wanna go,’ I winked, with an equally fake accent, pecking him on the lips before taking my helmet.
‘Lots of the paps followed Harry off,’ Zayn nodded towards the window and I checked. The huddle had almost halved.
‘Well with these bad boys,’ I waved my helmet. ‘They’re unlikely to get a good picture.’ I laughed before stuffing the helmet over my carefully constructed beehive. ‘Shit.’ I mumbled, remembering when it was too late. ‘Forget about beehive, my hair will be a birds nest when I take this off,’ I grumbled, pulling up the visor.
‘Oh, I dunno, I think birds nest look is kinda cute!’ I could only see half of his grin as he leant in to kiss me, forgetting the helmet situation until they clashed with a clank.
‘I think we both need to remember that helmets on equals a no kissing zone,’ I said with a chuckle.
‘Don’t remind me of we’ll just have to start riding without one. I do so struggle to stay away from you,’ his voice was teasing and happy.
‘Well I don’t think you’ll like it so much when one of our heads is smashed open on the pavement, eh!’ I finished, flipping down his visor and taking his hand.
‘Ready?’ he asked, sliding his visor back up. I nodded and he led me down the stairs. As soon as the door opened and we stepped onto my smooth marble porch, the flashes of the half a dozen cameras blinded me and I flipped my visor back down. Zayn shielded my body from the cameras and forced his way through the gathering to the shiny blue scooter leaning on its stand next to the curb.
Zayn helped me on for speed, lifting me right off the ground so I could get my leg over without worrying about the press seeing. Zayn then jumped on the front and kicked the Vespa to life in one lithe movement and I hardly had time to wrap my arms around his waist before we sped of down the street, leaving the photographers far behind.

‘I think we might just have lost them,’ I said with sarcasm as Zayn helped me off the Vespa.
‘Ya think?’ he played along. We’d driven for 20 minutes across the city at speed- there was no way anyone had followed us. For some reason, he had seemed extra concerned about being seen going here tonight, checking over his shoulder at every traffic light. Then again, he was always secretive and tried to stay away from the public eye with matters concerning his private life.
I pulled my helmet off my head and sighed upon inspecting the frizzy mess in the wing mirror. I managed to smooth it down as Zayn put both of our helmets in the compartments.
‘You look beautiful,’ he said, as I gave up on trying to salvage my hair anymore. ‘I promise,’ he added with a smile at my doubtful look.
‘Hmm,’ I shrugged and took his hand, looking around the car park we were in.
‘Party’s in a friend’s basement over there,’ he pointed to a row of dark buildings a hundred yards ahead.
‘Ok,’ I nodded with a smile and began swinging our arms between us.
He spun me around with my arm above my head as he hummed Frank Sinatra’s The Way You Look Tonight. My skirt flared out like a black swans wings, stirring the soft night air.
Suddenly, he stopped his humming and pulled me right into his chest.
‘And the way you look tonight,’ he softly sung the final line, his lips inches from mine and the thought occurred to me that I had never liked the colour brown before I had met Zayn. But his eyes had become my favourite colour. And I had detested the smell a cigarette left on the skin yet his smell was a perfume I would pay thousands for.
‘Very good Mr Malik,’ my voice seemed far away and I gave a half smile as I concentrated on how close our lips were to each other.
‘You’re just too good to be true,’ his lips moved so close to mine they traced past mine as he sung the first line of a new song.
‘Can’t take my eyes off of you.’ My voice was slightly shaky as I filled in the next line of the Andy Williams song.
‘You feel like heaven to touch,’ He continued in his gentle crooning, taking up my hand and putting his other on my waist. We gently and slowly spun around the dark car park like this, his voice filling the void and dripping like hot, sweet caramel, drizzling warmth in shivers down my back.
It reminded me of a time that we danced that felt so very long ago now. The day that I first slept with him. This moment was totally consumed by us. The very notion of our existence seemed combined and, in this moment, we were one and the same.
And then, we weren’t alone and the moment was abruptly ended by a voice. And from that point onwards, the evening began to tumble downhill.
‘Oi! Weirdo! You coming in?’ The voice was low and gruff and I responded with shock. But Zayn seemed to recognise it and pulled away from me, grinning.
‘Yeah in a minute you twat!’ The exchange of insults seemed to be fondly. ‘Scar, this is Scotty,’ he held my hand and gestured with his free one. ‘Scotty, Scarlett,’
Scotty held out his hand as Zayn and I approached and I mirrored him politely, shaking it when he was near. Scotty was shorter than Zayn but heavily muscled: brawny.
‘Hello Scarlett! Heard a lot about you!’ He was drunk and spoke too loudly.
I smiled and shuffled into Zayn’s side.
‘I’ll be in a second mate,’ Zayn nodded to Scotty and he disappeared through the front door of the building.
‘You ready?’ he asked, as he had done earlier- like this was something that required preparation.
‘Uh-huh…’ I trailed, suddenly unsure. I wasn’t exactly sure why I felt so uncomfortable all of a sudden but I was sure that, at Zayn’s side, everything would be ok.
It wasn’t.
Inside the building there were 10 creaky steps leading down to the basement and evidence that there was another flat upstairs. We entered the dark flat which was playing music loudly. It was expensively furnished: modern, shiny surfaces and plush sofas and a group of 10 or so people sat around the coffee table, some on the floor, some on chairs. I could hear other people in another room.
‘Zayn!’ Several of the boys said in unison, standing up to greet him.
‘Y’aright boys!?’ suddenly a bravado came over Zayn, so different from the crooning gentleman of two minutes ago. He went up to them and did some form of handshake whilst I followed awkwardly behind. He introduced me as I hovered a foot or so behind him.
‘Boys! This is Scar,’ he reached for me and pulled me forward, lacing and arm around my unyielding waist.
One of the boys wolf whistled and they all made a clamour at my introduction and I wondered if I was the only girl here.
‘You wanna beer?’ one boy called to Zayn, who nodded, and then a can was being hurtled towards us. Zayn easily caught it with one hand and reached around to his other hand, wrapped around me, and undid it before taking a long swig.
‘Scar?’ I didn’t like the shortening of my name being used by a stranger. ‘Want one?’
I shook my head slightly.
‘Come on Scar!’ Zayn insisted.
‘I don’t like beer, you know that,’ I mumbled.
‘Oh right! Yeah, Lady Muck will have a champagne if you please!’ he said in an over theatrical way and I gave him a sharp look which he ignored. All the boys laughed.
‘Oi! Marty!’ the man called over his shoulder.
‘Yeah!’ the voice came from another room.
‘Bring in that bottle of Moet! Zayn’s bought a posh one!’ They all laughed again and I felt like I did at school years ago. I tried to crumple my figure as if I could somehow disappear but it didn’t work.
“Marty”- at least, I assumed it was him- appeared with a bottle of champagne in one hand a champagne flute in the other. He handed it to me, with a greeting for Zayn, before carelessly popping the cork and filling my glass whilst the champagne was still bubbling out of the top of the bottle.
‘Thanks.’ I mumbled quietly, not in the least attracted to the glass of fizzing liquid I would normally lust for.
The people around the table were all passing around a cigarette, but the smell was odd. Cloying and piney and nothing like the sweet musk of Zayn’s. Of course it wasn’t tobacco.
My hand immediately fluttered to my mouth to try and somehow stop my ingestion of the smoke but I let it drop again.
‘Where’s Scotty gone?’ Zayn asked, taking my unwilling hand and leading me to the sofa. I squashed in between him and the arm of the chair.
‘Jaz’s got bought some new shit. You know what that lot are like- they’ll try anything once!’ one boy responded with a laugh.
‘You lot will be the ruin of me y’know! The paps find me here and it’s game over! Good job you’re my mates,’ Zayn grinned, taking another long swig of beer.
‘You want some?’ the same guy offered out the joint.
‘I’ll pass. You know I don’t do any of that,’
‘No fun, you! What about Lady Muck? Would you like some Scar?’ he said, turning to me.
I shook my head, wrapping my arms around myself.
‘I’m just gunna say hi to the others,’ Zayn pushed himself off the sofa and gestured for me to stay. Some of the others got up at the same time, to get another drink or move to another room.
I stayed where I was, my knees wobbling slightly, my stomach rolling like a fist clenching and unclenching.
‘Bet you’ve never tried any of this before, have you Lady Muck?!’ One of the boys laughed, using my apparently new nickname.
I shook my head again.
‘I’m Dan by the way,’ he introduced himself.
I gave him a half smile, my mouth too dry to speak. I could never handle situations like this. Situations where I felt out of control.
‘Go, on, have a try!’ another guy encouraged.
‘No thanks.’ My voice was papery and thin.
‘Go on!’ Dan joined in again, holding out the brown, smoking cylinder to me.
‘No thank you. Really.’ I said, pushing myself up off of the sofa and weaving out of the huddle of people crowded around the table.
I bumped into Zayn as I escaped.
‘Scarlett!’ he said it like it was a surprise that I was there.
‘Zayn, can we go?’ my voice was low and serious.
‘Why?’ he slouched a little.
‘I don’t like it…’ I trailed, playing nervously with the hem of my dress.
‘Just stay a while! They’re my mates!’ he insisted and before I had time to explain how utterly terrified I was of overly-drunk people let alone those on drugs, he shuffled past me.

The minutes went on like hours as more and more people darted in and out of the main room as I sat on a sofa in the corner, away from the main bulk of people. The smell was making me dizzy: intoxicating, literally. Zayn was on his third beer by now and I knew we would have to call a taxi home. But he was enjoying himself, and so I would have to wait it out.
But, my resolution to just sit and wait was changed by the entrance of Scotty and all the other people who’d tried “Jaz’s new shit”. They were jittery and darting and unpredictable as they careened about the place, turning up the music and jumping erratically about. This was breaking point: I had no control over this fitful people or this whole situation in general. I put my glass down on the floor and shuffled nervously towards Zayn, shying away from the dancers.
‘Zayn,’ I said quietly, tugging on his hand. He turned to me, away from his conversation.
‘What?’ he asked, an impatient look in his eyes.
‘Can we go now?’ I mumbled.
‘What?’ he hadn’t misheard as he pulled me away from his crowd of friends.
‘Please, can we go?’ I asked again, my eyes widening in urgency.
‘Why?!’ he pressed.
‘Please!’ I insisted. ‘I’m not comfortable,’ I bit the inside of my lip.
‘Of course! It’s all about you, isn’t it!?’ he bit but didn’t fight any further. He said a quick goodbye to some of his friends before stalking out of the door, expecting me to follow.
We didn’t talk until we approached the bike.
‘You can’t be serious, Zayn. You’ve had too much to drink!’ I stopped in my tracks and put my hands on my hips.
‘It’ll be fine. Get on the bike.’ He grumbled, grabbing his helmet and putting it on and handing mine to me gruffly.
I stood with in in my hands and stared at him as he mounted the bike.
‘What are you waiting for?!’ he flipped up his visor to glare at me.
‘If you think I’m getting on that bike, you’ve got another thing coming.’ I jutted out my jaw.
Zayn stared at me for a few seconds before swinging his leg back off of the Vespa and marching up to me. He took my helmet from my hands and stuffed it onto my head. ‘Get on the scooter Scarlett.’ His voice was un-amused.
‘No!’ I exclaimed, crossing my arms, not bothering to remove the helmet.
‘Scarlett. Get on the fucking Vespa!’ he finally lost his rag and his voice was cutting and ordering.
I contemplated for a moment but I had no option but to hop onto the back and lace my arms around his torso which gave nothing like the soft, warm security that it usually did.
He rode the Vepsa out of the car park with ease, the alcohol seemingly not affecting his driving. But as we got onto the quiet roads he began to pick up speed. At first, it was just a little reckless- 40 in a 30 zone. But on a long straight he really went for it. I couldn’t see the speed dial from where I was but everything was blurring fast too quickly to be safe.
‘Zayn!’ I urged as I felt the wind whipping past but my voice only seemed to accelerate the bike.
‘Zayn! Stop!’ my voice escalated as the speed continued to increase, crushing my limbs with the force of the moving air.
‘Zayn! Stop! You’re gunna get us killed!’ he didn’t respond.
‘ZAYN MALIK YOU STOP THIS FUCKING VESPA RIGHT NOW!’ I screeched , my hands balled into fists and hammering at his chest.
That did it. We went from flying to stationary in a matter of seconds with a harsh jerk of the Vespa.
‘For FUCK’S SAKE!’ I yelled and Zayn turned his head over his shoulder to face me, the Vespa idling beneath us in the middle of the road.
‘What the fuck do you think you’re playing at!?’ my voice was loud and indignant. ‘Fuck you you fucking prick!’ I continued in my rant, my hands shaking half from fear, half from anger. I needed to get off the bloody scooter and I swung my leg off the machine. Only, this was me we were talking about and I caught my leg on the way over, feeling the pranging rush to my leg: that was going to bruise. I cursed myself: why could I not be smooth for once?!
I yanked my helmet off of my head, not caring about my hair and shoved it, with as much force as possible, into his stomach. ‘Stuff your sodding Vespa. Fucking twat.’ I seethed, not even taking time to notice how his face had changed through the gap his visor left: his eyes full of regret.
‘Scarlett!’ he called as I turned away from him, trying to keep myself upright as my legs wobbled beneath me. ‘Scar- come back!’ he yelled but I ignored him.
I had a twenty pound note stuffed down my bra from earlier but no phone and so all I needed to do was get to an all-night café, get some change and use a pay phone to call a cab. I took a sharp turn down a thin ally way so he could not follow me and marched off into the darkness, too angry to be worried about the sinister walkway.

I was still incandescent with rage when I got back to the flat, angrily punching in the entrance code and sighing gratefully that the last of the guests had no yet left and so out front door was open.
I marched to my room, not caring about any guests, and slammed shut my door, drawing across the bolt. I yanked the ridiculous amount of pins from my hair and unzipped the dress so it fell away from me, leaving me in a lace body and stockings. I crawled into my bed, flicking off the lights, not caring about my makeup, and sobbed into my pillow until I fell into a thick, uneasy sleep.

There was a light knock at my bedroom door and my eyes peeled open reluctantly, the drying flakes of mascara stinging them.
‘Come in!’ I groaned.
‘It’s locked,’ Bliss replied.
‘Uh!’ I groaned, closing my eyes again for a second or two before suddenly springing out of my bed, drawing back the lock and then collapsing back onto my mattress.
Bliss appeared in my room as I was piling the duvet back on top of me.
‘You’re a mess.’ She said, without insult.
‘I know.’ I replied flatly.
She came to sit on the end of my bed, a gift box in her arms. ‘This was on the doorstep this morning,’ she said gently, placing it on the centre of the bed. I gave it a glance and I knew who it would be from.
She caught my expression. ‘I’ll leave you to it,’ she said quietly, patting my knee under the quilt before exiting the room.
I sat up and drew the box onto my lap. I lifted off the lid to look at the contents. It was like he had left me the morning after we’d met.
Inside was a fresh poesy of forget-me-nots: hand-picked; a metal yoyo and a note written on thick card.
Yoyo, it read. I’m sorry for being an idiot. I think, somehow, writing this is safer than speaking because, unlike my lips, pens can’t stutter or, if I say something stupid, I can cross it out. I wish I could just cross out the whole paragraph of me being a dick last night but out world is not pen and paper and so I am in trouble. I suppose, after my apology, I should tell you how much I love you (which I do, a lot) but, if I’m honest, I could write a whole book about you and the reasons I love you. I would write about every single detail of you and how, like the elements that burn in a star, they come together to make something infinitely beautiful.
I think, aside from trying to list every way you’re beautiful to me, I am trying to say that I’m sorry. And that, before you, I had this roar. This live fast, die young urge in my head. But then I met you and I realised what I want. I just wanna live with you until I’m 100. And, last night, I lost sight of that. I was selfish and I’m sorry. So I’m gunna drive to some random field and grab you some forget-me-not’s because I know how you love them and hope to god that you will forgive me for being a little git. Because, Scarlett, this world isn’t made of paper and my words are not inky scribbles to be crossed out and I need you, with your eloquent words and clever manner to stop me from making mistakes.
I love you my Yo-yo.
Zayn.

Hey guys, I just wanna appologise for being slow with the next fanfic part. However, it’s...

Sun, 28 Apr 2013 12:04:30 +0100

Hey guys,
I just wanna appologise for being slow with the next fanfic part. However, it’s gunna be slow and irregular for a bit now cos my exams start in 15 days and so I’ve got to focus on revision. I will, however, try my best to get parts up to you as soon as possible!
I’m really sorry,
Lots of love xxxxxxxxxxxxx

Once again you never seize to amaze me (don't know if seize is the right word but it sounds right so idk).. Part 27 was ridiculous! And I'm so happy bliss and Louis got together again omg haha.. This was such a good part! Thank youu.. Cheered my night right up!! Xoxo

Wed, 17 Apr 2013 19:31:52 +0100

ljsda Sarah you’re adorable. Thank you! I think the word is cease but close enough eh! Asfodusaf you’re lovely made me smile. Makes me so happy to know I’ve cheered you up! Thank youuuuuuuuuuuuu, bless ya<3

AAAHHHHH THIS FANFIC IS MAKING MY HEART CRY YOU'RE PERF<3333 loved chap 26! :D you're the best! xoxo

Wed, 17 Apr 2013 19:31:01 +0100

Oh god! I’m so so sorry sweetheart! Never got the notifactions for your messages! It’s ok if you were behind sweetie- glad you’ve catched up now :P aojsdaisjd youre so sweet, thank you so so much. Hope you enjoy part 27 as much!<3

Oh look, it's April the 17th and I have one shot of the same name. How handy! Why not have a read? No better day than today!

Wed, 17 Apr 2013 19:29:24 +0100

Oh look, it's April the 17th and I have one shot of the same name. How handy! Why not have a read? No better day than today!

Ooh look! It’s April the 17th tomorrow! Wouldn’t it be handy if I had a one shot of the...

Tue, 16 Apr 2013 19:57:19 +0100

Ooh look! It’s April the 17th tomorrow! Wouldn’t it be handy if I had a one shot of the same name?
Oh wait- I do! Have a read of it here if ya want :)

3: Part 27

Tue, 16 Apr 2013 19:48:40 +0100

‘This calls for a celebration!’ Zayn grinned as he spun me around, not caring if passersby thought we were mad.
I laughed with him, exulting at the feeling of my hair being fanned out behind me as we twirled.
‘Of course!’ I nodded as he put me down only for me to wobble into him, my head still spinning.
‘A party?’ he suggested as I opened my front door.
‘I think that might be in order!’ I agreed. We had driven all the way back on his Vespa and hadn’t had any opportunity to really talk about the triumph: We could be together. ‘Next weekend would be good for me?’ I pondered, chuckling the calendar on the wall of the study as we walked past.
‘I think that’s good for us. They’re trying to get us more weekends off at the moment cos when we go on tour in a few months we won’t have any free time at all,’
‘How long until you leave?’ my chest felt immediately heavy at the thought of being separated for so long.
‘It starts in October,’
‘That’s ages away!’ I said with a small grin, happy that our separation was to be delayed. ‘You can come with us whenever you can though. At weekends, holidays, whatever,’
‘You just try and stop me!’ I laughed.
‘Oh, you’re back early,’ Bliss observed, emerging in the hallway from her bedroom.
‘Didn’t fancy staying the day,’ I shrugged.
‘Was it that bad?’ she frowned sympathetically.
‘Actually, no! Dad’s ok with this,’ I gestured between Zayn and me, ‘now,’
‘Thank god!’ she smiled. ‘I hope we’re having a party to celebrate this,’
‘Way ahead of you on that one. Next weekend sound good to you?‘
‘Perfect,’ her face lit up: she loved a party. ‘I’ll draw up the guest list,’ she bobbed her head cheerfully, her blonde ponytail swinging, before shuffling past us towards the study.
‘Looks like this party will be going ahead. She’s a force of nature when she sets her mind to something,‘
‘Something to look forward to then, eh?’ Zayn chuckled before placing his arm around my waist and kissing the top of my head.
I sighed, leaning into his side. ‘Definitely,’ I replied.

This week had gone all too fast. I never had a spare moment. School was picking up with exams looming which meant I had piles of homework to do at home, not to mention planning the party.
Bliss insisted that she had kept the guest list “demure and intimate” which probably meant she’d invited everyone in our year, not to mention the year above and below. You see, she never really seemed to think about the confinements that the size of our flat dictated. It could probably fit about 50 people at a push but there were 70 people in our year alone. The building was three floors and we resided on the middle floor. The top floor was more of an attic-type one bedroom apartment. No one had lived in it since we moved here and it was full of junk. Still, we had access to it and so had spent all week clearing out the crap to allow it to be opened up for the party.
I stared up at the ceiling, having woken up five minutes ago, and contemplated just rolling over and going back to sleep to let Bliss sort this party. But I knew that wasn’t gunna happen and it was already ten o’clock. I guessed Bliss had got up a while ago because I’d heard the front door open earlier. She’d be scurrying about already.
I hauled myself out of bed and got dressed. I texted Zayn to come over now, he was going to help us get the house ready for the party.
I was going to the salon to get my hair done later and so I just let in hang straight down my back for the moment. I wore my comfiest jeans to be running about the place but wore a floaty top: I could already feel it was going to be warm today.
I padded to the kitchen to get a drink but I only got halfway there when I heard Bliss’ voice.
‘Please don’t go,’ her voice was weak and I froze to hear the conversation, waiting to hear who she was talking too. They were in her room and I stood just a foot away from her door.
‘I’ll be back later,’ Emerson said casually.
‘Please,’
‘I’ll see you tonight,’ he quipped and I hopped away from the door as I heard his approach. He spotted me before I could disappear around the corner and gave me a sardonic grin showing his row of perfectly aligned, bleached white teeth. ‘Good morning dear Scarlett,’ he almost laughed, buttoning up the final button in his shirt, a jacket slung over his shoulder.
Bliss appeared at her bedroom door, wrapped in a bed sheet, staring woefully Emerson.
I ignored him and he eventually strode in his arrogant manner to the front door.
‘Emerson,’ Bliss said with a final, small whimper but he just gave her a smirk, like what she’d said was funny, before disappearing out of the door.
‘Was he the one who came through the front door an hour ago?’ my voice was soft; I could see he’d upset her, I wasn’t going to make it worse.
She nodded. ‘I just wanted him to stay. He always leaves,’ her usually bright eyes were dull and she shrugged resignedly.
I shook my head but there was nothing else to be said.
I walked past her towards the living room and got to the window just in time to see Zayn pull up and pull a baffled expression at Emerson as he drove away in his convertible Lamborghini.
‘Was that just-?’ he asked as he came through the front door and I cut him off with a knowing nod.
He knew what was going on and pouted his bottom lip a little and the situation, running his hand through his messy hair whilst I sighed.
‘Anyway,’ I brightened up and didn’t give him a chance to reply before jumping towards him and kissing him. He stumbled backwards slightly and dropped his bag but made no attempt to break the kiss, bringing his hand up to rest on the nape of my neck.
‘Been waiting all week for that,’ he said with a cheeky smirk’
‘Good,’ I replied falling onto the sofa. He took the hint, falling down beside me and reigniting the kiss, leaning back so we lay side by side, legs tangled.
But it was interrupted. ‘One sec,’ I mumbled through the kiss before pulling away.
He harrumphed and I gave him an apologetic smile.
‘It’s Flynn,’ I muttered, checking the caller ID and shuffling away from Zayn before answering the call.
‘What do you want.’ I answered in a way which would seem rude if it weren’t how Flynn and I always acted towards each other.
‘Y’alright trouble,’
‘Yeah I’m good- yourself?’
‘Fine,’ he answered before getting to his point. ‘I’ve been seeing this girl and she’s absolutely obsessed with One Direction, right. And, y’know, meeting one or more of their members would really get me in her good books, if you know what I mean…’ He trailed.
‘Flynn dearest, I fail to see what you and your love life has to me?’ I acted dumb, knowing exactly what he wanted.
‘Well, you know this party you’re having tonight,’
‘I do indeed,’
‘Well, is Zayn gunna be there?’
‘Yes… And some of the others as well…’ I still acted dumb.
‘Good. So can I bring her and, y’know, you could hook us up.’
‘You want me to hook your girlfriend up with a member of one direction?’ Blimey Flynn, I’ve heard of modern relationships n’all but really?’ I had to stifle a laugh, still pretending to not catch on and Zayn, who had caught the drift of the conversation, was grinning beside me.
‘Scarlett! You know what I mean. And anyway, she’s not my girlfriend… I’m not planning anything as permanent as that.’
‘Flynn, you’re a right dick sometimes,’ I chided fondly.
‘You love me anyway…’
‘Of course. And bring the girl- anything to help my dear brother out…’
‘Thank you!’ He burst. ‘Love you, See ya later!’ And then he hung up.
‘That boy, honestly!’ I sighed, falling backwards to once again lie beside Zayn on the sofa.
‘Happy to be of service,’ Zayn winked before pulling my hips towards his and pressing his lips to mine before I could reply.

‘Ok, you go food shopping and then get your hair done,’ Bliss started recalling our duties for today.
‘Uh huh,’ I agreed. ‘Flynn and Tristan will be down soon so they’ll drive you all to Primrose Hill to pick up the furniture,’ I added. My father owned many expensive properties in London as part of his property business but some of them were unoccupied and un-done up, most prestigious plots taking priority. One of the houses was in Primrose Hill and contained a load of old furniture from when some of the houses had been done up. We were going to be using some of the old sofas to fill the upstairs level we had opened up.
‘That will take us most of the afternoon,’ Bliss nodded. ‘Then, I’ll get my hair done whilst you’re back here sorting everything else out,’
‘Sounds like a plan,’ I grabbed my bag from the porch floor. ‘Flynn’s girl isn’t coming down until later but I’m not sure about Alistair. Tristan hasn’t said,’
‘Okie dokie,’ she smiled quickly.
‘Let’s go,’ I grabbed Zayn’s hand and hurried him out the door, knowing we had a busy day ahead of us.

We pulled up in the car park of Waitrose and jumped out. It was refreshing not to have to hide from anyone as I took Zayn’s hand and progressed towards the shop. Zayn seemed to be enjoying this fact as well and pulled me right into his side.
I grabbed a trolley from the side of the shop but before I could push it towards the shop, Zayn jumped into it and looked over his shoulder to grin at me.
‘What are you doing?’ I put my had on my hip and stared at him like a disapproving mother.
‘I pushed you round IKEA!’ he raised his eyebrows in a plea.
‘You’ll get us kicked out!’
‘No I won’t,’ he smiled angelically and I rolled my eyes at him before pushing the heavier-than-usual trolley into the shop.
I cruised up and down the aisle, gradually covering Zayn with boxes of all manner of nibbly food for tonight. He started complaining when we got to the alcohol but he arranged it around himself. Luckily, we had already bought a lot of beer earlier in the week so it was mostly just champagne and spirits.
‘Giddy up!’ he hit the side of a trolley, like he was goading a horse as I strolled slowly down the aisle pushing the heavy trolley.
‘If that’s what you want!’ I laughed before leaning all my weight on the trolley to get it moving and picking up speed.
The thing was, I hadn’t thought about how short the aisle was, nor how heavy the trolley would be to stop.
My feet took a few seconds to register this fact, however. ‘Stop!’ Zayn yelled, half laughing, half terrified.
‘I’m trying!’ I grimaced, heaving backwards.
‘Shit Scar!’ he shouted, the neat shelves of wine bottles approaching all too fast.
I dug my heels down on the hard floor and, with three inches until impact, managed to stop the trolley.
‘Holy shit.’ Zayn muttered before bursting into laughter.
A security guard gave as a disapproving look but we hadn’t actually broken anything so he couldn’t say anything. I burst into laughter with Zayn, reversing the trolley and directing it towards the till.
The situation only got funnier as the cashier gave Zayn the strangest look as he sat in the trolley, passing things up to the conveyer belt.

Zayn had to park down the road from the hairdressers and I once again delighted in the fact that it did not matter one bit who saw us walk hand in hand down the street. Zayn had always been secretive with his personal life but he seemed to be enjoying this sort of freedom for once.
Paolo scurried straight to the door upon our arrival, throwing his hands above his head with excitement.
‘Scarlett! My bella!’ he grinned, hugging me and giving me a stubbly kiss on the cheek.
‘Paolo,’ I smiled back fondly. ‘This,’ I gestured towards Zayn beside me, ‘is my boyfriend, Zayn,’ it still made me smile to feel those words roll off my tonge.
‘Pleasure to meet you!’ Paolo grinned and Zayn outstretched his hand. But Paolo was having none of it and pulled him to a full on hug. ‘You better be-a looking-a after my bella you know,’ he warned playfully.
‘Of course,’ Zayn assured him with a smile.
‘Anyway,’ Paolo turned his attention back to me. ‘What are we doing-a with you today, eh?’
‘Party tonight. Need something pretty,’ my hands floundered vaguely around my un-styled mop of hair.
‘No problem, Paolo will sort you out,’ he said with a wink and guiding me to the chair by my shoulders.
Zayn sat on the row of chairs by the door designed for waiting visitors, reading a magazine. He kept looking up over the paper to grin at me and I had trouble keeping my head in the position it was supposed to be when he did that causing Paolo to jokingly tap the side of my head in punishment.
Eventually, after many a conversation about Zayn and me from an inquisitive Paolo, my hair was done. He’d fashioned it into a messy take on the 60’s beehive with messy curls falling about my face to soften it.
‘You look beautiful,’ Zayn smiled, standing up as I approached.
‘Wait until you see the dress,’ I winked with a smile promising greater things.

The flat was where things became hectic. Bliss was on her way out to get her hair done, Flynn had gone to pick his not-so-girlfriend up from her house on the other side of London and take her out to dinner and Tristan had gone to his house in Mayfair to get ready. The boys mostly lived at home with dad for no other reason than they enjoyed having a housekeeper. They both had houses in London but were too lazy to do the upkeep.
Their absence meant that it was left to me and Zayn to prepare all the food, chill all the drinks and ready the house for the party. A quick inspection of upstairs told me that the boys and Bliss had at least done one job right.
It took us a full two hours to cook all the food, having limited oven space, and we were forced to empty out fridge of any food to fit even a fraction of the alcohol inside. By the time we had set out cups and food, we had very little time to get ready.
Bliss came scuttling through the doors just as I was going to my room to get ready and Zayn, having bought his clothes with him, followed me in.
I did my makeup- gold smokey eyes and my usual red lip- before I got dressed whilst Zayn lay on my bed and fiddled with his phone.
‘Liam is in Wolverhampton tonight so he won’t be coming,’ Zayn explained.
‘Ok,’ I shrugged.
‘The rest of the boys should be. Harry might be late as he’s got something on this afternoon and then he might leave early for another party but god knows with that boy!’
‘Right old party animal,’ I chuckled, standing up from my dressing table.
‘I’m gunna get changed in the bathroom, to give you the full impact of my dress,’ I laughed, grasping the garment bag that hung on my armoire and disappearing.
I emerged, five minutes later in my masterpiece.
The dress looked as if it were totally transparent: black gossamer imbedded with black lace flower designers fell over a nude bodice. The skirt of the 1950’s cocktail dress swung seductively as I moved, the heel of my gold Louis Vuitton shoes clacking on the ground.
But I didn’t care about him appreciating my outfit as I felt my legs go wobbly at the sight of him. The terrible thing about Zayn Malik was that he didn’t have to even try to look heavenly and he still managed to. He wore tight black skinny jeans, army boots, a white crew-neck t shirt that hung loosely, showing his collarbone tattoos, and a dark grey-marl blazer.
‘You always have to steal my thunder,’ I muttered in a mock-resentful way.
‘You look…’ he ran his hand carelessly through his hair. ‘Perfect. No… incandescent!’ he finished with impish grin.
‘Fancy word you’ve got there kiddo,’ I winked, moving up to him and wrapping my arms around his waist.
‘Gotta keep up with you somehow,’ he smirked before pecking my lips. ‘Hang on, I’ve got one finishing touch for you,’ he unlaced his arms from my and leaned down to his bag, emerging with a square box as wide as his hand. The gold Cartier logo shimmered as he pulled the lid to reveal the pearl inside the oyster. Inside the red box lay a platinum bangle. On either side of the bangle were two cut out shapes. One of the sun and the other of a star. Inside the bangle was an inscription of tiny letters: Now the sun is with the stars forever it read.
I remembered our conversation: “But if I were made of stars, you’d be the sun: much brighter and warmer. And I don’t want that because it’s awfully sad that the stars never get to see the sun. They’re always separated no matter how hard they try. The sun comes along and no matter how slowly it creeps up, the stars have to go before it can rise.”
I looked from the gently sparkling of the bracelet to Zayn who smiled softly at me. ‘You shouldn’t have,’ I murmured, unable to keep my finger off the cool, slick metal.
‘I know I didn’t. I just saw it and it seemed fitting. I would’ve given it to you last week but I hadn’t gotten it engraved yet,’ he explained, taking it up in his fingers and dropping the box to the floor. I held out my hand and he slipped it on, the sturdy pressure of its presence pressing gently on my wrist.
‘Thank you,’ I smiled. ‘It’s beautiful,’
‘You match then,’ he said with a grin before sealing it with a kiss.

The music was too loud that we could no longer hear the door bell and thus we just left the doors open. It was, admittedly, not the best plan in the middle of London but what could you do? People had begun arriving an hour ago and I sauntered about the house, making small talk with everyone I saw, Zayn staying faithfully by my side as I mingled.
We were just talking to Caro Rohas and her boyfriend Hamilton Grace when Bliss appeared at my side.
‘Of course- I never saw him again!’ Hamilton finished a joke and we all laughed.
‘Scarlett,’ I felt a warm hand on the top of my bare arm and my name in my ear.
I turned to Bliss, the first time I had really seen her this evening. She was draped in blue that glittered like the ocean in the sun. Her tanned legs seemed to go on forever, punctuated by studded black heels. She tugged gently on my arm and I moved to follow her, gesturing to Zayn that I would only be a moment.
‘Emerson has arrived,’ she murmured into my ear, he voice drowning in the music.
‘Bliss, you actually like Emerson! Don’t say it like bad thing,’ I laughed.
‘He’s bought another girl,’ she mumbled bluntly, her eyes wheeling to the floor.
‘Bastard.’ I cursed and looked over her shoulder. And there he was, plain as day with Liberty Seabom on his arm. Liberty was in the year above- already an ambitious move from Emerson. But to rub salt into the wound, she was a model, already lined up for catwalks at next London Fashion Week. She was tall, taller than me and much taller than Bliss with a long, choppy light brown bob and big green eyes. She was, as all models, deathly thin- frail to Bliss’ slender and yet I knew that boys found her beautiful. The girl was practically all legs and her dress only accentuated her assets.
I clenched my fists in anger at the boy who had gone one step too far in his childish little games.
‘Do you want me to get him to go?’
‘No, just leave him,’ Bliss sighed. ‘I don’t wanna make a fuss,’
‘He’s a twat Bliss- no one would blame you!’
‘Just leave him,’ she sighed and turned to walk away.

‘This is Lucy,’ Flynn stressed her name slightly as he introduced the girl to his side. She was one of Flynn’s usual girls: very pretty but not much behind the makeup. She cared for Flynn probably less than Flynn cared for her.
‘Hey. I’m Scarlett,’ I smiled. ‘and this is Zayn,’ I gestured to my side and Zayn waved friendlily, just as he always did when greeting fans.
Lucy’s olive skin blushed and she smiled back, babbling on about how nice it was to meet him, totally losing her cool. Then again, I couldn’t blame her. What I did find annoying, however, was her voice: high pitched and grating. Even Flynn was irritated by it.
‘You know what,’ Zayn interrupted her nervous tittering. ‘Harry, Lou and Niall are about somewhere,’ Zayn looked around the room. ‘Oh- look! There’s Niall,’ he gestured and Lucy practically pounced in his direction, a weary Flynn following behind her.
‘Nice girl but that voice!’ Zayn laughed confidentially into my ear.
‘Dear Flynn does know how to pick ‘em!’
‘Niall can deal with her now,’
‘You’re cruel!’ I poked his ribs.
‘He’ll forgive me someday,’
‘Let’s hope!’ I laughed.

We mingled throughout the evening, getting increasingly drunk but Zayn did not drink a lot himself, suggesting that he might go out somewhere after this.
Bliss was moping about all evening and a puppy-like Louis kept trying to cheer her up with stupid jokes and dancing. It would take a blind man not to see how desperately in love Louis was with Bliss and yet she hardly noticed at all.
Zayn and I had decided to go to my room for a little privacy from the constant photo-taking that was going on, but we were stopped at the edge of the living room by a confrontation playing out in front of us.
Bliss was re-arranging the bowls of crisps on the table when Emerson approached her from behind, Liberty having been distracted by other conversations within the room.
‘Hey,’ he said, wrapping his arms around her from behind. Bliss pulled away, shock jerking her movements. ‘What’s wrong?’ he asked, a marked lack of sincerity in his eyes.
‘Nothing.’ She shrugged.
‘Good- let’s go then,’ he grabbed her hand and she grabbed it back again.
‘No,’ she said quietly, returning to arranging the bowls.
‘Come on!’ Emerson tried, taking her hand again.
‘I said no!’ Bliss snatched it back more violently than before.
‘Bliss!’ Emerson’s exasperation broke through and he grabbed the top of her arm, forcing her to face him.
‘Oi!’ the protest came from behind Emerson and Louis filled the gap between him and Bliss with three long strides. ‘She said she didn’t want to.’ He squared his shoulders and set his feet apart.
Emerson looked at him with the expression that one has when beholding a piece of shit on your shoe.
‘Oh,’ his face changed to the amused tolerance that an adult has for a testing child. ‘And she does what you say now?’
Louis cleared his throat before he replied. ‘Never once for a matter of fact. But the point remains: she said no!’
Emerson ground his jaw in vexation and his fist clenched as if to swing him one.
Harry appeared at Louis’ shoulder, staring down Emerson with disgust.
‘Fuck you all.’ He spat at the three of them before turning on the heel of his well-polished shoes and marching out of the door.
The entire audience of the confrontation let out a collective held breath and they began to chat again. Harry patted Louis on the shoulder before returning to the conversation he was having previously and Bliss turned to fully face Louis.
‘Thank you,’ she smiled, wrapping her thin arms around his chest.
‘No problem,’ he squeezed her gently bag before she pulled away. He leant towards her to peck her cheek but she turned her head at the last moment and their lips pressed together.
Bliss pulled her head away, startled. She stared into his eyes for a moment, Louis unsure whether to walk away. But before he could, she grabbed him towards her with two handfuls of his t-shirt and kissed him as if she’d be waiting to do that for a very long time, which I suspected she probably had.
I smiled to myself, knowing that she was finally with the right boy, and led Zayn out the room.

‘Fucking hell I am glad Emerson has gone,’ I sighed in relief as I slid onto my bed beside Zayn. The party was still going on outside my bedroom door but I’d decided that I’d much rather be in here alone with him.
‘No guesses needed to know what they’ll be doing tonight,’
‘Hmm,’ I agreed. ‘I really don’t understand why everything automatically leads to sex though. I mean, they act like it’s the most important thing in the world!’
‘It kinda is. Reproduction n’all’ .
‘Don’t be a smart-ass.’ I nudged him. ‘But seriously, I can think of loads more important measures of a relationship,’
‘Oh, really,’ Zayn humoured me, his hand dancing on my stomach.
‘Yeah. Like being willing to wake up at 3am to see a person when they need you, even if you don’t know why. Or giving up whatever it takes to be with them. Or being able to laugh about everything. And knowing every single inch of them.’
‘Well I’m glad you said that- cos that means we have a pretty good relationship, eh!’
‘I guess,’ shrugged.
‘I think that wanting to spend the rest of your life with someone is also a pretty important measure, you know,’
‘Tick,’ I smiled.
‘Tick,’ he replied.
‘Forever,’
‘And a day,’ he one-upped me.
He pulled me into his side and I lay my head on his chest, hearing his steadily beating heart.
‘Move in with me.’ He said quietly.
‘I can’t.’ I replied solemnly.
‘Why not?’
‘My dad. He would never condone me moving in with a boy until we were married!’
‘But he must know about Flynn and well, what did he think I was doing there last weekend?!’ he laughed slightly.
‘Yeah, but that’s slightly different to full blown co-habitation,’ I shrugged. ‘Don’t get me wrong, I want to but I just don’t think it’s possible.
‘Ok,’ he sighed. ‘I’ll still love you forever though.’
‘I love you,’
‘Forever?’ he asked playfully.
‘You’ll be 99 and I’ll be 95 and I will still look at you like the blazing sun in an empty sky.’
‘And I will still crave you like my 6am cigarette.’ He finished finally.
‘Good,’ I sat my head up to grin at him before he rolled me onto my back, kissing me with the passion of a sailboat finding a safe harbour in a storm: the feeling of having found something that has probably saved your life.

Scarlett's dad finally approves, aah! This is so so so exciting! I've never been more excited for a story in my life, omg, what are your fanfictions doing to me? Hahaha! Keep writing! :)

Tue, 09 Apr 2013 14:30:27 +0100

kfujflsdjkals This made me ~~very~~ quite happy. Oh bless your heart darling, I’m so glad you get excited for the fanfic- makes me so motivated to write! thank you so much sweetie<3

Oh my god sar part 26 was so good! Zayn's speech at the end was so perfect and cute and awh! You are amazing xx

Mon, 08 Apr 2013 23:29:08 +0100

oh you absolute darling, bless your heart. Thank you m’love, made me very happy<3

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Mon, 08 Apr 2013 22:39:55 +0100

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