Wednesday, October 16, 2013
Wednesday, October 9, 2013
Different From The Rest (Chapter One)
Here it is! The first chapter for the sequel to Nothing Like My Family! :)
BTW this won't make any sense if you don't read the first book.
What teenage Carly looks like:
Chapter One
My dad used to tell me about my aunt, Cora, his twin sister. He said she was the bravest person he ever knew. I was fascinated by the story, not believing it was true. She did so many amazing things, and I made him tell me them every night as a bedtime story. But one question always lingered in my mind.
Why did she die for Ron?
When I was seven, I scraped up all the courage I had to ask my dad about it.
"Daddy, why did Cora die for Ron?" He was taken aback by the question from his seven-year-old. Then he furrowed his eyebrows in concentration.
"Well," he started, "because of love." I was confused.
"Love? What does love feel like?" I asked. "What is love?" He smiled at me.
"Well, it's hard to explain. It's a complicated thing. I feel love when I look at your mother. I feel love when I look at your sister. I feel love when I look at you. One day you won't need a definition of love because you'll feel it, right there." He pointed to my heart. "And one day a very special person will walk into your life and make you happy, and you'll want to be with them forever. That's love, my dear. Now get some sleep," he said, tucking me in. I smiled as he kissed my forehead.
"Good night, Carly. I love you," he said before switching off my light and closing the door.
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This is so sweet <3 <3 <3
BTW this won't make any sense if you don't read the first book.
What teenage Carly looks like:
Chapter One
My dad used to tell me about my aunt, Cora, his twin sister. He said she was the bravest person he ever knew. I was fascinated by the story, not believing it was true. She did so many amazing things, and I made him tell me them every night as a bedtime story. But one question always lingered in my mind.
Why did she die for Ron?
When I was seven, I scraped up all the courage I had to ask my dad about it.
"Daddy, why did Cora die for Ron?" He was taken aback by the question from his seven-year-old. Then he furrowed his eyebrows in concentration.
"Well," he started, "because of love." I was confused.
"Love? What does love feel like?" I asked. "What is love?" He smiled at me.
"Well, it's hard to explain. It's a complicated thing. I feel love when I look at your mother. I feel love when I look at your sister. I feel love when I look at you. One day you won't need a definition of love because you'll feel it, right there." He pointed to my heart. "And one day a very special person will walk into your life and make you happy, and you'll want to be with them forever. That's love, my dear. Now get some sleep," he said, tucking me in. I smiled as he kissed my forehead.
"Good night, Carly. I love you," he said before switching off my light and closing the door.
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This is so sweet <3 <3 <3
Friday, September 27, 2013
Friday, September 13, 2013
OMG LDSLJSLDKFLASKDF;LKADSJF SD ;LFKJASDLKFJLASDKJFLADSFLKJASD;LFKJLASDKF;LASDFLKASDLFK QERGN,ADSNV[89Q3RLBNQE[8UFVM I WAS TWEETING 1D AND I ASKED "ZAYN HOW ARE YOU" AND HE SAID "FINE AND YOU" AND AND I SAID "PERFECT ACTUALY" AND HARRRY SAID "PERFECT THAT YOUR HERE" THAT AND I GAVE HIM A SMILY FACE AND SAID "WE LOVE YOU HARRY" AND HE SAID "LOOVE YOU TOO" OMG PEOPLE THIS HAPPENED!!
Monday, September 9, 2013
Saturday, September 7, 2013
Austin Mahone Imagine for Alison
A/N I hope you like it! I don't know much about him, but I tried! Really tried!
Austin Mahone was my best friend. He always has been, ever since we were in diapers. Yes, the Austin Mahone. He's the greatest friend ever, always there for me when I need him.
The only problem is... I've had a crush on him forever. I loved his personality, his dark hair, his brown eyes... I just love everything about him. But he has a girlfriend, Sophie. That's the problem.
And let me tell you, I was absolutely SICK OUT OF MY MIND of Sophie. I saw her cheating on Austin with the head of the football team. I tried telling Austin, but he didn't believe me.
I was watching Finding Nemo when my doorbell rang. He was in my doorway, looking so beautiful as always-with tears in his eyes? Oh boy.
"Austin! Oh my gosh, what happened?" He hugged me, unable to speak as he cried in my shoulder. I brought him inside, and made him a warm tea. He still wasn't able to speak, so we just sat there, hugging, as he cried in my shoulder. It broke my heart seeing him like this, because he was so important to me, and I hated seeing him cry. It was the worst sight in the world... seeing someone you love so upset and heartbroken.
"Do you want to talk about it?" He shook his head, sipping his tea. "You wanna sleep here tonight?" I asked him. He nodded. I had a dreadful feeling this was about Sophie, but I didn't say anything. I put some warm blankets and pillows on the couch when he said, in a cracked voice, "Can I sleep with you tonight?" I was taken aback, but welcome him into my room with the warmest smile I could scrape up.
Once we climbed into my bed, I was surprised again when he wrapped his warm arms around me, and started to cry himself to sleep. I cried with him, because seeing him like this was absolutely heartbreaking.
*the next morning*
I opened my eyes to see Austin's angelic face sleeping, tears staining his cheeks. I smiled up at him, until I remembered what happened last night where he was crying so hard he could barely speak, and the smile dropped. I somehow wiggled out of his grip without waking him and walked into the kitchen to make him breakfast. I threw my hair up in a messy ponytail and made him eggs, pancakes, and bacon. I knew he loved my cooking, and it was the first thing I could think of. I set some orange juice on a tray along with the food and brought it to him, and he was still in bed, but flipping through my channels.
"I made you breakfast." His head turned to me, and he managed a small smile. I smiled back, setting the tray of food on his lap. We ate together in silence and watched the third Harry Potter movie.
"Do you want to talk about it?" I asked again. Was I being too clingy? I probably was. I shouldn't be bombing him with questions. To my surprise, he nodded.
"I walked in my apartment," he started, "and Sophie was making out with some guy on the couch," he said quietly. I pulled him into a hug.
"Oh, Austin... she's such a bitch. I'm so sorry. You should just forget about her, she's not worth it," I said in his ear. He nodded, then pulled back.
"Can you keep a secret Alison?" he said. I nodded, and he took his warm hands in mine, my stomach doing back flips across the room.
"You're my best friend, right?" I nodded. The next thing that happened shocked me so much I nearly passed out.
He.
Kissed.
Me.
O. M. F. G. Austin was kissing me. Our lips moved in perfect sync, and he pulled back a little to whisper against my lips...
"I'm in love with my best friend, should I tell her?"
Austin Mahone was my best friend. He always has been, ever since we were in diapers. Yes, the Austin Mahone. He's the greatest friend ever, always there for me when I need him.
The only problem is... I've had a crush on him forever. I loved his personality, his dark hair, his brown eyes... I just love everything about him. But he has a girlfriend, Sophie. That's the problem.
And let me tell you, I was absolutely SICK OUT OF MY MIND of Sophie. I saw her cheating on Austin with the head of the football team. I tried telling Austin, but he didn't believe me.
I was watching Finding Nemo when my doorbell rang. He was in my doorway, looking so beautiful as always-with tears in his eyes? Oh boy.
"Austin! Oh my gosh, what happened?" He hugged me, unable to speak as he cried in my shoulder. I brought him inside, and made him a warm tea. He still wasn't able to speak, so we just sat there, hugging, as he cried in my shoulder. It broke my heart seeing him like this, because he was so important to me, and I hated seeing him cry. It was the worst sight in the world... seeing someone you love so upset and heartbroken.
"Do you want to talk about it?" He shook his head, sipping his tea. "You wanna sleep here tonight?" I asked him. He nodded. I had a dreadful feeling this was about Sophie, but I didn't say anything. I put some warm blankets and pillows on the couch when he said, in a cracked voice, "Can I sleep with you tonight?" I was taken aback, but welcome him into my room with the warmest smile I could scrape up.
Once we climbed into my bed, I was surprised again when he wrapped his warm arms around me, and started to cry himself to sleep. I cried with him, because seeing him like this was absolutely heartbreaking.
*the next morning*
I opened my eyes to see Austin's angelic face sleeping, tears staining his cheeks. I smiled up at him, until I remembered what happened last night where he was crying so hard he could barely speak, and the smile dropped. I somehow wiggled out of his grip without waking him and walked into the kitchen to make him breakfast. I threw my hair up in a messy ponytail and made him eggs, pancakes, and bacon. I knew he loved my cooking, and it was the first thing I could think of. I set some orange juice on a tray along with the food and brought it to him, and he was still in bed, but flipping through my channels.
"I made you breakfast." His head turned to me, and he managed a small smile. I smiled back, setting the tray of food on his lap. We ate together in silence and watched the third Harry Potter movie.
"Do you want to talk about it?" I asked again. Was I being too clingy? I probably was. I shouldn't be bombing him with questions. To my surprise, he nodded.
"I walked in my apartment," he started, "and Sophie was making out with some guy on the couch," he said quietly. I pulled him into a hug.
"Oh, Austin... she's such a bitch. I'm so sorry. You should just forget about her, she's not worth it," I said in his ear. He nodded, then pulled back.
"Can you keep a secret Alison?" he said. I nodded, and he took his warm hands in mine, my stomach doing back flips across the room.
"You're my best friend, right?" I nodded. The next thing that happened shocked me so much I nearly passed out.
He.
Kissed.
Me.
O. M. F. G. Austin was kissing me. Our lips moved in perfect sync, and he pulled back a little to whisper against my lips...
"I'm in love with my best friend, should I tell her?"
Thursday, August 29, 2013
Wednesday, August 28, 2013
Louis Tomlinson for Alison
A/N I hope you like it :)
Me and Louis were in the library. I wanted to study for your exams because I was only 18 and still in high school. Louis was talking really loudly which he wasn't supposed to because he was bored. After getting many annoyed stares and the librarian told him to be quiet, I told him to shut up.
"No, Alison!" he stood up on a chair. "I will not take my pants off!" I wanted to smack him.
"Will you shut up?" some lady told us.
"I'm so sorry, ma'am. My boyfriend will not be quiet," I said apologetically. She rolled her eyes, then returned to her book. The librarian walked over to us, making me nervous.
"I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to ask you to leave," she said, obviously annoyed with us. Now I wanted to really smack Louis. Being the sassy prick he sometimes is, he walked over to her and rolled his head in a circular motion.
"Do you know who I am?" I face palmed myself.
"Louis William Tomlinson lets go." I grabbed his wrist and literally dragged him out of the library. Once we were outside. I faced him, then hit his shoulder has hard as I could(which wasn't that hard).
"Ow! What was that for?!" he questioned me. I sighed, frustrated.
"You just got us kicked out of the library!" I argued at him. Louis pulled the puppy dog face, knowing I couldn't be mad at him for long.
"I'm sowwy," he said, sticking out his bottom lip. I couldn't resist it. I stood on my tippy-toes and kissed his soft lips. The things Louis can make me do. Ridiculous.
"What am I going to do with you?" I asked him as he intertwined our fingers and we started walking back to my house.
"Well, you're stuck with me, if you like it or not," he said. I smiled.
"I love you, Lou," I said, pulling him closer to me.
He wrapped his arms around me waist as I wrapped my arms around his neck. We put our foreheads together.
"I love you more, Alison."
Me and Louis were in the library. I wanted to study for your exams because I was only 18 and still in high school. Louis was talking really loudly which he wasn't supposed to because he was bored. After getting many annoyed stares and the librarian told him to be quiet, I told him to shut up.
"No, Alison!" he stood up on a chair. "I will not take my pants off!" I wanted to smack him.
"Will you shut up?" some lady told us.
"I'm so sorry, ma'am. My boyfriend will not be quiet," I said apologetically. She rolled her eyes, then returned to her book. The librarian walked over to us, making me nervous.
"I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to ask you to leave," she said, obviously annoyed with us. Now I wanted to really smack Louis. Being the sassy prick he sometimes is, he walked over to her and rolled his head in a circular motion.
"Do you know who I am?" I face palmed myself.
"Louis William Tomlinson lets go." I grabbed his wrist and literally dragged him out of the library. Once we were outside. I faced him, then hit his shoulder has hard as I could(which wasn't that hard).
"Ow! What was that for?!" he questioned me. I sighed, frustrated.
"You just got us kicked out of the library!" I argued at him. Louis pulled the puppy dog face, knowing I couldn't be mad at him for long.
"I'm sowwy," he said, sticking out his bottom lip. I couldn't resist it. I stood on my tippy-toes and kissed his soft lips. The things Louis can make me do. Ridiculous.
"What am I going to do with you?" I asked him as he intertwined our fingers and we started walking back to my house.
"Well, you're stuck with me, if you like it or not," he said. I smiled.
"I love you, Lou," I said, pulling him closer to me.
He wrapped his arms around me waist as I wrapped my arms around his neck. We put our foreheads together.
"I love you more, Alison."
Tuesday, August 27, 2013
Monday, August 26, 2013
Sunday, August 25, 2013
Saturday, August 24, 2013
I'm thinking of writing a sequel to Nothing Like My Family from Corey's daughter's Carly's perspective as she falls in love with a muggle. I'll probably call it Different From The Rest... or is that too cheesy? Let me know what you guys think. If you haven't read Nothing Like My Family, check it out! It was actually my very first post.
Tuesday, August 13, 2013
Dear Niall Horan,
Let me just say people like you are some of the greatest things that ever happened to me. Some people can say to me, "You're the worst person ever." ok. "You deserve to die." ok. "Everybody hates you." ok. "Niall Horan is ugly." YOU BETTER RUN. I still sometimes look in the mirror and realize how disgusted I am with myself. How maybe I deserve the bad things that have happened to me. You shouldn't feel that. Please don't feel that. To some girls you don't matter at all(and that's bull, by the way). But to me? You're my whole world. I know you don't know I exist. I know I'll probably never meet you. But, despite those things, you're always there for me. People don't understand how much you and boys mean to me. They think I'm childish and immature because of that. But I stand my ground. I'm proud to be a Niall girl. Proud. You don't deserve anything those heartless girls to you. Without you, there is no One Direction. Period. Louis, Liam, Harry, Zayn, and millions of girls all love you to pieces. Including me. I know you said you would date a fan if the right one comes around. But... would you really? I get my hopes up, but then I look in the mirror and ask myself, what he see in me? I'm just another fan.
Love,
Christina
Let me just say people like you are some of the greatest things that ever happened to me. Some people can say to me, "You're the worst person ever." ok. "You deserve to die." ok. "Everybody hates you." ok. "Niall Horan is ugly." YOU BETTER RUN. I still sometimes look in the mirror and realize how disgusted I am with myself. How maybe I deserve the bad things that have happened to me. You shouldn't feel that. Please don't feel that. To some girls you don't matter at all(and that's bull, by the way). But to me? You're my whole world. I know you don't know I exist. I know I'll probably never meet you. But, despite those things, you're always there for me. People don't understand how much you and boys mean to me. They think I'm childish and immature because of that. But I stand my ground. I'm proud to be a Niall girl. Proud. You don't deserve anything those heartless girls to you. Without you, there is no One Direction. Period. Louis, Liam, Harry, Zayn, and millions of girls all love you to pieces. Including me. I know you said you would date a fan if the right one comes around. But... would you really? I get my hopes up, but then I look in the mirror and ask myself, what he see in me? I'm just another fan.
Love,
Christina
Sunday, August 11, 2013
Saturday, August 10, 2013
Niall Horan Imagine for Macey
I walked into cheerleading practice in my blue and white uniform. The skirt was a little short for my liking, but you know. Don't want to get kicked off the squad.
The football team was practicing nearby. I looked over at Niall Horan, the head of the team. He's been my crush since grade school.
"Willington! Front and center!" Coach yelled, snapping me out of my thoughts. I tore my gaze away from Niall, looking so hot in that sweaty uniform... like OH. MY. GOD. He looked so sexy in that uniform, sticking to his perfect muscles... I can literally feel myself drooling.
I walked over to the squad and set my bag down, preparing to do the lift and the jump. Once I was in the air, I realized the girls weren't there to catch me.
But I still fell into two strong arms, holding me bridal style. And as soon as I looked into those sparkling blue eyes behind the helmet, I knew, right there, that I was falling hard for Niall.
"Hi, Macey," he said smiling, that smile that got me every time. I loved it when he said my name, and his Irish accent sent butterflies in my stomach like a bomb.
"Hi Niall," I breathed in amazement. He was so breathtaking, and up close, I felt like I was going to explode into a million pieces. He put me down on my feet, and pulled me closer to him. His arms were wrapped around my waist. I pulled my arms around his neck as he slowly leant forward, washing away all the worries as his soft lips brushed mine. I never wanted this moment to end.
The football team was practicing nearby. I looked over at Niall Horan, the head of the team. He's been my crush since grade school.
"Willington! Front and center!" Coach yelled, snapping me out of my thoughts. I tore my gaze away from Niall, looking so hot in that sweaty uniform... like OH. MY. GOD. He looked so sexy in that uniform, sticking to his perfect muscles... I can literally feel myself drooling.
I walked over to the squad and set my bag down, preparing to do the lift and the jump. Once I was in the air, I realized the girls weren't there to catch me.
But I still fell into two strong arms, holding me bridal style. And as soon as I looked into those sparkling blue eyes behind the helmet, I knew, right there, that I was falling hard for Niall.
"Hi, Macey," he said smiling, that smile that got me every time. I loved it when he said my name, and his Irish accent sent butterflies in my stomach like a bomb.
"Hi Niall," I breathed in amazement. He was so breathtaking, and up close, I felt like I was going to explode into a million pieces. He put me down on my feet, and pulled me closer to him. His arms were wrapped around my waist. I pulled my arms around his neck as he slowly leant forward, washing away all the worries as his soft lips brushed mine. I never wanted this moment to end.
Friday, August 9, 2013
Dear One Direction,
Sometimes, I daydream about meeting you and dating you. Its a wish, really. I know that that'll never happen, deep inside me. I wish that because you're such an inspiration. You're so amazing, and truth is, you're the thing that puts the smile on my face, and that makes me roll on the floor with laughter when I feel like nothing is right in my life. You have dreams, like everybody else in this world. I understand you're not perfect. You make mistakes, and you strengths and weaknesses. Like me. Like everybody.
You've taught me to never give on my dreams, even if you fail the first time. Its okay to be shy sometimes, and to act like a kid sometimes. But that doesn't mean you're immature. It means that you're making the best of your life, and you're treasuring being a kid before you get too old. You should never let people get in the way with what you want to do with your life and who you want to be. You know who you are, and a lot of people don't. You made so many people proud and you put millions of smiles on millions of girls. You stopped scars on arms. And spread laughter and tears, I mean, look at me. In 2043 I'm still going to be crying over Don't Let Me Go. But I won't be the only one. I'll have a family, and I'll "move on" from boybands. But I'll never really move on. Its always there. Fandom never really dies. We never really forget.
Love,
The Real Christina Baker
Sometimes, I daydream about meeting you and dating you. Its a wish, really. I know that that'll never happen, deep inside me. I wish that because you're such an inspiration. You're so amazing, and truth is, you're the thing that puts the smile on my face, and that makes me roll on the floor with laughter when I feel like nothing is right in my life. You have dreams, like everybody else in this world. I understand you're not perfect. You make mistakes, and you strengths and weaknesses. Like me. Like everybody.
You've taught me to never give on my dreams, even if you fail the first time. Its okay to be shy sometimes, and to act like a kid sometimes. But that doesn't mean you're immature. It means that you're making the best of your life, and you're treasuring being a kid before you get too old. You should never let people get in the way with what you want to do with your life and who you want to be. You know who you are, and a lot of people don't. You made so many people proud and you put millions of smiles on millions of girls. You stopped scars on arms. And spread laughter and tears, I mean, look at me. In 2043 I'm still going to be crying over Don't Let Me Go. But I won't be the only one. I'll have a family, and I'll "move on" from boybands. But I'll never really move on. Its always there. Fandom never really dies. We never really forget.
Love,
The Real Christina Baker
Oops
Okay I lied. Chapter Three of Wild Ones(Harry Styles Love Story) wasn't that long. Well, fine. Wasn't long at all.
I'm sorry! I'm a stupid idiot, I'll sit my ass down in front of this computer and write the damn fourth chapter until my freaking fingers bleed.
Sorry you guys!
Christina
I'm sorry! I'm a stupid idiot, I'll sit my ass down in front of this computer and write the damn fourth chapter until my freaking fingers bleed.
Sorry you guys!
Christina
Wild Ones (A Harry Styles Love Story) Chapter Three
A/N
Before I start this chapter I wanted to say sorry the last one was so short, I was being a lazy bum so this one will totally be longer. Thanks you my beautiful readers!
Chapter Three
"Harry Styles." His husky breath tickled my ear. I stared into his beautiful green eyes-WAIT WAIT WAIT PAUSE. REWIND. PLAY.
"Harry Styles." PAUSE. REWIND. PLAY.
"Harry Styles." PAUSE. REWIND. PLAY.
"Harry Styles." PAUSE. REWIND. PLAY.
Beautiful green eyes?
No. No way am I stupid enough to fall for this boy. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA no.
And he walked away. Just like that. Gone.
You probably expect me to go after him and say all the stupid crap I'm supposed to say. But I just stood there, dumbstruck, starstruck, like I just got hit by a truck- that stupid idiot. He made me rhyme. Twice. Twice.
I stared at his back, trying to move, but I stood there frozen like an ice sculpture, frozen but melting slowly. And by the time I snapped back into reality, I picked up my books and shoved them in my bag. I Pushed my hair into a ponytail, walking home cautiously, not stepping on any cracks.
"Hey girl. How was the park?" Dallas asked me once I got home. I looked up at him, putting on a smile.
"Fine, fine," I answered. But I wasn't fine.
I texted Niall.
A: I have something to tell you
N: What is it?
A: I met Harry...
N: And...
A: He... Um...
N: Spit it out, Ella!
A: He kind of caught me studying.
N: Oh. My. God.
A: Yeah I know.
N: At least he didn't catch you in your glasses.
A: Are you saying I look bad in my glasses?
N: NO! I'm just saying that is he caught you in glasses and studying things wouldn't end well.
A: Yeah, whatever. I do look pretty dorky in my glasses. But what if he tells someone? My stupid life will be over. Over. O. V. E. R.
N: Okay, lets think about this. If he tells someone it will spread across the school. you'll be called a nerd and kicked out of the popular club and probably quit the cheer team because of your embarrassment and move to Canada and fake your own death. You'll dye your hair and eyebrows purple and tend a your own funeral as a punk girl named Candace saying you were your second cousin-to-be. Then you'll become an electrician and marry a plumber named Jerry and have twin girls named Mandy and Sandy.
A: Way to boost my confidence, bro.
N: Sorry. Wandering mind, you see.
A: Mm. What do I do?
N: What can you do?
A: Oh my god. PLAN PLAN PLAN PLAN PLAN.
N: WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT.
A: I'm feeling devious and mysterious today. You'll see.
N: I hate you.
A: I love you too. Gotta go. I need to plan my incredibly master plan.
I turned off my phone and threw it to the side. There had to be no distractions while I was forming a plan. None whatsoever. I got out a pencil and paper, drawing and planning until I felt like a rock, just sitting there at my desk, staring at my most master plan yet.
I brushed my teeth, putting in my over-night headgear with difficulty and putting my hair up in a bun. I changed into sweatpants and an old t-shirt and took out my contacts, washing my face and climbing into bed. I rested my head on my pillows, feeling proud and happy with myself.
Harry will never see it coming.
Before I start this chapter I wanted to say sorry the last one was so short, I was being a lazy bum so this one will totally be longer. Thanks you my beautiful readers!
Chapter Three
"Harry Styles." His husky breath tickled my ear. I stared into his beautiful green eyes-WAIT WAIT WAIT PAUSE. REWIND. PLAY.
"Harry Styles." PAUSE. REWIND. PLAY.
"Harry Styles." PAUSE. REWIND. PLAY.
"Harry Styles." PAUSE. REWIND. PLAY.
Beautiful green eyes?
No. No way am I stupid enough to fall for this boy. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA no.
And he walked away. Just like that. Gone.
You probably expect me to go after him and say all the stupid crap I'm supposed to say. But I just stood there, dumbstruck, starstruck, like I just got hit by a truck- that stupid idiot. He made me rhyme. Twice. Twice.
I stared at his back, trying to move, but I stood there frozen like an ice sculpture, frozen but melting slowly. And by the time I snapped back into reality, I picked up my books and shoved them in my bag. I Pushed my hair into a ponytail, walking home cautiously, not stepping on any cracks.
"Hey girl. How was the park?" Dallas asked me once I got home. I looked up at him, putting on a smile.
"Fine, fine," I answered. But I wasn't fine.
I texted Niall.
A: I have something to tell you
N: What is it?
A: I met Harry...
N: And...
A: He... Um...
N: Spit it out, Ella!
A: He kind of caught me studying.
N: Oh. My. God.
A: Yeah I know.
N: At least he didn't catch you in your glasses.
A: Are you saying I look bad in my glasses?
N: NO! I'm just saying that is he caught you in glasses and studying things wouldn't end well.
A: Yeah, whatever. I do look pretty dorky in my glasses. But what if he tells someone? My stupid life will be over. Over. O. V. E. R.
N: Okay, lets think about this. If he tells someone it will spread across the school. you'll be called a nerd and kicked out of the popular club and probably quit the cheer team because of your embarrassment and move to Canada and fake your own death. You'll dye your hair and eyebrows purple and tend a your own funeral as a punk girl named Candace saying you were your second cousin-to-be. Then you'll become an electrician and marry a plumber named Jerry and have twin girls named Mandy and Sandy.
A: Way to boost my confidence, bro.
N: Sorry. Wandering mind, you see.
A: Mm. What do I do?
N: What can you do?
A: Oh my god. PLAN PLAN PLAN PLAN PLAN.
N: WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT.
A: I'm feeling devious and mysterious today. You'll see.
N: I hate you.
A: I love you too. Gotta go. I need to plan my incredibly master plan.
I turned off my phone and threw it to the side. There had to be no distractions while I was forming a plan. None whatsoever. I got out a pencil and paper, drawing and planning until I felt like a rock, just sitting there at my desk, staring at my most master plan yet.
I brushed my teeth, putting in my over-night headgear with difficulty and putting my hair up in a bun. I changed into sweatpants and an old t-shirt and took out my contacts, washing my face and climbing into bed. I rested my head on my pillows, feeling proud and happy with myself.
Harry will never see it coming.
Wednesday, August 7, 2013
Wild Ones (A Harry Styles Love Story) Chapter Two
Chapter Two
"I'm going to the park! Be back in a couple hours!" I yelled threw the house.
"Kay!" my brother Dallas yelled back. I shut the door to my house, locking it behind me. I had my backpack full of books so I could study, even though I didn't need to, because I was going to the best college in the state in two years. I come to the park when I study because the wind and grass helps me think. Nobody who went to my school lived around here anyway, so, no big deal.
I sat down on my favorite grass spot right under a tree, my hair blowing softly in the breeze. I got out my books and notebook and started to study about Greek mythology. I had a test for that on Wednesday and-
"Ariella Thompson. Studying?" a voice said behind me. I whipped around, and a boy with curly brown hair and green eyes was staring into my blue ones.
"Uh.. n-no.. I-I'm not studying. I.. am.. um..." I stuttered. I was never a good liar. I bit the side of my cheek, shaking.
"Huh. Well seeing the most popular girl in your school studying in your local park definitely not something you see everyday."
"You see, I-wait, you live here too?" I said, surprised. He nodded.
"Right down the street," he answered. I bit my lip.
"Please. Please don't tell anybody," I begged him.
"Tell them what? That you've been lying to yourself and them for two years and that you're pretending to be something you're not?" he said roughly, suddenly angry.
"Exactly," I said, keeping my voice calm and steady. I saw his jaw tighten. "Look. I've been put through a lot of crap in my life and I've worked hard to get where I am. I don't need you ruining that." I looked him dead in the eyes, trying to read his face. I didn't get anything.
"Who are you, anyway?" I said frustrated. He didn't say anything for the first few seconds, and took to steps closer to me. He was too close. Much too close. But for some odd reason, I kind of liked it.
"Harry Styles."
A/N
OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH BET YOU DIDN'T SEE THAT ONE COMING!!!
CHRISIE CREAM
P.S. oops I forgot to turn off my caps lock lol and I'm in a good mood today so yeah
"I'm going to the park! Be back in a couple hours!" I yelled threw the house.
"Kay!" my brother Dallas yelled back. I shut the door to my house, locking it behind me. I had my backpack full of books so I could study, even though I didn't need to, because I was going to the best college in the state in two years. I come to the park when I study because the wind and grass helps me think. Nobody who went to my school lived around here anyway, so, no big deal.
I sat down on my favorite grass spot right under a tree, my hair blowing softly in the breeze. I got out my books and notebook and started to study about Greek mythology. I had a test for that on Wednesday and-
"Ariella Thompson. Studying?" a voice said behind me. I whipped around, and a boy with curly brown hair and green eyes was staring into my blue ones.
"Uh.. n-no.. I-I'm not studying. I.. am.. um..." I stuttered. I was never a good liar. I bit the side of my cheek, shaking.
"Huh. Well seeing the most popular girl in your school studying in your local park definitely not something you see everyday."
"You see, I-wait, you live here too?" I said, surprised. He nodded.
"Right down the street," he answered. I bit my lip.
"Please. Please don't tell anybody," I begged him.
"Tell them what? That you've been lying to yourself and them for two years and that you're pretending to be something you're not?" he said roughly, suddenly angry.
"Exactly," I said, keeping my voice calm and steady. I saw his jaw tighten. "Look. I've been put through a lot of crap in my life and I've worked hard to get where I am. I don't need you ruining that." I looked him dead in the eyes, trying to read his face. I didn't get anything.
"Who are you, anyway?" I said frustrated. He didn't say anything for the first few seconds, and took to steps closer to me. He was too close. Much too close. But for some odd reason, I kind of liked it.
"Harry Styles."
A/N
OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH BET YOU DIDN'T SEE THAT ONE COMING!!!
CHRISIE CREAM
P.S. oops I forgot to turn off my caps lock lol and I'm in a good mood today so yeah
Wild Ones (Harry Styles Love Story) Chapter One
Chapter One
What Ariella looks like:
I walked into my school, and everyone moved to form a path for my friends and I. Lets just say they were slightly bowing. The entire hall went silent as we walked in. Even the jocks stopped throwing the football, the nerds looked up from their books, and people stopped making out to get a closer look at us.
We were, the populars. The boy magnets. The cheerleaders. The rich ones. The girls every high school has that everyone was afraid of.
My name is Ariella Thompson. And what can I say? I was the leader.
We walked down the hall, my five besties following behind me. There was Carla and Darla Braden, Jodie Hoppe, Harper Farmer, and Ainsley Diemer. We made our way to our lockers which were arranged next to each other, and everyone soon went back to doing what they were doing before the most popular girls in the school walked in. My boyfriend, Noah, walked up to me from behind, sliding his arms around my waist.
"Hello Beautiful," he murmured in my ear. I smiled, butterflies in my stomach. I turned so I was facing him pulling him in for a kiss. Noah was the head of the football team, and soccer team, and baseball team, and so on. He was like addicted to sports.
The bell interrupted our kiss. "Later babe," I said, pecking his lips one last time before going to class. Every guy there was staring at me as usual, and Mr. Braden walked in, droning on and on about algebra and I was beyond bored since I secretly knew everything he was talking about. I was probably smarter than the whole nerd population in this school, but I had to pretend that I was dumb for my reputation. So, yeah. Carla and Darla were probably the least smartest kids in the school, but they only got good grades because their dad was the teacher.
When class was finally over, my best guy friend Niall walked up to me in the hallway.
"Hey, Ella. Can I have your-"
"No Niall you can not have my lunch," I said laughing. I knew Niall since kindergarten, and he has been one of my best friends ever since. He pouted, sticking his bottom lip out, begging me. You know me better than this, Niall. I never fall for the puppy face. I rolled my eyes and chuckled, going to my locker.
"Whatever. I can buy my own lunch," he said being sassy. I rolled my eyes again.
"Whatever you say, Nialler. Whatever you say."
"So. Have you met Harry? The new kid?" he asked. I put my book into my locker and got out my Spanish to English dictionary.
"Nope. Have you?"
"Yeah. He's... I don't know," he said nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. I sensed the tension in the air hanging between us.
I raised an eyebrow. "Ooh, bad sign." I leaned against my locker. "What happened?"
I saw the anger build up in his face. "He's a complete a**! He comes here and acts like he knows everything and like he owns the place!" he yelled. I grabbed his shoulders, trying to get him to calm down. Niall had a short temper, and that wasn't helping right now.
"Chillax, Niall. Just calm down, lets talk about this. He can't be that bad. I mean, do you know anything about him?" I asked him. Niall's face went blank, and I knew that he didn't. "Maybe you should get to know him better before you judge him," I said. He sighed.
"You're so good at giving advice, Ella. You're basically telling me to stalk him."
"I am not."
"Are too."
"Am not."
"Are too."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"No."
"Yes."
"HA!"
"Dammit," I mumbled. I never win a fight with Niall. Oh well.
I was zoning out in gym when I thought of something.
But will I ever meet this Harry kid?
But, more importantly, will he be like Niall said he is?
What Ariella looks like:
I walked into my school, and everyone moved to form a path for my friends and I. Lets just say they were slightly bowing. The entire hall went silent as we walked in. Even the jocks stopped throwing the football, the nerds looked up from their books, and people stopped making out to get a closer look at us.
We were, the populars. The boy magnets. The cheerleaders. The rich ones. The girls every high school has that everyone was afraid of.
My name is Ariella Thompson. And what can I say? I was the leader.
We walked down the hall, my five besties following behind me. There was Carla and Darla Braden, Jodie Hoppe, Harper Farmer, and Ainsley Diemer. We made our way to our lockers which were arranged next to each other, and everyone soon went back to doing what they were doing before the most popular girls in the school walked in. My boyfriend, Noah, walked up to me from behind, sliding his arms around my waist.
"Hello Beautiful," he murmured in my ear. I smiled, butterflies in my stomach. I turned so I was facing him pulling him in for a kiss. Noah was the head of the football team, and soccer team, and baseball team, and so on. He was like addicted to sports.
The bell interrupted our kiss. "Later babe," I said, pecking his lips one last time before going to class. Every guy there was staring at me as usual, and Mr. Braden walked in, droning on and on about algebra and I was beyond bored since I secretly knew everything he was talking about. I was probably smarter than the whole nerd population in this school, but I had to pretend that I was dumb for my reputation. So, yeah. Carla and Darla were probably the least smartest kids in the school, but they only got good grades because their dad was the teacher.
When class was finally over, my best guy friend Niall walked up to me in the hallway.
"Hey, Ella. Can I have your-"
"No Niall you can not have my lunch," I said laughing. I knew Niall since kindergarten, and he has been one of my best friends ever since. He pouted, sticking his bottom lip out, begging me. You know me better than this, Niall. I never fall for the puppy face. I rolled my eyes and chuckled, going to my locker.
"Whatever. I can buy my own lunch," he said being sassy. I rolled my eyes again.
"Whatever you say, Nialler. Whatever you say."
"So. Have you met Harry? The new kid?" he asked. I put my book into my locker and got out my Spanish to English dictionary.
"Nope. Have you?"
"Yeah. He's... I don't know," he said nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. I sensed the tension in the air hanging between us.
I raised an eyebrow. "Ooh, bad sign." I leaned against my locker. "What happened?"
I saw the anger build up in his face. "He's a complete a**! He comes here and acts like he knows everything and like he owns the place!" he yelled. I grabbed his shoulders, trying to get him to calm down. Niall had a short temper, and that wasn't helping right now.
"Chillax, Niall. Just calm down, lets talk about this. He can't be that bad. I mean, do you know anything about him?" I asked him. Niall's face went blank, and I knew that he didn't. "Maybe you should get to know him better before you judge him," I said. He sighed.
"You're so good at giving advice, Ella. You're basically telling me to stalk him."
"I am not."
"Are too."
"Am not."
"Are too."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"No."
"Yes."
"HA!"
"Dammit," I mumbled. I never win a fight with Niall. Oh well.
I was zoning out in gym when I thought of something.
But will I ever meet this Harry kid?
But, more importantly, will he be like Niall said he is?
Monday, August 5, 2013
Sunday, August 4, 2013
There's this guy name Josh that I think I have a crush on. He's my one of my friend's good friends, and I only see him about three times a year. Now is one of those times. He's been getting me really angry lately because he's threatened to tell my friend a secret that I trusted with him. I don't know what I feel towards him, but I'm really upset about it. I just feel so lonely and this blog is the only source have about my problems. I'm crying right now and I just feel so abandoned and that he hates me and I feel like its my fault and- I'm sorry. I'm just really sorry, Josh. I don't know what to do. I need some help here. You're scaring the life out of me about this secret. You always seem to make me laugh when I'm upset and I almost never see you not smiling or joking around with my friend and I. I'm not okay. I'm anything but okay.
Christina
Christina
Saturday, August 3, 2013
One In A Million Prologue
Prologue
Mermaids. We're not what you think we are. We aren't sweet, and loveable, and beautiful. We're evil, magical, betraying liars. Period.
Humans see mermaids as people who help you. You may be thinking we are helping you, but the truth is, we are leading you to your death, and you'll never see the light of day again. Ever. Us mermaids like to kill humans. We don't like humans.
Why? Well, this is what happened...
Once upon a time, in a galaxy far, far away- just kidding.
Legend says, a little girl at the age of ten discovered a mermaid with a broken tail lying on a abandoned beach. She helped the mermaid with her tail, and the mermaid told the girl not to tell anyone. And guess what the girl did? She told everyone. Nobody believed her, of course. She told her father, and he just wanted to make her feel better, so they went mermaid-fishing. Pretty stupid, huh?
They actually caught a mermaid, believe it or not. They put her into testing. Well, since not all humans are good people, word spread about mermaids. Everyone in the history of the world wasn't supposed to know about them.
"What?" you're probably asking, "But I thought Disney-" No. Don't even go there.
Mermaids. We're not what you think we are. We aren't sweet, and loveable, and beautiful. We're evil, magical, betraying liars. Period.
Humans see mermaids as people who help you. You may be thinking we are helping you, but the truth is, we are leading you to your death, and you'll never see the light of day again. Ever. Us mermaids like to kill humans. We don't like humans.
Why? Well, this is what happened...
Once upon a time, in a galaxy far, far away- just kidding.
Legend says, a little girl at the age of ten discovered a mermaid with a broken tail lying on a abandoned beach. She helped the mermaid with her tail, and the mermaid told the girl not to tell anyone. And guess what the girl did? She told everyone. Nobody believed her, of course. She told her father, and he just wanted to make her feel better, so they went mermaid-fishing. Pretty stupid, huh?
They actually caught a mermaid, believe it or not. They put her into testing. Well, since not all humans are good people, word spread about mermaids. Everyone in the history of the world wasn't supposed to know about them.
"What?" you're probably asking, "But I thought Disney-" No. Don't even go there.
HARRY STYLES IMAGINE FOR MACEY
I finished my dinner when Harry's phone rang. He was in the shower at the moment, and I bit my lip. There were no secrets between Harry and I, but it was his business who called him.
Wasn't it?
That's when I saw caller ID. It was a picture of a blond girl with Harry and they were smiling together. This girl was so much prettier than I would like for her picture to pop up on my boyfriend's phone. The name above her picture was this:
Emily Kitten <3
I stared blankly at his phone. That was my nickname from Harry. Not some girl.
Harry told me he loved me. That he cared about me. Who was Emily and what was she doing on Harry's phone? I threw the rest of my dinner in the sink in anger. He was cheating on me. Harry was cheating on me!
My breath started to become really uneven. I felt tears prick in my eyes as I slid down the wall, breaking out in tears right there on the floor. I pulled my knees to my face and cried into my hands. My heart was breaking harder and harder.
"Babe?" Harry's voice said, startling me. I looked up, getting up from the floor.
"Babe, what happened?" he asked, trying to hug me. Concern was written all over his face.
Yeah, right.
"Emily happened." At that moment everything froze. He was suddenly very angry.
"Macey you were looking at my phone?!" he yelled. Why was he yelling at me?
"There's a thing called caller ID! I should've known this would've happened sooner or later!" I yelled back, tears streaming down my face.
"What's that supposed to mean?!" he fired back defensively.
"You're one of the most famous people in the world right now! You go on world tours! You go to nightclubs and drink yourself blind! You find girls smarter and nicer and prettier and than me, and go with them behind my back! You think I don't know about this? I've seen twitter! Facebook! Instagram! Tumblr! T.V.! Magazines! I didn't believe them because I thought you loved me! I thought you cared!" I screamed. It was silent after that, besides our heavy breathing from yelling. Harry's face was unreadable. Was he surprised? Angry? I couldn't tell.
"I guess not." I choked out the last few words before the tears hit again. I grabbed my purse and walked out the door.
It was pouring rain outside, and when I realized I had locked my keys in my car, it was officially the worst day of my life.
**Four years later**
I found out I was preggers two weeks after Harry and I's fight. I was having identical twin girls, and their turning four in a few days.
You would think I named at least one of them Darcy. I didn't. I named one Arielle which means "Air spirit" in Hebrew and the other Canelle, which is French for "Cinnamon". I love my girls, I'm 28 now.
I was at the park the other day, when I realized it was the park that I met Harry at.
FLASHBACK
I was, kinda in the tree reading my favorite book. I like climbing trees, okay? Anyways, all of the sudden, the tree started shaking and I, uh, fell on him.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry! Are you okay? That must of really hurt. I'm so sorry-" I stopped talking for a second to look into his eyes and realized that he was the most attractive boys I've ever seen.
"Hi," I breathed, taking in his scent. He seemed equally as mesmerized.
"Hi," he said. All of the sudden we started laughing and I got off him, and it kinda was history from there.
END OF FLASHBACK
"Mommy?" Arielle said. I bent down and looked at her.
"Yes sweetie?"
"Where's my daddy?" she asked. I was taken aback.
"He's, um... " That's when I saw him. He was standing there, innocently, staring at my girls and I. I took off my sunglasses and stared back. He was here? But why?
"Right over there." Arielle turned in my direction and burst into a smile. She suddenly ran towards him, and Canelle, being her twin sister, did the same.
Harry was surprised at first, then hugged them with all his heart. I could tell. I slowly walked towards them.
"What's your name, girly?" he asked one of them.
"Arielle." she giggled.
"And yours?" he asked the other.
"Canelle!" she said happily. He looked at me, pulling his sunglasses down.
"What about yours?" he asked me. Puh. Lease.
"I think you already know, Styles." I said.
"Hi Macey." I sighed.
"Hi Harry." We stood in silence. Harry barely looked any different than he did four years ago. My chocolate brown hair was longer and darker and pulled up in a pony tail.
"Their mine, aren't they?" he suddenly asked. I nodded.
"I found out two weeks later after the fight." I answered him. He looked me in my blue eyes and set down my girls-no, our girls-and cupped my face with his hand, kissing me. I immediately kissed back, and he licked my bottom lip, asking for entrance. I gladly accepted, and let his tongue slide into my mouth. Our tongues danced together, and after making out some more, I decided it was the most passionate kiss we've ever shared.
"Oooooooooohhhhhhhh!!" Canelle squeaked.
"EEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWW!" Arielle screamed. We pulled back, laughing.
"I'm sorry, Macey. Breaking up with you was the worst mistake I've ever made. Please take me back. I miss you." I sighed. What was I supposed to do?
"Harry, I love you too much to say no. These girls need a daddy, and I can't do this by myself. But it doesn't mean I forgive you all at once. Piece by piece, little by little, and never hurt me like that again," I said. He smiled, kissing each of our girls on the forehead.
"I'll never hurt you again on one condition."
"Whats that?"
"If you marry me."
"I'll marry you on one condition."
"And that is?"
"If you never hurt me again."
I finished my dinner when Harry's phone rang. He was in the shower at the moment, and I bit my lip. There were no secrets between Harry and I, but it was his business who called him.
Wasn't it?
That's when I saw caller ID. It was a picture of a blond girl with Harry and they were smiling together. This girl was so much prettier than I would like for her picture to pop up on my boyfriend's phone. The name above her picture was this:
Emily Kitten <3
I stared blankly at his phone. That was my nickname from Harry. Not some girl.
Harry told me he loved me. That he cared about me. Who was Emily and what was she doing on Harry's phone? I threw the rest of my dinner in the sink in anger. He was cheating on me. Harry was cheating on me!
My breath started to become really uneven. I felt tears prick in my eyes as I slid down the wall, breaking out in tears right there on the floor. I pulled my knees to my face and cried into my hands. My heart was breaking harder and harder.
"Babe?" Harry's voice said, startling me. I looked up, getting up from the floor.
"Babe, what happened?" he asked, trying to hug me. Concern was written all over his face.
Yeah, right.
"Emily happened." At that moment everything froze. He was suddenly very angry.
"Macey you were looking at my phone?!" he yelled. Why was he yelling at me?
"There's a thing called caller ID! I should've known this would've happened sooner or later!" I yelled back, tears streaming down my face.
"What's that supposed to mean?!" he fired back defensively.
"You're one of the most famous people in the world right now! You go on world tours! You go to nightclubs and drink yourself blind! You find girls smarter and nicer and prettier and than me, and go with them behind my back! You think I don't know about this? I've seen twitter! Facebook! Instagram! Tumblr! T.V.! Magazines! I didn't believe them because I thought you loved me! I thought you cared!" I screamed. It was silent after that, besides our heavy breathing from yelling. Harry's face was unreadable. Was he surprised? Angry? I couldn't tell.
"I guess not." I choked out the last few words before the tears hit again. I grabbed my purse and walked out the door.
It was pouring rain outside, and when I realized I had locked my keys in my car, it was officially the worst day of my life.
**Four years later**
I found out I was preggers two weeks after Harry and I's fight. I was having identical twin girls, and their turning four in a few days.
You would think I named at least one of them Darcy. I didn't. I named one Arielle which means "Air spirit" in Hebrew and the other Canelle, which is French for "Cinnamon". I love my girls, I'm 28 now.
I was at the park the other day, when I realized it was the park that I met Harry at.
FLASHBACK
I was, kinda in the tree reading my favorite book. I like climbing trees, okay? Anyways, all of the sudden, the tree started shaking and I, uh, fell on him.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry! Are you okay? That must of really hurt. I'm so sorry-" I stopped talking for a second to look into his eyes and realized that he was the most attractive boys I've ever seen.
"Hi," I breathed, taking in his scent. He seemed equally as mesmerized.
"Hi," he said. All of the sudden we started laughing and I got off him, and it kinda was history from there.
END OF FLASHBACK
"Mommy?" Arielle said. I bent down and looked at her.
"Yes sweetie?"
"Where's my daddy?" she asked. I was taken aback.
"He's, um... " That's when I saw him. He was standing there, innocently, staring at my girls and I. I took off my sunglasses and stared back. He was here? But why?
"Right over there." Arielle turned in my direction and burst into a smile. She suddenly ran towards him, and Canelle, being her twin sister, did the same.
Harry was surprised at first, then hugged them with all his heart. I could tell. I slowly walked towards them.
"What's your name, girly?" he asked one of them.
"Arielle." she giggled.
"And yours?" he asked the other.
"Canelle!" she said happily. He looked at me, pulling his sunglasses down.
"What about yours?" he asked me. Puh. Lease.
"I think you already know, Styles." I said.
"Hi Macey." I sighed.
"Hi Harry." We stood in silence. Harry barely looked any different than he did four years ago. My chocolate brown hair was longer and darker and pulled up in a pony tail.
"Their mine, aren't they?" he suddenly asked. I nodded.
"I found out two weeks later after the fight." I answered him. He looked me in my blue eyes and set down my girls-no, our girls-and cupped my face with his hand, kissing me. I immediately kissed back, and he licked my bottom lip, asking for entrance. I gladly accepted, and let his tongue slide into my mouth. Our tongues danced together, and after making out some more, I decided it was the most passionate kiss we've ever shared.
"Oooooooooohhhhhhhh!!" Canelle squeaked.
"EEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWW!" Arielle screamed. We pulled back, laughing.
"I'm sorry, Macey. Breaking up with you was the worst mistake I've ever made. Please take me back. I miss you." I sighed. What was I supposed to do?
"Harry, I love you too much to say no. These girls need a daddy, and I can't do this by myself. But it doesn't mean I forgive you all at once. Piece by piece, little by little, and never hurt me like that again," I said. He smiled, kissing each of our girls on the forehead.
"I'll never hurt you again on one condition."
"Whats that?"
"If you marry me."
"I'll marry you on one condition."
"And that is?"
"If you never hurt me again."
Wednesday, July 31, 2013
I changed my wallpaper!! Yay!! Soz if you liked the other one, but I was getting SOOOO sick of it. Since I'm moving to New York, my old house had a gas stove with any memories(Like the time I nearly light the entire room on fire by trying to make grits, how my stepdad nearly set the whole HOUSE on fire cause he forgot to turn off the burner, etc) and I wanted to have a little piece of my old house that I loved so much and I didn't want to forget all the times we had. My gas stove was my best friend :) Jeez I'm gonna start crying ;( This is the saddest thing I've ever posted
Cousin
My cousin is Macey Willington you guys should go and check out her page called Life With Me Macey. It is really good and she is about to post a new blog post. Bye!
Tuesday, July 30, 2013
I Hate The Way I Love You Chapter 2
Chapter 2
"Wow. You really know how to move." A voice behind me said. I turned around to see a boy with platinum-blond hair that looked my age. I did a bridge.
"Thanks," I said, upside down. I walked over to him on my hands and stood back up the right way once I was in front of him.
"I'm Haley," I said, doing two backhand springs in a row.
"I know. I'm Draco," he said. I did a handstand.
"So, Draco. Are you going to tell me why you're down here at this hour or are you just going to stare at my flexibility?" He blushed. It was cute.
"Well, I, couldn't sleep on the first night here because its a different bed, so I decided to come down here and I saw you." I did a split. "So, Haley, what are you doing down here at this hour?"
"Same answer as yours. I couldn't sleep, I was bored out of my mind so I just came down here," I said. He sat on the couch. I did a back walkover, and I was tired of doing gymnastics after that, so I sat back down on the loveseat.
Draco was pretty cool. He had so much in common with me it was like he was my long lost brother or something. But something about him just made me feel so... happy. I was just so happy around him, for no particular reason. Well, no reason that I knew yet.
.:*:.:*:.:*:.:*:.:*:.
I went to bed around five in the morning. I was just really happy after that, but not hyper. Just happy. I felt like I could do anything.
I got two hours of sleep. Its not that bad, I usually don't get any sleep back home.
Once I woke up at 7:20, and since classes start at 9:00, I took a shower and washed my hair with my strawberry-scented shampoo and conditioned my hair until it was as smooth as a river. I got out of the shower and put on my Slytherin robes. It was now 8:00, and everybody seemed to be getting up. I put on my white flats and my green backpack with everything I needed in it. I put my hair up in a ponytail and walked downstairs. I went into the Great Hall and hardly anybody was there. But my brother was.
I walked over to him and sat across from him at the Gryffindor table. "Hey," I said. He looked at me from his plate.
"Hey." He smiled, and I smiled back.
"This is... pretty crazy, isn't it?" He nodded, agreeing.
"How'd you sleep?" I asked.
"Pretty good, you? I know you usually can't sleep in a different bed." he said.
"Yeah, I know. I got two hours, but its not the worst, right?" Then, a red headed boy appeared behind Harry.
"Um. You're, uh.. Haley, right?" he stuttered. I nodded. "What are you doing here?" Well, excuuuuuuuuuse me.
"Um, talking to my brother?" It seemed more like a question than a statement, but wasn't it obvious?
"Well, can you leave?" I raised an eyebrow. My brother may be more famous me, but people can't talk to me like that.
"I can. I just choose not to," I said cheekily. Harry chuckled. The redhead rolled his eyes.
"No wonder you're in Slytherin," I heard him mutter. I sighed.
"You know what, Red? Fine. I'll leave. Clearly, I'm not welcome here," I said standing up. "I'll talk to you later Harry." I got up and walked out of the Great Hall.
"Wow. You really know how to move." A voice behind me said. I turned around to see a boy with platinum-blond hair that looked my age. I did a bridge.
"Thanks," I said, upside down. I walked over to him on my hands and stood back up the right way once I was in front of him.
"I'm Haley," I said, doing two backhand springs in a row.
"I know. I'm Draco," he said. I did a handstand.
"So, Draco. Are you going to tell me why you're down here at this hour or are you just going to stare at my flexibility?" He blushed. It was cute.
"Well, I, couldn't sleep on the first night here because its a different bed, so I decided to come down here and I saw you." I did a split. "So, Haley, what are you doing down here at this hour?"
"Same answer as yours. I couldn't sleep, I was bored out of my mind so I just came down here," I said. He sat on the couch. I did a back walkover, and I was tired of doing gymnastics after that, so I sat back down on the loveseat.
Draco was pretty cool. He had so much in common with me it was like he was my long lost brother or something. But something about him just made me feel so... happy. I was just so happy around him, for no particular reason. Well, no reason that I knew yet.
.:*:.:*:.:*:.:*:.:*:.
I went to bed around five in the morning. I was just really happy after that, but not hyper. Just happy. I felt like I could do anything.
I got two hours of sleep. Its not that bad, I usually don't get any sleep back home.
Once I woke up at 7:20, and since classes start at 9:00, I took a shower and washed my hair with my strawberry-scented shampoo and conditioned my hair until it was as smooth as a river. I got out of the shower and put on my Slytherin robes. It was now 8:00, and everybody seemed to be getting up. I put on my white flats and my green backpack with everything I needed in it. I put my hair up in a ponytail and walked downstairs. I went into the Great Hall and hardly anybody was there. But my brother was.
I walked over to him and sat across from him at the Gryffindor table. "Hey," I said. He looked at me from his plate.
"Hey." He smiled, and I smiled back.
"This is... pretty crazy, isn't it?" He nodded, agreeing.
"How'd you sleep?" I asked.
"Pretty good, you? I know you usually can't sleep in a different bed." he said.
"Yeah, I know. I got two hours, but its not the worst, right?" Then, a red headed boy appeared behind Harry.
"Um. You're, uh.. Haley, right?" he stuttered. I nodded. "What are you doing here?" Well, excuuuuuuuuuse me.
"Um, talking to my brother?" It seemed more like a question than a statement, but wasn't it obvious?
"Well, can you leave?" I raised an eyebrow. My brother may be more famous me, but people can't talk to me like that.
"I can. I just choose not to," I said cheekily. Harry chuckled. The redhead rolled his eyes.
"No wonder you're in Slytherin," I heard him mutter. I sighed.
"You know what, Red? Fine. I'll leave. Clearly, I'm not welcome here," I said standing up. "I'll talk to you later Harry." I got up and walked out of the Great Hall.
Monday, July 29, 2013
I Hate The Way I Love You Chapter 1
Name: Haley True Potter
House: (you'll see)
Blood: Pureblood
Parents: Lily Potter and James Potter
Siblings: Harry Potter
Personality: Funny and really kind. Has a good temper and is patient. She can be a hard to handle sometimes because of her insecurity and shyness. She loves to laugh and inspire. Many people look up to her and see her as someone who is going to get somewhere. Has a dream of being a singer, but she never tells anyone because she doesn't want to be judged. She's the type of person everybody loves. It's hard not to love her, but she has many secrets. She hates seeing people fight or people cry. When someone cries, she cries too. Haley also has a soft spot for animals.
Appearance: Soft blond hair and nobody knows why its blond, stone grey eyes that aren't her mothers or her fathers, their just hers, like the hair. She doesn't think of herself as pretty or beautiful, even though she really is. Has a scar on her left shoulder.
Love interest: Draco Malfoy (duh duh duh duuuuuuuuhhhhhhh)
Picture:
Chapter 1
"Potter, Haley," Professor McGonagal said. My name echoed across the halls; there was no sound. No one moved. No one spoke. No one even breathed. I felt like a freak or someone from another planet. Every pair of eyes in the Great Hall was on me.
The professor placed the hat on my head stiffly. I gripped the edges of the wooden stool until I realized my knuckles had turned white.
"I knew I would be getting you soon, Miss Potter," the hat said. I bit my lip.
Still feeling like a freak.
"Well, if it helps, we're all freaks in some way," the hat whispered quietly so nobody could hear but me. I guess that did help. "Hm. She's a tough one. A strong mind, I see, and bravery. Yes, lots of it. And I see pride... you're cunning, yes, very cunning... But where to put you? Hm... Has to be... SLYTHERIN!!!" the hat yelled. The Slytherin table burst in applause, and everybody there stood up, clapping and cheering. I walked over to the table cautiously, because the people I met on the train didn't seem to like this house. What was wrong with me?
I sat down next to a girl with dark blond hair and hazel eyes. She smiled at me, and I gave her a small smile back.
"Hi. I'm Jennie Presley," she said, shaking my hand.
"Haley."
"You're in first year?" she asked. I nodded. She said she was too. This was a fairly nice girl.
Harry was next. He almost got sorted into Slytherin, and I flipped out when he got Gryffindor. Flipped. Out.
I caught his eye right before he sat at the table. His eyes said everything. Everything. He was surprised. And scared. And confused. And upset. And I felt the same way.
.:*:.:*:.:*:.:*:.:*:.
I shared a room with Jennie, Rebecca Laurence, and Abby Smith. They were very nice girls from what I heard about Slytherins. But, then again, they're the only people in Slytherin that I've really talked to.
I was lying on my bed in my dorm. I stared blankly at the dark ceiling. I checked my watch, it was 12:30. I tried sleeping, but I wasn't used to this bed, and everything seemed to be so complicated. I was so bored I was ready to kill myself, so I grabbed my favorite book called Romeo and Juliet and walked downstairs to the common room, getting lost a few times.
I sat down on the loveseat, and read my book until I felt like my eyes were bleeding. I check my watch again and it was almost three in the morning. I groaned, throwing the book aside and rubbing my face. I decided to do some gymnastics.
Although I lived with my cruel aunt and uncle, Dudley had a thing for me. I know. Gross. But because of that, they didn't treat me the way they treated Harry. They treated me like a daughter. The good things that happened to Harry only happened because I talked to them. Whenever something weird happened around me they would either blame it of fate, their losing their minds, or that Harry did it. But I always said I did it and stood up for him so he didn't get a punishment he didn't deserve. I took gymnastics for as long as I could remember, and I love it.
I stretched and did a back hand spring and a back walkover. Then I did a cartwheel, a 1 hand cartwheel, then a no-hand cartwheel. I guess you could say I was showing off but I was really bored and I wasn't tired. Then I did a back flip and a standing back handspring, then I did split pushups which are very hard.
"Wow. You really know how to move." A voice behind me said. I got up and turned around to see...
Hahaha! Cliffhanger! Sorry, you're probs ready to kill me. Next cha;pter will be up today! :)\
-Christina
House: (you'll see)
Blood: Pureblood
Parents: Lily Potter and James Potter
Siblings: Harry Potter
Personality: Funny and really kind. Has a good temper and is patient. She can be a hard to handle sometimes because of her insecurity and shyness. She loves to laugh and inspire. Many people look up to her and see her as someone who is going to get somewhere. Has a dream of being a singer, but she never tells anyone because she doesn't want to be judged. She's the type of person everybody loves. It's hard not to love her, but she has many secrets. She hates seeing people fight or people cry. When someone cries, she cries too. Haley also has a soft spot for animals.
Appearance: Soft blond hair and nobody knows why its blond, stone grey eyes that aren't her mothers or her fathers, their just hers, like the hair. She doesn't think of herself as pretty or beautiful, even though she really is. Has a scar on her left shoulder.
Love interest: Draco Malfoy (duh duh duh duuuuuuuuhhhhhhh)
Picture:
Chapter 1
"Potter, Haley," Professor McGonagal said. My name echoed across the halls; there was no sound. No one moved. No one spoke. No one even breathed. I felt like a freak or someone from another planet. Every pair of eyes in the Great Hall was on me.
The professor placed the hat on my head stiffly. I gripped the edges of the wooden stool until I realized my knuckles had turned white.
"I knew I would be getting you soon, Miss Potter," the hat said. I bit my lip.
Still feeling like a freak.
"Well, if it helps, we're all freaks in some way," the hat whispered quietly so nobody could hear but me. I guess that did help. "Hm. She's a tough one. A strong mind, I see, and bravery. Yes, lots of it. And I see pride... you're cunning, yes, very cunning... But where to put you? Hm... Has to be... SLYTHERIN!!!" the hat yelled. The Slytherin table burst in applause, and everybody there stood up, clapping and cheering. I walked over to the table cautiously, because the people I met on the train didn't seem to like this house. What was wrong with me?
I sat down next to a girl with dark blond hair and hazel eyes. She smiled at me, and I gave her a small smile back.
"Hi. I'm Jennie Presley," she said, shaking my hand.
"Haley."
"You're in first year?" she asked. I nodded. She said she was too. This was a fairly nice girl.
Harry was next. He almost got sorted into Slytherin, and I flipped out when he got Gryffindor. Flipped. Out.
I caught his eye right before he sat at the table. His eyes said everything. Everything. He was surprised. And scared. And confused. And upset. And I felt the same way.
.:*:.:*:.:*:.:*:.:*:.
I shared a room with Jennie, Rebecca Laurence, and Abby Smith. They were very nice girls from what I heard about Slytherins. But, then again, they're the only people in Slytherin that I've really talked to.
I was lying on my bed in my dorm. I stared blankly at the dark ceiling. I checked my watch, it was 12:30. I tried sleeping, but I wasn't used to this bed, and everything seemed to be so complicated. I was so bored I was ready to kill myself, so I grabbed my favorite book called Romeo and Juliet and walked downstairs to the common room, getting lost a few times.
I sat down on the loveseat, and read my book until I felt like my eyes were bleeding. I check my watch again and it was almost three in the morning. I groaned, throwing the book aside and rubbing my face. I decided to do some gymnastics.
Although I lived with my cruel aunt and uncle, Dudley had a thing for me. I know. Gross. But because of that, they didn't treat me the way they treated Harry. They treated me like a daughter. The good things that happened to Harry only happened because I talked to them. Whenever something weird happened around me they would either blame it of fate, their losing their minds, or that Harry did it. But I always said I did it and stood up for him so he didn't get a punishment he didn't deserve. I took gymnastics for as long as I could remember, and I love it.
I stretched and did a back hand spring and a back walkover. Then I did a cartwheel, a 1 hand cartwheel, then a no-hand cartwheel. I guess you could say I was showing off but I was really bored and I wasn't tired. Then I did a back flip and a standing back handspring, then I did split pushups which are very hard.
"Wow. You really know how to move." A voice behind me said. I got up and turned around to see...
Hahaha! Cliffhanger! Sorry, you're probs ready to kill me. Next cha;pter will be up today! :)\
-Christina
Tuesday, July 16, 2013
Friday, June 21, 2013
Wedding
HEY HEY HEY!! Summer solstice! Longest day of the year! My mom's getting married today to my stepdad, Austin (he's a pretty cool dude, btw)
Anyways, wish us luck! Oh my gosh, we have a HUGEEE family, its going to be SO crowded. Whatever, I'm going to be singing and playing me ukulele to a song I wrote called Mine. I'm going to be playing it when my mom walks down the aisle. It's going to be so much FUNNN!! There is gonna be so much FOOD :) Have a nice June 21st 2013, everybody!! <3
Anyways, wish us luck! Oh my gosh, we have a HUGEEE family, its going to be SO crowded. Whatever, I'm going to be singing and playing me ukulele to a song I wrote called Mine. I'm going to be playing it when my mom walks down the aisle. It's going to be so much FUNNN!! There is gonna be so much FOOD :) Have a nice June 21st 2013, everybody!! <3
Tuesday, June 18, 2013
Louis Tomlinson Imagine
Louis passed me in the hallways, not even taking a second of his day to look at me. I knew he hated me, I knew it with everything I had. He ignored me so much it was almost like a reflex, and when he wasn't ignoring me, he was insulting me. I turned and looked at his broad shoulders, swaying back and forth casually. I felt my eyes fill with tears as I slid down my locker, head in my hands.
To be honest, my love life wasn't all that bad, if you don't include Louis. I've been cheated on only twice, but I got over it in a month max. Jocks always whistled at me, I was a cheerleader, but sometimes it got annoying. Whatever, I have never really been in love with anyone else but Louis. Sad, right?
I sobbed into my hands. Why did he have to treat me like this? Why was I in love with him so much? Why can't I just stop? It would be much less painful if you just cut my heart out of my chest.
"Hey, Courtney? What's wrong?" My best friend, Olivia, rushed over to my side, sitting down next to me.
"What did I do for him to hate me so much? It's so painful, Livvy," I cried. Olivia was the only one who knew about my love for Louis. She sighed, putting her arm around me and rubbing circles in my back.
"He's such an idiot, Courtney. You shouldn't cry over him," she comforted me. I continued to sob into my hands.
"I wish he would just - I don't know. I just don't know anymore." I sobbed. She sighed again, wiping away my tears.
"I'm gonna go talk to him," she said angrily, and before I could stop her, she got up and ran after Louis. I was suddenly wide awake, and I ran after her, hoping she wouldn't do this. I couldn't have Louis finding out what I felt. It was pointless; he would never in a million years feel the same. It wasn't worth embarrassing myself.
"Louis Tomlinson!!" Livvy yelled. He turned in confusion and saw her storming angrily towards him.
"Yes??" he said obnoxiously. I ran up behind Olivia, covering her mouth with my hand as fast as I could. I jumped in front of her and gave Louis a nervous smile.
"Nothing, nothing... um, go back to uh..." I stuttered stupidly. He coldly laughed.
"Ignoring you?" he answered me, snarling, "Gladly." And he turned and waltzed away like he owned the world. It was so hoottttt.
"What the hell, Olivia!!" I screamed at her as soon as it looked like Louis was out of earshot. "What were you going to tell him?!"
"To stop being mean to you! Or, something similar to that, I guess..." her voice trailed off, then she looked me in the eyes and continued. "Look, he means everything to you. He, like, completes you or whatever. But, Courtney, you don't mean anything to him!! I hate to say it, but you've been fighting the truth for this long, and it's not healthy-"
"You know whats not healthy?! This entire situation! I'm in love with him Olivia! I can't help that, okay?! I've tried everything to get him to notice me for five years, I've cried myself to sleep every single night because I know, I know I mean nothing to him, I know it with everything I have and I don't know what I possibly did for him to hate me! He is my everything, okay? I admit it! But guess what? I'm nothing to him! And obviously, that's old news! Thats not healthy!" Tears were streaming down my face as I turned around in anger and sadness, bumping into the person I least wanted to see right now.
"No," I kept muttering.
"Did - did you really - mean that?!" Louis stuttered. This was the first time I heard him stutter. He always acted to confident, so carefree, all the time. Well, except now.
OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH HE JUST HEARD ALL THAT NO NO NO NO NO!!!
"Um... uh... you see... Oh, this is hopeless. You hate me, you heard all that, call me an idiot. Yes I did mean that, I've meant it for five years. Happy now, Louis?" I sighed, turning and walking away from him, trying my best not to cry my eyes out.
"Wait, Courtney!" I heard him yell after me. I didn't turn, but I felt him force me to. I opened my eyes to see his face, concern written all over it.
For a second, I thought I felt another pair of lips on mine. My eyes went wide, and I focused on what was happening to me.
Louis.
Tomlinson.
Is.
Kissing.
Me.
I immediately kissed back. He pulled away after a few seconds.
"I love you too. I always have. I didn't know how to express my feelings, so I was mean to you, and I'm sorry. Please forgive me, Courtney." He whispered. I was shocked.
"I forgive you." I whispered. He took me in his arms, and I dug my head into the crook of his warm neck.
"Will you be my girlfriend, Courtney?" He whispered. I smiled, then happily agreed.
To be honest, my love life wasn't all that bad, if you don't include Louis. I've been cheated on only twice, but I got over it in a month max. Jocks always whistled at me, I was a cheerleader, but sometimes it got annoying. Whatever, I have never really been in love with anyone else but Louis. Sad, right?
I sobbed into my hands. Why did he have to treat me like this? Why was I in love with him so much? Why can't I just stop? It would be much less painful if you just cut my heart out of my chest.
"Hey, Courtney? What's wrong?" My best friend, Olivia, rushed over to my side, sitting down next to me.
"What did I do for him to hate me so much? It's so painful, Livvy," I cried. Olivia was the only one who knew about my love for Louis. She sighed, putting her arm around me and rubbing circles in my back.
"He's such an idiot, Courtney. You shouldn't cry over him," she comforted me. I continued to sob into my hands.
"I wish he would just - I don't know. I just don't know anymore." I sobbed. She sighed again, wiping away my tears.
"I'm gonna go talk to him," she said angrily, and before I could stop her, she got up and ran after Louis. I was suddenly wide awake, and I ran after her, hoping she wouldn't do this. I couldn't have Louis finding out what I felt. It was pointless; he would never in a million years feel the same. It wasn't worth embarrassing myself.
"Louis Tomlinson!!" Livvy yelled. He turned in confusion and saw her storming angrily towards him.
"Yes??" he said obnoxiously. I ran up behind Olivia, covering her mouth with my hand as fast as I could. I jumped in front of her and gave Louis a nervous smile.
"Nothing, nothing... um, go back to uh..." I stuttered stupidly. He coldly laughed.
"Ignoring you?" he answered me, snarling, "Gladly." And he turned and waltzed away like he owned the world. It was so hoottttt.
"What the hell, Olivia!!" I screamed at her as soon as it looked like Louis was out of earshot. "What were you going to tell him?!"
"To stop being mean to you! Or, something similar to that, I guess..." her voice trailed off, then she looked me in the eyes and continued. "Look, he means everything to you. He, like, completes you or whatever. But, Courtney, you don't mean anything to him!! I hate to say it, but you've been fighting the truth for this long, and it's not healthy-"
"You know whats not healthy?! This entire situation! I'm in love with him Olivia! I can't help that, okay?! I've tried everything to get him to notice me for five years, I've cried myself to sleep every single night because I know, I know I mean nothing to him, I know it with everything I have and I don't know what I possibly did for him to hate me! He is my everything, okay? I admit it! But guess what? I'm nothing to him! And obviously, that's old news! Thats not healthy!" Tears were streaming down my face as I turned around in anger and sadness, bumping into the person I least wanted to see right now.
"No," I kept muttering.
"Did - did you really - mean that?!" Louis stuttered. This was the first time I heard him stutter. He always acted to confident, so carefree, all the time. Well, except now.
OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH HE JUST HEARD ALL THAT NO NO NO NO NO!!!
"Um... uh... you see... Oh, this is hopeless. You hate me, you heard all that, call me an idiot. Yes I did mean that, I've meant it for five years. Happy now, Louis?" I sighed, turning and walking away from him, trying my best not to cry my eyes out.
"Wait, Courtney!" I heard him yell after me. I didn't turn, but I felt him force me to. I opened my eyes to see his face, concern written all over it.
For a second, I thought I felt another pair of lips on mine. My eyes went wide, and I focused on what was happening to me.
Louis.
Tomlinson.
Is.
Kissing.
Me.
I immediately kissed back. He pulled away after a few seconds.
"I love you too. I always have. I didn't know how to express my feelings, so I was mean to you, and I'm sorry. Please forgive me, Courtney." He whispered. I was shocked.
"I forgive you." I whispered. He took me in his arms, and I dug my head into the crook of his warm neck.
"Will you be my girlfriend, Courtney?" He whispered. I smiled, then happily agreed.
Thursday, June 13, 2013
HEEEEYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!! WAZZZ UPPPPPP ITS MY BDAY!!! JUNE 13th, I'm so happy, but mummy won't let me open any presents till after dinner. Big bummer.
Whatevs, I'm so happy!! :) I'm having the best day!! Tomorrow is the last day of school! I'm so excited, I can't wait for summer. Do me a favor and don't stop following, even if I haven't posted in a while. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!!!!!!
-CHRISTIE!! >3!
Whatevs, I'm so happy!! :) I'm having the best day!! Tomorrow is the last day of school! I'm so excited, I can't wait for summer. Do me a favor and don't stop following, even if I haven't posted in a while. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!!!!!!
-CHRISTIE!! >3!
Sunday, June 9, 2013
Tell me something. Is there a person in your life that you think hates you, but it's really not all that clear? Is there a person in your life that is mean to you, then nice, then ignores you for a while, then is nice again? If there is, would it be wrong to have a crush on this person? Tell me this. Help me. I'm scared, and I'm lonely, and I've never felt this way about a person. I try to tell myself that he isn't my biggest problem. My mom is starting a new job, I'm moving across the country in July, I have to get really good at this piano piece in just a weeks for camp and I haven't even started yet, and I have one friend(WHO IS LIKE THE BEST FRIEND EVER IN THE HISTORY OF BEST FRIENDS OOPS CAPS LOck). Is he my biggest problem? I feel like I'll never see him again. And it will be a burden, because every time I'm around him, I just freak out and act like a complete loser. HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME!!!!!
Thursday, June 6, 2013
I know there are some people out there who are bullied, or cut themselves, or their parents fight all the time, or have no friends, or feel alone, or all. I know there are some people out there who feel like nobody cares about them. But guess what; I DO. You are beautiful no matter what, and you shouldn't let any bitch stand in the way of that. If you are feeling alone and depressed, send me a message. Because I care, and I want to help you. I really do. I've been through all of it, and I know. It sucks. It's hell. But life goes on, an you have so much to live for. Being upset and depressed sucks. Put your hand on the left side of your chest. Feel that? It's called PURPOSE. You're here for a reason. Don't forget that >3
Monday, May 27, 2013
Harry Styles Imagine for Kelsey: Fall For You
Okay, lets pretend that Taylor and Harry never broke up. They stayed together until she was 30 and he was 26. Thank you!!
I couldn't find a (Kelsey now) picture, so just pretend that its this girl but a little bit older. Thank you!! >3
Six years ago...
"Look, Kelsey. I can't do this anymore. I can't lie to you anymore!!" Harry said angrily. I felt my heart stop.
"Harry, what the hell are you talking about?" I questioned him, confused.
"I'm cheating on you with Taylor Swift." He choked out. I felt a tear run down my cheek and I shook my head in disbelief.
"No..." I whispered. He looked out the window. "Tell me that you're not serious, Harry." He sighed in frustration. I covered my face with my hands to shield my running make up.
"I'm serious." These words built me up with anger and sadness.
"How could you do this?!" I screamed.
"I was an idiot for going after you, okay??!! You don't know how different you two are!!" he yelled. I closed my eyes and counted to ten. I wasn't going to yell anymore, it wasn't worth it.
"Look, Harry. I'm sorry I couldn't be the girl you've always wanted. So, if Taylor is that girl, then I don't want to stand in the way of it. Go to her. I hope she's worth everything that we've been through. I hope she's worth this." I said, trying to be calm but miserable tears streaming down my face. He looked at me hardly as I grabbed my suitcase, stuffed as much as I could in there, and walked out the door.
I couldn't call my best friend Liam. I didn't think he still cared about me anymore either. I didn't have anyone to call or stay with; I didn't have any friends besides the band. Everywhere I go people would hate on me or give me dirty looks. To add to my miserable day, it was pouring outside. So I just stood in the rain crying, hoping Harry would come run through his front door, kiss me, say he's sorry and that he loves me.
He never did.
Its been six years since Harry and I's fight. I can't seem to escape him.
Everywhere I look I see his wonderful smile, with all my best friends on the cover of a magazine or something. I feel a tinge of pain and sadness every time I see him. Okay, okay, not a tinge. Lets put it this way: I completely break down and start crying. But he's forgotten me. Completely forgotten me, and I don't blame him. I'm not exactly the person you would remember. I've always been a quiet, lonely girl who just fades into the background. Nobody talks to me, doesn't even bother to remember my name. I didn't even get bullied a lot, I was that shy and unnoticed. I was never popular, or did I get all the guys. I didn't have a boyfriend except Harry since my dad died when I was eighteen. It seemed hard to hang around them without thinking of him.
I met Harry when I was seventeen. It was kind of unusual how we met. I lived Nashville, Tennessee, and my dad owned a radio station. My dad invited me to come to work with him, so I did, and it turns out that One Direction was recording that day. I didn't really listen to their music very often, so I wasn't really a fan. I played guitar and piano and I sang. I was wandering around when I came across a recording room, so I checked the hallways and shut the door. I started to sing and play the piano an original song about being alone, then right in the middle of the song I heard someone sneeze. I froze, then realized I forgot to lock the door. The whole band was there, I didn't know how long they were standing there, but they heard me, and that's what mattered.
Harry asked for my number, and we dated for two whole years. I moved in with him in the beginning of the first year when my dad died. Yeah, we've gotten-cough-serious, before, but I never got pregnant, thank the lord.
After our fight I bought a house in New Jersey. My hair is a darker chocolate but still has some blond highlights to it and a few inches longer, but my eyes have stayed the same. That same unusual color you get when you mix blue and gray. I'm a little taller, but skinnier. I live alone, and I'm an author. I've written a book about Harry and I, but with different names, but same story. Same memories. It's called Faded by Kelsey Harvey, and it won two Newberry awards. I don't think it's all that great, though.
I've tried dating after Harry broke up with me, but it never worked out. None of them were like Harry. None of them had those green eyes, or that angelic voice, or that perfect, dimply smile. Oh how I loved those dimples. They would just say I was too shy and anti-social(I'm not kidding, they actually said that) and then they would just leave. They just leave. Just like Harry did.
It's been a little more than six years, now that I think of it. Last month was the anniversary of one of the worst days of my life. It's been really tough since he broke with me; well, for me, anyways. I thought he was doing perfectly fine with Taylor. That's right. Thought.
The thing that surprised me the most was because a) Harry broke up with her last month, b) right before Taylor figured out she was pregnant and c) Because he broke up with her on our six-year fight anniversary.
Did I think I was going to meet him again in person? No.
Is that why what happened on Saturday surprised me? Hell yes.
It was my birthday last Saturday. On my birthday, I always wake up before the sun rises so I could see the sun rise, so I'm walking to the park at 4:3o in the morning, trying to stay awake. When I was walking there I decided to be an idiot and just to close my eyes for a second and keep walking, because there was no one to run into since it was 4:30 am.
No one to run into? Pfft. Bullshit.
"Woah!! Oh my birthday cake I'm so sorry!!" I gushed. I always said Oh my birthday cake when something like this happens, and its ironic, because it's my birthday.
"No, Its my fault-" the voice stopped me dead in my tracks. I knew that voice. That voice I haven't heard in six years. "Wait-Kels?" I looked at him, and even in the dark, I could see those green eyes that gives me butterflies every time I look into them. The bright sun started to rise above the horizon, making me see him clearer. He was taller, his shoulders were broader, but his hair and eyes were the same.
"Harry-" then he did something I was not expecting. He crashed his lips onto mine, holding my waist. I wanted to pull back, but I also didn't want to more than I wanted to. I missed it when he kissed me. I held onto his neck with both hands and he pulled me closer. An enormous spark went off in my head as our lips moved in sync. Then he pulled away.
"I miss that. I'm so sorry, Kelsey." He whispered as a tear dropped out of his eyes. I wiped it away.
"I miss it too." I whispered truthfully, a tear coming out of my eyes now.
"Please forgive me." He begged. I looked at my feet.
"I don't know, Harry. You really hurt me." I said truthfully.
"I'm so sorry though. I left you in the rain and cheated on you. I know I haven't spoken to you in six years, but I missed hearing your comforting voice. Last month, the day before I broke up with Taylor Swift, I woke up that day and realized how much I cared about you. I googled your name and I came across a book. It was called Faded by Kelsey Harvey, and at first I thought it couldn't be you. Then I remembered you telling me that you always wanted to be a writer. So I went to the bookstore down the street and bought the book, and I stayed up all night reading it. I had to clarify if it was you or not, so I looked up the book and it showed an interview of you talking about the book. You said that you wrote it about something that actually happened to you. So, Kelsey, I broke up with Taylor Swift for you, please take me back. I'm in love with you." He cried. I was shocked about what he just told me. He's in love with me? And I was in love with him... after all these years. Wait-he read it? When I was writing it I didn't think he'd end up actually reading it. When I didn't answer he started singing my favorite song, Fall For You by Secondhand Serenade.
"So hold your breath
Because tonight will be the night
That I will fall for you over again
Don't make me change my mind
Or I won't live to see another day
I swear its true
Cause a girl like you is impossible to find
You're impossible to find"
I started to cry again and pulled him into a tight hug. His voice got me every singe goddamn time. How was I supposed to reject him after he just sang to me, kissed me, broke up with his girlfriend for me, and just told me he loved me?
"I forgive you." I whispered.
"Happy Birthday, by the way." He whispered to me, pulling back. I looked him in the eyes.
"After all this time you still remembered my birthday?" I asked him, smiling and flattered.
"Actually, it was on Wikipedia." I laughed. He kissed me again as the sun rose up into the sky, and I felt like it was shining just on us. Like it rose, just for us.
BEST.
BIRTHDAY.
EVER!!!
Okay, lets pretend that Taylor and Harry never broke up. They stayed together until she was 30 and he was 26. Thank you!!
(Kelsey then)
Six years ago...
"Look, Kelsey. I can't do this anymore. I can't lie to you anymore!!" Harry said angrily. I felt my heart stop.
"Harry, what the hell are you talking about?" I questioned him, confused.
"I'm cheating on you with Taylor Swift." He choked out. I felt a tear run down my cheek and I shook my head in disbelief.
"No..." I whispered. He looked out the window. "Tell me that you're not serious, Harry." He sighed in frustration. I covered my face with my hands to shield my running make up.
"I'm serious." These words built me up with anger and sadness.
"How could you do this?!" I screamed.
"I was an idiot for going after you, okay??!! You don't know how different you two are!!" he yelled. I closed my eyes and counted to ten. I wasn't going to yell anymore, it wasn't worth it.
"Look, Harry. I'm sorry I couldn't be the girl you've always wanted. So, if Taylor is that girl, then I don't want to stand in the way of it. Go to her. I hope she's worth everything that we've been through. I hope she's worth this." I said, trying to be calm but miserable tears streaming down my face. He looked at me hardly as I grabbed my suitcase, stuffed as much as I could in there, and walked out the door.
I couldn't call my best friend Liam. I didn't think he still cared about me anymore either. I didn't have anyone to call or stay with; I didn't have any friends besides the band. Everywhere I go people would hate on me or give me dirty looks. To add to my miserable day, it was pouring outside. So I just stood in the rain crying, hoping Harry would come run through his front door, kiss me, say he's sorry and that he loves me.
He never did.
Its been six years since Harry and I's fight. I can't seem to escape him.
Everywhere I look I see his wonderful smile, with all my best friends on the cover of a magazine or something. I feel a tinge of pain and sadness every time I see him. Okay, okay, not a tinge. Lets put it this way: I completely break down and start crying. But he's forgotten me. Completely forgotten me, and I don't blame him. I'm not exactly the person you would remember. I've always been a quiet, lonely girl who just fades into the background. Nobody talks to me, doesn't even bother to remember my name. I didn't even get bullied a lot, I was that shy and unnoticed. I was never popular, or did I get all the guys. I didn't have a boyfriend except Harry since my dad died when I was eighteen. It seemed hard to hang around them without thinking of him.
I met Harry when I was seventeen. It was kind of unusual how we met. I lived Nashville, Tennessee, and my dad owned a radio station. My dad invited me to come to work with him, so I did, and it turns out that One Direction was recording that day. I didn't really listen to their music very often, so I wasn't really a fan. I played guitar and piano and I sang. I was wandering around when I came across a recording room, so I checked the hallways and shut the door. I started to sing and play the piano an original song about being alone, then right in the middle of the song I heard someone sneeze. I froze, then realized I forgot to lock the door. The whole band was there, I didn't know how long they were standing there, but they heard me, and that's what mattered.
Harry asked for my number, and we dated for two whole years. I moved in with him in the beginning of the first year when my dad died. Yeah, we've gotten-cough-serious, before, but I never got pregnant, thank the lord.
After our fight I bought a house in New Jersey. My hair is a darker chocolate but still has some blond highlights to it and a few inches longer, but my eyes have stayed the same. That same unusual color you get when you mix blue and gray. I'm a little taller, but skinnier. I live alone, and I'm an author. I've written a book about Harry and I, but with different names, but same story. Same memories. It's called Faded by Kelsey Harvey, and it won two Newberry awards. I don't think it's all that great, though.
I've tried dating after Harry broke up with me, but it never worked out. None of them were like Harry. None of them had those green eyes, or that angelic voice, or that perfect, dimply smile. Oh how I loved those dimples. They would just say I was too shy and anti-social(I'm not kidding, they actually said that) and then they would just leave. They just leave. Just like Harry did.
It's been a little more than six years, now that I think of it. Last month was the anniversary of one of the worst days of my life. It's been really tough since he broke with me; well, for me, anyways. I thought he was doing perfectly fine with Taylor. That's right. Thought.
The thing that surprised me the most was because a) Harry broke up with her last month, b) right before Taylor figured out she was pregnant and c) Because he broke up with her on our six-year fight anniversary.
Did I think I was going to meet him again in person? No.
Is that why what happened on Saturday surprised me? Hell yes.
It was my birthday last Saturday. On my birthday, I always wake up before the sun rises so I could see the sun rise, so I'm walking to the park at 4:3o in the morning, trying to stay awake. When I was walking there I decided to be an idiot and just to close my eyes for a second and keep walking, because there was no one to run into since it was 4:30 am.
No one to run into? Pfft. Bullshit.
"Woah!! Oh my birthday cake I'm so sorry!!" I gushed. I always said Oh my birthday cake when something like this happens, and its ironic, because it's my birthday.
"No, Its my fault-" the voice stopped me dead in my tracks. I knew that voice. That voice I haven't heard in six years. "Wait-Kels?" I looked at him, and even in the dark, I could see those green eyes that gives me butterflies every time I look into them. The bright sun started to rise above the horizon, making me see him clearer. He was taller, his shoulders were broader, but his hair and eyes were the same.
"Harry-" then he did something I was not expecting. He crashed his lips onto mine, holding my waist. I wanted to pull back, but I also didn't want to more than I wanted to. I missed it when he kissed me. I held onto his neck with both hands and he pulled me closer. An enormous spark went off in my head as our lips moved in sync. Then he pulled away.
"I miss that. I'm so sorry, Kelsey." He whispered as a tear dropped out of his eyes. I wiped it away.
"I miss it too." I whispered truthfully, a tear coming out of my eyes now.
"Please forgive me." He begged. I looked at my feet.
"I don't know, Harry. You really hurt me." I said truthfully.
"I'm so sorry though. I left you in the rain and cheated on you. I know I haven't spoken to you in six years, but I missed hearing your comforting voice. Last month, the day before I broke up with Taylor Swift, I woke up that day and realized how much I cared about you. I googled your name and I came across a book. It was called Faded by Kelsey Harvey, and at first I thought it couldn't be you. Then I remembered you telling me that you always wanted to be a writer. So I went to the bookstore down the street and bought the book, and I stayed up all night reading it. I had to clarify if it was you or not, so I looked up the book and it showed an interview of you talking about the book. You said that you wrote it about something that actually happened to you. So, Kelsey, I broke up with Taylor Swift for you, please take me back. I'm in love with you." He cried. I was shocked about what he just told me. He's in love with me? And I was in love with him... after all these years. Wait-he read it? When I was writing it I didn't think he'd end up actually reading it. When I didn't answer he started singing my favorite song, Fall For You by Secondhand Serenade.
"So hold your breath
Because tonight will be the night
That I will fall for you over again
Don't make me change my mind
Or I won't live to see another day
I swear its true
Cause a girl like you is impossible to find
You're impossible to find"
I started to cry again and pulled him into a tight hug. His voice got me every singe goddamn time. How was I supposed to reject him after he just sang to me, kissed me, broke up with his girlfriend for me, and just told me he loved me?
"I forgive you." I whispered.
"Happy Birthday, by the way." He whispered to me, pulling back. I looked him in the eyes.
"After all this time you still remembered my birthday?" I asked him, smiling and flattered.
"Actually, it was on Wikipedia." I laughed. He kissed me again as the sun rose up into the sky, and I felt like it was shining just on us. Like it rose, just for us.
BEST.
BIRTHDAY.
EVER!!!
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