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

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.
      

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!

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!!!!!

     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

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!!

                                                                      (Kelsey then)

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!!!

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