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EXPECTATIONS
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The Bowery Presents
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"Shhh— you know what I meant. If you wanna do it together, then fine. I just don’t wanna keep on like this, not a moment longer. I’m tired of the clingy bird she is. 2015 will be our year, it has to be."
"They don't call me a cupcake for nothin', babe. -- D' you wanna do it together? I mean... it's up t' you. I'm just as sick o' her as you are, 'specially 'cause she thinks you two are really dating. 2015 will be the year o' Larry Stylinson."
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Send "Get down from there" for your muse to see mine standing on a ledge.
"Well, if I just tell em that I kinda refuse to be seen with Eleanor and pretend she’s my girlfriend anymore because I’m clearly as gay as it gets, I think it’d be better to do that much on my own."
"You think you're as gay as it gets? Management knows me, love. Think I take that title -- but, we need t' show 'em that we're not gonna take no for an answer anymore. Show 'em we're serious about our relationship and confront them together."
"— i told management that i needed to talk to them. i think i’m gonna tell them."
"Tell 'em what? Don't think y' should tell 'em anything by yourself."
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Noah wasn’t sure what was going on with Harry lately. All he knew was something was going on with him. It wasn’t so much that his boyfriend was acting differently towards him. But Harry had never been good at hiding his emotions. So of course Noah knew something was bothering him. He wanted to ask his boyfriend what was going, but he didn’t want to intrude. Noah just deiced it was best to wait for him to come to him.
Sitting down on the couch with him he looked at him. Seeing how nervous his boyfriend was, Noah moved closer to him. “You know, this sounds like the talk. The one where you go it’s not you it’s me.” Noah commented before he stopped talking. Nodding his head some as he brought the doctor. “Yeah…” Hearing the words I’m pregnant confused him. But none the less he just wrapped his arms around Harry. “That’s okay baby.” He muttered kissing the top of his head. “It’s a miracle and that’s amazing to me. I’ll be here I promise.”
When he felt Noah's arms wrap around him, Harry crumpled into him, tears stinging in his eyes. "Y-You're not mad? Or.. disgusted? I didn't know I could have a baby, I swear." He sniffled. So many emotions were swirling throughout his body, rendering him unable to simply pick one and stick with it. There was happiness over the fact that he was going to have a child, fear over what everyone else -- his family, the boys, their management team, and their fans -- would say, sorrow at the thought of losing either Noah or his singing career, and a touch of paranoia that maybe, just maybe, Noah was only saying he was going to be there to make Harry feel better.
Was he truly going to stick with him through it all? Harry wanted to believe it, but he'd only just told him, so he figured it'd take some time to figure out. "'M sorry, Noah... 'm so, so sorry." He whispered, a few stray tears falling from his eyes.
The last 2 days have been absolute shit, between family drama then having to take my mom to the hospital. UGH. But I will get to replies tomorrow, I promise. I'm so sorry.
Send me a '✉' for five times my muse didn't text yours, and one time they did
"Y' can't possibly expect me to kiss my mum with this mouth -- after what you did to it -- without cleanin' it first."
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who wears the ugly christmas sweaters
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if they have any holiday traditions
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He had been keeping it a secret for a few weeks, fearful of how his boyfriend would react. Would it scare him off? Or would he humiliate Harry to every tabloid in the world, spread the story of his freakish genetics through every country? It scared Harry, but he had to tell him. He couldn't keep it a secret forever.
Sitting down on the couch, the green-eyed man pursed his lips briefly as he thought of how to even begin the conversation. "So, uh... gotta talk t' you about somethin." He murmured. "I went t' the doctor today, 'cause I've been feeling ill lately, and.. this is gonna sound absolutely mad, but... 'm pregnant, Noah." He admitted, hands drifting down to spread across his stomach, instinctively protecting the tiny miracle within.
alright cool. I’m really tired of people acting like they’ve never made a fucking mistake a day in their life. I seriously am debating on leaving this blog and moving again.
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I want to be someone’s favorite person to talk to.
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What’s your name? Amber (I go by Amberly more often, though). When is your birthday? August 27th. Where are you from? I was born in Dublin, Ireland during a family vacation, but I was raised in Kentucky. Have a crush? Yes, he's my fiance. <3 What’s your favorite color? Red or silver. Write something in caps? I WOOOOON'T ACT MY AGE, NO I WON'T ACT MY AAAAAAGE. Got a favorite band/artist? One Direction (duh), Meghan Trainor, Maroon 5, Adam Lambert, and anything from the Glee Cast. Favorite drink? Diet Dr. Pepper, followed closely by Blackberry Merlot.
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He woke a bit, frowning. “Again?” He muttered, voice groggy. “Come here,” he said, opening his arms to encourage the boy closer. He cuddled him tightly, face buried in his hair. He was half asleep, eyes closed as he breathed in the scent of his shampoo.
"Again." Harry mumbled, wriggling as close to the older man as physically possible. Draping an arm around Zayn's waist, he nuzzled into his warm chest, the pounding of his heart relaxing him from head to toe. It was only a dream -- Zayn was right there with him, nobody was going to take him. They were going to be okay. "M' sorry I keep wakin' you up, babe. Know y' don't like it." He murmured softly, placing a soft kiss over the man's heart in apology.
".....has died." finish it in my ask.
