#never goodbye

How come I can't look Away?

It makes Me fucking Sick.

There was never goodbye, but it was the end anyways. A single feather drifts in a halo of golden tears, a prayer torn from blistered lips just a second too late. A single tear runs down the face of two men meant to be gods. A single drop of blood, taken by the tides, a stygian oath of fidelity. A single scream, dripping out of bleeding lips, one that makes armies retreat and battles cease. 

    There was never goodbye. There were screams and piercing gazes that met stormy eyes just a second too soon. (A second later he would have been dead.) There was laughter and daylight and stories of old, but there was never goodbye. There were wedding veils and white snowflakes stained crimson with blood. There were cerulean eyes and half-met glances. Sneaking away from your parents after the sun had gone down, seeing halos made of neon twirl in radiant defiance, and yet we are empty. There is never goodbye, there is only ever farewells, meant to save the spaces between us, to fill the emptiness when you are away. 

There was never goodbye, Krasivaya. There was our torn youth, taken a moment too soon. There was arranged marriages and best friends. There were tattered purples and desperate cries. Iron thrones kept cold by the permafrost of duty. Thrones are dreadfully lonely places, for those such as ourselves. 

    There is never a goodbye kiss, never a last pining glance, never one last ‘I love you”, and certainly never a spoken word. There is slaughter, and burning cities to the ground. There is war, famine, and plagues all borne down in your name. There is fire. 

    There is never goodbye, just our tragic damned farewells, cast in melted gold, and set in frozen wax. There is never goodbye, just our tragic damned farewells, meant to fill the spaces between. 

the b.l.a.m. squad was not about to send bailey off with sad faces. you already know how these ladies get down...

new music - bailey is hoping this song she’s been working on makes the album...

by Anonymously_Orphaned

Louis looks towards the stage. Harry's singing out into the audience, energy low and standing in the middle of the stage, just him and his guitar. The audience are swaying side to side, soaking up every moment and word of Harry’s, somewhat enchanted.

 That doesn't even effect Louis, not tonight. Not even when his voice is surrounding the entire arena, isolated and echoing right into Louis’ ears.

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 Punk group One Direction have the number one spot in the charts, battling with music prodigy and flower-child Harry Styles. After a PR nightmare, band member Louis Tomlinson is faced with the challenge of a lifetime, stuck in the whirlwind of celebrities and parties and poor attempts at sobriety.

Words: 11893, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: One Direction (Band)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Liam Payne, Nick Grimshaw, Bebe Rexha

Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, Niall Horan/Zayn Malik, Harry Styles/Karli Kloss, Luke Malak/Louis Tomlinson

Additional Tags: AU where One Direction exists without Harry, Bottom Louis, Top Harry, Recreational Drug Use, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Angst, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Harry's kind of a twat, Louis just needs a really long hug, Niall and Zayn are idiots in love, and Liam's just honestly trying his best