Sneak Peak of ...

“I’m Happy You’re Here.”

Niall’s breath knocked out of his lungs as he observed your figure step out of your wardrobe. He sat on your mattress, his knee bouncing, his fingertips picking at his cuticles, desperately trying to avoid staring at you, his jeans beginning to grow tighter and tighter with each miniature dress you’d slip on and show off, innocently asking his opinion on which looked better and more appropriate, although he couldn’t bear to truthfully explain that he’d wish you’d wear a smock and only let him admire you in a dress which showed off every single curve he would love to love and kiss and touch.

He couldn’t manage to take his gaze and focus off of you. He couldn’t imagine watching any other man dancing or kissing or touching you, beyond himself, in a peach dress, which hugged all of your curves in a way he couldn’t use words to properly express. His breath hitched in his throat, his thoughts travelling in a million different directions. He didn’t draw his attention back until you’d nearly shouted his name, your fingertips snapping in front of his eyes to capture his focus.

“Did I scare you or something? Should I not wear this?”

“No, no. God, no. It’s, um, you look really good,” he stutters, shoving his palm against his cock, crossing his legs uncomfortably as he manages to stare at anything in your bedroom beyond you. “I like your dress. It’s pretty.”

“Thank you,” you blush, a slight giggle leaving your lips as you step into your wardrobe, your hand clutching your chest, a heavy breath breathing in as your heartbeat slows, your cheeks burning red and your heart thumping through your thoughts. “Should I wear my nude pumps or booties?”

“Don’t remember the difference, darlin’,” he chuckles, groaning as he adjust himself on your comforter, his head laying against your pillow, his arms tucked neatly on his chest as he closes his eyes momentarily, a quiet cough drawing his attention, once more. “Pumps.”

He chuckled to himself quietly, shaking his head, his mind reminiscing to a moment in his life where he would’ve never assumed he would care so much about what his best friend would carefully wonder about his opinion – his opinion on how she looked and if she looked “good”, which colour dress should she wear for which occasion, or how a certain pair of shoes would match with an outfit. He couldn’t believe she would ever believe she didn’t look beautiful, because in his eyes, she always looked stunning – whether she was dressing in her best dress and heels, or if she sported a tank top and joggers with a pair of fuzzy socks tucked on her feet. He grinned widely, his cheeks blushing as she snapped around, her hands on her hips, her hazel eyes narrowing as she stared with a smile.

“What’s so funny?”

“Not’in! I’m surprised wit’ me’self with havin’ an actual opinion on fashion choices, like t’is. I’m not all too well in my fashion, as we can see,” he smiled, waving his hand alongst his outfit, his white tee shirt and blue jeans falling loosely off his figure.

“Niall,” you moan, rolling your eyes sarcastically, dropping your heels on your carpet, dragging your feet as you step against your bed frame, “you’re in blue jeans and a tee shirt – there is no direct style with that, like, at all.”

“Hey! I’m a boy – we don’t have a best sense of style.”

“Clearly,” you giggle, turning on your heel, shuffling towards your vanity, lifting a tube of mascara and brushing against your eyelashes swiftly, “I’ve gathered as much with our friendship over quite a few months.”

“We’ve been best friends nearly a year, now – thank you very much.”

“Wow. I am so sorry,” you dramatize, your soft words dragging each sound, his hip bumping your bursting a giggle off your lips. “Hey! I’m putting on mascara. Do you want me to permanently poke an eye out?”

“No,” he sighs playfully, winking with a smirk as he shakes his head, “because if you poked an eye out, you wouldn’t be able to admire my beautiful face ever again.”

Hi, my sweet peas.

I have an update on my progress with my newest Louis story. 

I’ve finally been able to sit and continue with writing, and I’ve had a spur of inspiration after listing to Harry’s new single (which is FREAKING AMAZING) and thinking about where I’m going with my newest stories and drabbles, and whatnot.

I have nearly 5.2K written, and I’ve not reached a turning plot line, meaning, I’m led to believe this piece will be around 10K, as quite a few of my writings have been recently.

I’m extremely excited and anxious for you all to read it, and I’ve found a few wonderful images and visuals I feel will add enormously to the story.

I am including a specific song, which is incorporated in their storyline, and I will link it in the top description for you to listen to as you are reading or if you choose to listen to it before/after.

I’ve been thinking of making a playlist of every song I listen to during my writing sessions, and linking it onto my stories, however I’m not sure if you would be interested in that, but if you are, don’t hesitate to message me and tell me.

I’d love to hear your thoughts, suggestions, ideas, questions, as always.

We are almost at 1.8K, my loves! I’m hoping to reach 2K by my graduation or graduation party (late May/early June), and it would be a lovely present or gift if we could achieve that.

No matter if we do or do not, I will always appreciate your love and support and encouragement more than anything in this entire world.

Sneak Peek!

(Truthfully, I became a bit distracted today by a few movies I was watching, and only started writing an hour ago. I am off from school tomorrow (Senior Skip Day!), so I plan on writing and working until I have to leave for work. Hopefully, I’ll finish writing tonight, and be able to edit and post tomorrow morning, but if not, it’ll be up tomorrow night, at the latest. Thank you for being so lovely and understanding!)

“Daddy!” Charlie grins, her tiny feet trotting excitedly against the tarmac, her teddy bear hanging loosely from backpack, her arms reaching upwards, her eyelashes fluttering shut as her father lifts her onto his hip, his lips pressing to her temple, a heavy breath leaving his lips as she hugs his chest. “I missed you, Daddy.”

“Missed you more, petal,” he sighs, inhaling deeply, absorbing her strawberry scented shampoo, and softly rocking her petite figure on his hip. “Have you been good, for Mummy?”

“’m never bad,” she whispers, laying her cheek on his shoulder, her eyes fluttering closed, her father’s lips pressing to her temple sweetly, her fingertips toying with his jumper as she mindlessly stares around his suite.

“Only makin’ sure,” he mumbles, smiling deeply, a grunt leaving his lips with a hit of Penelope running into his legs, her tiny hands wrapping around his waist, her twisted bun nudging into his side gently. “Why, hello there, Poppy? Were you hidin’ behind Mummy?”

“No,” she mutters, pointing towards Jaxson, Cassidy linked on his arm, Tessa bobbing closely behind, his focus turning with a call of his name, your soft, gentle voice travelling through his hallway.

His hands gently place Charlotte on the floor, his lips kissing Penelope’s head sweetly, his figure moving slightly, opening his arms, your suitcase dropping to the ground, your feet padding against the carpeted floor, your fingers squeezing your lips as you near him, your form cuddling into his, his fingertips pressed into your hips, your palms cupping his cheeks as your lips intertwine, a heavy breath leaving his lips as he holds your figure close. “I love you.”

“I love you,” you sigh peacefully, your heart beating heavily, your lips touching his cheek, before slowly moving away, smiling widely as Jax moves around his sisters, hugging his father, before manoeuvring around Tessa, chuckling as Tessa rushes into Louis, hugging him tightly, before separating, her attention turning towards Charlie and Poppy, who had begun an interesting game of Barbie.

I am attempting to become ahead in my schoolwork, in which I would be able to write during my time after school and before I head off to work.

If I continue to write as I am, now, I should be posting Thursday or Friday, with a new Louis story following closely behind.

I’m sorry for making you wait, but I am trying very hard to improve my writings and perfect each of my series, as I follow alongst with new stories. I have major plans and goals, throughout this year, and I hope you will support me and encourage me as I try to accomplish all that I wish to do.

Now, with having to make you wait longer, I’m including a snippet, for you all to read and enjoy.

All of my love, as always, Caitlin xxx

P.S. We’ve reached 1.7K followers? I’m amazed and honoured to have you all follow and love my stories, and share my passion for writing with you. I’m aiming for 2′000, near May (which is near my graduation) and I hope we can achieve another milestone soon. Thank you all so much!

Niall. Amelia.

Hey, Niall

Hey, Lia.

How are you doing?

I’m alright. Thank you.

How’s my baby sister?

She’s alright, I’d think. I’ve not left her side over the last month. I’m just trying to be here, for her. I hope I’m doing alright to help her, as selfish as that sounds.

Hey.

You’re not being selfish by any means. We know you’re trying to help and make sure she’s alright. We love you, and we appreciate everything that you’re doing for our family.

I’m grateful to be part of your family and your lives.

I love Y/N, and I promise I’m going to be supporting and loving her, through this.

I hate seeing her upset and in pain.

We all do.

She’s the baby, of all of us.

We’re so grateful that you’ve found each other.

I am very happy, with her.

We’re happy.

We know.

Mum had been looking through Dad’s desk, and she found letters addressed to all of us, including you.

Me?

Yes. Nick and Penelope are out, at the moment, so I’m not able to bring it to you, but would you like me to send you a picture?

Of course. I’m going to step into the other room. Give me a second.

Sure.

*

Dear Niall,

If you’re reading this, I’m assuming I’ve passed away without properly meeting you, and you’ve stolen my little girl’s heart.

I like you, Niall. I’ll start with this. Y/N talks about you with such a smile on her face, with such happiness, which could only mean that she loves you. Her mother and I shared the same mannerisms with each other.

She speaks highly of you. How sweet you are to her. How you’ve researched her mental health and mechanisms to help her. How caring you are. How much you love her, and she loves you. How you’re her best friend. Which are all characteristics I hoped she would find in a man she would fall in love with.

With that being said, I hope you know that that man is you.

I hope you understand, that whilst I know this is a lot to take in, I am entrusting my daughter’s heart with you. Her heart is fragile, and precious, and worthy of every ounce of love that could possibly be given, because I promise, she will love you with everything she has.

When Y/N was sixteen, she had met a boy, a boy she had thought was “the one” and a boy she thought loved her. She had explained her mental illness and he walked away, spreading rumours about her in a deplorable way, causing her to cry and remain home from college for a week and some, all of which, she had locked herself in her bedroom, refusing to believe anyone would love her, for her.

Son, I truly pray that you love her.

I know I’ve met you once, in a quick passing, but it was long enough for me to see how you looked at her. It was a gaze I could have only hoped a man would give her. After all, I look at her mother the same exact way.

Niall, you know Y/N, and you know how beautiful and warm her soul and heart are. Please, with all that you are, protect her, and always remind her that you love her. She has always loved hearing how people loved her, as pure reassurance of her accomplishments, and I know she will need it even more once I’m gone.

If you’ve read this far into my note, which I hadn’t intended to be this long, I would hope you have gotten to peer a bit more into what I’ve thought, not only about you, but how I trust you, with her.

I’m giving you my blessing to marry my baby. I would be honoured for you to marry her. She’s so in love with you, Niall. I’ve never wanted anything more than to see my little girl in love, like she is with you.

I will be with you, both, always. On your wedding day, when your first child is introduced to our family, on birthdays and anniversaries, and any important events that may occur, once I’m gone.

Please, always remind her I’m here. I will always be here.

With my highest regards and love,

Y/D/N

P.S.

If you hurt Y/N, I will haunt and torture you. I’m not afraid.

*

Wow.

I didn’t read much, because I didn’t want to pry, but I did read a small bit.

It’s true. He liked you, as well. We talked about you during dinner, one night.

Y/N couldn’t stop raving about you.

I love her. I love her so much.

Hearing what your dad thought of me, makes me extremely happy, too.

I had been a little worried about what he thought.

Don’t worry. He loved you.

Good.

Y/N is calling for me.

We’ll talk soon.

Give your mum a hug and a kiss for me.

I will. I promise.

Okay, see you soon. x

Louis: "Ugh!" you groan as Louis once again lands a swift kick to your calf. You rub the sleep out of your eyes and turn to face Louis' sleeping form. Out of frustration you shove Louis enough to wake him up, he slowly rolls over and glares at you, "What?" he mutters groggily. You return the glare and reply "You kicked me again!" He furrows his eyebrows and says "Those aren't kicks, they're just love taps." You dramatically roll your eyes as Louis begins to laugh at his own comment. "Louis, you aren't the only one who needs their beauty sleep" you chuckle. He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and replies with a wink, "You are beautiful enough already."  

Liam: Liam's loud snoring jolts you from your sleep. You open your eyes and find yourself face-to-face with his peaceful resting face. You admire him fondly until another loud snore escapes from his mouth. You sigh, sitting up and brushing the hair away from your eyes. Every night is the same, you toss and turn throughout the night hearing his persistent snoring. "Liam," you call softly, rubbing his arm to wake him up. "Wha?" he asks, his eyes bleary with sleep. "I can't take this anymore Liam, your snoring is out of control," you exclaim. Liam tugs you down and he pulls you into his chest. You snuggle into him immediately. "I'm sorry babe. I'll call the sleep specialist and see if we can get it sorted out, but for now, I have something for you." He rolls onto his other side and reaches into the night stand next to the bed, pulling out a pair of earplugs and handing them to you. You take them and shake your head with laughter, "You had these the whole time?"

Harry: "Oh Angelia that's perfect," Harry mumbles repeatedly in his sleep. Now normally you don't get worked up over what he says in sleep, but Harry has said that phrase multiple nights in a row. Angelia? Who the fuck is Angelia?! you think. You mutter the name a few times to try to remember if he ever mentioned her. Nothing is ringing a bell, but it still eats at you. You see him sleeping peacefully and a rush of anger runs through your veins causing you to punch him in the gut. "Oof!" Harry moans and sits up to meet your eyes with pain in his own. "What the hell was that for?" he spats. "Who's Angelia?" you retort, crossing your arms over your chest. Harry gives you a bewildered look and replies "Who?" "Don't give me that act, you have been saying her name in your sleep all this week!" you exclaim. "Oh…. Ummm…. Do you really want to know?" he asks. "Of course, I do!" you reply. He pulls out a little black box and says, "She is my jeweler." You are speechless.

**A/N: This was requested for an anon! “An outfit preference for a day at the airport” Hope it’s alright! xx

Niall:

Liam:

Louis:

Harry:

“Harry: “Welcome back, Harry!” You screamed as he entered the house, the first look on his face wasn’t good, he was not smiling or even looking at you, he looks at the ground. “Are you okay?” You asked but he didn’t answer and just sat down on the couch, you picked up his luggage and went upstairs to put it in his room. You don’t want to go down, you can’t stand him being so cold to you but you have to at least comfort him, right?

You went back downstairs to meet his still frowning face. “Harry-” He cut you off with a loud shout. “Can you please leave me alone?!” You never saw Harry this way before and you’re so scared, it almost bring you to tears, but you just left him and went back to your room. There, you try your best not to cry at all costs, but hey, you feel so stupid for making him mad at you, you should have known better. You sat there for hours thinking about the mistakes you’ve done until you heard a knock on your door, you didn’t answer, you know it’s him, well, it’s just the two of you. He entered the room after three knocks and looked at you with an apologetic look. “Y/N, I am so sorry.” Harry said as you looked at him and tried to smile.

“It’s fine, Harry, I know you’re tired and I shouldn’t have tried to talk to you when I knew you’re not in the mood.” You said but he shook his head and sat beside you on your bed. “I had the worst time of my life lately, it just is the worst, I’m sorry for bringing it to you, I should’ve know better. I’ll make it up to you, I promise, starting today.” He said kissing your forehead, you smiled and lean your head to his shoulder.

Louis: “That’s bullshit!” He screamed at you as you try to explain about all the rumors of you kissing a lad on a bar which is not true, it’s not you but Louis seems to lost his nuts since he’s going on tour next week. “Yeah, it’s fucking bullshit because you believe in the media when everyone knows that media doesn’t do anything good!” You screamed back at him. “Surely, but people are saying that they fucking saw you there!” He screamed even louder.

“Louis, we’ve been together for 2 years and we both know that I could never do such thing to you! I know what happened last night because we both know that I am a responsible drinker, I am more sober than a real sober in a party. That girl is not me! I fucking wore a black dress not a silver one! Check my wardrobe if you fucking want. And if you’re not going to believe in me, then-” You stopped, your emotions giving in causing you to cry so you just turn around, trying not to see his face. The room was now filled with silence that deafens you. “The stress got into me, Y/N. I’m sorry, I believe in you.” He said and you looked at him.

“You’re a fucking-” He cut you off with kissing your lips. “Douche bag.” You still continue but you hugged him tightly and start to sob even more. “I just, I hope you know I can’t do it to you, I’ll never look for someone again.” You said to him and he nodded. “I’ll just miss you and the thought you might find someone better frightens me.” He said as you cried even more but this time, it’s the delight of knowing that he cares if you leave him.

Niall: “You don’t understand anything that i’m saying.” You told Niall, explaining to him why you need to go back to your old house at Manchester and leave him alone for a week. “Course I don’t! I’m not listening, why can’t I just go with you?” He asked and you sighed. “You’ll be back in tour in two weeks Niall, I want you to relax, I just have something to settle there.” You said and he shook his head. “I can’t relax if you’re not beside me with a week.” He said and you sighed. 

“It’s a fucking family problem, Niall! You don’t want to get involved with it.” You said, your body is so tired, you’re stressed with your family problem already and you don’t want to be stressed with the fact that Niall is angry when you leave this flat. “I want to! I’m your boyfriend and I deserve to be involved with everything that you are, didn’t I told you that before?” He said and you just start to sob with all the problems over loading in your brain trying to solve them, with that, Niall stopped and looked at you, realizing what he did. He went behind you and hugged you from behind. 

“I-I’m sorry, I just want you to be beside me even if you have a problem.” He said and you just sighed and pushed the tears away. “I know, besides you’ll be here for a few weeks, I should have understand. I’m sorry, Niall. Let’s go back to my flat together tomorrow okay?” You asked and he nodded smiling.

Liam: Your boss has been hard to you today, he gave you all the work he could possibly give to you which annoyed you a lot but you can’t help but do it since it’s your work. You went home expecting to see Liam’s cute face but when you went home it’s nothing but his attitude that you hate the most, it’s when he talks like he runs the place or something. He usually does this at bad nights, at this time you’re supposed to comfort him but you also had a bad night, so it just went into an ugly argument.

“You said you’ll understand this kind of me, sometimes!” He complained and you rolled your eyes. “Today’s not that day, we both have a rough night!” You screamed at him. “What? You’re tired? Wow, that’s pretty rough compared to mine!” He said and you are so angry, you wish you could punch him in the face. “It’s a rough day, Liam! My boss is a fucking dick already, I don’t need your douche bag mode today! I’m sorry if we don’t have the same level of stress right now, but it’s fucking hard for me!” You screamed at the top of your lungs, your neighbors can probably hear what you’re saying to him but you didn’t care, you’ve had enough today, you can’t bare anything more.

Everything was quiet, you know that you two might have call this quits, if he want to why not. You don’t want to be another stress for him, you just want him to be happy and it doesn’t seem like what’s happening. “Go have a bath, i’ll cook us some food, i’ll have movies, too. I’m sorry, I love you.” He said as you looked at him with teary eyes so you kissed him as a thank you.

Zayn: “No, Stop.” You said, Zayn’s trying to fight with the douche that’s been texting you a lot lately, you don’t even know how he got your number but Zayn was furious about him. “What? No, no one’s going to just text you such words, i’ll have to trace him if I have to!” Zayn said with such fiery eyes. 

“No, Zayn, just stop babe. I can just block him and he would never contact me again.” You said, you looked at him and he looked back at you, you’re honestly scared of him right now, you never saw him so furious like this, he used to be chill kind of person but right now he’s so angry, you feel like crying with the intense air that is hovering above the two of you. You wish you never told him about this lad that is texting you, this shouldn’t have had happened but too late for regrets now.