#personalimagines

Jay here!

I failed my exam :( so after half a week of crying and being completely paralized by the fear of not knowing what I'm gonna do with my life, I thought I'd come check on you all! We still have a bunch of requests in the ask box and we will write those imagines, I promise you.

But for now I'm still recovering from the terrible disappointment of my exam results and I don't really feel like writing for other people. (I am so sorry, I know that's so selfish, but anything I'll come up with right now is going to be so shitty you'll hate me even more!) I'm still working on Robbers, my Louis fic which I posted the links to earlier. And...

I may or may not be working on a short smutty teacher-Louis AU to help you forgive me for leaving you for so long.

I love you all and again, I'm really sorry. <3

Here it issssssss! I hope you like it! I'm sorry it's so short, I still kinda think it's not the worst one I've written so... Tell me what you think!

- Jay.

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We had woken up at six that morning, but I wasn’t tired. I was way too excited for my body to take time to wake up. We had been planning this day for months and it was finally here, our big hike in the south of France.  Louis had heard from fans that the region of Ardèche was particularly beautiful and welcoming and, for some reason, he had developed an obsession with it. He had three days off from tour and had organized a little trip for just the two of us in the mountains of Molière’s native country. Never in my life had I ever wanted to visit this particular corner of the world, but he was really happy about it and we both knew that was one place where no one would come find us. We had slept in a small tavern and were now ready to climb those green mountains. He’d planned a whole circuit. We would be walking for two days and resting the last one.

He smiled widely when I joined him in the hall before we left. I said goodbye to the owner of the tavern and grabbed my backpack, smiling back at my boyfriend and following him onto the dirt road that lead us to a sparse forest that grew on the side of the mountain. Climbing up was hard, but Louis held my hand when I struggled. He spent the entire morning telling me about the tour, what I’d missed and how the boys were doing. At noon we stopped under an enormous tree to eat the sandwiches we’d prepared. We sat on its roots and talked some more. He was relaxed, never stopped smiling, and his eyes… Well his eyes shone again and that was the best thing ever. For months I’d felt him tense. He was moody, preoccupied all the time. I hadn’t seen him so happy for so long, that I felt like my heart could burst. Gone were the days when he’d sit on the couch and grumble all day, trying to write and ending up throwing sheets of paper across the room. The Louis I’d fallen in love with was back and it felt so good… Once again he shone like the sun, and nothing had ever felt better. The afternoon went just like the morning, we kept climbing up the mountain, stopped from time to time to sit and refresh. He kept kissing me, holding my hand and looking at me like I was the most beautiful girl in the world.

I'm so sorry, it seems we've momentarily abandoned the ship. I currently still have an awful lot of work to do (for example writing a report on students' motivation when I have absolutely no motivation myself, how ironic). So I simply don't have time. But don't fret, I will be back as soon as all this BS is over. We've got a whole bunch of requests in our inbox, I'll see with Phoebe what we're going to do about them, if we decide to keep them for later or just give up for now and ask you to come back later if you still want your imagines.

I'm truly sorry, I didn't think this academic year would be so unbearable.

Love you all so much, and I wish you a happy worker's day (that's what y'all call it, right?)

            “So, are you going to ask her or not Ni?”

            “Huh?” he questioned, as if he had just woken up from a deep sleep. 

            “That girl Ashley from your biology class?  Are you going to ask her to formal or not?  You do know formal is in like two weeks,” you informed him. 

            He seemed as if he were having a battle in his head, trying to decide whether or not he should do it, “I- I don’t know.  I don’t really-“ he stuttered. 

            “I think you should just go for it.  You’re not afraid of getting rejected are you?  Cause any girl would be lucky as hell to go with you,” you kindly informed him.

            His cheeks took a shade of light pink, “I don’t know…” he mumbled.   

             Every day after school, you and Niall would walk home together.  Niall and his family moved onto the block the summer before you were going into the second grade.  He was a shy little freckled face Irish boy, while you were a loud, jumpy, rambunctious little girl. 

            “Who are you going with?” he asked, before you both turned onto your block.

            “I don’t know,” you responded.  “No one asked me yet…” you trailed off.

            “Why don’t you asked someone then?” he suggested. 

            “Because I’m a girl!  Girls aren’t supposed to go up to the guy and ask!  The guy is supposed to go up to the girl.  And anyways, it doesn’t even matter now because formal is two weeks, and if I haven’t been asked by now, I don’t think I ever will,” you rambled off.

            “Well don’t be so negative.  Maybe there’s a guy who wants to ask you, but he just hasn’t gathered up the courage to do it yet,” he suggested.  “Your birthday is coming up in three weeks, Nic.  What are we going to do this year?  We need to do something fun.  And what do you want?  Any special?” he continued. 

            “We should go to New York City for a day.  To see all the sights and stuff,” you suggested.

            Niall nodded his head in agreement, and soon enough you arrived at your house. 

            Right before turning into the walkway of your house, Niall asked, “Nic?”

            You turned around to face him.

            “If I were to ask that girl from my biology class to formal, how would I do it?”            

            You thought for a moment before saying, “something romantic and cute.”

            “Cute?” he repeated, almost looking a bit disgusted. 

            “Yes, cute!  Girls love that stuff.  If you’re going to ask a girl to formal, you have to make it cute and inventive.  That’s the rule,” you jokingly informed him.            

           That night you couldn’t stop thinking about formal, and if you were going or not.  There’s a good chance that a bunch of other girls aren’t going with a date, so you thought that maybe you would go without a date as well.  After all, it’s only formal.  It’s not like it’s prom…

           The two weeks before formal zoomed by, and before you knew it, it was just three days away.  Every girl at school was gushing over the guy who asked them, their dresses, hair, and shoes.  Hearing that pretty much every girl got asked, made you feel left out.  “When is someone going to ask me…?” you thought to yourself.

            You walked into your eighth period history class, and couldn’t help but overhear that girl Ashley from Niall’s biology class gushing about how Niall asked her to the dance.  She was a nice girl, and you were proud of Niall for finally gathering up the courage to ask her. 

           “I heard that you finally asked Ashley to formal!” you congratulated Niall on your walk home from school. 

            “Yeah…” he replied, looking incredibly shy.

            “How’d you do it?  Did you do something cute like I told you to?” you asked, wanting to know every last detail. 

            “Not really,” he laughed off.  “I just kind of asked her if she would go with me when we were doing a lab together.  I just wanted to get it over with, really.”

            “That’s nice though!  I heard her talking about it in history.  She seemed really excited,” you replied. 

            “Yeah... So has anyone asked you?” he questioned.

            “No, but I bought a dress, so I guess I’ll just go with friends,” you responded.

            “Your birthday is coming up in a few days, you excited?” he asked you, with a big smile on his face. 

            “Yes!” you replied, very excited.

            “Aw, baby Nicole is growing up!” he teased you, while ruffling your hair. 

            “Niall!” you hollered, removing his hand from your hair. 

            The night had finally arrived; tonight was formal.  You had your dress laid out on your bed, your mom assisted you in the curling of your hair, while you applied your makeup.  Your dress was absolutely perfect.  It was a beautiful shade of pale pink, the end was cut above the knee, mid thigh, and flowed outward.  The top of the dress was cut with short sleeves, and the back was cut in the shape of a heart.  On your feet you wore a pair of white heels that matched your white clutch purse. 

            Just as you were putting the finishing touches on your makeup and hair, the doorbell rang.  “I’ll get it sweetheart,” your mom said before she headed down the stairs to the front door. 

            “Nicole? Sweetheart? You have a visitor,” your mom hollered up the stairs. 

            You tried to think who it could have been at the door, but you couldn’t think of anybody.  You and your friends agreed that you would all meet at the dance.  So you quickly slipped on your dress and shoes, grabbed your clutch, and made your way down the stairs.  You were surprised to see Niall in the doorway.  He was dressed in a navy blue tux, his bleached blonde locks were combed into a quiff.  In his right hand, he held small plastic box.  Inside contained a delicate white corsage.  And in his left hand was a book, with a ribbon tied around it. 

            When you reached the bottom of the stairs to greet Niall, he hugged you hello, and complimented on how “beautiful” you looked.  You felt your cheeks blush as you shyly stared down at the floor. 

            “Before you head off to the dance, I wanted to give you something,” he said, handing you the book.

            You took a seat down on the couch in your living room.  Niall took a seat right next to you and said, “it’s just an early birthday present…”  

            You removed the ribbon and opened the book.  “Is this a scrapbook of our friendship, Ni?” you asked. 

            He nodded his head “yes”, and gestured for you to read through the book’s contents.  On the first page there was a picture of the two of you in your front yard.  You had to be at least seven or eight years old.  The picture must have been taken soon after Niall moved into the neighborhood.  Underneath the photo, the caption read, “Baby Niall moves onto Baby Nicole’s street”.  A smile spread from ear to ear as you read the caption. 

            You then turned the page to see a picture of you and Niall, graduating from grammar school.  The caption read, “Baby Niall and Baby Nicole aren’t so little anymore when they graduate from grammar school!”

            After a few more page turns, and adorable captions, you came to the end of the scrapbook.  On the page there was a picture of Niall smiling.  The caption below it read, “Niall hopes that Beautiful Nicole goes to formal with him!”  After reading the caption, you glanced over at Niall.  He then got up from the couch, opened the box that contained the corsage, and proceeded to place it onto your wrist. 

            “What about Ashley?” you asked.

            “I told her that I had a beautiful friend of mine to take to the dance.  She understood,” he replied. 

            You couldn’t help but smile after you heard his adorable reply.

            “Was this cute enough?”he asked. 

            You nodded your head in agreement, with a smile on your face.  “It most certainly was cute enough Niallers…”

I hope you like it, I'm sorry it's quite short, I don't really have much time now, my terrible exams are next thursday and friday, and I'm getting really really stressed out.

- Jay.

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  It was 9 am when he walked into the room in his black sweatpants, the ones he wore to bed in the winter. Outside the thick mist made it impossible to even make out the neighbor’s house through the window. The rest of the house was almost as cold as the street, but the bedroom was a comfortable cocoon of warmth and love.  Silent. Peaceful. He carried a tray with a teapot, hot chocolate, croissants, and a white rose.

“Let’s stay in bed all day...” she said sleepily, rubbing her eyes and sitting up in the king sized bed.

“That was the plan.” He said with a cheeky grin as he sat next to her with the tray on his lap.

Those were his favorite moments. Not yet adjusted to the time difference, his head still full of memories from tour, he had gotten to sleep in his own bed, with the woman he loved, had woken up early and prepared breakfast. Now, he was going to spend the entire day with her. The house phone was disconnected, both their cells were turned off, and everyone knew they were not to be disturbed. This was their first Sunday, their special moment. When they finished their breakfast, they cuddled for a while. When he was on tour, they skyped each other almost every day, but they still had so many stories to tell now that he was back. She told him about the neighbors. How upset Mrs Miller was, now that her son had moved out, and the fact that Mr Jenkins had gotten his knee replaced and was so happy at the thought of being able to garden again soon. He just could not wait for the spring. Harry couldn’t stop smiling.

When noon came, they ordered pizza, and by the time the delivery guy arrived they had both grabbed a guitar. What started as a jamming session quickly turned into a writing session. They threw words in the air, words of love mostly, declaring how madly in love they were with one another and turning it into a poem which became a song with the guitars.

Voilà! I really hope you like it, please tell me what you think of it!

- Jay.

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London had been boiling for the past two days and everyone was a little bit on edge. No one here was used to such heat and as the thermometer kept going up, people started getting crazier and crazier in town. Piccadilly had become an actual circus and I couldn’t really stand it anymore. So I decided to head to a much calmer place. Hampstead wouldn’t be so crowded since it was so far away from the city center and not so much a touristic attraction. I’d grab a cool smoothie and go to Keats house, sit in the garden and read a little. I sat in the tube for a good half an hour, thinking I was going to melt to death, and when I finally emerged I thanked the gods of transportation for letting me out alive. As I left the station, I went straight down to Starbucks and got myself a strawberry and lime smoothie. I wasn’t too sure which way to go after that to get to Keats House, so when I walked out, I took my phone out of my pocket to quickly check the map. But googling the location of a romantic poet’s house and walking clearly don’t match, and as I was about to get my answer I violently bumped into someone, getting three quarters of my drink spilled on my shirt. I yelled because it was so cold, and my shirt was destroyed. But as the surprise faded away, I realized he was yelling as well!

  “Couldn’t you be a bit more careful, really?! Look at that! There’s… What even IS that fucking pink liquid all over my shoes?! MY TOES ARE FREEZING!”

  His blue eyes were shooting lightning bolts and for a second I was unable to move. I just stood there, staring at him with frozen boobs and my mouth wide open. He was still rambling about how he loved those shoes, and he had no time to go back home and change, and really this day was just shit from the beginning, and then he looked at me and everything stopped. We admired each other’s face in silence for a good twenty seconds before I finally stuttered out a timid “I… I’m sorry.” He chuckled and shook his head before raising his hand and running his fingers through his long hair. “No, it’s…  It’s nothing, really, I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that, after all I spilled your drink. Here, let me buy you another one, okay?”

Here you go. I used David Bonk's song as an inspiration to write this, because he is my inspiration in life, I hope that's okay for you. Please tell me what you think...

- Jay.

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It was rather late when she found herself standing in the middle of the studio, staring at her reflection in the mirror on the wall. It was dark outside, and standing alone in the empty silent room, she could hear the wind blowing ragingly on the other side of the large windows. Everyone had left after the last class she had taught. She was supposed to shut the building and her boyfriend Harry would pick her up and take her home. But she didn’t expect him for another twenty minutes, and the hardwood floor seemed to be calling her. She took off her jacket and turned the radio on, slipping a CD inside. David Bonk’s Is started playing. She walked to the middle of the room, closed her eyes and breathed in deeply, taking in the piano notes surrounding her. She could almost feel the music caressing her skin, her palms, her shoulders, flowing inside of her with the air she inhaled, gliding down her throat and into her stomach. She shivered and it was as if some invisible force was pushing her. Her entire body started moving along with the music, she floated around the room, she was everywhere at once, and she shone… so bright. But her face was a frowning misery. Every step was pure pain. Every movement felt like a stab wound cracking open, and as she battled to push her limits and keep dancing no matter what, she did not hear the door to the studio opening slowly, and Harry walking in, silently admiring her heartbreaking performance.

  He knew that dancing had become extremely painful for her ever since that stupid foot surgery she’d had and from which she had never completely recovered. But he also knew that dancing had always been her passion, the only crutch she had ever accepted to keep her going. Dancing was her life, her dream, her vocation, and no one, nothing could take that away from her. Not even the thumping pain in her foot. But when she fell to the ground with a moan of pain, crying her heart out, he jumped close to her and held her tight, slowly rocking her body and murmuring soothing words.

  “It’s no use, Harry. I’m no use. How can I teach these kids how to dance if I can’t even dance myself? This is the worst thing that’s ever happened to me. You don’t understand, I’m… I’m nothing if I can’t dance…”

  She sobbed against his shoulder and he hated himself for not being able to comfort her better. Because, she was right. He did not understand. He never would. How could he? But he did love her, with all his heart. And that… THAT was something he had for her. That was what he could give her, wrap her in and cradle her, make her safe, mend the wounds of her soul.

  “I love you.” he whispered. “I love you so much. You are, and will always be, the best dancer to me. Your foot is going to heal, and even if it doesn’t you’ll still be able to transmit your passion. That’s what matters. That’s how you can teach them, by sharing with them hat amazing flame that burns inside of you.”

  He held her tight and helped her get up. The music still filled the room around them, as her arms snaked around his neck, and her face buried itself against his chest.