adore the boys

Drunken Words are Sober Thoughts

“Hey Z,” Harry said as he cautiously walked closer to where I was sitting with Zayn.

“My name is Zellie. You don’t get to call me Z. You lost that privilege a long time ago.” I bit back immediately. My blood was boiling under my skin. Every step he took made me more and more frustrated. Zayn, noting my anger, put his hand on my lower back and led me right past Harry.

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Anonymous asked: I read your story all the time! I await your updates! Please postttt

Ill be writing later depending on the weather. I’m kind of tornado obsessed so it may not get done tonight but I will update in the next few days!

Dreams

I was extremely restless that first night. I assumed it was because of the horrific nightmare that was flooding my silent thoughts. Not that it was the standard bad dream with monsters, it was a demon I had created myself. Harry Styles was the source of my pain that night. There was a fire trapping me in my home, leaving me hopeless. I turn to look out my window where I see Harry being held back by firefighters. He was trying to save me, but they wouldn’t let him. Knowing I was going to die I closed my eye hoping it would end soon. The next thing I know I wake up in a hospital bed with Harry holding my hand. “I saved the picture.” In his hands was the picture that never left my bedside table. As soon as his lips brushed mine I shot up in bed, waking immediately.

“Where am I?” I stuttered aloud before realizing that I hadn’t been kidnapped. I was in my own bed in my new flat. I was safe and sound. Harry was nowhere near me. All I had to do was get to sleep until places open for breakfast. That can’t be too hard, right. It’s already nearly four.

I managed to sleep until 9:30. Although I was still exhausted I drug myself out of bed and hopped in the shower. I am unbelievable grateful that my dad when through the trouble to have the entire apartment ready to live in, minus food being stalked. I think he was hoping I would change my mind about moving across the pond.

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Poppy Adams was Harry Styles best friend

and then she became just another one night stand.

She hasn’t seen Harry in two years, but fate has sent them both to the city that never sleeps where they meet again.

Can Poppy learn to trust Harry again or will they fall apart before they can fall back together?

All That’s Left Are Memories

“No, Harry!” I exclaimed as Harry tried taking a sip of my drink. “If you take a drink then I will get your cooties.” As a six-year-old I was extremely concerned at the prospect of contracting cooties from a boy. Even if Harry was my best friend he was still a risk. We were sitting in my back yard drinking homemade lemonade out of mason jars. We had cute little sandwich, by that I mean I had a cute little sandwich. Harry had a boy sandwich. Basically, cute was just a sandwich without crust, you know, like the ones princesses have.

“Would you like some more lemonade?” I ask Harry before pouring the sweet, yellow liquid into his glass. We were both completely oblivious to our mothers snapping a picture ever other second.

I look at the picture one last time. Even though I had memorized the picture that was taken fifteen years ago, I couldn’t stop staring. Harry and I had set up a picnic in the backyard; my mom had prepared our lunch. It was the summer I turned seven, the summer everything changed. At some point during the slim period the sun actually shone down on Holmes Chapel I had become best friends with a boy. I’m not exactly sure what happened before or after that picture was taken. It was all a distant memory. Now my whole life with Harry was only a memory. I guess what they say is true. In the end that’s all you will have left.

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If I Fall - Excerpt

      “No, Harry!” I exclaimed as Harry tried taking a sip of my drink. “If you take a drink then I will get your cooties.” As a six-year-old I was extremely concerned at the prospect of contracting cooties from a boy. Even if Harry was my best friend he was still a risk.

      I look at the picture one last time. Even though I had memorized the picture that was taken fifteen years ago, I couldn’t stop staring. Harry and I had set up a picnic in the backyard; my mom had prepared our lunch. It was the summer I turned seven, the summer everything changed. At some point during the slim period the sun actually shone down on Holmes Chapel I had become best friends with a boy. I’m not exactly sure what happened before or after that picture was taken. It was all a distant memory. Now my whole life with Harry was only a memory. I guess what they say is true. In the end that’s all you will have left.

     I set the frame inside the box that would be moved into my closet. It was time to let him go. He had been gone for two years now, two years to the day. I honestly have no idea what tore him from my life. We had been best friends since we were children. We had made it through those awkward puberty years everyone wishes to forget. Somehow we even managed to get through his first headlining world tour. Maybe it all fell apart the night he left. We probably shouldn’t have slept together but we were both a bit tipsy (read: absolutely wasted.) I expected to wake up the next morning and piece together what would happen next. Either we would continue our lives as though our little roll in the sheets never happened or we would realize there was actually chemistry between the two of us. I didn’t except to wake up at 2:17 in the morning cold and alone.

     The next day I saw him all over twitter. He had been spotted in Los Angles. I knew LA was his getaway. If something was bothering him he would sneak off to another country where he wouldn’t have a chance at privacy, a chance to think. That was the day everything changed for me. Harry was my best friend and he just left me without warning. There wasn’t a goodbye, not in person, not a voicemail, not even a cowardly note. If he didn’t need me, surely I could do without him.

The plan is to make it through finals week then resume Stay and possibly start another story since I should have most of the summer off. :) If anyone wants to co-write either, PLEASE LET ME KNOW ASAP.

Anonymous asked: Babe, all of us are too amazed with your story writing that we physically are incapable of telling you to write more! I would love to read some more when you get the chance to write, this story is different from all the others;) xx

awe, thanks! I’m going to start writing again after finals next week!

do-birds-still-sing-for-y0u asked: So I've always been a silent reader and switched over to your tumblr after I started reading your fanfic on 1DFF. MAY I JUST BOW DOWN TO YOUR AMAZINGNESS. I LOVE YOUR WRITING.

Thank you. I love that you love them. :)