"Can you take me to get frozen yogurt tomorrow after school?" She asks, the puppy dog eyes soon following after. She gives me a big, cheesy smile before opening her mouth to speak. "Yes, Bug?" I say with a soft smile, putting on a happy face. I look over to my door to see her big, brown eyes peering up at me. It'll be easy, if I just cut deep eno- "Sissy?" I'm brought out of my thoughts by my little sister, Lily. Maybe I should just give up? It's not like anyone would miss me. What did I do to deserve this? It's not fair. Of feeling like the world has just turned on me. I'm tired of feeling like I'm not wanted. I have many friends, but I can't help to feel like I'm all alone. I go to a high school that's only a few minutes away. I live in a small town called Chesire in England with my little brother and sister and mom and dad. "Love me tender, love me true/ All my dreams fulfill/ For my darlin' I love you/ And I always will." Elvis' deep, soothing voice filled my ears as I laid on my bed, desperately trying to drowned out the bad thoughts in my mind. And chocolate is the best thing in the world!” he smiled widely, manoeuvring to wrap his arms around your waist carefully. “Brown eyes or blue, this child is ours and healthy… and that’s what matters.” Your eyes give off so much love and peace, it’s so amazing… Plus they’re the colour of chocolate. There’s something about them that just reads ‘home’, and when I see you, I know that no matter where you are, I’m home. Seriously, when I look into your eyes, I get this sense of warmth and safety. The minute those words came out of your mouth, Louis’ head was up and his eyes were looking right into yours. “Don’t say that. Louis: His head rested on your large baby bump as you lay in bed, your shirt tucked under your breasts. “I just hope the baby has your eyes,” you explained softly, running your hands through Louis’ head. “I want them to have brown eyes,” he replied quietly, tracing his hand over the spots where he would feel movement. “No, brown eyes are boring,” you muttered, shaking your head softly. Now, let me take you to dinner?” he offered, standing up and holding out his hand. “My pleasure.” “The pleasure is all mine.” His head was shaved, not that you minded and he had his fair share of piercings and tattoos. “I wasn’t sure you were gonna come,” you admitted shyly, pushing your thicker hair back away from your face. “Why wouldn’t I?” he questioned softly, raising an eyebrow. “The minute we started talking, I knew I had to meet you. You broke out into a huge grin, taking him in. Was he going to show up? Had something happened? Did he change his mind? You were cut off when a presence beside you caught you off guard and your head whipped up. “(Y/N).?” he asked, wanting to make sure he had the right person. “Zayn?” you spoke softly in reply, biting your lip softly. “Oh thank god! I kinda thought it was you, but I didn’t know for sure,” he smiled widely, relaxing slightly. Nervously chewing your lip, a million thoughts ran through your mind. *Note: I don’t write Zayn imagines, because I’ve explained this before, I don’t feel comfortable writing about a person who’s engaged.Zayn: Sitting at the park, you waited for your date to get there. I Want You To Want Me (smut) // Part 2 (smut) Touching Yourself Is Against the Rules (smut)
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