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"Girl, that shirt with those shoes? Uh-uh." Zayn said, loud enough for everyone to hear. Niall snickered, taking a sip of his apple martini. "You tell 'em, honey." When the boys first arrived at the restaurant, and saw its boring nature, they decided that they had nothing better to do but to convince their young waitress that they were gay. Hence the cat-calling, fashion references, slang, and the apple martini. So far, she was buying it, along with everyone else. Zayn took a swig of his own drink- something pink and fruity. He made sure to stick his pinky high in the air. "Honey, I have to go to the ladies- I mean little boy's room." Nial

"I can't believe she stood you up, mate." Zayn said apologetically, his teeth chattering from the cold. "She didn't seem like the person who would do that." Niall bit his bottom lip. He tried his best not to cry. It hurt him, being rejected like that. Emeile really didn't seem like the person who would do such a thing. "It's okay. That girl really did look like her though." Niall sniffled, referring to the look-alike that he mistook for Emelie. He looked down at his watch and sighed. "Our reservations are in ten minutes. She's not coming." The depressed boy shoved his hands in his pockets.   "Ready to go?" He asked, and began to walk back i

"Are you nervous?" Niall shook his head, but he obviously was. "Nah, I got this." Zayn nodded, fixing the top of Niall's coat. He flattened out the wrinkles, and was about to adjust the sleeves when the boy stopped him. "Gosh Zayn, you're just like my mom. Chill out, it's just a first date, and the first date sets the mood for the whole relationship, and if the first date doesn't go well, then the relationship is in jeopardy, and oh my god…" Niall looked up at Zayn with worried eyes. "Now I'm nervous." The Bradford Boy chuckled softly, but in reality, he was as nervous as Niall was. Niall had been patiently waiting for the right girl fo

"Zaynnnn!" "Yes, love?" He shouted from upstairs. Niall was curled up on the couch, staring at a picture of a girl on his phone. "C'mere!" Zayn thudded down the stairs. "What?" He asked, plopping down on the couch next to the boy. Niall took a bite out of his sandwich. "Do ya think this girl is pretty?" He asked with a full mouth, holding the phone up for the other boy to see. Zayn looked slightly annoyed. "You called me all the way downstairs to see if a girl is pretty?" Niall shrugged innocently. "Yeah, pretty much." Zayn groaned, leaning in to get a better look at his picture. He sniffed. "She's pretty cute, yeah." He said. His eye

"Zayn's very protective of Niall." Harry explained to the interviewer. "They're really close. They tell each other everything. Just like me and BooBear." He cooed, flashing Louis a cheeky wink. Louis replied with an air kiss. It was true. Zayn was very over protective of the Irish boy. He knew how sometimes the large mob of fans would sometimes scare him. He knew how sensitive he actually was. Niall looked up to him. Zayn was like Niall's idol. He told the other boy everything, especially when it came to girls. Zayn would always tell him to ask out the girl he likes, but Niall would always say he was waiting for the right girl to come along

No more music No more joy No more children playing with toys Taken from their homes From everything they own Children all alone On their own Frozen to the bone Until they find them And confine them Lie to them And say "It's only a shower, It won't hurt. It'll just wash off all the dirt." So they stripped of their clothes If you can call them clothes Striped cloth they wore Lice-ridden and tore Blue-and-white striped Brightly colored So wherever they are People will find them And see the star And send them back where they thought they belonged Like they did something wrong They didn't But no one believed them Becaus

The younger boy snuggled closer to the older one, sighing happily. "Mmm, Shino?" Kiba whispered. The older boy looked down at him. "Yes?" "Do you love me?" Shino chuckled. Kiba asked this multiple times a day, as if making sure. "Of course I do, Kiba." Kiba smiled, taking Shino's hand in his. "I love you too." A couple minutes passed. Shino was beginning to nod off, his eyes closing. "Shino?" His eyes snapped open. Now he was slightly annoyed. Counting to ten, he replied: "Yes, Kiba?" "Why do you love me?" 1, 2, 3, 4- "Because you're just you, despite what anyone says. You're your own species, your own breed. A very fine one, I m

"What team?" Coach hollered once we were on the bus. "Thun-der!" We hooted back. "What team?" Coach yelled again. "Thun-der!" We cheered for a little, getting hyped up for the game. I took my seat near the back of the bus, sitting next to Edian Chapel, the wide reciver. He turned to me. "Hey, you pumped for the bus ride that will jerk us around for three straight hours?" He shreiked sarcastically. I laughed. "Oh yeah." "Then putting on a billion pounds of gear?" "Can't wait." "The warm-up laps and the exercises?" "Definately." "Then the pep talks and the bossy parents?" "Awesome." "The huge tackles?" "Yup." "The sweat and blood

If I thought that I was all alone in the beginning, it was even worse at lunch. After I emerged from the painstakingly long line, I stood there, scanning the crowd with absolute fear. I was really all alone this time. But cue the church choir, a lifesaver was bouncing up and down at the back of the cafeteria, his arms waving frantically. He was completely oblivious to other people staring, dead set on getting my attention. I chuckled to myself, making my way over to the table. He pushed his bag off of the seat, patting it. I placed my tray down, sitting and waving to everyone at the same time. "So," Nickel began, "this is Jake, everybody."

 I woke up. Dizzy as fuck. I felt like shit, I must of slept the rest of the day and the whole night because when I looked at the window, it was bright as ever and it stinged my eyes like a knife stabing them a thousand times. I couldn't stand it anymore. I shut the blinds angerly, leaving the room darkened again, the way I like it. I am now standing up. I am looking in the mirror. I think the mirror lies to me because what I see right now is what I never looked like a month ago. My face was pale and green. My eyes were blood shot red, looking drug shocked as well. My eyes were black and I can still feel my wasted body in after shock from the

Louis sat on the roof. He was crying to himself. Zayn walked to the door to get to the roof to see Louis, but he hesitated. Louis thought he was smoking but he wasn't, he wouldn't, he quit, for Louis. After the hesitation, he pushed through the door and into the sunlight. Louis was sitting in plain sunlight, with his knees pulled up to his chest, bawling his eyes out. Zayn hesitated again before approached his boyfriend. "Louis.." Zayn said, still leaving space so not to get too close if Louis still needed space. Louis flinched at a oice that wasn't his. He didn't turn, or stand or move at all. "What do you want Zayn?" Louis sniffled. The sou

 I had trouble sleeping last night. I mean, a lot of stuff went on yesterday. First of all, I am now a smoker. And second, Zayn kissed me for the first time. Not like a cheesy kiss, a real kiss. So much was processing through my brain. Not to mention getting used to smoke. It's just so good. I got off my bed, and I looked in the mirror. I almost screamed. I was a mess! My hair was in my eyes and well, everywhere. And my shirt was messy and half unbottoned. I took some hair out of my eyes to get a better look at me, and it got worse. There was bags under my eyes and under my eyes was black. I washed my face a bit. And then I rubbed it. I tried

 I breathed slowly. I couldn't believe watch I had just witnessed. I stood up from the bench, and ran across the street, not caring if I got hit by a car. I wish I did. But I rean all the way back to the hotel in the back and threw the cigarette on the ground and stomped it. Hard. Then I leaned back to the wall, put a hand in my hair and breathed out. I just don't know what to do. Did the others boys find out? I wouldn't want to take that chance. But then I wondered why I ran here first. Maybe it wasn't so bad if Zayn found out or the others, maybe they would comfort me and help me with my problem. Then I slowly yanked the door open, and walk

 I ran. I ran and I ran and I ran until I couldn't run anymore. Until I found an alleyway and crawled into and cried. And cried and cried and cried until I couln't cry anymore. I looked up and looked at the gross graffiti wall. How I can just become a wall. Lifeless, so I could never live this life again. But, yolo. (You only live once) So I  should live a happy life. No become this shitty whore smoking. But is that I think of Zayn? A whore? I don't know anymore.. Then, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked up quickly and it was Zayn. "Hey babes....what's the matter?" I sighed and said "What do you think?" He sighed as I closed my eyes and

 This is Larry Stylinson! Just a warning. Harry cleared his throat, rubbing deep circles around his Adam's apple. A long frown drooped onto his face, out of place where his usually dopey smile shone. He sat himself down on the black, leather-skinned couch and propped his feet up onto the coffee table. "Lou," he called, shifting in his seat a few times. He waited for his band member to answer him. The curly-qued brunet grabbed onto a plush pillow and hugged it, rubbing at his eyes until th  eldest of the five showed himself from behind the bedroom door. "Yeh?" he took in Harry's glum appearance. The other male moved his friend's feet and to

Liam sat at the kitchen table with a coffee mug in his grasp, and he sipped it before letting it cool a little. "Why do you think Zayn was yelling and crying when nothing or nobody was there?" Harry asked, pulling a chair up next to Liamand then leaning in on the table to hear Liam's answer. "I don't really know Harry. I just don't know." Liam replied, pulling a puzzled face as did Niall and Harry, all at the kitchen table. Louis was still in the room calming Zayn down. "Well, I think that Zayn just wanted some attention from Louis." Niall stated, stuffing his third dougnut in his mouth. "Why would he do that?" Harry asked, looking inquizetiv

Zayn stared out into the city from the balcony in him and Louis's room. It had been 3 weeks since he had smoked a cigarette. He loved having Louis to call his own, but thinking about that first drag on a 305, and the relaxation he felt after having a cigarette, the comfort he felt in it. Sex with Louis was wonderful, he wanted it so bad, he still did but thinking about the cigarettes made his mouth water a little bit. "I don't need it. I don't need it." Zayn kept saying aloud to himself as he contunied to look out into the blue, faded sky. I was going to rain soon, the sky told Zayn. Zayn closed the doors to the balcony in advance before it s

Liam walked into the hallway, and proceeded down the stairs to the kitchen. "Lad, where were you? Niall got breakfast." Harry stated, pointing his thumb behind him at Niall, who was stuffing his face with a McDonald's sausage biscuit. "Huh?" Niall asked, hearing his name. Liam just laughed and pulled up the pajama pants he was wearing that were falling as he trotted down the stairs to the kitchen table to eat his breakfast. "Sorry, I was doing a Twitcam to let the fans know what we are doing on our week off!" Liam exclaimed, pulling up a chair next to Louis who had his head leaning on his arm. "You ok lad?" Harry asked, poking Louis in the ar

Zayn woke up and rolled over to his night desk and frantically searched for his pack of cigarettes and lighter, bt couldn't find them. He sat up and panicked until he remembered, he had given up smoking to be with Louis, who was sleeping soundly next to him. Zayn smiled at him but had finally realized what he had done. He had changed his whole lifestyle for Louis, he was happy about this, he loved Louis, and swore that he would do anything for Louis to love him back. Zayn got up and rubbed the whole left half of his face as he made his way to the bathroom. He looks into the mirror and stares himself down for a minute. "You can do this Zayn. Y