Hey baby? If you’re looking at this, then please know that I love you, I’m sorry, and don’t ever change for me, or for anyone, okay? Because I wouldn’t be sure of how to love that version of you.
Because I do now.
rn I feel like a total ass-hole/wanker/whatever/fucker. I’m so so so sorry; don’t change for me, don’t change for anyone.
I love you so so so so much.
I’m so nervous I’m making myself sick.
I’m scared of this confrontation because I don’t ever, ever, ever want to lose you. But I’m honestly sick of being upset all the time.
A/N: I’m sorry this isn’t really a fic. I wrote it a week ago with my best friend on her writing blog, and she continued it. If she gives me her permission, maybe I’ll upload the response she wrote for it. (I changed some of the details from the original piece.)
Pairing: Not sure tbh; not much of a fic if you ask me.
Summary: ”I’m tired of this, he breathes.”
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“Bed time, then,” the blond says, sliding off the window seat, offering a hand to his companion. “Coming?”
Zayn blinks at Niall’s hand for a while, then shakes his head.
“In a bit.”
“Good night, Zaynie,” Niall says, tugging his friend’s head towards his chest in a hug.
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