over the love | florence + the machine
 
I'm finally getting around with everyone's stories
(sneaky, one set at a time)
 
in saying so, i've been getting much inspiration and now this day off is the best time to write!
I know that I probably won't be able to write again until next sunday so i'm trying now :)
 
also, can we have a moment of silence to realize that our characters are entering or already in their twenties?!
Though i'm behind in my stories, it's already may and technically next month, gabby turns 20!! TWENTY YEARS OLD! CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT?!
 
Cause I can't
 
(I saw the great gatsby yesterday morning and oh my god what a way to start my day, it was amazing
PLEASE GO SEE IT IF YOU HAVEN'T PLEASE DO YOURSELF THE FAVOR)
 

gabriella suarez
mmn
04/12/13:
 
I call him the devil cause he makes me wanna sin;
And every time he knocks, I can't help
 
But let him in.
 

There weren't any words to describe him, except for 'majestic.'
 
The word was stuck on my tongue, wandering hopelessly in my mind. He was like an ancient artifact on display in a museum. He was so delicate, so worthwhile yet so naked with vulnerability. Eyes were constantly watching him; mouths were constantly speaking of him; ears were always listening about him.
 
It was an endless cycle, and I had realized that. I had observed that about him. I couldn't help but stare when I get the chance. My eyes were drawn to his olive complexion, his hazel eyes, and the black ink scarred into his skin.
 
For the past month, I woke up to the same view every morning. His eyelids would be shut tight and his mouth slightly open. A calm, hushed snore would escape every now and then. I'd stare at his complex jaw and cheeks and hold my breath from his beauty. He'd leave me in awe every single time.
 
This morning was different. I awoke to a warm hand rubbing my arm softly. I opened my eyes slowly and shut them back tight when the sunlight hit my face. There was a chuckle beside me and a pair of lips behind my ear.
 
“Good mornin',” He whispered, his voice low and hoarse.
 
I attempted to open my eyes again and got a good look at him. His hazel eyes were big and loving yet his smirk was playful and lustful. “Morning,” I responded and moved in closer to him.
 
We stayed in each others arms in silence; our warmth being exchanged with every breath exhaled. It was a slight comfort to be in his presence. It didn't give me butterflies in my stomach, it only gave me a sickening churning in my insides. The feeling was so uncomfortable but I was begging for more every time.
 
“You know what I've been thinking?” I whispered to him. He hummed, his eyes were closed. “This is my last year of being a teenager. I, just, sometimes wish I could be nineteen forever, ya know?”
 
His eyes opened and his stare was intense. “Sooner or later we're all gonna die anyway, so why not beat life to it, 'eh?”
 
I bit my lip and moved closer into his chest, looking up at his sad hazel eyes. It was one thing I learned about him: he had an unhappy soul that he fed with countless cigarettes and cheap beers.
 
“You met me a strange time in my life, Zayn Malik,” I began to speak softly. “And that person you met would agree with you, but I must argue against your words.”
 
He smirked and his lips were then close to mine. “Argue all you want, love, but I always win.”
 
His lips met mine and I was infatuated. The kiss was enchanted yet so intensified with lust. I felt his soft lips leave mine and trail down toward my neck. I moaned, “No, Zayn.”
 
It was so wrong, I knew it. I was so foolish to let it get to this point, but I wanted it all so bad. I wanted something I couldn't have and I still got it in the end.
 
His hands moved under my t-shirt and soon it was off. I was immediately exposed to my luscious satan. His lustful eyes poured into mine; hungry for more, they trailed down to peek at the rest of my body. In a swift movement, his lips were on mine again.
 
We were skin on skin by then, taking in each other as much as possible. All the lust to be released and all the love lost in it all. It was so right yet so wrong.
 

It had all started on a darken night after a lost battle with my love. I was fed up with him and anyone around. My world was collapsing at the touch of my fingertips. I hadn't had any auditions, my ballet practices were weak and slowly coming to an end, and I was looked down upon by others in shame and shock. At the moment, I could no longer take the relationship that I was in, the promise of love that I had devoted myself into.
 
So I ran away, because that was what my willpower led me to do. Then I found myself chugging down bottles of beer and occasional whiskey shots. Hazel Eyes finally showed up and whisked me away into his life of loneliness and lust. He paid for the rest of my drinks and then took my hand. I ran again, but this time it was with him.
 
We ran so fast and so far away, I wasn't sure where we were going. He pulled me to a small apartment under a townhouse and knocked on the door twice in a swift pattern. The door unlocked and we were greeted by a short, bearded and young looking white man.
 
Zayn pulled me inside, where it was foggy and my lungs were polluted with the smell of weed. There was a crowd in the small living room, their laughter roared and echoed among the walls. We joined them and I reached the brink to my greatest high. With what felt like moments, Zayn had dragged me away and we disappeared into a corner and then into a garden outside.
 
The gates were decorated with white christmas lights, almost blinding my eyes. Near the back were two tall trees and then a willow tree right beside them. Zayn's hand was warm within mine and he guided me to the willow. We sat below it and I watched him quietly as he lit a joint.
 
“The guy who lives upstairs,” He began to speak after taking a drag, “Is a fired policeman. I heard he did something brutal, but nothing that includes -cide at the end of the word. Now he f-cking Arnold's nineteen year old sister. The guy is, like, forty something.”
 
I stayed quiet and watched him suck in his cheeks and puff them out. “It's pretty sickening that it was either get the girl or evict Arnold,” He continued. “Poor kid didn't want to be homeless so he has to hear his sisters moans and shouts every other night.”
 
“The world is a f-cked up place,” I finally said, speaking a hushed whisper.
 
He looked over to me and handed me the joint. “And we can't do anything about it, babe. Such a misfortune.”
 
I took two or three drags and handed it back to him. My head was numb and I felt light as a feather. I had never felt so good before. I wanted to be feel this way forever. “So what force dragged us back together this time?” He asked me. I felt his warm breath on my neck.
 
I looked at him and gave a lopsided smile. “All the same reasons as before.” We looked at each other briefly before he kissed me roughly. I became intrigued and kissed him back, feeling an urge for more. I stopped myself and pulled away, “I'm going to tell you something.”
 
“What is it?” His cupped my cheek and I felt the blood rush to my face.
 
“Seduce my mind,” I began, moving to straddle his lap, “And you can have my body. But if you find my soul, I'm all yours.”
 
He smirked and pulled me lower into him. “That's a promise I'm willing to keep.”
 

“Wanna know something Malik?” I shouted out to Zayn, who was carrying his bike up the stairs to the rooftop.
 
We had managed to get to one of Arnold's friend's apartment and wanted a peek at her “marvelous rooftop” everyone and anyone so happened to love. She'd given us a bottle of vodka in order to “quicken the fun” and sneaked a condom into Zayn's pocket to “protect the heightened fun.”
 
I ran ahead of Zayn, putting down my bike as I reached the top. I stared at the city lights, amazed at how beautiful my home really was. Unfortunately, it didn't feel like home. I felt like an outcast, somebody who is lost in shadows and unsure of where to go.
 
“Amuse me, Suarez,” I heard Zayn say as he panted out of breath.
 
I giggled and turned around to face him. “How are you out of breath? You can hold a high note for like a whole minute!”
 
He rolled his eyes and chuckled. “Yeah, while I'm standing still, not walking up five flights of stairs.”
 
I giggled again and turned back around, walking closer to the ledge. I continued to watch the city go by below me. The amazement didn't leave my system. “A year ago today,” I began to say, “I tried to take my own life.”
 
I heard him walk closer to me and he was then beside me, staring down at the busy streets. “Is that so?”
 
I nodded. “Yeah, afraid so,” I looked up at him. “I was so unhappy and so foolish.”
 
“And so what are you now?” He asked me quietly, his hazel eyes staring at me.
 
I stayed silent, his question echoing in my mind. I wanted to say I was neither, but that would be a lie. It wasn't that I was unhappy, I felt so much happiness within me. But I wasn't satisfied. My happiness was not reaching its full potential and neither was I. Everything I was doing was foolish and impulsive; I was an impulsive, young fool.
 
I looked into his eyes and shrugged. “I don't know, honestly.”
 
He leaned in close to me, his lips by my ear. I shivered from his breath and held onto him. He wrapped his arm around my waist, “I can help you figure that out.”
 
And then, our lust had escaped once again. My goosebumps rose and relieved sighs grew louder. I was on another high, shot up into a parallel universe that was difficult to escape from. It felt like there was no turning back; there was already damage done and couldn't be repaired.
 

/ i really needed to publish this before the inspiration and train of thought left me
ya know how it is...

hearts a mess | goyte
 
This is my first time accessing my computer in over two weeks...
I've been so distracted with school and trying to find a balance with my social life
 
I'm reallyyyy sorry for my lack of participation, but it's that time of year:
it's all about studying and I honestly cannot slack
 
I can't promise to read everyone's stories all at once, but i'll try to start asap
 
anyway – this story is written a bit different. I did decide to do the flashbacks, but this ties to my collab with alex :) hopefully it makes sense and it will just build up the plot.
 

 
gabriella suarez
mmn
02/26/13:
 
My palms were sweaty against my dress. My hands and legs shook in rhythm as anxiety swallowed me slowly. All I heard was the ticking from a clock on the wall. I watched it tick with every second and I was growing impatient as my eyes stayed glued to it. Why couldn't time go by faster? Didn't I have places to be? Sure, I have things to do. I should really visit Aja and Amelia after th–
 
“So what brings you here today, Gabriella?” My thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the sound a woman's deep, hoarse voice. It reminded me of Emma Stone.
 
My eyes landed to the pretty brunette in front of me. Her smile was warm and benevolent, her pink stained lips were wide and bright. I noticed her light brown eyes glowing among the little sunlight peeking from behind her.
 
My thoughts wandered from her appearance to the purpose of my visit. “Well, um,” I began to say and looked down at my hands. “My best friend Caleb recommended I'd do this.”
 
“Why?” Her voice sounded stern and concerned.
 
I bit my lip and thought back on everything that has happened for the past month. I sighed deeply and looked back at her soft brown eyes. “It happened over a month ago...”
 

[01/17]:
 
“You are the cutest little baby I have ever seen!” I cooed happily at my beautiful niece who I held in my arms.
 
Amelia's round brown eyes opened wide at the sound of my voice. I smiled at her and suddenly felt her tug a handful of my hair.
 
"Ouch! No, baby. You're not supposed to pull Titi's hair," I whined, untangling my hair from her small fingers.
 
Ajalene walked in as she giggled. She sat down beside me on the couch and opened her arms towards me. I placed her daughter in her arms and watched them quietly.
 
"How's motherhood treating you?" I asked in a hushed whisper as Amelia's eyes began to close slowly.
 
Aja continued to look down at her child, smiling to herself. "It's been great. Except waking up in the middle of the night every other day, the feeling is phenomenal."
 
She finally looked up at me, still smiling. "How's dance? And Connor."
 
I smiled back. "Dance is so wonderful. Since the recital, I've been offered auditions for different companies."
 
Her eyes widened. "Oh my gosh, that's great Gabby! I'm so proud of you."
 
I looked back down at a now sleeping Amelia. "Yeah, it's cool. But, um, speaking of Connor. Did you know he got me a new place?"
 
There was a sudden change in the atmosphere. The vibe was awkward and I was able to tell Ajalene got uncomfortable from my words.
 
"That's a bit odd. Don't you think?" She spoke softly. I didn't answer. "Doesn't that make you think you're moving too fast? You two practically live together now."
 
I glanced up at her and pouted. "Okay, 1. We've been dating for almost a year now. I think we're pretty steady; 2. He bought it, but only I have the key to enter; and 3. Why are you being so protective suddenly? You love Connor."
 
She rolled her eyes. "Well excuse my maternal instincts," She said. "It's just... I don't know. Where did he get the money to /buy/ you your own place? You could have moved in with me."
 
I rolled my eyes. "He writes every now and then, you know that. And I wouldn't have moved in with you regardless. No offense, but you have a family now. I'm not your priority anymore."
 
She looked at me, her eyes narrowing and her expression suddenly hardened. "You will always be my priority Gabby," She told me sternly.
 
I sighed and looked away, staring out the window to see the view of my beautiful city. I watched yellow taxi-cabs rush to pass the changing traffic light and reckless New Yorkers jay walk.
 
"Just promise me you'll be careful with your decisions, and what I mean by that is to make smart, independent choices," I heard Aja tell me. "Only do something that will have a positive effect on you."
 
I nodded and continued to look out the window. "Yeah, sure."
 

[01/24]:
 
"Please amuse me Connor and tell me how the hell you're going to get this incorrect manuscript back?"
 
I listened to Connor sigh on the other line and I could make out him rubbing his forehead in frustration. I smiled sadly to myself, suddenly missing his body next to mine.
 
"I'm not sure," He finally spoke. "Hopefully it's not too late."
 
I raised my eyebrow. "What do you mean 'if it's not too late.' Don't they, like, edit it and get your authorization or something?"
 
He sighed again. "It's complicated, a whole lot more complicated. But enough about that, how's the audition going?"
 
I glanced into the empty mirrored room I had just been in, peeking inside from the slightly ajar door. I bit my lip and sat back down on a chair. "It seems to be going fine. Miraculously, I did not mess up a single pirouette like I did in rehearsal. I just hope they liked me."
 
"They will, I promise," I felt him smiling and the urge of wanting him grew tremendously.
 
Before I could respond, my phone vibrated. I groaned, not bothering to check what it was. On the other line I heard Connor suck his teeth. "Shit, Gabs. I have to go. I'll call you later, maybe I'll drop by if I can. Okay?"
 
"Yeah, okay. I love you," I pouted.
 
"Love you," He said and the line went dead.
 
I leaned my head against the wall and closed my eyes, sighing deeply. The sound of a nearby ticking clock boiled my anxiety. I felt my stomach turn into knots as my hands shook slightly. There was a sudden shiver that overcame me until I heard someone call my name.
 
I opened my eyes to see Margo, the lavish and tall red-headed creative director. She smiled at me and took a step closer to me. "So we're going to have to call you if you receive a call back. Another girl just showed up so we have to speak about it more thoroughly now."
 
"Oh," I said quietly and rather disappointed. "Okay. I'll just be on my way then."
 
She gave me another smile. "Don't put yourself down. You were great, if I do say so myself."
 
I stood up, putting my bag on my shoulder. "Thank you, Margo. I really appreciate it."
 
She gave a slight nod and walked back into the room. I took in a deep breath and began to walk towards the exit. My phone vibrated again my hand.
 
"What the hell," I groaned and looked down at it. I had received an online notification and text message... from the one and only GG.
 
I stopped walking, cursed under my breath and checked quickly on what she had published. I scanned through the article until I caught my name as well as Connor's. A few words after, Caleb was mentioned and so was the accident.
 
My heart was suddenly beating rapidly and my chest was beginning to feel heavy. I looked up and over my shoulder into the room. I spotted Margo looking down at her phone and she looked up slowly. Our eyes met and I was able to feel the disappointment and shock drain out of her and into me.
 
I turned around, headed outside and hailed the first cab I spotted to go home. When I arrived in front of the brownstone, I noticed someone sitting on my steps. I walked closer and realized it was Caleb.
 
"Caleb," I said softly, walking closer to him.
 
He looked up, his eyes wide and red. "How did this happen?" He asked me and I saw him gripping onto his phone tightly.
 
I gulped and shrugged. "I don't know," I whispered. "But don't worry about it."
 
He raised his eyebrow and looked furious. "Don't worry about it? Gabby, do you not realize what just happened?" I stayed silent. "Some f-cking stranger knows about my condition! That's not something I brag about."
 
"I'm sorry this happened," I told him quietly. "But it really isn't anything to worry about. Nobody really reads Gossip Girl anymore. It was a high school thing."
 
"A high school thing?" His tone got more stern and louder. "So putting people's personal secrets out into the world isn't a big deal?"
 
I frowned. "Well when you put it like that..."
 
He stood up and looked at me. His eyes narrowed and I could feel the angry tension within him. "I'm going to let you know this Gabby. I'm going to find out who started this and who leaked all this information. And when I do, they're going to regret they even said a word."
 
"Caleb, this aggression isn't necessary," I whispered, biting my lip afterward.
 
He rolled his eyes. "Coach called me and told me I needed a break from the team, so I can stabilize my mentality in order to play better than I already do."
 
My eyes widened and stared at him in disbelief. "What?"
 
"Yeah," He said bluntly and shrugged his shoulders. "My future is already starting to crumple and it feels like I can't do anything about it."
 
My heart sunk and there was a vast amount of sadness taking over me. "Caleb, I'm so sorry."
 
He shook his head and walked down the steps to be at my height. "Don't apologize. It's not your fault anyway. You're my best friend, I can't blame you for any of this." He leaned in close and kissed my forehead. "See you around, Gabs."
 
He walked down the remaining steps and I looked back at him. "Wait, you don't want to come inside?"
 
Caleb turned around and looked at me sadly. "Na, it's okay. I'm just going to head over to Penelope's instead."
 
I nodded and watched him walk away, his shoulders hunched and head down. There was a wonder within me: Was this our fate? Did we think we had our future in our hands? Or is just going shatter like glass?
 
I began to feel uneasy and nauseous, so I ran inside and threw up my uncertainty and anxiety.
 

[Present-day]:
 
There's a moment when you feel like your actions are right at the time. It feels like the best decision you'd ever make and will only benefit you. It's fulfilling and worthwhile; it makes you think you're probably treating yourself so well that you deserve the greatest prize at the end.
 
This was one of those moments. Or so I had believed.
 
I found myself pacing around Dr. Harries' office. My hands were sweaty and trembling. I was losing control of myself; anxiety was creeping up, devouring me inside and out. My balance became unsteady and I held onto the chair.
 
"What's the cause of your anxiety right now, Gabriella?" She asked calmly. How could she be so calm?
 
I sighed deeply. "I can't stop thinking about it all."
 
"Can you be more specific?"
 
"Everything that happened," I mumbled. "It's all my fault. I'm the reason why Caleb's accident and condition became public. I'm the reason why that ballet company rejected me. I'm the reason why my relationship is crumbling."
 
I looked up at her and she gave me a disapproving look. "Nothing is your fault," She told me firmly. "Everything happens for a reason, and maybe it's a certain timing. Nothing stays in tact forever, but when it falls apart you have to glue it back together."
 
I sighed again and slumped down into the cushioned seat. "And what if I can't put it together again?"
 
"Then it's not worth the attention and time."
 
My thoughts suddenly rushed back to Valentine's Day. It was a lonely and cold night. I had spent it alone, without my lover, and dreaded the fact that I had felt so alone. Everything had begun to fall apart once again and this time I couldn't find the solution.
 
"I just don't know what to do," I mumbled. "I love him... But something feels so uncertain about it all."
 
Dr. Harries leaned onto her desk, putting some of her upper weight on her elbows. "What does it tell you that you have to question your relationship?"
 
It was her words that silenced me for the rest of the session. Her question raced through my mind as I muted her other words speak to me. What does it mean when you have to question a relationship?
 
It meant that it wasn't perfect anymore, and there was no more saving left for ourselves.
 
The idea made me feel uneasy, and so I cried at that moment.

NYC went from rainy and cloudy 50 degree weather to humid and sunny 80 degree weather. I'm, like, dying right now and the layers of my uniform isn't helping!
 
Currently stressing over student council campaigning, studying for regents and staying on top of my game.
 
Where is summer vacation? :((
 

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I went on a college trip on Thursday morning with my classmates and got home late Friday night. It was a lovely experience and really enjoyed myself! We stayed at a hotel and I just had so much fun. I kept throwing myself on the hallway floor cause the carpet was phenomenal! (Okay, call me weird) My friends and I stayed in one room till curfew while the room next to us was filled with ratchet classmates who were twerking, whining and giving lap dances (Also smoking hookah which they surprisingly sneaked onto the trip).
 
Plus, I've eaten so much this weekend, it's been BAD! I stayed home from school today because A) I totally forgot it was Monday so I stayed in bed awhile longer and B) I got cramps and then it turned into the worst stomache I've probably ever had. It doesn't help that my legs feel a bit sore from working out yesterday morning. I ran half a park four times, back and forth. The things I will do to get fit and be skinny..
 
Well, that's all for now I guess.
I'm currently writing up a story so stay tune!
 
LOVE YOU <3

In two weeks I'll be going on a college trip upstate for two days.
I've been planning ahead on what to wear, and this is basically my idea.
Disregarding my foolish and not stylish classmates, I'd like to dress to impress ;)

#28. Attending a polo match
 
Last day of spring break </3
I have a project to finish for biology :(

gangster style

fix you | coldplay
 
/ spring break is over and I have homework to do
but I just want it to be my birthday again :( waaaaaa
 
THIS IS A MINI COLLAB WITH @mclovinn I'VE BEEN DYING TO WRITE
JKHEBFEJN, CAN YOU SENSE MY EXCITEMENT?!
 
oh and alex babe, I know you're totally done with these 1d boys
but just know i'm not done with zayn el papi
you'll see what I mean ;) hehehehe
(YOU WILL ALL SEE)
 

 
gabriella suarez
january 5th
mmn
 
There was a bright light shining above me.
 
It was a glowing, heavenly white that brought my attention.
The spotlight was on me. It was my time to shine.
 
My feet moved below me in a soft rhythmic movement, graceful and smooth.
I was losing myself within the music. I was no longer here.
 
I was in another world.
 
Another world like heaven; peaceful and wonderful.
The moment was blissful; I was high on happiness.
 
I was back in Monaco as a fellow princess.
There was a sudden feeling of royalty, of gentleness.
 
I had an imaginary crown on my head, marking my territory.
My title was secured; I had fought for my position.
 
I was on the prowl to keep my crown,
And I rightfully received it.
 
My movement suddenly halted and stood center stage.
I stared at the bright lights among the audience.
 
There was a silence, and then they applauded abruptly.
I watched the standing ovation form and a smile creep on my face.
 
I was a ballerina; I was somebody.
I finally belonged somewhere.
 
I searched for a familiar face I loved, but he was nowhere.
Instead I found my loving devil, his hazel eyes glowing from afar.
 
They drew me in, taking away my soul.
My cleansing love was nowhere to be seen, only my sinful infidelity.
 

 
I was surrounded by flashing lights, one click after another.
There was shouting, but my ears blocked them out.
My name was being called out repeatedly, only one voice stood out specifically.
 
A petite blond made her way towards me quickly;
Her attractive smile was noticeable from yards away.
 
Her small arms wrapped around me gently and I embraced her.
She smelled like daises and sweets, an odd yet pleasant mix.
 
She pulled away from me and continued to smile.
Her mouth opened and I was suddenly able to hear again,
“Gabby, you were so great out there!”
 
Ashley pulled me into another hug and my eyes soon met Hazel Eyes again.
My attention went back to Ashley as her voice rang in my ears.
 
“I hope you don't mind I brought my friend Zayn,” She said, then motioned him over.
He slowly walked towards us, hands in his pockets and staring at me.
“Zayn, this is Gabby. Gabby, this is Zayn.”
 
“Oh I kn–“
“Nice to meet you, Gabby.”
 
He held out his hand and I stared at it briefly.
There was a sudden confusion within me, but I took his hand.
The feeling was electric and I jumped lightly in shock;
I wasn't sure what it was.
 
“So Gabby, where's Connor?” Ashley's voice snapped me out of my trance.
The tone of her voice was soothing, like an anchor keeping me steady.
 
I looked at her and her eyes were wide and persistent.
The mixing sound of his name and her voice was making me uneasy.
“I... I'm not sure honestly,” I admitted, swallowing down all hope.
 
“Trouble in paradise?” Zayn cooed, eying me suspiciously.
 
My jaw clenched and my shoulders stiffened. “Well... not necessarily.”
 
As if now cue, I saw Connor hurriedly make his way to me.
His expression was worrisome and exhausted, though his eyes were benevolent.
As he got closer, I noticed the large bouquet of daises in his hands.
 
He made it to my side and smiled warmly.
“I'm sorry for being late,” He kissed my temple. “You were perfect.
And I got you these 'cause roses are a bit overrated.”
 
I laughed softly and stared at the bright pink flowers,
astonished that he had chosen such beautiful ones.
I felt Zayn's eyes on us, watching us intently full of jealously.
 
It made me uneasy again.
 
I looked back up at Connor. “Well I'm not sure if just this will make up for it.”
 
He smirked and leaned down, his mouth by ear.
“I have another surprise, but you'll have to be patient to get it.”
 
I found myself giggling nervously this time, uncertain on how to act.
Pushing away Connor from me, I turned to Ashley for a distraction.
 
“Celebratory drinks anyone?” She suggested happily.
 
I nodded in agreement and my eyes wandered to Zayn.
His eyes were dark and narrow on Connor and I, peeking with rage.
I cleared my throat, “Zayn?”
 
Suddenly, he looked at me and his eyes softened. “Yeah babe?”
 
There was a rush of blood in my cheeks at the sound of his accent.
“Care to join us for drinks?”
 
He smirked and his eyes landed back on Connor.
“Of course,” He said, and looked back at me. “Wouldn't miss it.”
 

 
Three shots of whiskey later, we were all in a heated game of Never Have I Ever.
 
I was giggling with Ashley as Connor and Zayn watched us disapprovingly.
We hadn't noticed Zayn go out for a smoke and Connor to the bathroom.
Ashley faced me and smiled widely. It was mischievous and I sensed a series of questions on her mind.
 
"So tell me," She slurred as she giggled in between words. "How is it like?"
 
I raised my eyebrow and grinned. "What do you mean?"
 
She bumped her shoulder to be and returned the grin.
"You know, making your way into the spotlight as more than a socialite.
Don't forget being the eye-candy for a certain popstar."
 
I almost choked on my drink at the sound of her words.
I looked at her confusingly, "Ash, I think you've had too much to drink."
 
"Gabsssssss," Her voice was high and sopping drunk.
"You're a star now! And I see the way Zayn looks at you," She winked at me.
 
I stayed silent, trying to fill my mind up with Connor and not Hazel Eyes.
Ashley simply continued, "He's up to something, you know it.
He's infatuated by you and so are you. Louis used to look at me that way too."
 
I gulped down my saliva and watched the small blond down another shot.
Her eyelids seemed heavy and the dark circles under her eyes were showing.
She was no longer the bubbly Ashley from a few hours ago at the theater.
She was a long, lost puppy who was confused on what was in store for her.
 
"Do you still love him?" I asked her quietly.
 
She smirked and stared down at her empty glass.
"You'll never stop loving someone who gave you so much to live for."
 
At that very moment, both Connor and Zayn came back.
I felt awfully sick to my stomach.
 

 
"I'm sorry we had to leave so soon," I apologized to Connor for the millionth time.
 
He smiled warmly. "No need to apologize, you weren't feeling well."
 
I wanted to say more, to keep the conversation going.
But I couldn't any longer. I was becoming nausea again and suddenly Ashley's words echoed through my mind, sticking to me uncomfortably like glue.
 
Connor and I walked hand in hand through the quiet dark streets. I huddled into his shoulder as a cool breeze went by, making my whole body shiver abruptly.
I wasn't paying attention as to where we were going, assuming Connor was leading us to his apartment. He stopped suddenly and when I looked up, we weren't in front of his building.
 
I looked up at the tall, new-looking brownstone in front of us. Connor leaned down and whispered in my ear, "Surprise."
 
He held my hand tighter and led me up the stairs. We entered quietly and he turned on the lights, revealing the true beauty.
 
It was fully furnished with white walls covered with beautiful paintings. Colorful rugs laid on the waxed wooden floor and nearby the window was a precious piano that was magnificently vintage.
The black stairway in front of me seemed to lead to a gateway of heaven and the long hallway peeked into the large-looking kitchen.
 
I turned around to Connor in awe. He smiled at me cheekily and stepped closer to me. He took my hand and I soon felt something cold and hard in my hand. When I looked down it was a pair of shiny silver keys.
 
I looked back at Connor, gobsmacked and unsure of what to say. He chuckled quietly to himself and began to speak, "I know I could have taken you out to a fancy dinner or a trip to Aruba. Perhaps romantically yet in a lousy way get you into bed, but I thought you'd appreciate this more."
 
I glanced back down at the keys and then back at him. "How?" Was the only word able to escape from my mouth.
 
He shrugged and smiled reassuringly. "No need to worry about that. I just need to take care of my princess, therefore making sure she has a perfect home to live in and not other people's couches."
 
My eyes began to well up with tears and I wrapped my arms tightly around him. "Thank you," I whispered. "For everything."
 
I felt his smile as he kissed the top of my head. "You're welcome, beautiful."
 
I looked up at him and tiptoed in order for my face to be close to his. Our lips lingered on each other, his warm breath on me. "I love you," I whispered.
 
"Forever and always," He whispered back.
 
Our lips touched and there was the usual exciting spark, and the total realization of peace and happiness. We were infinite and indestructible at that very moment.
 

/ okay so I was going to keep going and add another date, but this is long over due.
So i'll just add that date as a flashback, sorta since it's pretty much foreshadowing.
 
Here's the epilogue though :)
http://freetexthost.com/tm6ufv2qpx

#26. Appearing on an episode of "The Hills"

Was supposed to go out for brunch with a friend but they bailed last minute -_-
You do not understand my anger right now.