I Wish I Was Your One Thing


Things That Have Happened Today: 

meghanpaige:

  1. One Direction won their 1st BRIT!!!!!! (Most important)
  2. Glee was amazing, and now they are on another hiatus.
  3. I ordered three 1D posters for my room
  4. Got my first credit card (to buy the posters online)



Poem - If A Write Falls In Love With You 

“I find myself thinking, and writing, and scrawling,

His face, his name, and his actions in everything I do.

In my mind, in my dreams, on paper, in words,

He seems to make his way everywhere.

One day a shirt, clean, crisp and white, 

Found it’s way into a poem.

The next his voice, so lovely and soft, 

Was the voice of my protagonist.

Then his eyes, and his smile, 

And the way he does his hair,

Were in my stories, and speeches, 

In lyrics and rhymes,

And subconsciously, I had placed them there.

It became as if he could never die,

The invincible man as it were.

No matter how far, or how long he was gone,

There’d always be something here.

I could reread my story, or poem or song,

Then, he would reappear.

The things are so subtle, unnoticeable really,

That I bet there are some I haven’t even realized.

Now, I’ll drive myself crazy, finding each one,

That I know is hidden in every space between words,

In ever click of the keys, or stroke of my pen.

I’ll go mad finding out that the antagonist 

Has the same middle name as his sister.

I’ll go insane when I know that his first pet

Was the dog that ran away in part one.

I’ve created something, that only I could,

A boy that never dies, a boy that lives in worlds 

Of words, and lives off the pages turned.

And yet, he’s really just a boy.

One strong and brave, yet kind and warm.

One that sings, and keeps my secrets.

When his secret is… If a writer falls in love with you, 

You can never die.”

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Congratulations - One Shot 

Can you guys message me and tell me what you think of the poem that’s in this one?? Any feedback would be AMAZAYN! <3

LONGEST ONE YET! Enjoy xx

(For x)

Congratulations

“Congratulations!” I hear as all the lights are turned on. A huge crowd of people appears in front of me, headed by my 5 best friends.

“Wow guys! This is such a nice surprise!” I say placing my purse down on the nearby table.

When really, this is not a nice surprise, I know why they are congratulating me, and this is what I feared.

Niall stepped forward, “We heard that your poem got published!” He pulled me into a tight hug, and the rest of the guys followed in suit.

“We’re all so proud of you!” Harry said as he stepped away from me after our hug.

“Thanks guys.” I say shyly, “You really didn’t have to do this though.” 

I look at the group of people standing behind them, some I’ve met, others I’ve never seen before.

After the embarrassing welcoming I had to under-go, everyone eventually spread throughout the kitchen and the dining room, as well as the main room. Where drinks and food was placed .

After chatting with people, shaking hands, getting congratulations and such, I found my way back to the guys, sitting on the couch.

I sat down beside Harry and slowly sipped at the purple drink in my hand.

“You know none of us have read it, right?” Harry whispers to me while the other guys are distracted by some pretty blonde.

“Really?” I say with genuine surprise in my voice.

“Yeah. Heads up. Liam’s going to make you read it.”

I bury my face in my free hand, letting out a groan that turns to a whimper.

“What?” Harry says, places his face right next to mine.

When I don’t respond, he slides in closer to me, “You know you’re going to tell me. I have ways of making you talk.” His voice was funny, and it brought out a small smile.

“Okay,” I confessed, “I know you can keep a secret… so here it is. That poem wasn’t supposed to be read by anyone.” I look back down at my glass, “I submitted the wrong one in the first draft of emails. I sent them the right one, and apologized for mixing them up… But they told me they liked the first one enough to publish. It was just some random little poem I did one day, and that’s all it was supposed to be.”

Suddenly Louis’s voice was booming over top of the room’s chatter. 

“Okay, everyone, can you gather around?” He called from the middle of the kitchen, ushering everyone to the main room.

“Lauren, come here!” Liam called, and I reluctantly obliged, butterflies rising in my stomach, “We would like you to read your poem for us.”

“We decided as a group that we wouldn’t read it. We wanted you to be the one to read it to us. We thought since it was your first publishing, it would make it even more special!” Niall handed me the thin book my poem was in, and pushed me in front of the group.

I look to Harry to see him shrug, as if to say “I warned you!”

“I really couldn’t, it’s really not that good!” I say, knees shaking, not wanting to open the pages.

“It got published Lauren, it’s gotta be good.” Zayn piped up from behind a few people.

There were a few yeah’s and come on’s from some people in the group, but it wasn’t until I looked at Harry that I decided.

“Come on.” Harry said with his adorable smile, as he stood directly in front of me, motioning me to open the book.

“Okay.” I open to the second page, and clear my throat.

There are a few more encouraging words, and then the room falls silent.

“I find myself thinking, and writing, and scrawling,

His face, his name, and his actions in everything I do.

In my mind, in my dreams, on paper, in words,

He seems to make his way everywhere.

One day a shirt, clean, crisp and white, 

Found it’s way into a poem.

The next his voice, so lovely and soft, 

Was the voice of my protagonist.

Then his eyes, and his smile, 

And the way he does his hair,

Were in my stories, and speeches, 

In lyrics and rhymes,

And subconsciously, I had placed them there.

It became as if he could never die,

The invincible man as it were.

No matter how far, or how long he was gone,

There’d always be something here.

I could reread my story, or poem or song,

Then, he would reappear.

The things are so subtle, unnoticeable really,

That I bet there are some I haven’t even realized.

Now, I’ll drive myself crazy, finding each one,

That I know is hidden in every space between words,

In ever click of the keys, or stroke of my pen.

I’ll go mad finding out that the antagonist 

Has the same middle name as his sister.

I’ll go insane when I know that his first pet

Was the dog that ran away in part one.

I’ve created something, that only I could,

A boy that never dies, a boy that lives in worlds 

Of words, and lives off the pages turned.

And yet, he’s really just a boy.

One strong and brave, yet kind and warm.

One that sings, and keeps my secrets.

When his secret is… If a writer falls in love with you, 

You can never die.”

The group erupted in a cloud of applause and whistles, I thanked everyone and walked back to the couch.

Harry plopped down beside me, throwing this arm around my shoulder, “Well, that wasn’t bad was it?”

“I guess not.” I said shrugging his arm off of me.

“Lauren, everyone loved it.” 

“It’s not that.” I play with the ends of my hair and look at the ground.

“Well, from what I got from it, seems like there’s a new guy that your boy’s are going to have to talk to!”

He nudged my side playfully, not realizing what he’d just said cut through me like a knife.

“I’m going to get a drink.” I say and stand up, only for Harry to grab my wrist and pull me back down beside him.

“Come on Lauren, what is it?” Concern spread all over his face, he looks deep into my eyes.

“It’s nothing.” I pull my hand away from him and walk to the kitchen.

If he can’t tell it was about him… there’s no point in telling him.

I pour myself another glass of whatever purple liquid the was set out, and leaned against the counter.

I know they don’t think I can hear them, but I can hear Harry walk up to the other guys and ask what’s wrong with me.

For a second there is a bit of awkward silence, as the 4 of them look between each other, trying to decide who should say it.

“Harry man, you really couldn’t tell?” Louis grabs hold of one of Harry shoulders.

“Tell what?” Harry’s very confused, and then the boys start laughing.

Again, there is a break and none of the boys say anything.

Finally Niall pipes up, “It was about you mate! The poem. You!”

Harry quickly turns and walks into the main room, probably looking for me.

“He really couldn’t tell?” Niall asks as Harry walks away, and lets out a loud chuckle.

There’s no point in hiding, so I continue to lean against the counter, waiting for Harry to find me.

**********

“There you are.” I hear Harry’s words from beside me, but I don’t acknowledge it. I just continue to sip my purple drink, and stare straight ahead.

Now I wish I had hidden. I wish that I could become part of this counter, or become invisible, so Harry couldn’t have found me. Either that or I wish I was home, where I could curl up in my bed, and hide under the covers that have protected me from so much.

“While I was looking for you, I tried to figure out what I was going to say… In fact I still don’t really know what to say. But -” He ran his fingers through his curls.

“Lauren, other than the guys, your my best friend, and losing you would kill me.”

His words were choppy, unpolished and unrehearsed.

“I told you no one was ever supposed to hear it. It’s just a silly little poem, don’t worry.” I put my now empty glass down and begin to walk away.

“Wait!” Harry doesn’t reach for me, but I stop dead in my tracks. He walks around, stands in front of me, and gently takes my hand into his. His eyes locked to mine, brow furrowed, and his jaw tight.

“But, if risking what we have, meant that I got to do this everyday… then I guess it would all be worth it.”

“Do what?” I asked, barely audible.

“This.”

His eyes quickly looked down at my lips, and then back directly into my eyes. He swallowed hard, and then his face inched it’s way closer to mine.

When our lips grazed, it felt as if electric sparks were jumping between us.

My hands tingled, and my feet went numb. It was unlike any other kiss.

Harry let go of my hand, pulled me closer to him by the small of my back, and cupped my face. My hands moved their grip to the lapel of his blazer, scrunching the fabric tightly in my hands.

It was completely unexpected, but when Harry’s tongue brushed my bottom lip begging for entrance, I parted my lips allowing him to explore every inch.

When we pulled apart, breathless, my cheeks turned a deep shade of red as I looked around trying to see if anyone had seen us. Only to find 4 sets of eyes gawking at us.

Harry still held me close and hadn’t taken his eyes off me, “Definitely worth it.” A huge grin appearing on his face.



It’s About Time - Part Six 

This one is loooooonnngg! Enjoy xx

Part Six

*Tap Tap Tap*

Alli soon opens the door, to see a smiling ______ standing in the hall, holding her heels in one hand.

“Where have you been?” Alli pulled her into the hotel room, quietly shutting the door, “It’s after midnight! Do you know how hard it was for me to cover for that long? My parents were getting super suspicious!”

“Well, what did you tell them?” _______ whips off her heels, and sits on the end of the bed.

“At first I said you were in the bathroom. Then when they came back to check on us before bed, I told them you ran down to the desk to ask a question about the movie channels.”

“Well, that doesn’t sound like it was that hard.”

“Trust me, it was. They might have bought it, but just barely!”

“Well, thank you. I’m gonna change.” 

______ makes her way into the bathroom with a pair of shorts, and an old baggy shirt. She takes off her dress, and changes into what she will be sleeping in.

“Don’t forget you’re going to tell me everything.” Alli says from the other side of the bathroom door.

______ throws her hair up into a ponytail, and walks out, placing her clothes on top of her suit case: “Of course I’m going to tell you every tiny detail!”

Alii hopped onto the bed, crossed her legs, and patted the spot beside her urging ______ to do the same.

“Okay, first off, how was dinner?” Alli waited intently for the start of the story.

“Dinner was great. Harry got us this quiet little booth in the back, and we literally just talked the whole time we were there - my pasta actually went cold.”

“What did you talk about?” Alli asked quickly, not wanting to interrupt the story.

“We talked about everything. I told him about where I went to school, what it was like growing up, and a whole bunch of little things that you already know. Then he told me about his home town, some stuff about his family, and what it was like being with the guys all the time.”

______ stopped to laugh for a second.

“He even told me about this one time, when he fell asleep on the couch and someone straightened his hair. When he found out, he started to cry.”

Alli joined in on the laughter, then urged ______ to continue.

“There really isn’t much else to tell. I mean, we just talked… The whole time. There literally wasn’t a time when one of us wasn’t talking, or laughing at something that had been said.”

Alii looked at ______, stared actually, “I know your holding out on me!” She lunged, “Spill. Spill. Spill!”

The two started laughing hysterically again, finally laying down on their backs, look at the white plastered ceiling.

“Okay,” ______ started, “After dinner, we went for a walk.” She paused for a moment to sigh, remember the beautiful night.

“It was amazing. We walked down this road, it was full of shops, that were closed of course, but… it was breath takingly beautiful. All the tree’s twinkled with blue lights, and you could see the London eye in the distance.

And like I said before, as we walked, extremely slowly I may add, we just talked. I probably couldn’t tell you half the things I told him, or tell you half the things he told me. But I will remember his voice, how he said my name, how he held my hand, and his laugh.”

______ clutched her hands to her heart, and gave a wistful moan.

“His laugh, it’s perfect! Alli, I’ve never heard anything better! Oh!” She grabbed hold of Alli’s hands, “And those dimples! You think their cute in pictures…”

There were a few more sighs before she continued.

“Eventually he noticed that my heels were starting to hurt my feet, so we sat on a bench at the end of the strip, looking up at the London Eye, and back down at the trees. It was beautiful.

Then he drove me back here. He walked me to the door, said goodnight, and left.”

Alli just stared, “That was all?!” She sounded horrified, “No goodnight kiss, or anything?”

“Nope. He just shyly said it was an amazing night, told me he’d call me in the morning and walked back to his car.”

“Well, that’s a sucky way to end the night!” Alli rolled her eyes.

“Actually, it was so amazing, I think a kiss at the end would have just been too much.”

“Fine… what was the absolute best part of it all?” Alli asked.

______ closed her eyes, “The way my hand fit in his. How our fingers just matched perfectly. Just like two pieces of a puzzle.”

*Tap Tap Tap*

Both girls’ heads snapped to the sound at the door.

Harry’s P.O.V.

Harry waved to ______ as he drove off, smiling like a lunatic the whole way back to tell the guys everything.

Sure it wasn’t something most guys do, but it was something they did.

As Harry sat at a red light, thinking about the twinkling trees, and the way ______’s eyes glistened in the moon light, a sudden realization washed over him. He turned the car around, wheels screeching in the late night air, and raced back.

He parked slanted, completely illegal, and burst through the hotel doors, startling the night clerk.

“Can you tell me what room ______ is staying in?” He said with a rasp in his voice.

“One moment sir.” The clerk stared typing madly on the computer and quickly looked up, “Room 515.”

Harry ran towards the elevator, calling back a quick, “Thanks” that was just audible to the man behind the counter.

He pushed the elevator button frantically, willing it to come to him faster. After a few more seconds of waiting, he slapped the cold metal that separated him and the machine and turned for the stairs.

1 flight, 2 flights, 3 flights, 4 flights.

He opened the door to the 5th floor, straightening his blazer before continuing down the hall looking for the room.

503, 505… 513, 515.

He took a deep breath, and quietly tapped on the door.

There was a quiet shuffle, a few whispers and then Alli opened the door.

“Hi.” Harry said still short of breath, “______ is here right?”

“Yeah,” Alli said with a wide grin, “One sec.”

Alli disappeared behind the door, and it took a few unsettling seconds for ______ to appear.

“Hi.” ______ said with a sweet smile, pushing her bangs behind her ear.

“Hi.” Harry’s shortness of breath was no longer due to the run up the stairs. His heart was beating quicker than ever, and he felt as if his words might come out as sand.

“Listen, what I said earlier, about tonight being one of the best of my life, that was true. But I totally messed it up.”

______ stood in the door motionless, Alli, who was quietly listening on the other side of the door, was frozen in her spot too.

“I can’t believe I didn’t do this earlier.”

Harry reached forward, grabbing both sides of ______’s face, crashing his lips into hers in a fit of fiery passion.

He kept his lips pressed to hers until breath was needed, and then pulled away reluctantly.

He looked right into ______’s eyes, and when he found hers were staring right back into his, he let go of her face, and turned to leave.

“Wait -” ______ called, stepping out of the door way.

“No no!” Harry said as he started walking backwards, “Don’t say anything. That was perfect. Let’s keep it that way.”

“But I-” She tried again, but when Harry kept yelling ‘No’ and ran into the stair case, she gave up.

______ then returned to her room, slowly closed the door, and looked at Alli in disbelief.

Click to see the night walk (x)




I’m sorry nothing got out today!! :( First day of writers block in a LONG time… I’ll do better tomorrow! 



Cookies’N Cream - One Shot 

(For x)

Cookies’N Cream

“You know Harry, it’s not the end of the world.” I say digging my spoon into the tub of ice cream sitting on the floor in front of us, “There are other girls… Ones that will see you as Harry, and not the cute one from One Direction.”

Harry does the same, collecting a huge clump of cookies’n cream onto his spoon.

“But it’s not just her Gavin.” He stuffs the sugary sweet mix into his mouth and continues, half audible, “It’s every girl. They say they can handle the media, they say they don’t care about anything but me… That being famous is just something that I am.” 

After another spoon he starts up again, “This one girl said that me being famous, was just as significant as her having a birth mark on her wrist. It was just something that she had, and wasn’t a big deal.” 

I keep quiet because I know he’s not done ranting.

“Then she used our relationship to try and get into some program, dance or something… Using my connections as tokens for the program director.”

More ice cream.

“Another wanted to sing, and I thought that was so cute.” He rolls his eyes, “Until she decided that crashing our recording time was something she was allowed to do.”

More ice cream.

“Gavin, what is with girls?”

Now it’s time for Gavin’s speech, the one I always give, always the same.

“I don’t know Harry… You just haven’t found the right one. One day you’ll find the girl that isn’t going to care what you do, or that your famous. She’s just going to care that you’re Harry.” 

Harry scoops up the last of the quart of dessert, and looks at me with sad eyes.

“I’ll go get more ice cream,” I say hopping to my feet, “Throw in what ever movie you want.”

I’ve heard all these stories before…In fact, I think I heard those particular ones about 3 times already. Every time something with a girl goes wrong, he’s at my door step.

Of course I don’t mind, after all, what are best friends for? I just wish he could meet a girl that doesn’t cause him all these problems.

I mean, don’t get me wrong. I love sitting around in my PJ’s, eating junk food, and watching movies with my best friend… But the circumstances for how it comes about it obvious less than ideal.

I walk back into my room with another thing of ice cream, raspberry cheese cake this time, and settle down on the floor beside Harry.

Normally when we do this, we watch some cheesy romantic comedy, trying to make him believe in true love again.

Harry likes to pretend that he’s all macho, but I know he’s really just a softy.

A little whiles into the movie, I have an epiphany.

“I know what you should do.” I say nudging his side.

“Gavin, What?”

“Something crazy.” When I all I get is a confused look I continue, “Yah, like in the movie! I mean, they haven’t just gone through a publicized break up… But you should do something wild! You know, to get over her!”

“Crazy?” He pauses the movie and gives me a look as to say, ‘that’s not going to happen.’

“Look at me. When Dan broke up with me, we ate ice cream, and watched The Notebook. Then I went and got the purple in the back of my hair… It’s not the craziest thing ever, but it got whatever it is, out of my system.”

Again, all I get is silence.

“I’m not saying that you should jump out of a plane, or get another tattoo. Just something… unexpected. Something that’ll shake you up a bit.”

“Maybe….” He turns towards the TV again, presses play, and sinks deep into thought.

We continue to watch in silence, the protagonist continues to chase the girl that he knows is the one. Mean while, Harry and I continue to eat ice cream.

Eventually something drags Harry out of his deep thoughts, and he turns towards me.

“Something crazy right? Something that’ll shaking things up?” He leans in close to me.

“Yeah, like we could go buy you something expensive that you don’t really need, or fly somewhere without telling anyone. You could really do anyth-.”

My words are cut off. Not because I’m distracted, or I bit my tongue.

But rather because another set of lips have been pressed to mine, prohibiting to rest of my sentence.

After the initial shock of having Harry kissing me, my lips eventually begin to move in time with his.

When we finally pull apart, he looks at me.

“Is kissing my best friend crazy enough for you?”

I laugh, grabbing the side of his face, “Crazy enough.”



A Pile of Quartz - One Shot 

(For x)

A Pile Of Quartz

“You know I’m not very good at Volleyball… The past 20 minutes have been proof of that!” Harry says clapping some sand off of his hands, “Especially in the sand.”

“It’s no different in the sand, try and get this one.” I hit the ball over the net, just to Harry’s left.

Harry dives for the ball that was some how out just of his reach. When he misses, he falls into the sand, with a loud thump. 

“Ohhh!” He moans. I run under the net and crouch at his side.

“Harry, you okay?” I ask anxiously.

He doesn’t say anything, he just keeps holding his shoulder and moaning.

“Harry!?” I practically shout at him.

He freezes, and looks up at me with hurt eyes, and with the hand that was holding the his shoulder, he reaches for me.

“Renee..” He cracks in between moans, and I take his hand.

All of a sudden, he pulls my arm, knocking me off balance. I land completely on top of him, my long air brushing his face.

“Got yah!” He says laughing as he rolls us over.

“Harry!” I moan in between the spouts of laughter now escaping my throat.

When we stop rolling around, I am on my back, with Harry propping himself up above me, trying to pick the sand out of my mane of hair.

“You know,” He stops, “I really have to come to Australia more.” 

He lowers his face until it is centimetres away.

“You really do.” I say with a laugh before he connects our lips.

Suddenly he jumps up, and holds out his hand to help me do the same.

“Come on.” He grabs my hand tight and pulls me down to the water, “Find as many rocks and shells as you can.”

Harry then lets go of my hand and raced down the beach, collecting little shells and rocks of all different colours.

I roll my eyes and begin to do the same, a coral shaded shell, and a smooth skipping stone. Then a white quartz looking rock along with a roughed up piece of sea glass.

Harry comes back to me with both of his hands filled with objects, there even looks to be some stuffed into the pockets of his shorts.

“You didn’t get any.” Harry says looking shocked.

“Well, it looks like you made up for it!” 

He makes a pile on the smooth sand of out gatherings, and instructs me to lay down beside it.

“Harry, why am I laying in the sand again?”

“Just close your eyes and enjoy the sun. I’ll be quick.” 

I oblige, and I hear his foot steps run up to our towels quickly. When he returns, I can tell that he’s slowly walking around me, doing what, I don’t know.

“Okay, you can open your eyes.” Harry stands at my feet with his phone at the ready.

I don’t feel sand, so I know I am not buried. I look to my right, and our little pile of shells and rocks has disappeared, and I know.

I look back at Harry, “Smile!” He calls as he takes a picture, “Okay, you can stand up now.”

I stand up, and Harry wraps his arm around my waist as we both look at an outline of me - made out of rocks, shells and quartz.

“I’ve always wanted to do that.” He pulls me closer and places a quick kiss on my cheek.

“You’re crazy… You know that?” I say looking up at him, and playfully nudging his ribs with my elbow.

“Yeah… Crazy for you!”



I’m going to have multiple stories up tomorrow! Thank you all for being so patient and understanding!! xx 



Welcome Home - One Shot 

(For x)

Welcome Home

“Courtney, I can’t wait ‘till you get here. We are going to do so many things! I’ll take you to all the best restaurants, we’ll go to all the great shops and stores.” I can hear Zayn sigh on the other end of the phone, “It’s going to be great.”

“I know, it’s going to be amazing. I can’t wait until I’m there either.” 

“Ma’am, I’m going to have to ask you to turn off your phone, we are going to be taking off shortly.” The flight attendant says as she bends down beside me.

I quickly cover the mouth piece with my hand, “Oh, of course.”

She smiles warmly at me, and continues down the isle instructing other people to turn off their phones, and “lift their trays into their upright position.”

“Zayn, I gotta go. We’re about to take off. You’re still picking me up right?” I continue quietly.

“Of course, I’m still picking you up. I’ll be the one with the giant Welcome Courtney sign in the arrival wing.”

I laugh, because I know that is something that he would actually do.

“You don’t have to have a sign.” I roll my eyes.

“Well, don’t be surprised if I get one of the guys to hold it for me.”

“Oh, I won’t be. But I really gotta go now, the flight attendant is staring at me.” I make a kissing sound, press the end button and throw my phone into my purse before the lady can come back and speak to me in that condescending voice again.

It’s my first time flying across the Atlantic Ocean, so when the plane starts down the run way, my stomach does a flip.

I’ve flown across Canada before, but something about flying over a large body of water kinda freaks me out.

Now, I was glad that Zayn had secretly upgraded my flight to first class, even though I had been upset when I first found out.

He told me that he wanted to pay for the whole trip, the flight, and everything once I got there. But I didn’t feel comfortable with him buying everything for me.

So, when he agreed to let me pay for my own flight to London, I was extremely glad. 

I’d told Zayn all the details about my flight, then he went and upgraded me. I didn’t find out until I arrived at the airport: But now I have my very own pod - not that I’m complaining about it.

Throughout the flight, I am offered food, and drinks. Occasionally, one of the two first class flight attendants will ask me if I need another pillow or blanket. I gladly take the food and drinks, but seeing as the cabin is quite hot, I refrain from anymore heat.

About 4 hours into the 8 hour flight, I end up falling asleep to some movie I had unknowingly started playing.

I am awakened by the first flight attendant gently nudging my shoulder, “Miss, we are about to land.”

I sit up, embarrassed at the small amount of drool that had gathered on my chin.

I quickly wipe it away, and thank her.

“We are now approaching the London International Airport. I hope you enjoyed your flight and thank you for flying with Air Canada. For those of you on a return voyage… Welcome home.”

I hear the pilot speak clearly over the PA system. 

As we start to descend my stomach does more flips, partially because of the drop feeling I always get, but also because I know that I’m going to get to see Zayn.

The plane lands with it’s usual bump and squeal, and eventually everyone is scrambling to get out of their seats.

I am no different, I haul my carry on and my purse over my shoulder, and I quickly make my way to the arrival wing.

Unfortunately, my short stature prohibits me from seeing above the crowd to find Zayn. But as the people slowly trickle into the larger hallway, I round the corner and spot him.

My foot steps being to quicken, until I am at a slow jogging pace.

When Zayn sees me making my way down the long passage, he hops the arrival barrier and bolts towards me.

It only takes a matter of seconds before we are feet apart, that’s when I drop every single thing that I am holding and he lifts me up.

With his strong arms, he holds me tight to his chest and spins me around, generating looks from other travellers.

When he finally puts me down, he grabs each of my hands and looking longingly into my eyes.

“I can’t believe your finally here.” He looks dazed, like he’s dreaming.

“I am.” I say, being dragged into the same dream, smiling like a fool.

As quickly as he had had me up in his arms, he pulls me forward and crashes his lips roughly into mine - making quick work of the kiss.

I let go of his hands, and wrap my arms around his neck, allowing him to pick me up once more.

He doesn’t put me down until we hear a few wolf whistles from down the end of the corridor.

My feet touch the ground, and my cheeks turn a very bright shade of red.

Zayn picks up my bags, not letting me lift a finger. Then he grabs hold of my hand, interlacing our fingers, and tightly squeezing it.

While we walk down to the rest of the guys, I wave frantically, excited to see them as well. But I can tell, that Zayn hasn’t taken his eyes off of me.

When we reach them, Harry holds out a small pink sign, “I told you there would be one.” Zayn says from beside me.

“Welcome Home Courtney.” Is written is perfect bubble letters, that I know Zayn drew.

I look up at Zayn, “Home.” My smile brightens as I stand on my tip toes to kiss his lips again, “I like that.”