omg. so sexy
I miss Liquid Lavender!!
Can we just stop and appreciate Phredley though.
why is they all so fit? even dre….lol……
listen and read this:
I smiled at Zayn as he grabbed his leather jacket. His smile was nervous and I felt an overwhelming wave of pride wash over me.
“Good luck tonight.” He looked over at me as I spoke and smiled, before staring at the ground.
“Thank you beautiful.”
I watched him as he neared me and he smiled, pushing his lips against mine.
He slipped his hands into mine and I felt him play with the diamond ring on my left hand.
“Once this is over, I can really help out with the wedding planning.” He smiled. I giggled like I did when we first met.
“Can’t wait.” He turned around and I hit his back gently, “Go get ‘em.”
He walked outside and said hello to the boys who were extremely excited for the award ceremony. I mean, wouldn’t it be amazing if he could win a Brit again?
I fell asleep waiting for the Brits to start and was startled by a phone call.
“It’s Zayn!!” Niall said nervously down the phone.
“What?” I sat up and pulled on a jumper, “What about him?”
“We were in an accident, he won’t wake up!” I could her sirens blaring from the phone.
“Niall! Are you at the hospital?”
“No! We’re still on the road.” He sobbed, “He won’t move!”
“Is he breathing?” I said, raising my shaking hand and biting my nails.
“Yes.. but there’s blood, it’s everywhere.”
“NIALL! ARE YOU OKAY?” A voice shouted from the background.
I started sobbing. I felt hopeless.
“Which hospital do I go to?”
Niall kept crying and no-one answered.
“It’s Harry! Meet us at the local hospital.”
I hung the phone up and ran to the car, starting the ignition and speeding to the hospital. Once I arrived I quickly ran towards the emergency ward, my brain processing a thousand things at once.
I saw the boys all waiting nervously in the waiting room, their eyes red and puffy, Harry with a bandage around his wrist.
They saw me and ran over.
“Is he okay?” I whimpered.
“He’s in surgery now.” Louis said shakily, taking my hand.
“He doesn’t know yet, does he?” Harry said quietly.
“No I was going to tell him tonight.” I swallowed thickly and the boys all stared at me confused. I wasn’t going to say anything yet.
“He’ll be okay, won’t he Louis?” Louis played with my hair and took a sharp breath.
“I hope so, I really do.”
“We just need to stay strong for him, okay?” Liam sighed. Niall was sleep on his shoulder and Harry was pacing back and forwards, mindlessly.
“He can’t leave me.” I cried. Louis wrapped his arms around me.
“It’s my fault.” Harry said.
“No! It isn’t!” Louis said loudly.
“It is!” Harry croaked, tears falling quickly, “I was being an idiot and swerved!”
“Shut up Harry!” Liam said, startling Niall.
Harry walked over to the wall and slid down it, before crying hard against his knees.
What felt like forever and a day, later a man walked out, his eyes sorry and his face frowning.
I shook my head and fell into Liam’s arms.
“I’m so sorry. His body couldn’t cope with the injuries and unfortunately his blood loss was getting the better of him.”
Silently we cried together, praying that it was a nightmare.
Louis took my hand and lead me into Zayn’s room, where he lay still.
I took in his features, crying hard from the feeling that he would never, ever, hug me again. He would never hold me or kiss me like he did before.
“Hey Zayn. You’re in a better place now,” I looked at Louis, “Right?”
Louis nodded and held back tears.
I took Zayn’s hand and placed it on my stomach.
“It’s just that, I kind of wish that he could have met his daddy.”
Zayn and shirtless photos