FUCKIN DONE ASHTON
Please can you do an imagine where harry stops me from throwing things in the house because I was upset when I found out my mum died xxx thank you
Here you go, sweetheart.
"Baby, you’ll never guess what happened at the studio today!” I said as I opened the front door to mine and (Y/N)’s shared apartment. "We started goofing around and.." I continued but suddenly stopped dead in my tracks upon entering the living room and seeing it completely shattered, everything upside down as a tornado’s just been there.
“(Y/N)?!” I called out but there was no answer. Thinking the worst, I looked around once more, before going to look around the house but suddenly a loud crashing sound from upstairs caught my attention.
“(Y/N)?” I called once again, running to our bedroom, from where seemed the noise came out. I slightly pushed the door and it opened revealing (Y/N) with a vase, her favorite one, in her hands but soon it ended on the floor breaking into million pieces. She instantly stormed to the shelf where all the photos of our families were, she looked for a second at them, almost as frozen. Her expression the saddest I’ve ever seen softened, salty tears scratched her cheeks, I noticed her eyes red and puffy from crying. She gently took a photo from the glass shelf, she observed it lovingly while wiping her cheek with a sleeve of her hoodie but after of moment of quietness as a storm with fury she threw, swapping away with a move of her hand, all of the photo frames on the ground.
“(Y/N) stop!” I ran up to her before she could destroy anything else in the room and probably hurt herself. She looked at me coldly, her eyes full of pain kept glaring at me but they seemed dull and lost . She looked so scared, like a little bird in a trap, her lips were separate taking quick breathes and her hands held tight a photo frame on her chest. We didn’t move, we didn’t say a word but for few seconds kept starring at each other so the room grew with death silence.
“Go away.” She stated suddenly.
“What’s going on? What happened?” I asked concerned, I’ve never seen her before like this. She was completely devastated.
“I said go away.” She shouted at the top of her voice trying to hold back the tears that were forcing themselves out before she felt on the floor, covering her face with her hands and still having the photo in her lap. Violent sobs overwhelmed her, she couldn’t even take a proper breath. My heart was breaking as I didn’t know the cause of her intense pain and I couldn’t stand seeing her suffer that much. I sat next to her enveloping her in my arms and swayed her gently stroking her hair.
“Shh, (Y/N). Everything’s going to be fine.” I said still not knowing what was going on.
“No, she’s gone, and she’s never coming back..” Her voice cracked up on the last few words as a fresh batch of tears well up in her eyes and she buried her face in my chest.
“Shhh, baby, it’s ok. We’ll get through this.” I said trying to sound strong and reassuring but I wasn’t at all as I realized what happened. I felt tears forming in my eyes, but I quickly wiped them away not wanting to make (Y/N) feel even worst. After awhile (Y/N) calmed down and felt asleep, probably forceless and out of tears as she cried her soul out, but as we still were on the floor I picked her up in my arms and laid her gently on our bed. I noticed something on the floor, it was the photo frame (Y/N) before held tight in her hands. It was her mom’s photo, where they were together and happy. I put the photo next to (Y/N) before covering her with a blanket and leaving her to have a rest.
Hope you like it:) xoxo
Can I please have an imagine where theo is 3 and has a crush in me. I'm dating Niall and Greg is always making fun of it. Thanks my names jessica. Take your time it's the second one if asked for xxx
Here you go, darling.
You and Niall were going to the usual brunch of Sunday at his parents place with the rest of the family.
As Greg opened the door for you and Niall to come inside, Theo was the first to greet you with a tight hug and didn’t let go off you.
“Hello sweetheart.” You giggled at the little blue eyed cutie.
“What about uncle Niall?” Niall opened his arms wide open, with a sympathetic smirk looked at Theo, who was still in your arms.
“Hi.” Theo quickly let out and drew his attention back on you, leaving Niall stand there like a fool.
“C’mon guys, everyone’s waiting for you to join. Well not that much impatiently as someone here.” Greg laughed slightly and playfully hit Niall’s arm, who still couldn’t believe that he had been just dumped by the three years old nephew. Greg had told you before about this little Theo’s crush on you and never missed a change to make fun of Niall. It seemed that Theo found you the most beautiful girl in the whole world and wanted you to be his girlfriend. It was so sweet of his.
You sat outside in the small back garden with Niall’s mom and Denise talking about girlish stuff while the boys played soccer on the grass.
“Take 5.” Niall called while putting his hands on his knees to catch a breath. After the knee surgery, he was a bit unfit, which was noticeable in his red cheeks and hair sticking to his forehead.
Theo ran over to you while his out of breath uncle was having a pause.
“Jessica?!” The little boys asked smiling at you.
“Yes?” You returned his smile.
“Would you be my girlfriend?” He let out really fast, blushing slightly. Now your friendship was going to be taken to the next level.
“Sure, baby. I would love to.” You replied causing Theo to blush even more, yet appear a wide smile, which melted your heart.
“Hey, she’s my girlfriend.” A breathless Niall said running up to you. “I though it may happen one day when you’re older but not today.” Niall added sounding desperate, while Greg and everyone around were dying of laughter.
“Sowwy mate, she’s mine.” Theo stated leaving everyone mouth opened for a second before bursting out laughing loudly. Neither of you could stop laughing, the situation was too absurd.
“Winner gets to be Jessica’s boyfriend.” Niall said challenging and took the soccer ball while Theo followed him.
You and rest of the family observed them fighting for your love in the terrible game of soccer. This episode would be remembered for ages and Greg wouldn’t miss an occasion to point it out and pick on Niall.
Hope you like it;) xoxo
Especially that Ashton’s Italian in a girlish voice.
1. Really don’t care (describes perfectly a person story xx)
(I love all Demi’s song. A big fan of hers)
1. Hall of fame
3. For the first time
hello! i love your imagines! can i please have a marcel imagine where we have a fight and then i leave and get into a car crash and then wake up and he's there... etc. my name is lola!
Here you go, darling.
"H-hi, Lola." Such a familiar husky voice mumbled quietly behind you. You took a deep breath, exhaling in a heavy sigh before turning around to face him. He seemed to be in pain, his shiny emerald eyes were dull, they looked almost lifeless. The eye-contact broke after few seconds as your eyes fell facing the gray ground of the big school hallway.
“Are you still mad at me?” He questioned, his sad and low voice echoing through the empty corridor.
“You know, before I moved here to date you, I asked some people about you, about your reputation..”
“So w-what did they say?” He asked
“Most of them had no idea of you who are but the ones who knew said you were quiet nerdy, not much talkative but people could count on you..” You and Marcel met last summer in a sport camp to which neither of you wanted to go but your moms made you to. For this time you were really thankful to your mom, because you met such an extraordinary guy, even if his aspect wasn’t exactly of a hot lifeguard but his heart was hot, he was kind and caring. A sweetheart. During those three weeks in the camp you fell in love like the foolish of children, you’ve never felt like that before, when you were with him it was such a different world almost as another universe. So when those three weeks ended, you had to leave. You had to leave back your love for Marcel but you couldn’t, it’d be like cutting out your heart from your chest. Though you found a different solution, you simply changed your school for his, so you could be together again.
“I haven’t changed. I-It wasn’t my fault. I-I had no idea she was thinking about something e-else than studying..” He always stuttered when he was nervous or when the pain was eating up his heart from his chest. When you moved to his school, girls and people in general were surprised of seeing him with a girl as for all these years he was invisible to everyone. Few days ago you went to his place to study together, as you always did, but that time you found Marcel kissing one of those brainless cheerleaders. You couldn’t understand what that stupid blonde was doing there and the most important why Marcel was kissing her?! Sure now that everyone at school started noticing him, you weren’t good enough for him, he needed a girl, who was prettier and more popular than you.
“Marcel, who are you kidding?You’re not that stupid and I’m not neither.” You snapped at him.
“But.. But…” You interrupted him.
“But as a person who left everything for you to be the one and only, I just can’t forgive it. You should’ve stopped on me. I’m sorry.” You closed your locker and the conversation with Marcel, not letting him say any other word, as you walked away to your black range rover. You placed your keys in the ingestion and started the car. Suddenly tears started slowly to form and roll down your cheeks, scratching them and dirtying them with your black mascara. You hadn’t had great relationships in the past years. You weren’t the prettiest girl in the school but neither the ugliest, still guys didn’t pay much attention to you. While Marcel seemed different at first, he made you feel important and loved but well you were wrong. He was exactly as other boys. Just as a prettier girl had showed up, he completely forgot about you and went to kiss her. It hurt. Tears were blurring your vision, but you wiped them quickly away. Suddenly your phone buzzed, drawing your attention on it, away from the road. It took you a second to look at it and at the same time from nowhere a truck ran into you. The car spin and into something hard. Everything went black.
You woke up in a small hospital bed, you looked around finding a crying boy holding your hand.
“I feel so guilty. It was all my fault. I’m so sorry. I just..” You heard him say. As you looked at him, you noticed his red and puffy eyes, his pinkish cheeks scratched and his lower lip trembling as he spoke.
“Lola, you woke up.” He immediately pulled you into a hug, but you didn’t know what to do, so you just sat like that and patted his shoulder, he seemed more disparate and confused than you were.
“I’m so sorry.” He whispered as he buried his face in the crook of your neck.
“For what? What happened?” You asked him.
“I know it was all my fault. I should’ve not let you go.. I-I..” He was overwhelmed by violent sobs, so he covered his face with his hands. He seemed so in pain but you still couldn’t understand what happened to him and why he was apologizing to you.
“I’d like to help you but I have no idea of who you are.” You stated. A shocked expression crossed his face, he adjusted his thick glasses up his nose bridge.
“W-what? B-but… I’m your boyfriend, Marcel..” He stuttered shaking.
“I have never seen you before. And if you were my boyfriend, I’d surely remember you.” You said, becoming a bit scared of this unknown guy, who claimed to be your supposed boyfriend. Before any of you could say anything else, a nurse joined you in the cold, tensed, room.
“Mrs (Y/L/N), I see you feel better..” She smiled but before she could continue, Marcel interrupted her.
“She doesn’t remember me..” Marcel almost yelled, clutching his fists, trying not to let the tears fall down.
“She’s on a really strong painkiller, as you might see she doesn’t feel anything of what she should’ve been feeling. The amnesia is just temporally. I’m sure in some days, everything’s gonna be alright.” She gave Marcel a reassuring smile and walked away leaving you again with the stranger in complete silence. It was true you didn’t feel anything, you just saw all those bandages and bruises all over your body but no pain, no strong distressing feelings, nothing just complete emptiness in your mind.
“I-I’m Marcel.” He mumbled quietly. You shook his hand, even if you weren’t really convinced. You felt a bit uncomfortable.
“So.. What exactly happened? How we met?” You questioned awkwardly. You didn’t know what to ask or from where to start. He smiled shyly, just a small smirk.
“W-we met in camp…” He started, wiping away the tears that were still wetting his cheeks. You observed this boy with kind of admiration, you started to understand what attracted you to him. His sincere eyes, so beautiful and hypnotizing, his little stutter here and there, the way he adjusted his big glasses and the way his eyebrows got a V form when he got concentrated or concerned. Simple and little things.
“I wish you could remember the beautiful things and forget what I’ve done to you.” He lowered his head playing with fabric of his shirt.
“If relationships had a button that canceled every mistake we make, wouldn’t it be boring, would it?!” You let a small laugh and a little smirk appeared across his face.
The rest of the day you spent talking about what you’ve been through together, the funny stories you shared and other stuff.
Hope you like it;) xoxo
there are two basic types of fans in a bandom
- the kind that likes the band for their music
- the others who started out liking the music but fell in love the musicians as people and would buy the cds even if it was literally four minutes of the bassist blowing raspberries into a microphone