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35 Reasons Why Larry Stylinson is Real (26/35)

↣ admitting their love for each other.

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letyourimaginationsfly:

OMGOMGOMG, UNFFFF

Niall fucking Horan. You are a perfect human being in every single way.

fiveboyfriends:

this is precious omg

(Source: the-charming-type)

1dsexualfrustrations:

You sat on the windowsill watching the rain cascade down. The sky was a lifeless grey. The sound of water droplets hitting the pavement was loud in your ears. You knew it was still a while until your boyfriend, Harry, would be back home. You had cleaned the entire house, showered and…

youdontknow-yourbeautiful:

True Love Never Dies

 I awoke with a start, panting and out of breath. I reached out my arms, wanting nothing more than to feel the softness of her skin, the familiar warmth of her body as she pulled me into her arms, telling me that it was okay, that it was all just a nightmare. A horrible nightmare. But as much as I hoped that this morning would be different, that this morning it really would be a nightmare, the spot beside me where she used to lay was empty. The sheets cold and stiff. The scent of her perfume no longer engulfed my senses as I buried my head in her pillow. I laid there, going over every detail of her, as I did every morning. I remember the exact shade of her light brown hair, how every summer she would get more freckles on her nose, the softness of her lips as she kissed me every night before bed, the way her small hand fit perfectly into mine. I could never let myself forget.

I got out of bed and looked at the calendar. December 19^th. That was the date today. I went over to our closet…my closet now, and skimmed my hand over her clothes. She always wanted to look proper, but she could have been wearing anything and I still would have thought she was the most beautiful girl in the world. I glanced over at my dresser, pictures of her scattered everywhere. I walked over and picked up a picture of the two of us. I didn’t deserve her. This was all my fault. Anger boiled up inside me as I took all my frustrations out at the mirror across from me.

Pain was all I could feel as my hand and the carpet beneath me became covered in blood. The pain, coupled with the guilt and sadness that I’d been feeling for the past year came rushing to me at once, and I sat there and I cried.

After I had composed myself I went to the kitchen to make breakfast. I looked through the cupboards when finally I found what I wanted.

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The smell of coffee beans and bacon permeated the early summer air as I walked into the small café nearest my apartment. I had time before my classes started so I grabbed a table. I pulled out my criminal law notes and went over them as I waited for someone to take my order.

“Hello sir, what can I get for you today?” asked the waitress.

“Can I just have a strong coffee with… bacon and eggs please.”

“Okay, your order will be ready shortly,” she said before she left.

I began looking over my notes again when I felt a splash of burning liquid across my chest. My notes were smeared with cream cheese from a bagel.

“Oh my goodness, I am so sorry! I’m such a klutz. Here let me help clean that up,” piped up a different waitress. “Oh no, are those your notes for school?” she said, hoping that they weren’t.

I looked up at her and man, she was something else. She was beautiful in every way. “Yeah they are, but its okay, now I have an excuse not to study.” I said with a smirk.I don’t like law much, I’d rather be making music, but my parents were adamant that I have a real career. “I don’t enjoy law so this could have been a blessing.”

She seemed relieved. “Oh, well that makes me feel a bit better,” she said as she continued to clean her mess.

There is something about her, about those green eyes that make me want to really know her.

“I’m Zayn.”

She blushed a little. “Laila.”

“I like that name.”

She smiled, but then said, frowning, “I’m sorry about this, but I have to get back to work.” She turned to leave, but I couldn’t let her go.

“Wait! Laila! Uhm, do you want to grab some coffee when your shift is over?”

She looked a bit hesitant, but then said with a smile, “My shift ends at 1,” before turning on her heal and leaving me, smirking there like an idiot.

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I put a bagel in the toaster and put the pot of coffee on. I sat down with my head in my hands. When the bagel popped out of the toaster I got up and spread cream cheese on one half, and peanut butter on the other. It was quirky and unusual, but Laila loved it. I ate my bagel in silence, reminiscing.

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I threw on a pair of jeans and a comfy tee before I hopped in my car and drove to pick up Laila. For our first date I went full out in a suit and tie, but she laughed and told me that she preferred a more casual look. I love that about her, how she is so chill and down to earth. She’s a simple girl.

This would be our third date, and I don’t know what the norm is, but I’m going to ask her to be my girlfriend. I swear she is the perfect girl for me.

I pulled up in her driveway. She came rushing out, wearing a summer dress with her hair up. My heart was pounding in my chest. She was so beautiful.

“Hey you,” she said as she hopped in and kissed my cheek. I blushed.

“Hey, want me to lower the roof on this?” I asked.

She nodded her head yes, “Please do, I love the feeling of being free as the wind is rushing through my hair,” she said with a laugh.

I lowered the roof and she turned the radio on. I started driving when Free Falling by John Mayer started playing.

“I love this song!” we both said in unison.

She started laughing her sweet laugh and I couldn’t help but join in. I grabbed her hand as we belted out every word of the song.

I was taking her to the amusement park on the other side of town.

“Can we ride the big rollercoaster?” She begged when we got there.

I hesitated. I didn’t want her to know that I was scared of rollercoaster’s, but honestly, at that moment, I would do anything she wanted. “Sure, lets go.”

We waited in line for about an hour before we were getting into the cart and buckling up our seatbelts. I felt like I was going to be sick.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

I only nodded my head, afraid that if I spoke I would vomit.

“Oh my god! Are you scared of rollercoaster’s?” she laughed.

Great, she wont want to date a wuss like me, I thought. Instead she grabbed my hand and said, “Hold my hand the entire time, and you will be okay,” before kissing my cheek.

The cart started moving, and before I knew it we were going up so high, getting ready for the huge drop.

She looked over at me and smiled, distracting me, and before I knew it we were speeding down the coaster, and I started screaming. She laughed and started screaming too. The rest wasn’t so bad, but I was gripping her hand so hard I felt as if I was hurting her.

When we arrived back at the port she was laughing. She undid both our seatbelts and hopped out of the cart.

“Its not funny,” I stated as I got out. She hugged me and I could smell the scent of her flowery perfume.

“I’m sorry, its just, you’re cute when you scared,” she sniggered.

“Well, don’t get used to it, because I’m rarely scared,” I said with a smile, trying to act manly. How could I be mad at her?

She laughed and pulled me towards the exit. I felt it was about the right time to ask her, so I took her to the ferris wheel. It was so high that you could see the whole city from the top.

I held her hand, and we looked out at the world around us, mesmerized by the bright lights contrasting against the dark sky. When we reached the top I turned to her and said “Laila, I don’t know if this is too early to ask, but I really like you. I like you and I want to be with you.“ I was scared, not of asking her, because I wanted this more than anything, but of what her response would be. “Will you be my girlfriend?”

The red flew to her cheeks instantly as I saw the widest smile grace her face. “I was hoping you would ask me that. Of course Zayn, yes!” She wrapped her arms around my neck and I pulled back, looking into her eyes. The green sparkled and she looked truly happy.

I lowered my face towards hers. This would be our first kiss. I was unsure of how it would be. But when our lips met, the spark was undeniable. From that moment on, nothing could stop me from falling hopelessly in love with her.

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I finished my breakfast and turned on the television. The news said it would be a bitterly cold day with heavy snowfall. On this day one year ago, the weather network said the exact same thing. I quickly changed the channel to sports.

After awhile I just wasn’t feeling it anymore so I decided to go up and take a shower. I grabbed a towel and turned on the tap. I hoped in and let the hot water run over my back, releasing the tension and stress that had been there since I woke up. I stayed in the shower until my skin shrivelled. I got out and dried myself off. I let the towel fall to the floor as I plopped myself down on our bed. I smirked, this bed holds some…amazing memories.

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We ran inside, water dripping onto the hardwood. It was pouring outside, but Laila insisted we go dancing in the rain, so that’s just what we did.

She shut the door and turned to me, smiling and laughing and full of joy.

“That was fun,” she said as she wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her soft lips against my own. Her lips were wet but I didn’t care.

I walked over to the couch and pulled her on my lap. “Can you believe that we’ve been together for a year?” I whispered.

“I know, best year of my life,” she said as she smiled into my lips.

“I don’t know where I’d be if I hadn’t met you. Probably still going to law school and doing something that I hated.” I said as I massaged her back.

She nuzzled her head into the crook of my neck, “It feels like only yesterday that you asked me to be your girlfriend. I was so happy. Only three dates and I already liked you so much.” I could feel her breath on my neck as she shivered, cold.

She looked so pure and innocent cuddled up against me. She looked up into my eyes. She is so perfect. Her eyes sparkling and alight with joy. He long light brown hair tickled my hand and as it rested on the small of her back. Her freckles so prominent in the light. Right then I realized that I this is where I wanted her to be forever.

“I love you Laila,” I whispered for the first time, looking into her green orbs.

She moved her face so it was inches from mine, breathing hard. She planted small, sweet kisses starting from my jaw up to my lips. She pulled away, letting our eyes meet once again.

“I love you too,” she said softly. Then more loudly, “I love you Zayn, forever.”

This time when she pressed her lips against mine, I felt a fire and a deep yearning that I hadn’t felt before. She pushed her body against my own,

“Take me upstairs,” she whispered into my ear. She wrapped her legs around my waist as I held her and stood up. I made my way upstairs as she planted hot kisses all up my neck. I slammed the bedroom door shut behind us and I gently laid her down on the bed. I took off her shirt and stared at her body, hungrily. I moved on top of her, and she slid her hands up my chest. She kissed me as she put my hands on her breasts. I moved them to her back and unclasped her lace bra. I palmed her breasts feverously. She lifted my shirt over my head and moved her hands down to my jeans and undid the button. She unzipped them and I pulled them off. I brought her on top of me as I moved my hands to her shorts and slid them down. She kissed down my chest and toyed with the top of my boxer briefs. She took hold of them with her mouth and tugged them down. She massaged my member, slowly, teasing me. She pressed her lips against mine again, as I moved my hands up her thighs and rested them on the elastic of her underwear. She kissed me harder, begging me to take them off. So I did. I threw them off the bed and moved on top of her again.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked.

She stared into my eyes and smiled. “Yes,” was all she whispered before she kissed me one more time.

I placed my hands on her hips and adjusted myself to a comfortable position. I slowly slid myself into her, trying not to hurt her. She nuzzled her head into my neck, trying, but not succeeding, to muffle her moans. I continued, slowly at first, but after, faster, sliding myself inside her. I moved her hips with mine as I felt her hands dig into my shoulders. I was getting hot, and I knew that my finish would come soon. But I wanted her to feel it. This was for her. So I moved my hand down and rubbed small circles on her clit with my thumb as I pushed myself harder inside her. She tensed up, her legs quivering. She moaned my name as she reached her climax. I moved faster, as I finished shortly after, inside her.

I rolled off her, letting myself come down from my high. She rested her head against my chest, her breathe hot as I ran my fingers through her hair.

I looked at her, she was so beautiful, as she fell asleep on my chest.

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I closed my eyes, just wanting to feel her beside me again. I need to go see her, I thought. I got dressed and pulled on my jacket. I went around the corner to the little flower shop and bought a dozen daisies. Her favourite. I started down the road at a slow pace. She was close enough that I could walk to see her. I turned down a side street, taking the long way.

All I saw as I looked around was snow. Snow covering the rooftops, the houses, the cars, and the street. The tragedy came rushing back to me, hitting me like a tonne of bricks.

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December 19^th. The day my life would change forever.

I opened the top drawer of my dresser and pulled out the small black box. I opened it and was staring down at a diamond ring, with the words “I love you forever” engraved on the inside. It had been about 5 years since me and Laila first started dating, and I didn’t want to wait any longer to ask her to be mine forever. I wanted to take her back to the amusement park where we had our first date and ask her at the top of the ferris wheel, but it was November and it was too cold for that.

But Laila loved how the city looked when it was covered in snow. So I am going to take her to the top of the mountain about 45 minutes away from her house and as she stares out into the city, I’ll propose. She likes simple things. So it has to be simple, but perfect.

I grabbed my gloves and threw on my coat and toque and tucked the little box into my inside coat pocket. I got into my car and rubbed my hands together, trying to keep warm. I was so nervous. Laila is the love of my life, what if she says no?

 ”No. She wont say no. She loves me.” I murmured to myself. I put the car to drive and made my way to her house. I went up to her doorstep and rang the bell.

Her dad came and answered the door and greeted me with a handshake and a smile. He knew what was happening tonight and I honestly think he wanted her to say yes just as much as I did.

Laila came running down the stairs, already dressed in her winter attire. She came to the door and her dad wrapped his arm around her shoulder. When I looked at her I felt like my heart had stopped. She was so breathtaking.

“You look beautiful,” I told her, and by god she did. Laila had finally grown into herself. When we first met she still looked like a teenager, but now, 5 years later, she looks like the beautiful young women that I will forever love.

She cut her hair a month ago, she said it was getting too long and she wanted a change. Now it was curly and hung just past her shoulders. I liked her hair either way. She was taller and she filled herself in a lot. But the one thing that stayed the same was her eyes. They were still green and alive with joy. At least whenever she was with me. That made me happy, knowing that she was truly happy when we were together. I hope her eyes never change.

“Thank you,” she responded. She got on her tip toes and kissed her dad on the cheek. “I’ll see you later.”

He hugged her and said “Have a good night sweetie.”

She walked out and grabbed my hand. As we started walking to the car she turned around and yelled out, “Love you daddy!”

I opened her side door and closed it behind her. I hoped into the drivers side and buckled my seatbelt.

“It’s s-so cold,” she shivered.

I turned to her, and took both of her hands in mine. I brought them up to my mouth and blew into them, trying to warm her up.

“I love you,” she said.

I kissed her hands. “I love you too.”

She smiled at me and kissed my cheek. “So Zayn, where are we going?”

“You’ll see,” I said as I started up the car again.

I turned on the radio as we started driving, and oddly enough, ‘Free Falling’ by John Mayer was playing. I guess it didn’t mean much to her, but I took it as a sign that tonight would go well.

We started belting out the tune, like we had that day 5 years ago.

“Free! Free falli-”

Our voices turned to screams as we were hit from behind and went skidding into the busy intersection.

She was crying, clearly scared. “Hey, Laila. Are you alright?”

She wiped her eyes and nodded yes.

I kissed her and took her into my arms. “Its okay baby, were okay.”

My breathe caught in my throat as I looked outside her window, and saw a car coming full speed with no control, right at us.

I put my hand in my coat pocket, desperate to ask what I’d wanted to for so long. Desperate to tell her what I’d planned on telling her at the top of the mountain. Desperate to tell her I loved her one more time, before we were thrown back and life as I’d known it had changed forever.

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I had ended up outside the gates of the cemetery in no time. I pushed open the gates and walked through the gravestones, trying to find hers. After looking for about 10 minutes, I saw it.

In loving memory of Laila Daisy Owens.

I fell to my knees by her gravestone. I didn’t know what to do, what to say to her. I placed the flowers down on her grave.

“I’m sorry,” was all I whispered.

The wind rustled the branches of the near-by trees, and the snow fell.

“I’m so, so sorry,” I said as a sob caught in my throat.

I put my head in my hands, sat there and cried. After what felt like hours I started talking to her again.

“I have so much to say to you Laila, but I just don’t know how. But I have to start with apologizing. I’m sorry that I had to take you out a year ago, even though I knew the weather was horrible. I just couldn’t wait. I’m sorry that its my fault that you didn’t get to live past the age of 26. I’m sorry for taking you out on our first date. If I hadn’t then you would still be here right now.”

“But I-I am just so god damn sorry for not visiting you, not even once, since the accident. I just couldn’t bring myself to come and see you here, when I’m the reason that you are here in the first place. I couldn’t bring myself to believe that this was all real. But it is, and I would hate myself even more than I already do if I didn’t come visit you.” I wiped my nose and looked down.

I reached my hand into my coat pocket and pulled out a small black box.

“Laila, on this day a year ago, I thought my life was going to change forever…that you would make me the happiest man on earth. But it ended up being the worst day of my life. I ended up loosing you. But I had been planning that day for months. I loved you Laila, and I still love you, more than anything else in the world.” I paused.

“I was going to ask you to marry me, Laila. I wanted to start a life with you, a family. I never pictured life without you, because that wasn’t an option. I had so much to say to you a year ago, but I have even more to say to you now.” I cleared my throat, unsure of how to begin.

“Laila Daisy, we met in a little café at the corner of Fifth Street and I had no idea that after I met you my life would change forever. That I would fall so helplessly in love with you. I swear it was a month after we met that I realized that love. I just didn’t have it in me to say it out loud so soon. Before I met you I was lost and unhappy. I didn’t want to be in law school, I wanted to be more than that. You showed me that was okay. You taught me to follow my dreams. You made me a better person.” I was crying again.

“I was looking at a house right in the heart of the city, and I was going to buy it right after you said yes to being my wife. After the accident though, I couldn’t buy it. I only wanted to live there with you. So I’m still living in my little flat, where we made so many great memories.”

“You have no idea how amazing you were. How beautiful. Even when you were upset or angry at me, I could never be angry at you. How could I be angry at the person that I loved more than life itself?” I was sobbing again but I had to continue.

“This year has honestly been hell without you, and its even worse knowing that you’re gone because of me. I don’t know what to do anymore.”

I was starting to get angry. “I don’t know how to live without you Laila! You weren’t supposed to leave me! We were supposed to grow old together! We were supposed to spend forever together…” I whispered, defeated.

“I love you Laila, and everything that I do is for you. But I cant live anymore without you. My heart belonged to you…and now that your gone…there’s nothing keeping me alive.”

I kissed the ring and placed it on her grave.

“But it wont be long until I see you again.” I whispered as I stood up and walked away.

When I got home I went straight up to the bathroom. I opened the cabinet above the sink and pulled out a bottle of pills.

I guess I’d been planning on doing this for awhile now. Life was just getting too hard. But I didn’t know what I would feel as I downed the bottle.

There was no going back now. Not that I even wanted to. Life without her was nothing.

I quickly scribbled a note for my family, saying how sorry I was and explaining myself. I left if on the bathroom counter.

Very suddenly I feel to my knees, drowsiness overcoming my entire being.

This doesn’t hurt one bit, I thought as I lay down on the cold ceramic of the bathroom floor.

Everything I do is for you Laila, I thought before my eyes closed and the darkness engulfed me entirely.

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I looked down at my body, unmoving on the bathroom floor. I felt something beside me. I looked and I saw her. She was standing there watching over me, waiting. She’s always been watching over me, I realized that now.

Oddly enough, even in death, her eyes were the same. Green and bright, and alight with joy.

“I love you,” I whispered.

She grabbed my hand and smiled, “I love you forever.” She said as we floated off into our eternity together.

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you’re too cute

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Chapter 1

I lay in his arms. His touch felt so wrong to my skin, but that was nothing new. “I love you.” He whispered sensually into my ear. I winced at his hot breath against my neck. I felt gross as he wrapped his arms around me. Regardless to my internal thoughts, I muttered, “I love you too.” There was truly nothing wrong with Giovanni. He was lovely, and he loved me whole heartedly. Maybe that’s why his touch felt so wrong to me. I didn’t feel the same. Once upon a time, maybe I did…That’s what I tell myself anyways. “Manda, I am so myself when I am with you.” Giovanni inched closer, closing any space between them. “I have to go to work.” I looked for any excuse to get away from Giovanni’s toxic touch. Giovanni frowned, clearly disappointed. “Ugh, you work so often.” He whined. I felt my blood boil. I have to work very hard for what I want. I work two jobs and spend extensive amounts of time studying to be a journalist. Giovanni had never had to work hard a day of his life. His parents supported him financially, even though he was 22 years old. “I’m sorry my parents don’t pay for my every move.” I spat venomously. “Shit Manda, not this again.” Giovanni rolled his eyes. This was not the first time I had cracked with anger at his ignoramus attitude. He had no idea what it was like being 20, just under working class, with burning ambition that was brighter than a thousand hot suns. “You don’t fucking understand anything Giovanni.” I declared. “Why don’t you call me when you’re done being a bitch about this crap again.” Giovanni said, trying to end the conversation. “This crap?” I was brimming on hysteria. “This CRAP? This is my life Giovanni. Unlike you, I have ambitions, I have goals and dreams. I work hard for what I get. You do nothing!” I screamed. “Get out. When you’ve got your issues sorted out you’re more than welcome to come back, if not, don’t bother.” Giovanni looked torn as those words escaped his mouth. “Then I will collect my things tonight, because I refuse to spend another night with YOU.” I yelled. Something inside of me felt relieved. Maybe this was a self induced fight. Who knows? All I knew was that I felt good as I stormed out of the apartment and the cool air whipped my skin.
I then looked at my watch. SHIT! I thought. I was so late to work. I started into a sprint, thankful to be wearing my TOMS instead of heels. I dashed the avenues of Doncaster and arrived to work out, disheveled and out of breath.
“You’re late!” Called my boss Angelica, even though I knew she didn’t mind.
“Sorry! Giovanna and I were in a fight and…Well now we’re over!” I called back, smiling with delight.
“Ugh! Finally!” Angelica said, exasperated. Not only was she my boss, but one of my closest mates and confident.
“I know!” I explained the whole story to her as I put my apron on and prepared coffee. Angelica owned and ran a quaint and adorable café, on the west end of Doncastor. It wasn’t popular, but it certainly wasn’t going to run out of business any time soon. At only 21 Angelica had made her dreams reality. I was so inspired by her vicious ambition.
Angelica was beautiful. She was very short, standing at 4”10. She had a wild mane of beautiful, deep orange cork screw curls, which hung down to the small of her back. Her skin was white as snow, contrasting oddly with her deep brown eyes. She had a tight, curvy body most girls would die for, due to the fact that she was always on her feet working. Her glorified looks were almost as amazing as her personality. Angelica had fire. She was kind and caring but she had no problems expressing her opinions, even if it’s not what you wanted to hear. She was brave and unafraid of being hurt in relationships, regardless to her past experiences. She was ambitious, starting her own business a year prior at the young age of 20 and single-handedly taking on the responsibility of it. I loved her for it. She was everything that I wanted to be. She was beautiful, smart, funny, talented and she knew what she wanted, and she went for it.
“Alright Baby Cakes,” Angelica instructed. “Go out and win me some loyal customers!” She winked.
“What else would I do?” I asked jokingly.
I left the kitchen area and was welcomed by a few regulars that I recognized and couple new comers. I smiled at Sally, who always came Tuesdays and Thursday for a cream cheese bagel with a tea. She would sit down with the paper and read the headlines, but not the whole newspaper. She would never eat the last three bites of her bagel and would finish the tea on the run. I waved to Joe, a hefty man of around 40. He was a super-regular, coming every morning at the same time. He would joke with me and pretend to order outrageous things, but when it all came down to it, he would order his ‘usual’, the meat lovers’ platter, two eggs, a glass of orange juice and a coffee. I glanced over at the last costumer I recognized. Her name was Delilah. She was my favourite. She was bleach blonde, with pin straight hair that hung to her tailbone. She had piercing, ice-blue eyes that always looked slightly downtrodden. She was very thin, but it looked becoming on her. Her freckles sprinkled out across her nose and cheeks, adding even more perfection to her. I think what fascinated me most about her was that she was mysterious. She couldn’t have been older than I, but certainly not younger. She never said much to me, unlike Joe and Sally, who were very chatty. She was never rude though. She always greeted me with a friendly smile. She never ordered the same thing. Clearly, she fascinated me.
I hopped around, taking peoples orders and sharing pleasantries with them, but I couldn’t prevent my gaze from falling on Delilah. She looked deep in concerned concentration. Her eyes focused too hard on the stirring of her tea. I couldn’t resist going to her table. “Is everything good?” I asked, pretending to be talking about her food.
“It’s delicious as always. Thank you Amanda.” She smiled and looked away, clearly not wanting to talk to me.
“Sorry to bother you, Delilah, but are you okay love? You look awfully down.” I couldn’t help but pry. I told myself I would have done the same to Joe or Sally, but I know it’s not true. There was something about Delilah.
“Life is just so complicated and…It really sucks.” Delilah looked as if she were about to cry.
I made a signal to Angela as she peered out the kitchen to me. The signal was to mean, ‘BREAK TIME!’ Angela rolled her eyes, annoyed but also curious. I sat down at the table with Delilah. “What do you mean?” I asked, wanting to get to the bottom of this girls problems.
“My ex-husband and I are supposed to meet for tea here in…” She looked at her watch, “10 minutes. I haven’t seen him in three months and I have no idea what to say to him!”
I sputtered on my own words. “You were…You were married?!”
“Yes, for two years. I got married right out of school. It seemed like such a romantic idea. Just two kids who had fallen in love and were willing to give up everything for each other.” Delilah thought dreamily to herself. “Unfortunately he, Louis, didn’t feel the same. We started to fight about aspirations and dreams. We wanted different things…He wanted different things.” Delilah finished with a defeated sigh.
I was taken aback at how similar Delilah’s problems were to mine. I mean, I hadn’t married Giovanni, but I had been with him for so long. We both wanted different things. I realized I should say something. “Do you still love him?” I asked. Really? Out of anything to say, I went with that?
Delilah didn’t seem phased though. She furrowed her brows, clearly thinking deeply about my question. “Yes.” She answered finally.
“So why don’t you get him back?” I asked. I didn’t know her, but for some reason, I wanted to smack this man that left her across the face…With a brick. Was he insane?
“When you love someone set them free.” Delilah quoted. “As much as I love him, I know I make him unhappy. He wants to travel, see the world, change people for the better. I just want to settle down, start a family and be happy.” Delilah confided in me.
“Maybe it was for the best.” I say. This is probably was the wrong thing to say, but it was honest. “Two people who want different things shouldn’t be together. Look Delilah, you will have no problems finding someone else. You are beautiful, clearly smart and thoughtful.” I told her.
“Maybe…” Delilah sighed. She looked away from me out the window. I knew this was my key to leave. I got up and looked at her, willing that she look at me. She obliged. “I hope everything turns out just the way you need it to.” I wished she knew how genuine I was being.
“Thank you Amanda.” She said politely before turning to look out the window again.
I walked away, my heart pounding. I mean, I had just shared a deep, telling conversation with my most mysterious costumer. Wow. I thought. I am excited about talking with a costumer. Waitressing has really changed my goals in life. I snorted at my own thoughts. I mean…I was hilarious.
As soon as I got to the kitchen Angelica attacked me with questions. “Oh my god! What did she say? Is she a verified psycho? It’s not fair for someone to be that beautiful, I have she’s crazy.” I laughed out loud at Angelica’s psychotic inquiries.
“Shut up!” I said, almost defensive of Delilah, even though Angelica was only joking. “Delilah is lovely.”
“Ugh, that is just awful.” Angelica said with an eye roll. Clearly she was hoping for a crazed story, revealing the inner demons of the seeming angel.
I smiled and then picked up the plates I needed. I cruised around with a grace that dancers would be jealous of. As I served others and engaged them in pleasant conversation, I repeatedly glanced over towards Delilah. She still sat alone. Her eyes were very large now. It was clear she was doing everything she could not to cry. Her phone buzzed and she seemed jolted. She answered it and her mouth pursed into a thin line. I couldn’t help but draw nearer to listen into what she was saying. I missed almost the entire conversation except the last bit. “Alright, see you in two.” She replied coldly.
This was surreal. I mean, I was going to have another clue about this mysterious girls life. I was going to see her ex-HUSBAND. I should really take up a hobby. I thought pathetically to myself. It was actually sad that I was dedicating so much time over this girl. No, it wasn’t sad, it was psychotic. This is what psychopaths did. Just as I was clearing cups and saucers from tables, I saw a man walk in. He was beautiful. He was tall, wearing a nautical polo shirt and red tight pants. My heart nearly melted when I saw his TOMS. THIS is the man of my dreams. I thought creepily to myself. He sauntered in. He had beautiful posture. Ah, this explains so much, he is definitely gay. I consoled myself with this thought until I saw him walk over to Delilah’s table. She stood up and wrapped her thin arms around his neck. He half-heartedly put one hand to her hip and she buried her face in his shoulder. They pulled away and I watched, forgoing subtly, outright staring. I am almost positive my nostrils were flared with creeper excitement. It was so dramatic. I felt almost as if I were watching a soap opera.
As they sat down together, I couldn’t help but intervene…I mean it was my job to greet and serve new costumers. I walked up to their table and said, “Hi there, I’m Manda, can I get you anything today?” Of course, this wasn’t directed towards Delilah, but whom she referred to as Louis.
He smiled a very sweet, genuine smile. My heart nearly flew out of my chest. Up close I noticed his piercing blue eyes, the soft stubble growing on his face, his bow shaped lips and his whiter than snow, straight smile. “I’m Louis.” He joked. “And I will take a Yorkshire tea, please.” Ugh, just add polite onto this wonderful list of reasons as to why he should be my husband.
“Coming right up, Louis.” I said, putting extra emphasis on his name.
“Excellent, Manda.” Louis gave me a wink. I seriously felt as if a celebrity and I just had sex.
I nearly ran to the kitchen to prepare Louis’ tea. “Don’t trip over yourself!” Angelica almost peed herself she was laughing so hard, knowing immediately why I was darting about. I was very careful to prepare his tea, “just so.” I walked carefully back, balancing the hot tea and saucer on the palm of my hand.
“For you.” I said as I placed the tea on the table.
“Ah, you are an angel, babe.” Louis said, clearly needing tea for the upcoming conversation.
My face flushed to an unbecoming shade of red. “Is there anything else I can get you?” I asked.
“Yeah, some privacy.” Snapped Delilah. I felt my skin turn purple I was so embarrassed.
“God, you are being such a bitch. That was so rude.” Louis said. “Sorry love.” He apologized to me.
This time it was Delilah’s turn to turn bright red. “Sorry.” She rolled her eyes as she gave me an insincere apology. Regardless of her horrible mood, she was still my favourite. What can you do? I thought. Once a favourite, always a favourite.
I left the two in “private”, but not so alone that I couldn’t hear their every word. I pretended to busy myself with cleaning the tables but I was really focused on the conversation between Louis and Delilah.
“Delilah, you need to get your stuff out of my apartment. I need to rent the place out, it costs to much money for just me.” Louis reasoned with her.
“But if I move my stuff out, this becomes real…” Delilah was getting tearful.
“This IS real. We’re divorced, you need to pack up your stuff and bring it to your place. I need money Lilah. I go to Uni, I need that money DESPERATELY.” Louis seemed harsh, but realistic at the same time.
“I just never imagined us ending. I am having such a hard time without you.” Delilah was crying now.
Louis looked away for Delilah’s tear stained face. “Lilah, you know you will always be my special girl, my best friend and my confident but we will never go back to a couple, or husband or wife. We want different things.”
“YOU want different things. I want you. That’s all I’ve ever wanted and it’s all I ever will want.” Delilah was in hysteric sobs.
“You think you want me, but you just haven’t allowed yourself to move on.” I nodded my head as Louis said this, feeling as if he was right.
“You don’t know anything.” Delilah was indignant. She whipped her chair back, slapped Louis across the face and stormed out of the café.
I ran to Louis side, no longer caring if he knew I was eavesdropping. I was more concerned about his well being. “Dear God, are you okay?!” I nearly screamed.
Louis hand was to his face. “Yeah, I guess I had that coming.” He muttered.
“No one, and I do mean NO ONE deserves to be hit.” I told him. “Here, let me get you a cold towel to cool it down.”
“Thank you so much.” Louis sounded genuinely thankful.
I ran to the kitchen and grabbed an icy cold towel. Angelica ran towards me, her crazed curls bouncing every which way. “YOU GET A BREAK! TELL ME EVERYTHING AFTER!” She shrieked before she pushed me out of the kitchen. I stumbled out, holding the freezing towel arms distance away, smiling like a baboon.
“Here you go.” I placed the iced towel on his irritated face. Louis winced, but let out a sigh of relief.
“I have never met a waitress that takes so much care.” Louis looked me dead in the eye. That’s when it happened, and I KNOW he felt it too. There was a spark shared between us. My heart was racing; I swear he could hear as it beat out of my chest. I watched as his breath caught in his lungs.
I shook my head. This was just silly…But it wasn’t. It didn’t feel silly to me. For the first time in a long time, something felt real to me, and when an opportunity like that arises, you don’t just pass it up.

One Direction at Rainbow Hospice

(Source: blamestyles)