Winter/ Christmas break! Heck yes! who all is excited for Christmas? comment what you want for Christmas:) I am hoping to get a sewing machine but I don't think that's gonna happen.:/
Happy Birthday Louis William Tomlinson!!!!!!!!!!!!! I love you so much and you have no clue. But I'm not gonna start that...
And I want everyone to listen to The Gambler by Fun. In the Aim and Ignite album. It's my favorite song right now, besides Moments of course.
Moments will always be the best song ever written.
Ever.
Stinkin Ed sheeran writing these 1Derful lyrics and making 1D sing them with those angelic voices... okay okay I'm stopping before I start ranting:P.
Okay Enjoy:) Read on, Directioners!! Love you Xx.
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I shove my face into Liam's chest and take a big whiff of him. His cologne reminds me of love. And home. I look up, and I notice he has written "Ky" on his hand, in pen.
I smile and trace it with my fingers. "Are you getting this tattooed, Liam?" I cross my fingers, hoping he will.
"Of course." He grins and picks up his hand to show me better. It is written in black, with curly letters. Like it was a kind of cursive.
"Good." I sink down into Liam's side, satisfied. I notice Paul smiling as he "bodyguarded". "What is it Paulie?" I punch him lightly in his muscular arm and raise my dark eyebrows.
"It's nothing...it’s just...you two will be such great parents." He shrugs and kind of shakes his head. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but you two are...cute." He looks at me over the top of his sunglasses with the most adorable look on his face.
"Thanks, Paulieboo." Liam says jokingly, as Paul looks at him like 'seriously?'. "How is Baby Ava?!" Liam asks excitedly, actually hurting himself sitting up so fast. He puts a strong hand on his ribs, holding them protectively. I put on a frown. He looks at me and sticks his bottom lip out, doing his 'I'm-sad-kiss-it-make-it-better' face.
I kiss my own hand and set it on his hurt ribs. He smiles and kisses my forehead. "Thanks, love it feels so much better now!" he giggles and turns to Paul, who has been waiting patiently for us to finish our little flirty conversation.
"You two lovebirds done?" Paul asks with a smirk. I look down, my face red of embarrassment. He just laughs and continues to tell us about Baby Ava. He gushes, telling us how beautiful she is and every funny thing she has done since they got to take her home (wink wink). I even think I saw a tear roll down his cheek talking about Baby Ava's eyes and laugh and smile. He is really in love.
"And I can't wait for you to have your little one!" he pokes my stomach, "C'mon and-" Liam and I cut him off by singing. "DANCE WITH ME BABAY!" We laugh and Paul shakes his head, giggling at us. “Well, yes that too.” He chuckles, “But I was going to say: C’mon and be born Baby Ky!” He rubs my stomach and even blows Ky a kiss. I lovingly run my hand down Paul’s arm, and then squeeze Liam’s hand tighter.
A few minutes later, we arrive at our home, very tired and very ready. Paul offers to take the backpack that I packed to stay with Liam, back into the house for me.
“Thank you Paul.” I hug him, even though he doesn’t really like hugs. Liam grabs my waist and I hold onto him as we walk inside our welcoming house. Paul sets my bag on the kitchen table, kisses me on the cheek, does this strange hand shake with Liam, then gets back in the van to go home and see his Baby Ava.
“What if Ky and Baby Ava get married?!’ Liam asks excitedly as we walk into our bedroom. He plops down and pulls me with him. I laugh and cuddle with him, our legs intertwined and my hand on his chest. I find a blanket and pull it up to our chins and close my eyes. I move a bit closer as I hear him sing my favorite song.
“Slow down, we’ve got time left to be lazy. All the kids have bloomed from babies and they’re flowers in our eyes. We’ve got 50 good years left to spend out it in the garden I don’t mind to beg your pardon we should live…until we die.” He strokes my hair and continues singing as I feel myself drift away into the deepest sleep I have had in several days. All the muscles in my body relax while he gets quieter and quieter with his singing.
“And to think that I nearly lost you. When the doctors tried to take you away.” I feel his comforting hand move a piece of black hair away from my eyes. He eventually just starts humming the rest of “The Gambler” by Fun. It makes me smile, knowing that he remembers its my favorite. My mind shuts down, and I eventually begin to dream.
At first, its Liam and me, holding hands at a One Direction concert. And even though he is in the stands with me, he is also on stage singing. The man up on stage singing does not look like Liam, but it’s meant to be him. We dance and sing all night and the dream turns to us at home. He is making dinner and I am really REALLY pregnant. He comes over and holds my stomach and smiles. He eventually starts crying. I put my hand on his head and ask him. “What’s wrong, love?” And I’m not sure if that’s where the dream ended or that’s all I remember but I don’t find out what’s wrong.
I wake up and Liam isn’t crying. He is still sound asleep, looking as beautiful as ever. I run my finger along his jaw line and across his lips, feeling every curve of his face. His eyes peel open and he whispers in a gravely voice, “I love you.”
I kiss him and tell him about my dream. He raises his eyebrows and looks concerned.
“That’s strange that one. I don’t know…” his voice trails off but he eventually continues his sentence, “I’m sure it’s nothing to worry about babe.”
“I sure hope not…” He kisses me re-assuringly and sings me to sleep once more.
“We moved to Arizona to save our only son. And now he’s grown into a man, though he thinks just like his mother. He believes we’re all just lovers, he sees hope in everyone.” I look at him and he smiles.
“I hope we can describe our son that way.” He looks at my mouth as I talk and smiles.
“I do too.”
I flacking love The Gambler I literally want everyone in the world to listen to this. I want this to be life very badly.
I hope you enjoy this chapterJ I liked itJ
Even though my brother is making fun of me for writing a fanfiction-_- whatever.
Ya gotta love em! Liam James Payne holy crap.
So ya’ll guess what! My friend NataLee and I only need $160 more and we get to MEET ONE DIRECTION. YOU HAVE NO CLUE IM GONNA PEE MY PANTS. Okay sorry, Merry Christmas. Love youXx
