( ( slow updates ) ) Five years have passed since your wedding day, you now live happily with your husband, Dan, and your two beautiful daughters. Everything seems perfect - but, of course, nothing lasts forever. You tried your hardest to forget all of the unforgettable memories, but your broken past only comes back to haunt you...

Moving to London, finally. New people, new home, new life. You can forget all of your problems back in North America, with the help of someone special... _____________ Forewarning: I wrote this story many years ago, so I apologize for all the spelling mistakes, grammar issues and the overall overused plot. My writing has since improved, but I'd rather not edit and correct all these things for the sake of looking back on how much I've grown and changed, writing-wise. Thanks for your understanding!

"Didn't you wait for me?" "How long was a I meant to wait?" His eyes narrowed "Cause you sure took a long fucking time" --------------------------------------------------------------------- Time flew quickly at home, your time spent occupied with essays and exams, all of them piling up over your head, so much so you barely had time to think about him... But he always seemed to manage to slip into the slightest crevice or break in your mind, a picture of his smile distracting you from work. His chocolate eyes making you crave his touch. And his soft sweet pale lips making you dream of fond distant memories you longed to relive. 6 months. A year. Time seemed effortless with Daniel Howell. ---- Everything comes crashing down when (Name) returns from Australia, seeing the love of her life right before her eyes, break down, like she had down only a year beforehand. SEQUEL TO HOPELESS - READ THAT ONE FIRST SLOW UPDATES 1 - Hopeless Spin off - Friction 2 - Hopeful

"I'm sorry," he began, stepping forward "I couldn't say this over the phone. I couldn't. I just... I was so happy!" Your face fell, you were sitting here, dreading everything you had ever done, and he was happy. "When you told me, my heart stopped, I - I couldn't speak... I love you (Name.) and I couldn't tell you that, without wanting to touch you, to hold you, to make you mine, and just... just look at you." He sighed, his cheeks beet red, your own matching him style. TRIGGER WARNING TRIGGER WARNING PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE EASILY TRIGGERED, WILL HATE, OR ARE SENSTIVE TO TOPICS INVOLVING DEPRESSION/ANXIETY #2 Dan #10 YOUTUBE