I’ve tried. I just get stuck after Liam, no matter how many breaks I take. - Cam

Every time I try and work on one, I can’t get past Liam. - Cam

Thank you very much! - Cam

Thank you very much. Hahah love you too!

I just really do not have time, at all, right now. For about the next week I’m about to head over heels in just… lots of freaking stuff. So. Meh. 

After that, then, you all can have me back. Promise! - Cam

I don’t know. My life is just getting crazier right now, so probably not for another week or so. I haven’t heard from Rachel in a while either. 

I know you all miss them. I miss writing a lot too, but, it breaks down to pass my classes and get some sleep or write preferences. So, yeah.

Plus, people just keep unfollowing, which doesn’t motivate me to write at all. - Cam

You’re my favorite :) Haha. Thank you for being understand and so sweet. You keep being awesome too. - Cam

Thank you :) And I will soon. - Cam

The Moment (Your POV)

Liam: Your head is on his chest. Your legs are tangled with his. His fingers are softly running through your hair to relax you, to make you calm down, to make you stop crying. But you can’t, not just yet. Everything they were saying about you hurt too much to stop crying now after you held it all in for months. “It’s okay, angel,” Liam tells you, his voice barely above a whisper. That’s all he’s been able to come up with since you started crying an hour ago. He’s always either at a loss for words or he says far too many. It was one of those things that would probably annoy most people, along with his habit of leaving his dirty socks around your flat, his repeated singing of your least favorite song as loudly and as off key as he can, and his naivety about the things being said to you. But you honestly never minded. Not one bit. You ask yourself why those things never bothered you and your answer is quickly found when he presses a soft kiss to your hair and apologizes again. You love him more than you ever imagined.

Louis: You throw your head back, laughing at a joke Louis just made. You’re laughing so hard you think you might get a six-pack by the end of this. Louis always does this to you. “Oh, gosh, Louis,” you say breathlessly as you wipe the tears from your eyes. “You made my day.” A broad, wide smile stretches across his face from ear to ear makes you blush a bit. He loves seeing you laugh and smile, especially when he’s the reason for it. He shakes it off before returning to the conversation. You can’t stop yourself from looking over at him. From the light stubble on his sharp jaw that feels amazing under your palms, to the clear, ocean blue of his eyes that seem to stare right through you, to the soft slope of his nose that sometimes rubs against yours for an eskimo kiss, to the light pink tint of his lips that make shivers run down your spine, he’s perfect, perfect for you. And you love him. The last thought sinks in and you smile. You love him.

Zayn: His hand is laced tightly through yours, a unlit cigarette is balanced between his fingers on his other hand. He glances at the cigarette before he tosses it in the trash. He tells you that he doesn’t need it anymore because he has you, the best thing in his life. You’re proud of him, but that’s not a new feeling. You’re always proud of him and the way he handles the fame and fortune, the way he still remembers to speak you every night regardless of how busy his day was, and the way his still calls his mom every week just to make sure she knows he’s thinking about her. He gives your hand a soft squeeze, pulling you out of your thoughts for a moment. You glance up at him and get lost in his deep brown eyes. You see your favorite smile toy across his lips before he leans in to give you a quick kiss on your forehead. You blush softly as a smile comes across your lips. You love this boy so much. Your breath catches in your throat when you realize what you just though. You love him. And it’s so true.

Harry: “(Y/N), what is your favorite moment from when we were kids?” Harry asks you before adjusting his famous dark curly locks, the locks you knew back when they were blonde and straight. You pause for a second before you say, “Definitely the time you ran out of the house and down the street, naked, when we were about five. Your mom chased you all the way down the street. It was probably the funniest thing ever at the time.” Harry laughs before he looks at the webcam and says to the thousands of eagerly watching fans, “See, this is why she’s my best friend. Isn’t she awesome? Got to love her.” He leans over and kisses your cheek, his lips lingering just a little bit longer than they probably should have. “Love you too,” you respond. As soon as the words leave your mouth, you realize just how true they are. From those famous dark curls, to his stunning green eyes, to his brilliantly white smile and soft pink lips, you’re in love with him.

Niall: His baby blue eyes haven’t left yours since those three little words left his lips. They’re ringing in your ear over and over again. You bite your lip as you look over his soft, sweet features, from the slope of his nose, to the many colors of his blue eyes, to the braces on his almost perfect teeth, to the random dark freckles dotting his face and neck. All of those little things make up Niall, your Niall. You toy with the ends of your hair as you drop your eyes from his in an attempt to hide your blush. You tuck your hair nervously behind your ear as Niall reaches across the restaurant table to take your hand in his. “Did I say something wrong?” he asks you softly, his thumb moving in soft circles on the back of your hand. You shake your head. A gorgeous, sweet boy loves you and you love him. So you tell him you do.

A/N: So, this is slightly different than usual. I hope you like it! - Cam

Thank you very, very much, love. You’re very sweet. It makes me glad you that would honestly tell me if what I wrote started to suck. That’s actually nice to hear.

However, my confidence is pretty well shaken right now, so, I don’t really know where to go from here. Yeah. Pretty well shaken. “Words don’t hurt unless you let them.” Merp. I guess I failed there.

Thank you very much, once again. Made me smile. - Cam Xx (Yes, I just stole Rachel’s Xx’s. Whatcha gonna do about it, Rachel?)

WOAH THERE CAM! I go away for like a few days and this is what happens?!?!?!? I’m shocked and horrified at this injustice. THAT’S MY THING AND YOU STOLE IT! I feel back stabbed and I am sitting in my room crying as I write this. I DON’T CARE THAT YOU HAVE AMAZING WRITING, YOU CAN’T TAKE MY Xx’s!!!!!!!!! -Rachel Xx

WELL, THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR THE COMPLIMENT, BUT THE CRIME HAS ALREADY BEEN COMMITTED, SO, HAHAHA. I STOLE YOUR  Xx AND THAT’S THAT! - Cam

Thank you very much, love. You’re really sweet to say that. - Cam