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I'm just suggesting something, but maybe if you can't get past Liam, you could do a preference, but just one boy at a time? Just a suggestion:)

Mon, 06 May 2013 20:01:08 -0400

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

When are you going to post another preference?! It's been forever and I miss them so much

Sun, 05 May 2013 09:23:36 -0400

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

I still just love going back and reading through all your preferences! You're amazing! :)

Sun, 05 May 2013 09:23:00 -0400

Thank you very much! - Cam

haha, massive thank you :) -Rachel Xx

AND IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIeeeeeeIIIIIIIIII, WILL AAAAAALWAAAAAYS LOOOOOOOOOOoooooOoooOOOOOVE YOOOOOOOOOOUOOOOOOU. Seriously, I'll never unfollow y'all. Whenever you feel like whipping out a kick ass preference, or even a shitty one for that matter. Just post when you're ready, and I'll be waiting :) xxxx

Thu, 14 Mar 2013 22:49:56 -0400

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

when are you gonna update we misssssssssssssssss preferences!!

Wed, 06 Mar 2013 22:54:00 -0500

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...

Wed, 06 Mar 2013 22:51:29 -0500

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

the moment was soooo good you should write more

Fri, 22 Feb 2013 18:17:28 -0500

Thank you :) And I will soon. - Cam

The Moment (Your POV)

Fri, 15 Feb 2013 12:48:39 -0500

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

Don't every doubt your writing ability love. If your preferences sucked, I would tell you! But they are always perfect - so emotive, funny and amazing. Don't ever doubt your fantastic talent, and I wait with baited breath for your new musings :) xxx

Sun, 10 Feb 2013 22:37:00 -0500

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

Anything you write is always amazing! Don't ever doubt your talent!

Sun, 10 Feb 2013 16:32:37 -0500

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

Sorry about the lack of new preference, guys. I’ve just kind of been having some writing...

Sun, 10 Feb 2013 09:40:54 -0500

Sorry about the lack of new preference, guys. I’ve just kind of been having some writing confidence issues, so, yeah. I apologize. - Cam

Miss you girls !! Hope you're well :) xx

Wed, 06 Feb 2013 17:50:29 -0500

Really worn out and tired, actually, but only two more days of the week left, so, it’s all going to be fine! - Cam

Guuuuuuuyzzzzzz, I need preferenceeeees. I miss y'all! Come back from the dark depths that are school :'( pleeeeeease xxxxxxxxxxxx :P

Sun, 03 Feb 2013 01:36:58 -0500

I will! I’m sorry. School swallowed me. Then I socialized with the outside world. Don’t worry. I’ll be back tomorrow, I think. Depends on how fast I can get my work done. :) - Cam

I miss you! Where'd you go?

Wed, 30 Jan 2013 16:50:00 -0500

I got swallowed up by the monster of school and it will continue to hold onto me for the next two days. I’m sorry! - Cam

I’ve been busy with school, social stuff, volleyball, sleep, drama, etc. etc. but hopefully we will be on soon :) -Rachel Xx

Can I get a link to your preferences? (: x

Mon, 21 Jan 2013 19:26:51 -0500

Well, the links to both all of the preferences and the masterlist are on the blog, but here ya go: just preferences and masterlist.

So the entire day I've been reading y'all's absolutely incredible preferences. Lets just say all of them gave me feels like no other. Y'all are amazing writers & I look forward to many more writings. Not to mention I was legit in tears during the cancer ones. Sad then overjoyed

Mon, 21 Jan 2013 19:00:00 -0500

Thank you so much! That’s a lot of reading, but I’m glad you enjoyed them! Aw and I’m glad you liked the cancer ones. I tried my best with those. :) Thank you once again! - Cam

awwwww, thank you! I’m glad you liked them :)) -Rachel Xx

I like the mixture of preferences. I usually like the sunshine and rainbows ones, but it's nice to have deeper, darker ones every once in awhile... A good balance.

Sat, 19 Jan 2013 22:21:00 -0500

Alrighty. Thank you. :) - Cam

I agree…that sound just right -Rachel Xx

So, was the last preference okay? I mean, do you guys like those kind of deeper, darker preferences?...

Sat, 19 Jan 2013 20:25:29 -0500

So, was the last preference okay? I mean, do you guys like those kind of deeper, darker preferences? Or do you preference like, them with small children and sunshine and rainbows? - Cam

He Finds Out You Cut

Sat, 19 Jan 2013 18:39:00 -0500

So, this topic has been requested by two different people on anon. I feel the need to address the topic and respond to it before I write about it. If you follow me on my other blog, you know my regular response to those who have messaged me saying they cut or self-harm. Here’s part of my usual long response: link.

Another thing I learned from the author I quoted in that link up there, John Green, is that human beings are miracles. There is no other word that accurately conveys what we are. Communication is a miracle. I’m typing about my thoughts, into weird little symbols, that are being sent through the internet, to your computer, your eyes are scanned over them, and they mean something to you. What? That’s amazing and miraculous and so are you. The world would be a worse off and less-miraculous place without you in it, so put down the razor or scissors or whatever it is, get healthy, and stay here. - Cam

Warning: This might possibly be triggering to some people. I don’t know if it really will be, but I’m putting this warning up anyway and putting the preference up as a read through link too. So, if this topic upsets you, you have been officially warned.

Liam: You sit in your bathroom, razor blade gripped in your hand, fresh marks on your wrist, and tears running down your face. You thought you were getting better, that everything was getting better, until that fight with your parents, plus failing out of a class you needed to pass, plus so many other things that have brought you back here, to the dark place you thought you’d left behind. “Good evening, love!” Liam shouts warmly as he comes home from a day at the recording studio. “I brought back your favorite dinner. Where are you?” You frantically start scrambling to throw the blade away and wash your wrists, but it’s too late and Liam’s already in the doorway of your bathroom. He sees the marks on your wrists, fresh cuts mixed with old scars, and the blade on the counter. He doesn’t cry or say anything as he cleans the cuts on your wrists and bandages them up for you. When he’s done, he takes your hands in his and makes you look at him. “Why didn’t you call me?” he asks you, his eyes finally filling with tears, showing the pain he is feeling. “You promised me that if you ever felt this bad again that you’d call me.” You shake your head when words fail you and crumple into his chest, crying, a mess of strange, broken words coming out of your mouth. The only recognizable words are, “I’m sorry”. Liam strokes your hair and says, “No, love, I’m sorry. I failed you, but I’m not going to do that anymore, starting right now.” He lifts your head up and makes you look at him again. He says, “You’re not a disappointment. You’re not a failure. You’re amazing, beautiful, smart, funny, charming, and perfectly imperfect. I don’t want you to be perfect. I just want you to love me and trust me as much as I love and trust you. Do you forgive me for failing you?” You nod before tucking your head into his neck and saying, “I love you,” softly. He really is going to make you see how much you’re worth, which is everything.

Louis: You throw your head back and laugh at another really bad, so bad it was laughable, joke that Louis just made. Your hands grip Louis’s bicep as you lean into him for support because you’re laughing so hard. You didn’t even notice that the sleeves of your sweater have fallen down. “(Y/N), what’s on your wrist?” Daisy, Louis’s little sister, asks you. You look down as everyone else looks at your wrist too. Fresh cuts. This morning. Have to hide. Have to run. You can only think in broken sentences as you run to the bathroom, almost crushing Louis’s hand because of how hard you tried to slam the door behind you. You sit down on the edge of the tub as the tears begin to run down your face. Louis closes the door behind you two. He sits down on the cold titles at your feet. “Come here,” he says softly, opening his arms. You’re scared that he’s going to break up with you or hate you, but you slide into his lap anyway. He brings your wrists up to his lips and stars pressing soft kisses to every single fresh cut and scar on your wrists, making you cry harder. Occasionally, he whispers, “You’re so beautiful, or, “Why?”, or a simple, “I love you”. When he finally kisses every mark on your wrists, he wraps his arms around your waist and says, “How long has this been going on?” You shrug and say, “A while, I guess.” Louis squeezes your stomach tighter and says, “It’s not the hate, is it?” You shake your head and say, “I can’t deal with pressure from everyone. I’m sorry.” You cry harder again, your body violently shaking with sobs. Louis shushes you quietly, rocking you slightly, pressing soft kisses to your hair and cheeks as he mumbles, “It’s okay. It’s okay. I’ve got you now. I know now. I’m going to help you get better. I promise. I’m not going to leave you. I love you so much. Please. Let me help you.” You nod, agreeing to let him help you.

Zayn: His hands grip your hips as his lips press more firmly against yours. You’d missed him so much while he was away on tour, but now he’s back in your arms. You wrap your arms around his neck, forgetting about the cuts on your wrist you’d made that morning, and involuntarily wince. You hope Zayn doesn’t notice, but he does. He pulls back and removes your hands from his neck, pulling them between your bodies. He tugs your sleeves up to your elbows and sees the new and old cuts covering your previously unscarred wrists and forearms. “What?” is all Zayn can manage to say. You just shake your head and bite your lip, holding off the tears for a short while. His fingers run gingerly over the marks on your arms. “You were fine when I left,” he mumbles. “Baby, I don’t understand. How?” You shake your head before you bury it in his chest. He wraps his arms around you as you tell him the truth. When he left, you couldn’t handle everything anymore. He was your rock and when he left for tour, even though you were still together and going strong, you weren’t strong enough to hold up the weight of your life anymore. Zayn just starts talking. He says, “I promise, I’m never going to leave again. I’m going to stay right here with you. I’m going to bring you with me if I really have to go somewhere. You’re coming on tour, to press tours, everything. I’m never going to leave you alone again, okay? I’m going to help you get better, I promise. I’m going to be right here, every step of the way, okay?” You nod slowly, pressing a soft kiss to his jaw as a way of thanking him.

Harry: It was just a picture of you, Eleanor, and Danielle posing together outside the boys’ concert. You don’t notice that the cuts on your wrists are showing, but the fans do. A hour after the picture is posted, your phone is blowing up with calls from your family and texts from your friends. The fans have practically crashed your laptop from all the tweets and messages on tumblr. Harry doesn’t find out until he checks his Twitter when he gets back to the hotel and sees all the concerned DMs and tweets from fans asking about you. He runs straight to your hotel room to find you sitting on the bed, staring at your wrists soundlessly. He is so angry. You can tell from his heavy breathing and dark eyes. “You didn’t tell me,” he says, his voice surprisingly calm. “I had to find out from my fans that my girlfriend cuts!” Now, his voice rises in octave and volume. “Please don’t be mad,” you choke out, tears filling your eyes. “I didn’t tell anybody. It’s not like I left you out, Harry.” He runs his hands over his face and says, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I yelled at you.” That’s when he loses control and starts crying. He leans over you, his hands resting on the mattress outside your thighs as he drops his head to your neck. “I’m sorry I’m a terrible boyfriend,” he mutters. “Don’t tell me I’m not because I am. I’ve been so busy with the new album that I didn’t even notice that my own girlfriend has been suffering.” He turns and sits down next to you. “You’re so beautiful, you know,” he tells you, “and I love you so much. I’m going to help you get through this, help you get better, through this entire process, no matter how long it takes.” His thoughts and actions are all over the place, but you know every single thing he says come from the heart. “I love you too and okay” is all you say in response because that’s all you need to say for him to understand that you’re ready for him to help you.

Niall: Just another one of your lazy Friday nights together, inside, watching bad action movies, and eating more than your combined weight in popcorn. His head is on your lap as you watch the second movie of the night, his hands absentmindedly playing with yours. That’s when you feel him freeze, his fingers under the sleeves of the massive sweatshirt you borrowed from him. His fingers are resting ever so gently on the fresh cuts on your wrist. He pulls up the sleeves and sees the red lines across your skin. He stares at them carefully for a minute. The pounding of your heart in your ears drowns out the movie, so that it’s all you can hear. “Why?” he asks you softly. “Love, why have you done this to yourself? You’re so beautiful and amazing and just, everything to me. Why have you hurt yourself? I don’t understand.” He sits up and pulls you into his arms as sobs start to make you shake. Your tears stain his gray t-shirt as you release months of pent up anger and pain. You don’t know how long you cried into his chest, but it was long enough for the movie to finish by the time you stopped. “Are you ready to talk?” he asks you gently, his fingers running through your hair to calm you down. You nod and slowly explain to him the awful things people have been saying to you on the internet and in person even. It seems like none of the fans like you. Niall doesn’t say anything, he simple pulls out his phone and tweets: “I have no been more angry with you fans in my entire life. I can’t believe how poorly you’ve been treating (Y/N). I’m so disappointed in you all.” Niall turns to you and says, “What do you need to to do? I can already promise you I’m going to love you and be here every single step of the way.” You smile weakly and say, “That’s all I’m ever going to need from you, Niall.”

A/N: If you ever need anything, here’s a list of suicide hotlines around the world. Someone, not a member of One Direction but another amazing, miraculous human being, out there will listen to you any time of the day because you are important and you matter. I love you all so much. I hope I did this topic justice. - Cam

Fireworks

Sat, 19 Jan 2013 16:09:54 -0500

Liam: You snuggle your head into Liam’s chest and tighten your arm around his stomach. Liam pulls the blanket up over you to keep you warm on the slightly chilly London evening. You are out on Liam’s balcony, waiting for the fireworks to begin. Liam couldn’t believe you’d never seen fireworks in person before, so he insisted you watch them tonight. “Wow,” you mutter when the fireworks begins, shooting into the sky in various colors. You grip Liam a little bit tighter when the first few begin to explode loudly, making Liam chuckle and squeeze your shoulders. “It’s okay, (Y/N),” he tells you, pressing a quick kiss to your temple before you return to watching the different colors flash across the sky.

Louis: “Louis!” you shout from his mum’s back porch. “Louis William Tomlinson, don’t you dare!” his mum shouts, but it’s too late. Louis and the rest of the boys are already setting off fireworks from his mum’s backyard. The first one knocks the boys flat on their backs. When it explodes in the sky, they sit up and cheer like stupid school boys. “Stop that!” you shout as you walk over. “You’re going to hurt yourselves.” Louis comes over to you, stopping you before you reach the other boys. “We’re fine, (Y/N). We’re big boys,” he chuckles, kissing your forehead briefly. “Don’t worry about us.” You sigh before you wrap your arms around his waist and add, “I always worry about you.” He wraps his arms around your shoulders protectively and mutters, “Not as much as I worry about you,” into your ear. “Come on. Let’s set one off together.” After much protesting on your part, you set off a bright red firework with Louis, laughing as it lights up the night sky.

Zayn: “Come on, Zayn,” you laugh, dragging your already tired friend into your family’s back yard on the Fourth of July. “We’re going to miss the fireworks because you’re slow.” Zayn rolls his eyes and picks up his feet until he can collapse in the last remaining chair in your parents’ backyard. When you go to sit on the ground in front of him, Zayn grabs your waist and pulls you onto his lap, making you relaxing back against his chest. He secures his arms around your waist, making sure you can’t leave. You shrug and let him hold onto your waist as the firework begin to go off above you. You watch them with intent eyes and a wide smile. You’ve loved fireworks since you were a little kid. “You look really beautiful right now,” Zayn whispers in your ear. You turn your head to him and he presses his lips against yours softly. When you pull away, you can’t stop the smile from spreading across your face because you finally know he feels the same way about you.

Harry: You didn’t even know there was going to be fireworks until they started lighting up the sky in blue and white, your wedding colors. You grip your new husband’s hand tightly as the guests admire the fireworks with you. “Wow, Harry,” you breathe out. “This is your surprise?” He nods as he turns to you. “Do you like it?” he asks, slightly worried by your previous tone. You laugh and say, “I love it.” He smiles broadly, making his dimples pop. You can’t resist the urge to reach up and poke his deep dimples. He chuckles when you do, grabbing your hand and kissing it. “I love you,” he tells you softly as the fireworks continue to explode, both of you too wrapped up in each other now to notice them. “I love you too,” you respond before leaning up on your toes to kiss him, smiling into the kiss when you think about that fact that he’s yours now, forever.

Niall: “Yeah buddy,” Niall laughs as he responds to an awful joke your dad made. You weren’t sure about bringing Niall, your new Irish boyfriend, to your proud American family’s Fourth of July Annual Barbecue, but it’s going extremely well. Everyone in your family is impressed by Niall. Your aunts and grandmothers have fallen for his sweet blue eyes, accent, and he obvious adoration of you. He tries to keep your hand in his throughout the entire night. “How am I doing?” he mumbles into your ear. “Amazing,” you respond. He kisses your head before plopping his American flag printed snapback onto your head, adding, “Since you’ve been eyeing it all night.” You adjust it slightly before you relax into his arms and wait for the fireworks to start. When they do, his arms tighten around your waist a little bit more and he presses a soft kiss to the crook of your neck before resting his chin on your head and watching the fireworks with you.

A/N: So, the original suggestion was a Fourth of July preference with your husband and one year old daughter from this girl. That’s really specific, so I decided to make it more than just the Fourth of July since the boys aren’t American and it’s easier to write without including a one year old daughter. Still, I hope it’s not too cheesy and you all like it. - Cam