Hello! My names Amy, I'm 15. One direction saved my life, and that's far from being a joke. Here, you can ask for Imagines, Ships, Preferences, and anything you can think of! xx
It will be up when I get out of hospital. I know I havn’t been posting anything at the moment. Sorry guys.. But as soon as I can, I will do all the requests, and continue the self-harm/ED preferences. xx
Hi there! My ask box is open and hungry… Request?
Imagine/One shot: (not dirty)
•Your name + name of the boy
•Story line (if you have one)
•With photos or not!
•Tell me what you want it to be about
•With photos or not.
If there is any thing else, just ask! Our ask box is open waiting to receive mail!
I also do Blurbs and Ships in small quantities. If you have any questions, personal or not, ask them, I’ll answer all. (:
I wasn’t planing on doing a part two At least not yet, because I have to do the other boys as well!! but I’ll message you (:
So, I’m going to do preferences about a girl “her” or (y/n) (your name) in dialogues if needs to be, and one of the boys. This girl is depressed, she may self harm, or have eating desordes. They will be quite long, so I will only publish one preference at the time. I’m starting now by Liam. And, if you want to be informed of when I’ve published another, you can always message me, and I’ll message you back when it’s up!
The spitter-Spatta of the rain against her bedroom window woke her up. It was only five in the morning, and the only light showing through her curtains were the street lights. She could here a few cars on the road and the men taking the bins away.
She lay in bed with only a fine sheet covering her cold body. She could have slept another couple of hours, but she already knew, it was worthless.
She squeezed her eyes shut trying to prevent her thoughts from invading her head. It was Monday. Oh, Monday itself wasn’t that bad, but, school Mondays were. She felt like someone was grabbing her heart, and twisting her stomach. You know, that kind on feeling when you’re really not looking forward to something? It may be because she hadn’t done her math exercise, or hadn’t got her bag ready yet, or not even sorted out what she was going to wear. But she knew deep down, that no matter how prepared and ready to go to school she was, she still hated it. As soon as she walked through those gates, it felt like hell.
She didn’t get bullied, but she knew some people said hurtful things behind her back. She wasn’t the prettiest, and most intelligent girl in the school. She didn’t have generous shapes, or a thigh gap, nor perfect hair or a completely spotless face. This was why she hated school. In fact, she hated just about anything that led her to go out where many other people would be. She hated eyes been layed on her, it made her want to curl up in a little ball and disappear. But you see, if one day you had happened to cross her in the street, you would have probably found her very pretty.
She got out of bed, and went to have a shower. The house was silent, her parents weren’t there. She was used to it by now, they worked most of the time. She slipped her over size sweater on, hiding the scars on her arms. “Battle wounds” is what she would call them.
When she got to school that morning, everything seemed to be worst then normal. She felt her heart beet faster, her eyes tear up as a girl bumped into her, most likely not on purpose but without excusing her self. She made her way up to her friends. She had quite a few, but none of them were aware of how she was feeling. She was greeted with smiles and hugs. She even got a peck on the cheek from her best friend Liam.
Oh, and here goes the bell… Just the beginning of a long old day.
She threw her bag on the kitchen table, whilst kicking her shoes off. Tears of tiredness racing down her face. Her parents still weren’t here. She doubted they’d be back before another week. The good thing about that, was that she wouldn’t have to eat. She may get a chance to loose some of that “disgusting fat” of hers.
She sat on the couch with her head in her hands, trying to calm her breathing. A fall out with Liam, plus a 6 in history and a 9 in maths was to much for her in one day.
She found herself, a couple of hours later, sitting on the patio, with only a little light, doing a whole new lot of work of art on her right arm. The blade went across it again and again, she never paused. The blood trickled down. Anger shot through her eyes as the pain from the cuts came no where near the pain she felt inside. The blade stricked again, and again, and again,…
-Don’t.. A weak voice spoke from behind her. Please, no no, please, don’t! The boy sounded panicky.
The blade stopped half an inch from her skin, her eyes getting watery.
He came closer to her, she jumped a little as his warm hand touched her shoulder. His eyes were full of worry.
-I came to say sorry about what I said before. I debated a long time before coming, and now I’m glad I did.. W-Why?
She took a deep breath, inhaling the cold air.
-Do.. Do you know what it’s like to feel like your drowning? Constantly? To feel lost all the time? To think things are getting better, but then fall harder once again? To be with so many people, to have them all by your side, yet, feel so alone? I.. I just can’t take it anymore Liam..
She hid her face in her hands. Liam sat next to her, pulling her close to him, her sent filling the air. Her body was shaking, she looked as fragile as a porcelain dolly. He held her, but not to much, like if she was going to brake. His heart had been shot, left to bleed as he watched the girl he loved cry, feeling useless by her side.
-I’m here. Whether you want it or not, hate me or love me, I’ll always be here. I feel so useless right now, sitting here, seeing you like this. Love, it hurts seen you this way, please, look at me. Please. Just tell me you’ll let me help you…
She lifted her head up as her eyes locked themselves into his. The expression on her face seemed to show her begging him for help now. His hand gently held hers as he whispered.
-Everything gonna be fine now. I promise.
He took care of her, treating her arm, making her hot chocolate, and cuddling up with her in front of her favourite Disney film. He was there, acting as the best friend possible, but they both new, that one day, soon, they would be more than friends.
There, Feedback would be nice, and message me if you want to know when the next ones are up! xx