"don't call a girl obsessed when she's just in love." -zayn malik

done

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i'm not even gonna comment on my fanfic its falling into pieces ok someone help me or something nothings workinggg outttt
@curlyfriesandmagic im sorry this sucks i know asdfg

AND YES THIS IS NECESSARY ALL FANGIRLS HAVE THESE NIGHTS
the zayn feels are off the charts someone hold me ok
i can't even with this omg
HOLY MOTHER OF GOD HES JUST SO BEAUTIFUL
GAH
WHY CANT I BE PERRIE EDWRDS
EVERYTHING SUCKS
ZERRIE
YEAH
OK BYE

and the deleted scenes roll on.
 
*Zayn’s POV*
I wasn’t used to waking up with someone next to me. Perrie would always leave early in the morning for a quick run, and since she’d been gone, well, it was pretty lonely in the flat.
So when I opened my eyes to the bright sun, I didn’t expect Faith to be there, next to me. She lay just behind me, our legs intertwined, nuzzling my neck. Carefully, as not to wake her, I turned to face Faith.
She looked so peaceful. Her brown hair fell delicately over my white bed sheets, and the morning sun lit it up like a halo. I laid there for god knows how long, just admiring her. She practically glowed.
Perrie had been pretty. Very pretty. She had beautiful blue eyes and her golden waves were never out of place. She’d given me almost everything I wanted. I loved Perrie, I really did. But looking back I realize it was a shallow love. When I saw her, sure my heart skipped a beat, but it didn’t stop beating. If you took away what was on the outside, I doubt I would have loved Perrie as much as before.
But then there was Faith. This was love, I could tell. I loved her from the very center of her soul all the way out to the beauty that everyone else saw. I was sure I’d love her regardless. What was on the outside didn’t matter; it was more of a lucky bonus, an extra.
I wondered if she loved me. I just couldn’t take her laying there, looking so beautiful. I reached out, and with my thumb, gently stroked her cheek.
Faith’s eyelashes fluttered open like butterflies. Her hazel eyes met mine and lit up. “Zayn, “she whispered.
Her voice made me blush. “I’ve got to ask you something,” I said.
“Do you love me?”
Faith hesitated, her mouth slightly parted. “Well,” she began, “I don’t think I’ve ever been in love before. But you know, if this is anything, it’s got to be love. Couldn’t be anything else.” She smiled, blushing a little.
I pulled her close to me, breathing in her familiar scent. “I love you,” I whispered, lightly stroking her hair. I held my breath waiting for her response. If only she would answer the way I wanted her too. Why was she taking so long to answer? And then finally Faith whispered in my ear…
“I love you, Zayn.”
 

so its pretty obvious why that didn't make the cut. sorry you guys had to read that lol
 
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stay tuned for more "jump then fall" tomorrow night!
its just like the kardashians!
"niall and wendy take new york"!
so many exclamation points!
i'm weird!

so here we goooo.....the first part of the extras! this little deleted scene was going to be the epilogue, but got cut because it mad it too long. hope you enjoy!
 
*Zayn's POV*
I came home to find Faith in the kitchen, mixing up batter for cupcakes. I dropped my bag by the door and headed into the kitchen to greet her. “Happy anniversary,” I said, kissing her right by her ear, where she was ticklish.
Faith jerked away, giggling. “Yeah, it’s been seven months. Such a long time.”
“Time flies when you’re in love.”
“Not sure that’s the saying, babe.” Faith reached over and grabbed the bag of flour.
I leaned against the edge of the counter, watching Faith try to open the bag of flour. She struggled with the seal. I was about to help her when she broke the seal. The top of the bag puffed open, spewing flour all over the counter.
“Smooth move,” I told her.
“Shut up,” Faith gave me a sneaky smile. Reaching for the bag, she grabbed a small handful. I could already tell what she was going to do. I reached for my own handful. Before I knew it, we were both covered in flour and in tears from laughing. I sunk down to the floor, leaning against the cabinets. Faith slid down to sit next to me. I pulled her close to me, “We’re such idiots,” I said.
She sighed, leaning back onto my shoulder. “You know,” she whispered, “You’ve got flour on your lips.”
“I might need help with that.”
“At your service.” Faith turned to face me. There was flour stuck to her eyelashes. Smiling, I leaned into the kiss. Faith cradled my cheek with her delicate hand and I held her close.
Everything was right in the world.
 

yeah i know that was bad but whatever.
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UPDATE
so for this next chapter of "jump then fall" i need to do a lot of research, so it won't be posted until the end of this week or early this weekend thanks for all you patience ♥
 
---word vomit---
the characters that i create in my fanfics, i really love them. they're my babies, you know its almost like they're really people to me. yeah, i'm weird. i know. anyway sometimes i just can't fit all of them and all their different sides into the fanfic. which really bugs me sometimes. and it's not just characters either. there's a lot of ideas that don't get published.
so i had an idea.
what if i published a couple little things. like extras, you know? stuff that didn't make it into the fanfic. i'll start with "bottle it up". there's still lots of stuff i wish i could share with you guys.
so give me your opinions please? i'd really like to do this ♥
 
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living the fangirl life is hard tbh
firs there's buying concert tickets
and endless feels for band members
then the anticipation for new singles
not to mention buying band merch
 
and there's always the added risk of a poster falling down in the middle of the night thATS HAPPENED TO ME IT WAS TERRIFYING
i was just innocently laying there trying to sleep and i noticed the pushpin keeping my zayn poster was coming loose so i hit the wall to see how loose it was aND IT FELL ON ME AND I SCREAMED
 
hope you all had a nice day. gonna go eat some food now

*Niall’s POV*
I took Wendy’s hand in mine as we climbed the front steps of the Metropolitan Museum of Art. And for the first time during this whole adventure I asked myself, why are we doing this?
Because we’re in love, stupid, I told myself. We just want time alone so that we can be ourselves and be together before we move on with the tour.
But there was more to it than that, I knew it. Was I doing it for the attention? The recognition? Everyone would be interested in the fact that I’d run off with Wendy. I’d be noticed. Not that I wasn’t already noticed. But I was never noticed for just being me. Media always clumped me with the other lads.
I’d always had a problem with recognition. I spent my entire life as the little brother. Greg was five years old when I was born, and he had already made his stamp on the world. After only half a decade on the Earth, Greg had become a football star. He has just started kindergarten, and he was extremely well liked. Also, the class clown.
My mother still tells me that I came home from the hospital on a cloudy Friday morning. According to her story, Greg was sitting on the front stoop, with a football in his hands. When my Mum told him I wouldn’t be able to play with him for a while, he didn’t take it well.
Everywhere Greg went, he left a legacy. On my first day of kindergarten, I handed my teacher my registration card. She read through all my stats, her brow furrowed. After nearly a full minute she asked me, “You’re Greg’s little brother, aren’t you?”
It happened year after year. Teachers expected me to be good at football, like Greg. Other kids who knew about Greg wanted me to be funny like him. All the adults expected a sparkling personality. I tried my hardest to live up to their expectations. Maybe I did. It’s hard to tell. I was good enough at football. I played goalie. I even made it into the newspaper once, when my team won the local tournament. There was a big picture of me, with the caption “Younger brother of local football legend Greg Horan on the field”.
For most of my life, I walked in Greg’s shadow. He was always the best at everything. I was always “almost as good as Greg,” as an art teacher once told me.
It didn’t help that I had the same interests as Greg. What I really needed was something I could stand out in, something that didn’t have a prerequisite set by Greg.
And boy, did I find it.
But it still wasn’t enough. I was a band member now, but that was all. When people thought of the band, they thought of the band as a whole, not me individually. I wasn’t ever gossip-worthy, or the most sought-after. I didn’t get the most solos. I was still stuck in the shadows.
Maybe that’s why I needed this. Maybe I needed to get out of the shadows.
But what a horrible person that would make me, getting all of this planning together, enlisting Paul’s help, taking advantage of Wendy, just so I could have my time in the spotlight.
I disgusted myself.
But I needed to stop myself and think; what if I was doing this for love? Was I even in love? I didn’t remember really ever being in love before. Lust, yes. Love…I wasn’t so sure. I was sure that there was a difference. I was pretty sure I was in love.
Because when I looked at Wendy, she wasn’t just a pretty girl. She wasn’t just a girlfriend. She was more than that. Wendy was beautiful; she shone. I loved everything she did. I loved her personality, even her bad jokes. Her voice might have been the most beautiful sound I’d ever heard. I could listen to her talk for hours. She just got me too. We clicked. And whenever I was around Wendy, I was happy. Really, truly happy. Maybe this was love.
As we climbed the steps, I studied Wendy’s face. He looked so excited, like a little schoolgirl. The way she bit her lip to keep her from smiling, the way those little wisps of her fell around her face, and the way her cheeks flushed when she was cold.
Maybe it was love.
“Excited?” I whispered in her ear.
“Only cuz you’re here,” she replied, kissing my cheek. Her lips made my skin tingle.
It was love. I felt myself coming out of the shadow.
 
character credits to @curlyfriesandmagic ♥
 
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so i was just in a really book-y (is that a word?) well i was in the mood for reading. so i went back and read "bottle it up" and "i'm still standing". and that was really nice. i noticed all the grammar mistakes i made.
and i read all the comments, too. and i realized.....you guys are great. you always comment on every chapter with so much enthusiasm and encouragement, even when i don't necessarily do the same for yours.
i'm so lucky to have such amazing readers. some writers aren't a blessed as i am. you guys mean the world to me.
i really couldn't do this without you.
so i'm going to try to be great readers for all of y'all too. i'm always busy with school, but from now on i'll be setting aside some time every day to come on and read. i really love to hear what's going on in your fantastic author minds, so please keep tagging me in fanfics!
once again, i love you all, and i couldn't be more thankful. ♥ you guys are my backbone!
and also, thank you for sitting and reading this whole thing. i really just needed to put that out there. ♥
 
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i will be adding a new chapter of "jump then fall" tomorrow night or monday! stay tuned :)