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Talking about the break, i don’t know whether to be sad or happy, honestly. I’m not afraid that they will break the promise because i know they will not. I’m just afraid if there is something that makes them unable to be back, whether it comes from themself, or maybe from us or from whoever. Like you know everything could change in every time, i know that also but i’m afraid all turn into what i didn’t expect. I know it sounds so selfish but i’m just not ready if that happened. I used to spend the last 5 years with them in every single day, they rule my life so i have no idea if they’re gone. I know one day i’ll have to let them go, forever. But not this fast. Besides all of my fears, i also feel happy they finally get time to rest. I can imagine how happy they are when they wake up on their own bed, when they out of the room and saw their family gather, hanging out until midnight with some friends, date whoever they like, do what ever they want to do, and go back sleep till afternoon. No early phone calls to wake them up, guard less, no rules for everything they should do, no compulsion, everything is just relax. 18 months is a long time but i think it’s fair compared to what they have gave to us for the last 5 years. They really deserve it. I felt so happy to be with them virtually for the last 5 years. Now it’s turn for them to be happy with people they want for years. It’s gonna be so hard for me but it’s ok. I’ll be ok. I know someday it will happen, no more counting down for new album, no more concerts, no more new stuff will be launched, but my mama say just enjoy what you have now. If i can ask for some things, please always keep yourself safe, each of you. And don’t forget you always had us in every corner of this world. For this time, i don’t care what will be happen soon, i’ll not let them go, i’ll never forget them, just if they ask me to. It’s a mutual. They are the best idol in the world, and so we are the best fans in the world. We have promised each other.
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so often i worry that i will lose my softness for there is so much in this world that fills me with rage
to be so lonely (xx xx xx)
Eden Robinson, “Writing Prompts for the Broken-hearted”
“I’m chasing myself (I have been for years).”
— Susan Sontag, from As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks 1964-1980
Yrsa Daley-Ward, from bone; “waiting for the check to clear”
there is a light at the end of whatever darkness you are facing and it is warm and embracing and as nurturing as the sun
never felt like home (until I had you) for PaisleyLove96
pairing: Niall Horan/Zayn Malik
word count: 5,146
rating: mature
warnings: none listed
“Missed you.”
Zayn’s voice is hushed, careful, as though he’s not sure he’s allowed to fully make the admission. Each syllable slurs together like he’s spinning molasses.
Niall shuffles his head down the pillow until he can kiss each of Zayn’s knuckles, just once. Zayn hums, the sound coming from far away. They fall asleep with their hands intertwined.
Or: Tour ends, and Niall goes home to Zayn.