Ooo lucky you actually saw them. I wanted to but I was a late-ish fan and I could never afford to see them. But thats cool, did you cry? Were they perfect? (My younger self could never) And honestly yeah id feel superior too if I were you lol luckily within my friend group I was the only one that liked Niall so I felt superior as well lmao they all liked Harry or zayn. Liam was another underrated one.
We all had the shrine lmao mine was just everywhere, my whole room was just 1D or the wanted smh it wouldve been the the cherry on top of I had candles back then lol
I havent seen the tik tok, I should look for it tho somehow. I have a love hate relationship with tik tok. I just create unhealthy habits with things I swear. At least a girl could own the cringe lol I cant lol I took his lil face everywhere, a school field trip and everything, I even showed it off to my parents like they should be proud LMAO and I showed my friends who for some reason also wanted a head of their favorites like bro no you don't want that lol I wish I had the girls confidence to keep bring his cut out😂
Dude back then all the Zains were gettin it. My cousin who was a zayn stan also met a guy named zain irl like bruh she was all heart eyes just cuz of that. Its funny that thats no longer an original experience for her😆
Idk were just a special breed of people lol
I saw them in 2014 with 5sos as support act. It was peak everything. Its also the only concert i travellec abroad for (also my first ever concert haha) because when they were doing my local show i was at 8th grade camp which is a big thing so i couldnt miss that. I recently found my/my mom's videos from it and jesus the quality is not it. All just screams and the bass blasting off the speakers but god if it wasnt the best nigbt of my life
And no but i the name wasnt even the reason i had a crush 😭 he was tall and funny and i was a tween and was falling head over heels for any boy that paid an ounce of attention to me. The fact his name was zain just made it funny (we bonded for both having Z names. Slay)
I literally never met a liam fav im sorry he was not it for me
Ooh, also, in 8th grade we had to hold presentations about songs. And my bestie and i did Best Song Ever. Never did i have to prepair so little haha. We knew everything by heart, from info about the boys to the lyrics to the script of that bit at the beginning of the video and all the choreos. I remember they asked us to do it again because we danced along as we were watching the vid and i felt so proud because they all seemed genuinely impressed with our knowledge haha
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Butterflies
[Harvey Specter x Female!Reader]
Synopsis: You know you’re screwed when you feel them fluttering in your chest {GIF Creds: jeysuso}.
WC: 717
Category: Fluff
For all my Harvey lovers out there, I made a cute fluffy quickie (I’m seeing a lot of my fics being swarmed with love so why not add to it 🤗)
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It happened over a bottle of bourbon. A spilled bottle, actually. But a bottle of bourbon nonetheless, and that is important to note.
You didn’t mean to spill the alcohol all over your date, but he had made some comment about how you shouldn't be wearing a dress with a plunging neckline, so you just… happened to tip the entire thing over him.
The man was furious, of course, but he left pretty quickly after that. And you were left with a mess on the floor and a waiter hovering at the side, asking if you wanted another bottle.
You told him no. You just wanted to go home.
You didn't want a new date; you didn't want to sit at this stupid table with the stupid white tablecloth, the stupid, gaudy candlesticks, or the stupid waiter with the stupid, expectant look on his face.
"Miss?"
"No, thank you," you say, a little more firmly, gathering up your things and leaving as much cash as you can on the table. If you were smart, you'd have brought an umbrella, but you're not smart, so you'll just get drenched like an idiot.
But, fortunately for you, the person calling your name knew you well enough to know you weren’t that smart.
Before a drop of water could even hit your hair, a tall, dark figure steps out in front of you and blocks the downpour. Some might consider this a gentlemanly action, but you knew the man, and he was hardly ever gentle.
"You're welcome," Harvey says, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.
"You're a pain," you reply, but you're grateful for the cover.
"And you're dateless. So, I see two options: we can have dinner and a drink back at my place, or we can do dinner and a drink back at mine."
You can't help but laugh. "Did you use this on Scottie? I see why she left. That line was bad."
"You're not going to ask how I knew you were here?"
"Nope. You probably had Louis stalk me."
"Don't talk about the puppy like that."
"So you did have him stalk me!"
"I prefer the term 'make sure you were alright,'" Harvey replies, and he holds out his arm to you. "Guy was a douche. Let me buy you dessert to make up for it. And I don’t mean in the biblical sense, although that can be arranged, too, if you'd like."
"Harvey, you’re such—"
You turned to him, ready to tell him exactly what you thought of him, but the words died when you met his eyes. Those same eyes that allured you into taking his offer at Pearson Hardman. The same eyes that made you agree to work with him on the case despite your better judgment.
In a flash, you saw the whole thing: your first meeting, the cases, the laughs, the looks, the touches. And now, the moment.
When you were younger, the term butterflies had never really made sense to you. The idea of feeling them in your stomach seemed ridiculous, and yet, there you were, feeling them for the very first time.
They were all fluttering around inside of you, and all you could think was, "Oh, no."
And as if the universe had heard you, it suddenly stopped raining, and you both stood there in the middle of the street, the moon casting a warm light on your faces.
Harvey noticed it, too, and his expression softened. His usual cockiness was replaced with a gentle concern. "You okay?"
You nodded, biting your lip. "Yeah."
Harvey reached up and brushed a strand of hair away from your face, his hand lingering a moment longer than it needed to. He gave you that signature grin and asked, "You look like a velvet cake kind of girl. Am I right?"
He was right.
Goddamnit, he was right.
And as he swaddled you in his coat to keep you warm as you both went back inside, the anger and confusion you felt earlier melted into a quiet, warm glow.
Date night had not gone according to plan, but when his lips met yours and your hands slid through his soft, brown hair, you realized that, perhaps, sometimes, it was good to deviate from the plan.
The butterflies seemed to agree.
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