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The phone rang but Monte didn't answer it. I tried Lisa. Of corse, she picked hers up. She always answers her phone, even in rehearsals. "Hello? Tommy? Where the hell are you?" She screamed. She is like everyone's older sister. She cares about everyone. "We have been looking everywhere for you and Adam!!!" "Okay! Okay! Let me explain!!!" I yelled back. "Adam looked sick, I took him to the doctors,he is sleep deprived!!!" "I told you guys we shouldn't have gone to that casino the night before a concert! We were there for practically the whole night!!" "We are coming up to the hotel." I said calmly. I din' tell her that I was planning

Warnings, slight slash, angst moments Disclaimer – Don't own Thomas Joe Ratliff or Adam Lambert.                                                 Two Years Later I stared off into the distance of the club; I didn't pay much attention to the masses of bodies that were dancing. The lights flashing as I stared off into empty space drinking down a small shot of vodka that burned my throat.  I

"I found his Facebook!" Niall turned to look at his friend, already beginning to judge him. "Um, aren't you going a bit too far with this?" Harry didn't seem to hear the question because he kept babbling about it as the two walked to their respective homes together. "He has everything on his profile set to public, so do you think I should add him? He doesn't know me, though. Hey, maybe you can add him on Facebook and let me go onto your account." "Ugh, no, you're weird," Niall told the younger boy. He wasn't even sure how he got wrapped up in this kind of situation. Eventually, Harry stopped coming up with different ways to stalk Niall's

Niall's treehouse is a rather rickety, dangerous contraption, built to hold the weight of an eight year old. When Liam had first been invited up to it, he had declined as fast as possible. His fear of heights stopped him from climbing more than two steps up the ladder for months and only recently has he began trusting the old, splintering planks with his weight. Niall always teases him gently because he's Niall and that's what he does, but when Liam's breath quickens and his hands clench into fists as he looks down at the ground through the gaps in the wood, he speaks to him in a gentle voice, reassuring him that he won't fall, the planks won

Niall watched as his chubby physics teacher walked around the room, placing the class' tests face down on each student's desk. When the teacher finally placed Niall's test down, the Irishman eagerly looked at his score, only to flip the test back face down on the desk. After all the tests were passed out, the teacher walked to the front of the room and turned around to face his students. "Alright, the results were a lot worse than I was expecting. The class average was about fifty-three percent. Because of the unusually low scores, I'm going to have everyone do test corrections." The whole class groaned at the idea of test corrections. Nial

I sat on my bed at Ashley's house with Andy after he had told me about what has been happening, I was still mad at both Ashley and Andy for not telling me before, and it made it easier for me to understand why Andy hadn't been feeling well and was reacting strange whenever the phone rang almost every second hour. I looked up at Andy, his face was pale and his cheek bones where prominant which they always were but it seemed as though they were slightly more. His rib bones were poking out the tiniest bit, he was like this I barely noticed. I was too busy with work and school that I barely noticed if he was okay, I moved to my knees and moved to

"i never meant to be the one, who kept you from the dark. but now i know my wounds are sewn, because of who you are. i will take this burden on, and become the holy one. but remember i am human, and i'm bound to sing this song. -(chorus)- so hear my voice, remind you not to bleed. i am here. (2nd chorus) a Saviour, will be there. when you are feeling alone out-(there) a Saviour, for all that you do. so you live freely, without their harm." ....... ~{[ BVB ]}~ FOREVER!!!

"i never meant to be the one, who kept you from the dark. but now i know my wounds are sewn, because of who you are. i will take this burden on, and become the holy one. but remember i am human, and i'm bound to sing this song. -(chorus)- so hear my voice, remind you not to bleed. i am here. (2nd chorus) a Saviour, will be there. when you are feeling alone out-(there) a Saviour, for all that you do. so you live freely, without their harm." ....... ~{[ BVB ]}~ FOREVER!!!

Blue-Eyed Saviour A classroom of laughter, And a little girl on her own, The harsh critique of one popular child, And all the geese they'll follow, Difference isn't acceptance, In their eyes she was weird, An outcast, she had few, Only until this very day, I speak in third person, That little girl, was once me. But now things have moved on, To lands of leather and made up faces, And those school kids still un-accepting, But his voice it carries me through harsh winds, My gloomy days far below the horizon, I can breathe with my head now held high, No more fear for my own safety, He's brought me this far, I know we'll finish this journey toget

After One Directions 16-month calendar photo shoot, they decided to all go to a hotel and relax. They all had separate rooms, for their personal reasons and what not. After getting settled in, Liam dropped his stuff on the floor, and collapsed face first on his bed, with all of his clothing still on. He left his tired feet dangling off his bed, and decided to call room service. "Thank you for calling room service, how may we assist you?" A young man spoke. "Hi yes, I was wondering if I can get a cheese pie delivered to my room?" Liam asked. "Yes, certainly. And your room number sir?" "It's F209." "Ok sir, it'll be about 20 minutes." The

Blue-Eyed Saviour A classroom of laughter, And a little girl on her own, The harsh critique of one popular child, And all the geese they'll follow, Difference isn't acceptance, In their eyes she was weird, An outcast, she had few, Only until this very day, I speak in third person, That little girl, was once me. But now things have moved on, To lands of leather and made up faces, And those school kids still un-accepting, But his voice it carries me through harsh winds, My gloomy days far below the horizon, I can breathe with my head now held high, No more fear for my own safety, He's brought me this far, I know we'll finish this journey toget

   "Mhm...yeah...alright." I watched as he threw his phone, looking to make sure it landed on the bed, before sliding to the floor, burying his face in his hands.   "Andy..." I sat up on the bed, scooting off, and sitting beside Andy. "What did he say? Can I go?"   He lifted his head, looking over at me with wet eyes. "What do you think?"   "Babe," I placed my hand on his knee, leaning to look into his eyes. "You know, it's not the end of the world?"   "What am I going to do for three months, without you?" He narrowed his eyes, furrowing his brows. "I won't be able to handle not being with you."   "It's only three months. And, on tour,