FRIENDLY REMINDER
THAT WE ARE ONLY
FOUR DATES
INTO THIS
AMERICAN TOUR
June 2013
56 posts
“harry can i have a picture?”
“sorry i can’t, have to go”
“oh it’s fine”
“did you just say vine?”
No, you are wrong. I love YOU. This made me my day 19504299 times happier.
I thought about deleting the fanfic because I thought nobody was reading it! But apparently, that isn’t true. Really needed this push in my back ;) I AM SO FUCKING GLAD that you enjoy my blog so much! YOU are flawless and perfect, please stay like this love ! And yes, I do have Twitter and other shit. My username is @letmalikyocurlz and I would absolutely LOVE to talk with you! So please do send me a message darling, x x x x
niall would definitely be the kind of boyfriend that when you’re laying on the couch watching tv he’ll just come in and lay on top of you and act like you’re not there cause he’s just a big child
“hello is my weed ready”
“i’m on my way”
yeh
nope
doneoH MY GOD
liry:
i bet when liam wants to workout he just starts bench pressing one of the boys
GIIIRRRRRRRRRRRRL
U WILL NOT BULLEH WHAT HE JUS TXTED ME
what if you dialled a wrong number and a band member picked up
then it wasn’t the wrong number
no instagrams today
no vines today
niall, liam, and zayn were all out and about
harry and louis were nowhere to be seen
i mean these are things im just saying
he looks like a 5 years old kid getting ready to swim
ur butt fits in my hand like its made just for me
*at the altar about to get married*
*day dreams about making out with harry styles*
Awhhh, that’s so sweet! You’re so sweet! It’s really nice of you to message me that ♥ Thanks for brightening up my day and I will certainly keep doing this! And isn’t everyone on here nuts?
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Love you ! x x
Really, this means so much to me! I definitely AM proud, and that’s not only because of this blog, but also because I have the best followers ever. Thanks you so much, I’m so glad that you like my blog and that you enjoy it. I try my best to be a great blog and you guys are the ones who I am doing it for. Massive thank you! Keep being amazing x x
The last part of the introductary trilogy! WARNING: SMUT WITH STYLES
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I was in my room, overthinking what I’ve just done. Did I really wink to a teacher? And what I said about his clothes.. That was beyond bad for a pupil to say to her married teacher! But those pink lips, those green eyes.. They made me feel something down there. I wanted him so bad. Even if it were for one time. I just.. Had to.
niall literally paid money to have a shirt made with the words crazy mofos on it, that’s how determined he is to put an end to the term directioners
Remember that time that Harry got proposed to by a male interviewer
and Louis looked like he was about to commit homicide?
Good times.
cause-of-ziam-im-unable-to-even:
wow zayn ur hard as fuck
wait r those bunny rabbits
Badass right here
Oh wait, are those butterflies?
hardcore niall
still fuckin hardcore
“zayn do u wanna be in the video for ur band”
“….nah”
well now that i know harry styles gives 0 shits about how much i weigh
‘k niall fuk u and ur fukin burger not like i needed help wit the door’
Ofcourse hun!
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Love you ! x x
“WHY ARE THE STYLES SO HOT” “BECAUSE IT’S IN THEIR DNA” *zayn comes out of nowhere* “DID SOMEONE SAY DNA. GO BUY IT ON ITUNES”
i want harry styles to seductively whisper his credit card number in my ear
either sing Stole My Heart like you’re giving birth to disco itself or don’t sing it at all
it’s a good thing harry styles is super hot and famous and talented because I’m pretty sure if he didn’t have his own security team he would have fallen down some stairs and died by now
but wait
is he spraying himself with the perfume i just
why do i get the feeling that even if niall wasn’t in one direction he would own a bottle of that perfume
“dis is da one i think”. Niall leans forward, looking at the pink bottle. He hastily looks around, to check if nobody sees him. He quietly pulls off the top of the bottle. “It looks so beautiful”. He carefully sprays some of the fragrance on his wrist. He brings his wrist to his nose and sniffs deeply. “Dis is da craic..” He whispers. Then he looks around again. He makes sure nobody is watching, and then he quickly slips it in his one direction bag. While he nervously walks through the doors of the shop, he whispers to himself; “you are mine now lad. you’re mine”
and i’m like yo, thats $60 for a perfume
I see no difference






















