HOLY SHOOT WHAT IS THIS WATER COMING DOWN MY FACE I AM SO FUCKING RAW WITH EMOTIONS I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO THESE BOYS ARE PERFECT
"story of my life" more like LET ME BE YOUR WIFE I WANNA FUCK YOU ENDLESSLY
what happened to chinny chin chins tho
I thought this band was about carrots and big red bus what is this
what is this indie shit because I AM IN LOVE WITH IT
HIS SOLO THOUGH
HOLY FUCKING SHIT THEY DIDN'T LEAK IT THANK THE HEAVENS FUCK GOOD JOB ONE DIRECTION FANDOM GOOD FUCKING JOB.
we didn't fucking lie when we said we're changing our sound.
hahaHA I AM TURNING ONE DIRECTION INTO AN INDIE BAND FINALLY YES I AM LOOKING AND SOUNDING THE PART
I want to say a Massive thank you to all our fans who bought this song.
I ran out of crisps and that's the end of my life.
aha :) xx
story of my life? Nah more like fairytale cause I'm living the dream bitch
5 seconds of summer: before → now
MY FAVOURITE SCENE IN THE WHOLE MOVIE
"What is that?" I laughed, seeing as Harry lugged this huge, weird looking thing. It looked like some sort of electronic device, only old school.
Harry breathed out in tiredness, setting the object on the ground. “This is an old school docking station.”
"You know there’s a such thing as an iHome?" I cocked up an eyebrow.
"Yes," He replied begrudgingly. "But this is much cooler because it’s old."
I tipped my head to the side, sending him an amused grin. “Looks like it gave you quite the workout.”
"These abs don’t just appear on their own," He winked, plugging in his iPhone.
Ah, of course. How can I forget?
Don’t be fooled.
Harry Styles has the abs of a sex God.
They are no match to Liam’s or Zayn’s but they’re pretty damn close.
"So what are you in the mood to listen to?" He asked, dropping down to sit corss-legged in front of it.
He was scrolling through his phone and I caught a glimpse of the Ginger God and immediately gasped. “Ed Sheeran!” I scrambled to sit down next to him. “He’s amazing. I’m always in the mood for Ed.”
Harry turned to me, a small smile on his lips. “You like Ed?”
"Are you kidding me? I fucking love Ed."
"Why didn’t you tell me this? I could’ve arranged for you guys to meet a long time ago!"
My heart literally stopped and I couldn’t breathe.
Harry laughed but I was goddamn serious.
My hand squeezed his arm, nails digging into his flesh. “Ow, bloody hell Blair!” He pried my hand off of him, scooting away.
"You would do that?" I gasped.
"Of course. Ed is my mate, he wouldn’t mind," He shrugged as if it was nothing.
"Harry, you just scored major brownie points with me, it’s not even funny," Harry smirked as he pressed play on Lego House.
He stood up, bringing me up with him. “I’ll tweet him later, love. I’m sure he’ll be delighted to meet you.”
I squealed, jumping around slightly. “BEST DAY EVAAA!” I sang loudly, while galloping across the room.
"Alright Bear," My heart beat slightly sped up at how he just called me by the nickname Louis first called me the day I moved in, weeks ago. "Time to get to work."
I saluted him. “Yes sir.”
Walking over to the table, I dumped the bag of decorations and scattered them along the table to see what I had to work with.
I grabbed the tape and immediately started pinning up decorations to the ceiling and anywhere that looked nice. Harry was on the other side, blowing up balloons with a helium tank. We didn’t talk, we just worked in a comfortable silence with the music soothing the scene.
I screamed, jumping in the air. “MOTHER OF GOD HARRY!” I cursed, looking at his face. I could tell he was slightly startled by the random balloon popping but he was mostly focusing on my reaction. “Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”
He smirked. “OW! You’re giving me a heart attack, looking like you do-ooh!”
I rolled my eyes. “Oh please? Singing your own songs?”
"Well they are my own songs," He responded obviously.
Jumping down from the chair, I took a proud glance around the room. Minus Harry’s mess with the balloons, it looked pretty good. “What do you think, Haz?”
"I think you look amazing in my shirt," Harry smirked, receiving an eye roll. "Okay, fine. It looks great, Blair. You’re god at this."
I scoffed. “Please. I’m good at everything.”
He shot me a look.”Don’t ruin it, babe.”
"Erm, well if you’d like to pin up these balloons around the place. You know, like you did back home," He scratched the back of his neck, tugging on his bottom lip.
Why so perfect? I growled.
I stole the balloons, scattering them around the room until it finally all came together.
"We did a pretty good job," I bumped Harry’s bony hip with mine, once we were finally done and reviewing our work.
He nodded with a satisfied smile. “Yup, just one more thing.”
I turned to him, only to get a balloon popped in my face.
Harry killed himself laughing. That was until I threw the tape dispenser at his head.
"Ouch! Blair!" He whined as it fell to the ground. He felt the spot on his forehead where it hit him and gasped. "Blair! I’m bleeding!"
I pouted. “Poor baby.”
He gasped yet again. “Oh, a devious little one, aren’t you?” I shrugged, smiling contently. “Well, you’re about to pay for this, Edwards.”
He lunged at me and I ran away with a squeal. I heard him cursing and then a loud noise. Stopping, I turned around to see Harry on the ground, flat on his face.
"HA!" I screamed out in laughter as he rolled onto his back. "KARMA IS A BITCH!" I walked closer, smiling smugly.
Harry smirked as his grabbed my ankle and tugged me down onto him. “Hmm, yeah, Karma really is a bitch.” He trapped me with his arms around my waist.
"Was this really necessary?" I grumbled.
He chuckled. “Very.”
My phone started ringing so I awkwardly took it out of my back pocket and answered it, all the while having no choice but to stare back at Harry.
Irish accent. It could only be one person then.
"Nialler!" I squealed happily, wiggling excitedly. Harry groaned and I immediately knew why. Doing such movements in our position might cause something down there to awaken.
"How’re you doin’, love?" Hearing Niall’s voice made me remember how much I truly missed the boys.
"I’m great! Missing you though."
He chuckled. “I know, babe. But it’s only a little while longer. I’ll be back and cuddling with you before you know it.” I giggled. “Harry ‘round?”
I clicked speaker voice and nudged Harry. “Right here. Alright, mate?”
"Yeah, I’m good. How’s it going over there?"
"It’s been fun. But without you guys it’s so weird," Harry admitted shyly.
I pinched his cheeks. “Aw, wittle Harry misses his best fwends?”
"Shut up," He laughed.
Niall chuckled. “Hey, I totally know how you feel. It’s just not the same.”
I stared at Harry, still giggling about him missing the boys. “What, my bromance hormones are acting up,” He grinned, and I laughed harder.
"Well I just called to see how you two were doing. I’ll talk to you guys later tonight!"
"I love you Nialler," Harry shouted into the phone, making a loud kissing noise.
Niall giggled. “I’ll be back for you soon, Hazza. Wey hey, party hard! Love you too Blair!”
"Byeeeee!" I shouted before hanging up.
Taking the chance before I forgot, I typed in a quick text message to Louis.
ello Lou! love you and miss you, hope you’re having a great time back home xx
"I just sent a text to Lou," I told Harry absentmindedly and he let me roll off of him.
Harry nodded. Was it weird that we were just laying on the floor?
A notification came up with a new tweet from Niall.
@NiallOfficial: Just got off the phone with @Harry_Styles and @xoblairedwards! great talk - they’re an adorable couple and i love them to bits!
Curse you Niall.
I shoved the phone to Harry and let him read it.
He smiled. “And this is why I love Niall.”
"He’s so good with all of this," He rolled onto his side to face me. "I think he makes this whole relationship more believable than we do."
I stayed quiet for a moment. “Do the press know we’re here?”
"Probably," He shrugged. "If they don’t, Directioners do. They know everything," He creepily widened his eyes.
I laughed. “You have a really pretty laugh,” Harry admitted bashfully. I bit my lip to keep from saying anything and he groaned. “Don’t bite your lip like that… it makes me want to bite it for you.”
My face immediately started to heat up and I shot up like a rocket. I was up and on my feet in an instant, already heading for the stairs. “I um, think I heard your mom. I’ll go see if she’s back.”
I knew Harry understood. Thus why he just looked at me while I escaped.
Why does there always have to be an awkward moment between us?
As if God heard my silent prayers, the door opened and revealed Anne struggling with a bunch of groceries.
I rushed to help her. “Oh thank you dear!”
I headed back to the kitchen and set them on the counter. When I turned around, Harry was there, sending me a genuine smile.
"Does it look good down there?" Anne asked, looking at both of us.
"If I do say so myself, it does," Harry smiled proudly.
Anne smiled excitedly. “That’s good! Alright, there’s just one more thing I need you two to do before it’s almost time for the party!
Harry and I ended up convincing Anne that I could stay and help her up while Harry went and pick up the orders. She was refusing, saying that I should go with Harry, but it was obvious she needed my help more than he did.
I helped her for the cooking for as long as she needed but after a while, she was practically shooing me out of the kitchen.
“It’s practically all ready now!” She yelled, taking a sip of her ice cold water. It was like a sauna in there right now. “Go get yourself ready for tonight! Harry should be back any minute to get ready too. And then when everyone starts arriving, he’s probably going to want to introduce you to everyone.”
I blushed, hiding it with the long strands of my hair. “Okay, I’ll be upstairs. Just let me know if you need anything though!”
I knew that even if she did need help, she probably wouldn’t call me.
Since I had about an hour to spare, I decided that this would be the perfect occasion for me to actually curl my hair. I plugged in my curler and let it heat up before starting to make the long, loose curls that would cascade down my back in an elegant fashion.
After my hair was all finished, I started with my make-up. It didn’t take me too long because I was only going for something extremely simple. I didn’t want to look like a cake face when meeting Harry’s family.
That was the last thing I needed.
I was rummaging through my bag, looking for a suitable outfit for tonight when the door opened and Harry barged in.
He immediately went to lie down on the bed, sighing loudly.
I continued as if I hadn’t heard him come in.
Throughout the corner of my eye, I saw his eyes widen as they landed on me.
“Erm, Blair,” He cleared his throat, sitting up. “You look beautiful.”
“Thanks Harry,” I responded in a timid voice, not turning around to face him.
I looked at him for a quick second and he smiled.
“You should start cleaning yourself up a bit, yeah?” I questioned quietly, struggling to pull out a dress from the bottom of the bag.
It was an elegant black dress, the back was open and it was tight at the waist, then flowed cutely outwards like a tutu.
I twirled around to face Harry, who was watching me carefully. “What do you think?” I held up the dress in front of me.
Harry looked at the dress, then back to me. “I think,” He paused, wetting his lips. “That you’re going to be the most beautiful girl tonight.”
I looked up to see a tall boy who looked no older than me peering down at me in shock. He had dark blonde hair gelled up into a small quiff and dreamy blue eyes that reminded me of the ocean.
At first glance, he was undoubtedly gorgeous.
But the mere thought of him being attractive was completely erased as he started chuckling. It started off as chuckling but soon enough became loud gargles of laughter.
My jaw dropped in shock.
What the fuck is this.
“So desperate to get a picture you had to throw yourself at me?” The words rolled off his tongue fluently and I realized he was no Brit; his accent was Australian.
I narrowed my eyes at him, scrambling to get back on my feet. “Excuse me?” I hissed, the small control I had over my emotions flying out the window.
what the fuck is this.. are you trying to kill me
zayn malik at his finest