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I drug the razor across my now much smaller thigh. I let out a low hiss as the first few deep red droplets began to form. Suddenly, I heard a repetitive beep, bringing me from my dreamy daze. I slapped my alarm clock, letting out a groan. Sitting up in bed I ran my hand across my scarred thigh. Dreams like that always threw me for a loop. I would awake with an itchy hand that wanted to do nothing more than open my razor and pull my small silver friend from its cage. Drag it across my flesh and bleed out all the pain of my past. But I am over that. I’ve moved on. I am too strong to let the call of a razor break me. 

I pulled a pen from my purse by my bed and crossed another day off the calendar I kept on my nightstand. Tuesday, November 13th. I was painfully aware it had now been 2 days since I had spoken to Niall. We went from nightly phone calls to nothing. I’d never admit it out loud, but I missed him. I drug myself from bed, determined to get to class on time. I hurried to get dressed, throwing on the first bit of clothing I’d found. I glanced in the mirror, smiling at my reflection. I silently complemented my shapely figure. I had curves in the right places and that was something I had worked hard for. The yoga pants accented the small ass I had nicely. But what I lacked there was more than made up for in the front. The tanktop barely contained the chest that may have looked a bit awkward on my frame. My mother always said I was too full of myself, but I think loving yourself is a must. I had come a long way from the overweight girl I was in high school. I was pretty then, but I hated myself. I hid my body in oversized clothes and thought everyone made fun of me. After a nasty spat with an eating disorder and a recovery that saved my life, I loved my size 6. But now i know I’d still love myself as a 26 too. That’s the funny thing about beating an eating disorder, you learn to love what you have. 

Anyway, before I went all Demi Lovato on you, I was rushing out the door, determined to get to my class on time. I didn’t notice the absence of my phones until I sat on the bus. I cursed under my breath as I toyed with my earphones, hoping time would fly by. I closed my eyes, placing my forehead on the dirty window. The ride drug slowly but I felt the bus lurch to a stop for the third and final time. I gathered my purse and ran to the front, 

I caught a glimpse of the driver’s dash clock and smiled. 9:50, I was good. Chrissy was tapping her high heel in annoyance as she waited for my arrival. “I don’t know why you don’t just ride with me.” She said offering an eyeroll. 
“I’m not getting up before I have to Chris.
My first class is two hours after yours. That would be horrible.” 
She scoffed, letting the conversation go as we hurried to our lit class. I took my seat in the back of the room and pulled a notepad and pencil from my purse. The teacher began lecturing on “A Street Car Named Desire”. The play I already knew backward and forwards. It had been one of my favorites since I was a kid. Professor garner made a few mistakes in his plot summary, but I dared not correct him. He hated me enough without that fuel. The day drug on. I had two classes after Lit and hated them both. School in general I wasn’t fond of. Around 4 my day finally came to a close and I hopped on the bus toward home.

I got off the bus 2 stops early and headed to the shop. I decided to bake a cake for the evening. I planned to invite Chrissy and what’s his face over, maybe have a movie night. I bought the ingredients for a chocolate cake and hurried home. Instinctively I checked Niall’s phone first, hoping to see a text from him. Nothing form him but there were calls from all his band mates. A ton of them. I scrolled through the list, eyeing at least 50. Suddenly my phone rang, breaking my concentration. It was Chrissy! “Hey bae. I was wondering if you and lover boy wanted to come over tonight. Pizza and movies?” She quickly replied and asked me a question about our math homework that i probably wasn’t going to do. I retreated to the kitchen, still holding the phone to my ear. As i slid through Niall’s, unlocking his phone and opening safari. I went to the Sal’s, our local pizzeria, website and placed an order for a cheese and meat lovers. Chrissy was still rattling on as I poured the ingredients in a bowl and began stirring. Niall’s phone began ringing again and Chris silenced, trying to be nosey no doubt. 

"Liam" was blinking across the screen. Niall had told them about his other phone. I wasn’t sure why they’d call this one. When the ringing stopped, it started right back up again. This time it was zayn. "Hold on Chrissy." I said, putting my phone down and sliding my finger across Niall’s. 
“Hello?”
“Fuck! Finally! This is zayn. Niall’s mate. Have you heard from him?”
“No. Why?” 
“We had an award ceremony and he never showed. We can’t get ahold of him.”
“I haven’t talked to him in a days dear.”
“Fuck. Us either. Just let us know if you hear somethin, yea?” 
“Alright. Same to you.” 
The line went dead after that. I picked up my phone, seeing Chrissy had hung up I placed the bowl on the counter. I went to pee and threw my hair into a messy bun and applied a bit of eyeliner. I didn’t look so dead then. I walked back out to the kitchen, grabbing my phone and dialing my best friend again. “Be here in like an hour. I got sal’s coming.” I picked up the bowl and began mixing again. “Okay. I gotta go her ready. I’ll see you in a bit.” She hung up and I heard the doorbell ring. I went to it, turning the handle and not looking up from my mixture before saying “hey hold on I’ll get the money from my purse. Could ya sit them on the table?”


I dropped my phone to the floor and huffed as I saw the man bend in front of me, his blonde hair came to a point and reminded me a lot of someone I had seen before. “Hey candy.” He said, leaning up to hand me my phone. I dropped the bowl of batter which would of smashed onto the tile of my entryway of Niall’s hand hadn’t had swooped down, catching it midair. “Better be careful babe.” I coughed, unable to find words. 

He sat everything on the table as I stared on. An older man came up, pizzas in hand. “It’s $37.06” he stated plainly. Niall pulled a $50 bill from his pocket and handed it to the guy, taking the pizzas. “Keep the change. He called over his shoulder as he kicked the door shut.


“Niall?” I asked confusion clear in my voice. He smiled, nearly knocking me to my feet. “What candy cane? I don’t get a hug?” I offered the best smile I could, stumbling forward and wrapping my send around his neck. His hand ghosted down my spine and settled in the small of my back. We held that position for a few minutes. I laid my head on his chest, he smelled like coffee and cigarettes. My heart was beating so fast I was sure he could feel it. “Alright babe, so I came for my phone. But I was wondering if I could stay for a bit? I needed a break.”

He answered the question I hadn’t spoken yet, he always seemed to know what I was thinking. “My girl, she will tell the world where I am. She likes the attention. I can trust you, I think.” His hand rested on my hip and I pulled away “yeah, sure.” I ignored the flipping in my chest as I turned, stirring the batter once more. “Well Chrissy and her boyfriend are coming over for movies and pizza. So you’ll want to be comfortable I’m sure. And those,” I wrinkled my nose, “seem to need a good cleaning. I’ll call Chris and have her bring some pajamas over.” He offered a half smile as I poured the batter in a pan and placed it on the oven rack. I set the timer and turned to him pulling my phone from my bra and dialing her number. “Chris could you get Luke to stop by the shop and pick up some pajamas? I have a friend that came to visit.” I spit as soon as she picked up the phone. “A friend? Ooooooo. Yes mam I will!” I rolled my eyes before laying it on the course. Niall was over by the cake batter, he dipped a finger in and winked at me. “Don’t Horan.” He let out a laugh and grabbed a bit from the pan before flinging it at me. It splattered on my fridge causing us to double over in hysterics. He came over to me, placing his clean hand on my side. He dropped a spot of batter on my nose and smiled. “You’re even prettier in person babe.” He winked, causing me to blush. 

I pushed a finger over the batter on my nose put it in my mouth. “Mmmmmmm” I smiled, sliding my finger into his palm and then up to his mouth. My breathing got heavier as he opened his mouth and closed his lips around my finger. He worked his tongue lapping at the batter before opening his beautiful mouth and letting me go. “Candy cane it’s delicious.” I was busy trying to recover from his attack. My mind was racing with extremely dirty thoughts as Niall washed his hands off in the sink.

I walked to my living room as he placed the pan back in the oven. I was standing, flipping through the tv when he joined me. He took a seat on the couch as I settled on the voice until my best friend would arrive. I sat on the opposite side of the couch and fixated my eyes on the screen. Adam made that bit all too east. We watched in silence for about 5 minutes before Niall reached over, putting his hand on mine. “Come closer?” He smiled making me move toward him instinctually. I sat on the cushion next to him, being sure to not touch him. I grabbed the cover from the back of my sofa and threw it over me. “I’m a wee bit cold too. Come on over so we can share.” Niall encouraged. I planted myself directly beside him and he slid his arm around me. We went back to silence and I to watching my favorite show. “Candy?” Niall beckoned again. “Hm?” I asked, not turning from the television. “Candy let me kiss you.” My jaw dropped and I was searching for words. Before I found them, my door swung open and I heard a high pitched scream as my best friend stared on at the man beside me.



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I drug the razor across my now much smaller thigh. I let out a low hiss as the first few deep red droplets began to form. Suddenly, I heard a repetitive beep, bringing me from my dreamy daze. I slapped my alarm clock, letting out a groan. Sitting up in bed I ran my hand across my scarred thigh. Dreams like that always threw me for a loop. I would awake with an itchy hand that wanted to do nothing more than open my razor and pull my small silver friend from its cage. Drag it across my flesh and bleed out all the pain of my past. But I am over that. I’ve moved on. I am too strong to let the call of a razor break me.

I pulled a pen from my purse by my bed and crossed another day off the calendar I kept on my nightstand. Tuesday, November 13th. I was painfully aware it had now been 2 days since I had spoken to Niall. We went from nightly phone calls to nothing. I’d never admit it out loud, but I missed him. I drug myself from bed, determined to get to class on time. I hurried to get dressed, throwing on the first bit of clothing I’d found. I glanced in the mirror, smiling at my reflection. I silently complemented my shapely figure. I had curves in the right places and that was something I had worked hard for. The yoga pants accented the small ass I had nicely. But what I lacked there was more than made up for in the front. The tanktop barely contained the chest that may have looked a bit awkward on my frame. My mother always said I was too full of myself, but I think loving yourself is a must. I had come a long way from the overweight girl I was in high school. I was pretty then, but I hated myself. I hid my body in oversized clothes and thought everyone made fun of me. After a nasty spat with an eating disorder and a recovery that saved my life, I loved my size 6. But now i know I’d still love myself as a 26 too. That’s the funny thing about beating an eating disorder, you learn to love what you have.

Anyway, before I went all Demi Lovato on you, I was rushing out the door, determined to get to my class on time. I didn’t notice the absence of my phones until I sat on the bus. I cursed under my breath as I toyed with my earphones, hoping time would fly by. I closed my eyes, placing my forehead on the dirty window. The ride drug slowly but I felt the bus lurch to a stop for the third and final time. I gathered my purse and ran to the front,

I caught a glimpse of the driver’s dash clock and smiled. 9:50, I was good. Chrissy was tapping her high heel in annoyance as she waited for my arrival. “I don’t know why you don’t just ride with me.” She said offering an eyeroll.
“I’m not getting up before I have to Chris.
My first class is two hours after yours. That would be horrible.”
She scoffed, letting the conversation go as we hurried to our lit class. I took my seat in the back of the room and pulled a notepad and pencil from my purse. The teacher began lecturing on “A Street Car Named Desire”. The play I already knew backward and forwards. It had been one of my favorites since I was a kid. Professor garner made a few mistakes in his plot summary, but I dared not correct him. He hated me enough without that fuel. The day drug on. I had two classes after Lit and hated them both. School in general I wasn’t fond of. Around 4 my day finally came to a close and I hopped on the bus toward home.

I got off the bus 2 stops early and headed to the shop. I decided to bake a cake for the evening. I planned to invite Chrissy and what’s his face over, maybe have a movie night. I bought the ingredients for a chocolate cake and hurried home. Instinctively I checked Niall’s phone first, hoping to see a text from him. Nothing form him but there were calls from all his band mates. A ton of them. I scrolled through the list, eyeing at least 50. Suddenly my phone rang, breaking my concentration. It was Chrissy! “Hey bae. I was wondering if you and lover boy wanted to come over tonight. Pizza and movies?” She quickly replied and asked me a question about our math homework that i probably wasn’t going to do. I retreated to the kitchen, still holding the phone to my ear. As i slid through Niall’s, unlocking his phone and opening safari. I went to the Sal’s, our local pizzeria, website and placed an order for a cheese and meat lovers. Chrissy was still rattling on as I poured the ingredients in a bowl and began stirring. Niall’s phone began ringing again and Chris silenced, trying to be nosey no doubt.

"Liam" was blinking across the screen. Niall had told them about his other phone. I wasn’t sure why they’d call this one. When the ringing stopped, it started right back up again. This time it was zayn. "Hold on Chrissy." I said, putting my phone down and sliding my finger across Niall’s.
“Hello?”
“Fuck! Finally! This is zayn. Niall’s mate. Have you heard from him?”
“No. Why?”
“We had an award ceremony and he never showed. We can’t get ahold of him.”
“I haven’t talked to him in a days dear.”
“Fuck. Us either. Just let us know if you hear somethin, yea?”
“Alright. Same to you.”
The line went dead after that. I picked up my phone, seeing Chrissy had hung up I placed the bowl on the counter. I went to pee and threw my hair into a messy bun and applied a bit of eyeliner. I didn’t look so dead then. I walked back out to the kitchen, grabbing my phone and dialing my best friend again. “Be here in like an hour. I got sal’s coming.” I picked up the bowl and began mixing again. “Okay. I gotta go her ready. I’ll see you in a bit.” She hung up and I heard the doorbell ring. I went to it, turning the handle and not looking up from my mixture before saying “hey hold on I’ll get the money from my purse. Could ya sit them on the table?”


I dropped my phone to the floor and huffed as I saw the man bend in front of me, his blonde hair came to a point and reminded me a lot of someone I had seen before. “Hey candy.” He said, leaning up to hand me my phone. I dropped the bowl of batter which would of smashed onto the tile of my entryway of Niall’s hand hadn’t had swooped down, catching it midair. “Better be careful babe.” I coughed, unable to find words.

He sat everything on the table as I stared on. An older man came up, pizzas in hand. “It’s $37.06” he stated plainly. Niall pulled a $50 bill from his pocket and handed it to the guy, taking the pizzas. “Keep the change. He called over his shoulder as he kicked the door shut.


“Niall?” I asked confusion clear in my voice. He smiled, nearly knocking me to my feet. “What candy cane? I don’t get a hug?” I offered the best smile I could, stumbling forward and wrapping my send around his neck. His hand ghosted down my spine and settled in the small of my back. We held that position for a few minutes. I laid my head on his chest, he smelled like coffee and cigarettes. My heart was beating so fast I was sure he could feel it. “Alright babe, so I came for my phone. But I was wondering if I could stay for a bit? I needed a break.”

He answered the question I hadn’t spoken yet, he always seemed to know what I was thinking. “My girl, she will tell the world where I am. She likes the attention. I can trust you, I think.” His hand rested on my hip and I pulled away “yeah, sure.” I ignored the flipping in my chest as I turned, stirring the batter once more. “Well Chrissy and her boyfriend are coming over for movies and pizza. So you’ll want to be comfortable I’m sure. And those,” I wrinkled my nose, “seem to need a good cleaning. I’ll call Chris and have her bring some pajamas over.” He offered a half smile as I poured the batter in a pan and placed it on the oven rack. I set the timer and turned to him pulling my phone from my bra and dialing her number. “Chris could you get Luke to stop by the shop and pick up some pajamas? I have a friend that came to visit.” I spit as soon as she picked up the phone. “A friend? Ooooooo. Yes mam I will!” I rolled my eyes before laying it on the course. Niall was over by the cake batter, he dipped a finger in and winked at me. “Don’t Horan.” He let out a laugh and grabbed a bit from the pan before flinging it at me. It splattered on my fridge causing us to double over in hysterics. He came over to me, placing his clean hand on my side. He dropped a spot of batter on my nose and smiled. “You’re even prettier in person babe.” He winked, causing me to blush.

I pushed a finger over the batter on my nose put it in my mouth. “Mmmmmmm” I smiled, sliding my finger into his palm and then up to his mouth. My breathing got heavier as he opened his mouth and closed his lips around my finger. He worked his tongue lapping at the batter before opening his beautiful mouth and letting me go. “Candy cane it’s delicious.” I was busy trying to recover from his attack. My mind was racing with extremely dirty thoughts as Niall washed his hands off in the sink.

I walked to my living room as he placed the pan back in the oven. I was standing, flipping through the tv when he joined me. He took a seat on the couch as I settled on the voice until my best friend would arrive. I sat on the opposite side of the couch and fixated my eyes on the screen. Adam made that bit all too east. We watched in silence for about 5 minutes before Niall reached over, putting his hand on mine. “Come closer?” He smiled making me move toward him instinctually. I sat on the cushion next to him, being sure to not touch him. I grabbed the cover from the back of my sofa and threw it over me. “I’m a wee bit cold too. Come on over so we can share.” Niall encouraged. I planted myself directly beside him and he slid his arm around me. We went back to silence and I to watching my favorite show. “Candy?” Niall beckoned again. “Hm?” I asked, not turning from the television. “Candy let me kiss you.” My jaw dropped and I was searching for words. Before I found them, my door swung open and I heard a high pitched scream as my best friend stared on at the man beside me.

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alpacalypse:

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I GOT 10 MINUTES LEFT OF BEING A TEENAGER I GOTTA DO SOMETHING REBELLIOUS UH

guess who just put paper in the non-recycling. nnnnYEHAWH

Looking back on this as a 20 year old, I now realise how utterly irresponsible I behaved. I apologise. I have since removed the paper and put it in the recycling. I hope you can forgive me for my foolish and reckless behaviour. I can assure you it will not happen again. I am disgusted with myself.

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IM SORRY….. but then again im actually not

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I twirled the slightly too soggy pasta Chrissy had so lovingly attempted to cook around my plate a few times. I felt the vibrate that had become all too familiar from my pocket. I instantly reached in, the dorky smile on my face apparently growing quickly. 

"Spill it. You’ve been texting this mysterious owner of the phone for hours. What’s going on?" I shrugged, attempting to throw her off the trail. She edged closer to me. "Is he cute or something?" I laughed. "You could say that." Her phone rang, turning her attention to her boyfriend jake. Saved by the bell, literally. I felt the vibrate begin again, signaling a call. I turned going to the bathroom unnoticed by my best friend and her lovey conversation with the asshole she was currently dating. 

"Hello?" I whispered as soon as the door was securely closed, I tried to lock it but forgot Krissy had broken the damn handle. "Why’re you whispering?" He whispered back. I laughed a bit. "I’m with my best friend." "Candy, are you hiding in the bathroom?" I scoffed "no." I could almost hear his smile in his voice as he spoke. "Why don’t you just tell her?" I was picking at my split ends as I tried to think of an excuse. "Niall I don’t want to share your attention." Probably wouldn’t fly as well as I wanted it to. "I don’t know." I settled on before twirling my hair around my finger. "How was school babe?" He changed the subject, noticing my awkwardness. "Ughhhhh." I sighed "long. My professor is a total asshole." He laughed, which had become like music to me. 

Every night Niall had rang me. Even if it was only for a minute, it was soon my favorite part of the day. “How was your day?” I asked. He sighed “busy. I’m really tired. But I’m goin home for a bit soon.” 
“But you are home.”
“Not London. Back to Ireland. I can’t wait. Me mum is having a conniption to have me home for a while. And my brother. He’s havin a baby ya know. My dad will be on holiday but everyone else will be there.” I loved him talking about his life. He always got so excited over his family. 

"Im glad babe. You deserve a break." 
“And after that, back to America.”
I contained my excitement but he had to get his phone. He and I would meet. Even if it’s just for the phone. “And I get to see me girl.” I let out a silent sigh. He always had to bring up his “friend”. I had seen pictures of her, some quite unflattering pictures stored in the depths of his phone. I noticed I hadn’t spoke while he rambled on about seeing this girl. “So is she your girlfriend then?” I finally dared to ask and he sounded as if he nearly pissed himself laughing. “I don’t date candy dandy. I fuck. A lot.” I let out a sigh of relief. Why him being a womanizer pleased me, I can’t tell you. “Candy, when I go to America do you think I can see you? Like more than just to get the phone.” I agreed instantly of course. Deep down, I dreaded giving the phone back to Niall. He would go away and I’d be back to boring old Candace. He yawned for the 100th time. “Time for bed?” 
“I think so. Goodnight babe. I’ll talk to you soon, yeah?”

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I could hear the smile in her voice. Fuck, what am I doing? Getting all flippy over some bitch across the world? I cringed at my harsh word. She wasn’t a bitch, far from it. “Goodnight Ni.” The line soon wen dead and I tossed over staring at my clock. “4 am. Fuck what am I doin?” My most recent “friend” made her way from the bathroom. She dropped the towel, bringing it to her dark blue hair “who was that Niall?” I smirked, reaching a hand out and slapping her thick ass. “Don’t worry about that Daph. Come on, let’s go again.” As she straddled my lap I can honestly say it wasn’t a blue haired punk chick riding my cocky in my head. It was an innocent looking blonde with a set of tits id love to feel wrapped around me. Daphne rode me for a few minutes. I don’t know if she came, I never cared. But I did, that’s was counted. 

I pushed her out of my flat as soon as she put on her much too large clothes. She must’ve been using again. She sure looked like it. I ran a hand through my sweaty hair and sighed, grabbing a fag from the pack by my bed. I lit it, wishing it was something stronger. I wanted a buzz. A buzz would get me to sleep. It was always like this. I walked to my bathroom, taking note of the needle that confirmed my suspicions. I tossed it in the trash, stripping my clothes and stepping into my giant shower. I let the water fall over my skin. It was going on six now, another sleepless night. I began thinking of the upcoming week, I was dreading it. A stupid award show, 4 stupid interviews, it didn’t seem worth it. I pushed myself out of the shower after I finished washing the regret from my body. 

Privacy was something lost with fame. I couldn’t walk out of my flat during daylight without 1000 people shoving their pretentious cameras in my face asking their pretentious questions. But early in the morning, London’s streets were empty. A small light illuminated the window of a shoppe down the street from mine. I pushed the door open, carry out at 6 am? Why not? I placed an order with the elderly Chinese woman. She stared at me deeply, causing me to be all but comfortable. I restrained myself from asking what the fuck her problem was. Mainly Because I feared she’d actually begin telling me her problems. Luckily, I heard a bell signaling the arrival of my food. She handed me my sack before turning, leaving without even a “have a good day”. 


I made my way to a park down the street. During the day it was filled with dogs, families, happy couples holding hands, a billion teenage girls holding cameras their daddy’s bought them, all the normal shit. But with the darkness came solitude. A few homeless people shivering on benches is the most you’d ever see. Speaking of, their was one of them. A young guy about my height, maybe a bit taller. He had a small cat on his lap as he pet it he smiled, murmuring something I couldn’t hear. I joined him on the bench unnoticed. 

The homeless always had an effect on me. I guess it was the fact that I had been there but so much changes in just a few years. I pulled food from the bag and opened the container. His attention quickly turned and I could almost see his mouth watering just from the look in his eyes. I handed the box to him with a half smile. “No.” Was all he could manage but I insisted. I wasn’t that hungry anyway and who knew how long it had been since he had a proper meal. I stood up, giving him a nod. He returned it, his mouth stuffed full with rice. “Mind if I have the fortune cookie?” I asked and he dug to the bottom, handing me the plastic wrapped cookie. I dug the notes from my pocket and handed them to him. It was probably more than he’s seen in a while. I sat the cash on the bench, I estimated it around £500. It wasn’t anything to me. I offered him a smile and turned, leaving but not before I heard him gasp. I smiled to myself. My mum always said not to give money to the homeless. That they’ll go buy drugs with it, who the fuck am I to tell this guy what to do. Honestly, if someone woulda handed me that much cash when I was sleeping in a park like this, I woulda done the same. 

I opened the fortune cookie, flipping it in my hand a few times before crushing it and slipping a half in my mouth. I unfolded the small slip of paper with a smile. “Travel is the only cure for a sickened heart.” I read out loud. The sun was beginning to ascend into the sky. I I felt into my pocket, pulling out my car keys and hurried back home. I had a plan and it had to be done before the streets filled. I felt my back pocket, making sure my wallet was in place before hurrying into my car. 

I don’t know if it was the lack of sleep or the fortune cookie. But something was forcing me from London. Something was telling me the lads didn’t need me at these appointments we had. I wanted to be anywhere but there. I went to the airport telling myself I didn’t know where I’d go, but if I’m honest, I think the whole time I knew I was hopping on a plane headed toward America. I was going to get my phone, and I was going to meet the one who held it. The one who wouldn’t get the fuck out of my mind.




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I twirled the slightly too soggy pasta Chrissy had so lovingly attempted to cook around my plate a few times. I felt the vibrate that had become all too familiar from my pocket. I instantly reached in, the dorky smile on my face apparently growing quickly.

"Spill it. You’ve been texting this mysterious owner of the phone for hours. What’s going on?" I shrugged, attempting to throw her off the trail. She edged closer to me. "Is he cute or something?" I laughed. "You could say that." Her phone rang, turning her attention to her boyfriend jake. Saved by the bell, literally. I felt the vibrate begin again, signaling a call. I turned going to the bathroom unnoticed by my best friend and her lovey conversation with the asshole she was currently dating.

"Hello?" I whispered as soon as the door was securely closed, I tried to lock it but forgot Krissy had broken the damn handle. "Why’re you whispering?" He whispered back. I laughed a bit. "I’m with my best friend." "Candy, are you hiding in the bathroom?" I scoffed "no." I could almost hear his smile in his voice as he spoke. "Why don’t you just tell her?" I was picking at my split ends as I tried to think of an excuse. "Niall I don’t want to share your attention." Probably wouldn’t fly as well as I wanted it to. "I don’t know." I settled on before twirling my hair around my finger. "How was school babe?" He changed the subject, noticing my awkwardness. "Ughhhhh." I sighed "long. My professor is a total asshole." He laughed, which had become like music to me.

Every night Niall had rang me. Even if it was only for a minute, it was soon my favorite part of the day. “How was your day?” I asked. He sighed “busy. I’m really tired. But I’m goin home for a bit soon.”
“But you are home.”
“Not London. Back to Ireland. I can’t wait. Me mum is having a conniption to have me home for a while. And my brother. He’s havin a baby ya know. My dad will be on holiday but everyone else will be there.” I loved him talking about his life. He always got so excited over his family.

"Im glad babe. You deserve a break."
“And after that, back to America.”
I contained my excitement but he had to get his phone. He and I would meet. Even if it’s just for the phone. “And I get to see me girl.” I let out a silent sigh. He always had to bring up his “friend”. I had seen pictures of her, some quite unflattering pictures stored in the depths of his phone. I noticed I hadn’t spoke while he rambled on about seeing this girl. “So is she your girlfriend then?” I finally dared to ask and he sounded as if he nearly pissed himself laughing. “I don’t date candy dandy. I fuck. A lot.” I let out a sigh of relief. Why him being a womanizer pleased me, I can’t tell you. “Candy, when I go to America do you think I can see you? Like more than just to get the phone.” I agreed instantly of course. Deep down, I dreaded giving the phone back to Niall. He would go away and I’d be back to boring old Candace. He yawned for the 100th time. “Time for bed?”
“I think so. Goodnight babe. I’ll talk to you soon, yeah?”

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I could hear the smile in her voice. Fuck, what am I doing? Getting all flippy over some bitch across the world? I cringed at my harsh word. She wasn’t a bitch, far from it. “Goodnight Ni.” The line soon wen dead and I tossed over staring at my clock. “4 am. Fuck what am I doin?” My most recent “friend” made her way from the bathroom. She dropped the towel, bringing it to her dark blue hair “who was that Niall?” I smirked, reaching a hand out and slapping her thick ass. “Don’t worry about that Daph. Come on, let’s go again.” As she straddled my lap I can honestly say it wasn’t a blue haired punk chick riding my cocky in my head. It was an innocent looking blonde with a set of tits id love to feel wrapped around me. Daphne rode me for a few minutes. I don’t know if she came, I never cared. But I did, that’s was counted.

I pushed her out of my flat as soon as she put on her much too large clothes. She must’ve been using again. She sure looked like it. I ran a hand through my sweaty hair and sighed, grabbing a fag from the pack by my bed. I lit it, wishing it was something stronger. I wanted a buzz. A buzz would get me to sleep. It was always like this. I walked to my bathroom, taking note of the needle that confirmed my suspicions. I tossed it in the trash, stripping my clothes and stepping into my giant shower. I let the water fall over my skin. It was going on six now, another sleepless night. I began thinking of the upcoming week, I was dreading it. A stupid award show, 4 stupid interviews, it didn’t seem worth it. I pushed myself out of the shower after I finished washing the regret from my body.

Privacy was something lost with fame. I couldn’t walk out of my flat during daylight without 1000 people shoving their pretentious cameras in my face asking their pretentious questions. But early in the morning, London’s streets were empty. A small light illuminated the window of a shoppe down the street from mine. I pushed the door open, carry out at 6 am? Why not? I placed an order with the elderly Chinese woman. She stared at me deeply, causing me to be all but comfortable. I restrained myself from asking what the fuck her problem was. Mainly Because I feared she’d actually begin telling me her problems. Luckily, I heard a bell signaling the arrival of my food. She handed me my sack before turning, leaving without even a “have a good day”.


I made my way to a park down the street. During the day it was filled with dogs, families, happy couples holding hands, a billion teenage girls holding cameras their daddy’s bought them, all the normal shit. But with the darkness came solitude. A few homeless people shivering on benches is the most you’d ever see. Speaking of, their was one of them. A young guy about my height, maybe a bit taller. He had a small cat on his lap as he pet it he smiled, murmuring something I couldn’t hear. I joined him on the bench unnoticed.

The homeless always had an effect on me. I guess it was the fact that I had been there but so much changes in just a few years. I pulled food from the bag and opened the container. His attention quickly turned and I could almost see his mouth watering just from the look in his eyes. I handed the box to him with a half smile. “No.” Was all he could manage but I insisted. I wasn’t that hungry anyway and who knew how long it had been since he had a proper meal. I stood up, giving him a nod. He returned it, his mouth stuffed full with rice. “Mind if I have the fortune cookie?” I asked and he dug to the bottom, handing me the plastic wrapped cookie. I dug the notes from my pocket and handed them to him. It was probably more than he’s seen in a while. I sat the cash on the bench, I estimated it around £500. It wasn’t anything to me. I offered him a smile and turned, leaving but not before I heard him gasp. I smiled to myself. My mum always said not to give money to the homeless. That they’ll go buy drugs with it, who the fuck am I to tell this guy what to do. Honestly, if someone woulda handed me that much cash when I was sleeping in a park like this, I woulda done the same.

I opened the fortune cookie, flipping it in my hand a few times before crushing it and slipping a half in my mouth. I unfolded the small slip of paper with a smile. “Travel is the only cure for a sickened heart.” I read out loud. The sun was beginning to ascend into the sky. I I felt into my pocket, pulling out my car keys and hurried back home. I had a plan and it had to be done before the streets filled. I felt my back pocket, making sure my wallet was in place before hurrying into my car.

I don’t know if it was the lack of sleep or the fortune cookie. But something was forcing me from London. Something was telling me the lads didn’t need me at these appointments we had. I wanted to be anywhere but there. I went to the airport telling myself I didn’t know where I’d go, but if I’m honest, I think the whole time I knew I was hopping on a plane headed toward America. I was going to get my phone, and I was going to meet the one who held it. The one who wouldn’t get the fuck out of my mind.


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— 5 months ago with 1 note
#Niall Horan  #one direction  #1d  #niall  #horan  #nialler  #punk  #punk 1d  #punk one direction  #punk Niall  #punk niall horan  #punk nialler 
I opened my eyes, thanking The Lord above for Saturdays and sleeping in. I looked at the clock, 11 am. I grunted, raising my arms and stretching as I sat up in bed. I looked over, seeing Niall’s phone sitting on my dresser. I felt red flood my cheeks as I reached for it. I pressed the button waking it up and saw 2 texts from the unsaved number Niall had been using. 
“Shit. Plz dnt sell me phone. Privacy is imprtant t me.” 
“Candy, please. Reply at least.”
I typed in the code and quickly replied. 
“Niall I wouldn’t do that. I’m not a complete bitch. I just didn’t want you to freak out if I didn’t tell you.” 
“It’s only fair I see u since u seen me.”

The reply was almost instantaneous. I sighed, pulling a brush through my hair. My nerves were jumbled and I frantically put some makeup on, covering the fuck ups on my skin. I decided to leave the tank top I had been wearing on and opened the camera. I took at least 20 pictures before I finally settled on one I sorta liked. It was simply a smile, and the best I could do with such short notice. 
I typed a smile before closing my eyes and hitting the send. 
“U dnt look like ud like us.”
I rolled my eyes, why the fuck does everyone say that. How do you look like you like something. 
“Nt tht its bad. Ur rly cute.”
He added quickly, causing me to smile. 
“You’re not too bad yourself. ;)” 
I replied quickly, ignoring the flip in my stomach. I placed the phone in my drawer, ignoring the vibrate and concentrating on the hunger gnawing on my insides. My apartment was too quite for it to be a Saturday. I turned on the radio and danced around my kitchen as I pulled open cabinets searching for my lucky charms. I glanced toward the trash can cursing Chris silently. She must’ve finished off my box yesterday. I rummaged through the cabinets trying to find something edible. Or the college kid version of edible; aka throwing some shit in a microwave for less than 3 minutes and swallowing it in 2 bites. Unfortunately, I was out of everything I could actually eat. 
I retreated back into my room, grabbing both phones from the drawer and shoved mine into my already too full purse. I slid my earbuds in and plugged the jack into Niall’s phone. I swiped through the music and found some DD. I laughed to myself before typing to Niall
*you have your own album? Isn’t listening to yourself weird?*
I began walking down the stairs and debated stopping to get Chrissy. I decided against it and continued down toward the street. I was halfway to the store before the phone buzzed with a reply. 
*we al bought the album when it came out haha I don’t listen t it promise* 
*i was just kidding. Simmer down sparky* 
* ;) so tell me bout u* 
*theres not much to tell. Im not some international star. I’m just a lame girl from Georgia*
*with a great rack* 
I felt blush spread to my cheeks as I read the message. After a few moments of me being to stunned to reply he added 
*sry was that rude? I’ve had a few pints ha* 
*no haha don’t worry ni. I am walking to the store. Haven’t been paying attention.* 
*wht ya goin for?*
*lucky charms really* 
*thts my favorite*
*mine too*
Suddenly it hit me. Niall Horan. The supposed bad ass punk rock asshole was currently talking to me about lucky charms. Niall was a rough guy with a temper. He was constantly in the news for fighting or fucking some poor girl over. He was portrayed as a total asshole but he didn’t seem so bad to me. Suddenly his phone rang, bringing me from my thoughts. “Hello?” I answered hesitantly. 
“Hey candy. I just thought I would call instead. I’m really fuckin bored and it seems you are too.” 
“You can say that again.”
“Hey candy. I just thought I would-“
“Very funny smart ass.”
I heard a thick laugh laced with an Irish twang. It made me weak at the knees. 
“Really tell me about you candy. I know there’s more to you than a nice rack and uni.”
“You’re a lot more interesting. I can’t tell you anything special. I’m just normal.”
“I’ve never met someone normal. I think you’re interesting enough.” 
As I walked through the store picking up a few items Niall and I talked about seemingly nothing but it was…. Fun. In the middle of one of his cheesy jokes I heard a muted knock on a door from his side. “I’m comin mate.” He called. “Hey candy, I was thinking international shipping can be quiet pricy. We will be back round in bout a month. Mind holding on to the phone till then?” “Yeah sure. No problem.” “Alright brilliant. How bout you pick up a charger for it so we can keep in touch… About the phone and stuff I mean.” He awkwardly added in and I nodded like he could see me “yeah sure. Have a good day Niall.” “You too babe.” He responded before the line went dead. 

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I opened my eyes, thanking The Lord above for Saturdays and sleeping in. I looked at the clock, 11 am. I grunted, raising my arms and stretching as I sat up in bed. I looked over, seeing Niall’s phone sitting on my dresser. I felt red flood my cheeks as I reached for it. I pressed the button waking it up and saw 2 texts from the unsaved number Niall had been using.
“Shit. Plz dnt sell me phone. Privacy is imprtant t me.”
“Candy, please. Reply at least.”
I typed in the code and quickly replied.
“Niall I wouldn’t do that. I’m not a complete bitch. I just didn’t want you to freak out if I didn’t tell you.”
“It’s only fair I see u since u seen me.”

The reply was almost instantaneous. I sighed, pulling a brush through my hair. My nerves were jumbled and I frantically put some makeup on, covering the fuck ups on my skin. I decided to leave the tank top I had been wearing on and opened the camera. I took at least 20 pictures before I finally settled on one I sorta liked. It was simply a smile, and the best I could do with such short notice.
I typed a smile before closing my eyes and hitting the send.
“U dnt look like ud like us.”
I rolled my eyes, why the fuck does everyone say that. How do you look like you like something.
“Nt tht its bad. Ur rly cute.”
He added quickly, causing me to smile.
“You’re not too bad yourself. ;)”
I replied quickly, ignoring the flip in my stomach. I placed the phone in my drawer, ignoring the vibrate and concentrating on the hunger gnawing on my insides. My apartment was too quite for it to be a Saturday. I turned on the radio and danced around my kitchen as I pulled open cabinets searching for my lucky charms. I glanced toward the trash can cursing Chris silently. She must’ve finished off my box yesterday. I rummaged through the cabinets trying to find something edible. Or the college kid version of edible; aka throwing some shit in a microwave for less than 3 minutes and swallowing it in 2 bites. Unfortunately, I was out of everything I could actually eat.
I retreated back into my room, grabbing both phones from the drawer and shoved mine into my already too full purse. I slid my earbuds in and plugged the jack into Niall’s phone. I swiped through the music and found some DD. I laughed to myself before typing to Niall
*you have your own album? Isn’t listening to yourself weird?*
I began walking down the stairs and debated stopping to get Chrissy. I decided against it and continued down toward the street. I was halfway to the store before the phone buzzed with a reply.
*we al bought the album when it came out haha I don’t listen t it promise*
*i was just kidding. Simmer down sparky*
* ;) so tell me bout u*
*theres not much to tell. Im not some international star. I’m just a lame girl from Georgia*
*with a great rack*
I felt blush spread to my cheeks as I read the message. After a few moments of me being to stunned to reply he added
*sry was that rude? I’ve had a few pints ha*
*no haha don’t worry ni. I am walking to the store. Haven’t been paying attention.*
*wht ya goin for?*
*lucky charms really*
*thts my favorite*
*mine too*
Suddenly it hit me. Niall Horan. The supposed bad ass punk rock asshole was currently talking to me about lucky charms. Niall was a rough guy with a temper. He was constantly in the news for fighting or fucking some poor girl over. He was portrayed as a total asshole but he didn’t seem so bad to me. Suddenly his phone rang, bringing me from my thoughts. “Hello?” I answered hesitantly.
“Hey candy. I just thought I would call instead. I’m really fuckin bored and it seems you are too.”
“You can say that again.”
“Hey candy. I just thought I would-“
“Very funny smart ass.”
I heard a thick laugh laced with an Irish twang. It made me weak at the knees.
“Really tell me about you candy. I know there’s more to you than a nice rack and uni.”
“You’re a lot more interesting. I can’t tell you anything special. I’m just normal.”
“I’ve never met someone normal. I think you’re interesting enough.”
As I walked through the store picking up a few items Niall and I talked about seemingly nothing but it was…. Fun. In the middle of one of his cheesy jokes I heard a muted knock on a door from his side. “I’m comin mate.” He called. “Hey candy, I was thinking international shipping can be quiet pricy. We will be back round in bout a month. Mind holding on to the phone till then?” “Yeah sure. No problem.” “Alright brilliant. How bout you pick up a charger for it so we can keep in touch… About the phone and stuff I mean.” He awkwardly added in and I nodded like he could see me “yeah sure. Have a good day Niall.” “You too babe.” He responded before the line went dead.

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— 6 months ago with 1 note
#alive  #one direction  #1d  #niall Horan  #liam Payne  #Louis Tomlinson  #Harry styles  #fan fix  #fan fiction  #punk Niall  #punk  #punk 1d  #punk one direction  #punk Niall Horan 
I turned the phone over in my hand a few times. Who the hell would leave an iPhone on a bench. I slid my finger across the front once more, determined to find the owner. I typed in a few codes -1234, 5678, 9101,1112,- i thought for a moment longer -0000- to my surprise, the screen changed and brought me to the homepage. ‘Who the hell would make their passcode 0000?’ I asked myself as I opened the call log. There were very few names in the list but I called the most recent, Harry. 

"Hello?" A deep British accent filled my ear and surprised me for a moment. 
“Um, hi, yeah my name is Candace and I found this phone on a bench. I’m not sure who the owner is but could you let them know I have it?” 
“Oi! I will let him know thanks.” 
The line went dead and I smiled to myself smugly. I may not be a super spy but I sure felt like it. I tucked the phone in my pocket and began walking to the bus. I was really not looking forward to the first class of the day. Physics, ugh. Even the word sends shivers down my spine I took a seat on the bench and waited for the familiar ugly ashy blue bus to appear. 

I guess I should introduce myself as I’ll be the one taking you on this adventure. Hello, my name is Candace. I’m a 20 year old college student living in Georgia. Yeah, I know, sorta seems boring. Anyway, I’m just a normal plain girl. I have a blog and that’s basically how I spend my days (when I’m not studying my ass off trying my damnedest to escape this god forsaken place.) I like music, books, and food so that’s it for me. I’ve never been much do those about me things. Anyway, back to the story then.

I climbed on the bus and flashed my pass. The bus driver waited for me to take my seat before pulling off. I silently thanked her, if she would have moved the weight of this backpack probably would have knocked me down. I pulled what I thought to be my phone from my pocket and slid my earbuds in. I went to unlock the phone but noticed it was not mine. Lazily, I still opened the phone, maybe this person has some good taste in music. A unknown numbers text waited on the screen. I went through the music first, pleasantly surprised with the amount of The Devil Wears Prada the person had added. I clicked on a song and let the music fill my ears before reading the text. 

"Hey this is Niall. And this is me phone. Im gettin on a plane at the moment but I’ll be gettin in touch with an adress to ship it too. Thanks" 

"No problem. This is Candace, the keeper of the phone." 

I sat the phone on my lap just as another text rang through.

"Keeper of the phone, ye? Givin urself a title?" 

"Had to make it a little more interesting." 

"Your mission is this: keep me phone from any and all evil. We searched for the best. May the force be with you. "

I laughed out loud and another text came through. 

"Haha! Srry if I’m bothering ya. This plane is just really borin." 

"It’s fine really, but isn’t that an international number? This is costing you a lot."

"I don gotta worry bout dat. Haha. Trust me."

I rolled my eyes, another rich boy with an attitude problem I was guessing. Curiosity was getting the best of me. I had tried ignoring the urge to look through his phone but i knew I was failing. It was so rude to look through something so personal but I had to. I just couldn’t fight it off. I opened the camera roll and felt my eyes instantly widen. “This is fucking Niall Horan.” I muttered as I slid my finger up the screen. I must have draw the attention of the girl sitting in front of me. “You like them? Oh god! I love them! They’re fucking amazing.” She continued but I was way tok stunned to take note of what the actual words falling from her lips were. I surveyed the girl in front of me. Her black hair was falling over 90% of her face and she seemed to be mildly confused. I finally tuned back in and heard “you don’t look like you’d like them.” I rolled my eyes, returning to the photos I was flipping in front of me. 

It hit me, Harry Styles. I just spoke to Harry Styles. I am texting Niall Horan. On his phone. This all seemed like way too much to process at once. 

Let me catch you up, just in case you’ve been living under a rock for the past year and a half. Niall Horan, Harry Styles, Liam Payne, Louis Tomlinson, and Zayn Malik make up the biggest metal band in the world right now. They are from Europe and completely took the scene by fucking storm. I went to their show a few days ago. It was the most intense concert of my life. 

I debated fan girling like a bitch but decided against it. I returned to the text screen as the bus lurched forward. I gathered my backpack and got off the bus, ignoring the still talking girl who assumed we bonded over Deadly Directions. 

"Well excuuuuuuuse me mister money bags. Why do you have two phones? Lol." 

"I don’t. I had my uncle turn this one on when I lost that one. I am glad you found it though. I prefer it to this piece of shit." 

"I prefer it to my piece of shit too. Lol" 

I nearly ran face first into my best friend, “oh hey Chrissy!” She laughed
“Finally upgraded?” She surveyed, takin the phone and rolling it in her hands a few times. 
I shook my head, still waiting for his reply “No I actually found this phone. I was talking to the owner.” I smiled, proud of myself. Not a single word of that was a lie. Chrissy would fucking freak. She’s a huge fan of Dead Directions. She’s sure she’s going to marry Louis. 

Throughout the day, I fought the need to constantly check the phone, knowing I hadn’t gotten a reply. Chrissy came back to my apartment after school. Luckily, we were blessed enough with wealthy parents who really just wanted us to get out of their houses. Chrissy’s apartment was exactly down a floor from mine. 

We were watching the purge when she finally yawned. “I think I’m going to bed. Love ya.” She called, leaving without waiting for a response. I laid down in my room, tossing and turning, debating if I should tell Niall I knew who he was. Eventually I picked up the phone, unlocking it and typing a simple message. 

"I know who you are." 

I fell asleep, not waiting for a reply.





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I turned the phone over in my hand a few times. Who the hell would leave an iPhone on a bench. I slid my finger across the front once more, determined to find the owner. I typed in a few codes -1234, 5678, 9101,1112,- i thought for a moment longer -0000- to my surprise, the screen changed and brought me to the homepage. ‘Who the hell would make their passcode 0000?’ I asked myself as I opened the call log. There were very few names in the list but I called the most recent, Harry.

"Hello?" A deep British accent filled my ear and surprised me for a moment.
“Um, hi, yeah my name is Candace and I found this phone on a bench. I’m not sure who the owner is but could you let them know I have it?”
“Oi! I will let him know thanks.”
The line went dead and I smiled to myself smugly. I may not be a super spy but I sure felt like it. I tucked the phone in my pocket and began walking to the bus. I was really not looking forward to the first class of the day. Physics, ugh. Even the word sends shivers down my spine I took a seat on the bench and waited for the familiar ugly ashy blue bus to appear.

I guess I should introduce myself as I’ll be the one taking you on this adventure. Hello, my name is Candace. I’m a 20 year old college student living in Georgia. Yeah, I know, sorta seems boring. Anyway, I’m just a normal plain girl. I have a blog and that’s basically how I spend my days (when I’m not studying my ass off trying my damnedest to escape this god forsaken place.) I like music, books, and food so that’s it for me. I’ve never been much do those about me things. Anyway, back to the story then.

I climbed on the bus and flashed my pass. The bus driver waited for me to take my seat before pulling off. I silently thanked her, if she would have moved the weight of this backpack probably would have knocked me down. I pulled what I thought to be my phone from my pocket and slid my earbuds in. I went to unlock the phone but noticed it was not mine. Lazily, I still opened the phone, maybe this person has some good taste in music. A unknown numbers text waited on the screen. I went through the music first, pleasantly surprised with the amount of The Devil Wears Prada the person had added. I clicked on a song and let the music fill my ears before reading the text.

"Hey this is Niall. And this is me phone. Im gettin on a plane at the moment but I’ll be gettin in touch with an adress to ship it too. Thanks"

"No problem. This is Candace, the keeper of the phone."

I sat the phone on my lap just as another text rang through.

"Keeper of the phone, ye? Givin urself a title?"

"Had to make it a little more interesting."

"Your mission is this: keep me phone from any and all evil. We searched for the best. May the force be with you. "

I laughed out loud and another text came through.

"Haha! Srry if I’m bothering ya. This plane is just really borin."

"It’s fine really, but isn’t that an international number? This is costing you a lot."

"I don gotta worry bout dat. Haha. Trust me."

I rolled my eyes, another rich boy with an attitude problem I was guessing. Curiosity was getting the best of me. I had tried ignoring the urge to look through his phone but i knew I was failing. It was so rude to look through something so personal but I had to. I just couldn’t fight it off. I opened the camera roll and felt my eyes instantly widen. “This is fucking Niall Horan.” I muttered as I slid my finger up the screen. I must have draw the attention of the girl sitting in front of me. “You like them? Oh god! I love them! They’re fucking amazing.” She continued but I was way tok stunned to take note of what the actual words falling from her lips were. I surveyed the girl in front of me. Her black hair was falling over 90% of her face and she seemed to be mildly confused. I finally tuned back in and heard “you don’t look like you’d like them.” I rolled my eyes, returning to the photos I was flipping in front of me.

It hit me, Harry Styles. I just spoke to Harry Styles. I am texting Niall Horan. On his phone. This all seemed like way too much to process at once.

Let me catch you up, just in case you’ve been living under a rock for the past year and a half. Niall Horan, Harry Styles, Liam Payne, Louis Tomlinson, and Zayn Malik make up the biggest metal band in the world right now. They are from Europe and completely took the scene by fucking storm. I went to their show a few days ago. It was the most intense concert of my life.

I debated fan girling like a bitch but decided against it. I returned to the text screen as the bus lurched forward. I gathered my backpack and got off the bus, ignoring the still talking girl who assumed we bonded over Deadly Directions.

"Well excuuuuuuuse me mister money bags. Why do you have two phones? Lol."

"I don’t. I had my uncle turn this one on when I lost that one. I am glad you found it though. I prefer it to this piece of shit."

"I prefer it to my piece of shit too. Lol"

I nearly ran face first into my best friend, “oh hey Chrissy!” She laughed
“Finally upgraded?” She surveyed, takin the phone and rolling it in her hands a few times.
I shook my head, still waiting for his reply “No I actually found this phone. I was talking to the owner.” I smiled, proud of myself. Not a single word of that was a lie. Chrissy would fucking freak. She’s a huge fan of Dead Directions. She’s sure she’s going to marry Louis.

Throughout the day, I fought the need to constantly check the phone, knowing I hadn’t gotten a reply. Chrissy came back to my apartment after school. Luckily, we were blessed enough with wealthy parents who really just wanted us to get out of their houses. Chrissy’s apartment was exactly down a floor from mine.

We were watching the purge when she finally yawned. “I think I’m going to bed. Love ya.” She called, leaving without waiting for a response. I laid down in my room, tossing and turning, debating if I should tell Niall I knew who he was. Eventually I picked up the phone, unlocking it and typing a simple message.

"I know who you are."

I fell asleep, not waiting for a reply.

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You have four nipples not four eyes.

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You have four nipples not four eyes.

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— 10 months ago with 27958 notes

stylesforlouis:

Why do I think Louis would be the kind of Dad to do this?

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Louis: Who’s a little fishy? Who’s my little fishy? 

Harry: Louis Tomlinson what are you doing to our child? 

Louis: Nothing, sweetheart. Look..

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Louis: [baby voice] Daddy, don’t frown, cause you’re gonna get wrinkles like this.

Harry: Omg, I married an idiot. 


Fuck my life.. 

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— 10 months ago with 14699 notes