February 2011
21 posts
PART FOUR
“Are you coming to Kirsty’s tonight?” I mumbled into my blackberry that was currently squashed between my shoulder and my ear, whilst I was painting my toe nails orange and my hair being attack with a brush by Steph.
“Cant, Aiden invited me to the cinema” I hear my best friend Freya squeal down the phone, so loud she nearly breaks my ear drum.
“So, let me get this straight, you’re going up to...
Louis Tomlinson has the most cutest signature ever
1directionobsessed:
If you were dating Harry you'd be dating Louis as...
foreveryoung-1d:
But I wouldn’t be complaining;)
If Harry Styles says its Valentines Day, then its...
oioiharrystyles:
i feel like a proud mother when i hear louis...
onedirectionfuckme:
but then again, a proud mother may be sliiiightly wrong due to the fact that i fancy the pants off of him oh well, i aint even mad
aaawww boys
1directionportugal:
Louis is
And Zayn is
And I’m
because i should be between them.
THEY ARE RATING YOU FANS OUTSIDE.
beautifulonedirection:
fuckyeahliampayne:
^ LMFAO AT THAT COMMENT OMG
Louis' Bromances...
onedirectionstalker:
Niall:
Zayn:
Liam:
And Hazza:
me next ;D <3.
PART THREE
“I need the toliet” Becca muttered, giving the three of us girls a glare forcing us to get up our fatasses and follow her. As we walked past her, I slapped Freya hard on the head.
“Ouch!” she complained going bright red and giving me dagger eyes.
“We’re gonnae tak’ a slash, come” Kirsty demanded her.
“She’s a little busy at the moment” Aiden cooed sexily grabbing her hand as if Kirsty were...
PART TWO
His dark brown hair. His muscular body. His sexy smile.. and the way he wore a tutu. Wow just wow.
“Ye want tae close yer gob? yoo’re droolin’.” Kirsty muttered hitting the bottom of my chin to shut my mouth up.
“Thanks” I mutter slightly embarrassed tugging at the sleeve of my white shirt. I’d never really fancied a random stranger this much before.. I didn’t really know how to handle...
PART ONE
I woke up screaming as I had just had yet another terrifying dream of being attacked by an army of giant marshmallows. As I wiped the sweat of my forehead I reminded myself to NEVER EVER reveal to anyone that I have a secret phobia of those evil fluffy demon things. I jumped down from the top of my bunk bed, instantly regretting it as I painfully landed on an upturned plug. “FUDDDGEEEE STICKS!” I...
