But then again I don’t, because,
How do you thank someone for saving your life?
And how do you apologize for relapsing?
So I, uhmmmm…… Forgot about this up until that amazing anon asked about it.
So, here’s part 3 of Twitcam.
I looked back at this little girl. She looked at me with her eyes wide. “I don’t think I wanna meet them anymore.” She said.
“Oh….Why?” I asked her; worried I had done something wrong.
“Because I’m okay with Harry just knowing that he means a lot to me.” She said with a huge grin.
My phone went off. I rolled over and checked it. It was 4:30am. 4:30 IN THE MORNING!!!! WHO IN THE WORLD TEXTS SOMEONE AT 4:30AM?!?!?!?! I unlocked my phone and was greeted with my wallpaper. I smiled. It was THE cutest picture of Niall holding up a sign saying “I love YOUUU!!!” I checked my message. I had three unread ones? Awkward. Oh wait, they were all from Niall. I sighed, I’d forgotten about the time difference.
Soooo, I’m posting this for that particularly kinda Anon.
I’m not too sure where I’m going with this, but hey.
I was late. AHHH!!! I rushed out of my car and into the house. “I’M HOME MA!!!” I said as I threw my purse and keys on to the table in front of the door. I rushed over my laptop, and threw it open. “Comeoncomeoncomeon” I muttered as my computer decided that it wanted to take a million years to turn on. I logged onto Twitter and went straight to Liam’s page. Clicked the link and followed it to his twitcam.
“What are you doing?” My mom asked as she came into the living room. “Don’t you want to change out of y—“
“MOM!!! I’M LATE FOR MY HUSBANDS!!! I CAN CHANGE OUT OF MY WORK UNIFORM LATER!!!”
“Jesus. I was just asking. This band kiddo. They’re gonna ruin your life.” I looked up at her.
“Mom… They already have.”
Story I wrote, and because one of my favorite Tumblr peeps told me I should keep writing, and post them, here’s this first one.
It’s based offa Moments by One Direction, told from Louis Tomlinson’s perspective.
Comments are both welcomed and appreciated.
I woke up to an empty bed. No big deal, I knew she was going out this morning. She told me last night that this morning she’d leave before I woke up to get something done for her Directioners. She was such a big part of my life, and I was so glad my fans accepted her.
I settled back into bed to go back to sleep. Then Harry burst through the door. His face and eyes were red. He was breathing heavily.
“Lou, we’ve gotta go. She’s hurt.”
He wasn’t making any sense.
“Wait, what? What are you talking about?”