So I just made the mistake of opening up
Rainymood.com in one tab and Little Things in another.
I’m sobbing ugly tears.
But then again I don’t, because,
How do you thank someone for saving your life?
And how do you apologize for relapsing?
I’M PART OF A BLOG.
preferences-include-1d.tumblr.com/ you know you guys wanna go click on that link then click that follow button.
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.
Yesterday, I went with my family to see The Avengers [AMAZING MOVIE, BTW. GO SEE IT.] at Harkins Theaters. If you don’t know abotu them, they show a screen vision thing where they have movie trivia, songs, and clips of random movies before the trailers.
They decided that the sold out movie theater wanted to listen to Taken by One Direction. THEJIOUFJNMOAMSDFUNIPJACMKL:DJVON:VKLON
I legit stood up, sung and fangirled in front of 200 hundred people. My little brother pulled my down into my chair. They were embarassed.
THEN, they played the music video Glad You Came by The Wanted. WHO THOUGHT THAT WAS A GOOD IDEA?!?!?! I was singing and dancing in my chair. My brothers were smakcing me, and my parents were telling me to stop.
It was glorious, but now I’m not allowed out of the house.
As a 19yr old, I’m supposed to know better.
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.”
Flash forward two weeks.
I stood over her coffin. She was already in the ground. I was amazed by how many fans came out for her. For me. For us. I had so many hugs I lost count. And so many, “I’m sorry”. I felt so lost. She was gone. Then something felt different.
“You’re gonna catch a cold, mate.” Liam was standing beside me with Danielle holding an umbrella over me. Was it raining? I hadn’t even noticed. Danielle stood beside me and rubbed my back.