In love with an Irishman. He sings & plays an instrument with six strings on it.
In love with an Irishman. He sings & plays an instrument with six strings on it.
Harry isn’t fat.
Niall didn’t need braces to be hot.
It’s okay that Zayn smokes.
Louis loves his friends and family.
Liam isn’t always Mr. Perfect.
These are our boys. Through thick and thin. The hate on them needs to stop. We wouldn’t want to hear it about ourselves,why are we doing it to the guys who are trying to make us feel beautiful?
You and your husband Harry are sitting in the living room,watching two year old Darcy color at the table. She looked so much like her father,even with the curls and her green eyes.
“Pitcher,daddy!” she holds up her drawing,a ton of scribbles in multiple colors.
“It’s beautiful,pumpkin. What’s this?” he points to a scibble.
“Mommy. Daddy. Darcy.” She points to each,a smile breaking out across her face. You notice Harry looking at her crayons,a smirk appearing across his face.
“What’s that look,Mr. Styles?”
“Well,Mrs. Styles. I was thinking. Darcy had four colors,but only three of us to draw. Do you think it’s time for Darcy to have a little brother or sister?”
“We can discuss it tonight.” You reply,kissing his cheek.
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ZAYN: He woke up at midnight because of the loud roars of thunder to see you sitting by the window sill, staring at the blue streaks in the sky. “Babe, what are you doing up?” He asks, sitting down besides you. You shrugged and responded, “I just find thunder really beautiful..” He smiles in the darkness and wraps his arms around you. “Just like you.”
NIALL: Niall turned over in the bed to face you, a concerned look taking over once he sees you tearing up in your sleep. He shakes you lightly, “Princess? Wake up, babe.” Your eyes open and he says, “Scared?” You nod your head, clutching onto one of your many pillow pets. “Don’t worry, princess. I’m here for you.” Niall wraps his arms tightly around you after kissing your forehead and you feel safe.
LOUIS: You whimper softly, still awake. A roar of thunder fills the room and the familiar blue flashes fill the room. Frightened, you pull yourself closer to Louis, waking him up. He lets out a soft chuckle and kisses your lips softly. “No need to be afraid, love.” Louis says. To make you feel better, he turns on the TV and plays one of your favorite Disney movies.
LIAM: Liam cuddles you closer as the two of you sat in the living room of his flat, blankets and pillows surrounding the both of you. Unfortunately, the power went out, but you two didn’t mind. Liam lit some candles and set up a little fort in the living room. Blocking out the thunder, the only sound you could hear was his heartbeat.
HARRY: He groaned, waking up grumpily because of the thunder. “Fuck you thunder.” He grumbles. You let out a giggle and he looks at you. “You know how I like my sleep! How am I gonna get some sleep now?” He continues to rant. You let out a devilish smirk and respond, “You don’t.” A cheeky grin appeared on Harry’s face as he raised his eyebrows towards you…. “Good job making louder noises than the thunder.” Louis commented in the morning.
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But I did see this on my dash just now ..
& it’s just .. not very Niall.
So let me just speak for everyone & say -
What show are you hoping to get tickets too? We got some stiff competition!
Trying for Dallas!
