Are You Directionified?

lourryismorefabthanyou:

guys

i 

have

actually

forgotten

how

to

breathe

I’m terribly happy to be told from a very reliable source that there will be a 3D 1D movie. When I was told, I was surrounded by my fellow class mates- and for my own safety- I had to hold down the excitement that flooded into my thoughts. Just imagine it; sitting in the cinema, seeing the most amazing and important boys in your life (Sorry Dad) pop up on the large screen. Feeling so close you could almost touch them…
Oh, how I hate having to wait.

Daddy, I want it nooowww… Make time go faster.

In this day and age, it seems normal to spend your time contemplating teen artist’s sexuality instead of focusing on their talent. I’m very sad to say that I once was a belieber (I can speak their language fluently, now). And being a belieber, I was very protective of him and stood up for Justin whenever anyone around me commented on him being ‘gay’. My point in saying this is that there seems to be an unspoken debate going on between Directioners saying if One Direction is gay.

I’ve noticed that most of the people who believe they’re no less straighter than a… tulip’s stem (don’t judge, I couldn’t think of anything), they normally turn out to be a total Directionater.

I, personally, believe they’re gay. I ship Larry, Niam, and Zirror. This is actually really useful to have this belief. If I could have a cat for every time I’ve shut down a non-Directioner by agreeing that they’re gay… I’d have a lot of cats.

It’s pretty late for me right now, so I’m going to stop there. But always remember:

… Meow.

Normal fourteen year old girls would spend a four day weekend doing countless activities with friends and gossip about boys. I spend my time either reading, watching episode after episode of Gossip Girl inside my darkened room, or stare around my room at all of my One Direction posters and decide, if they each could be anything in my life, who would be what? I decided that I’d want Niall to be my brother. If someone said that we were long lost siblings, I would believe them considering we both eat a lot of food. I also think he’d be a brother who would stand up for their sisters. Can’t you just imagine a bully at school cowering down by the sight of him and a pissed of frown spread across his face? Liam would be my study partner. Don’t ask me, I have no idea where the idea came from. I can just see us in a library, crouching over a few books and discussing a history test we need to get done. Honestly, I do swoon at the idea of the close proximity our bodies would be in, in a quiet library with only an old lady- who’s blind as a bat- to see what we get up to. Louis would be my best friend. I think we can all agree he’d be the best person to label your Partner in Crime. Ha-ha, what plans we’d dish up for a bitchy teacher who deserves every ounce of practical jokes thrown her way… *Strokes chin thoughtfully* Zayn would be the close friend to go to when your life has suddenly become shit. He seems like a good listener. Yes, Louis would be the best mate of the bunch, but you can’t really go to the person you plan to fling pumpkins at a teacher with and insist they sit down and listen to all of your problems, can you? Harry. Oh, Harry… *fans face*. He would be my boyfriend/future husband. Let’s leave it at that. I’m not going to continue this and explain our imaginary sex life. Now, don’t judge me for this. I’m sure you’ve sat down and thought of what they’d be to you in an imaginary world. And if you say you haven’t… You’re lying. Harry and I will have a daughter named Violet May Styles. … Shut up, what do you expect? I’m a directioner.

I think we all experience the heart breaking moments when we are told to shut up by a friend. Being so-damn-dedicated (or 1dedicated) it a Boy band does have it’s down sides. For the past few days, I’ve been imprisoned at a land far, far away from civilization where no one takes a shower and it is a delicacy to be able to actually feel your toes.. or what adults like to call camp.

It’s amazing how many times a directioner succeeds in mentioning 1D in a conversation/situation with no attachment to the five boys themselves. There are four directioners in my class. Too bad for the other 6 girls in our cabin that had to put up with all of our blabbing on about how FabuLouis One Direction is.

One of the few tiresome days of camp, we went and spent our time rock climbing, Tarsha- my fellow directioner- thought I might be getting nervous whilst 18 meters off the ground so she started singing- well, more like yelling- WMYB to me. I also have to admit I succeeded in quoting Shrek when up there. “Shrek! I’m looking down!” Ha ha, good movie…

Anyway, I was very sad when I failed when trying to brag about my 71 posters of 1D when my friend Gemma said that she’s got 200 and something… Mega-ultra-sad-face.

So, what we’ve learned from these past days gradually freezing off all of my limbs? Never let anyone tell you, you should shut up about the 5 most amazing boys in the whole universe (actually, they’d say something more like “Shut up about those fags, already!”), and also that you can never have too much One Direction posters so you should never stop nagging your parents into purchasing them whenever possible.

And never forget how good it is to be able to feel your feet…

It’s hard to imagine that, let’s say, 5 years ago I was skipping around the house with Floppy Teddy (my favorite bear) in my arms and wearing stripey pants along with a poker-dot shirt and thinking that it matched perfectly. Now, my teddy is deep inside my wardrobe which is smothered in pictures of my favorite five boys.

I now spend my day time listening to One Direction and reading fan fiction that has stolen my innocents.

A few months ago was the time that the 2013 One Direction concert tickets went on sale.The war begins… My sister and Mother locked themselves away while my Dad and I got comfortable in the kitchen. Dad with his computer and his mobile, and me with the home phone.

Now, if you know my Daddio, you may guess that he does tend to spoil me a bit. If I had a dollar for all of the times that I succeeded in getting something by using my amazayn puppy-dog-eyes… I’d be rich. 

I have to admit, we were both giddy with excitement at the start. It was highly nerve racking the few minutes before the tickets were officially on sale. I was twirling my thumbs around, staring at the phone sitting on the kitchen bench before me, and Dad was quietly sipping at his morning cup of tea. Oh, how slow time goes by… Dad reminded me every thirty seconds that it’s highly unlikely that we would get any tickets due to all of the many crazy fans out there. I had to correct him all the time and tell him it’s called 1Dedication.

And him, being a straight 47 year old male, just roles his eyes. He will never get the honor and love us Directioners share towards the most amazing boys in the world, no.

Finally, the time comes and we begin. How many times I’ve pressed theCALLbutton and heard the awful beep-of-death that tells you that you haven’t connected to the line that you wanted? You don’t want to know…

Don’t you hate that little pause of hesitation before the beep-of-death? The silence that highs your hope before making your dreams plummet to the ground, causing every bone in your body to break?

Okay, maybe that is a bit over dramatic… well, I’m a girl.. get over it.

My dad succeeded in getting into ticket tek on the phone twice. But after he put in all of the information, that bitch says “Sorry, we can not put forth your order. If you want to speak to a Customer Service Operator, please hold. If not, hang up.”

But then he got in again and got me two tickets. Yes, they aren’t the best and they did warn us that there might be constructional view. But what the hell? I’m going to One Direction!

My Dad did offer to be the owner of the second ticket, but I had to let him down slowly and tell him that I want to go with someone who understands the true love that makes my heart melt.

After getting those two pieces of paper that cost us $180, my Dad and I spent the morning shuffling in our lounge room to imaginary music that was playing in our heads. But to me, the music was as loud and cheerful as the booming of fans that with fill my ears in 475 days.

And yes, I am counting…

(I was home sick and I thought I might as well spend my time writing this. :D)

Harry and I stumble into the darkened apartment, lips locked together in a tremendous kiss. He claws at my back and I clench his flawless curls in my fist, threatening to rip them out of his head. I wrap my legs around his waist and he carries me to the couch and lies on top of me. I was trapped between the couch and him, just how I liked it. We stayed there for a good 5 minutes exploring other places of each other without breaking the intense lock of our lips. He pulls away from my mouth and looks into my eyes. He pulled away my feathered hair from my face and smiles, showing his perfectly white teeth. The same ones I was just tracing with my tongue.

“I missed you Lou.” Harry says, breaking the silence that filled our abandoned apartment.

“I missed you too, Haz.” I smile. He draws a delicate line down my braces with a finger, tracing the pattern that it held. “I just don’t get why we can’t kiss in public? I want to share how much you mean to me. I don’t want to keep this a secret anymore.” I whisper. He looks at me briefly, his green eyes glowing fabulously against the light of the moon dripping in through the windows. He looks away, his aroused face replaced by an expression full of hurt.

He stands up and busies himself by turning on a lamp nearby. “You don’t think I want to kiss you in public?” Harry turns around and puts his hands on his hips in aggravation. “You don’t think I want to turn these stolen moments into everything I’ve ever dreamed of? Louis, you mean everything to me but we can’t. There are homophobic people out there that’ll hurt us. I can’t, Lou. I just can’t!” His voice has risen to a shout and tears were continuously falling from those gorgeous eyes that have been the only ones I saw for a long time.

I stand up slowly and walk over to the curly haired boy and lightly kiss away his tears that spread across his cheeks. His eyes stayed closed and he sniffed away the sobs that made my heart drop. “Okay.” I whisper, calming the slightly younger boy down. “I can wait.” I hold his head in my hands and kiss him lightly. I walk away from the sniffing boy and into the kitchen. “What do you want for tea?” My shout echoes through the house.

“Aren’t the boys coming over for tea?” He calls back.

“Shit.” I hiss and reach into the fridge, taking out a few things and beginning to assemble dinner. I run around the kitchen for a while before Harry comes and stands at the door watching me.

“I love it when you cook, so sexy.” He says. I turn around and he winks at me with a sheepish grin. He walks over and pushes me up against the bench and kisses me neck before beginning to suck gently.

“Harry,” I protest, but I don’t stop him. A shiver runs up my spine with delight and I pull him closer.

We hear the door open and a few feet stumble in. “Hello, hello, hello!” Niall’s accent fills the house and Harry stumbles away and trips over his own feet landing on the kitchen floor butt first. “Hazza,” Niall says coming in to the kitchen with the usual spring in his step. “What the hell are you doing down there?” He gives him a hand and I quickly turn around hiding my blush and continue to cut a potato that has been waiting for me on a cutting board.

“Hello, everyone.” Liam comes in, as cheerful as ever and gives us all one of his large smiles. Liam was followed by Zayn who said his greeting as well and joins in with Niall and Harry in a conversation. “What’s cooking, good looking?” Liam asks me and jumps up and sits on the bench next to me.

“One on my delicious chicken roasts.” I smile at him and continue to cut the potato. But all that clouded my mind was, I wonder if Harry will over not feel embarrassed to be spot with me?

~~~

With all of our stomachs bulging with delight, we sat around the table and chatted. Something we haven’t really had the time to do in a while.

“Attention, One Direction!” Niall shouts over the multiple conversations taking place. “Liam and I have an announcement the we’ve been wanting to say for a while. We think that you guys will respect our decision now, though.” Niall takes Liam’s hand and they smile at each other. “Liam and I are… well… I don’t really know how to say this…”

“We’re in love.” Liam says, a large grin spreading across his face. The rest of us “aww” and clap. I give Harry a look and raise my eyebrows. But Harry just ignores it. At that note, I quickly pile a few dishes in my arms and leave quickly.

When I reach the kitchen, my eyes are clouded with tears and I drop the dishes on the ground and the smash around my feet. “Fuck!” I scream and start to roughly scoop all of the broken glasses and plates with my hands, not thinking of the cuts that the broken glass may bring.

Harry runs in and gasps at the scene before him. “Louis!” He yelps. I look at my arms and they have blood pouring out and onto my stripy top and red jeans. I’ve been- as an understatement- scratched by the glass and plates. I wipe my tears away and stare at the wounds. I didn’t cry anymore, I just watched drips of ruby red liquid dribble down my skin. Harry picks me off the ground and brings me to the couch in the lounge room. I think I was in shock because I don’t remember Niall, Liam and Zayn leaving. But I do remember Harry crying and shouting at me to escape from my trance. It wasn’t worth it though I don’t know what he said. My vision was dotted by the colour of blood.

~~~

When I did wake from shock I was cold and alone on the couch. I tried to remember what happened. I sat up, I felt dizzy and I had double vision but I could just make out my stripy top sitting on a chair nearby covered in blood… Blood…

I felt queasy when I remember the dishes, the blood, and the tears. I lie back down and close my eyes. I tried to get rid of the feeling that I was rocking back and forth.  After a while I stood up and walked into the kitchen. I see on the microwave it is 3:36. The room is clean and rid of all of the terrible things that showed that what happened last night took place. All except Harry curled up into a little ball of the floor fast asleep. His chocolate brown hair covering his face and his mouth opened slightly letting a line of dribble to fall onto the kitchen floor. He looked so cute and so perfect. I leaned down and pulled his hair out of his face. I jump when he moves a bit and sits his hand over mine. I only just realised my arm was bandaged and I was only wearing my underwear.

He flutters his eyes open and sees me. I gasps and tears start to rolls down his cheeks. He smiles with happiness and a small laugh of relief escapes his lips. He sits up quickly and pulls me into a hug, our bare chests touching. He pulls me even closer. “Louis.” He breathes with relief. “I’m so glad you’re back.” He probably means from being in shock.

I walk with him to the queen size bed in our apartment and lie in it, patting the bed invitingly. He jumps in and pulls me into a tight hug before kissing me so passionately I feel myself harden slightly. He runs his hand up my leg and curls his fingers over my underwear and slowly pulls the off. He hurries to pull of his pants and then leans in to me kissing all over my face. Our now hardened lengths, rubbing together. I suck on his neck gently and he leans towards my ear and whispers the three words I dreamed of hearing form him for years.

“I. Love. You.”

May you rest in peace fellow Juan Directioner, Paula Carasig. You and your mother will be in good hands.

Their car was crashed by a train last May 3 at 4 in the morning, leaving 3 dead, including her and her mom.

Reblog to pay respect for the death of our fellow Directioner.

liams-kryptonite:

directioners-get-stuff-done:

This is a test to see how many people love them for them not their fame title

I’d marry Zayn if he was still that boy who stayed in his bedroom all day and was on the computer and enjoyed comic books. Anyday, baby. 

look at all those potatoes…

Hai potatoes.

Potatoes, Potatoes everywhere

I have no idea how to use different pages on my tumblr! How do I post something on the page that I want to post it on?? I’m trying to work it out and I have no idea. Someone please help me, I’m dying!!

itsgottabelarry:

Harry looked around at the colorful playground surrounding him and the seat he was in. The screaming kids racing around, turning into colorful blurs. He wished he could someday bring his own kid here. For now, he brought his baby cousin. Where is he anyway? Harry stood up and looked around the playground room and saw his cousin, with brown, curly hair just like him and huge green eyes that were staring at the clown he was standing in front of. Harry smiled. But his smiled left when he saw Justin, his little cousin, kick the clowns leg and splash all of his apple juice into the poor guy’s eyes. Harry jogged across and picked up Justin.”I really am so sorry,” Harry said. “No, no, it’s fine.” The clown said and pulled off his wig and wiped away all of his make up which was dripping down his face and landing of his costume “I get it everyday.” He said. A gorgeous smile spread across his face as he fixed his hair out of his eyes. The most hansom boy, about Harry’s age, with straight brown hair and blue eyes that were warm and comforting, was standing right in front of him and Harry had nothing to say. All he did was stand with his mouth open like a complete idiot. “I’m Louis,” The boy said reaching out a hand when he realized Harry wasn’t going to reply. “Oh,” Harry said. And shook his head to get himself out of the trance, his curls bobbing around the jumped back into it’s rightful position. “I’m Harry.” Harry smiled back and shook Louis’ hand. It was firm and warm. Harry stared at their two hands clenched together and thought about how their seemed to be no spaces, no gaps were air could keep their skin apart. “Well, I gotta go,” Said Louis “A lot of kids waiting to kill me.” He pointed with his thumb behind him to the kids zooming around the indoor playground like crazy. “No, of course.” Harry said. He unintentionally started to rub a bit of make up off of Louis’ chin and stared at his lips. His perfect lips that Harry just wanted to press his against. He looked at Louis’ eyes and saw him look so comfortable with Harry touching him like that. The look on Louis’ face made Harry drop his hand, clear his throat and look at the floor as if it was the most interesting thing he’s ever seen before. Harry held Justin’s hand just to make sure he didn’t run away again. “But maybe we could meet again?” Louis asked, eyebrows raised and biting his bottom lip when he handed Harry a small piece of paper with Louis’ number on it. “Yeah!” Harry smiled. “Definitely.”