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.-*No cussing Niall*-.
"Got the food!?!?" Niall yelled across the apartment. "I'm looking!" I was going through all the shelves of the pantry and in the fridge when I finally came across an old Nando's to-go box. "Hey Niall, how old is this Nando's?" I asked him as he walked toward me. He opened it and bit a chunk of the burger off that looked like a cinder block. "Ewwww." I almost gagged! "Hm. Ifs there's nothing else, its better than nothing!" Niall put the box down and walked back into the bedroom gathering a few more things for the beach. I finally packed up the food, sunscreen, and beach towels and me and Niall left out the door.
I let my hair flow with the breeze and dug my toes into the warm, golden sand. "Its nice out here, huh Karen?" "Sure is!" I jogged over to a shady spot and set down the bags. I was about to get out a beach towel, "I'll get everything set up, babe. You go test the water out." I took o
.:I love you Louis Tomlinson:. Story+Photo
Subject: One Direction
Pairings: Lounny? Idk. Louis/Jenny (:
"Boo! Stop it!" I giggled. He kept tickling me though. I pushed him away and smiled.
"I have to go to the bathroom." He said, getting up from the couch we were laying on.
"Tmi!" I screamed at him, and I heard him laugh. I loved making him laugh. His laugh is so perfect.
I heard his phone buzz, and I looked over to see a name pop up.
Oh cool, Harry's texting him. I opened it up knowing Lou wouldn't mind.
'Definately! I'll come pick you up. Just tell her you aren't feeling good or that I need you for something. I don't mind. xX'
Louis walked down the stairs. He saw me looking at his phone.
"Whatcha doing babe?" He asked me.
"You could've just told me you didn't want to hang out with me anymore..." He frowned at me.
"Don't play innocent with me, Lou." I said, showing him the message.
"Babe I can explain. I-"
"No need Louis. I thought we were close enough that you c
Pool Party"Louis, get off!!" Harry yelled as Louis repeatedly dunked him underwater. Louis just laughed.
"No way. This is payback for a water balloon in my face!"
"INCOMING!!!!" Niall yelled as he jumped on them both. They were all a fighting, tangled mess underwater. Harry came up snorting water, and the other two were howling with laughter. Harry swam to the edge of the pool.
"Real funny. So hilarious." He shot at them.
Louis looked over at Liam, who was peacefully floating on his inner tube, sleeping.
"He looks a little too peaceful, doesn't he?" Louis said mischievously.
"Yes," Niall replied. "He certainly does."
They looked at Harry, and Harry raised his palms.
"Leave me out of this."
"Fun sucker." Louis retorted.
"Yeah? Well you're a sun f "
"NIALL, WHAT THE HELL?!?"
Louis fell back in the water laughing, while Liam put Niall in a headlock and gave him a noogie. Harry shook his head. He saw Zayn sitting on the patio, playing on his DS.
"Hey Zayn, wanna come swim?" Harry calle
Kisses and Lies"Niall, go."
"But Harry "
"There is nothing else you can say here. Please go."
He looked at him sadly, but Harry honestly couldn't care less. He slowly opened the door, and walked out. The door shut with a soft thud. He cheated on Harry. He couldn't believe it. Niall, his sweet boyfriend, had cheated on him with Louis. Harry hated him for it. But he still loved him. Harry knew he would always love him, because he couldn't hate him. He was a part of Harry. He had sewed himself in to Harry's heart. Now Harry would have to rip him out stitch by stitch. He ran upstairs and found the guitar he had gotten him. He was teaching Harry how to play. Harry grabbed it by the neck and slammed it on the ground.
One Stitch Gone.
Harry ran to his closet and took the clothes he had left behind. Harry opened the large windows, where a rain-filled gust of wind froze his hands. He didn't care. He dropped the clothes and closed the windows.
Another Stitch Gone.
He went to his bed, fresh tears streaming
Way With Words"Babe, I'm bored." Harry said, yawning.
"Me too. What do you want to do?"
Niall replied, cuddling into his boyfriend's chest.
"Wanna do Twitcam? We haven't done it in a while, and our fans always love it."
"Sure. Why not?"
Harry grabbed his laptop and led Niall downstairs to the living room. He set the computer on the coffee table, and the two boys settled on the couch. Harry logged into Twitter and turned on Twitcam.
"Hello to our amazing fans! We are here to chat with you. So first question: how are all of you doing?"
The tweets came in at lightning speed. They came and went so fast the pair barley had time to read them. The last tweet came in and it read;
'OneDirection; what is that blond kid doing on camera? He should leave and let us get a look at the real star in One Direction. He's just distracting us from Harry. WE LOVE YOU HARRY!!<3 '
Harry glanced at Niall. His beautiful blue eyes were sparkling with unshed tears, and his bottom lip was quivering. He stood to leave, but
I woke up with a groan and stumbled over to the closet to get dressed. I pulled out a tank top and jeans and got dressed. Then I grabbed a loose white sweater and slipped in it and then went out in the kitchen. "Hey, babe." Niall was sitting on the couch munching on some chips "Hey." I went to sit down beside him and he tried to hug me but I pulled away "What's wrong?" he asked. "Nothing. I think I have a cold. Don't wanna give you it." I replied. "Eh, I wont get sick by hugging you." I let him wrap his arms around me and I enjoyed his warmth on this cold, damp morning. "What are you doing up so early?" I shifted in the squishy couch and raised my eyebrows. "I don't know. I couldn't sleep last night." "Why not, Nialler?" "I was thinking about something..." "What?" I eyed him down and he finally answered "None of your bees-wax!" He smiled and got up, "So, can we go to eat something now?" "Sure." All I could do was smiled. His hair looked s
The TrundlerThe waste land behind the fire station is always silent. No birds sing there, and even the wild rabbits and feral cats avoid it. Weedy wildflowers nod their seasonal heads in the breeze. Lying fallow in the midst of housing developments, shopping malls, the new movie theater — the vacant lot stands out like a knife wound on a woman’s placid face, shocking, brazen, ugly.
It is always empty. Except for one thing: a ragged heap of old trash, all nasty black tar paper and vicious snarls of rusted wire, car parts and broken glass and other junkyard jetsam. The embodiment of injury waiting to happen, an invitation to a tetanus shot... the city never hauled it away. No one ever wants anywhere near it; it radiates an eerie sense of calculating watchfulness.
And at night, it wanders.
When darkness falls, and the last cars heading into the hives of tract housing stop illuminating the asphalt with moving-picture shadows, it… unfolds. Bitter, broken tangles, grotesquely mov
Inspector Wolf The old lady was dead. I could smell it before I even got into the house. The whole place reeked of adrenaline, sweat, fear, copper and steel. He’d dropped her right in her living room. Chopped and chopped until she stopped moving. But I could tell I was getting close. This had been done in a hurry, and the killer didn’t have the time to clean up after himself like he usually did.
Across the room, the phone rang. The shrill sound set my teeth to grinding, but I ignored it. Instead I followed the killer’s bloody footprints into the back bedroom. He’d climbed out the window. If I hurried, I could catch up to him and end this disgusting spree he was on.
Then the answering machine kicked in. “Hi, Gramma! It’s Red. Sorry I’m running late. I kind of lost track of time. But don’t worry. I packed the picnic and I’m heading out the door right now. Love you.”
She’d been expec
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