Directioners Are Family♥

Monday, September 24, 2012

Lindsey.. Meet His Lips.

AND you know you just kissed the screen when his lips got into the camera. JUST ADMIT IT.

Directioner's Fight Too.: "Na Na Na"

Directioner's Fight Too.: "Na Na Na": The moment when ur friend says "Na na na should ur guy's song because u always fight then make up" and like 20 minutes later gets mad at y...

There is East.
There is North.
There is South.
There is West.
But I choose One Direction.

MOM JUST PLEASE!

me: mom, I have a proposal.

mom: oh no, not this again..

me: OK, i dont ask for ANYTHING else in like and in return you bUY THE HOUSE NEXT TO ZAYNS HOUSEE *pictures it and fangirls*

mom: for the 50th time. no.

me: MOM I HATE YOU WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY ARE YOU TRYING TO RUIN MY LIFE MY LIFE IS OVER ITS OFFICIAL.

Ever Notice..?

Okay so when I listened to 'Live While We're Young' (which is my favorite song BTW) is like Forever Young and Up All Night mashed into one song?

Oh Lou!

Now I will do this. Or in the middle of class. Yeah I can see him saying that!! Oh my sass masta!!!(:

Sunday, September 23, 2012

Aww

Sheldon&one direction is the best thing ever

I am jealous of....

One directions girl friends not freaking lea!!!!! And I don't know everything your right.

GoodNight!

I have to go to bed! Ugh stupid school tomorrow! I won't post until 4 p.m. pacific time.(:

Let the Boy eat!

You just want to watch it and let him eat so he doesn't get hungry(:

Energy Juice!

You know you bought gatorade/powerade/energy juice just to do this:

or this:

Imangine being all
'Hey Mom/Dad. This is my new boyfriend.' to that ^

Zayn's Face! Oh My(:

When You Watch LWWY and Niall's shirtless part comes on:

Learn To Button A Shirt..(:

Don't worry though its hot when you do it(: OH and nice face Lou! (If you look at the bottom button its screwed up.)

46 (well now 47) posts in 3 days.

I'm a blogaholic. I hate to admit. Blog rehab (to my 'hater')?(;

You know you're a Directioner when..

You eat cereal with a fork just for Liam's sake.

isn't the best. Sometimes I just walk to a desterted area and scream, just scream at the top of my lungs. Getting out all the anger built up inside of me because of stupid people wanting to start drama. Can anyone relate?

Niall with Brown hair???!!??!

TRUE!
Rumor has it he went back to his natural brunette!

Best Reveiw For LWWY.

So I watched it and fell of my chair laughing. I think everyone who has watched LWWY should watch this!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?NR=1&list=LL58WEpPOnGFxitCSixN_Nlw&feature=endscreen&v=UzpwWQAfHVI

THESE BOYS.. ohmygod..

How I feel when someone doesn't like One Direction:

When you meet a new friend and they like One Direction too:

How conversations with your dog go:

When your brother starts randomly making sexual noises:

When your parents are like '[Y/N] come here.' and you remember everything bad you did:

I want to do that to Niall..

Because its just adorable. And Zayn would make a HOT army dude. Agree?

OhMerGawd...

My Sass Masta From Doncasta!

New Covergirl?

You know its true.

Now take this moment to remember this.

My little Irishman(:

Like thats hot in some weird way....

Happy Sunday(:

I know - Every sunday is lead by a monday but isn't a monday ended with a friday?

Well I don't know how much I will post today.
So I was scrolling around youtube and saw this 'iPhone 5 unboxing' so I decided to watch it because I really wanted to see what it looks like... And honestly it looks like a ran over version of the iPhone 4 or 4S... ANYWAY, so I decided to bring that up because at the end of the video the guy picks up his phone and is like "GIF this!" and licked his phone.. I'm thinking 'WTF'? Lol... But I can' find the GIF):

Oh My.....

Why am I finding this so funny..? I think I should be concerned?

Saturday, September 22, 2012

My Life Story.

When peopl say they don't like One Direction:

When people don't know who One Direction is:

I find it super funny. Ask anyone.

Almost everything reminds me of 5 specail guys:

^Like that^

And the random hand in the back reminds me of something gross... JS...

I cannot go one conversation with out thinking about One Direction. Like its IMPOSSIBLE.

More? I can go on..

Ducks (A short Larry Stylinson story)

There was a gentle knock on my door. I looked up from the book I was trying to decipher. God knows how many times I had already read it.

“Excuse me,” A young lady wearing chinos and a navy blue polo shirt asked. “There’s someone here to see you. Shall I let him in?” She had a name-tag, but I figured she was too far away for me to see it.

“Sure.” Who could be here to see me?

A man, who looked about my age, maybe younger, walked into the room. He looked nervous. I had definitely seen him before, I just couldn’t place his name. I stood up and extended my hand. “Hi, there.” I said, trying to be polite. Maybe he was an old colleague or something.

The man looked at me with teary eyes before quickly wiping them with his sleeve. He shook my hand softly and muttered a small ‘hello’.

“Won’t you sit down?” I gestured to the wicker chair across from mine next to the large bay window. I always loved that seat. It had the most perfect view of the lakes. Sometimes if I woke up early enough, I was able to see the ducks swimming with their little chicks. As we sat there in momentary silence, I looked at the man again. I still had no idea who he was. Tall, lean, and handsome, I wish I could remember how I knew him. I was certain of it.

“Ermm…” he looked at me with his piercing green eyes that were so full of sadness. “I…I brought you something.”

Taking the bag from him, I discarded the tissue paper to find a photo album. The first photograph looked so old. It was of 5 boys, all on a stage, singing with huge smiles on their face. One of them looked like a younger version of the aged man now sitting across from me. I looked down at the picture and then up at him again. “Is this you?” I asked, uncertainly.

“Yeah…that’s me.” he replied, offering no other hints. I sighed, looking across the room. An older man caught me eye, in the reflection. He was sitting on the same chair that I was, looking back at me with confused blue eyes. He was holding a picture frame, just like me. It took a moment before I realized that I was looking at myself in the mirror. Turning my head back to the photograph, I noticed one of the boys in it looked like a younger version of me. Could it be possible?

“Is…is this me?” I said, pointing to the boy in the picture who was wearing suspenders.

“Yes, Louis, that’s you…when you were twenty.”

Twenty years old. Wow. I felt my eyes tear up. I flipped the page to the next picture. It was of a younger me and a younger him holding hands on the Eiffel Tower. I looked up at the man sitting across from me for an answer.

“That’s…um…that’s when we came out together for the first time. It was our first official date.” he said quietly.

I looked back to the photo, staring hard. I wanted to remember so badly. Had I been in love with this man? Had we lived our whole lives together? I flipped the page. It was the man holding a little baby.

“That’s Annabelle. We adopted her together.” he said softly. I brushed my thumb against the baby’s little cheek, feeling only the plastic of the covering. Had I held that baby in my own arms and watched her grow up? I smiled softly, she was so beautiful, and so was he.

The next picture showed the three of us, standing in front of a nursery school. “Let me guess…Annabelle’s first day of school?” I asked, smiling at the man for the first time.

Moving through the album, I saw how my life played out from these pictures. The man and I on a cruise, the three of us on a roller coaster; the man and Annabelle reading from a newspaper. So many little activities had been chronicled, and yet, I couldn’t remember a thing. I couldn’t remember how my precious daughter even looked now, and I couldn’t even remember my beautiful partner’s name. It was killing me. As we reached the last picture, which consisted of me holding Annabelle’s own daughter, I looked up for the last time at the man, hoping for a final answer.

“You and I….” I trailed off, unable to finish the sentence. The tears were brimming in my eyes, waiting to take the plunge down my face. I was heartbroken that I couldn’t remember this beautiful life that I once had. I had it all with my family, and now…all I looked forward to was watching the ducks cross the pond in the morning. I only remembered the ducks. The man leaned forward and took my hands in his own and started to rub soft circles into my palms with his thumbs.

“Lou, on our first date, we went to a park after standing on the Eiffel Tower. We went to a park and we sat down on a bench next to the pond.” He stared at me, trying to get me to focus on his words. “In the pond we saw…”

“Ducks. We saw ducks.” I replied automatically.

“You remembered, like always.,” he said smiling, bringing my fingers up to his mouth before placing a kiss on the back of my hand.

“I remembered?” I asked, still uncertain of my memory.

“Yes. You remembered. We sat at that bench and watched the ducks swim across the pond for hours. That’s when I told you that I loved you.”

I smiled, vaguely trying to remember the feel of his lips against my own.

“Remember that, Lou. Whenever you’re sad, or feel lonely. Remember that the ducks will always be here for you,” he said, gesturing to the pond outside.

“I’ll always remember, Harry. I always will.”