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AND I WILL DO EVERY SINGLE ONE, BASED ON YOUR BLOG.

EVERY

SINGLE

ONE

I still find this funny 😂

Calum thinking he can buy a roll of fabric to use as a blanket is so funny to me 😂

Good lord yes

One part of me wants to wish Luke all the happiness in the world. the other (smarter) part of me wants to shove a bag of hot rocks up Arzaleas vagina

My favourite christmas thing is thissssss ❤❤❤ Calum singing Mistletoe

So no one told you life was gonna be this waaay

*clap clap clap clap*

Your blogs a joke, you’re broke, your otp is gaaay

Luke, I have just one question.

I don’t love Harry just for his looks. I love his compassion towards other people and even animals. I love his raspy voice and the faces he makes when he sings. I love the way he doesn’t ever discriminate anyone and he treats everyone the same regardless of their weight, gender, skin color, sexuality, etc. I love how giving he is and how he supports multiple charities and supports equal rights for women and love. I love how passionate he is for the things he believes In. I love how wild he is onstage and how carefree he acts and then how reserved and private his about his personal life which is how it should be. I love the way he wears whatever the fuck he wants and he OWNS it because he thinks he looks good, which he does. I love how he doesn’t give a fuck about what anyone says about him and he just loves himself for who he is. I love how he gives his leftovers to paparazzi and he gives homeless people money while they sleep and drives around after spending thousands of dollars on pizza to give to homeless people, handing them out. I love how he helped me love myself and helps so many other girls give themselves a chance to see how beautiful and worthy they are. I love his heart and his soul even though I don’t even think I can scratch the surface with how little I know him. There is so much more to Harry that his looks, (while they are fucking amazing and he is one of the most beautiful people on the planet in my opinion). Harry is just a beautiful and amazing person inside and out.

Instead of RT Do RP 😜😜

“wtf is a chonce”

From now on, whenever there’s drama in the fam about the boys + hookups

Luke with the star of the video

Me when I’m not doing my homework and my parents walk in

Credit to 5 seconds of Sarah! “poor luke. i won’t let your talent go unrecognized, buddy.”

Me: did it hurt

Harry: when I fell from heaven?

Me: no when LOUIS fucked you

LOUIS: LOL

Me and Louis: *high five*

🌿simple🌿 - Paige

What the hell is even happening in this video…. Reminding me why I love them.

after taking geometry

Morning - Thatcherjoe imagine

She looked so beautiful. Her eyes were closed and her breathing was steady and calm. Her body peacefully lying next to mine. I felt her chest rising up and down and my hand wandered to her back. I started drawing patterns with my fingers on her soft skin. Her tiny, gentle palm was laid on my bare chest. It was so cold. She was cold. I noticed shivers sent down her spine as the cold wind crushed into the window in my room, letting the breeze through, settling down on her bare skin, covered only with my quilt and my arm. That´s where she belonged. In my arms. No make-up on her face made me feel like we were home. In our home, somewhere alone, not with my roommate just few metres away. Her skin wasn´t perfect but I loved it that way. I loved that I could kiss all the scars she had, all the stains and freckles. I adored how lovely she looked in my arms. And hah, her hair was an absolute mess but.. I loved how it tickled me every now and then. Shivers went up my legs as her cold feet met mine. I´m not a big guy but she´s so petite and delicate. Like a Belgian chocolate exposed to the Sun. She needs protection and I´m the one who will protect her throughout her whole life. Looking at her I decided to run her a hot bath. Slowly I tried to get out of the bed. My cotton pyjama pants were the only thing I wore, still I wasn´t feeling cold.

“Joe?” she whispered sleepily. I looked over and saw her clutching to the quilt to keep her warm. “I want to run you a bath, Y/N …you´re cold.” I told her as I looked through the window, reviewing the trees that were bent from left to right by the force of the wind. “Come..come back.” She whispered, almost inaudibly. Her eyes were drowsy and beautiful. “Please..”she added. My heart fluttered with happiness as I lay down and cuddled her. Her body smelled like a strawberry muffin and I couldn´t get enough of her fragrance. As my hot skin met the cold skin of hers, I kissed her forehead and stroked her gently. And I realized that..

I love her.

Forever.

A/N - So I was feeling kinda emotional. Hope you liked it! I’m gonna continue with requests tomorrow so feel free to send some suggestions or requests :) love ya xxx

Proud

With a quiet knock at the door Brad had ran down the stairs to answer it before anyone could wake the two of you. You were home from the hospital only a few hours, cuddled amongst the pillows and blankets on your bed with a newly fed baby lying across your chest, head nestled between your chin and neck. So far Poppy had barely spent a minute out of one of your arms. You continuously took it in turns holding your new little bundle of six pound nine ounce joy. She was a little one, which only gave you a better excuse for cuddles.

“Hey daddy.” Tristan greeted Brad first as he answered the door to his three band mates. Aside from Brad’s parents and sister, they were going to be the first to meet your newest addition.

“Congratulations.” James was the first to give Brad a manly hug, followed by Connor and then Tristan quickly closing the door behind them to make sure the winter chill didn’t enter the house.

“Thanks.” Brad smiled, overjoyed just at the thought of getting to show off his little girl. He was so proud. He was so proud of you.

“Where are the lovely ladies?” Connor asked as Brad lead the three boys through the foyer and into the living room to sit on the couch.

“Upstairs asleep.” He fell back into the couch, holding the cushion that was in his way against his stomach.

“You’re both home from the hospital pretty early.” James seemed surprised, as most would really. You had give birth at 11:08pm last night and were ready to go home by 8 o’clock this morning. You’d wanted to stay in hospital for as little time as possible as long as your little girl was healthy, so with the tick of approval you were quick to head out the doors.

“She was amazing, she did an amazing job. Just witnessing it.” Brad struggled for words, “It’s unreal. I’m so proud. No epidural, nothing. Just gas and air that’s all she used. She is the best mother. You have no idea how happy I am.” The grinned couldn’t be wiped from his face, “It’s like in that split second, when I heard her cry for the first time and got to see her in person like right there, not just on a screen my whole world changed.”

“So where is she?” James just wanted a hold.

“Right here.” You interrupted as you walked into the room nursing your newborn, “Excuse the pyjamas.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, barely out of labour twelve hours ago. I think you have an excuse.” Tristan assured you.

“Meet Poppy Elise.” You announced, making your way over to the couch and sitting between Brad and Tristan.

“She is beautiful.” Connor had moved closer to Tristan to get a better look.

“Good genes, hey?” Brad smirked.

“Who wants the first hold?” You offered.

“Me!” James was quick to interject, “Please.” He added.

“Not keen, are you?” Tristan teased as you stood up to gently pass her to James.

“Like this?” He asked.

“Yeah, she’ll just rest her head in your elbow.” You explained.

“Too gorgeous, hey Poppy.” Brad cooed at his little girl. He was already so overprotective; you could tell he didn’t find it easy having anyone but you or him holding her. He got jealous even though she was his own. He readjusted her blanket, afraid she’d get cold despite coming home quickly in the early hours of the morning to turn the heating on to make sure it was toasty warm for the three of you to return to.

“And how are you, missus?” Tristan asked, diverting his attention away from the sleeping bundle knowing he’d get his own turn soon.

“Sore.” You managed to laugh, which evidently made the pain sting just that little bit more.

“I don’t even want to imagine.” Connor shook his head.

“It could have been worse I suppose, no tears which was quite lucky.”

“Tears? People tear?” Connor was finding it quite hard to comprehend.

“It is quite a small hole for a baby to come out of.” You found it funny how uncomfortable he seemed to become.

“Ughh.” He shuddered.

“She’s worth it though.” You looked back over to your peaceful little girl.

“Brad I can’t believe you did that to your wife.” Connor screwed up his face with fake disappointment.

“You know she was yelling something similar to that at me last night at around, what time was it honey?” Brad joked, “I think it was ‘Why did you do this to me?’, ‘I hate you!’ ‘We’re never having sex again!’”

“I don’t hate you.” You yawned, falling into his side as he pulled you in, “But we are never having sex again.” You added.

“Aw, poor Bradley.” Tristan leaned over you both to squeeze his cheeks, “I think it’s my turn now, Poppy wants to meet her Uncle Tris.”

“Uncle James is her favourite, but try your hardest.” James teased Tristan before letting him have a nurse.

“Aren’t you just beautiful.” Tristan cooed. He had her resting perfectly between his elbow and his chest, her blanket tucked around her ears and right up to her chin.

“She’ll be a heartbreaker.” Connor grinned, watching over her.

“No, don’t talk about that.” Brad shook his head, “She can’t grow up. She’s my baby.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll be keeping the boys away.” James chuckled reassuringly.

“I will be too, don’t you worry.” Brad added, “She’s my princess.” You heart was swelling, almost about to explode. Just when you though you couldn’t love anyone more than your husband, you had this beautiful little girl who’d come into the world. A creation of you both. Not only had you found an even greater love, but your love for Brad had become even greater too getting to watch him as a father already.

“’She a good sleeper?” Tristan asked, eyes only leaving Poppy for a moment.

“We haven’t really had a full night with her yet, you’ll have to ask tomorrow.” You giggled slightly knowing that you were not in for the best nights sleep tonight.

“You can call me to come and help.” Tristan suggested.

“Come and change a nappy will you?” Brad laughed, “The first one’s the best one isn’t it babe?” Brad reminded you of your little bundles first nappy.

“Definitely the nicest.” You agreed sarcastically, “Newborn poos are pretty poos.” Brad had volunteered for the changing to be his job well before Poppy had even been born. You always knew that you’d wanted to breastfeed and he’d wanted his own role as well, so he made the nappy changing his.

Before Poppy had made her way to Connor you’d fallen asleep on Brad.

“She’s out to it man.” Tristan gestured to your heavy eyes that were loped shut while Connor got his hold.

“She deserves it, honestly.” All Brad wanted to do was brag about how amazing you were, “The energy that it takes. I guarantee you it is nothing like the movies at all.”

“Who knew you’d be the first to be a dad.” Tristan remarked.

“You always loved kids, I saw it coming.” Connor admitted.

“First to be married too.” James added.

“Only a few more weeks until you’ve got a ring on that finger too.” Brad reminded him.

“You’re still coming, aren’t you? Will you have Miss Poppy’s passport ready in time.” Of course James and his wife to be, Blaire, had planned their wedding on a beach in Tahiti.

“Could not imagine missing it.” Brad assured him, “Poppy will be getting out her best dress for the occasion.”

By the time you’d woken the three boys had left for home, whilst Brad was lying beside on the couch Poppy sleeping on his chest. You drowsily opened your eyes and made contact with his as he admired a sleeping Poppy.

“I love you.” He said simply. You smiled, too groggy from sleep to reply. “This time yesterday we weren’t even parents. How crazy?” He was in disbelief, so were you.

“We didn’t even know if we were going to have a little girl or little boy.” You whispered as it was all you were capable of.

“And now we’ve got the most beautiful little Princess.” Brad’s eyes welled up thinking about it, “I just want to hold her tight and never let her go. Never grow up, please sweetie.” He placed a kiss to her forehead, “I didn’t even know it was possible to love someone this much. I’m obsessed.” He admitted.

“Me too.”

“You’re amazing.” You buried your face back into his arm as he said it, “No seriously, you grew her for nine whole months just so we could have a family. And then you gave birth, you’re so strong. So so strong.”

“You did play a part in making her too.” You added.

“That I did.” He cheeked.

“I love you.” You mumbled, pressing a feathery kiss to the corner of his lips and cuddling back down to admire you sleepy baby girl.

so basically you're lying next to brad or on a bus or a plane and you guys are sharing earphones and brad is mindlessly chattering with you while skipping songs but suddenly you guys' favorite the 1975 song comes on. use earphones

{insp}

You have a bad habit of studying until the wee hours of the morning. You can often be found with a book sprawled across your lap, reading glasses perched on the edge of your nose, threatening to fall off, and multiple mugs which once contained hot cocoa littering whatever flat surface you had...