We wont be going on this blog anymore because we’re busy with our personal tumblr. we’re not going to delete the blog though so all the imagines and personal will always be here.


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posted 2 years ago (® styleslove)


when I first saw this bitch on twitter i was like: 

then I saw her tweets and I was like:

then i was like: you know what, us directioners will uniteeee

then she says stuff like dis: 

then i was like: 

i just, no. 

btw, none of these gifs aren’t mine.

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posted 2 years ago (® babypotatoesfornialler)

"Angel, Angeeeeel." You feel a hand softly stroke your cheek. Your eyes flutter open, you see Niall laying across from you in the bed. You smile sleepily hold his hand thats touching your face. 

"Good morning princess!" He says lightly pecking your nose. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you close, you snuggle into his chest. His body is so warm, and you start to drift off the sleep.

"No, no, no. C’mon, time to get up." Niall says. He sits up, totally ruining your snuggle. You stay laying down though, with your eyes closed. You dont want to get up. He doesnt move or say anything so you open one eye and look at him. He’s staring dreamily at you, you try not to grin. You turn over and pull the blannket over you head. He chuckles. 

"Baaabe," He whines. You dont say anything. He moves around on the bed, seems like he’s going to the bottom. You feel him slowly lift the blanket up thats covering you feet and you try to pull your feet up but your not fast enough, he grabs your feet and starts vigorously tickling them. You screech and squirm, trying to get your foot back. 

"Niall! Niall! S-stop!" You try to say through your laughing fit. You take a pillow and hit him with it repeatedly, he doesnt stop. finally, you give in.

"Okay! I’ll get up! NIALL!" You shout. He stands up, smiling devilishly.

"Ooh, I am so gonna get you." You declare. He laughs and sprints out of the room and you shoot out of bed and run after him. When you get out into the living room, you dont see him. You hear some shuffling and suddenly Niall pops up from behind the island in the kitchen. 

"YOU!" You shout and start to run towards him. He pulls out his nerf gun and starts pelting you. Since the soft bullets have velcro heads, they stick your shirt. You ignore them and tackle Niall to the floor. Your sitting on his stomach and you take the bullets off your shirt and start throwing them at him, pelting his face. He blocks his face with his arms and before you know it you two are wrestling. You try to get him down but, of course, he’s stronger than you, he pins you down.

"God, for not wanting to wake up, you sure have a bit of energy." He says, you giggle. You wiggle trying to get up.  

"Wait!" He says and crashes his lips into yours. You can feel him smiling through the kiss. He pulls away and just as he does you lightly punch him in the stomach.

"HIYAH!" You shout and get up and run behind the table. Niall stands up and chuckles.

"Oh, now you’re gonna get it!" He says winking at you.

(Written by Rajhauna edited by Amanda ((and Kelsey since Amanda isn’t good at editing.))

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posted 2 years ago

xx Rajhauna

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   You’re lying on your couch, flipping through channels nonchalantly. Sigh, nothing to do. Just as you’re about to settle in for a nap, when theres a knock on your door. You hop up from the couch to answer it. When you open the door and see your boyfriend Harry standing there, wind blowing through his curls, he smiles.

"And there she is! The love of my life," He says.

"Hi Harry," You say. You smile and wrap your arms around his neck, and give him a peck on the lips. You try to move to the side to let him in. But he puts his hands on you hips and pulls you back in front of him, you look at him confused.

"Thats all you give me? Thats not going to cut it." He says grinning and slamming his lips against yours. After a few seconds he pulls away.

"Enough?" You ask playfully. 

"For now." He says and winks at you, you giggle and let him in. You two head over to the couch, hand in hand. You plop down on the cushions. Him, sitting up, and you sitting back, your legs across his lap. You sit and watch T.V. for a few minutes before Harry breaks the silence. 

"Is this all you’ve been doing all morning?" He asks. 

"Well yeah, pretty much," You reply.

"Why?" He sits there silent for a second, quiet. You can tell he’s thinking by the way his eyebrows knit together in concentration. You giggle, just looking at him. Finally, he perks up.

"Hey! Theres a little cocktail party going on today, wanna go?" He asks. He looks hopeful, you can’t say no.

"Well, okay, I’d love to, I just dont think I have anything to wear," You put your finger on your chin and look up at the ceiling, running through your wardrobe in your mind. 

"Oh whatever," He says standing up. He offers you his hand.

"We can go shopping," You laugh instantly.

"What?" He says smiling at your laugh. 

"You… you just sounded like Louis when you said that." You say, still laughing hard.  Harry laughs too. 

"Well, I guess he is rubbing off on me," He says, shrugging. He offers his hand out again and you take it. You get up and pull him out the door, still laughing.


"Ariana? Is everything alright in there?" Harry says from outside the dressing room. You’re at this super fancy dress store, well, trying on dresses. 

"Hold ooon Haz…" You say back to him. He starts jiggling the doorknob, teasing you.

"Do I need to come in there and help you?" He says chuckling. 

"Harold!" You gasp.

"Jeez, okay. I’ve got it on." You open the door and step out into the waiting room. Harry’s standing there, open mouthed, his eyes sparkling. You do a little spin and look down at the dress admiring it, it looks great on you. You look at Harry.

"Well?" you question. He’s still just standing there, gaping, looking you up and down. You giggle.

"Harry, stop staring, you weirdo." He’s still just standing there, you roll your eyes.

"Fine, if your not going to say anything, I’m going to try on a different one." You turn around but Harry grabs your hand, he turns you to face him. You catch your breath a little, he’s closer than you thought he was going to be. He looks you in the eyes.

"Beautiful," He says, his lips glazing yours. 

"So you like the dress?" You ask hopefully. 

"I do like the dress, but thats not what I was talking about." He leans in and you cant help but smile as he presses his lips against yours.

(Edited by Amanda ((and Kelsey since they suck at editing)), written by Rajhauna, hope you like (:)

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