aw thanks, you’re welcome :)
- as requested; enjoy xx I actually enjoyed this, happy Thanksgiving!
The Real World. This is the true story of five strangers, picked to live in a house, work together, and have their lives taped…to find out what happens when people stop being polite, and start getting real.
Five teenage lads. A luxurious bachelor pad in the heart of London. Of course it was going to make for good television. If only ratings didn’t bank on the hangovers, heartache, and betrayal of naive kids.
There was Zayn Malik, a struggling artist, 20 years old and from Bradford.
Liam Payne, the most orthodox of them all, also 20 years old and from Wolverhampton.
Niall Horan, 20 as well, and having come from the farthest from home in Mullingar, Ireland, a bit of a wild child and definitely the first to break the ice among the group.
Harry Styles, the youngest at just 19, was from the modest town of Holmes Chapel and was the cheeky charmer of the house, but with eyes set on only one person, and maybe a bit too soon.
Because that person was Doncaster’s Louis Tomlinson, the oldest of the five, and a 21-year-old with commitment issues, just looking for three months of hook ups and relaxation.
But nobody walks into the house at the beginning of the summer as the exact same person they walk out as. That was Real World tradition.
Well within the first week, the lads had all become comfortable and familiar with each other and it was only natural that budding friendships as well as romances were forming.
The video confessional room held more details.
Zayn: It’s been great, yeah. We all get along. It’s only been a week, but we don’t feel like five strangers anymore.
And when asked of their on and off camera activities, Zayn probably played down their antics a bit — We’re not very wild; the craziest thing we do is get drunk and then sleep until noon. We’re rather boring.
And Liam wanted to believe he could return to Wolverhampton shamelessly as well, hoping to keep his promise to his old man.
Liam: I told my dad I’d behave. He told me not to do anything I wouldn’t want my Nan to see, so.
Whereas the footage said otherwise.
It was pranks upon pranks, actually. So far, so harmless. But 3/5 saw something coming that the other two were not so successfully dodging.
Niall: Harry and Louis are definitely going to hook up. Zayn, Liam, and myself are betting when.
Harry the wordsmith had this to say:
Harry: It’s weird; I feel like I’ve known Louis for so long. We’re really close. He’s just, like, a good person.
And Louis was a bit more on his toes about their relationship escalating, refusing to fall carelessly and quickly.
Louis: Harry’s great, yeah. But I’ not going to fall in love within three months, and he’s the type that could. And I don’t know…I don’t want to hurt him, I guess.
I know it’ll be okay and I appreciate it.
I’m definitely not changing for anyone but myself.
Thank you xx
Fuck negativity! I’m actually cheering up quite a bit now :)
This isn’t exactly a personal blog, but considering I do have such caring followers and I would love any advice or help I could get, I’ll just copy paste what I FB messaged my friend.
~~ I’m having a hard time opening up to love and trusting people again after a bad relationship as well as not being sad about it. Everyone has told me to give it time, and I am, but the pain is still hurting me. I’ve moved on from the relationship and I’m not going back, I’m just scared because I got cheated on and verbally abused. I know I’ll find someone but there’s an issue with my ex. I broke up with her in September because I wasn’t feeling it anymore, but she later insulted me and revealed AFTER she cheated and now she’s with her ex who she cheated on me with, which broke my heart because I felt like she never loved me at all and was just using me as a rebound/tool to get over her ex, who she clearly didn’t get over, she got under, and she’s calling ME names for being unable to be her friend now and move on. Like, isn’t that stupid and selfish of her? Think of how it takes me feel knowing that NOW. She honestly expects me to sweep her fucked up actions under the rug and just be her friend now.I mean, I’m not gonna hold onto negative memories but come the fuck on. She’s absolutely evil for even suggesting that!
Also, she has some stuff of mine (like sentimental things) I want back, but refuses to give it unless I “move on and let it go” and be her friend, but she doesn’t deserve my friendship. She doesn’t care/see my feelings about it. She’s so selfish and idk how to get my stuff back without compromising my happiness…she said once she’d mail it, but then we got in a fight and she took it back. Like, she’s teasing me with it and holding me hostage and I hate it. People have told me just to forget her AND forget the stuff, but that basically means she got away with being a dishonest, unfaithful bitch AND got to keep my things.
I’ve honestly never spent so much time being frustrated with someone or crying in my entire life ): So since she won’t budge and I REALLY want my stuff back, I’m gonna fake friendship until I get it in the mail and then leave forever. I just hope I don’t waste more time and she ends up keeping it anyways…but if she does decide to yank the mail back again or continue being a manipulative bitch, hopefully by then, I just won’t give any less of a fuck.
It’s the holiday season and I really wanted to be happy and cuddly with her during this time of year, but instead, I’m just bitter over the time, effort, and love I wasted and I just want her to give the things back and get the fuck out of my life because she’s trash based on her actions at this point. She told me not to talk to her if I don’t want, but I won’t get the mail if I won’t. So I’m stuck.
I AM spending time doing what I love with friends and family and trying to be happy, but it’s very hard and I hope you can understand how much effort I am trying in both balancing my depression as well as the shit that my ex caused.
Thankfully, I don’t have feelings for that witch anymore, but it doesn’t mean I’m completely pain-free. And when I said that you can see it in my writing, how I feel, or what I’m going through relationship wise, I just want to be happy and able to write fluff again.
I’m so done with EVERYONE’s bad vibes, but especially hers. She was a good actress, I’ll give her that. And I’m not saying I want revenge, I just want equality and understanding and my goddamn stuff back.
(Also, please don’t suggest getting the cops involved or suing or blackmail…I kind of want this to be drama free and civilized, and the things were mostly sentimental and I just want her out of my life without a big blow up. She should feel ashamed of herself, but I’m not the karma queen, you know?)
Thank you for reading this. I’m going to delete this later, though. This blog isn’t meant for it, but I have had a lot of sweet and thoughtful messages, and I appreciate your concern very much.
I’ve noticed in my writing over the course of everything I’ve posted that there’s a bit of me and how I feel and have handled my relationships in the stories.
The messiness and the fighting and although writing helps me vent and express that, I’m still the same fuck up I was when I started writing about love.
I’m honestly up for intense relationship advice right now. And I think it might help me create characters who don’t resemble me anymore, or at least not the shitty old me…
- as requested; enjoy xx
Harry Styles was born to eat dirt. He grew up, desperately trying to help his mother pay rent and taking hits from his drunken father when covering up for his mum and sister about where they were, when they were just hiding from him, and the women in the house would apologize to Harry him being put through that and at such a young age.
But for some reason, Harry never pitied himself or let others pity him. Even if he wore the same jumper two days in a row because he had nothing else or had to skip meals to make sure the rest of the family was full. He wiped away his tears and read books with a flashlight under the covers in bed. He wanted to do well in school and be a good person no matter what the odds. He wasn’t going to be a victim, and he knew he was stronger than this.
And Harry knew he probably wouldn’t have had this perspective if he hadn’t met Louis Tomlinson, the class clown from primary school who until Harry saw the bruises on, he didn’t know was in the same boat as him. They motivated each other to just think of each other like soldiers, and this was all just part of a battle, and one day, they were going to get medals. Louis was very good with words and comforting people and Harry was very kind and optimistic, and the two became best friends quickly, bringing out the best in each other.
And they continued to do so, all the way until university, scholarship essays and hard work finally paying off, and their 18th birthdays coming up soon. Harry still checked up on his mum who had upheld a restraining order against her husband and his sister had moved out years ago, and Louis was still in touch with his family, too. The lads were focusing on the future now, proud of themselves and relieved they’d survived their pasts, ready to be normal university students who crammed for exams and drank excessive amounts of coffee and watched Netflix together on rainy days in.
But whoever said Harry was meant to live a normal, easy life, right?
oh my god this is so interesting
okay i’ll give it a go even though it’s a lot different than my usual stuff
I’m pretty sure this story exists somewhere in the archives or somewhere along these lines, I’m sorry I can’t find it though but I’ve definitely written something along these lines :)
this is more of a scene within a story, but I’ll try to work it into a future one shot
and thank you, you’re very sweet and i’m getting better