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hii love, thank you soo much for doing my prompts awee i love it! missed your stories so much, i'm really glad you are back :))

thanks, i’m glad you liked it!

Friday, May 2, 2014
Anonymous:
Glad your back, really love your blog!

thanks a lot…

Anonymous:
Glad your back, really love your blog!

thank youuuu

Anonymous:
Glad your back, really love your blog!

thanks!

A Midnight Memory

- as requested; keep in mind this is my first one shot since being on hiatus! i hope you enjoy xx 

Louis wasn’t feeling it.  Louis “Keg Stand” Tomlinson wasn’t feeling going out on a Friday night. This raised red flags for his friends, Liam and Zayn, who immediately tag teamed in getting the party legend to make at least one more appearance before the semester ended.

Their friend Niall’s fraternity was hosting a pre-finals bash, which was likely to be counterproductive since their grades were shit regardless of hangovers and it’d be best to celebrate after you barely pass the exams, right? These weren’t boys of logic. 

Harry Styles, on the other hand, was. He knew his limits. How many beers it took for him to get drunk, how many questions he needed to get right on his sociology final to make the bare minimum grade to pass the damn class, how much arguing he could take before he would just walk away from a relationship, and how late he could stay at Niall’s before he needed to start cramming for the test over the weekend. 

But even a man of reason had lapses in judgment, and when Louis Tomlinson walked into a room, everything became blurred and the limit did not exist. Harry quickly looked away from the door, when the trio entered, cringing at the indiscreet Mean Girls quote that just ran through his mind. “The limit does not exist. Goddamnit, yes, it does, Harry. Look away.”

Fortunately for him, Louis was too distraught over being stuck at university for another year since he was behind on credits (after semesters of shenanigans), and it didn’t really help that his two best mates were encouraging that behavior. 

But Harry couldn’t help himself, and this time when he looked away, Louis’s eyes locked on his.

And Louis thought to himself, at the sight of such an innocent, reserved face: “Maybe just one more night won’t hurt.”

Liam looked at the hesitant expression on his friend’s face. “Don’t tell me you wanna leave already.”

"No, no. Uh, who’s that?" he asked, tilting his head in the direction of the boy adjusting the ratio of curls to poof on his head. 

Zayn walked over with beers as Liam explained. “Harry Styles. Massive prude. Even massiver nerd.”

"Massiver isn’t a word," Zayn corrected.

"I wouldn’t know. I’m not a nerd."

Louis laughed, figuring he shouldn’t pursue a boy who had everything together then. That wasn’t his type anyways. He liked messes, familiar territory. Zayn handed him a beer, which quickly turned into six. 

And by that time, most people had started passing out and making out, leaving the lads isolated. They weren’t there for hook ups or girls they’d have to explain not texting back to the next morning, and Louis was done with hitting it and quitting it. It had already tainted his academic career of enrolling in and dropping classes, with the same mentality.

He looked over to the far corner of the living room, where Harry stood twiddling his thumbs on his phone screen. Even Niall looked exhausted, after spending hours making sure everyone was having fun—forgetting himself. 

Louis got up, approaching the drained host, who deserved to celebrate as much as anyone here. “Let’s let your guests tend to themselves, yeah? You’ve frat brothers who can take over your shift.” Liam and Zayn seemed ready to head out too, causing Niall to frown, thinking his party was a dud.

"Where are we going to even go? The party’s here."

Louis smiled at Niall’s naivety. “We’re in the city, the party’s everywhere. Why don’t you bring your pal Curly? He seems to be in need of some fresh air too. You deserve to enjoy yourself after supplying all the beer.”

Niall looked over to where Harry was standing by himself, just as he looked back down at his phone, failing again to pretend he wasn’t staring at Louis. 

"You’re right. Harry! How about you join us?" he asked.

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Thursday, May 1, 2014

I expected to lose followers tbh

Hey guys, I know I haven’t been on for awhile or even posted any decent writing in months.

The truth is, I’ve been feeling like absolute shit and doubted my ability to even write anything worthwhile.

But I’m back now, and I’ll try my best to be the blog you guys loved :) 

just wanted to if your gonna be wiritng any more because this is one of favourite blogs ever and miss reading stuff on here

i missed writing too, i’m back :) 

hiii love, idk if you do propmts but i have this idea, so if you want you can write it. basically nobody did one shot based on MM video and maybe you could do it like hazz and lou meet there or they know each other (you can choose) and like 5 of them run away and have fun like on video and on the end h&l kiss and end up tgether or something:) thank you if you do it:) xx

i used to do prompts but i stopped because i felt like shit about everything but i’m back now :)

Friday, March 28, 2014
Anonymous:
Even so, take care, though! Many of us love you dearly.

thank you so much, I appreciate it a lot x 

sincerelybillie:

I’m sick of people calling women who choose to get abortions “murderers”. It’s none of our business. It’s not our place or right. And if you’re confused or disagree, click the link!

Monday, March 17, 2014
Anonymous:
are you taking propmts?????

i’ve been in this depressing funk where all i wanna do is delete my tumblr and sleep for a thousand years tbh 

somebody throw me in a river

 
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