I half expected Liam to do a ‘twitcam’ when he was on the computer, though.
Mom, Dad… Meet my boyfriend.
This always makes me laugh. He just reminds me of a crazy character in an animated cartoon movie. :p
One Direction talking about Men In Black 3.
Interviewer: Who are you expecting to use this (nerf guns) against?
Zayn: Some aliens
Liam: Paparazzi *laughs*
Louis: Anyone who gets brave.
Should I keep going with ‘childhood memories’ of the boys?
Do you guys like seeing / reading them? Do you think it’s a good idea? I don’t think many of these have been made before, except for really long fan fictions, which I didn’t want to do. I’m basically making short little fictional stories about memories I have of the boys / what they were like as kids, then continuing on to what our relationship is now.
Let me know if you like the stories. I already have one of Harry and just made one of Louis.
<3
Louis “the Tommo” Tomlinson.
When we were kids, Louis had the same look on his face with a small little water gun in his hands. He’d look away right before he’d shoot me with continuous spurts of water. He’s always been the joker.
I remember when I first met him. We were both kind of shy. I was playing basketball at the park with a couple of my friends, and there he came over, and asked if he could play as well. I was about twelve and he was eleven. Of course, me and my girlfriends said he could play. He didn’t say much at first.
Then we all decided to get ice cream from the ice cream truck. We asked him if he wanted to join, and he did. During that time, we talked and asked about him; where he was from, where he went to school, what he liked to do.
Since then, we’ve been really close friends.
Through the years, we still call each other and check up on each other; how each of us is doing and what we’ve been up to. It’s harder now a days to talk to him with him being in One Direction, but we manage. He introduced me to the guys not too long ago and I can see the undying love they have towards each other. They’re like close brothers. And I could DEFINITELY see Larry Stylinson happening, even from the beginning. Harry’s a trip. Love that guy. Niall is this care free soul, who gets a kick out of almost anything. Wonderful kid. Liam’s heart as big as all the oceans put together. Dani is one lucky girl to be dating him. Zayn is such a looker. Not gonna lie, I have a little crush on him. He’s a great guy. If he wasn’t in One Direction, I’d claim him to be the next DJ Pauly D. No lie. Then…back to Harry. I have no words for that kid. The only thing I have to say is; what a flirt! That’s all. They all just fit together perfectly. I wish the best of luck to Louis and them and hope they still have years to go together.
As for that look in Louis’ eye in that picture, that’s the look of misconception. You think he’s not gonna shoot at you because he’s looking at someone else. That’s when you have to be most cautious. That’s when he gets you. Then everyone laughs about it. Then he always proceeds to say, “I got you wet!” Then chuckles. Always. Never fails. It may be a bit immature, but I pray that he never changes.
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*This is my story of Harry*
Meet Harry. You may know him as Harry Styles, 1/5 of One Direction. I know him as Harold Edward Styles. The boy who used to trip over his own shoe laces (hey, let’s face it, he still does), the boy who used to throw sand at the girls he fancied at five years old. I was never one of those girls, but I was that girl who knew him since he was just 5 years old. I was 8. I remember it like it was yesterday.
“Mom, why do I have to go to Mrs. Cox’s house? I’d be fine by myself.” I said on the car ride to Harry’s Mom’s house.
“Sweetie, you are only eight years old. I can’t leave you by yourself. Besides, I thought you liked playing with her kids?” My mom looked confused.
“I do, but…” I started.
“You’ll be fine. I’ll only be gone for a couple of hours.” My mom replied.
When we got to their house, it was nicer than I had expected, but smaller than our home. Harry was playing outside with his little friends, waved hi to me, and I went inside to watch Mary Kate and Ashley with Harry’s sister.
“Hi!” Harry came up to me. What a little flirt. He had that perfect little smile. “What’s your name?” He asked me.
I told him my name.
“I’m Harry! Wanna play Power Rangers with me? You can be the Pink Ranger and I can be the blue one! I’ll save you from any danger!” He said excitedly.
“Harry, don’t be silly. She doesn’t want to play Power Rangers with you. She’s watching a movie with me!” Gemma replied. Harry stuck out his tongue at her and walked away. Later, coming back in with a tootsie roll sucker and handed it to me.
“For you…cuz you’re sweet.” He said to me.
“Aw. Gemma. He’s so cute.” I told her. “How about that Power Rangers game?” I asked him.
“No! I have a better idea! Ever played lava?” He asked me. Lava was this game where you’d have to be on things and not touch the ground. If you did, you’d burn in the lava. It was best played on jungle gyms. Me and him also played on the livingroom furniture, which didn’t turn out the greatest. He knocked over a lamp in the process of jumping from a recliner chair to the couch.
Anyway, a game of lava is where it all began for us. For 10 years, we’ve been inseparable. We sang kareokee at parties, we went bowling together, went to the movies together. When I got my drivers license, (I was 16, he was 13), I took him to his ‘football’ practices when his mom or Gemma couldn’t take him. We were THE best of friends.
Then, I got his call saying his mom was taking him to the XFactor tryouts. I wished him the best of luck and he called me back with the results.
“I made it!” He said with joy. “I’m so scared, though. Come with me. Travel with me. I want you there every step of the way.” He said, practically crying with excitement over the phone.
“Oh my gosh! Congratulations! You know I can’t go with you. I have to finish school and then I have a job. I can’t afford to quit my job or drop out of school.” I said, shaking, excited for him.
“But, if I make it, I can pay for both of us to go to school. I can pay off a lot of things. Even our tickets for underage drinking.” He said.
“Harold. Stop! This is for YOU. YOU deserve this. Go! Just don’t forget me, okay?”
Little did I know, it would feel like he did forget me.
Now a days, 5 years later, I MAYBE get a call once every two months. I’d be lucky to get a call from him once a month. His mom calls me more than he does. Although, she does say in almost every phone call, “I’ll keep telling you this, no matter how many girls Harry meets, I told him that you’re a keeper and that he should just go out with you.” I blush every time she tells me that. “You still make him smile. He tells me he randomly smiles thinking about memories he has of you and him together. Like that one time you ‘accidentally’ fell and pulled down his pants in front of school. Or that one time he drew a rabbit on your cheek with permanent marker the night before picture day. He just told me yesterday he really wants to call you and have a really long chat with you to catch up, but he doesn’t have time. We all miss you, Dear. You’re like my daughter already. You should just take the extra 4 hour drive here to catch up with all of us and spend the weekend here sometime.”
That was the end of it. I broke down and started crying. “Aw. I love you guys. I miss you all,” I said through my tears.
“Baby, we love you. I love you. If you ever need a place to stay or somewhere to call your second home, we’ll always be here for you. Listen, Harry’s making a trip back home, here, in a week. Take a couple days off of work, come down here, and let’s have a surprise party for Harry? How does that sound?”
I smiled instantly. “I would love that! I miss him SO much.”
A week later. I packed my suitcase and drove to Harry’s house.
When I got there, it was just Anne (Harry’s mom), Gemma, Harry’s stepdad, and a few of Harry’s close friends (my ex close friends). We chatted a bit and caught up.
Then, just when I went to the kitchen to grab myself a water bottle, a black SUV pulled up. Harry got out of the car…and I was speechless, I couldn’t move. Everything was in slow motion. Anne came up behind me, “Go outside. Greet him at the door.”
I went on the porch without him seeing or hearing. We met eyes. He stopped, bag around his shoulder and a suitcase rolling behind him. He opened his mouth and smiled so big. I think I even saw a tear. He covered his mouth with both of his hands and the muffled words, “Oh. My. God.” came out.
I smiled, blushed a bit, and walked down the steps and leaped into his open arms.
“You’re HERE!? Oh my gosh, I missed you so much. I’ve been meaning to call. I swear.” He said as he put me down. “Oh my gosh! You’re here! This is crazy! Oh my gosh! You’ve changed. You’re so….wow!” I couldn’t get a word in. I didn’t want to. Hearing his voice. Seeing those dimples. I missed him. And finally, I got to see him after so long. We were best friends. Now, I’m just lucky enough to call him my boyfriend. I love him.
