Let’s do an honesty hour and get things rolling around here! (Or just message us)
You began to feel like home…
You began to feel like home…
This literally just happened like oh my shit
Even Google knows.
I can just imagine Louis sitting on the plane in his own little section away from the rest of the boys laying under a blanket while all the other boys are asleep and he sits there looking out his window at the dark sky and the landscape below if he can even see it. Tears rolling down his face as he tries so hard to stay as silent as he can. Niall starts to stir in his sleep a little and Louis pulls his blanket over his head and starts crying even harder as he whispers, “I’m so sorry I couldn’t stop you from getting pulled into this situation like this. I’m sorry I couldn’t help you. I couldn’t save you baby. Please forgive me.” oh gOD MAKE ME STOP
Soooo the boys were in downtown Manhattan today, for rehearsals or some shit. And I’m like, thats only a few stops from where I go to school, off the L train. I recognize the area and everything, I’ve gone bowling there. Like St. Marks Place and Chelsea Piers kinda area.
But I only JUST find out they were there, at 1:35 a.m, while these stupid/gorgeous young men are probably fast asleep. Bastards…
I comfort myself in the knowledge that Larry is probably sound asleep with their arms wrapped around one another and its a beautiful sight in my mind <3
Love you guys <3
since people apparently still aren’t over the haylor bs, here’s my theory:
I know I always give the bea- I mean Eleanor shit and say I don’t respect her and everything but after this whole Haylor stunt I respect her now, a whole lot because even though I don’t believe her and Louis are dating I believe that she has been there for him to comfort him and keep him from doing stupid things. And I’m really grateful for her right now.
Same shit different day. I’m out showing off to the world my “relationship” with Eleanor. It should actually be called a fakelationship because that’s all it was. Fake.
I didn’t even try today. I’m not even paying attention to her. She’s going on and on about how it’s going to be okay and how I played at Madison Square Garden last night and how I should be so proud of how good of a show the boys and I put on. She was a good friend. She kept me alive and well when all I wanted to do was break down and cry. Not only that…. I wanted to die.
Harry had a beard of his own now.
I know I’ve had a beard for over a year now but Harry was stronger than I was. He was so much stronger. He put on his brave face for us. He dealt with the bullshit so we could be together.
But I wasn’t as strong.
I thought back to last night. To how good it felt to get that wasted. I barley even remember what happened. I remember walking out of the bar with Eleanor behind me trying to keep me awake. I turned to fans telling them tomorrow was Christmas. I didn’t have a care in the world. When I walked back into our hotel room I went right to go and cuddle with Harry but he wasn’t in bed. So I cried myself to sleep. He found his way back in at around 4 or 5 in the morning and slipped into bed with me and wiped my tears. I couldn’t believe this was happening.
I was brought out of my daydream by Eleanor telling me we had reached the hotel. I rode the elevator to my room and decided it was my time. I thought back to all the memories Harry and I had together and I realized I couldn’t wait to be with him in public anymore and how people weren’t going to believe that we were in a relationship anymore because they would believe Harry was with….with…..her.
I walked into my hotel room to see Harry had gone out with Taylor and decided this would be the perfect time to do this. I grabbed a piece of paper and started writing. At first I didn’t know what to say, but when I found it, it poured out all over this paper. I placed it on the bed with my picture of Harry and I that I always bring on tour with me… It was the one of us at Leeds Fest. Oh that weekend. It was the weekend where we first had sex and when we did we didn’t stop. Tears came to my eyes reminiscing in memories of that weekend.
More memories came to me as I walked over to my suitcase and pulled out my special bag full of things I might need if I was not well while on the tour. I brought it into the bathroom and placed it on the counter. I picked 5 different bottles and placed them on the floor in front of me. If I was going to go, I was going to do it in an organized fashion. I picked 3 pills from each bottle and placed them in my hand.
I was getting ready to put them in my mouth when the door opened and Harry called my name. It startled me and I dropped the pills all over the floor. I started panicking trying to get them picked up and in my mouth before Harry came and found out that I was in here. I heard him pick up the letter and my hands started shaking making it harder to pick up the pills. I started to freak out even more and cry. Before I knew it I let a loud sob come out of my mouth. I heard the footsteps come towards the door. I tried to pick up the pills faster but my hands would not allow me to.
Harry opened the door and looked at me down on the floor by the bathtub, pills everywhere. Tears were rolling down his cheeks as he walked over to me sat down and grabbed me in his arms. He pulled me into his lap and rocked me back and forth, wiping my tears away. I put my face into his chest and started sobbing.
“It’s okay Louis, baby. Everything’s going to be okay. I promise. Please don’t hurt yourself I couldn’t imagine my life without your beautiful face in it. Please stay with me we’re going to get through this.”
I nodded in his chest as I promised him that I would stay and never ever leave him. Ever.
Blue met Green. Short met Tall. Straight met Curly. The Fray met Coldplay.
3 times the charm has never reigned more true; Louis Tomlinson finally met Harry Styles.
Okay there are so many things wrong with this I decided to do my first real Analysis on this post right here. Sorry if it sucks i didnt have much to work with
Here we go:
I’m posting this early because it’s getting far out of hand.
We are, in and of ourselves the masters of our own destruction. We are literally tearing ourselves apart at the seams and we are too focused blaming other people to even realize it. I started this Mr. X business as a warning. Historically, in the face of adversity people can come together for a common purpose. When faced with a problem, even the longest of enemies can become friends long enough to solve the problem I was hoping that if I scared this fandom into thinking that something was going to happen to the boys, we might unite for even just a moment and try to solve the problem.
I should have known better than to think you capable of something like that. I’m completely disgusted by everyone in this fandom. I couldn’t even wait until Dec. 3rd to post this because in just about 24 hours, you all have escalated this far too far. I’m worried about what would happen if I waited. I’m going to be really cliche for a moment and quote Lincoln, “A house divided against itself cannot stand.” We are so divided it is ridiculous. And I’m not just talking about Larry vs. Elounor either. This Fandom is so divided it’s no wonder it’s crumbling. Everyone has an opinion about everything having to do with the boys.
We’re putting them in little boxes, forcing our personal ideas on to them and suffocating them. They aren’t going to be able to handle it for much longer. We stereotype them and force our opinions on them. We can’t do that! They are real, living people. They are human beings, not characters in a tv show or movie. They have lives, feelings and ideas. We can’t manipulate them to fit our expectations. Think of all the pressure that is put on you on a daily basis.
Think of the parents, coaches, friends, and other people all putting pressure on you. Teachers wanting you to get good grades, friends wanting you to be cool, coaches wanting you to do better on the team. Think how you feel with all that pressure. Now multiply it by about 4 million. Imagine 4 million people putting pressure on you. Expecting you to act a certain way. To think certain things, to be a certain person. None of us knows the boys personally. None of us is their best friend, their brother/sister or their parent. None of us knows what they think, how they feel and who they want to be. We need to stop categorizing them. We can’t just control their lives as if they are characters and we are their creator.
Please, I beg of you stop and think. The whole point of this fandom is a love of One Direction. We should be united over a common cause. Instead we are busy worrying about trivial things that don’t even matter. If we can’t even unite ourselves over something we all love, than what can we do.
Please spread this around. This Mr. X deal has escalated beyond a point that I could ever have imagined. No one is ‘falling’ no one is dying. Nothing except this fandom. And it’s all our fault.
If you have any questions, please contact me. I inadvertently started this mess and i intend to finish it.
Sandra Xavier, Mr. X