1d blog mostly. with some glee, supernatural, and twd. 18 year old writer && musician. you're beautiful, always remember that. [[prompts are CLOSED]]
When I have the chance! Some stuff being written behind the scenes, but Uni is CRAZY
I am, and it is busy! But I love it :)
Ummm, I dont think I wrote that…
That April day was quite eventful for being an average day. Things were tense in the household, because Zayn and Liam were fighting. None of the kids were sure about what, but things were not normal. Ten-year-old Louis was trying his best to keep his parents calm, and six-year-old Harry was trying to make everyone laugh. Niall was just confused. The two-year-old wasn’t sure why everyone was acting differently, but it made him uneasy. The small boy could hardly stomach his breakfast, and was relieved when Liam let him out of his highchair and Niall could run off to play.
Louis and Harry finished eatin
Niall was one of the biggest closet Beliebers anyone could ever imagine, and he liked it that way. He was a sixteen year old boy, he shouldn’t be a fan of a nineteen year old superstar with a shaggy haircut and a voice that made girls swoon. But damn, the boy was fine! And Niall’s parents happened to be the biggest band in the world, so Niall at least knew that he had a shot to at least meet the boy.
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“Guys? Get in here!” Harry called from the doorway, looking into the nursery. In just a few seconds, the men were all gathered in or around the nursery as well, mouths agape. Zayn was standing in the middle of the room, covered in baby powder and sporting a huge grin. “Snow!” he giggled happily.
Everywhere the men could see, there was a thin dusting of baby powder. “Snow!” Zayn exclaimed again.
“That’s…that’s a lot of snow, Zayn,” Liam said slowly.
“What on Earth? Why did you play with the baby powder? Where did you get it, even?” Louis asked. Zayn simply pointed to the changing table in the corner and giggled.