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oh no i follow people who go out of their way to go to one direction's hotel rooms i'm so sad how can i unfollow them without being rude thanks
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i kind of scrapped all of this (doesn't really go with what i'm writing now i guess) so i decided to post this here um it's not edited or anything sorry
Niall can hear the faint noise of the television coming from the living room when he opens the front door. He frowns.
There’d been a fire at an apartment complex near the hospital, and Niall had been unlucky enough to be in the studio as soon as they’d gotten the news. Before he knew it he was standing in front of a burning building and a fully made up Leigh-Anne reporting for Action News at Eleven.
It’s almost one in the morning, and exhaustion is wearing Niall down with every step he takes down the front hall and into the living room.
Just like he thought, there’s Louis, sound asleep on their well-worn couch, baby monitor on the coffee table and a re-run of NCIS playing on the television.
Niall maneuvers through the toys strewn across the floor (he’ll tidy up in the morning) to get to Louis on the couch.
“Babe,” he whispers, shaking him lightly. Louis snuffles a bit as he wakes up, his face scrunching up to make him look too adorable for any 28-year-old.
Niall remembers a time when they would have considered one in the morning to be the beginning of their night. It’s a vague memory, very blurred and far away, but it’s there.
“What time is it?” he asks, which causes Niall to roll his eyes.
“Late. Don’t worry about it, come on.” Niall struggles to drag Louis to his feet in order to lead them upstairs to their bedroom.
“Monitor,” Louis mumbles against Niall’s shoulder. Niall rolls his eyes and grabs the baby monitor from the coffee table.
They manage to get to their bedroom without tripping on the Tonka truck Robbie left at the foot of the stairs—Louis’s messiness is rubbing off on him, and Niall is not so happy about that if he’s being honest.
When they get to their room, Louis immediately falls face first on the bed, not bothering to get his pants off.
Niall smiles fondly down at him as he takes of his own jeans. It’s not like this very often, but this is the final week of rehearsals for the winter play Louis’ students are putting up. When he’s not staying late at school for his students, he’s taking care of Robbie while Niall is out in the field or at the studio.
They hadn’t been able to coordinate their schedules for the past month except for tonight. The plan for tonight had been to have dinner as a family, put Robbie to bed, then have sex before going to sleep at a reasonable hour.
Damn that gas leak, then.
Niall makes his way to Robbie’s room, then. He opens the door slowly, making as little noise as possible. He’s sleeping soundly in his racecar bed (because they’re nothing if not Fun Dads), one teeny tiny arm holding tightly to his favorite stuffed penguin.
Niall crouches down until he’s on Robbie’s level to give him a quick kiss on his blond head of hair. He’s always found it funny how they’d managed to adopt a natural blond, while he hasn’t stopped getting a dye job at least once a month.
When Niall closes the door to their bedroom, Louis is lying on his back on top of the comforter, too lazy to pull the covers off the bed. Niall pulls off the covers on his side of the bed; when Louis gets cold he can take care of himself he’s a big boy.
It’s dark, it’s cozy, and Niall can feel himself drifting off when Louis sits up abruptly from the bed.
“We didn’t have sex,” he says, wide awake suddenly.
“Go to sleep, Lou.”
“No, no,” Louis insists. “I promised you an orgasm when I didn’t make it to dinner last night.”
“Hon, you’re too tired to even say the word orgasm. Go to sleep.”
“If I was tired could I do this?”
“What are you doing?”
“What?” Louis opens one eye. “Am I not giving you a hand job?”
Niall laughs softly into his pillow.
“Good night, Lou.”
“I love you.”
“I love you.”
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tessiturae ha dicho: "it’s just a meal" iT’S NOT JUST A MEAL IT’S DIGIORNOS
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
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louisonleadvocals ha dicho:FUCK AS I WAS GOING ALONG I WAS LIKE.. WOW CAN’T BELIEVE THEY DIDN’T RELATE THIS TO SWEET DISPOSITION AND THEN /THEY DID/ I’M TOO GOOD AT THIS
IT'S ALMOST TOO EASY AT THIS POINT`
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http://boybandofbrothers.tumblr.com/post/70462384517/bulletprooflarry-larrymilkovich
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ohlivyuhuxtable ha dicho:it wasn’t about not liking liam but ok i like that too
i think i'd like that aaron thing if like, aaron didn't do the bad shit he did i like the idea of liam dating niall and then going away to college buuuutttt idk idk
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ohlivyuhuxtable ha dicho:omgogmgom zayn is missy and louis is cliff, harry’s on the squad (?) and superhot liam-of-the-moment is aaron
no i like liam :( can't liam be on the squad too and like idk justin bieber can be aaron
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bring it on au ahem
niall as torrance
help me
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ohlivyuhuxtable ha dichowait what is thiiissss
http://louiseteasdales.tumblr.com/post/69237502140/scrappydont-replied-to
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tessiturae ha dichoHOW IS ANYONE ANYTHING BUT A HOPELESS MESS RN IDGI??????????????
I'M SITTING HERE SEETHING LIKE OK I'M SORRY U DON'T LIKE ANCHORMAN THIS ISN'T THE POINT YOU LIKE NICK GRIMSHAW UR TRASH
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i'm actually obsessed with niall and louis being college sweethearts (again, lindsay and i were talking about this earlier) who have children together i'm obsessed i'm so sorry
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idk man lindsay and i were talking about something and then i wrote something and i didn't even read it over idk idk idk
It’s obvious to even Louis that Niall fancies him right away.
To be fair, though, Niall hadn’t been subtle in his interest. In fact, when Harry had introduced them at one of the many parties would host during the school year, Niall had moved in for a hug so fast he’d almost pushed Harry into the refreshment table.
“Sorry, bud,” Niall had said, not really sorry at all. He’d held on to Louis for longer than strictly platonic, which had been more amusing than awkward at the time, really, because Niall just puts people at ease like that.
Louis pats him in the back a couple times, hoping to convey the “I’m quite finished with this hug” he doesn’t think he can say in front of a new person, no matter how friendly that person might be. Niall pulls back, and now that Louis can examine his face, he notices how flushed and wide-eyed he looks. Okay, so he’s drunk.
“So you probably know where the booze is, huh,” Louis says.
Niall throws his head back to laugh, which… okay that wasn’t even a funny joke. He throws his arm around Louis and leads him to the kitchen. Louis turns back to look for Harry, but he’s already taking a photo of a lamp, probably to post it on Instagram later.
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liam is the person she switches homes with. he's a frustrated musician or s/t and he hasn't like written any music in a while so he's like ok let's go and so he goes to la and she goes to ireland bc niall
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demi lovato as a hot young music exec who's worked her ass off to get where she is at her age and needs a break from a bad breakup/all the stress of her job dealing with annoying popstars
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#what the hell is that? #a headband #says who? #no one i'm so sorry haha let me tell you the story about how i got it though listen-
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