and a happy New Year
I was thinking about all those people who look at photos and suddenly decide that Harry’s not happy or Louis isn’t happy (with Eleanor or not this isn’t really a “larry” or “beard” thing that I’m talking about but it pertains to it)
Pictures are taken in a fraction of a second. A click of a button and you have this photo. A photo that people look at and think they can tell everything about someone’s life from. This is a fraction of a second that you are taking. A fraction of a second from a 24 hour day in a seven day week in a 52 week, year. A fraction of a second that this person was in public of all the hours they spend alone or with their families or friends. If someone isn’t smiling for just that moment, it’s captured and suddenly they’re not happy. If in that moment they don’t look the way people think they should or how people think it’s normal to look, there’s something wrong. And that’s how rumors start.
The thing is…not only can I tell their voices apart in songs, I can now also tell which guys are harmonizing at what times.
Yet I still couldn’t tell you which family member is calling my name from downstairs.
I mean that’s also part of it. Not to say that everyone is miserable behind a computer but I mean…here I am. It’s nice to be able to daydream about what it would be like. In the end we don’t actually know any of them. It’s easy to lose sight of that when you’re so involved in your own world but we just need to give them some space to breathe and live their lives the way they want to.
(Keep in mind throughout that I’m not talking about Kendall, I’m talking in a general sense)
First, I know how everyone feels. It’s rough to see Harry with someone who’s not you. Because at least when he’s single (even if you know you’ll never be with him) there’s still that .0000001% chance. And it sucks to think that even that tiny bit of hope could turn into a 0%.
But the thing is, at the end of the day he’s human. When Harry gets a girlfriend, because it’s inevitable, we have to remember that he’s a person. He’s a normal guy with normal needs. He loves what he does, and he takes everything with stride. He signed up to make people happy, and for that to make him happy. He didn’t sign up for people to dictate who he can and can’t be with. Just let him be. He deserves happiness as much as any of us.
They literally make us so happy, why can’t we just return the favor and allow them to be with who makes them happy?
Definitely those two are great but my absolute favorite is Right Now (Half a Heart is a close second)
I see the resemblance
I think my dash did one of those things that everyone’s always talking about
"how are you feeling about midnight memories"
Well that just about sums up my life
I forgot to post it but last Friday was my 19th birthday, and this was my cake
My dash kind of just…
You can read the new chapter here
Read the epilogue here
Read the original popular fanfic “New York” here
Read the reviews to the original here
And if you prefer wattpad it’s also here
Wattpad says it’s rated R but it’s not wattpad is full of pussies just because I used the word fuck…a few times
Here is the summary for the original “New York”
Zana is a normal girl going to school and living in New York City. She does normal things like shop, eat more than she should and regret it later, sleep, oh yeah and befriend the world’s biggest boy band. But that’s just a side note really. The day she decided to sip hot coco like a mature adult in an upscale cafe was the day her life was changed forever. From talking to herself in her head, to saying the wrong things out loud she’s quite something and everyone sees it. Especially Harry Styles who takes a special interest in her but her morals get in the way. Her head says “Screw morals and buy a push-up bra” her heart says “stop being a whore”. This is the hilarious account of how she learned to deal with her 5 new best friends Harry, Zayn, Niall, Liam and Louis.
Well…this is the first message to actually make me cry so thank you for that. I think you’ve summed up my emotions perfectly except that’s how I feel about you guys because without readers (even if it was just 10) I wouldn’t even be writing so thank you all a million times more than you’re thanking me.