luck of the irish

niall james horan musician, manager. lover of gold. twenty-four and taken by harry styles. four year contestant on big brother. this blog is not the real niall james horan.

[niallsthehoran]

livewithwillam·:

“No!” he yelped, darting to his bags in defence. “Fuck you! I ain’t leaving all my babies around here!” although he was playing, he was adamant about having his precious items put away before he became unable to look after them. “I ain’t crawling around at 3am looking for an un-tidied shoe. I ain’t that kinda pig.”

‘Oh, c’mon. It’ll be safe out here,’ Niall tried to encourage, flashing his best smile as if believing that would sell his argument further. ‘It’s pointless unpacking in this place anyway.’ Shoulders shrugged in Willam’s direction. ‘You’re only gonna have to pack it up every two weeks when we move rooms.’ A valid point, in his opinion. Then again, an Irishman would say anything if it got him to the Guinness faster.

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dobrikian‌:

I didn’t come in here with the promise of being original. 

Still could’a come up with something better than tha’. C’mon, man. 

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loutommobb‌:

Want me to beat him up for you? Hey, are you trying to say I’m easy, Nialler? I’m hurt.

You’d fight Norman Reedus for me? Brave man. But nah, it’s cool. He kinda apologised. Mhm, I am and let’s not pretend it ain’t the truth. 

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thomess‌:

You should! Perhaps it will encourage him to come here and surprise the both of us.

Here's hoping! I need some more Irish around here.

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thomess‌:

An abbey. I apologize, perhaps I should have just stated that I’m currently practicing abstinence. That’s a much more simple way to put it.

So, like. No sex?

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ashbashbenzo-xx‌:

You are my fav irish darling

I’m everyone’s favourite Irish. 

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robpattinsonx‌:

isn’t it supposed to be about the life of a new bron  child and not the gifts what matter? 

Don’t be naive, Robert. It’s about presents. 

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shaymitchellcbb‌:

Home Alone is an amazing movie. Mine is definitely How the Grinch Stole Christmas. 

You excited for the new one?

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liampaynox‌:

good because i need them all 

Let’s go.

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infinnitively‌:

Okay, my next card is the ace of diamonds. If you ever listened to Rob Thoams, then you’ll know what that means. If you haven’t.. well.. you’re in for a really bad surprise.

That was even lamer than the twin one.

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evanglily‌:

– & “See I could tell you but I’d much rather hear what you think it is.”

S’what I’m gonna call me next kid, that’s what it is.

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negamism‌:

 – & “You know I’ve got half a mind to throw this pillow right upside your head for avoiding me, starting to make me think I’m the newest plague victim.”

You are. Surprise! 

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cbbrogen‌:

– & “Now that’s the kind of attitude that’ll get you cast in my next movie.”

I’m only interested if I get to make out with Zac Efron.

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livewithwillam‌:

“C’mon.” Willam whined, pushing the other’s leg with the tip of his foot. “C’mon!” he groaned, holding out the note longer this time. “You said you’d show me my room like a whole ten minutes ago and you ain’t moved your ass!” he groaned, throwing his neck back dramatically. “I wanna put my bags down and I wanna go to the bar. C’mon!”

Niall tossed his own head back, sinking further into the sofa he’d been sprawled out on. It was true, he had promised Willam a tour. He had every intention of keeping that promise too, right after his film ended. The more time that passed, however, the more apparent it became that wasn’t gonna happen. Standing up, the Irishman sighed in defeat. ‘Fine, fine. ‘M up,’ he announced, shoving hands into his jean pockets. At least their new arrival seemed excited to be here. Not everyone arrived with that attitude. ‘Fuck the bags. Let’s head straight to the bar.’

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kristxnstewart‌:

Hands stuffed in the pocket of her jeans, Kristen continued her stroll through the parkland that surrounded the house. Sometimes, she needed peace and quiet, and this house delivered that through the beautiful acres of land that came with it. Sure, the UK was cold, but she loved the greenery. She loved being able to stroll and look at the views. She smiled a little as she noticed someone else strolling the gardens not too far away. “Needed to escape too, huh?” she called to them with a chuckle.

Wrapped up in two jackets and an old One Direction merchandise scarf, it was safe to assume Niall wasn’t used to living back on British soil. He missed the California weather. He missed California full stop and above that, he missed his socks. Jennifer bloody Lawrence had tossed them all in the pool hours ago. Shivering a little, the Irishman looked up when a familiar voice spoke to him. ‘Mhm, summat like tha’,’ he drawled. ‘Just plotting me revenge on the idiot I call a best friend. What are you escaping from?’

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messwar‌:

Guess if this place ever loses power and we need to start a fire, we’ll be covered with the amount of sticks everyone is carrying up their asses. If they can dislodge them.

Damn, chill. Don’t expose me like this. 

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dicepatton‌:

‘She’s back and better than ever – you feel that? It’s Dice, baby. Now who’s missed me? And who’s been wishing that I never stepped foot back into a Big Brother mansion?’

'I dunno. I’m still waiting for that lit 'I’ve just turned 30′ bash we were promised four months ago. What happened, Patton?’