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sent TO louis last year, RT’d today. (the OP has that as their pinned tweet today.)
further on … “friendly reminder that the baby is not real.”
they are also pushing the “freddie and austin are brothers because brett is their father” narrative because they are fucking trash.
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Smol Beans 💖
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Do you ever just cry bc Larry is so real bc same
Imagine: Harry Finds Your Tumblr
Don’t be fooled my the title. I’m larrie trash.
This is a joke and it's also ridiculously self indulgent.
You were having the best day ever, at only 19, you had been signed as a Victoria’s Secret angel. And on top of that, your friend, Cara Delevigne, got you on the list for One Direction’s after party.
You arrived at the party after an amazing show, and ordered yourself a beer. You heard a raspy voice in your ear, “It’s nice to see a woman who drinks beer.”
You turned around to see none other than Niall Horan.
You smirked, although internally freaking out, “I’m German, what can I say?” you laughed.
Niall threw his head back in a cackle, “Ah, Germans, the only ones that drink more beer than the Irish.”
You chuckled, taking a swig of your beer.
“You’re that new VS angel right?”
You nodded.
“Bet ya look great in those wings,” he smirked.
You rolled your eyes at him, playing it cool, finishing off your beer.
“Wow, you drink like a champ, wanna come sit at my table?”
“Only if you get me another beer,” you winked.
“I’ll get you all the beer in the world,” he put his hand on your lower back, getting two beers from the bar tender, one for you and one for him, and leading you to his table. Sitting at the table was Harry Styles, Cara Delevigne, Nick Grimshaw, and Olly Murs.
“Hey (Y/N), you made it!” Cara got up to hug you.
“Yeah, thanks so much for the invite!”
You scooted in next to Harry, Niall sitting on the other side.
“Hello, I’m Harry,” he said in his deep voice, sticking out a hand for you to shake.
Everyone laughed, of course you knew his name. You shook his hand anyway, introducing yourself. Harry smiled and took a sip of some pink fruity drink.
“Cool phone case!” Harry said, noticing your phone on the table.
“Oh thanks! I painted that actually.”
“Woah, sick, you’ve got talent.”
As the night progressed, you had impressed Niall with the amount of beer you could drink, and you were all feeling pretty drunk.
“I gotta pee,” you stood up laughing.
You started heading to the bathroom as Niall got up to follow you, mouthing to the table about how hot you were.
“Oh dear, (Y/N) left her phone, I should probably take it to her,” Harry slurred. Turns out he had consumed quite a few of those pink cocktails.
“Harry, darling, stay seated, I bet you (Y/N) is gonna go up to Niall’s room, you can bring her the phone tomorrow,” Cara laughed, petting Harry’s head.
“That’s probably true, thanks you Cara, you’re such a good friend, I don’t know what I would do without you.”
The party began to die down just as you were heading to Niall’s hotel. Stumbling into the elevator, Niall attacked your lips with his, running his hands all over your body, “Christ, you’re so fucking fit,” he groaned. You felt him rubbing his hard cock against you and reached down to grab a hold of it. From that point on it was fair game.
You woke up the next morning after a night of crazy sex with Niall, to a knock at the door. Niall was sound asleep so you got up to answer it, throwing on his T-shirt to cover yourself up. Harry was at the door, holding your phone.
“You left this at the club last night. Also I may have looked at your tumblr.”
Your face turned bright red. When you weren’t modeling and painting, you ran a Larry Stylinson blog on tumblr.
“Shit dude, I’m so sorry,” you stumbled over your words.
“Don’t be, it’s totally cool, I wanna show you something,” Harry grabbed your hand and led you next door to his hotel room.
You had no idea what was going on, until you saw a naked Louis Tomlinson, wrapped up in Harry’s bed sheets, asleep.
“I fucking knew it!” you laughed.
“You can’t tell anyone though, and you also can’t tell Niall that I showed you this,” he pulled out his phone to show you a text from Niall.
Niall: Harry, dude, answer your texts.
Harry: If you were balls deep in Louis Tomlinson, you wouldn’t answer your texts either. Sorry, what’s up?
Niall: (Y/N) is so fucking cool, and so fucking hot, and I kinda wanna take her on a date, but like a drinking date. She likes footie and beer and she’s a fucking VS angel, I swear to god man, she’s the fucking dream!
Harry: Is old Niall finally done playing the field, actually wanna spend time with a girl and not just fuck her?
Niall: Fuck you.
You smiled at the texts, just as you saw another text from him come in.
Niall: Bro, she’s gone, but she left her clothes…? I didn’t even get her number. And I think she took my shirt…
“I put my number in your phone, let’s hang out soon, okay?” Harry hugged you.
“Of course,” you hugged him back.
“Go in there before he freaks out.”
You knocked on Niall’s door, he opened it.
“You didn’t leave,” Niall smiled.
“No, I left my phone at the club last night and Harry brought it back to me,” you said, wrapping your arms around Niall’s neck.
“Good thing ya didn’t leave, I’m not done with ya yet,” he chuckled, smacking your ass as you lead him back to the bed.
Sex with Niall, signed by VS, Larry confirmed, and you’re pretty sure Harry Styles wants to braid your hair and talk about boys, it was a pretty good day.
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