You weren’t a crazy fan of One Direction, sure you’d blog about them and enjoy the pictures that came out, but you were never into disrespecting their privacy or bashing on their girlfriends. That just wasn’t something you thought was right or could ever be justified. You however didn’t know what to say when you were suddenly standing in front of Niall Horan as you gawked for a moment as he held his hand to help you get up. You blinked as you took it and stood up and smiled. “You’re Niall Horan.” You blurted out not knowing what to say but knowing you looked like a stalker fangirl. “I swear I didn’t know you were here I mean I was going to buy this…” You looked as your food was on the ground and not something you’d want to eat. What were the chances you’d meet him at a soccer game in the United States? You flushed embarrassedly as you tried to hurry away knowing you’d regret not getting a picture ten seconds later as you felt his hand on your arm. “It’s okay love.” He laughed lightly as he smiled. “Let me buy you some food to make up for it yeah? That was my fault.” You smiled and nodded your head not trusting your words as you felt a blush grace your face as he smiled brightly. “You’re cute love.” He winked as you felt your cheeks turn even redder. “What’s your name gorgeous?” He asked, as you couldn’t believe Niall may be flirting with you. “(Y/N).”
It’s actually really scary to me how guys have no problem hitting on/harassing girls when girls are alone but will leave them alone when they see them with their significant other. Because they respect you more as another mans property than they respect you as a human.
you ever thought that maybe the reason girls say they’re fine when they’re not, or they’re not mad when they are, is because the second they show any semblance of emotion they’re written off as hysterical bitches that are probably on their period?
THE FUCKING DA VINCI CODE HAS BEEN CRACKED
Reblogging again, because this will never be irrelevant.
“People, I have discovered, are layers and layers of secrets. You believe you know them, that you understand them, but their motives are always hidden from you, buried in their own hearts. You will never know them, but sometimes you decide to trust them.”—Veronica Roth (via sugarcubesoakedinlsd)