LOUIs’ GREAT GRAND FATHER I’M SHITTING THE TITANIC
and i don’t care if this doesn’t fit on my blog. this is beautiful.
She has a beautiful heart…
Oh god. Why are there tears in my eyes?
And I don’t even like Beyonce but rebloging this because omfg
how you even dare to not like beyonce
Always will love Beyonce <3
I wonder how many people will not realize what this represents. Reblog if you do.
@LittleMixOffic: The perks of your boyfriend not waking up through anything. Pretty LM nails Zayn (; Perrie <3
im 6 away does anyone wanna help a fellow blogger
don’t judge my voice.
don’t judge my clothes.
don’t judge my friends.
don’t judge the music I listen to.
don’t judge my laugh.
don’t judge my face.
don’t judge my weight.
don’t judge my height.
don’t judge my idols.
don’t judge me.
stop judging me.
You’re just walking out of school when you hear a bunch of yelling. Curious, you follow the noise and it leads you to the empty school parking lot. There’s a big group of teenagers, some of them are your classmates. They’re surrounding someone.
You walk over to see what they’re watching. You shove through the crowd to get a closer look. After making your way past everyone, you’re now in the front. You see Brittany, the “popular girl”, punching your best friend Melanie in the face. Melanie’s nose was covered in blood.
You threw your bag on the ground and push Brittany off of Melanie. Pushing Melanie out of the way, you look over at Brittany.
“What the fuck’s going on?” you said, anger creeping into you.
“This is none of your business, loser. It’s between me, and that bitch.” Brittany said, nodding towards Mel.
“Well, now it’s between you and me. No one screws with my best friend.”
Melanie grabbed your wrist. “(Y/N), don’t.” she said, but you ignored her.
“Please, like your fat ass will do anything.” Brittany said, crossing her arms.
You stepped closer to Brittany and got right in her face, noses almost touching. “Bitch, fuck with me.”
Brittany gave you a hard shove back, and you stumbled a bit. You quickly regained balance and slapped her hard in the mouth. She touched her face and reddened with anger. She slapped you back, harder.
You turned back to face her, and just smiled. A laugh escaped your mouth, an evil one.
You then punched her in the face, knocking her to the ground. The crowd around you went nuts.
Just as you were about to pounce on her again, you felt someone grab your arm.
You turned and saw your boyfriend, Justin. “We’re leaving. Let’s go.” he said, sternly.
Melanie grabbed your book bag as Justin pulled you away from the crowd.
“Yeah, you better run, bitch!!” you heard Brittany yell from the ground. You growled, lurching back at her, but Justin had you by the waist and was now carrying you away.
“I’ll get you, you little whore! Watch your fucking back!” you screamed at her.
Justin threw you in the backseat of his car and Melanie stepped into the front. Justin dropped Melanie off at her house. She stepped out of the car and thanked Justin. Then she looked back at you.
“You’re crazy.” she said with a smile. “But I fucking love you. Thanks for helping me out back there, (Y/N). I know you’ve got my back, and know that I have yours. I’ll see you tomorrow.” And with that she shut the door and walked into her house.
Justin started the car and drove home. He was silent the whole ride home. When you got home, he got out of the car and went inside, you following. He let you in first, then shut the door behind you.
Is he mad at me?
You went and sat on the couch as he went into the kitchen. He came out about 5 minutes later with a big bowl of popcorn and two cans of Coke.
He handed you one can and sat down on the couch setting the popcorn in between you two. He shifted to face you, resting his elbow on the top of the couch. He then stared at you.
You stared back, confused. You raised an eyebrow at him.
“Well?” he said.
“Well, are you gonna tell me what happened?”
“Oh…nothing crazy. Brittany was beating the shit out of Mel, and so I…”
“Tried to kick her ass?”
“I would have done so successfully if you hadn’t taken me away.”
“Ah, whatever. I’m glad I did.” He took a sip of his Coke, and whispered, “Man that was hot, though.” before taking another sip.
“What?” you asked, not hearing what he had said.
“C’mon, what’d you say?” you said, poking him. “Tell meh.”
“Okay, okay.” he said, pushing your pokey finger away from him. “I said it was hot.”
“What was hot?” You thought for a moment. “Wait…the fight? You thought that was hot?”
He nonchalantly took another sip out of his Coke.
“Oh my god. You’re such a boy!”
“Well, yes.” He said, sarcastically.
“You know what I mean.”
“No, I don’t.”
“I mean, of course that was ‘hot’ in your eyes. You’re turned on by everything.”
“No I’m not!” he protested. You giggled at him.
“Justin, you get a boner whenever I eat a banana.”
“Well, that doesn’t count. A banana slightly resembles a dick.”
You laughed and hugged him. He turned on Netflix and picked a funny movie to watch with you.
And that night, you fell asleep, cuddled in your boyfriends’ strong, warm, protective arms.
And as for Brittany? She stayed pretty far away from you from then on.