Every track of Flicker™ is a masterpiece followed by another masterpiece. I’m weeping, my hands are shaking, my mind is blown, and my heart is bursting with pride. And honestly I don’t feel like we deserve neither this album nor the freaking talented man who wrote it.
So let’s say Harry and the missus are going to visit Olympus for a summer equinox party.
And all of the nymphs and minor goddesses are flirting with Harry but he doesn’t really realize it.
And so Persephone gets jealous and ends up walking away from him to go lounge around the gardens and runs into Apollo (Niall) who invited her to play discus with him, Hermes (Louis) and some other people.
And they do a thing where they’re in pairs and one person has to get on the shoulders of the other.
Harry notices she’s been gone for a while and goes asking for her and find her ontop of Niall’s shoulders laughing and giggling together as they play.
And Niall ends up falling over, toppling ontop of Persephone and Harry feels flames tickling his fingers as his anger threatens to get out of control, so he clenches his fists and stalks over to them.
“Oh, hey, Harry! We were just playing some disks! Wanna join? We can be in groups of–” Niall starts, all happy and smiling because that’s who he is– god of the sun and everything .
And Harry just cuts him off. “It’s time to go, Persephone.”
Y/N immediately knows he’s upset bc harry only uses official godly names when he’s mad.
“But we’re having so much fun! C'mon, Har, come join–” Starts Louis, the wings on his shoes flapping encouragingly.
“There’s been some trouble in the Asphodel Meadows. Some souls wandered out and into the Fields of Punishment. I have to go sort it out.” He then turns to Y/N, the shadows all around them seeming to bend towards him, over his figure and casting a certain dark gloom over his face. “We must be going.”
Niall tries one more time, frowning that his partner is leaving so suddenly. “Don’t be such a kólos! Just stay for a little longer, the Furies should be able to handle–”
“I said no, Apollo.” Harry’s voice booms across the discus court, rattling the marble columns and causing some nymphs to change into trees.
The glowing aura of buttery light around Niall’s form fades slightly and he draws back, head bowing in submission. “As you wish.”
Harry looks around, daring anyone else to object. When no one arises, he takes Y/N’s hand swiftly, starting for the golden gates where he has parked his chariot.
But Y/N feels anger rising up inside her and she wrenches her hand from his, running back and throwing her arms around Niall in a parting embrace. “Sorry for having to leave. We’ll hold a rematch some other day, I swear. See you later, Niall.”
Harry watches with nostrils flaring and eyes the same dark emerald color of the River Styx. Y/N makes her way back and mounts the chariot, taking a seat and waiting for him patiently.
And all throughout the ride, no one says a word. And when they get to the palace, Y/N goes up to their room while Harry tends to his issues.
She sits down to read a new story that her mother had given her about a man fighting a hydra, feeling very content with herself for giving him a taste of his own medicine.
Later that night, Harry slips into their bedroom quietly, heading towards the bathing chamber without a word. After a long shower, he comes back in to Y/N sitting at her gilded mirror, brushing out her hair. He stands behind her, his face stone hard, his new toga a navy blue and his hair still damp from the bath.
“What is it?” She speaks up quietly, not making eye contact with him.
“You left my side at the party. I was worried. Had to go around asking everyone if they’d seen you.” He answers, voice strained.
“How’s that for a change…” She mumbles, rolling her eyes.
Harry’s jaw ticks as he tries to swallow his pent up jealousy and anger. “And then when I find you, Apollo’s on top of you.”
“We fell.” She says dismissively, putting down her brush and turning to look at him as he towers above her.
“So you left me, your husband, to go play around with a lesser god?” Harry’s shoulders square themselves as his spine stiffens, as if ready for an attack. He usually doesn’t lord his status above everyone else, but his anger is besting him at the moment.
“Because Niall doesn’t forget I exist and flirt with other women, whether it be consciously or not.” Persephone stares daggers up at him, her chin tilting up slightly, daring him to protest.
“Y/N, you know I’m forced to entertain the guests. It’s what I have to in order to keep my reputation clean. Being the god of the dead doesn’t exactly make you sound like the most appealing person, does it?” His shoulders slump down, defeated now that he sees it was all a petty play.
“And so you pretend your wife isn’t there simply to attend some nymphs and get a good word in for yourself?” She stands up now, defiant. “Well, go ahead then. Go attend to your godly duties and leave me here, alone. I’m sure you’d much rather polish up your status then spend time with your wife.”
“Go on, Hades,” he flinches at the name because he knows she uses godly names in the same way he does, “go handle whatever it is that’s more important. Go forget about the fact that we haven’t had a walk in the gardens here in over a month. Ignore the fact that we haven’t had a feast together in the last 2 weeks, and do I even need to mention how long it’s been since we’ve had a simple heart-to-heart talk?”
Harry’s eyes soften. “Darling, you know I’ve been really busy–”
“And ignore the fact that you haven’t bed me in forever, but you have time to entertain a couple of swamp spirits.” Y/N hisses, shoving past him.
“Y/N, you know I would love–” He starts, going after her, but then she mumbles something under her breath that makes his already cold blood freeze over.
“I bet Niall could fuck me better than you ever could.” She doesn’t mean it– she never could– but she knows it’ll make him mad and that’s precisely what she wants right now.
Harry stands there, eyes dark with rage and his teeth gritted so hard they hurt. “What did you just say?”
“You heard me.” Persephone whispers, turning to face him head-on.
“You know that’s not true.” He’s masking his hurt with anger, irises flashing with a dangerous green glow.
“Really? Because Hestia tells me he’s huge. And that he can make a woman come multiple times just using his tongue.” She gets closer to him, a triumphant gleam twinkling in her eyes as she sees Harry’s fists clench.
“And that he can last for hours. And that his scruff feels amazing in between the thighs. And–”
Harry shoves her back towards the bed, eyes a kaleidoscope of colors as lust mixes into them. “You don’t actually think Niall could fuck you better than me, do you?”
“I dunno, but I can’t say I don’t want to find out.” She shrugs. “Gonna have to ask when he’s free.”
And that’s the last straw. Harry picks her up over his shoulder, slamming her into the mattress and climbing on top of her, pinning her wrists down and whispering straight in her ear.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll be feeling me inside you for the next week; won’t be able to walk right for the next two.”
“Prove it.” She smiles innocently, licking her lips in anticipation.
Harry chuckles darkly, pulling his crown off his head and setting it gently onto the near-by nightstand. “By the time I’m done, you’re gonna wish you were the goddess of healing, instead.”
On One Direction’s 4th album, Four, we were blessed once again by Ed Sheeran’s writing abilities with the song “18.” Ed Sheeran has helped One Direction with their albums in the past, credited with writing “Moments,” “Little Things,” “Over Again,” and “Summer Love.” “18″ is about being in love, starting from a young age. The song is truly beautiful, but there is something suspicious about it.
Niall Horan singing his part in “18.” Did he mess up on the lyrics, or was that intentional?
If you watch the video, you can clearly hear Niall sing the line “We took a chonce.” In the English language, the “a” in “chance” does not sound like an “o.” We tested this out with a text to speech generator, utilizing the Irish accent option.
Moira, a very real person, proving that the Irish can still pronounce “chance” properly. She’s a very reliable source.
Due to this, we can confirm that “chonce” is it’s own word, not a variation of “chance.” We’ve never heard of this word before. Upon further Googling, we were unable to find anything. It can be deduced that this word did not exist before Niall Horan. So why did Niall make up this word? What does it actually mean?
We knew One Direction invented music, but when did they begin inventing words?
We feel the same way. What the fuck IS a chonce?
As we all know, triangles are infamous for being associated with the Illuminati. However, they are not the only shape associated with this organization. The pyramid eye can be seen on American currency, and guess what shape it is located inside? That’s right. A circle.
A circle surrounding the Illuminati symbol. Circles represent perfection, totality, and timelessness, all qualities shown by the Illuminati.
The letter “O” is a circle. The word “chonce” has an “O” in it. That’s right guys… Niall is #IlluminatiConfirmed. Don’t act so shocked though, because we totally saw it coming. The One Direction star has shown his dedication to the Illuminati many times.
Niall Horan has an eye. So does the Illuminati symbol. Also pictured: Niall making a public display of his involvement with a fashionable triangle crew neck sweatshirt. Notice the shades hiding his eye.
We here at 1DUnsolved have discovered even more evidence demonstrating Niall AND One Direction’s allegiance to the Illuminati. Let’s break things down:
Niall Horan. Chonce.
Harry Styles, during a performance of “18,” sang, “I have loved you since we were 16.” Coincidence? I think not.
Harry Styles presenting on stage a shocking connection the number 16 while singing like an angel.
Do you remember that singing group No Doubt from the 90s? No? Alright well they have a song titled “Sixteen” on their album Tragic Kingdom. The lead singer of No Doubt was Gwen Stefani. Gwen Stefani has been photographed making an Illuminati hand gesture.
Is your mind blown yet?
Notice the red nail polish and red lipstick? Well in One Direction’s song, “Night Changes,” one of the lyrics is “Going out tonight, changes into something RED.” The Illuminati has used the color red in the entertainment industry as a symbol to further their agenda. The most well known figure for this? The snake herself.
Taylor Swift promoting her Illuminati album in her Illuminati dress.
This isn’t the only connection to Taylor Swift, however…
Taylor Swift has a song called “22,” which shows blatant symbolism to the Illuminati through the use of triangles.
TWO triangles. She’s really dedicated.
Harry, on February 1, 2016, tweeted this:
Harry pledged his allegiance to the Illuminati as well through this tweet. Therefore it’s safe to assume that Narry (Niall Horan and Harry Styles) are indeed members of the Illuminati.
However much evidence we think we have, there is no confirmation of this theory by Niall, Harry, or their reps. We tried calling multiple times and they blocked our number… Awkward.
Therefore, this mystery of “Chonce” and its connection to the Illuminati remains