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Just a reminder, since some of the boys are confirmed to release new music this year...

I know we all have our favourites and we are excited for what they have to offer for their solo music careers. But that is not a reason to pit one against another (or all of them). It is not a reason to pull one or all of them down to make the other look good. It is not a reason to attack their fans and to spread hate and tension among the community.

They are all talented and have unique voices that separates them from one another. They also have different taste in music, so you can guarantee it that their solo music will NOT sound similar at all. There is NO reason to compare them to see who is doing better or to say “Liam is a flop” or “Harry’s music is gonna be better than Niall’s” or “Louis is never gonna do as well as the others” or “When Zayn does this everybody’s at this throat but when the others do it nobody says anything”. None of that bullshit when it comes to their music.

Liam, Niall, Louis, Harry, and Zayn are brothers; they were part of a band for years and saw each other’s faces more than their own families and friends during that period. They’ve spent so much time with each other and formed bonds that cannot be easily broken. DO NOT PIT THEM AGAINST EACH OTHER.

To the fans: DO NOT ATTACK THOSE WHO ARE FANS OF THE OTHER BOYS. You may not like their favourites and that’s cool; nobody’s forcing you. But don’t attack them or their favourites to make yours look better.

WE ARE FAMILY and we look out for each other; not drag each other down.

This is it. This is the best headline yet. 

- five -

“There are a million reasons why this shouldn’t work…but there is only one reason why is should…” 

20 weeks

The buzz of my phone woke me up out of a dead sleep, the first decent sleep I had gotten in a full week and with an overly frustrated grumble, I reached over to my nightstand to blindly grab at my phone.

My stare was still blurry, infused with irritation as I blinked out the sleep but it didn’t take me more than a split second before my body was shooting up in my bed. All the air forced its way out of my slackened mouth in a gasp as I froze; my wide eyes glazing over as they read his texts again and again. No, I thought to myself, oh God please no.

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- chapter one: part one -

“There’s a million reasons why this shouldn’t work…but there’s one reason why it should…”

7 Weeks

Two pink lines. What the fuck. No, this couldn’t be happening.

I shook the stick a few good times, knowing the box says you’re really not supposed to but I thought that maybe if I did it hard enough, maybe...just maybe, it would fix the error. Because this was clearly an error. This was clearly a manufacturing error. It was the test, it had to be. The test was defective, the test was clearly defective. Because there was no way this could be right, there was absolutely no way that this test could actually be positive, there was no way I could actually be…pregnant…

Oh God.

The air cinched from my lungs as I plopped down on the toilet seat of my bathroom, the test barely dangling between my loose fingertips over my bent kneecap. Shit. I flicked my head back and forth, shutting my eyes as the heat began to travel from the warped pit of my stomach up to my cheeks, filling them with a sickening flush. Shit, shit, shit. How could this have happened? How could I have let this happen?

My shaken thoughts quickly juggled between ‘what the fuck am I gonna do’ and ‘holy shit….I gotta tell him’. Him. Him being a guy that would probably want nothing to do with this, a guy that had a whole entire world of speculation and scrutiny to deal with considering he was…famous. Him being a guy that I didn’t even really know, a guy that I hadn’t even spoken to since the night he…well, apparently impregnated me. The mere thought of having to speak to him, to tell him this news when we literally didn’t know a lick about each other, made the nerves start to creep up my spine.

I popped my eyes open and tentatively peered down at the little stick of death that was in my hand. Maybe I don’t have to tell him, I innocently thought with a tiny shrug, the idea being swiftly washed away by my own good conscience.

Letting out a loud groan, my upper body tumbled over as I let my head hang down between my parted knees, my arms dramatically slumping to the floor.  

I had to tell him. I had to tell Niall.

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