niall's speech



Harry: (stop singing/yelling a song) Now… there are three things… theres…there’s more than three things that we love most about Canada. One…poutine! Two…poutine!! Three…wot

Liam: Protein!

Harry:  Three…no, poutine was one and two, this is number three. Number three is…P O U T I N E!!!!!! (crowd screams) Number four… (laughs) poutine! Number five, syrup. (yelling) NUMBER SIX SYRUP ON POUTINE!!! (screaming) Number seven and the one we love most of all, is every single one of you! Shhhh!!! Number eight, you and syrup on POUTINE! (screaming) That’s what I’m talkin’ about!!! 

Liam: You should… (something intelligible)

Harry: I really wanna mic drop, but I won’t, ‘cause they’re expensive.

Liam: Are you gonna run for president?

Harry: No! There’s not a chance, ‘cuz I don’t know what I’m talkin about! 

Liam: I still think you should, I’m convinced!

Harry: (screaming) Nine (looks at the flag) THIS FLAG, ON YOU, ON SYRUP, ON POUTINE!!!! MAKE SOME NOISE FOR CANADA!!!

Liam: You’ve gotta have a ten, you’ve gone through nine now you’ve gotta have a ten!

Harry : (scream)TEN! 

Liam: Ten! Us on syrup on poutine on… (gets lost) something else

Harry: Ten is (pick the moose on the floor) THIS MOOSE, ON THIS FLAG, ON YOU, ON SYRUP, ON POUTINE!!! Make some noise for the moose! (screaming to a fan) Which one d’you want, the moose or the flag or the syrup?  

Liam: Or the poutine?

Harry: Or the poutine? You can have the moose and the flag. (throws the moose and the flag to a fan) Ohhhh I’m hyped. Oooh I’m hyped. (start to do some weird moves)

Liam: (says someting intelligible to Harry)

*Harry and Liam start to dance and hum Rocky theme song*

Niall: tell em you’re gonna be president

Harry: (screaming, out of his mind) ROCKY!!! On the moose, riding on the moose, into this place on the moose, this is Rocky, he’s on the moose, he’s on his back, wrapped in a flag, covered in poutine, on the syrup, there’s syrup everywhere!!!

Niall : (laughing)Harry!

Harry: There’s lots of syrup everywhere! Rocky waits, the moose is gone… (get lost) 

Niall: Michael Buble!

Louis: That is passion!

Harry :  MICHAEL BUBLE! (is confused) Michael Buble on the shoulders of Rocky, wrapped in a flag, on a moose, riding in here, covered in syrup, on poutine, and you’re all everywhere watching the whole bit go down. 

Liam : I’m confused

Harry:  It’s gone too far, I’ve confused myself… this is story of my life, please sing along.  xx


niall’s ending speech + liam and zayn touch other. this is the first video i am sharing because ziam :P i will upload more later but for now enjoy this little cute moment between ziam :D

Niall Smut// A First and Forever


You sat on the pew looking directly forward at the stage; at Niall giving his speech on the behalf on the your class. Your purple gown sleeves were lifted every time you lifted your arms up to applaud your boyfriend of the last four years.

“And I think it is in order to thank those who were able to get us here today. Those like teacher who definitely aren’t in it for the money.” The students and some teachers laughed, “and family who forced us to finish no matter how much we begged.” Parents chuckled as well, “And friends that we made on the way that made the last four years a bit easier.”

You could feel his eyes hit yours. You blushed, looking down at your gown.

“And make sure you keep ‘em because college isn’t any easier, but lets make every proud. Congratulations class of 2016. Lets be great.”

You and everyone clapped at the finishing of the speech.

The ceremony went on well until the end. After everyone had received their diplomas and a hand shake.

“Congratulations to the class of 2016!” your principle cheered as music began to play and confetti fell. Your class cheered, hugging those next to them.

“Hey,” you felt Niall grab you arm, spinning you around.

“Hey, you did so well up there,” you hugged him. “I’m so proud of you,” you whispered in his chest.

“I’m proud of you too,” he smiled.

“Do you have everything?” your mom asked.

“Yeah, I think I’m ready,” you told her as you hauled your suitcase to the door.

You and Niall decided that you guys wanted to go on a road trip before you guys got too busy.

“You guys have fun and make sure you call me everyday until you come back,” she told you. “You are growing up so fast, Y/N,” she smiled, embracing you into a hug.

“I know,” you smiled.

You heard the doorbell ring; your mother let you go so you could answer and open it.

“Hey, you ready?” Niall asked.

“Y/F/N, Y/N’s about to leave,” your mom yelled calling for your father.

Your father came down stairs to greet you goodbye and give Niall a quick talk. You and Niall said you goodbyes before he helped you with your luggage. You got into the passenger seat before Niall drove off.

Hours pasted while you guys drove down the highway. Singing and rapping were the only thing keeping you both entertained, but it was getting dark.

“Niall, do you think we can maintain a long distance relationship?”

He glanced at you from the road. “Long distance? We’ll be four hours apart. I’ll be visiting you almost every weekend,” he reassured you.

“I know but what if you find someone else while you’re studying business or-”

“Y/N, I’m not going to find anyone else. I love you.” He placed his hand on your thigh, rubbing circles with his thumb. “You’re the first girl I’d ever asked to a dance and that went with me to all the other. You were there when I got my concussion during my football match.”

“And you were there when at every volleyball game and when my car broke down on the middle of the highway and you had to pick me up. Or that time when you helped me get my first job.” You place you hand on top of yours.

He sighed as he turned into a parking lot of a hotel, “So why are you so worried?” he asked.

It had been four years of Niall always being there for you. You had been through everything together; almost everything. Now you really had some thinking to do.

You nodded, looking at the hotel in front of you, “you booked us a room here?”

“Yes and they have the best room service,” he smiled getting out of the car.

He helped you get yours and his stuff out of his trunk into the hotel. After a quick check-in, you were able to get into the hotel room.

“Not bad for a couple kids,” you smiled setting your bags by the bathroom.

“How about you get comfortable and I’ll get some room service,” Niall offered heading to the phone.

“I’ll be out in a few,” you told him as you took on of your bags into the bathroom.

You opened your bag revealing some sweats, but also some lacy underwear. You lifted up the black bra and pantie set and examined it.

“This is it,” you thought. “Niall is the one.”

“I think that was the best pizza I’ve ever had,” Niall sighed. You didn’t respond; you were still thinking over what you wanted to propose to Niall. It wasn’t just your virginity; it was his too. “Y/N?” he asked, getting your attention. “You seem quiet since you left the bathroom. You okay?”

You couldn’t stand it anymore. You leaned over placing your lips on his. He was taken back by a lot. You placed you hands on his face deepening the kiss. His back hit the bed before his hand laid on the small of your back.

You disconnected your lips from his, “Niall, I want you to be my first,” you told him. He was even more taken back; third base was the most you both had ever done with each other (mainly Niall though. You would accidentally turn him and then feel bad).

“Are you sure, Y/N?”

“I thought about this for awhile, and I’m 100% sure.” You pecked him on the lips. “I trust you.”

“Okay,” he smiled before placing his lips on your again.

He was more confident in the kiss now since he knew the motive behind it. His hands wondered around your back; your shirt lifted was lifted a bit every once and a while.

Niall turned you over so he was on top. Your back hit the soft cotton underneath you.

“I wanna see you,” he whispered against your forehead. “All of you.”

You allowed him to lift you sweater by raising your arms above your head. Niall gripped the hem of the fabric, pushing it off your stomach, over your chest then your head. He dropped it off to the side, but his eyes were still on you.

This wasn’t the first time Niall had seen you in just a bra, but this time was different. His eyes were covered with lust and passion.

“May I?” he asked, gesturing at your bra.

“You don’t have to ask. I trust you,” you reminded him.

“Right,” he nervously chuckled before reached for your back to unhook your bra, but he looked confused.

“Niall, it unhooks in the front,” you chuckled, redirecting his hands to the front.

His cheeks turned red as he unhooked it, allowing your breasts to spill out. His eyes went wide.

His hand moved to both of your breast. He allowed his hands to roam them; his finger gently ran across your nipples sending chills down you spine.

“Oh, Niall,” you moaned, becoming more relaxed and turned on.

Confidence surged through him as his hands reached down to your pants. He pushed them down which allowed you to kick them off.

“I think you’re wearing a bit too much,” you said before helping him remove his shirt.

Niall went back a bit closer to your legs, “I want to make you feel good.”

It was evident how wet you were. Niall hooked his finger around you underwear, dragging them down your legs and onto the ground.

You felt a bit exposed; your legs instinctively wanted to close you legs.

“Trust me, this shouldn’t hurt,” Niall told you in a comforting voice.

“How do you know?”

“I have a brother; trust me, you’ll feel good. It’s just my fingers.”

You took in a deep sigh, trying to relax yourself. You slowly nodded. Niall took his hand to your folds massage them. You closed you eyes with a hum.

He kept his eyes on you to make sure you were comfortable. His finger slipped through your folds, nearing your entrance.

“Please, Niall,” you whimpered, your hands on your own chest now.

He grinned before inserting one finger into you. A little pressure occurred but as he thrust his in finger. Niall was amazed on how warm and tight you were just around his finger.

Before you knew it, Niall placed his middle finger into you adding a bit more pressure. Your breathing became heavier as he began thrusting again. He curled is finger surging a loud groan to erupt from your throat.

“Oh my god, Ni,” you moaned, your hand gripped the sheets under you.

He repeated his actions causing you to buck your hips into his hand. You tightened around Niall’s fingers which caused Niall to sigh. Just the thought of himself inside you was turning him on.

“I-I think I’m ready, Niall,” you told him.

He removed his fingers. He told up to remove his own sweats, leaving him in his underwear.

You reached for you bag, almost under your bed, and opened it. You pulled an aluminum packet from the pocket of it.

“Someone was prepared,” Niall chuckled as he removed his boxers revealing his member.

You motioned him to come to you as you peeled opened the packaging with your teeth.

“Can I put it on?” you asked, sitting up from your back.

He bit his lip before nodding, allowing you to put it on. You rolled it over his hard member. Niall sighed at the pleasure of your hand around his cock.

You laid yourself back down, making yourself comfortable. Nerves suddenly washed over you as Niall got back on the bed. You inhaled deeply.

“Are you ready?” Niall asked before placing another kiss on your lips.

You nodded.

“This is gonna hurt, but do what you have to do if it hurts too bad, okay?”

You agreed before inhaling again as Niall slowly pushed the tip of his member pass your folds into your entrance.

You bit your lip as your hands gripped his shoulders.

“I’m here, baby.” He kissed you again before reentering, getting deeper each time. Some whimpers escaped you lips as you tried to fight through the pain.

“I’ll move when you’re ready.”

“Please move,” you said.

He slowly slid in and out of you. He planted kisses on your neck, trying to distract you from the pain. Pain was still there but it became less and less has he continued. Pleasure finally took over as moans left your lips.

“Mmm, Niall, faster,” you begged.

He grinned before picking up his pace and going a bit deeper. You felt complete bliss as he continued to thrust in you. Your mouth was agape as you tightened around him.

“Christ, Y/N. You’re so tight,” he groaned. “So warm around me fuck!”

He picked up the pace leaving you in bliss. Your nail dug into his back as your eyes closed. Niall’s pace had quickened greatly. He moved his hand from your waist to your hands, pinning them above your head. The view of your rising and falling body just turned him on more. 

“O-oh, Niall, I’m so close,” you moaned, your back arching just slightly. 

“Cum, I can’t want any longer,” he groaned. 

The full pit in your stomach emptied; your back arched as you began to unravel. Niall’s name was chanted from your mouth. Niall’s thrust became extremely sloppy as he finally finished as well. Your eyes were shut so hard, stars were in your view.

Breathing was the only noise heard in the room now.

Niall pulled out of you, pulling off the condom and trowing it in the near by trashcan. 

You were worn out. Your body was still trembling a bit.

“You okay?” Niall asked briefly still trying to catch is breathe. You laid down next you.

“I won’t be in the morning,” you slightly laughed, looking back at him. “I love you, Niall Horan.”

“I love you, too Y/N Y/L/N.”

The sun woke you up the next morning. Niall’s arm from draped over your body and his soft snores were filling the air.

You felt at peace; you were some pain, but you were at peace. You shifted your left to lat your head on Niall’s chest. 

He hummed, “Mmm, morning beautiful.”

“Hey, babe.”

“I wanna marry you, Y/N,” he sighed, half asleep.

“Excuse me?”

“Like in the future. You know after college when we have jobs and a home and money. I want you to be my one and only, Y/N.” His finger ran across your palm relaxing you. “Last night was great and I just know I love you so damn much and I have something for you.”

“Was it something you had thought of before last night?” you asked as he got of bed and pulled on some sweats pants.

“I got this before graduation,” he smiled. He went to his bag searching for something. You sat up in the bed trying to see what he was retrieving. He pulled out something small in his palm. “I would like to make a promise that after college you’ll let me propose to you.”

You smiled at the ring nodding, “Yes as long as you promise that you’ll wait until I have a job.”

“Deal,” he grinned slipping the ring on your finger before sealing it with a soft kiss. 

Niall Horan (Imagine)- He Meets Your Parent and Family

Y/M/N= Your Mother’s Name

Y/C/N= Your Cousin’s Name

He was nervous to say the least.

Not only did he have to meet your mother, as your father had passed away years ago, but he is meeting your whole family at your cousin’s wedding in less than 24 hours.

He was excited. Thrilled by the idea that he would get the chance to meet your family and see how you interacted with them.

You two went to bed early that night, as Niall was convinced that he needed a full night’s sleep to be his best to meet your family. You assured him that everyone would love him, and he insisted that “loving” him was not enough. He wanted them to want the couple to get married and have little babies of their own, be so happy with him that they called him son on every other meet.

“Baby, I love you and that’s all that matters alright?”

“No, Y/N, I love you too, but I want your family to love me. I am lit’rely meeting your whole entire family tomorrow. That’s a bit of pressure, ya’ know,” Niall says, pacing around your bedroom that was now split between you, as he spent most of him time at your flat.

You walk over and place a loving kiss on his jaw, and then pulling him into a kiss, in attempt to release the pressure that you knew he was going through at the moment.

“I love you, so much. You know ‘dat?” 

“I have been given a few hints,” you giggle, leaning back up to kiss him again, “We’ll be fine. We don’t have to leave until noon, the wedding doesn’t start until half past one. Plenty of time for us to eat, get dressed, make our way there, and meet some of the family before the reception.”

“Alright, let’s go to sleep. I’m having a freak-out here,” he says, leaning down to kiss your nose and forehead.

You two turn off the lights, and lay in bed, cuddling into his side, as he pulls you close to him body, kisses you lightly on the head, and whispers an ‘I love you’ before falling asleep.


He woke up around three times that night from nerves. He moved so little, as to not wake you, and would watch your perfect body sleep, until he could fall asleep himself.

Around half past eight, you stirred in your sleep, turning around ever so slightly, just so you could watch Niall sleep for a bit before waking him up. After about ten minutes or so, you feathered tiny kisses up his arm, eventually placing lingering ones along his jaw, and a simple kiss right on his lips.

“Morning, missus. Did you sleep alright?” he asks, placing another kiss on your head, as he moves and adjusts so your head is right over his heart.

“I did, I know you didn’t though, I felt you moving,” you say with a small, sleepy giggle. You could always tell when something was wrong. It was something that became almost an instinct when you two started dating.

“I’m sorry. I’m excited now though, the nerves are passing a bit,” he says looking down as you look up at him with a smile.

“That’s wonderful, baby, but why is your heart beating so fast then?”

“Because whenever I see you like this, with no makeup, and nothing but my t-shirt and knickers,” he says whilst poking at your hip, “it makes me realise how much I love you, and want this forever, and my heart likes to feel like it will explode.”

“You’re a sap, you know that right?” you say a tear escaping your eyes.

“Hey, baby, only for you,” he says, leaning down his head to place another kiss, and wipe your eye with his thumb.

“I think we better get ready now, mister,” you say, leaning up out of his warm embrace and climbing out of the bed and into the en suite toilet.

You never notice, but Niall just stares at you before he gets up everyday. Just amazed at how lucky he is to have such a wonderful girl who sticks by his side through any obstacle. He watches you as you walk into the shower and hum you favourite songs that are on the radio, mainly the songs his band sings, as he attempts to get up and grab the suit that you laid out for him the night before. 

Your dress and his suit matched, a baby blue laced dress with flowers imprinted, and his suit with a baby blue collar.

He takes out the shoes you laid out on the wardrobe floor, as well as undergarments for the both of you.

When he hears the shower turn off, he walks in, placing a kiss on your wet head, and entering the shower himself.

In the next hour, you both had gotten out of the shower, brushed your teeth, had breakfast, and done your hair.

It was half past eleven, and you were finishing up your makeup, leaving a little eyeliner and mascara to bring out your eyes. After pulling up your dress, and pinning it in the back, you had called downstairs to Niall to tell him to finish and get the car ready.

You were walking down the stairs, and as Niall was waiting at the base, and all you heard was an intake of breath as he looked at you.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he says, as he grabs your hand and kisses you lightly.

“You look so handsome,” you said, a smile plastering itself on your face as you two walk hand-in-hand to the car.

He helps you in, careful not to shut the door on your dress, and immediately started the ignition. The ride was short, no more than forty-five minutes, and Niall was holding your hand the entire time. You told him stories of your family, who to avoid and not, who to tell tour stories to and note, basic little details you felt he should know before hand.

By the time you arrived, you could see cars lining up to get everyone inside. His hands were sweating as you walked in, but you didn’t care.

You see your mum immediately, rushing over to give her a hug and a kiss. 

“Niall, this is my mum. Mum, this is Niall,” you introduce them, and Niall goes in for a hug as he introduces himself a second time.

“I’m so happy to finally meet you. I love your daughter very much, Ms. Y/L/N,” he says, gripping onto your hand again, as you push yourself into his side and rub small circles into his back.

“I’m happy to hear that. I happen to know that she loves you very much as well. And please, call me Y/M/N.”

You smile at the interaction, and soon lead him to meet other members of your family, such as your nan, sisters and their husbands and children, and cousins that were living throughout Europe.

Around the time the ceremony was about to begin, you and Niall had found your spots, which happened to be next to your mother, and you two sat down, mingling with the family around you. Your family seemed to love Niall as much, if not more, than you love him, swelling your heart.

“Auntie!” your niece, Penelope, said running towards you.

“Hey, Penny. How’re you doing today?” you say, picking her up and placing her on your lap after giving her hugs.

You never noticed, but as Niall saw you interact with your nieces and nephews, his eyes got brighter and wider, just from pure joy and admiration. He pictured you and him having four or five babies of your own, going to weddings and having to wear pretty maternity gowns because you were pregnant again and couldn’t fit into anything, swearing that you’d never let him touch you after this. Your mother saw, and many of your family, but not you.

“Baby, I’m going to get a drink, would you like water?” Niall says, getting up from his seat and placing a kiss on your lips.

“Yes please,” you say, with a smile on your face from the unexpected affection.

“Auntie, do you love him?”

“I do, my love, I do. Very much.”

“Can I call him Uncle Niall, because I think you and him are going to get married,” she says with hope sparkling in her 5 year-old eyes, wishing that her request might be fulfilled.

“I’m sure he’d love that, little one. And I hope we get married. I love him a whole lot. And how do you know we’ll get married?”

“Because he looks at you the way Daddy looks at Mumma. And Mumma always says that’s what love is,” she says simply, planting a wet kiss on your cheek as she gets up to go to her mother.

You turn to your mother, who had been listening the entire time, and ask her if she thinks that Penny was just being a young child or maybe she really sees something that you do not.

“Penny’s right, darling. The way he looks at you is unbelievable. It’s as though there is no other person in the room besides you and him. Every breath you take, he seems to take one, too. Its lovely to see you this happy. I want you to keeps this one, alright? Can you do that for your aging mum?”

“I’m sure I can arrange that, Mum. I love you,” you say leaning in to give your mother a hug, just as Niall walks over and places his water down next to your chair.


The wedding ceremony passes quickly, the couple going directly to vows and commitments. As you watch, Niall is holding you close, arm around your shoulders and cheek pressed against your head.

“I hope this is us next,” he whispers into your ear.

“Me too, my love.”

As the couple walk down the aisle, the congregation is cheering and both, you and Niall, stand up to follow behind and walk about two hundred meters to the the reception.

The cocktail hour and dinner go by surprisingly fast, chats being held between your family and Niall, and speeches were made by the bridal party and groom. It was sweet and made you realise how much you wanted that to be you and Niall next.

“That’ll be us soon. I promise you. I’m not letting you go,” he says into your ear, making you assume that he had probably been thinking the same thing.

“Next up is the first dance for the Bride and Groom!” yells the DJ over the system.

You and Niall wait a bit, and then when everyone starts to go onto the dance floor, he asks you to join him and takes you up on your feet.

You walk slow, careful to not hurt neither one of you, and eventually make it to the floor just in time for the next song.

If My Heart Was A House by Owl City was playing, and Niall takes your hand and starts to lead you through.

“You have no idea how happy you make me,” he says leaning his forehead on yours.

“I could say the same, mister. But I can say that I love you so very much, that even my niece said that she knew that I loved you.”

“Well I’m glad, because I love you with everything that I have.”

He leans down to kiss you, and then dips you back with another ‘I love you’ and the chorus starts to play again.

After he leans you both back up, you feel a tiny tug at the bottom of your dress.

“Uncle Niall, will you dance with me? And Auntie can dance, too?”

“I think that can be arranged,” he says picking her up, and placing her on his hip as you take one hand together and wrap the other hand you had around his back.

Soon she falls asleep on his neck, quietly snoring as he puts her into her buggy that your sister brought over. 

You two are sitting in your seats, when he leans over suddenly and kisses you.

With smiles on your faces, you ask why he kissed you again, and all he could say was that he loved you, again.

Hello, lovelies.

I’m so sorry that this imagine is a week late, but I am very happy with it, and might throw in a few in between shots for the couple if you all would like.

If you have any suggestions for the fanfiction, mini-series, or the imagines as a whole, feel free to submit.

So much love,

Caitlin xxx

OTRA San Diego CA 9 July 2015


Steal My Girl

Little Black Dress 

Midnight Memories 

Kiss you

Stockholm Syndrome


Ready to run

Better than words

Don’t Forget Where You Belong

Little Things

Night Changes


No Control



What Makes You Beautiful

Through The Dark

Girl Almighty 

Story Of My Life

You & I

Act My Age

Little White Lies

Best Song Ever


Harry Welcoming the Crowd

Niall laughing

Niall Speech // Harry Apologizing

Harry Making the Crowd Scream Oh Yes

Louis Thanking Crowd for Project No Control

Harry Telling The Crowd Don’t Go To Sea World

Liam Calling a Fan’s Mom

Harry Hitting Someone With a Water Bottle

the boys singing happy birthday to Rebecca and Josh Devine 

(videos are via x and )

REQUESTED: the reception of your wedding

Note: Y/F/N: Your Friends Name

“I know pronounce you husband and wife. Mr. Styles, you may kiss your bride.”

Without wasting a second, Harry was kissing you. The friends and family that were all watching erupted into cheers as they watched the two of you get married after three years of being together. The boys wolf whistled from behind Harry and all of your bridesmaids were laughing and clapping of joy.

“Love you,” he mumbles.

 A smile breaks over both of your faces and Harry takes your hand in his. He leads you back down the isle, your dress flowing behind you. A friend helps the two of you into the room where you’re supposed to wait for the reception to get set up. Harry immediately locks the door behind you, his arms wrapping around you and lifting you off of your feet. Laughter falls from your lips as he twirls you in a circle.

“I love you, I love you, I love you. Y/N Styles. You’re officially at the point where you are stuck with me for the rest of your life.”

“And I am perfectly okay with that.”

He smiles, reaching forward to press his lips to yours. His arms are wrapped around your waist and your hands are rested on his face. The kiss lasts for well over a minute, only stopping when somebody knocks on the door.

“We’ll be ready in about two minutes, just to update you,” Y/F/N hollers through the door.

“Thank you!”

Harry moves to put his lips on yours but you move your face back. “I have something I need to tell you.”

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Harry’s Anniversary “Speech”

I’m so sorry to say that this speech never happened. I’m a larrie and I love Harry and Louis but I can’t let the fandom believe this actually happened.

So we dubbed Septemeber 28th the be the larrieversary and to celebrate it I drew a fanart:

I posted this on September 28th. Then, the next day, someone posted this on twitter, saying it was an actual quote from Harry at their concert on Sept. 28th:

As you can see, it is word for word the ”speech” Harry gave in my fanart. They even put, “Uh, um,” because I didn’t finish the speech in my fanart. I don’t know if rainbowboyfriends thought I based it off a real speech which I DID NOT. I can’t let the fandom believe in something that didn’t happen, especially when I made the fanart that caused it. 

There are no videos of this “speech” and if Harry really made this “speech”, you know there would be TONS of videos of him saying this. There are no videos and no one who attended the concert said anything about him making a “speech” like this. I do believe he shouted out “anniversary” but that’s it.

I am so sorry that this happened. I love Larry and they are amazing but I can’t let my friends and other larries believe this. Please spread this so we don’t make this a huge thing on Sept. 28th. 


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