“He’s a multi-millionaire, why didn’t he just go stay in a hotel?”, questioned one anonymous fan, “What would he even do at home for 24 hours without power?”
Another fan who was equally dumbfounded said: “If he’s so rich why doesn’t he just pay somebody to fix the problem already?”
But the most interesting comment came from a fan who asked “Why wouldn’t he just stay with some of his equally rich fellow band mate best friends? If my best friend was without power for 24 hours I wouldn’t leave them to stay alone in their own house.” We here at the AAS couldn’t help but wonder the same thing so we reached out to Horan’s band mates for commentary.
Liam Payne pictured above with rapper Drake working on the album to come out “soon”
Unfortunately, fellow band member Liam Payne (23) who is currently searching for his elusive solo album, to come out “soon”, and is busy answering fans’ questions on twitter could not be reached for commentary. Zayn Malik (24), who may or may not be a former member of the band could also not be reached for commentary as he is currently occupied with being persistently prospective ‘super model’ Gigi Hadid’s boyfriend prop for her Instagram photo ops.
Malik and Hadid pictured above in a recent pic with Malik sporting an old hair style from last year
However, we were able to contact Horan’s fellow band members and rich husbands Louis Tomlinson (25) and Harry Styles (23) who refuse to let Horan who has been without power for longer than anybody can remember to stay in their meditation tea house. Styles commented:
“That hat man, he really needs to step up his style if he wants to put one foot inside our meticulously decorated tea house. There’s vintage furniture in there, one of a kind stuff!”
The Tomlinson-Styles’ meditation tea house
Tomlinson added: “Never really liked the lad. Was always weirdly invested in our relationship. I think it all began when he started to care more about golf than football. More than football!”
Horan on one of his frequent trips to the green
“I really think he stalks my husband. He likes all of his pictures moments after they’re posted. Even the fans don’t get to the pictures that fast!” Styles said. “Honestly, I think this power outage was a sign. It’s time to move on. Our relationship involves two people, not three, even though he seems to think otherwise.”
Tomlinson and Styles pictured on a date at the 2015 American Music Awards
“He calls himself captain, you know? Of our ship. We caught him once dancing and dressed like a sailor. It’s at the point where we really feel like he should keep his distance from us,” Styles explained.
“This past year and a half away from Niall has been a wonderful and much appreciated break, but when I went solo he was right in our faces again and wouldn’t leave me and me social media alone. It was frankly quite disturbing,” Louis added, troubled.
Horan and band members discussing Valentine’s Day plans and Horan showcasing his investment in Styles and Tomlinson’s relationship early on in the band’s career
“You know he started a fight with Steve once, saying that he wouldn’t take his place as my biggest fan even over Niall’s dead body. He’s gone mad, I tell you. Did you know he once sent me a truck load of footballs just because I like the sport? We just don’t know what to do. He needs to stop,” Tomlinson said.
“He forgets that I have been and always will be Lou’s biggest fan,” Styles complained, “We had some good times together as a band, we really did, but Niall needs to move on. It’s not 2012 anymore. Somewhere along the way his obsession with us went from cute and endearing to creepy and annoying.”
Louis Tomlinson and Steve Aoki pictured above who have recently been working together and released their single “Just Hold On”
Who knew it would come out in 2017 that Niall Horan is the cause of the band’s split thanks to a simple tweet about a power outage?
(for my love @rated-l-for-larry without whom half this shitpost wouldn’t be possible. you asked for it and i delivered. hope you enjoy 😘)
It looks like I will be between jobs for a few months and I thought
meanwhile I’d try something new and sell my embroidery art. I’ll be
making lots of beautiful embroidery hoops with One Direction lyrics and
solo lyrics from all the boys.
I’ll probably open my shop on the 1st of July 2017! This is a
sideblog. I’ll try to keep this place somewhat professional, so you can
savely follow me on here (if you’re interested in my work) without being afraid of me clogging
your dash. I will keep all my other stuff at my main blog.
if the apocalypse is ever a thing that happens i definitely won’t survive it but it won’t be because i’m lazy (although i am) it’ll be because i have the worst sense of direction and geography ever like i’ll go out on a supply run or something and forget which way home is or i’ll be running from idk zombies and like step right off the edge of a cliff
a/n: seems as though i’ve got a few new readers, so i wanted to say hello and welcome ! i adore you all for reading and taking the time to tell me what you think. only one more part left to this little fic! feedback is love, please leave me some :). same place, (approximately) same time tomorrow poppets. x
She’s looking down
and her hand is on the coffee cup in front of me.
She just came over to
me. She didn’t at first.
At first, I waited.
Excited to see her
because I missed her yesterday.
But she waited, too.
She waited until I
was nervous – thinking that she wouldn’t – and then she came over.
“Hi” is a
pretty stupid word.
And I said it first.
She flips the cup
over and asks, “Coffee?”
sure,” I tell her. “Of course. Regimented. Remember?”
It’s not real.
I don’t know if it
reaches her eyes.
I don’t know because
she’s not looking at me.
She turns around and
gets the coffee pot. She fills my cup and I watch her.
I miss her.
I want to touch her
Just her elbow.
And maybe her hand.
Definitely her hand.
And her hair.
And her neck.
“You didn’t come
in last night,” she says as she places the cup in front of me.
Her voice is soft.
Softer than the clank
of the cup on the saucer.
The sugar sounds so
loud as she scoots it closer to me and I realise that I never did find out what
the knob thingy is called.
She pulls her hand
back and the irony isn’t lost on me.
The sugar is closer.
But she isn’t.
And she is sweeter
than the sugar.
“I know,” I
tell her. “I got stuck at work and I couldn’t leave.”
all she says.
And “oh” is
just as stupid as “hi.”
“You were at
work?” she asks. “All night?”
ask and finally, she looks up. “Did you miss me?”
And she’s biting her
stammers. She’s not quick to comeback.
And then I realise…
She missed me.
Just like I missed
I feel it.
I say, awed…happy. “You missed me.”
And also…not as
She just looks at me.
mean…did you,” she pauses, “did you…you know…miss me?”
And I am an idiot.
For not telling her
For wanting her to
say it first.
okay,” she says. “Nevermind. It doesn’t matter.“
And just like
that…her smile is back.
And it’s bigger and
more beautiful than ever before.
tell her. And I’m pretty sure I’m blushing now, too. “A lot.”
It’s perfect and
happy and just the best sound ever.
“And you missed
me?” I ask again.
I think she did.
Well, I’m pretty sure
But she hasn’t
admits. “I did.”
“What did you miss?”
I ask because, once again, I’m stupid.
She cocks her head to
the side and grins.
I grin back – loving
this so much – and never wanting to not see her smile again.
“Oh, no you
don’t,” she says.
“I had an
epiphany last night.”
She nods her head.
I get out my phone
and quickly type in the word.
Her laugh is
Just like her.
“A moment of sudden and great revelation or realisation?”
Dictionary,” she says. “That…exactly.”
“Tell me about
“Well, I realised
She leans in and
pushes my shoulder.
And it’s the first
time that she’s touched me.
I want to reach out
and grab her hand.
And hold it.
And tangle our
fingers together until our hands are one big hand.
But she pulls it back
before I can…not that I would.
anyway,” I say. “What did you realise?”
“That I don’t
really know a lot about you. And you know…that you know a whole lot
“You know a lot
about me,” I say.
Her elbows are back
on the counter and she’s leaning in again.
She could be closer
if the coffee wasn’t in the way.
Maybe it’s time for
me to give up caffeine.
“You know as
much about me as I know about you.”
she says, “not really.”
“You know my surname.
I don’t know yours.”
tell her. “What else?”
Her nose scrunches
up, but she continues.
“You know where
I work and what I do.”
“I don’t know
what you do.”
She licks her lips
and blows out a breath.
I don’t know which
one is sexier.
she says. “I guess that’s it.”
“Would it make
you feel better to know these things?” I ask her, teasing.
“I’m an A&R accountant,”
I offer. “Boring, right?”
says. “Not boring.”
She nods her head and
“What do you
like about numbers?”
She looks at me and I
can tell she’s thinking about her response.
Fuck, she’s cute.
are like information, right?”
say. “I guess so.”
“I mean…they can
give you information. D’you know what I mean?”
I’m not really
following her…but I’m willing to.
She laughs again.
I do, too.
you come in at half five. You drink approximately four to five cups of coffee
and have one piece of pie. I served you six times before I ever talked to you
about anything other than your order. And the book you’re reading has changed seven
times since I’ve known you.”
I stared at her.
said. “Numbers are great because they give you information.”
“I’m good with
numbers, too,” I say softly, still taken aback by her words…what she knew.
How much she’d noticed.
“Well, you are an
“I came in three
times before you ever waited on me. I’m sorry…I mean served me. I wouldn’t want
you to think I was sexist.”
She smiles and leans
So do I.
“Yeah. And every
night your hair is pulled up in one pink rubber band. You always carry two pens
– one in your hand and the other one in the pocket of your apron. You wear the black
apron the most, but I really like the way the green one looks on you.”
She swallows and I
wonder if she’s as nervous – excited as I am.
“You have five
regular customers, but you never talk to them as much or as long as you talk to
me. You work four nights a week and one Sunday a month. And you were right.
I do come in at half five every evening, but did you know that I
stand outside for fifteen minutes before I come in…just so I can look at
whispering. “I didn’t.”
Maybe she’s stunned
“Did you also
know that I looked at my watch every fifteen minutes while I was at work last
night? I kept hoping I could make it out in time to get here before you
My hand reaches out.
I touch her elbow
again…and I sigh when she does.
This is not without
I want to
touch her this time.
I nod my head.
“I got about
three hours of sleep last night because I couldn’t sleep. Not
“I couldn’t get
you off my mind. And I was thinking that…uhm…maybe you were wondering where I
she says. “I thought…I was just…I thought you didn’t want to see
“I did,” I
tell her. “I always want to see you.”
I wait for her to
My heart is pounding.
I hear it…loud and
pulsing in my ears.
“I always want
to see you, too, Harry.”
I take a deep breath
as my hand gently strokes the soft skin of her arm.
“Ten is the
number of seconds I just held my breath while I was waiting for you to
she says my name.
It’s a sigh.
I go for it.
“What time do
you get off tonight?”
She bites her lip
Her finger plays with
the ceramic handle of my cup.
“Would you like
to do something with me?”
I focus on the way
she feels under my fingers.
The fact that she’s
allowing me to touch her and doesn’t pull away.
date?” she asks.
So bright it makes my
eyes water from smiling back at her.
tell her. “Like a date. Like anything you want.”