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One Direction’s Niall Horan Going in Another Direction?

Horan pictured above at the Grammy Universal Music Group after party on February 12

Could the One Direction star be in the process of cutting ties with fellow band members?

Niall Horan (23) posted on his twitter earlier today about his electricity woes, having been without power for the past 24 hours.

Pictured above, the One Direction star’s tweet about his power outage

With a net worth of £33 million ($47.53 million) as of last year, fans online are wondering if something isn’t wrong in the life of their favourite Irish singer.

“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 😘)

I want to stitch you a song

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.

Lots of love, Liz.

falling in love at a coffee shop

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previous parts: i.  ii.  iii.

masterlist.

a/n: couldn’t resist a bit of angst, now could i? don’t worry, i’ve got a plan.
thanks for loving them.
it isn’t an author’s note without me begging for feedback, is it? you know the drill x

Thursday

It’s late.

And he’s not here.

We close in 37 minutes.

And every time the door opens, my heart races and I look up, hoping it’s him.

And it never is.

It’s never him.

All night it hasn’t been him.

I put on makeup before I came in. It wasn’t a lot.

But I did it.

I did it because I wanted him to see me.

You know…as a girl.

A pretty girl.

Not just the girl that serves him coffee and pie.

He touched me last night. And he looked at my boobs. I’m pretty sure he thought I didn’t see.

But I did.

It was only for a second…but I did see.

I pick up the coffee pot and I make my way over to table seventeen.

“You need a refill, Alfie?”

“I’m good, love” he says, “but maybe you could just warm it up?”

“Sure thing.”

The bell rings over the door and my eyes shoot up.

Excited.

And then not.

It’s not him.

“That’s good.”

“What?”

Shit, I forgot I was pouring coffee.

I almost spill it.

“Sorry, Alfie.”

“Not a problem, Olivia.”

I wonder if I freaked him out. He has come in every night…every night until now.

Now, that he touched me.

Now, that I told him I wanted to be his friend.

I blink my eyes furiously and force myself not to cry.

I mean, I shouldn’t really want to cry.

I barely know him.

He knows way more about me.

My name.

My full name.

Where I work.

And what do I know about him?

Really?

What do I know?

That he likes pie?

That he likes his coffee so sweet, it could almost double as pancake syrup?

That he’s structured?

That his lips are full and pink and probably really, really soft?

That his hair is a perfect mess on top of his perfect head?

That he really was flirting with me?

And touching me?

And that his hand on my skin felt like fire?

Not the kind of fire that burns you.

The kind of fire that warms you when it’s wet and cold and you’ve been standing outside waiting on the bus for too long.

Warm.

Soft.

And flickering with perfection.

And he was only touching my elbow.

I go about my job.

I wipe down tables.

I refill coffee.

I collect my tips.

And not once – not one more time – does the bell above the door ring.

He doesn’t come.

My job sucks when he’s not here.

We lock up and I head to the bus stop.

I go home.

Quietly.

My own hands holding each other in my lap.

Wondering.

Missing him.

And I refuse to log into Facebook.

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

ID #63884

Name: Maddy
Age: 17
Country: Australia

Looking for an internet bestie or penpal.

i have posted on here before and found some great penpals!

Interests- Fashion,Photography,design, cooking.Pretty much anything artsy! I love thrift shopping and plant shopping and im obsessed with designing my room.

Music- Ariana grande, JB, Troye sivan, The 1975, Ed sheeran, Bruno Mars, Christina Aguilera, Shawn Mendes,One direction,Lany, Jason Mraz etc. I’m open to any artists that you suggest!!

Movies- Romance is by far my favourite, as movies such as The sisterhood of travelling pants, another cinderella story, Monte Carlo are all favourites of mine!

Tv shows- Riverdale, Gilmore girls, The vampire diaries, 13 reasons why, Gossip girl, Teen wolf etc.


Preferences: 16-19

falling in love at a coffee shop

v.

previous parts:   i.   ii.   iii.   iv.

masterlist

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


Friday

“Hi,” I say.

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.

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,” she says back.

Nothing else.

“Hi” is a pretty stupid word.

And I said it first.

She flips the cup over and asks, “Coffee?”

Nothing else.

“Yeah, sure,” I tell her. “Of course. Regimented. Remember?”

She smiles.

It’s not real.

I don’t know if it reaches her eyes.

I don’t know because she’s not looking at me.

“Hi,” I say.

Again.

Stupidly.

She turns around and gets the coffee pot. She fills my cup and I watch her.

I miss her.

I want to touch her again.

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.”

“Oh,” is all she says.

And “oh” is just as stupid as “hi.”

“You were at work?” she asks. “All night?”

“Why?” I ask and finally, she looks up. “Did you miss me?”

She blushes.

And she’s biting her lip again.

“I…um…” she stammers. She’s not quick to comeback.

And then I realise…

She did.

She missed me.

Just like I missed her.

Relief.

I feel it.

“You did,” I say, awed…happy. “You missed me.”

“No, I didn’t.”

The comebacks…they’re getting faster.

And also…not as sweet.

“You didn’t?”

She just looks at me.

“Well, I mean…did you,” she pauses, “did you…you know…miss me?”

And I am an idiot.

For not telling her first.

For wanting her to say it first.

“That’s okay,” she says. “Nevermind. It doesn’t matter.“

It does.

“Olivia?”

“Yeah?”

“I did.”

And just like that…her smile is back.

And it’s bigger and more beautiful than ever before.

“You really did?”

“Yeah,” I tell her. And I’m pretty sure I’m blushing now, too. “A lot.”

She sighs.

And giggles.

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 I know.

But she hasn’t admitted it.

Not yet.

“Yeah,” she 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.

Playful.

Easy.

“What?”

“I had an epiphany last night.”

“An epiphany?”

She nods her head.

“Yes…an epiphany.”

I get out my phone and quickly type in the word.

She laughs loudly…freely.

Her laugh is beautiful.

Just like her.

“A moment of sudden and great revelation or realisation?”

“Yes, Dictionary,” she says. “That…exactly.”

“Tell me about this epiphany.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, really.”

“Well, I realised last night…”

“During the epiphany?”

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.

Yet.

“Shut it.”

“So 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 about me.”

“You know a lot about me,” I say.

“Not really.”

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.”

“Again,” she says, “not really.”

“Like what?”

“You know my surname. I don’t know yours.”

“Okay,” I tell her. “What else?”

Her nose scrunches up, but she continues.

“You know where I work and what I do.”

“Yeah…and?”

“I don’t know what you do.”

“Anything else?”

She licks her lips and blows out a breath.

I don’t know which one is sexier.

“Yeah, uhm…” she says. “I guess that’s it.”

“Would it make you feel better to know these things?” I ask her, teasing.

“Probably…yeah.”

“I’m an A&R accountant,” I offer. “Boring, right?”

“No,” she says. “Not boring.”

“No?”

“I like numbers.”

“You do?”

She nods her head and smiles again.

“Yeah.”

“What do you like about numbers?”

She looks at me and I can tell she’s thinking about her response.

Fuck, she’s cute.

“Well, numbers are like information, right?”

“Okay,” I 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.

“Maybe?”

She laughs again.

I do, too.

“Every evening, 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.

Stunned.

“See?” she 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.

“You are?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, you are an accountant.”

“Yeah. I am.”

“Okay.”

“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 in closer.

So do I.

“You did?”

“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.

I continue.

“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 you?”

“No.” She’s whispering. “I didn’t.”

Maybe she’s stunned a little.

“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 closed.”

My hand reaches out.

Tentatively.

I touch her elbow again…and I sigh when she does.

This is not without thought.

want to touch her this time.

“You did?”

I nod my head.

“And Olivia?”

“Yeah?”

“I got about three hours of sleep last night because I couldn’t sleep. Not really.”

“Why?”

“I couldn’t get you off my mind. And I was thinking that…uhm…maybe you were wondering where I was.”

“I was,” she says. “I thought…I was just…I thought you didn’t want to see me.”

Honest.

I’m honest.

“I did,” I tell her. “I always want to see you.”

I wait for her to speak.

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,” I whisper.

“Ten what?”

“Ten is the number of seconds I just held my breath while I was waiting for you to speak.”

“Harry,” she says my name.

It’s a sigh.

It’s perfect.

“Olivia?”

“Yeah?”

I go for it.

“What time do you get off tonight?”

“Why?”

She bites her lip again.

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.

“Like a date?” she asks.

She smiles.

Brightly.

So bright it makes my eyes water from smiling back at her.

“Yeah,” I tell her. “Like a date. Like anything you want.”

Her face scrunches again.

Falls.

“It’s Friday night.”

“It is.”

“We don’t close till late.”

“How late?”

“Eleven.”

“Doesn’t matter.”

And it doesn’t.

At all.

“Really?”

Her eyes smile.

Just like her lips.

Both of them are beautiful.

“I’d love that.”

She’d love that.

Me, too.

So much.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“I’ll wait for you.”

And I do.

Happily.

1D Hiatus: Day 591

* Louis does interviews/promo, meets fans in Leeds and keeps asking them for opinions on his new haircut

* Louis posts a selfie on Instagram with the caption “On the road again”

* Harry will perform in the BBC Radio 1 Live Lounge on September 13

* Pictures and videos of Liam at the musical.ly HQ in LA yesterday come out

* Liam arrives in London 

* Liam posts a video on Snapchat

* Pictures of Harry, his mum, Cindy Crawford, Rande Gerber and their children having lunch somewhere in Canada yesterday come out

* Liam posts a selfie on Instagram

It’s Jul 26th, 2017.


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