#sometimes if you listen to Louis’ interviews you’d think he was a teenager who just moved away from his parents’ house and learned what

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17, 18, 35, 36 :)

Once again, under the cut because I ramble! Includes rambling about Harry Styles and what home means to me. 💕 Fun fact! Harry and Teuvo are the same age and I haven’t known peace since I found out!

I don’t even know if you like these answers, it’s basically me gushing about H.

unusual(ish) asks

17. google the top song from the year you were born

Too Close by Next, according to Billboard

My Heart Will Go On by Celine Dion according to some hit list of Finland

18. rant about your favorite musician

I’ll take this as an opportunity to ramble about Harry Styles, as I talked about Louis in the previous one. So, where to start... I’m still amazed that he’s so young and he’s achieved so much. Like, he’s four years older than me, and it felt like he was ‘old’ when I was a teen, but still he felt young?? Now when I think of him, he’s definitely young. I mean, he’s the same age as Teuvo Teräväinen - I still don’t know how to feel about it. He was a baby during the X-Factor and he was so nervous and shy and adorable. I get emotional when I remember that one gifset where he’s younger and his hands shake (and his voice is shaky) and then under that gif is a more recent one where his hands shake a bit, but he’s so confident on stage now. It’s been a wonderful journey to like, grow with him (and all the other boys too) and see him evolve into the great musician and actor he is now. He has lived his teenage years in the spotlight and he hasn’t really had the normal life, he was 16 when all this started. He’s the one who sang the most in One Direction, he was put on the spotlight and after the hiatus news, when he started his solo career, he was on the spotlight much more than Louis, for example. His album got more promo and attention - don’t get me wrong, he deserves it all, but it feels wrong that Louis got basically nothing even though he’s just as talented as Harry is.

He’s had the womanizer trait put on him since he was a teen. It was said that a teen likes older women and that he dates a lot of women. That makes me mad and my heart breaks every time I’m reminded about it. He had to say that he really isn’t a womanizer A LOT OF TIMES and yet media still covers him as the womanizer. Like, when asked what his favorite part of a woman is, this boy answers with “I don’t know, maybe a smile” or something like that. And he’s said the comment “that objectifies women” in interviews too, when asked something weird. Like, he was actively telling that he isn’t like that, but it felt like nobody really cared. He’s really humble too, like when asked in interview, if he had to list the top five things in being in a band/singing/being an artist, he said that money wouldn’t be on the list. I believe that he’s being sincere and I can see that he loves to perform and write songs etc. He’s so down-to-earth in my opinion, he seems so happy and grateful that he can do what he loves. My heart is about to burst.

His vocal range, the songs he writes - phew this man is talented. His voice is beautiful, he shows so much emotion in his songs - Falling for example, he sounds so raw in it. And his performances, he really knows how to be on stage, like he dances around and he just has the thing for performing, you can see it. He dances like he doesn’t care, he’s clearly having fun and encouraging the audience to have fun too. About the songs, my favorites are Kiwi, Sweet Creature, Golden and Sunflower, Vol. 6. They have nice and kind of quirky elements in them and I love them for that. I love the Fine Line album a lot, give it a listen - I promise it’s not like the usual boyband stuff. He’s also an actor, which is amazing, and he’s a model for Gucci - what can’t he do?

He’s the sweetest and he’s so funny too. I’ll admit, he wasn’t my favorite during the One Direction hype, because I was stupid and didn’t want to like the one who was put in front of me and he was everyone’s favorite. He cares for his fans, he’s so kind to everyone - I really haven’t heard if he’s been angry at someone or anything like that. He’s very respectful and from what I’ve heard, he’s quite shy. His sense of humor is kind of underrated, not everyone gets his weird jokes. I mean, him saying “I can’t write songs” in a teary voice and writing a banger after another - we love this kind of humor in this household! It’s basically me yelling “I can’t write good essays” when in reality I’m quite good (wow me praising myself what is this). He also talks kind of slowly and his voice is very calming. People might think that he’s boring because he talks so slowly, and miss a part of his personality when they don’t listen to him. I could listen to him talk for hours because he seems like a person who would chat about everything with you. Personally I think he’s really funny and I relate to him, and I really look up to him in a way. I want to be more confident, and he gives me an example of it. He’s been on movie set and he ate alone because he was feeling shy, which is a huge contrast to what he is on stage. If he can be shy and reserved but at the same time very confident and open, why can’t I? This might sound silly but I am serious, I really want to learn that. Louis makes me want to try my best even though it might get hard sometimes, and Harry makes me want to be myself and not to be ashamed of it.

He’s actively telling people to treat people with kindness, which is great in my opinion. If people were more kind to each other, maybe the negativity in the world would decrease, even a bit. And I think that when he says tpwk, he wants to tell that he should be treated with kindness too, because he’s been in the media’s eye for many years and he’s been treated badly too. I want to be kind to people even without him telling me, but I feel like him using his voice to even try to tell this to people is great and important. Be kind!! To yourself and others!

Reading this over, I sound so mushy and soft - which I am. I mean, I love him.

35. what does home mean to you?

Home to me is a warm and safe place where I can be myself and be vulnerable, let my guard down. Home could be a person too, a person who makes me feel safe, warm, and with who I can be myself. Is it cheesy to say that home could be a person whose arms would give me the warmth that feels like fireplace and their cuddles would make me feel safe...? Home means love - whether it’s with someone or alone. (that’s so deep wooooooooooooooow)

Home as a word reminds me of One Direction’s song called Home and Harry’s song Sweet Creature. And all the other times their songs have home mentioned because my life is full of One Direction. (and I have no other life but they make me happy so) This is not even a part of the question but I started...

I mean look at the chorus of Home: “And it's alright / Calling out for somebody to hold tonight / When you're lost, I'll find a way / I'll be your light / You'll never feel like you're alone / I'll make this feel like home”. This makes me feel reassured somehow, like there’s this other person who will make the place feel like home, which to me is a safe place, so I interpret this as that. I’m rambling about lyrics and not answering to the question directly, sorry.

“Sweet creature, sweet creature / Wherever I go, you bring me home” - this is so heart-warming because the other makes the other feel like home and I could gush about this for ages. Like the ‘you’ in the song brings the other home, wherever they are, and that’s sweet because the person brings home to that other person without literally moving a place, because the home is that person and/or the feeling of home comes with the person. “Two hearts in one home” sounds so sweet and it makes me feel so soft inside. If home is a place, two hearts are there together, or if home is a feeling, it is with the other person.

36. what do you think you’d be arrested for?

Ha! What a question! Hmm... For being a smartass? For causing a scene if I had the guts to tell some people to shut up when they yell stupid things at hockey games? I really don’t know.

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“Curfew”, ML Reveal Week - Day 7: Loved Ones

Thank you for this lovely week. I hope you liked my stories and had fun reading them. I’d love to hear what you think of them. 

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Emma Agreste was only fourteen but she knew that her life would never be the same. Things tend to be that way when you just watched a live feed of what started as a coverage of simple diplomatic visit of representatives of another country and ended up in imprisoning the Mayor of Paris and half of her clerks together with all the journalists invited to cover the visit.

As it happened the extremists from the Revolution for the New Millennium with just one effective attack had managed to seize both of Emma’s aunts - Chloe Bourgeois-Kutzberg, the current Mayor, and Alya Lahiffe, the reporter conducting an exclusive interview at the moment of the attack.

Unsurprisingly, from that moment on things had gotten worse. Surprisingly they had gotten miraculously worse, because a few days later, when government forces were preparing a counterattack they were crushed by two familiar yet very strange figures of Vixen and Queen Bee. Whatever brainwashing the Revolution masterminds practiced, it seemed to be effective, super-hero effective even.

But life had more surprises for Emma Agreste, because on the evening of Vixen and Queen Bee’s alleged betrayal she found a small, octagonal, black box with red patterns on the cover, lying on her desk on her desk.

***

Why did their mansion have so many rooms and corridors? The trip to Hugo’s room seemed to be taking ages when you had a box containing a simple brooch inhabited by a lavender bug. Could it distort time? Emma arrived at the door to her oldest brother’s room red in the face and panting.

She was about to knock when she heard what sounded very much like a fight. She could be wrong of course, but she thought she heard the rattle of something metallic hitting something bony.

Hugo and Louis were often fighting, sometimes even on purpose, as each of them mastered an art of their own choice. But that was mostly hand combat. They certainly never used any weapons save Dad’s fencing gear.

Emma decided to enter without permission when she heard an even louder clank accompanied by two ‘Owww!’s of her brothers.

Her first instinct was to close the door immediately with a cry of ‘Sorry, wrong room!’. In a mansion this big it’s bound to happen sometimes.

But it was the right room. Hugo’s room. Filled with books and strange artifacts that he loved to collect.

And in the middle of the room there were two strangers in purely bizarre attire, rubbing various parts of their bodies that probably got hit during the clank incident. Emma could only see their backs at the moment but she took a good look considering her next move.

The taller of the strangers was about Hugo’s height. He was wearing a dark green skin-tight suit, covered by a leather sleeveless jacket reaching his tights, with a darker belt around his waist. A hood attached to the jacket was covering his head. There was also a shield at his feet, shaped as a turtle shell.

The other man was a bit shorter but he definitely drew her eye. Dressed in blue suit of impeccable cut with iridescent embroidery around the sleeves, he was the most colorful person Emma had seen in the entirety of her fourteen years of life. There was something on his back that looked very much like a folded cape, peacock eyes peeking at her from the folds of the lower hem. It had a very feathery vibe. There was a clank similar to the one that brought Emma to this room, when the blue man kicked a metallic fan, that looked dangerously sharp around the edges.

‘Those things are lethal, Lou!’ the taller man complained reproachfully. ‘You could have cut me!’

‘That’s the point, bro. They are a weapon after all,’ the blue man flashed him a toothy grin and then picked up the fans to inspect them closer.

Emma finally gathered her courage and cleared her throat.

‘Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my brother’s room?!’

The intruders turned around and she found herself staring at two set of familiar eyes hidden behind a green hood and a blue peacock mask.

***

‘Nice suit, sis,’ Louis held out a fist for her to bump.

‘Thanks,’ Emma replied looking herself up and down in the mirror. That was… not what she had expected when the lavender bug, who now she knew was called Nooroo, explained the transformation to her. Purple leggings and a shade darker ankle-high boots, lavender tunic wrapped tightly around her body and a silver mask.

‘You look cute, Emma,’ Hugo added from the other side of his room where he was frantically looking for some books he thought could help them. ‘I like the wings!’

Ah, the wings.

If she could tell her four-year-old self, that in a decade she’ll become an incarnation of  Barbie Mariposa, baby Emma would have died in ecstasy clutching her favorite doll to her chest.

‘Now that we are super-cool super-heroes we need a name,’ Louis said whirling around in front of the mirror and observing how his feather cape caught the wind.

‘Like Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles from grandpa Tom’s comics?’ Emma asked weakly. She was new to this super-hero stuff. It was Louis’s and Dad’s area of expertise.

‘Not quite,’ Louis frowned. ‘There’s only one turtle here. Although he seems to know all there is to know about the Miraculous. Which if you’d ask me is a bit suspicious, even if extremely convenient.’

‘I already told you,’ Hugo looked at him, trying to sound patient, even though Louis was getting on his nerves. ‘Uncle Fu always had a story for anyone who would listen. I listened. You did not.’

‘And that’s why you get to be the new Guardian?’ the blue hero’s frown deepened. ‘Because you listened to some fairy tales?’

‘Guys, stop,’ Emma could see this fight was brewing for some time. She tried to remember what her brother’s kwami told her when Hugo and Louis dropped their transformations in front of her. ‘You heard Wayzz. Hugo got to be the next Guardian not because he listened. But he listened because he was to become the next Guardian.’ That actually had more sense when the green kwami explained that to them. Emma was just satisfied with the bottom line of “Your abilities had guided you through life so far. You got what you needed to become the wielder of your miraculous.”

‘Yeah, whatever,’ Louis waved his hand dismissively. ‘The names?’

‘Why don’t you think of something. You know all about this super-hero stuff,’ Hugo could recognize an expert when he saw one.

‘Well, I may have an idea,’ his blue brother admitted with a cunning smile.

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Here’s a drawing of how the Agreste siblings look in their superhero outfits.

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Dear dad,

Today is One Direction’s Ten Year Anniversary and I’m crying so much. I think about how we would’ve spent today reminiscing and listening to their music together somehow. I can’t listen to any of their music right now as it hurts too much. I think of how I wanted to bring you to Harry’s upcoming show so we could be fans together. I think of the night and day we met him in NYC back in 2012. It’s still the best day of my life. I think of your support and how I got to go to 5 of their shows -1 for every tour and 2 for the Take Me Home Tour. I think of my time at the FS with Zoë and Anamy and Caisey and how I came home with their movie productions notes and green room snacks. I think of all the dating rumors and how you supported my angst towards Taylor Swift (oops @ internalized misogyny). It’s weird to relate to these ultra mega superstar celebrities, the ones that take up the DVR storage that you refuse to delete because you know I’ll watch them when I come home. I relate to Louis and Harry as they have both lost parents and suddenly the veil of fame disappears and I understand that as humans, we all will face death one day. As a teenager who thought of their own death too often, I thank the boys for their music and keeping me happy about anything. Whether it was being in middle and high school and having a 1D backpack... and calendar... and Staples school supply line... and t-shirts, CDs, perfume, duct tape, a signed Louis doll, books, a bag from the official NY 1D store, 100+ magazines, headphones, toothbrush, bracelets, posters, and even a terrifying cut out, or simply being in the car blasting them through the aux with all the windows down and my head out the window, they gave me a lot, to say the least. It was Little Things playing for the first time in my first boarding school room where I melted and dissociated for the first time :’). It was a dormstaff saying they shot the Gotta Be You video at her school. It was every music video and tour video and interview and backstage clips and edits and AAoOD and award shows and talk shows and SNL and so much visual media consumed. Hours of listening to their music. Hours of my bedridden depression of 7 months being filled with fan theories just to give me something to care about. 9/10 years following this band, loving them every part of it. Crying in my mom’s arms after Zayn left. Crying the first time I heard Moments live at the Izod Center in 2012. Crying when I didn’t meet them. Crying when I listened to their new music. Crying when they disbanded. Crying today. Crying right now.

Dad, I saw you last night, or this morning. You were fully there, and Harry was, too. My English teacher was and so were Bella and Trey. But Harry talked to you and I said, “ Wait you can see him?” And Harry said, “of course!” as you two continued shmoozing. I was so happy he saw you. It meant you were really there. And he was, too. He had his mustache and all.

Dad, this was supposed to be our day to celebrate. My day to say thank you. To thank you for every time you supported me venturing out to the city to try to meet them. You always said that you followed the Grateful Dead around so you understood what it meant to me. You got how much it meant to me and fully supported that. That, itself, means the most to me. You really showed me what a passion for music and love for artists and love for me could look like. The way you unconditionally loved me. The way I unconditionally love you. Even when my love for One Direction got into some medical trouble... and messed with y’all’s marriage a little bit... and gave me a few breakdowns... unconditional.

I don’t have many pictures. I don’t have any of you and I related to the band. But I do have the memories. I could make so many puns because of their lyrics, but I won’t. This day was supposed to be our day. This day was supposed to be happy and full of “Omg! LOL” simple type of stuff. It was supposed to be happy. But I feel very alone in Colorado. I feel very much stranded from anywhere where these memories happened. The only ones in Colorado live through my phone in texts and calls. I delete all the calls in my history so it shows up just as yours as the most recent. I don’t want to lose you any more than I have and I grip to anything I’ve got. You’re really gone, Dad. And for a while it was just like Mom said, “he’s just away for a bit. He’s just not here right now.” But the permanence of it all is so disgusting. It’s humid and feels like molasses all over my body in 101° weather. Getting more and more used to this is sickening to me. Letting it settling isn’t heartbreaking. I hate everything people say about their grief. “It never stops hurting” or “time heals” or “it’ll hurt but differently”. You would never say such shite to me. I’m not sure what you would say. The first time I saw you cry was at your own mother’s funeral. It was surreal in that moment in the car. Maybe before was during an episode I had in middle school. After was when you said goodbye to me as I moved across the country away from you all to Boulder, Colorado. Then once again and again and again at most of our goodbyes here, but not this last one. You cried at Hutch dying. You grieved. You said there will never be a cat as good or fun or pure as him. Agreed. You cried at the gifts I gave you this Hannukah with pictures of him. And you know, you never tried to fix things like these other people try to do. You never try to tell me what the future will look like when I’m feeling the worst or most vulnerable. You would never say something as horribly shallow as “it gets better” or “stay strong.” Those are the phrases I would say on tumblr at 15 to my friends who were also self harming. What do those words carried when you yourself are saying them from pain? Nothing. But Dad, you never did that. Over time you learned to ask, “how can I/what can I do to help you?” and “what do you need?” You’d even pay for food to make sure I could eat while devastated over whatever it was that day. Always present. Never anywhere else but right here, right now. And that’s what I miss right now. It is hard to be both sad and hold myself through this sadness. It feels like too much for a one person team. You never let me be sad alone, even sometimes to my dismay. But never alone. I guess you knew that maybe time would heal things or one things would be better, but in the moments, you wouldn’t try to put a bandaid on my big wounds. You’d meet me at the same level of care that my level of pain was at. No one else does it like you do. I hope others will one day. I look for you every where. I’ll always look for you in the people I meet and the friends I keep and the loved ones I hold close. Your heart was my home. It was for so many years. It has grown to be my burial ground. It’s the pit in my stomach now and the way my teeth grind like they’re digging up the earth. It’s “how many times can I let people dig deeper into my wounds before I tell them to find somewhere else to go?” I wish for days less like today. Celebration, of course. But not like this. Not in a pandemic. I don’t even want to say the word anymore. You would cry when feelings came up. You would relax by the tv. I get so scared I’ll remember you incorrectly. I get so scared I’ll never talk to you the ways that I can. I get so scared because this is the truth now. This reality sucks. Sucks. One Direction can only bring so much out of me. The dark greens I see and the dark purpled muddily blending together in my body. I hope you’re having a good day, Dad. I hope the weather is nice and it’s not too hot. I hope the plants are getting watered and doing well. I you’re loving me and sending me messages.

I hope you come back soon. I hate that you won’t. “Live While We’re Young.” You know, that’s the sad thing with One Direction, too. They have a song for just about everything. I could do song association with just their music. I’m pretty tired now. I’ve been writing for 50 minutes. My little therapy session for today. I love you so much, Pops. I wish you were here, goddamn it. I’m here. And I love you forever. I love you forever. I love you forever.

“In the middle of the night when the wolves come out, they go straight for your heart, like a bullet in the dark. One by one, you try to take them down, they can run and hide, ain’t going down without a fight”

You always mentioned the Wolves song. I’ll replenish with a big golden sun. I remember bringing I Want To Write You A Song to 12th grade English class. Weird how I was allowed to do that. And the t shirt from the mall kiosk at Willowbrook that I still have. Aw man, dad. This is so sad and so fucked. Anyways it’s been almost an hour. I love you so much. I’ll talk about you soon and cry about you even more. I love you. Bye for now.

1:22-2:16pm July 23rd, 2020. Ten Years of One Direction

And I never made the video “I listened to every one direction song so you don’t have to 10 year anniversary video” smh

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Haaau. Oooh. Thats sweet. Do i really say holiii that much? I havent noticed. Okay, let's blame tumblr. It's not as if it works perfectly so...😂 Oooh, yes!! I'm in. Tag me in whatever you want. The meme of H and the lamb was hilarious. I love that comparison. Jajajajajja Gosh, can you imagine when he sings Familiar all by himself? Without JBalvin to do that part? If he sings the whole song when he comes to Spain, fans will lose it😂 (1). ((Any update of Liam the cat?))

HI!!!!! I don’t know! You have say it just a couple of times, really, but this girl says all the time and you reminded me of her, and now she reminds me of you,jejje. Honestly, that lamb is Honey! Jajajja. He’s like that too! He looks at you like: what? Do you have something to say? No? okay, bye. Jajaja. And let’s be honest, harry is very meme material,jajajajajja. (I’m so behind in his tour updates, btw. Haven’t seen anything🤦🏻‍♀️) Liam is coming in a couple of weeks? The 4th. Imagine if he sings in Spanish!!! I would die! If he does, he will do it Perfect (Perfect is capitalized bc of the song, omg). I’m sure he’s learning new words in Spanish. Hola sacapuntas, ¿como están todos? 🤣🤣🤣

Oh nono. Dont apologise. I was just laughing at myself. But thanks for the effort💖 This asks was easy to figure out. Oh, dont worry. Im more concerned about the inbox eating my asks (are they safe or are they lost? I never know) than you not answering. Really. (2)

Right? Like, you take the effort to write something and then you put it out there, without knowing if it will reach their destination or not. And at least with me, you know for sure if the ask is missing or not. But when you write people who has a lot of ask you’re like: did the ask get lost or did I say something rude? Are they ignoring me or have the blocked me??? Hjdfojriofjnoeirvjerv @staff!! Work on it!!!!

I dont like the sentence that goes “seria mucho mejor si participa”. Its nothing, but…me chirría* bcs of the possible undertone. Im very sensitive. Thats it. Though i must say that they compensate it with tge next sentence “voy a hacerte todo *lo que me permitas*”. Bcs consent!! Thats important. Oh, same. I dont usually hear anything in Spanish, mainly bcs i havent found anything that i like. Oh, you have almost the whole week free? Thats good!! (3) *i cant think of how to translate it xd

Jo, I haven’t read the lyrics yet (sorry Liam, I’m a very busy person,😅), but yes, you might be right. That sentence… if she isn’t participating… what are you doing then? And yes, that other sentence is better. I have to take my work (as a fan,lol) more seriously. Sdicsjdlncinsldcnlcjvls LOUIS JUST TWEETED LIAM???? Jfdbhkdbffvdfkv WHAT IS HAPPENING!!!!No, but my friends are idiots, jajajja, because I like a lot of Spanish music, actually. Like from the 80s and such,jajajajaj. And once, we were watching OT el reencuentro, and I knew all the songs and they wouldn’t stop teasing me, jajajaj. And o was like: see?? I like Spanish music. OLD Spanish music. Now, even Bisbal sings reguetón 🤦🏻‍♀️.I have to babysit my cousin on Wednesdays starting this week, so good. Bc I only work on Tuesdays and weekends. And someone else have offered me to babysit their children occasionally, so good good. More money for me to spend on the boys.

No idea what is Terra Chat. I guess i was too young? But i do remember messenger! You talked for 6h each day? Thats insane! I could not talk for so many hours. I would run out of topics or something. First time you failed anything, and you 6? Wow. Go big or go home, right? Jajajajaja. Luckily i dont think i’ve ever had any problem with the internet🤔. Its a lifesaver, really. (4)

Seriously, Terra’s chat was the boom back them, jajajja. But I was like 15, so maybe you were still starting to walk, jajajaa (I DON’T KNOW!!)? And yes we would talk for 6h every day. I would eat dinner at my computer, the days I would eat something at all. I lost 4kg the first week I started talking with him,jajajaja. IT WAS TRUE LOVE 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 (gaaa, I used to be the most embarrassing teenager you can imagine,jajaja (haven’t change much, I admit)) [philosophy moment of the day] Kids from today’s day should know the struggle to not be able to text every moment of every day. Having to compact your words into 180(?) caracteres, bc you only could send a text, and it costed money! EVERY. TEXT! Uffff, that gives personality to someone,jajaja. They have so easy to communicate these days😌. [end of philosophy moment]

You also have a JHO shirt????😍😍😍😍 one shirt for each? Well then, 2 more to go. I’ll swear, someday i’ll get myself something like that. What?! You didnt like Niall??? Soraya!! How so? He was lovely! Yes!! He (& his team) is doing so good! He’s conquering the world and im here for it. And also, his new dressing style is a blessing. I love the trousers he wears for the shows. He looks really handsome😍 (5)

The better part of them putting out they’re careers at different times is that you don’t notice you’re spending so much money,jajaja. Because everything is so expensive!!!! Don’t remind me, I’m ashamed I didn’t like him. 🤦🏻‍♀️. It’s not that I didn’t like like him. I just didn’t see anything special about him?? How??? Was I blind??? Probably! But now I just jsdkhfiowjefijowef  love everything about him. And yes, absolutely yes no his new style. I can’t wait to see him in person, omg!!! I’m so excited already, jajajaja.

Over again? Listen, can you belive that i discovered very recently that when they sang “hole in the middle of my heart like a polo” there werent talking about shirts?!! I used to hate that sentence bcs it made no sense to me! But they are talking about candys!! Of course. Solo songs. How did i forget?? Small stage? Mymy. You are a genius😂 Oh cool. I know nothing about cameras, but this one has an impressive name. JAJAJA. (6)

Jajajajajaja, I was shocked too when I knew about that too!  Jajajaja, I remember thinking, oh that’s makes much more sense that a shirt with a hole??? Jajajajajja. But I love that song live, seriously. You’d have to hear me and see me the concerts I perform in my car!!!  🤣🤣🤣🤣. I lose it with that song! My dream? To drive for 5-6-7 hours singing every 1d and solo songs, singing (screaming) every song, and with other four friends/fans. That’s my dream. Jajajaja. No dram job. No being rich. No nothing. Just singing 1d songs, jjajajaja.

Okaaay. I will call you if necessary. Same goes for you. JBieber and Zayn? What about them? Are they making a colabo or something? Are you asking about my toughts on them?? Sorry. Im a bit lost. (7)

No god, how could you Thing they would be collaborating, 😖, jajajajaa. No no. Your thoughts on them. Nah, I asked be I was going to tell you things my mom says about them, but I don’t want to offend you if you like them, jejeje.

Guess what. My friend (who is the most up-to-date on pop culture and music, and the one i always tell my theories to) called me yesterday “la reina del ocultismo”. (Just bcs i said that Shawn latest song sounded queer to me). JAJAJAJAJAJA. Anyway, I felt so proud. I might be crazy, but at least i have cool name. And i dont get bored🤷 (8)

LA REINA DEL OCULTISMO!!! Oh yes!!!! Jajajajajaa. Hey, I don’t follow very close Shawn, just what I see in my dash, or I’ve hear the songs they play on radio, but girl!!! He so gay!!! (And I don’t want to be offensive, okay? Offensive as in assuming he’s gay or something (wow, they just started playing It Isn’t in My Blood by Shawn,jajja) just because stereotypes). I saw and interview the other day, and he’s stance…mymy. But, well, again, I don’t know anything about him. “I might be crazy, […]And i dont get bored” #aboutme, jajjaja. And, please, share you’re crazy theories with me!!! Jajaja

YES YES YES. Of course i read fics. I read them everywhere, shamelessly. On the train, on the subway, at college, at family dinners (that one was risky, i must admit). JAJAJA. But sadly i have too many fics on the “to read” list. Bcs i dont feel like reading something with the length of a book on the phone, and also bcs once i start i cant stop until im done, so its quite inconvenient if i have to study. So, yes. I read them. What were you reading yesterday??? (9)

Same!! I read fics everywhere. I don’t worry to much about my family knowing I’m reading, bc no one understands English. But I freak out every time I let my iPad with a fic opened, bc they can see Harry’s or Louis’ name and I don’t want them to know I’m reading about them,😅😅. I run out of fics to read sometimes! That’s how much I read, jajajja. They’re always part of my bedtime routine, jajajjajaa. And, well, I was reading a fic, I liked it a lot, but I checked the author and she’s a bit “questionable”, so… I’ll reserve my opinion, if you don’t mind. I read someone’s opinion on the fact that people write stories about Harry and Louis, but then they don’t think they’re gay (as in part of LGBT+ community), and believe Louis is a dad, and all the rest. And they said why that is wrong, bc they’re fetishizing gay relationships. And it made sense. And if a queer person (I don’t know if I can use that word, sorry) says that, I have to believe it, y'know. So, when I read a fic from an author I don’t know, I check their blog, just to see. And I saw that, so I won’t be sharing the fic, sorry (which is a pity, but… 🤷🏻‍♀️)

Yeah. It was totally predictable. I know know. But…he looked cute. Well rested. Happy. And we had been deprived for too long so it was a gift to see him again. Thats it for tonight. Sleep well😙 (10)

He always looks well rested after a few days with his boy,jajajaj. I can’t wait to see what the future has planed for him. And also, I’m so curious about this new LiLo thing 🤔🤔. What’s all about? They now tweet each other. Liam talks about him all the time… we’ll see, we’ll see.

Well, that was a productive morning shift, jajaja. I’ve been almost 4h writing this,jajajajaa. The whole morning! Now, I have to check everything is correct before I close to go for lunch,jajajja. Thank youuuu. Bye bye!!

Pd: waaaa, I almost forget about my limo (liam,jajja). Well, I was going to bed, but before it I looked out the window, and called him. I was calling for a good half an hour. And then a black cat appeared, and I thought hey! they are coming! Then another black and wait cat came. And I didn’t stop calling Liam. And HE CAME!!! He came to my window, where Honey and I were. And I told him to jump, but his so fat… jajajjaa. So I called at my house phone so my mom would go to open the backdoor, and I went out from the front door. And when I reached my window he was up there, but he couldn’t go in, bc I had closed it, so Honey wouldn’t go out. And he jumped and went to the back door to wait for my mom no open the door, and then he run and run till my room, jajajaj, to see if there was food in his bowl. And, just that. They I “bath” him. And gave him a pill to desparasitarle(?), and put him a collar para las pulgas? Jajaja. And then I feed him. He was exhausted and hungry. My poor boy. I don’t know why he keeps going ou, if he doesn’t like it,jejeje.  Honey kept smelling him bc he smelled different, just FOR A DAY OUT!! (Jo, hablo TANTO!!!) Thanks for asking, love.