you go out to dinner with justin bieber after being raped and you seem liam payne from across the restaraunt, he picks you up and carries you into the parking lot where you both get a hit by a car the end
you go to a one direction concert wearing your new crocs and puffy paint shirt. you’re about to get into your friend’s mom’s van when the niall calls your name. How did you know my name you scream frantically trying to cover the I’LL SAIL DOWN THE NIALL RIVER written in puffy paint across your chest. “I follow you on twitter, will you marry me?”
You and Liam have been dating for just over 5 months when he decides it’s finally time to pop the question. He texts you to meet him at an undisclosed location at 5PM. at 4:59 PM Zayn shows up and flips you over his shoulder and carries you to this all grey building and puts you in a room with a single macbook and a chair. The computer hums to life and it’s liam on twitcam. He holds up a sign: “Will you marry me?” You tweet “@Real_Liam_Payne Yes!” and the proposal gets made into GIFs and on every 1D blog on tumblr.
you look down at your hand as your pink razr flip phone starts buzzing wildly. what is this? is this real life? could it really be? louis has sent you a DM on twitter “you are the love of my life and i want to be yours. meet me in times square tonight and we’ll run off together” you have to take a sailboat to get there and suddenly your boat is surrounded by sharks. you think you’re going to die until the rest of the boys swoop in to rescue you. “we must get you to louis” harry screams as he throws a net down to you from the helicopter above. they whisk you away and you land in times square where you see louis waiting with a bouquet of chocolate roses even though you’re allergic. the gesture is sweet and you begin to cry until his humming calms you down. you live happily ever after.
you’re eating your feelings alone in your living room because your precious boyfriend has been on tour for the past 6 months. you decide to call him and reveal the news. tears grace your cheeks and fall onto the irish flag bedspread beneath you. he answers the phone “ello lovely dovely poo?” “niall I have somehting to say. I’m pregnant.” you hear the boys cheering and you have to muster up the courage to tell him. “It’s not yours.” silence falls on the other line. You quickly hang up and cry the rest of the night. You wake up in the hospital the next morning. “wha..what happened?” you mumble, and you turn to the side. “I carried you to the abortion clinic” zayn cries as a smile splits his face.