XHappyHoran
xHappyHoran
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Eat; Sleep; Rave; Repeat;
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evm1997, TLisHottie, TotallyMe, 1Dxlover, Louis1DXxX, xSTUPIDkidx, GottaBePaul, BelovedxGem, LaughxSmile, xHappyHoran, VampireLeech, doluv2luv, xHungryHoran, Horayne30x12, Aestimatus, Esmae, Eshauna, Epilogus, xSkiallator, BlackPanther, Skiall, xMerryMalik, xLovelyLouis
You can better regret things you have done, than regret things you haven't done in life.
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Gastenboek (2260)
I get your message and stare at it. Staring, that's just all. I just can't eat. I can't move my mouth or my teeth on each other. The only three things I do is squeezing my fists, ignoring the tears on my face and missing you. Yes, I miss you, so fudgecakes much. But I don't want to see you or... I sigh loud and hear you mumbling my name. I see through the split of the door and see you're seeing back. I startle and sits back straight. That moment I saw your beautiful eyes, my heart skipped a beat and the blood rushed through my veins. I feel new tears coming up and searches for a pencil. No. I don't want to communicate. Or just one thing. The lyrics of One Thing goes through my head and I mumble: ''You make my heart race.'' I hear you asking ''What?'' but I ignore it. I take a pencil and write 'Though you loved food that much. Hopefully you won't miss it the next few days.'
1 decennium geledenI refuse to eat. And if you don't want to eat when I'm not eating. Too bad. I give you the letter and goes with my hand through my hair.
Haha, yay ^^
1 decennium geledenEn goed hoor, heb nu pauze, vandaar dat ik zo snel reageer ^^
Ik was je bericht aan't lezen en dat duurde echt lang. De drie erge dromen enz
Ik vind het zo erg voor Liam xd
Maar voor Niall ook wel, ik snap hem wel, maar tja... :')
xxx
I hear your talking and I really listen. My heart fills itself with warmth and the butterflies don't stop flying. I want to comfort you, saying that everything will be okay, but I just can't. When I saw you kissing Harry, you took my heart, threw it on the floor and jumped on it. Even if it tasted disgusting and even you wanted to remove the attention... There are way better solutions for this. Or you just could warn me. I-
1 decennium geledenI sigh really hard when I hear your talking stops. I really don't know what to say or to do. My body longs to you, so hard. But you disgusted me by your action. No, disgusted is too hard, no it isn't. You hurted me so bad. I just can't... I just puke by the thought you kissed him. And that you gave your beautiful, perfect and tasty lips to him... What's next? Your heart?
And no, I don't want to eat or drink. And I can pee, on every etage there's a toilet, remember?!
I sigh again and silent. Why Niall, why? That's my only question. Why on this way?! You could do it on another way, or you just could talk about it with me. But no... being selfish and now talking yourself down. It isn't working if you say you hate yourself, it only makes me even more angry. Selfpity. The only word I hear in my head.
- Goed? Haha! <3
Half past one. I'm done distracting myself... or I just don't know what to do anymore, I go sitting against the door. I hear you softly breathing so I sigh relieved. Knowing you're here and knowing you're breathing, comforts me a bit. I want to hold you so badly, but this was just... unacceptable. You hurted me so damn hard, but I will forgive you, I can't live without you, but just... not now...
1 decennium geleden''Not now,'' I mumble softly and feel new tears on my face...
''A picture and a little poem don't work. I'm sorry...'' *mumbles and feels pain in arm, but the pain in my chest is so much harder...*
1 decennium geleden(auw :'))