Saturday, August 24, 2013
I'm thinking of writing a sequel to Nothing Like My Family from Corey's daughter's Carly's perspective as she falls in love with a muggle. I'll probably call it Different From The Rest... or is that too cheesy? Let me know what you guys think. If you haven't read Nothing Like My Family, check it out! It was actually my very first post.
Tuesday, August 13, 2013
Dear Niall Horan,
Let me just say people like you are some of the greatest things that ever happened to me. Some people can say to me, "You're the worst person ever." ok. "You deserve to die." ok. "Everybody hates you." ok. "Niall Horan is ugly." YOU BETTER RUN. I still sometimes look in the mirror and realize how disgusted I am with myself. How maybe I deserve the bad things that have happened to me. You shouldn't feel that. Please don't feel that. To some girls you don't matter at all(and that's bull, by the way). But to me? You're my whole world. I know you don't know I exist. I know I'll probably never meet you. But, despite those things, you're always there for me. People don't understand how much you and boys mean to me. They think I'm childish and immature because of that. But I stand my ground. I'm proud to be a Niall girl. Proud. You don't deserve anything those heartless girls to you. Without you, there is no One Direction. Period. Louis, Liam, Harry, Zayn, and millions of girls all love you to pieces. Including me. I know you said you would date a fan if the right one comes around. But... would you really? I get my hopes up, but then I look in the mirror and ask myself, what he see in me? I'm just another fan.
Love,
Christina
Let me just say people like you are some of the greatest things that ever happened to me. Some people can say to me, "You're the worst person ever." ok. "You deserve to die." ok. "Everybody hates you." ok. "Niall Horan is ugly." YOU BETTER RUN. I still sometimes look in the mirror and realize how disgusted I am with myself. How maybe I deserve the bad things that have happened to me. You shouldn't feel that. Please don't feel that. To some girls you don't matter at all(and that's bull, by the way). But to me? You're my whole world. I know you don't know I exist. I know I'll probably never meet you. But, despite those things, you're always there for me. People don't understand how much you and boys mean to me. They think I'm childish and immature because of that. But I stand my ground. I'm proud to be a Niall girl. Proud. You don't deserve anything those heartless girls to you. Without you, there is no One Direction. Period. Louis, Liam, Harry, Zayn, and millions of girls all love you to pieces. Including me. I know you said you would date a fan if the right one comes around. But... would you really? I get my hopes up, but then I look in the mirror and ask myself, what he see in me? I'm just another fan.
Love,
Christina
Sunday, August 11, 2013
Saturday, August 10, 2013
Niall Horan Imagine for Macey
I walked into cheerleading practice in my blue and white uniform. The skirt was a little short for my liking, but you know. Don't want to get kicked off the squad.
The football team was practicing nearby. I looked over at Niall Horan, the head of the team. He's been my crush since grade school.
"Willington! Front and center!" Coach yelled, snapping me out of my thoughts. I tore my gaze away from Niall, looking so hot in that sweaty uniform... like OH. MY. GOD. He looked so sexy in that uniform, sticking to his perfect muscles... I can literally feel myself drooling.
I walked over to the squad and set my bag down, preparing to do the lift and the jump. Once I was in the air, I realized the girls weren't there to catch me.
But I still fell into two strong arms, holding me bridal style. And as soon as I looked into those sparkling blue eyes behind the helmet, I knew, right there, that I was falling hard for Niall.
"Hi, Macey," he said smiling, that smile that got me every time. I loved it when he said my name, and his Irish accent sent butterflies in my stomach like a bomb.
"Hi Niall," I breathed in amazement. He was so breathtaking, and up close, I felt like I was going to explode into a million pieces. He put me down on my feet, and pulled me closer to him. His arms were wrapped around my waist. I pulled my arms around his neck as he slowly leant forward, washing away all the worries as his soft lips brushed mine. I never wanted this moment to end.
The football team was practicing nearby. I looked over at Niall Horan, the head of the team. He's been my crush since grade school.
"Willington! Front and center!" Coach yelled, snapping me out of my thoughts. I tore my gaze away from Niall, looking so hot in that sweaty uniform... like OH. MY. GOD. He looked so sexy in that uniform, sticking to his perfect muscles... I can literally feel myself drooling.
I walked over to the squad and set my bag down, preparing to do the lift and the jump. Once I was in the air, I realized the girls weren't there to catch me.
But I still fell into two strong arms, holding me bridal style. And as soon as I looked into those sparkling blue eyes behind the helmet, I knew, right there, that I was falling hard for Niall.
"Hi, Macey," he said smiling, that smile that got me every time. I loved it when he said my name, and his Irish accent sent butterflies in my stomach like a bomb.
"Hi Niall," I breathed in amazement. He was so breathtaking, and up close, I felt like I was going to explode into a million pieces. He put me down on my feet, and pulled me closer to him. His arms were wrapped around my waist. I pulled my arms around his neck as he slowly leant forward, washing away all the worries as his soft lips brushed mine. I never wanted this moment to end.
Friday, August 9, 2013
Dear One Direction,
Sometimes, I daydream about meeting you and dating you. Its a wish, really. I know that that'll never happen, deep inside me. I wish that because you're such an inspiration. You're so amazing, and truth is, you're the thing that puts the smile on my face, and that makes me roll on the floor with laughter when I feel like nothing is right in my life. You have dreams, like everybody else in this world. I understand you're not perfect. You make mistakes, and you strengths and weaknesses. Like me. Like everybody.
You've taught me to never give on my dreams, even if you fail the first time. Its okay to be shy sometimes, and to act like a kid sometimes. But that doesn't mean you're immature. It means that you're making the best of your life, and you're treasuring being a kid before you get too old. You should never let people get in the way with what you want to do with your life and who you want to be. You know who you are, and a lot of people don't. You made so many people proud and you put millions of smiles on millions of girls. You stopped scars on arms. And spread laughter and tears, I mean, look at me. In 2043 I'm still going to be crying over Don't Let Me Go. But I won't be the only one. I'll have a family, and I'll "move on" from boybands. But I'll never really move on. Its always there. Fandom never really dies. We never really forget.
Love,
The Real Christina Baker
Sometimes, I daydream about meeting you and dating you. Its a wish, really. I know that that'll never happen, deep inside me. I wish that because you're such an inspiration. You're so amazing, and truth is, you're the thing that puts the smile on my face, and that makes me roll on the floor with laughter when I feel like nothing is right in my life. You have dreams, like everybody else in this world. I understand you're not perfect. You make mistakes, and you strengths and weaknesses. Like me. Like everybody.
You've taught me to never give on my dreams, even if you fail the first time. Its okay to be shy sometimes, and to act like a kid sometimes. But that doesn't mean you're immature. It means that you're making the best of your life, and you're treasuring being a kid before you get too old. You should never let people get in the way with what you want to do with your life and who you want to be. You know who you are, and a lot of people don't. You made so many people proud and you put millions of smiles on millions of girls. You stopped scars on arms. And spread laughter and tears, I mean, look at me. In 2043 I'm still going to be crying over Don't Let Me Go. But I won't be the only one. I'll have a family, and I'll "move on" from boybands. But I'll never really move on. Its always there. Fandom never really dies. We never really forget.
Love,
The Real Christina Baker
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