Listen to Part of Your World from the Little Mermaid
All of the competitors lined up on the beach, braced to begin. Harry, Zayn, Niall, irishly skipping, Louis. Thomas was braced in the digging position, his white shirt nothing more than a torn piece of fabric on his body, as he had saved several deserpate women earlier that day. And Y/N was there with sweaty palms, ready to fight for £5, the price of her freedom.
"Residue.....set....GO!" shouted a mystery announcer, and the competitors set out. Sand flew everywhere! Mainly from Thomas. Liam was constructing an intricate skyscraper using 13 buckets. Harry was making a guitar shaped out of sand. Thomas was digging a large hole as though he were a particularly agitated dog. Y/N was overwhelmed. She didn't think she could compete with these guys' artistic prowess!!
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My parents sold me to one direction for a weatherspoons pitcher
FanfictionHer parents are chavs Y/N got sold for a pitcher because her parents wanted a woowoo on a Friday
