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njh

Niall James Horan was so 5SOS af he couldn't function.

His favourite was Ashton, and he was a fanboy.

He tweeted them, read fanfiction, and even blogged about them.

He had posters in his room, and was basically every fangirl's dream husband (he was pretty hot too, real talk here.) .

What made him so attractive?

What made him so likeable, no matter how much of a dork he was?

His happiess.

Because he legitimatly radiated happiness, even through a screen.

Espicially, to his favourite depressed blogger, Louis Tomlinson.

Niall pursed his lips, scrolling down on the comments of the porn he was watching (hey, he had needs too), because he was bored, and there were always horribly filthy animals down there, he found it kind of amusing. "Hmm, who's this?" He clicked on this guy's profile.

ZJM? Who the fuck names their child ZJM?

Oh wait, stupid, it's a nickname.

His bio was quite . . . intruiguing to say the least: z.j.m

hot,

single,

horny,

my kik is hottestperson2k15, laters baby x :)

The damn smiley. Niall laughed to himself, and since his curiosity got the best of him, he searched up the Kik. It wouldn't hurt, right? It's just another horny guy, nothing you didn't see on Omegle on a daily basis.

niall.irwin: hey i found your kik u seem v v  v horny have you considered getting a girlfriend to help with that js

Niall figured that was a retweet worthy first text, put down his phone, and went to sleep. It was 4 A.M, and he had his shitty job at The Skate Place tomorrow starting at noon.