"Goodnight mom!" I said as I kissed my mom on the cheek.
"Goodnight my darling. Don't stay up too late watching One Direction videos like you did last time!" she laughed as she hugged me and went into her room.
It was only 10:30pm, I don't understand why she treats me like a little kid. I just turned 12 so I'm practically almost technically an adult now. Little does she know that I'm actually going to stay up until 11pm tonight. I love being a rebel.
I went up to my room and sat down on my summer One Direction blanket on my bed. I can't wait until fall comes around so I can switch out my summer One Direction blanket with my fall one. Thats my favorite one.
I open up my pink barbie laptop and go straight to youtube. I click on one of the recommended videos waiting for me and 30 minutes and 26 One Direction videos later i find myself logging into twitter to see vas happenin in the One Direction fandom.
Louis is going to be a dad? I read article after article and tweet after tweet, all saying how Louis is expecting a baby. "But Larry is my OTP!!!1!" I say to myself. They can't die. This isnt real.
I must do something. I need to keep Larry's spirit alive. I need everyone to believe in Larry. Larry is real. Laryy. Larry. LArry!!! LaaaRYTYYY LARRY
So I began to type up a tweet. It read:
@1dfxckmeharrymakemecum123: Larry is real and no amount of rumors can change that!
But then I stopped typing because I got an idea. If rumors can make people think Larry is dead, then maybe rumors can make people think its real.
Thats it! But wait - if people are so quick to believe everything they fucking read, maybe I can write my own story and cause the fandom to nearly explode and then I can take over the world.
I know what I must do.
I sign out of twitter. I go to the sign up page. I need a new username.
I smile to myself as I type in wellingtonproof and click sign up.
