Can't Help Falling In Love~A One Direction Fanfic (Niall Horan)

Chapter 6- 'Ramophile Hunt.'

Chapter 6: 'Ramophile Hunt.'

Hello people! Hope you're having a good time! :D

Yeah, so... The goal wasn't completed.... Again..... And it gets awkward.... More Awkward...*Dramatic eye narrowing with dramatic close up on the face #dramallama* But we will still keep goals in hope that one day we will accomplish it...

Buuuuuttt.... (Dat. Ass.)

We are not updating because we cannot wait for a long time.. No! We are updating because:

1.) We got 2 comments. (Completeeeeee! :D)

2.) We got 2 votes. (Not complete...)

3.) We got TWO FREAKING FANS and someone who stopped following us (what did we do wrong...? *sob*) started following us again!! YAY!! :D

So that compensated for the vote thingy...

Anyways, as promised, this chapter is dedicated to hehehe___ !! :D

Happy reading bitchez! :*

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Del's POV

Do I smell something?

Well, right now, I am asleep, but not asleep... Cause I'm awake but asleep and not awake.

'Dude, long story short, you are wide awake but your lazy self refuses to get up or even open your eyes.'

Oh shut up Brain. Like seriously, Shut up! And I'm Dude-ess, not Dude. Get your genders right. Peasant. -.-

Anyways, back to the point, do I smell something?

I started sniffing the air and stretched my limbs to find any source of the fragrance. If anyone was watching me right now, to them, I would look like I was having a dream where I was blind and was being undressed by someone and I'm trying to tell who it is by sniffing them. All this while, I was a dog.

I snapped my eyes open and sat up with a jolt as my fingers curled around something in my hair. I curiously looked at my hand which was now full of a blackish brown and greasy substance..

What in the world is THIS?!

'Dino poop mixed with Royal Dansk?!'

People, don't ever listen to what your Brain says. He's a Genderless- Peasant.

I slowly brought my hand close to my nose and sniffed it. It smells oddly familiar...

I sniffed for a second time. This smells like...

"WHAT THE FUCK?!?! I WILL GET YOU MOLESTED BY A PTERODACTYL UNTILL YOU LOOK LIKE A DISABLED PLATYPUS, YOU HEARTLESS MORON!" I screeched.

All my hair was covered with MERCILESSLY CRUSHED OREOS. Whine. Wail. Loud sob.

Why hair? WHY OREOS?!

I hurriedly got out of bed to-

OUUCHHHHH!!!

BLOODY HELL! What on earth pricks like that?!

I looked all around my room... It was the most dreadful sight one could EVER see. This isn't happening.

"AAAAARRGGGGHHHHHHH! BLOODY RAPIST!!!! MOLESTER!!! PEDOPHILE!!! YOU ARE ABOUT TO DIE!!! I WILL CRUSH YOU TO DEATH LIKE YOU DID TO MY POOR OREOS!!!!"

I looked at the Oreo dead bodies scattered all over my room. Don't worry Oreos, mamma will not let your murderer live on this planet! Or any other planet. Not even in Heaven. Wait, this Rapist cum Molester cum Oreophile, is GOING TO HELL!!!