I stared into Harry's piercing green orbs. He told me I smelled like tacos. Harry likes tacos.
Liam came over that night. I was surprised to find him here. I always thought he was gay. Then I realised he was here for Harry...
Soon enough the whole gang was here, Liam, Niall, Louis, Harry and Zayn. Naill walked over to me.
"Do you have any Irish in you?" He asked. What a stupid question. I'm a penguin I'm from antactica!
"Course not!" I yelled.
"Well you're about to get some!"
It was a dream come true. No penguin has ever gotten a night like this before. But it all ended too soon.
I saw Harry pull a butcher knife out of his pocket, as Liam fangirled over him in a lovingly gay way.
"H-Harry..." I whispered.
"I'm sorry. You know I love you. But I love tacos more."
He crept closer. I never broke contact with those amazing green orbs.
He held the knife to my neck. His BO smelled of mexican food.
"But do you know what my favourite flavour is?" He asked.
I lay ice cold on the bed, afraid to hear the answer.
"Penguins..."
