Blaze (Punk5sos FF) +1D

Hello London, WHAT!!??!!

Blaze’s POV -*- 

“Hello world, I don’t know if all of you saw my tweet about flying to London on Friday the 13th but yeah its Friday although it’s obviously not the 13th, that’s next month, it’s the 23rd silly’s, anyways I wasn’t kidding and right now you can probably see the seats on the private jet” I spoke excitedly into the camcorder lying in my palm.

 “Uncle SI, say hi to my people” I address him only to be met with heavy snores

“Oh, well… then never mind” I turn from my window seat on the boring poop tan jet to find Michael talking everyone else’s ears off and I decide to take out my remaining ear bud and turn off the blasting melody of thrift shop by Mackle More.

I turn off the camera after bidding my people a farewell and telling them I would see them in London, after doing so I tune into their conversation to find that because of the roaring laughter my uncle had woken up and was telling the rest of the gang about some boys named Larry, Hiall, Ziam, Layn and Nouis. I know right, weird ass names.

 Once Uncle SI notices my eyes and ears situated on them he perks up and suddenly becomes visually nervous and I know this is not a good sign, I mean do you know who he is? My uncle doesn’t get nervous he only has twice before and that was only both times him telling me the world’s most horrible news, (Although I’m over it now of coarse) when mine and his mum died (Separately) and both times he got stuck with telling me because my AT- I mean dad wasn’t in the country and who am I kidding he is an ATM.

Anyways, by now the others have noticed his nervous state and we all know something bad is about to happen, with the tension so thick in the air by now that I’m pretty sure you would need a lot more that a knife to pierce through it or in this case a cough and clearing of someone’s throat. Uncle SI’s throat.

“Now, I know your not going to like what I’m about to say because a few moments ago it was made clear to me your hatred towards one direction-“

Ahhh One Erection or as I like to call them ‘Quiff man and the pimps’ I have hated them since 2010 when they were formed and looked like lesbian emos. Although I must admit puberty has done them well, I still hate them. By now my thoughts were so jumbled up I was completely blocking out SI, although if its anything to do with them, its not important and it certainly shouldn’t nor does it, involve m-

“BLAZE! Do you understand?” SI yelling my name interrupted my thoughts.

“Huh? Whah? Oh, yeah yeah, got it” I don’t really care what he was talking about but I guess I’ll find out sooner or later.

“You’re not mad? I mean I thought you would have been I mean we were given a heads up and you hate them so much….” Luke rambled on and on for about ten minutes, me of coarse tuning him out until I couldn’t here my self think so I cut off his, at the moment, annoying voice

“OH MY GOSH NO, THE ONLY THING IM MAD ABOUT RIGHT NOW IS YOUR RAMBLING, like seriously how about a cup of SHUT THE FUCK UP” Yeah I know it’s a little harsh but its whatevs, oh yeah the whole ‘How about a cup of shut the fuck up’ thing is kind of my catch phrase so you are probably going to hear me say that a lot.

“SORRY. Sorry, sorry you know how I ramble. Anyways we still have 3 hours left and Mr. Kill Joy A.K.A Uncle Si-“