Living In Harmony || A Dumb Fanfic Moments/Harry Styles Fanfic ||

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Harmony this. Harmony that. Harmony is perfect. Harmony is my life. Harmony is flawless. Harmony ruined my life. Harmony. Harmony. Harmony!

Okay hold up! You mean to tell me that this cliche fanfiction with some whiny girl in a messy bun and a non-existant version of Harry Styles is your life? Are you even hearing yourself? The spelling and grammer isn't even remotely good, yet you glorify an over used plot line that has no character developement, and no morals? Let alone that kind of stuff that happen in the story are so surreal I want to puke! I mean you could at least try to find a better fanfiction to worship. But I guess I can't blame you since Harry is the light of our lives. I'm just saying tho-

My tumblr rant was then cut off by my mum screaming for me to come downstairs in the most obnoxious fashion because someone had knocked over a glass of milk, and of course I was required to clean it. 

Disadvantage number one to being the first to crawl out of the womb. 

Hi. 

My name is Jade and I live in the real world, not in one like fanfiction where getting punched in the face by Dr. Who, or not knowing who the frick frack One Direction is, leads you to eloping with Niall Horan; who was secretly a runaway from Ponyville. 

Gosh I wish. 

Instead I lived the life of your typical American teenager. Divorced parents, spoiled younger siblings, horrible school lunches, to much homework, and wondering if boys actually like girls or that's just a myth to hide the fact that their all their asexual. 

So yeah nothing with orbs, and Kendall Jenner playing a girl who gets bullied. Or was it Lucy Hale? 

"I'm coming! Just a sec!" I shouted back, and quickly began to save my post into a draft for later as I logged out my tumblr.

 the-bananas-are in, a classic username. 

"No! Now!" She shouted back, and I faught the urdge to release a groan that sounded like a dying moose.

 "I'm coming!" I shouted back, with a bit more passionate frustration in my tone as I slammed my laptop shut, and slid off the bed so I could make a quick dash to the crime scene of spilt milk.

 Downstairs my mother had our dog Pepper tucked under her arm, and was attempting to cook scrambled eggs while my brother knelt down next to his milk crying, and my sister stared at her toast like it was posined or something. 

"Hey kid, stop crying and suck those boogeymen back in. I won't have any of that." I said upon entering, and my mom gave me a disapproving look as I grabbed a roll of paper towels out from under the cabinent, and knelt next to him. 

"Here, dry your face before you drown yourself." I said, handing him a bunched up paper towel, and he stuck his tongue out as me as he stood up, and began to wipe away his tear's prior to blowing his nose. 

As he did this I mopped up the slimy milk with another bunch of paper towels. I really didn't see why he couldn't do this himself, but I guess that's part of the perks of being eight. Having everyone wait on you. Both of my siblings were eight actually.