Niall:
I woke up in my bed, practicing my singing, doing my vocal warmups. When suddenly, I hear a gunshot through glass. I jumped, and it wasn't long until I explored the hotel room I was in.
walking...walking... until.
A fan wearing a One Direction T - shirt, jeans shorts, and pink sunglasses stands in front of me with a gun in her hands. She was a bit too impatient, and super excited about meeting me. She slowly removes her shirt revealing her undending bulges of skin, that most men would be attracted to.
but not me... I was not any man... I was gay and I was proud.
I shielded my eyes, like light exposed to a vampire. I could not let those ENORMOUS slabs of meat blind me from what I really love.
the balls, the balls...
She inched closer, as I backed up and called for Harry.
Harry:
Was this all really necessary, I think to myself, as I walk to the room Niall called me from. I turned the corner to see Niall, and to see something I was not expecting.
Boobs, big ones, especially for a girl of 10 years of age.
"U-uhm,... yes?" I asked Niall, knowing the problem. I almost gagged at the horrific sight in front of my scarred eyes, yet I could not look away. None of the straight boys in the group were awake, so I just tried to come up with something to say, but what could I say? There was nothing left to hide, when puke comes after the sight of a fan's boobs.
I crouched down and puked...
