Name: Niall H. Age:Legal Place: In the bushes (Harry Styles' hair-those on his head your perv.) Fan of: Harry Styles' skinny jeans, Harry Styles' hands, Harry Styles' body, Harry Styles' everything. Also, Anne Cox' son. Occupation: Part-time working at Tesco's and fulltime Fanboy. My name is Niall and I live the life of a fangirl- except, I'm not a girl. I have a flat chest (with hair) and a willy but other than that, I'm kind of the living, walking, breathing embodiment of 99% of the Skyway fandom. I spend about seven hours a day browsing the internet: blogging, scrolling through Twitter and Tumblr, searching for new pictures of my favourite boy(s) in the whole world. I'd probably scream, faint and shit my pants if I'd ever meet Harry Styles though the chance of meeting him is very very slim since he doesn't even notice me on Twitter. Liam follows me and I'm VERY grateful for that but Harry Styles is my dream and everything my heart and body desire. Anyway, if you have a question, let me know. I'm most likely to answer them within three minutes unless I'm at work, sleeping or drooling over my laptop or phone due Harry Styles' sexiness. [Basically, there are still hundreds of Fanboy stories going around on this website and I figured, why not take back what started it all... MY story. I actually deleted it all in the first place because there were a lot off horrible people around trying to hurt me and bring me down. It worked. I decided to delete everything and move on with my actual life. I know about 90% of the people who followed me were the absolute best, supporting me and giving me love but the hurtful things unfortunately always stand out. I am not going to write anything else on this website, just bringing Fanboy back with a slight update. Zayn's out and the name of the best friend has changed. There are still mistakes because I even quit on the girl who was editing for me and I haven't been feeling like doing it myself, sorry.]

COMPLETED | "But it tears me up inside because she doesn't even know I exist."

in which a girl with an unhealthy love for starbursts and a boy whose hair has been accidentally dyed purple meet at a pharmacy and end up trapped

If it wasn't for one faulty clasp, Jack Barakat and Alex Gaskarth would have been nothing more than another one night stand to each other. If Jack hadn't been rushing to college, they never would have met properly in the daylight. If Alex hadn’t had to get to work early, they never would have fallen for one another. If the pendant hadn’t caught the light, they never would have torn each other apart. But on that day, late January, that seemingly insignificant piece of metal did break. Jack was late. Alex was forced to be early. The sun shone at the right angle. And that made all the difference.

Alex Gaskarth was a hot fucking mess when his girlfriend, Sammy, left him. His bandmates tried anything and everything they could think of to pull him out of his deep, depressing mood to no avail. Finally, his best friend Jack came up with an idea: Why not hire a new girlfriend, just to get Alex back on his feet? Enter The Hustler, the epitome of Alex's perfect girlfriend, who is only given one rule: Never, ever tell anyone she's paid.

Picture this: You just got fired from your 10th job, you're on your way home with the radio on, and a certain song starts playing. Amazing, right? What if I told you that you wrote that song? And, for some reason, One Direction is singing it? [cover insp @-voidallison]

"You have a problem with falling, don't you?" "You have no idea." Cover by LilacLucas

In which a boy and a girl of polar opposites begin to connect over vinyls, cassettes, roller discos and dancing on the roof during the 90's.

alright, students. your final project is due a month from today. i'd like you to take a picture of the most beautiful thing you can find.