When I was little, I always dreamt of being kidnapped by the boy I'd later fall in love with. That may sound creepy and odd, but to me, I thought it was so romantic. This wasn't what I meant, though. I did NOT want to be taken by One Direction, I hate their guts and pretty faces. I did NOT want to fall for the blonde Irish one. I just wanted to be normal and I want to hate One Direction. But sometimes, things just happen whether you like it or not.
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One Direction Preferences are all the same... NOPE! This will include short stories to make you cry, smile, and laugh! These are from my crazy weirdo imagination and dreams, making your heart swell about your favorite boys.