IMAGINE: Niall Horan crawls inside your ear. You tell him to stop, but he is in there.
It's been 3 weeks since the little Irish singer crawled into your ear. The constant "Aye mates" and "Ellos" have drawn you to the brink of suicide.
There you are, at the highest peak of The Great Wall of China. You contemplate your next action, just a second, before plunging into the abyss.
BUT THANK GOODNESS,
Harry styles swoops in, using his voluptuous brown locks to fly himself to you.
He shines like the sun. Like gold.
He urges you to grab onto his hair and he will pull you up. You reach out and grab on, but your fingers slip under fear.
He screams out, "DAH LING! IM COMING FOR YOU!" He does a perfect dive straight into the abyss.
The abyss is like fr fr deep lol.
All the while Niall is holding on tightly. He whispers, "you won't make it out alive, mate." You shut him out.
You spot Harry's green orbs from the darkness. His long hair keeping him up and in flight. "DAH LING!" His strong, inked arms wrap around you as his curly brown hair flies you higher and higher.
Out of the abyss you and your lover go. You ride into the sunset with Harry.
The familiar Irish voice crawls back into your brain
"This isn't the end, mate."