macey horan, at your service.

4th August 2014

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Dave Grohl really understands me.


Dave Grohl really understands me.

4th August 2014

Photoset reblogged from just be here with me


AU: Michael Clifford is slightly whipped over his slightly punk-rock girlfriend, Y/N.

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4th August 2014

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I wish that I could wake up with amnesia….and forget about how 1d and 5sos have ruined my life.

4th August 2014

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AU MEME P.1: All the 5SOS boys are really in love with you, and they try to do everything to steal your heart, and impress you. 

AU MEME P.2: You talked to Luke more and began falling for him more. And he gave you hints that he liked you. And you did too




-Kelly :] x

28th July 2014


One Direction Preferences: How he is when he’s high (harry & niall)


Harry would be the “jokey” pot smoker. He’d laugh at everything, and talk nonsense. He would be very confusing but would seem sure of whatever he was saying, like it was some inside joke of his. He would be amusing to watch, and just so carefree.


Niall would be a big cuddly teddy bear when he’s high. All he would want to do would be to cuddle with someone, no matter who it is. He’d be very gentle, playing with your hair or just rubbing your skin. Niall would probably get very sleepy when he’s high, too.

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26th July 2014

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25th July 2014

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25th July 2014


5 Seconds of Summer Preference #1: You tell him you’re pregnant


I had been avoiding Luke for the past two weeks. My period was late, so I took a pregnancy test. Within a split second my whole life changed forever, as did Luke’s. I was really depressed, and wasn’t sure how to tell him. But he had found me crying too many times and knew something was up.

“(Y/N)?” I heard him call my name as he slowly opened the bathroom door.

He crouched down beside me and hugged me.

“I have to tell you,” I managed to say through my sobs.

“Tell me what?” he pulled away slightly so he could see my face.

“Luke,” I started. “don’t break up with me.”

He got a confused look on his face, “What?”

I tried to find the words to say, but it was quite difficult trying to get them to come out.

“Did you..cheat or something?” he asked, looking hurt.

“What? Luke, no, I’m pregnant!” I shouted at him.

His facial expression went blank. I was pleading with him to get him to say something, but he looked as if he was unconscious, and his mind was on other things.

After a few minutes of silence, he finally spoke, “Are you sure you are pregnant?”

I looked down and mumbled, “Yes.”

He sighed and rubbed his face with his large hands.

“I need a minute,” he stood up and walked out of the cold bathroom.

He left me alone, just as I feared he would.

It had been almost two hours since Luke left, and I didn’t think he would be coming back. I saw the look on his face, and it haunted me. He looked lifeless, drained. It broke me to know that I caused this.

Just as I was giving up hope, I heard him walk into our shared bedroom.

He sat down on the bed next to me.

“Hey,” he said, resting his elbows on his knees.

“Hi,” I said in a soft voice.

He sat up and looked at me, “I’m sorry for just leaving like that earlier. It just took me by surprise. A million things were running through my mind, like how this was going to affect my life, your life, our families lives, our relationship, and..”

He took a shaky breath and I rested my hand on his knee to keep it from bobbing up and down.

“(Y/N), I love you, so much,” he took my hand into his. “and I understand how scared you are, because I’m scared, too. But I am not going to leave you alone through this. OK? I promise.”

He kissed both of my hands.

“This is just going to take time, it’s something we’ll both have to get used to. But it’ll be alright.”


“Hey, babe,” Ashton walked into the restaurant with the biggest smile on his face.

I stood up to greet him, upset that my mood apparently didn’t match up to his.

“Sorry I’m late,” he said as we sat down. “We just couldn’t get the last few chords to our new song to match up and-“

He looked at me with a puzzled expression, “What’s wrong?”

He leaned over the table closer to me.

“What?” I asked.

“You seem upset,” he said worriedly as he grabbed my hand from across the table. “Did something happen?”

“Um..kind of?” I barely managed out as I broke my composure by letting a tear stream down my cheek.

“Hi, I’m Whitney and I’ll be your server today,” our waitress came to the table at the worst possible time. “What would you like to drink?”

“We’ll actually be right back,” Ashton said and quickly walked both of us out of the restaurant.

“(Y/N),” he said as he engulfed me in a hug.

He waited a few minutes, letting me calm down before speaking into my hair, “Baby, you can tell me.”

“I’m afraid you’ll hate me,” I whined into his chest.

He pulled away from me, “I could never hate you. Just tell me what’s gotten you so upset.”

I took a deep breath, “Ash, I’m pregnant.”

“You’re what?” Ashton asked.

“Please, don’t leave me,” I sobbed and clung to his shirt, thinking he was just going to run away from this like I wished I could have done. “I can’t do this alone, I, I don’t know what to do, Ashton, oh my-“

“(Y/N), (Y/N),” Ashton grabbed my arms to keep me standing. “Calm down, you don’t need to be getting all worked up. And I’m not gonna leave you, it’s just..”

He was silent for a while as we stood along the brick wall of the restaurant.

“Listen, it’s not the worst thing in the world,” he began, facing me. “We are pretty young, but I think we can manage. We’ll be ok.”

He kissed my head and I hugged him, thanking God that Ashton was such an understanding boyfriend.


I heard Michael and Luke’s voices as they neared the dressing room after the show they just performed.

“(Y/N), you will never believe what just happened,” Michael came in laughing.

I tried my best to smile and act interested in the story he was telling about how he and Luke pulled down Calum’s pants on stage, but I had other, more important things on my mind. Like the fact that I was pregnant.

I was three weeks late on my period, so I had gotten a few pregnancy tests at a gas station we stopped at on the way to the stadium, and took them all while the boys were on stage.

Every single one lit up with a green plus sign that would be forever burned into my memory.

“Hey, uh, Luke, could you give us a minute?” Michael said.

“Oh, yeah, sure, see you later, mate,” Luke exited the room.

My throat got dry and my stomach churned being alone in the room with Michael, because now I had to tell him.

“Hey,” he crouched before me as I sat on the couch. “What’s up? I can tell something’s bothering you.”

I licked my lips and tried to speak, but it just came out as a round of hoarse attempts.

“Woah, I think you’re sick,” Michael said, believing that was the reason I was so upset. “Maybe we can get you some medicine to make you feel better. And we can cuddle aaalllll night and you’ll be good as new.”

He hugged me and kissed my neck, trying to get me to laugh.

I smiled lightly at him.

 “Medicine can’t fix this,” I whispered, letting a tear roll down my cheek. “And neither can all the cuddles in the world.”

Michael’s face turned serious, which doesn’t happen very often.

He turned my face towards his, them being only inches apart.

“Tell me,” he breathed.

I took in a shaky breath, “I’m, um, pregnant.”

I looked away from him and I felt him get up from his sitting position.

He was pacing the floor.

“What?” he almost shouted. “But we were always so careful! You’re on the pill, I thought everything was working fine!”

“Me too,” I stood up. “What do you think I did, plan this?”

“No!” he said. “I did this happen?”

I sighed in defeat, “I don’t know.”

“I mean, did you, uh, take the test right?” he asked.

I looked at him like he was crazy, “Michael, you literally pee on a stick, how could someone screw that up?”

“Ok, ok ok,” he threw his hands up. “Listen, I think we just need to sleep on this, alright? We can..figure this whole thing out tomorrow.”

I nodded and sniffled.

“Come here,” he opened his arms and I walked into them.

“Just know that I’m here, alright? I’ll always be here,” he stated. “For both of you.”


Calum left to go on tour at the worst possible time. I mean, I say that every time he has to leave, but this time it’s serious.

The day after Calum left, I had gone to get my prescription refilled for my birth control. The gynecologist just did a few normal, routine checkups to make sure everything was still working as it should be, so I was worry free.

Until she broke the news to me.

“Erm, Ms. (Y/L/N), are you aware of your current condition?” my doctor asked.

“What?” I sat up and looked at her in the eyes.

“Ms. (Y/L/N), you are four weeks pregnant.”

I had been in a daze for almost twenty four hours now, just sitting in the living room of Calum and I’s apartment.

I thanked God that the birth control pills I was taking while I was unknowingly pregnant didn’t harm the baby, but this was still all so surreal to me.

I hadn’t even thought of telling Calum until my phone rang and it was him.

“Babe, I miss you sooooooo much,” he said, drawing out the ‘o’ in so.

“I miss you, too,” I noticed my voice was hoarse from not talking for so long, and he noticed it, too.

“Are you alright?” he asked.

“No,” I answered blandly.

He sighed, “I know, this is hard for me, too. But remember about my promise? I’m still flying you out to France when we get there, since I know-“

“Calum,” I interrupted him. “it’s not that. I wish it was that’s not. It’s something completely, completely different.”

He was silent for a few moments before he spoke again, “Ok?”

I decided I should just explain to him what had happened.

“So, I went to the doctor yesterday,” I began. “Well, actually the, uh, gynecologist.”

I could feel his eyebrows pushing together from over the phone.

“I went to get my birth control refilled, and she just did all those normal tests they do when you get birth control, and, um,” I paused for a moment trying not to cry.

Calum remained silent, listening to every word I had to say.

“And during those tests, she told me that I was, um,” I paused again and wiped some tears away. “She told me that I’m four weeks pregnant.”

I didn’t hear anything from Calum for what seemed like forever, and I tried my best to keep my sobbing under control.

“I don’t know what to say,” he said after a while.

“Me too,” I agreed.

“I mean, are you alright?” he asked. “And is, uh,”

I bit my lip, “Yes, we’re both fine, physically.”

I heard him sigh, “I guess that’s all that matters.”

I didn’t respond.

“Hey, listen,” I’m going to ask if we can fly you out here in a couple of days, so we can work this out in person. Ok?”

“Ok,” I said, pathetically.

“(Y/N),” Calum said. “I love you. And I’m  not upset and I’m not going anywhere, if that’s what you’re thinking. These things just..happen, and maybe it’s for a reason.”

I sniffled, “I love you, too.”

We stayed silent for a while before Calum was loudly notified by Ashton that they had to be on stage in five minutes.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “But I promise I’ll call you right after the show and we can talk, ok?”

We said our goodbye’s and hung up.

I threw my head back onto the sofa in both relief and newly brought on stress.

How would we tell everyone?

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1st July 2014

Photoset reblogged from one direction


a friendly reminder that they were in a morning tv show here

why cant i woke up looking like a human??

1st July 2014

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