May 2013
14 posts
elouvator:
whats it called when your butt has a pulse
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Preference #4: PART TWO
Help! should i make make part two of the fourth preference in his POV or keep it in hers? I need some help so i can finish writing it!
one-direction-prefs-and-imagines asked: Oh and the third one was AWSOME as well, I just read it and I litteratly have tears in my eyes, keep on writing because I'm in love with them <3
one-direction-prefs-and-imagines asked: Part 2 of pref 4 ? Where hé realises how wrong what he said was ? It was honestly one of my favourite preferences, very well written :)
Anonymous asked: Part 2 of 4??
Anonymous asked: Hey ! How are you? :) I read your 4th pref and it was gooooood ! aha And I was just wondering if you'll write a 2nd part. There! :) xx
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Preference #4: He Compares You to his Ex
Harry: “Oh, c’mon! It’s just a small party at Grimmy’s!” Harry said while trying to pry the book you were reading from your hands. “We’ll just be there a while, please?” he dragged out the please, sounding like a child. “Harry, please, just no. Okay?” you sighed and pulled the book back, flipping it open again. “Why not? Let’s go have some fun!” you closed the book and stared at him, slightly glaring. “No. I said no, Harry.” He glared at you and sighed before saying, “You know what, whatever. I thought I had already broken up with Taylor.” He stood up and walked away from you. It took you a second to react to what he said, but when you did, you raced after him, shouting. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” you asked. He was in the closet, putting on a black button down, getting ready to leave all by himself. “It means you’re no different than her.” He says simply, shrugging his shoulders. You stared at him in shock, wondering why he’d compare you to her. “Well, forgive me for wanting to spend time alone with you.” You whisper, sitting on the bed. “I didn’t realize I reminded you so much of her.” He stopped fumbling with the buttons on his shirt and turned to stare at you. “I, I’m sorry, look, I didn’t-“ he fumbled with his words. “It’s alright, Harry. Just, let me get dressed and I’ll go out to Grimmy’s with you.” You smiled at him and wiped at the tears in your eyes, walking over to the closet and choosing a dress. You held one up to him, asking silently for his approval. He rolled his lips in and gave you a short nod. You started getting dressed and noticed that while you did your makeup, he was smiling sadly at you through the mirror. You smiled back at him and he bit his lip and walked back into the bedroom, leaving you alone to get ready.
Liam: The guys had all planned on going out to a club one night to celebrate the success of their Take Me Home Tour. You had left Liam a while ago to dance with the other girls and you were starting to get tired. You made your way back to the booth they were at and before you reached them, you heard him speaking. “She’s just, you know, I mean she’s great! She really is! But, I don’t know.” You furrowed your brow in confusion, was he talking about you? “What do you mean you don’t know?” you heard Louis ask. “It’s quite simple really. Do you love her?” your breath hitched in your throat. You had never talked about this before, waiting for Liam to answer was making you extremely nervous. “Well, I don’t know, Louis. I mean, I really do enjoy spending time with her, but I don’t. Whenever I’m home it’s like she’s always ignoring me. Finding ways to get away from me. I mean you saw her when we arrived. Dragged Perrie and El off to get drinks and dance. I’ve been home two weeks, that’s fourteen days and I’ve only had her to myself for about 6 of those. It’s not like with Danielle. Danielle was always available to do things with me.” You stayed frozen in your spot. He had never compared you to Danielle before. It was one of your bigger fears, him feeling like Danielle was his better choice. This conversation with was Louis just sort of confirming your thoughts. You walked to rest of the way to the booth and sat yourself on Liam’s lap. He looked surprised but happy. “What’s up, need another drink?” he asks. You shake your head and say, “No, I’m good. I just wanna sit here with you.” You snuggled into his chest and sighed. He grabbed your chin and tilted your face up to kiss your forehead. “Are you okay?” he whispers. You give him a half smile and nod. He smiles back at you, unaware of the fact that you were faking yours. He puts his arms around you and pulls you tightly into his chest again.
Louis: “Babe. Babe. Babe. Babe.” Louis poked at your cheek as he called you. “Babe. Hello? Babe.” He was acting a bit like a whiny child, trying to get your attention. “Babe! Look at me!” he finally half shouts. You sigh and turn to face him, an annoyed expression on your face. “What, Louis?” “Let’s get a puppy,” he says excitedly. You roll your eyes and turn back to your text book. You start taking notes again and he grabs the pen out of your hand, tossing it across the room. You stare at him in disbelief and grab another from your bag, resuming your note taking. This time, Louis snatches your notebook and runs upstairs, away from you. “Hey! Louis! Give it back!” you run after him and see him in the doorway to your bedroom with the book above his head. “Lou, seriously. Give it here!” he shakes his head and says, “Give me a couple of kisses first.” He pouts his lip for a kiss. “Louis, no, just give it here. I need to study for the test! Finals are next week!” He scowls this time and tosses the book at you, making you scramble to catch it. “Fine, there you go. You’re such a killjoy. Like El.” He walks into the bedroom and you stand in the hallway staring at him. “I’m sorry, what did you just say?” you demand hotly, walking after him. “You heard me. Killjoy, spoilsport, wet blanket, like Eleanor,” he glared at you. After staring at him for a few seconds, you put your notebook away and sit on the edge of the bed, trying to think of something to say. You gave up after a few minutes and look at Louis again, “Well, I’m sorry. Uh, let’s do something then?” you ask. He smiles wide, and nods, rushing into the bathroom to get ready, making you feel upset about reminding him of his ex-girlfriend.
Niall: Niall was having the boys over so they could all watch a game of football they had been waiting for. You helped Niall clean the house, make snacks and drag out pillows to make the living room comfortable for when the boys arrived. When they did, they all greeted you and then Niall, who took them in to watch the game. “All right guys, I’m going to go back upstairs and read or something,” you say. “What? Babe, I thought you’d want to watch the game with us!” Niall says. He stands and walks over to you, dragging you back to the couch. “Niall, no thanks. I’d rather go read.” He furrows his brow in confusion and says, “Why?” you shrug your shoulders and simply respond, “I don’t like football. I mean, it’s not my favorite thing to watch.” You stand up again and start walking back up to your room. You ended up staying and reading like you said you would. While you were reading, you decided you’d check on the boys in case they needed anything. You made your way down the stairs quietly and heard Niall talking. “She just seems to not like anything I do. I mean, Amy would watch football with me,” he says. You stop walking and just stare at the back of Niall’s head. Does he really think you don’t have anything in common? That he had more in common with his Ex? You bite your lip and walk in the rest of the way, asking the boys if they need anything. “No thank you, we’re good.” Liam replies. You smile at then and take a seat next to Niall, cuddling into his side. “What are you doing?” he asks. You look at him and reply, “Didn’t you want me to watch the game with you?” “Well, yeah, but I thought you didn’t like it.” You shrug and snuggle into him again, letting him wrap his arms around your shoulders and hug you close for the rest of the game.
Zayn: “But I showed up a bit late and he got all mad and deducted points from my essay,” you say to Zayn, “then he made us get into groups for the story analysis and he put with the bitchiest chick in class.” Zayn looks at you, trying to be interested in what you’re saying. “So when class was dismissed, I tried getting out of there as fast as I could, you know?” Zayn nodded in acknowledgment, letting you know he was listening. “And right as I was about to step out, he calls me back in. Like, seriously, can you believe my bad luck?” you sighed and ran a hand through your hair. Zayn shook his head as he took a sip from his glass of water. “So he kept me behind and just asked me all these questions about why I don’t listen in class, why I’m always late, why I don’t seem dedicated,” you continue. “Mmhmm,” Zayn mumbles. “And I got so tired of him telling me things that I just walked away and out the door, slamming it shut behind me. It was literally my worst day ever.” Zayn looks up at you and was about to say something when you speak up again and say, “Oh! I forgot to tell you about Ashley!” “Enough!” he says, loudly. “Can you just, listen for a second? I’ve been trying to talk to you all night and you won’t quit speaking about yourself! It’s like I’m with Perrie or something!” you were slightly thrown off by his Perrie comment. He would always tell you he loved talking to you because you were a great listener, unlike her, but here he was, comparing you to her. “I’m sorry, what did you want to say?” you ask him. “I was going to tell you that they said it was fine for you to join us on tour for a while while we’re in the states. Aren’t you excited?” he asks, positively grinning. All you could do was grin back and nod, letting him go on and on for the rest of the night, speaking about the tour and how great it would be to have you around. The only thing you did after his outburst was answer only when he asked a question and you kept everything short and to the point from then on.
AUTHORS NOTE: REQUESTS OPEN. SORRY THIS ONE ISN'T TOO GOOD. I've been a bit busy lately since the semester is almost over.
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Preference #1: The sweetest thing he does for you (part 1) (part 2) (part 3)
Preference #2: You Die (His P.O.V.)
Preference #3: Just Give Me A Reason By P!nk Ft. Nate Ruess Inspired
Preference #4: He Compares You to His Ex
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mattyjaybee:
i have two moods: fuck you and fuck me
I had to scroll back up to reblog this because this post spoke to me on an emotional level
April 2013
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llpayne:
petition for one direction to record a studio version of teenage dirtbag.
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March 2013
2 posts
Reblog if you honestly think you're fat. Not just...
wonder-to-the-galaxy:
alltheselittlevoices:
I made this post over seven months ago and to see how many notes it has now…
February 2013
15 posts
damntomlinson:
ok, so for my art class, I have to fill up my sketch book with, well, sketches, but they have to be “unique and have meaning” according to my syllabus.
SO I DECIDED THAT every person that reblogs this will have their url drawn into a literal form in my sketch book for art class. I’ll post the journal pages on here as well and tag you so you can see it :)
Best Valentine's Ever!
My boyfriend and I got into a small argument the other day because he was being a typical guy and not listening to me so I went on a tiny rant about how he always does that and he’s like, “I do too listen! Just you wait.” so I was all confused and I was like, “What does that mean?” so then for Valentine’s he got me the cutest frickin’ bear ever with a...
daisy-teen asked: just give me a reason was fucking perfect!
Anonymous asked: Preference #3 was fucking perfect!
eleunors asked: wow i was scrolling through the One Direction Preferences tag and listening to Give Me A Reason while listening to "Just Give Me Reason" on repeat when i came across your preference inspired by that song haha i'm gonna go read it now xx
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Preference #3: Just Give Me A Reason by P!nk ft....
Harry: “I let you see the parts of me that weren’t all that pretty, and with every touch you fixed them.”
“Don’t! Please don’t go!” you shouted after his retreating figure. He had a duffel bag over his shoulder, hair tucked messily into a beanie. “Why? Why shouldn’t I leave? You refuse to give us a real chance!” he shouts back at you. You ran after him and turned him around to face you. “What!” he...
butthurtbandboys:
a valentines poem for niall horan roses are red grass is greener happy valentines can i touch ur wiener
wolverhumpmenton:
white lips pale face i’ve lost all hope in america’s music taste
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Preference #2: You Die (His POV)
Harry: “This isn’t healthy, Harry. You have to sleep. The doctor said you collapsed from exhaustion. You’re malnourished and dehydrated. You can’t keep this up.” I rolled over in the bed to face Niall who was currently lecturing me. “You don’t understand.” I said, my voice sounding like a whisper. I threw my head back and closed my eyes, taking a deep breath before speaking again. “It’s so...
harrybreathe:
different dick every night
January 2013
2 posts
me when my friends are sad: insert 6 page text here of advice and telling them how perfect they are
them when im sad: oh sorry
December 2012
5 posts
Reblog if you knew who Ed Sheeran was before...
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Hey Guys! Please Read!
Alright, well I know so far I’ve only posted one preference, but I assure you that I have more I’ve worked on. I’ve been busy with school these past few weeks and now that I’m off on break, I’m going to get back into the swing of things!
So by Sunday, expect at least three new preferences. I go off of the order in which I received them and the next three are:
You...
November 2012
12 posts
after Niall gets his braces taken off theres gonna...
Anonymous asked: You should do a shower sex scene & a typical night (to separate requests). Also, just a little note: the theme kinda makes the prefs hard to read. All in all I like these!! :)
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Preference #1: The Sweetest Thing He Does For You...
Louis: “Louis Tomlinson! You will pay for this!” you fell to your knees and picked up pieces of cloth that belonged to a quilt you owned. “I’m sorry, love. I got carried away, I didn’t know it would tear so easily.” He looked really regretful as he apologized for what he did. “But Louis, I told you to put it down. It was never going to survive being used as a tug-a-war toy against 5 boys.” He looked at the pieces of cloth and bent down to help you pick them up. “I know I should’ve listened. And I apologize for not doing so. And I’ll make sure the boys apologize too.” “Louis, it’s not about apologizing. I mean, if you had torn any other blanket it would’ve been fine but I’ve owned this since I was a toddler. It was made by Grandmum for me especially. Look,” you picked up a piece of the quilt that had a heart stitched on that said, “With Love, Nana.” At this point, Louis looked like he had been punched in the gut. “(Y/N), I am so deeply sorry. I really had no idea it was that important to you. Oh gosh, I wish I would’ve just listened instead of being so competitive.” “It’s fine, the damage is done.” You placed all the pieces you picked up in the trash bin and walked out of the room. “(Y/N), you’re going to throw it away?” Louis asked. “Well it’s not like it’s of much use to me in pieces.” You snidely responded. His face fell and he bit his lip, looking at the remains once more before following you out the door to the kitchen. “I’m sorry.” He said once more before hugging you from behind. The next day, you went to throw the trash while Louis was at the studio and you found the bin in your room already empty. “Hmm, alright then.” You thought nothing of it, figuring he had just taken it out himself. The next few days, Louis visited his Mum regularly. Well, regularly isn’t the word, he visited his Mum a lot. Almost every single day for the next two weeks, he was at his Mum’s until very late at night. You began to get irritated when he stood you up for dinner for the second time that week. You waited for him to get home and when he did, you gave him a piece of your mind. “Twice, Louis. Twice! I made dinner and you stood me up again! I could’ve made plans and gone out if I had known you weren’t going to be back early! You’ve always been here when you say you will but these past few weeks you’ve been missing!” “Babe, I was with my Mum. Relax. Besides-“ “No! Louis, I know I sound pathetic for yelling at you for visiting your Mum but you’ve barely spent time with me. You’re either always on tour, or recording. The evenings are times I look forward to, knowing you’ll be here but lately, that hasn’t been the case.” You stormed upstairs to your room and flopped down on the bed. He came in seconds later and draped something over your body. You pulled it to your face to look at it and gasped when you saw your quilt. “Louis, but, I mean, how?” you asked, sitting up and admiring the new looking quilt. “Well, I’ve visited my Mum so she can teach me how to piece it together again. I’m sorry I tore it in the first place, but I took the pieces and sewed it back together. Do you like it?” he asked hopefully. You stared at it and smiled. “I love it Lou. Thank you. I am so sorry I yelled.” “It’s fine. I would’ve been irritated too. Anyway, this square is my favorite.” He pointed to a blue square with a pink heart on it with the words, “With Love, Lou.” You smiled even wider at that and threw your arms around his neck. “Thank you so much! It’s even better than the first.” “You mean it?” he asked with a silly grin. “Of course. This is the sweetest things anyone has ever done for me.” You say and kiss him lightly.
Zayn: “You’re not listening again.” You say as you slouch back in your seat. Zayn turns to look at you and raises his eyebrows questioningly. “I’m sorry, what babe?” he asks. “Zayn, I’ve been going on and on for the past fifteen minutes about how close I am to getting out of the internship and into the actual interviewing portion of the magazine I’ve been at for the last year.” “Really? That’s amazing! So what do you have to do?” you huff and stand up, heading to your bedroom. “Babe! Come back, I’m sorry.” He calls as he follows after you. You turn around to face him when you enter the bedroom. “You always do this! You’re more into what other people say than what your girlfriend is accomplishing.” “That’s not true.” He says. “It’s not, really? Then tell me where they’ve sent me next week as a test to see if I’m ready.” He stares at the ground for a few seconds before looking up at you. You shake your head in disbelief. “Syco, Zayn. I’m going to Syco. I am interviewing Simon and you just sat there texting while I told you about it.” “It was Niall, giving me information that you’d like as well.” He smiles hopefully. “Like?” you ask. “Like the fact that everyone is going out tonight, and that we should go with them because they’re meeting in an hour.” “I don’t want to.” You say and crawl into bed. “What? But babe, it’s only 8, you’re already going to bed?” “Yes. I have to start preparing for this interview.” You turn the light off and don’t even bother worrying about Zayn anymore. When you wake up, you’re alone. Zayn is not by your side and you figured he had gone to record already. You head to work and when you come back, Zayn is home. “Hey babe.” He says, kissing your cheek. You smile, less upset about the argument you had the night before. “You still going next week?” he asks. “Yeah?” you reply, confused. “Great.” The whole week after, Zayn was extremely giddy. The day of the interview even more. You leave for Syco, still confused about Zayn’s behavior. You shrug it off and step into building where you were ushered into a studio. The first thing you see when you step in is balloons hanging everywhere. Dozens upon dozens of balloons floating each with a note attached. You pick one up and read the notecard. “Your favorite color is blue.” Baffled, you read another. “Your favorite movie is Eat, Pray, Love.” You went through card after card that had different facts about you. You walk through the room and pick up a gold balloon. The only gold one in the room. It reads, “I listen.” You instantly feel guilty as you realize that this is all something Zayn set up. “Babe?” you hear behind you. “Zayn?” you look at him and see he has a bouquet of roses in his hands. “I’m sorry I called you a bad listener.” You say, hugging him. “It’s fine, I’m sorry I made you feel like I didn’t listen. Here, I got white roses for you. Your favorite.” You smile once more and kiss him. “Thank you, this is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me.” You say. “Well, I’d like to think I’m quite romantic.” He says. You giggle at his words and kiss him again.
Authors Note: I am still taking requests! please, request request request! Plus, I still have the little contest! If you are my 100th follower, I will write a personal one shot for you with any one of the guys! I don't really do oneshots so this is a big deal! anyway, request!
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Listen Up!
I’ll post part 3 of the preference in a little while. Then I’ll start with the other ones I got requests for.
Anyway, I’m so close to 100 followers already and I just want to say that even though I only do Preferences, my 100TH FOLLOWER WILL GET A PERSONAL ONE SHOT.
so FOLLOW!!!
Anonymous asked: Requesting!!! you die, and its ur first time having sex with him.
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Requests!
Requests are still open!
I’m working on a few but I am taking requests for preferences and if you have an AU meme idea that I could turn into a fanfic if you’d like, I’d be glad to take ideas into consideration.
so REQUEST!
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Preference #1: The Sweetest Thing He Does For You...
Niall: “Straight to the door, got it?” Paul instructs you and the guys as you pull up to the hotel. “No stopping, smile for cameras but don’t stop.” Everyone nodded and got prepared to step out of the van. Except you. You were breathing a little heavier than usual, shaking slightly and had sweaty palms. You absolutely hated crowds. Well, not crowds because the boys could be considered a crowd, you hated mobs. That’s what was going on out there; there was a mob of girls waiting to see the boys. Some hoping they’d catch their eye or even get a smile out of them. “Babe, are you okay?” Niall asks. You nod hesitantly and Niall looks at you like he knows you’re lying. “What’s wrong?” he asks again. “It’s these crowds, Niall. I can’t stand mobs. I, I get nervous.” You let out a shaky breath and he held onto your hand tightly. “We’ll be fine. Come on.” “Are you sure I can hold your hand? I mean, I thought we weren’t telling anyone yet.” “We’re fine babe. They’ll figure I’m just helping, we’re all holding hands in a line.” Sure enough, Liam had a tight grip on Harry’s hand, Harry on Zayn, Zayn on Perrie, Perrie on Louis, Louis on El, El on Niall and Niall and you. The door to the van opens and you’re greeted by the sound of thousands of shrieking fans. Niall’s face drops and you could tell he got a little nervous as well. He held onto you tighter as you began to walk. When you were about halfway to the door, the boys start yelling to go faster. Apparently, a barrier had been broken and security wasn’t able to hold all the fans back. Your hand was ripped out of Niall’s and you got lost in the crowd as you were struggling to keep your balance. You were struggling to stay up on your feet and eventually, you lost the battle with the crowd. You fell to the floor and felt yourself being dug into the concrete. Fans were unknowingly trampling you. You felt your face get scratched up with the floor and your palms got skinned. Your jeans tore at the knees and your ankle was hurt. “(Y/N)!” You heard your name being called. You couldn’t answer though, seeing as though you were being crushed. A few seconds later, although it felt like hours, you felt a path open up and yourself being lifted bridal style in someone’s arms and blacking out.
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Hours later, you were in the hospital, waking up after being drugged up. You didn’t open your eyes but you heard voices in the room. “Are you sure, Niall?” you heard Harry ask. “Definitely, it’s not fair to her. I know your girlfriends were hurt as well but, I mean, look at her. She’s literally broken. All because they don’t know who she is.” He responded. You were confused. What is he going on about? “Alright Niall. We’ll do it as well.”
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When you were finally feeling well, you woke up and were told that you were good to leave the hospital as soon as you’d like. You left with Perrie and Eleanor who took you to the hotel where they urged you to get ready so you can go the boys concert. You reluctantly got dressed and let them take you to the venue. When you got there, Niall looked beyond relieved to see you. “Baby, I’m so glad you’re okay. The show’s gonna be good tonight. You’ll love it.” “Niall, what happened?” you asked. “I’ll explain later. For now, watch the show. Relax.” You nodded and he quickly kissed your lips before hitting the stage. Throughout the whole show, from the front row where you sat, girls stared at you and your damaged face. You didn’t mind though, you knew they were just shocked. Just as the show was about to end, Niall came to the front of the stage and began speaking. “This week, we arrived in town and a person very special to me was trampled by fans. Now, I’m not upset, I know it was accidental because of the fact that I’ve seen regretful tweets saying they’re sorry a friend of ours was trampled. But, I’ll tell you why she’s special to me.” You got nervous and sat straighter in your seat. Was he going to tell everyone? “She’s special because she makes me happy. She’s so fun to be around, great to have a laugh with. She is gorgeous, even all scratched up.” The crowd started getting silent. “She is a great friend, an amazing best friend, and an even better girlfriend. (Y/N), I’m sorry I let go babe.” The boys then started getting ready to sing a song. You didn’t recognize it, it must be new. In the background, a slideshow with pictures of you and Niall and the boys started playing while they sang what Niall said was called “They Don’t Know About Us.”
When they ended the song, you were in tears. You were amazed and you were so happy you no longer had to hide. The girls that stared at you the whole night seemed even happier now knowing they were sitting next to Niall Horan’s girlfriend. At the end of the show, you rushed backstage and flung yourself into Niall’s waiting arms. “I love you so much. That was the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me. Thank you, Niall.” “No problem, love. You’re amazing and I want everyone to know you’re mine.” Your lips met his in a passionate kiss that took your breath away. When you pulled away, the boys all went, “Awww.” Then Harry said, “Good thing you came out, now I can’t get in trouble for posting this adorable picture it on twitter.”
author's note: Sorry it took a while. I am also sorry this one is so long but i couldn't find a way to make it shorter. the last part will be up tomorrow at latest!
Anonymous asked: hi,i have an idea about fanfic. or i dont know, do u write ff ? im not sure haha. anyway, what about a girl who doesn't feel good about herself all the time, she is often insecure, curvy and dates harry. even though it's not harry's ''type', he loves her more than anything. she just isnt that type of model,sexy and atention-seeking girl. - wendy xx thank you:)
