nutella ➢ styles

p a r t xiii

this is late

but ive got tests soon so

dont complain

plus for those haters, if you dislike my book kindly fuck off bc i dont care what you have ti say

thank you very much

love you guys so much

btw thanks for getting me to #9 on fanfic i died literally

i love you so much 

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n i a

this whole feud thing has gone over a week now. its been prank after prank. im surprised none of us has ended at the hospital, oh except for when harry pretended to be in there and when i ran down the stairs, there was a trip wire and i fell.

guess who has the top funniest gif at the moment?

it hasnt been him getting me, oh no. i think im winning so far. for one i dyed his hair green, but wait i also made him go partially bald too. hm, what about the time i threw his clothes out the hotel window for his fans?

im pretty sure im winning, i dont know what the prize is but it better be good. with all this running around, i havent done this much moving since high school.

"niaaa, ohh niaaa" his voice rang through our apartment.

"not now, i need my beauty sleep" i groan rubbing my eyes.

"bitch, you need to go into hibernation" he snickers earning him a punch.

i ignore his insult. "oh were you talking? all i heard was blah blah blah, i'm an asshole"

he rolled his eyes and walked into the room. "shut up, the only smart thing that has escaped your mouth is a dick"

"are you saying i can get some, thanks for the compliment" i pat his back and walking towards my bed. sighing i sat down and just stared at him.

"i would say take a photo because it lasts longer, but i saw all the posters you have of me. i've seen it all nia" he smirks.

i smiled. "right just like i saw your birth certificate, which was an apology from the condom factory"

"fuck up nia, at least ive got good looks" 

"i could wipe all your 'beauty' off with a make-up wipe" i quote beauty

"are you implying i wear make up?"

"sure, but im pretty sure pretty boys like you call it something else" i wink back.

"you called me pretty, awe" he flutters his eyelashes like my little sister does

"you just looked like my little sister, way to go teen heart throb, thats what the ladies love"

"you'd know" he snorts

"of course, dont stress about it though, you dont want more hair falling out right?"

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uh idk how to feel

im kinda off this past month yeah

sorry