One Direction Funny Imagines Novels & Stories

Raze said wiping her tears again. “Hey, sorry to bother you two,” Daemon said coming into the room. “Speaking of the devil,” Raze chuckled making her giggle. Daemon looked at them confused then shook his head, “Anyway, um, Little One ate five chicken nuggets and some fries and drank all her apple juice. Can she have that ice cream now?” “Chocolate chip cookie dough?” Raze asked and Daemon smirked. “Oh, she’s why that’s the only flavor you will eat,” He chuckled. “Go figure.”

The first song was ‘Live while we’re young’ by One Direction. I know it’s weird but I fucking love the song. “Let’s go crazy, crazy Till we see the sun I know we only met but let’s pretend it’s love And never never never stop for anyone Tonight let’s get some and live while we’re young.” I sang along to them. Camilla laughed at me real hard. “Damn! Bad boy Ballo is a directioner.” I rolled my eyes at her. “I like one song. That hardly makes me hard of the fandom.” I argued.

Gigi giggled. "Well, I would show you my tattoo but it is located in a private place, but you can play with your imagination, I swear to God I have it." It was true. Liz had a One Direction tattoo on her ribs, she did it a night when she was drunk and thought it was the funniest thing ever. No-one stopped her, not even Jayla said a thing, and she was the most responsible of them all.

Another vibration in her hand alerted her of another message. From Lucas: Hi :-) She giggled to herself at the weird smiley face. From the corner of her eye, Eddie gave her a weird look but didn't say anything. To Lucas: Hellooo! "Is that Lucas you're talking to?" Eddie said from beside her. She hummed, distracted as she sent a funny picture of a dog with a beard. "He's kind of scary isn't he? Look. He's just glaring at me now." Ava put her phone away and looked to see that he was right and her mate was glaring daggers at the guy sitting next to her. She waved her hand dismissively. "He's always like that."

"You said that about the last three choices. Why are you even paying attention, Carson?" The answer was quick, "Of course I am." "I just... I trust your judgment, that's all." Although Margaret liked the answer, Carson's mom looked worried at him. "Hey, dear, are you feeling okay? You seem to be off-task." Carson tried hard to smile. "No problem, Mom. Something about having too many options, I guess. The day went on, and Carson felt like he was going to drown. Everyone's smile and laugh seemed fake. He kept picturing Alice and wondered what she was up to and whether she was okay. He felt awful inside because of his guilt.

“Oh my, look at those kids. They’re so in love!” “The girl is gorgeous, and the guy is handsome too!” “I wish my daughter had a cute boyfriend like him. Too bad she never leaves the house. She won’t even find an ugly one, let alone a handsome one.” Their voices faded as they walked away. I froze in place. Camelia had said she was busy… Why was Grayson here, then? Confusion churned inside me. Then, the answer came. At around 3:00 pm, Grayson posted new photos on his social media. It was a nine-grid collage. He was wearing a white suit. His pale skin was smooth and luminous under the light.

"Don't know what for, you're turning heads when you walk through the doo-or-or." "Hey, it's One Direction." She smiled dreamily. "Don't need make-up, to cover up. Being the way that you are is eno-ug-ugh. Everyone else in the room can see it, everyone else but you." She was already dozing off. He looked at her and smiled.

John Ortega gets bored enough to allow Andy Rogers to connect his phone to the aux. Steal My Girl by One Direction blasts through the speakers. More than half of the students in the bus begin to sing along as Andy Rogers pulls his mate; Joan Vasquez, to her feet, and they dance and sing together like two couples performing on stage. They’re wearing matching t-shirts that say ‘If lost please return to Joan’ on Andy’s and ‘I’m Joan’ on Joan’s. It’s cliche and cheesy, but cute nevertheless.

He was reminding me of that embarrassing memory of me going crazy on ‘Imagination’ by Foster the People. “I can’t be doing that here,” I whispered the obvious. “No shit,” he scoffed and I made a deadpan face at him which made him laugh. “You won’t have to do anything, just follow my lead, we’ll be dancing slowly, basically vibing to the song,”