Just make some babies already, Haylor: http://ohnotheydidnt.livejournal.com/73883839.html#cutid1
I believe in you (I believe in you). That's a song but also represents my true feelings on this subject. Can you imagine those curly haired freaks running around? Little Fabio Styles or Ricky Styles-Swift. Image if they repopulated the earth with the spawn of Haylor. Can you see it?
Can you imagine the duets? Not just the duets but Brady Bunch style singalongs with all the Styles-Swift clan. Just singing. Singing their hearts out.
Then, the inevitable divorce. "You never listen to me!" screams Taylor. Harry, his British accent softened by years living in Dark Blue Tennessee, says to Taylor, "No, Taylor... No, you never WANT me to listen to you." It's deep. At the same time, little Ricky Styles-Swift and his twin brother, Fabio Styles (not sure why Fabio didn't get half of his parents), start crying and wailing, "FELL IN LOVE WITH A CARELESS MAN'S CAREFUL DAUGHTER."
Harry finishes it, holding to his chest the slender yet calloused hands (guitar player and all) of Taylor, "You were the best thing... that's ever been mine."
AND SCENE.
J
About Me
- Junaberry
- I'm a student from Australia who used to have a lot of time on her hands but doesn't have that much anymore. Now she has other stuff on her hands.
1 comment:
Wow. This must be like one of your dreams come to life, gurl.
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