Hi! :) My name is Michaela. I have green eyes and blonde hair. I’m fourteen and I’m very short (4’11”), but sometimes I forget that.. haha

Personalty wise, I’m shy around strangers, but if you get to know me, I can be quite loud. Some say I’m funny, but I don’t believe them.. I love funny people though. If you’re funny, I automatically either have a crush on you or want to be your best friend ;) I love kids and animals! I sing, dance, and act (triple-threat!) and I’m in show choir at my high school (like on Glee). I will probably live near Disneyland one day, because I want to work as a face character there, like as Tinkerbell or one of the princesses. My favorite singer is Ed Sheeran, favorite song is Grade 8. Even though I’m an anglophile; I’m obsessed with everything British. XD That’s a bit about me.. hahah

I ship you with: Louis Tomlinson

How you met: When you met Louis, you were working as a face character in Disney World. You were the face of Rapunzel from Tangled. He brought you his signature book to autograph and as you signed he said, “Feel free to put your real name and number down, too, princess.”

Your song: Never Let Me Go - Lana Del Rey

Your best friend: Niall Horan. He always makes you laugh!

Your first date: Your first date with Louis is rushed. You wanted to see each other before he and the boys left Orlando, so the following night after you had written your number in his signature book, the pair of you were out for dinner and a movie. There wasn’t time to plan much of anything else. It was very low-key, so you were dressed casually. He made you laugh the whole night and by the time the credits rolled on your film - a drama he had forced you to laugh at at inappropriate moments without fail - you were completely sure you were in love. You were addicted; he was so funny and sweet and you couldn’t bear to think that this could be it. He was leaving Orlando and you might not ever see him again.

“Thank you for coming out with me tonight, Michaela,” he said when he had brought you back to your apartment.

You smiled, “No problem, I had so much fun.”

Louis returned your smile, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. Your brow furrowed and you asked him, “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t want to say goodbye now,” he said. “I don’t want to leave. I want to take you out tomorrow night, and the next, and the next. But I can’t. We’ve got tour dates and…”

“It’s fine,” you said quietly. “I understand.”

You had barely finished speaking when he kissed you. It was not a playful kiss, as you had been imagining Louis’ kisses would be all night, but a serious, needful, dare you say lustful thing. The kiss broke and breathlessly you said both goodnight and goodbye. You shut your door before you invited him in and initiated something you would both regret.

When he knocked on your door two months later when his tour had ended, you did invite him in. And you’ve never, ever regretted it, not for a second.

How he kisses you:

How he proposes: You had just been on the most amazing date with Louis and now, it was definitely time for bed. You went up the stairs and changed into your pajamas and brushed your teeth, climbing into bed. Louis followed closely behind, turning the lights off and laying down beside you. He kissed you hard and you felt yourself grow hot, but then he just… stopped. You drew back confused and looked up.

There, on your ceiling spelled out in those tacky glow in the dark stars, were the words, Will you marry me?

You nearly screamed. “Louis!”

He was rummaging in his bedside table and laughing. He pulled out a ring box and handed it to you, and you turned on your lamp, opening it and revealing the ring.

“So?” he asked, still waiting on your answer.

You slipped the ring onto your finger and flicked off the light, turning to kiss your new fiance.

Your wedding theme/dress: You wear this dress at your small, traditional wedding.

Where you settle down: You and Louis settle in the country, near the sea.

Your babies: “Michaela! Michaela, come quick! He’s singing!”

Louis was giving your three year old, Aiden, a bath, while you, who were heavily pregnant with a second boy to be named Noah, relaxed on the sofa. It just wasn’t possible for you to get down on the level of the tub and still get back up. Noah was due any day and in all honesty, a sooner day would be appreciated.

“Michaela!!”

You got up and waddled to the bathroom, finding your son and husband deep in a rousing rendition of some cartoon’s theme song. You laughed and Noah kicked, hard. It looked like there was another singer coming soon.

ship me please!

Hey, I’m Madison. I have long brown hair and I’m 5’8. I’m quiet and shy when i first meet people,but when I get to know people I’m really fun to be around. I’m a great listener and I give great advice. I’m really laid back. I like to go on hikes, watch movies, and hang out with my friends. My sense of style is girly but also laid back. I like to wear dresses and skirts  but, I also like to wear jeans and t-shirts. It kinda just depends on my mood.

Girl names I like:Payton and Taylor Boy names: James and Cameron

I hope this works I had trouble with inserting the pic so im crossing my fingers!

I ship you with: Zayn Malik

How you met: You and Zayn met because of the rain. You were in the city when the bottom fell out and sent you running for shelter. You dashed into the nearest shop, running into someone else with the same idea as you crashed through the door. The smell of coffee filled your nose and you turned to see who it was you had run into. It was Zayn, looking soppy and throughly wet and nothing like himself for it. You laughed at the circumstance, then apologized for hitting him.

“It’s alright,” he said, smiling at you. Your heart skipped. Now that looked like him.

He looked out the window of the shop and the rain first sadly, and then happily. “Looks like we’re both stuck here,” he said.

You nodded, “Looks like.”

He smiled again. “Want to have a coffee with me?”

Naturally, you said yes.

Your song: Birds of a Feather - The Civil Wars

Your best friend: Harry Styles

Your first date: On your first date, Zayn took you to a new city.

“I’ve never been here before, either,” he said nervously. “It’s kind of the point.”

You smiled and took his hand. He was so sweet. He was taking you somewhere new because you, as a couple, were new, and now you would learn each other while learning a new place. He parked and walked about to your door, opening it for you. You stepped out onto a cobbled street and were thankful you had worn flats.

The town was like something from a story book, and a festival was in the works when you arrived. You played the street games (and lost most of them), and ate from the vendors. It was perfect, and at the end of the night there were fireworks, actual fireworks in the sky, as he kissed you for the first time.

How he kisses you:

How he proposes: You and Zayn were having a beach day together, one of your mini vacations where you just slipped off for a day without interruptions. The beach you frequented the most was quiet and secluded and at that moment, it was perfect. The sun was high and bright over head but a sea breeze kept you cool. You reached into your tote and pulled out the book you had brought to read. Beside you Zayn rolled over onto his stomach and you had the suspicion he was going to sleep.

You began to read and when you reached chapter three, a note fell out. You picked it up, smiling. It was Zayn’s handwriting and as you scanned the words, you realized it was a love note. Your cheeks twinged pink, but then the color drained from your face at the last sentence.

To say it all, will you marry me, Madison?

“Zayn…” you said shakily, grabbing his bare shoulder with one hand and barely managing to hold onto the note with the other.

He rolled over to face you and he was all smiles. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the ring.

“So?” he asked, his voice full of laughter at your reaction.

“YES!” you said, dropping the note and kissing him.

Your wedding theme/dress: You have an outdoor wedding with canopies and you wear this dress.

Where you settle down: You and Zayn settle in London.

Your babies: “Madison. Madison I’ve lost James.”

Zayn’s voice was absolutely panicked. You opened your eyes slowly. You were six months pregnant and it seemed like you had only just laid down for a much needed nap when your husband had come into your room talking about having lost your five year old. Zayn followed you explaining how he had already checked all the usual spots but there was still no James to be found.

“He couldn’t have gotten out of the house, could he?” Zayn asked suddenly.

Your heart skipped a beat and you dashed to the door, which as still certifiably child locked. Where could he be? From the other room, you heard Zayn hollering his name. Confused and scared, you wandered back through the house. You stopped suddenly when you heard a giggle by the stairs.

No.

Who did that child think he was? Harry Potter?

“I’ve found him, Zayn!” you yelled. Zayn was at your side immediately and you gestured to the cupboard under the stairs. He opened the door and there was your little boy, covered in dust and maybe a few cobwebs and grinning like a little fool.

You couldn’t find it in your heart to be mad.

Change of plans guys! I’m sorry, but no more ships tonight. Going to the hospital. We’re having a baby!

Closing requests now until I can get caught up. Ciao!!

Sorry for the awkward picture, it’s the only one I have on this computer, but anywayy, my name’s Gracie. I have naturally wavy brown hair and brown eyes. I love reading, laughing, and playing volleyball. Me and my friends love messing around and tubing a lot. I play guitar and also model some. I’m very guarded and try not to give my trust out too much from previous experiences. What I look for in a guy is someone who I can be myself with and can love me for who I am. I am attracted to guys who are charming, sweet, but can also be flirty at times…Ship me with a super-increda-detailed ship? If you could message me when it’s up, that would be great! xx

Note from HLB: This submission is detailed instead of super-increda-detailed because the blurb didn’t meet the guidelines and I’m not that creative.

I ship you with: Harry Styles

How you met: You met Harry when the two of you were staying in the same hotel. You just kept meeting each other. Poolside, at the gym, stealing from the hotel’s breakfast. When you met each other in the lobby at 3 AM because both of you were sleepless, you just decided to call it fate.

Your song: Sparks Fly - Taylor Swift

Your best friend: Louis Tomlinson

Your first date: You went ice skating on your first date with Harry. Neither of you were that great at it - or at least pretended not to be - so you held hands and leaned on each other for support. You fell once and as he helped you up, he pulled you in towards him, kissing you. Shortly after that you decided to call skating quits because a group of kids showed up and almost literally skated circles around you. Some of them even had tricks. Feeling a little low because a bunch of seven and eight year olds were more talented than you, the pair of you then went out to commiserate over hot chocolate at a cafe

Ok so these ships are coming slow because tragedy keeps striking and I lose all my work. It’s happened twice, so that’s the delay. But I be steady mobbin yo so they’re coming just be patienttttt :D

Note from HLB: I don’t get mad, I get righteous bro.

I ship you with: Niall Horan

How you met: You met Niall at the theater. It was the midnight premiere of one of those superhero movies and the place was packed. You and your friends arrive a little bit late, so your group had to split up to find seats. You wound up sitting beside Niall, who accidentally knocked your popcorn to the ground when he got up to run to the bathroom before the film started. When he returned, he had bought you another and whispered with you through the whole film.

Your song: Notion - KOL

Your best friend: Tom Daley. You both love the water, and your friendship just kind of grew from there!

Your first date: Niall took you dancing for your first date. Not to a club or anything, no. He took you to a legitimate dance hall. You could hear the big band music from outside, and you looked at him quizzically. He shrugged.

“When I was a kid I was really into swing,” he said. “I thought it would be fun to learn to dance like that, and the first lesson’s free…”

You grinned, “Let’s go.”

Fifteen minutes later, you were almost completely certain that dancing with Niall was the most fun thing you had ever done in your life. He spun you around, your dress flowing with the motion, and played up the moves the instructor was teaching. You were breathless and your cheeks actually hurt from smiling so much. When it was over, you left the dance hall hand in hand.

“We’ve got to do that again,” you gushed.

Niall looked ecstatic, pulling you into him by the hand and kissing you square on the mouth.

How he kisses you:

How he proposes: It was your two year anniversary. You and Niall were on a plane heading for NYC for a little holiday, and you were dressed for comfort. Niall had been nervous the entire flight and you thought it was odd. You had never known him to freak out over a flight before, not ever. You were watching your second film when the intercom buzzed your sound out for an announcement, so you took your headphones out to listen to the loudspeaker.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” the atttendant said, “if you are sitting in seat 12A…”

You froze. You were seat 12A. Everyone in the first class cabin turned to look at you.

“…the man to your right wants to be your husband.”

You turned to your right in shock, and there was Niall grinning like a fool with a diamond ring in hand.

“Will you marry me, Lauren?” he asked.

“Yes!” you squeaked. He laughed and kissed you to the applause of the cabin, slipping the ring onto your finger.

Your wedding theme/dress: You have an outdoor wedding with a barn reception. You wear this dress.

Where you settle down: You and Niall move around often as newlyweds, but eventually end up in Ireland just outside of Dublin.

Your babies: Noah was made of trouble.

“You just wait until your father gets home,” you said. “Sit down and don’t get up, you hear me?”

“Yes, mum,” your six year old said glumly. Your four year old daughter, Elizabeth, giggled.

“You’re in twubble,” she said through her lisp. Her eyes gleamed; Noah had just destroyed her dollhouse pretending to be the Incredible Hulk, so this seemed like pure, sweet justice to her. Noah sat on the sofa looking close to tears and you felt your resolve slipping. He just looked so… sad. Noah was like his father in that respect; there really needed to be some law against Horan men shedding tears. Greg, too, was a sight. Oh god, you were made of something weak. But you couldn’t let him off the hook; Elizabeth’s dollhouse was in pieces.

Niall arrived around ten minutes later and you directed him to where your tearful boy sat on the couch. You hovered near the door as Niall spoke with him, calmly explaining why it was wrong to break his sister’s things, but assuring him that you and he didn’t love him any less. There was a sniffle first, and then a smile and Noah got up to go clean up the mess he had made. Niall stood, finding you still in the doorway.

“I love you,” you said simply and matter-of-fact.

He grinned and pulled you towards him for a kiss. “Love you more.”