Olly Murs

So… I went to McDonald’s and they just totally messed up my meal, like what the hell is so hard abut taking an order right? I threw a fit for about 20 minutes when I realized it after I got back home again, but still ended up eating it — with a lot of anger. Because let’s be honest, who can not eat McDonald’s when you have it?

“I just got home, I’ve been working for 18 hours, I probably have to go back to the hospital in fifteen minutes, I watched a 7-month-old die in front of me, and I have spit-up and baby snot all over my scrubs–please for the love of god make this fast or important,” her voice cracked as she looked at the other that stopped her.

“it’s gonna be sick! i did mention on twitter i was quite impressed with that training regime you had goin’ mate, could use some of that m’self. mind taking me on? i’m not about to have me arse handed to me by niall’s team.”

“I was just trying to be a nice guy! But now they thought I was a bit too nice which well, it wasn’t my plan. Not at all. I mean maybe I wouldn’t have minded if it happened but I really didn’t know it meant that!”

OLIVER & DYLAN

“Well, thank you for taking them all inside for us. I wish I could have helped. I owe you big time, okay, and I have an idea of how I can make it up to you.” Licking her lips, she cleared her throats and let a smile wash across her face, “This is why you are the best dad in the world. He’s very lucky to have you.” Dylan’s eyes drifted down to the hand on her belly, smiling slightly as she felt Vicky starting to move. Taking Olly’s hand she guided it over to where the movement was, “She always lights up when you’re around.” Humming she laughed slightly, “I’ll try to go easy on your hand if you promise not to disappear and leave right after the birth,” she winked at him to let him know she was joking. Though it was a sore subject the idea of giving birth again brought up what happened after Drew’s birth. Dylan knew that Olly would never do what Amy did, but joking about it was really the only way Dylan knew as far as coping with what she felt went. 

“woah woah woah!! don’t come around the corner, alright? i’m not decent, hold on for a second while i get m’kit on. christ, there’s enough surveillance goin’ on in this show without everyone else doin’ peeping of their own. what’s up, anyway – or are ya lost?”

 ❛ this is a new house, at least to me, so who wants to christen it by building a blanket fort and doing jello shots inside of it ? ❜

“So the meaning of Netflix and chill is not actually Netflix and chill? Why did no one inform me of this before I was slapped in the face?”

I almost considered spending my first day here exploring and whatnot, but with life being so busy lately I think all I need to do is lay on the beach, have a drink and relax. If anyone wants to join me, feel free.

“Does that mean the title of World’s Worst Sense of Direction is no longer mine? I’m not sure if I will fight you to get that one back actually, you can keep it. I was thinking we could make our way into the best room in the house and do just that.”

“Why is there no fireball in the bar? I’m going to throw a glass at one of the producers of this shit.”

“I was gonna say sorry I’m getting in a day late… but I’m not really that sorry. I would have been here yesterday with y’all but somebody else decided it was her time to make her grand entrance into the world. I think I’m in for a handful when she’s making such big entrances from the start. Especially if she’s anything like her auntie’s and grandma. And yes – I know I look like shit right now. Don’t remind me.”

“Is it bad how glad I am to be away from my roommates back home? It’s not like I hate them or anything but you know…change of scenery and everything.”

“Too much stimulation at once is a bad thing, especially when you’re 8 months pregnant and moving across the world yet again,” Dylan stated with a small laugh, “My baby sister had a baby yesterday, so of course I was crying joy over that. Then we moved which was awesome because I get to be close to my sisters and to be close to everyone else, but moving is a lot of work. Mainly for Olly though, he did most of the lifting thankfully. I just carried around my son because he’s getting so antsy because he knows that his mom’s having another baby. He’s cute though, he keeps kissing my stomach and saying hi to his little sister. –So all of this is going on and I had to run to the store and this older lady stopped me while I was shopping and scolded me because my son’s nails were painted red? Like, I was painting my nails and he came up and he wanted his painted too so I was like what the hell, why not? What’s so bad about a boy wearing nail polish? Then she told me that I shouldn’t be having any more kids if that’s how I was going to raise them. I was two seconds away from going into a rant to her about how gender normative she was being and how toxic it would be to raise my son in society’s view of masculinity when everything is socially constructed and over all just BS because gender is fluid. Only when I opened my mouth to start, I literally just started crying. Full on weeping as I just wheeled my cart away.” Laughing again, Dylan shook her head, “Too much stimulation is not a good thing, I swear by it. “–Anyway, how are you settling in? Do you need help with anything?” 

“Every single time I think I’m done with this show I somehow get pulled back in. I blame the Lovato’s and their extremely cute kids for this. Now can you please point me in the direction of the nearest one so I can love on them.”

“Well I made it to the house and I didn’t even have to use Google Maps! Well… not after a certain… oh who am I kidding? I got lost just going to my room.” 

“Has anybody seen a furry blue thing with eight legs scurrying around anywhere?”