Harry: With a sleepy yawn, you open up your laptop to check your e-mail, only to find its been left open on a tumblr dashboard. Noticing the lack of hot guys and nail polish, you realize it's totally not your Dashboard. Someone must've used your laptop to go on tumblr and not signed out! But who's used your laptop? Only one person--Harry! Harry's got a tumblr? With amusement, you scroll through his blog, he's got all kinds of hipster photos and cute quotes and even some audio posts of his favorite bands. It's very Harry. You're still poring through his blog when ten minutes later you feel him wrap his arms around you from behind. "I'm guessing you found my blog?" he laughs, kissing your cheek. "Oh, I did. You should be more careful about hiding it, you know how the fans are like the FBI," you reply with a smirk. "I know, I know. Maybe I wanted you to find it," he says, watching you scroll through. "You know what's funny, though? I'm actually already following you on my personal. Following Harry Styles and I didn't even know it," you muse. "You and about 3,000 other people!" he laughs. "Three thousand? Dude! We have to promo for promo, help a brotha out," you joke. "Hm...maybe...how about promo for a kiss?" You give him a quick kiss and then smile as he creates a new post promo-ing your tumblr. Fab.
Liam: "Aw, this is so cute! Look at this edit a fan made of me!" Liam wiggles his laptop screen and shows you an edit of him as Spiderman. "Oooh, you look hot. You should wear a Spiderman costume," you reply. "Maybe for you," he counters with a spark of cheekiness. "Ooh! Look! Someone made an edit of you and I together! That's so nice of them," he says again, showing you another from his screen. "Li--where are you finding all these from?" you ask, eyebrows furrowed. "Oh, just this website thing called 'Tumblr'," he shrugs. "Tumblr? You have a tumblr?" you exclaim. "Yeah..." he replies, clicking to his page and showing you the screen. With a smile, you scroll through his blog--he's reblogged all kinds of edits and stuff of you and him adding comments like "this is so good!" or "great job!", what an adorable loser! "Aww, Li, you are adorable! How did the fans not find out about this yet?" you ask. "I'm like a secret agent, they'll never find out it's me!" he replies, laughing.
Niall: "Oh my God, Niall!" you motion for him to come over and he sits down next to you. "What's up, Princess? You point to the tumblr you'd just found. "This blog looks like something you'd love, it's all food and sports!" He looks at the blog and a flash of recognition passes over his face before he starts laughing. "What's so funny? This blog is literally like made for you--" you begin. "The blog wasn't made FOR me, it was made BY me," he answers. You nudge his arm playfully and roll your eyes. "I can't believe you've had a tumblr all this time and didn't tell me!" you tell him. "Well, you had a tumblr before you met me and you didn't tell me until I found it, Miss. 'fuckmesenselessniall.tumblr.com'," he teases, kissing your forehead. You blush slightly, recalling your 'provocative' url. "Ay, at least my URL was creative, your url is silly it's just 'foodandfifa'," you retort with a smile. "Well, I'm sure 'fuckmesenseless(Y/N)' was probably taken," he jokes back.
Zayn: "Zayn? What are you doing?" you look over to where he's been on his laptop for the past twenty minutes. "Huh?" he looks up and shrugs. "Oh, you know just on twitter..tumblr..." he replies. "Tumblr? You're on TUMBLR?" you say excitedly, jumping over and sitting next to him. "Well, yeah, it's kind of..secret..." he mumbles, minimizing the screen quickly. "Zayn--you saw my old, highly embarrassing tumblr, I won't tell anyone about yours, promise!" you argue, looking at him with your best puppy dog eyes. "Okay, okay. But don't laugh," he quips, bringing the screen back on. You almost burst out laughing at how cliche hipster his tumblr is--galaxy background, reblogged pictures of cameras and tattoos and hipster glasses. "I'm actually not all that surprised," you admit, scrolling through. "I guess I'm most surprised at the fact the fans haven't found it yet." He nods. "And I hope they never will! It's nice to have somewhere where I'm not being judged on every move, you know?" You nod, thinking of your own private tumblr that you'd made recently. "Hey, Zayn? I've got a private tumblr, too," you confess, typing in your own URL. No secrets.
Louis: "Someone just followed me on tumblr called 'iamablueberrynamedstan'," you tell Louis, bursting out into laughter. Louis raises an eyebrow knowingly. "What a clever and hilariously thought out URL," he exclaims, looking over his laptop screen. You nod and click on this person's blog where it's got all kinds of hilarious gifs and photos posted, but the thing that catches your eye is the top text post "HEY (Y/N) I SEE YOU xx" You quickly look up to see Louis watching you intently with a laugh. "Lou! You totally are 'iamablueberrynamedstan', aren't you?" you inquire, sticking out your tongue. "I am, I am," he announces, grinning. "Why the heck is that your URL, your name isn't Stan!" you chuckle, tossing a pillow at him. "I have to be incognito, plus Stan helped me set it up and he helped with the URL," he tells you with a wink. "Incognito? Well, no one's ever going to figure out that the all-famous Louis Tomlinson's URL is something as weird as that one," you agree. You click on the next page of his tumblr and let out another round of laughter. He totally reblogged a post that says "Reblog if you think fans should top giving Louis Tomlinson carrots". Oh, Lou.
