Votes and comments are like...
fuel for the engine man.
and I got some, so heres a Prezzie.
Also, comments saying which boy you want, for example,
harry, Louis, Niall, Zayn (now i suppose), Or even jack! Or Liam!
Those will get you places.
so far the votes are for Zayn
change it if You dare.
L XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO
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"You wished to speak with me?"
"Yeah, just checking in."
"Oh thank goodness."
"What's going on with ya?"
"Do you want to know everything?"
"Sure, why not."
So I told him, everything. I saw the sun setting in the corner of my eye, as I was talking. We were in the dusty old study, with all it's hardwood bookshelfs, and boat figurines in bottles. I drummed my fingers against the table, as my story was coming to a close.
"And we heard the sound of broken glass, and I didn't get a chance to reply."
"Oh. What were you going to say."
"Umm, you see I wasn't sure. I think, yes?"
"Oh. Say no."
"Why?"
"Because Harry does this with every girl he likes. Every. No joke just before we met you, he was doing this whole thing with... Vanessa. I thought that was done when we dated, but she cheated on me. With Him."
"What? Are we talking about the same Harry?"
"Yeah. Val, just say know. And who knows, if he genuinely likes you, he'll keep trying. Right now, you've got Niall, and Louis... and me. We're all here for you."
"So are Danielle, Liam, and Suze."
"Yeah... what I mean is we're... we're.. here for you... In a different way. Yeah?"
"Yeah, Ok, I get you now." I did before, I just was hoping you didn't mean what I thought you meant.
"By the way..."
"Yeah, ZeMe?"
"That's the saddest nickname ever, VeTe."
"I guess we're bad nicknamers. You were saying?"
"You left your perfume here. And it smells really good."
"I guess you can borrow it sometime, but if you use the whole thing you're buying me a new one."
"Not what I meant. Besides, it smells better on you."
"We should spray each other with it, then see who smells better."
"Daisy by Marc Jacobs isn't my kinda thing."
"Oh right, you like those vintage colognes with the little crowns for bottles."
"Better than old spice"
"Well, just a little. Old spice is so much better than Axe."
"What's wrong with that?" I hold my head in my hands, being dramatic.
"Oh ZeMe, so much to learn in life."
"What?"
"Some people go overboard with it."
"I feel like you're talking about Harry."
"Maybe you're good at this."
"The cologne I wear is called Royall Spice."
"That sounds like a pretentious old spice."
"Spice is the name of that specific scent, theres also Royall Lime, and,"
"I don't care, I'm sorry for insulting your cologne."
"It's ok. As long as I smell good..."
"You do, so I guess in the end, it doesn't matter what it's called."
"I have to go, Liam's made food. Bro's night."
"Ahh ok. Vee Cee mee more Zee Mee?
"Sure thing, Vee Tee. Tootles!"
"That's my line!"
And the screen went blank. I sat there for a moment, and was really happy I had brought the mini daisy bottle.
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