where do your values lie? in the eyes of the public, the voices of your family, or the unconscious pull of your heart's desires?
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lust, limitations, and plenty of entanglement ~ lovelorn
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mature and explicit content!!!
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"Bella you lazy bitch get your arse over here and help me pick a sofa!"
Talia's demands pull me out of my mindless Pinterest scrolling. For fucks sake.
"I'll have you know I'm making a board for our living room right now!" I retort, while hopping off of the couch and following the sounds of T's laugh into the kitchen. She's sitting on a barstool, her currently short brown hair pulled back into a low bun and wearing what I assume is Simon's jumper as she is constantly pulling back the long sleeves to type on her laptop.
"Okay," she starts, "I've got a few options for the main sofa. I was thinking dark green if we wanted to go for a more neutral carpet and coffee table, but if we went for the-"
Her words turn into a jumble in my head as I feel my phone vibrate in the pocket of my loose sweats. Digging my hands through the polyester material, I pull out my phone to see a new message for Harry. Isn't he supposed to be filming right now? Did they finish early? Why don't you just check Bella. Oh, yeah that's probably a good idea.
Octo Bog🐙:
this made me think of u
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Just as I open the message another one follows. It's a screenshot of a tweet. A smile instantly overtakes my face as I type out a reply.
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thats the cutest fucking thing ive ever seen in my life
aren't u filming rn?
Before I can see his reply, I'm shaken out of my otter induced trance by a frustrated Talia.
"Belle come on we need to focus!" She rants, before lowering her gaze down to my phone. "You're texting him aren't you?"
I roll my eyes before trying to defend myself, "Technically he texted me."
Talia groans and I look down to see another message.
yeah im hiding right now
well good luck
and be careful! no more backflipping on prison suicide mats
yes ma'am. u have my word
good, i need a helper since some klutz broke my arm
bee u know im sorry! u told me to stop apologizing this morning!
i hear noises gtg
I stifle a giggle at his excessive apologies. He genuinely felt really bad but his reaction when I bring it up is too good to ignore.
