"Why the word Songbird?"
"Um, let's see," I nervously chuckle as I think through my answer, "Someone I love deeply used to call me that. They told me that 'I am like a songbird. A beautiful creature who makes the most beautiful music,'" I sigh, as h...
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Fallon and Angela's apartment above!
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"FALLON, get your ass up. We have to be at the store in half an hour! I'm leaving without you if you're not up," Angela yelled outside my door making me pull the blankets over my head, "Fallon, I know you have your blankets pulled over your head. Don't make me come in there."
"Shut up, Angela," I groaned, "I'm awake. I'm coming."
I fucking hate mornings.
This is what I get for living with my boss/best friend. She still bosses me around even when we're not at work. But that's why I love her. She keeps me sane while I drive her insane. I roll out of bed and trudge to my bathroom not wanting to start this day at all.
These past two months have been crazy. We've been getting new shipments at work every day for two weeks straight and had no time to organize anything. Angela and I would go in early at 8am and only come home at 11pm. I didn't even bother eating dinner last night because I was too exhausted to lift the spoon to my mouth.
It's also been 2 months since I heard from Harry. I wasn't surprised though. I knew that he had started his tour right after I left London. Angela has made sure to keep me updated as to where he is even though I told her I didn't care... which was obviously a lie. I didn't bother texting him either. I didn't want to come off all needy and shit. That's the last thing I'd want for him to think.
