The rose and the sunflower.
The girl with the golden eyes and the boy with a golden heart.
The girl that believed love was just a fairytale and the boy that believed fairytales are just stories waiting to come true.
'I used to think love was a point...
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merry christmas!! update 2/4
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July 23rd 2020, Vancouver
"Harry! Wake the fuck up!" I jump up and down on my side of the bed to try to get him awake.
"Wha' 'appened?" He mumbles and doesn't move.
"Harry!"
He seems to realise I want him to wake up because his eyes suddenly open and he looks all around until he looks up to see me towering above him. "Georgette!"
"Taylor Swift just fucking announced her eighth fucking album!"
"Didn't you already know about that?"
I stop jumping. "Shut up. I didn't know when, I just knew she was working on something." Now I resume jumping. "She fucking dropped that out of nowhere, I need to go call her right now."
He rubs his eyes, barely registering anything I'm even saying. "Okay, go call her," he says with a yawn.
I kneel on the bed now and lean down to give him a kiss on the cheek. "Also, happy ten years."
"What— Oh, right." He watches me climb off the bed. "Thank you. I should probably go call the boys."
Now on my phone and pulling up Taylor's number, I half-heartedly respond to Harry with a, "Yeah, you definitely should."
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Although the boys have been refusing to tell me anything for the past few months, I've got a hunch what this "surprise" Harry is taking me to is. I figured it out the moment Harry informed me that we're taking a trip to Vancouver in between his shows, just the two of us. We flew from Missouri to Vancouver the morning after his show. It's been so obvious what he's up to, yet every time I ask, Harry fails to give me a solid answer. As if I'd fall for the "spontaneous trip" that so happens to be the same week of the ten year anniversary, as well as Louis' final show of tour.
"Okay, can we cut the bullshit now?" I look at Harry, sitting to my right as we're being driven to an 'unknown' location. I know very well we're going to the venue Louis is playing at tonight. I also know that earlier when Harry disappeared for a couple hours, he was doing a soundcheck with the boys.
"What are you on about?"
Deny, deny, deny...
"Where are we going? Why won't you or the boys tell me anything as if I haven't already figured it out?" I try again but he still won't budge.
"Hails, I have no clue what you're talking about."
So, I try a different approach. "Are you trying to gaslight me right now, Harry?"
"What? No!" He seems shocked that I'd even suggest that.
"Because it kinda sounds like you are," I continue.
