Ch. 4
*Louis' POV*
- beep, beep - Ugh.. Stupid alarm.. "Louis, wake up sweetie" my mum called from downstairs. I swung my feet over my duvet and walked to the bathroom, my feet padding the bare floor as I walked. I clicked on my white iPhone and set it in the holster of my I-home. I stepped into the shower, hot water pelting my chest as I stood.
"I'm holding on your rope got me 10 feet off the ground. And I'm hearin' whatcha say but I just can't make a sound. You tell me that you need me then you go and cut me down, but wait, you tell me that you're sorry didn't think I'd turn around to say....."
No.. No no no not this song.. It makes me cry... Remembering all of my friends back in the UK. All of my memories.. Everything. I got out of the shower and dressed into my red pants w/ a blue striped shirt and suspenders(coincidence I think not) along with my grey beanie. I brushed my teeth and didn't eat since I wasn't hungry. ' Wanna walk to school love ? I'll walk with you?(: xx ' I texted Danielle.
I instantly got a reply. ' I'd love to ! Meet meet at the big oak in 5 ?(:' That was only 3 minutes away. I grabbed my pack and pecked my mothers cheek before walking out to meet Danielle. She looked so pretty.. Her outfit of choice was combat boots w/ black skinny jeans, a tank top, and a crop top. Scratch what I said earlier. She was beautiful.
*Danielle's POV*
I felt self conscious as I walked out. What if people made fun of me..? Ah there's Louis. Gosh he looks cute. Wait? What did I just say? Yup.. Falling for him. Yay. We arrived at school talking when Zach the school jock walked up to Louis and I.
// Cliffhanger ! Don't you love me? Hehe. Next chapter up tomorrow. Fan, vote, comment ? I know it sucks. Oh well. Byeee -NiallsLuckyCharm
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