Obsession || h.s [completed]

33 | surprise

EXCITING NEWS! Obsession is getting translated from English into Romanian, Spanish and Russian!

(My other story, Skinny, will also be translated into Dutch and Russian as well.)

I'm just so excited and wanted to tell you guys. And ya know, if you happen to be able to read those languages, you should check them out! All translations will be in the appropriately labeled reading list on my profile once they are posted.

Also, I'm sorry this chappy is a bit late. I'm actually on vacation and on top of the news about Zayn I've just not had the time/ motivation to write. But I'm back now!

Anywhooo enjoy my little lovies xxx
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My dad is only slightly annoyed when I return with Carol from Harry's house. And it bothers me to no end that Carol seems to be the one who had any real issue with it.

"Happy Birthday." Layla smiles when she sees me. "We made pancakes."

"Yum, I'm starved." I say, setting down my bag at the bottom of the stairs and going to sit next to her on the couch.

"Don't eat in here. Eat at the table." Carol insists before disappearing into the kitchen where my father had gone a moment ago.

Layla rolls her eyes. "Sorry she's being so... bitchy, lately."

"Yeah, what's up with that?" I ask, "I mean she's normally pretty annoying but it's a lot worse now."

"I think she's scared." Layla says, pulling at the freyed hem of her sweater. "I know I am."

"Why are you afraid?" I ask.

"They said that guy escaped from prison last night." She said, picking at a string on her sleeve.

"Niall Horan escaped?" I ask, shocked.

"No, the other one." She says. "Liam something."

"Are you okay? I know you must be worried. He was one of the men who--"

"I'm fine." Layla snaps before I can finish my sentence. "Lets just have breakfast."

"Okay." I say. Although I'm extremely concerned, I let the topic go for her sake.

We eat breakfast, which turns out to be not quite as delicious as Harry's pancakes but I smile and nod when my father asks how they are.

Just as I'm finishing my food, my dad disappears into the living room before returning with a small stack of gift boxes.

All wraped in light blue paper with different colored bows.

"What's this?" I ask, staring at the very familiar blue paper.

"Your birthday gifts." Layla replies with the slightest bit of sass and a humored smile. "What else would they be?"

"I don't know it's just..." I lick my lips which have become very dry over the fast few seconds, "you didn't have to."

"Of course we did. It's your birthday." Layla says as she takes my empty plate from in front of me. "And I mean if you don't want them, I'll take them."

I shake my head to rid the thoughts of similarly packaged gifts and laugh at her joke.

"Well, go on. Open one." My dad insists.

"Should we wait for Carol?" I ask.

"She said wrapping the gifts was her portion. Plus I think she may be sick. She's sleeping, I think." Layla says as she sits down next to me again. "Open mine first."