Chapter 6

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Louis walked me home after school, he wanted to get me ready for tonight. It was kinda a tradition whenever I was going out louis would always pick out an outfit for me, I was hoping that he wouldn't pick out anything to fancy

Louis had been going on about harry all day, he was becoming obsessed.

"louis seriously nothing to fancy , yeah"

"cause not i dont want him falling for you and not me"

"good" I laughed

"but seriously babe, you need to get along with him I still want to be friends with him after we get married"

Louis went to my laptop and put some music on.

I should ink my skin with your name

And take my passport out again

And just replace it

See I could do without a tan

On my left hand,

Where my fourth finger meets my knuckle

And I should run you a hot bath

And fill it up with bubbles

Me and louis sing this is our favourite song by far it so perfect

Cause maybe you're loveable

And maybe you're my snowflake

And your eyes turn from green to gray

In the winter I'll hold you in a cold place

And you should never cut your hair

'Cause I love the way you flick it off your shoulder

And you will never know

Just how beautiful you are to me

But maybe I'm just in love

When you wake me up

And would you ever feel guilty if you did the same to me?

Could you make me a cup of tea to open my eyes in the right way?

And I know you love Shrek

'Cause we've watched it 12 times

But maybe you're hoping for a fairy tale too

And if your DVD breaks today

You should've got a VCR

And I've never owned a Blue ray, true say

And now I always been shit at computer games

And your brother always beats me

And if I lost, I'd go across and chuck all the controllers at the TV

And then you'd laugh at me

And be asking me

If I'm gonna be home next week

And then you'd lie with me 'til I fall asleep

And flutter eye lash on my cheek between the sheets

And you will never know

Just how beautiful you are to me

But maybe I'm just in love

When you wake me up

And I think you hate the smell of smoke

You always try to get me to stop

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