Chapter Eight

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Sadie POV :||

I was in the kitchen, looking for some milk. I felt a tap on my back, and I popped up and banged my head on the fridge. "Shit!" I mumble, rubbing my head.

"Sadie! I am so sorry! Are you okay, love?" George ask me, handing me the milk. "How did you...?"

"You where muttering the word milk to yourself," he says, "what do you need milk for anyway?"

"Making a cake." I say bluntly, shoving him out of the kitchen. He had no idea this cake was for him.

George POV :||

I sighed. She isn't making me that cake. I love cake. I lick my lips, and rub my stomach.

Soon, I was in a suit and tie, ready for the studio.

"SADIE! IM GOING TO THE STUDIO TO MEET THE LADS! WE MAY GET TO MAKE A RECORD!" I holler.

A record! I couldn't wait...

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