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Sooooo ALOHA! This update is around 3-4 days overdue and I apologize my dearest readers. It literally took me FOREVER to edit and perfect this chapter but now it is here... in all of it's 20 page glory.
Mwhahahaha :3
ENJOY! If ya like it... pretty please vote and comment so I can jump onto a giraffe, magically transport to your bedroom, AND GIVE YOU A HUG! <3
This chapter is dedicated to the freaking amazing @louislaughwithme. The support I've gotten from her is just... insurmountable. She is extremely loyal and purely genius. Her story 'Surrender' leaves me speechless and you all need to go check her out. NOW.
PICTURE on the side is of Isabelle and Violet's PJ's. I LOVE ISABELLE'S... Like legit :3
VIDEO is the wonderful song featured in this wonderful chapter... hehehe well at least I hope it's wonderful ;)
WARNING! WARNING! Extremely mature content. Like for cereal. So don't get upset with meh if your too young and you read this and you're like 'whaaaaat? my innocence has been stolennnnn'. K?
ANYWHO! Uno mas thing... I forgot to put this in the previous chapter... IT IS CURRENTLY NEAR THE END OF OCTOBER... IN THE STORY, NOT REAL LIFE... Alrighty... That is all... Imma let y'all go now.
LOVE YOU GUYS!! LIKE FOR REAL DOE! ;D <3
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~Isabelle~
"I think it's quite obvious." I say, munching on my hot dog and ignoring the absolutely freezing weather. Well, at least I try to. The goose bumps all along my body aren't exactly helping.
"I agree." Harry adds and I push all thoughts of being cold away.
"We are definitely the Chicken Fight Champs." I state, sticking my hand out for Harry to high-five and he does so with vigor.
Liam scoffs. "What are you two talking about? Niall and I had quite the run."
"He's right!" Niall mumbles through the burger in his mouth.
"Holy Jesus, can you nerds stop talking about the stupid chicken fights and realize how fucking delicious this food is!" Violet interjects.
"She has a point." Zayn concurs, nodding.
"Fine. But, let me just get this straight." I state, turning to face Louis. "You guys have a personal chef yet you all made a bet with Harry where he would have to cook for you guys if he lost. How does that make any sense?" I ask, eating my last bite of food.
"Yeah. I mean there is no way he cooks better then a personal chef." Violet asserts, finishing her food as well.
"He doesn't work for us full time." Liam explains.
"We just asked him to cook for us tonight, for you guys." Louis brags, looking pointedly at Violet and I.
"Well then, compliments to the chef." I say, pushing my plate away. "It was delicious."
"Right well," Zayn clears his throat and stands up, "I'm going to shower." He says quickly and tries to walk off.
"Oh no you don't!" Liam exclaims, standing as well. "Nice try, but there are seven people and only five showers. We need a system."
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Fanfiction*This story is set in London UK, 2012* ~~~~~ "I can't do this anymore." I state numbly. "D-do what?" He asks worriedly, his hands reaching out for me. I back away from him. "Be the source of all t-this disaster." "No, you're not. Isab-" "I...
