||Secrets||

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

•Fleur's POV•

I wake up to the sunlight shining through the window and the smell of bacon. I stretch and yawn, listening to the sound of Anne Marie and my dad chatting in the kitchen. I get up and put on some grey sweats and a blue tank top. I tie my hair up in a ponytail and go downstairs. "Good Morning!" Anne Marie greets me cheerfully "Do you want some bacon?" "Of course" I laugh as I pour myself some orange juice. She hands me a plate piled with bacon and toast *once again, om nom nom* I'm just starting to eat when Ashton walks in. I don't know how he got in last night or how late he came back but he looks tired. "Morning" he says gruffly, grabbing a piece of my bacon. I glare at him. He smirks. My dad stands up and brings his plate over to the sink. "We're leaving in 20 minutes" he says to me. Oh yeah! With all the drama last night I forgot about going shopping!

Seven hours later and I'm standing in my room admiring my handiwork. Two of the walls are still white and the other two are a pearly grey. In the centre of the room there's a circular blue rug, two beanbags, one White one black, lounge on that. A white double bed is against one wall, a vintage white desk and swirly chair are on another wall and a large white bookshelf and a wardrobe are on the wall beside my bed. The covers on the bed are blue and white striped and there's fluffy grey pillows, small circular blue pillows and large square white pillows all over the bed as well. Above my bed I've hung up pictures of me and my friends back in Dublin. Next to my desk I have a cork board where I can pin up reminders and stuff. On my desk I have my laptop and all my stationary. On the bookshelf I've put all my books, there's a lot of them, and my precious photo albums which I've been keeping since I got my first camera. I've put all my clothes in my wardrobe, strung up cute little fairy lights around the room and finally, carefully place my camera on my new bedside table.

I flop down on my new bed and put my headphones on. 'American Idiot' blasts into my ears and I wave my legs along to the beat. Suddenly I feel something on my leg. I scream, ripping my headphones off. I look up to see Ashton laughing his head off. "You fucking jerk!" I scream, kicking him in the shin. He doesn't flinch. "You can kick" he observes looking surprised. "Yeah, we're all full of fucking surprises" I say, rolling my eyes "Now can you please get out" He ignores me and looks around my room. "I see you re-decorated" he says, looking through the books on my bookshelf. "No shit Sherlock" I mutter. "Why you gotta be so ruuude?" He sings and I'm surprised that his voice is actually beautiful. I sigh. "Why did you even come in here?" I say wearily, hugging one of my new pillows to my chest. "I, uh just w-wanted to apologise for being rude yesterday" he says, blushing. "Yeah, I meant to ask you... why you gotta be so ruuude?" I sing, smirking at him. "Poor girl" He says, clutching his heart "she can't even come up with an original song reference." I throw my pillow at him. He catches it before it can hit his face *too bad* "Thanks for this" he says as he runs back to his room,with my pillow. *jerk*

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