"Miss Hart?"
"Yes, that's me."
"May we come in? We have some news about your parents. You may need to sit down."
"I'm fine right where I am, what's going on?"
"Well, if you insist. They've... They've been killed, Miss Hart."
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I sat up in bed, gasping for breath and sweating profusely. I hadn't dreamt about my parents for months now, so it was an unwelcome feeling knowing that the first night that I'd spent back in Nottingham, I had dreamt about them.
I turned to the bedside table and the clock read 11:20AM, which didn't surprise me, seeing as I was up until the early hours of this morning. But it wasn't the clock that I stayed focussed on, because next to it was a slip of paper and a glass jar. A smile spread across my face as I realised that the glass was filled with daisies, at least a hundred of them.
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"So come on, what's your favourite flower? Your birthday is next week and I need some clues." Jay asked as he flipped my pancake with a cheeky grin.
"I've never really had time to choose a favourite flower," I replied lazily as I stepped behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist, hugging him from behind.
"Do you like roses?" I scrunched my nose up and leant my forehead against his back.
"They're too cliché. I guess if I had to pick a flower, it would be daisies. They're so simple and beautiful, yet so underrated and unappreciated." He was silent for a moment as he pondered on my answer.
"Daisies? Even though it's the first week of February and there's hardly any living flowers outside, for you, I can do daisies."
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And he did. I remember waking up on my eighteenth birthday to our bed covered in hundreds of daisies. I never did find out how he managed to do that.
Maybe that's because you left him twelve hours later Jessie.
I shook the thought from my head and picked up the note next to the glass jar, reading Jay's unmistakeable handwriting.
Stay here Princess, see you soon. J x
I sighed and put the note back on the bedside table before climbing out of bed and realising that I was no longer dressed in yesterday's clothes, but was wearing one of Jay's shirts.
Fuelled by the knowledge that he'd undressed me in my sleep, I marched out of his bedroom and downstairs, finding the house strangely silent. Where the hell was everyone?
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The Gang's Princess [COMPLETED]
Action"I guess you can take the girl out of the gang but you can't really ever take the gang out of the girl. Welcome back, Princess." Jessie moved to London to get away from her rocky past involved with the biggest gang in Nottinghamshire. But when she f...