Books almost done guys.🥳next one will be a little less violent and more stupid than ever. Please note that it will be just as badly written😃 but also know that I love you (plz read it)
"When is her birthday?" Marz asks. "August 22nd." Louis says. "We're throwing a party right?"
"Are you kidding? Harry has never been more excited to do anything g in his life." I nod frantically. "It's true. I am very excited."
"Woah. All this time all it took was for you to end up with a child?" I shrugged. "I don't think so. I think it's just-" I turned around, watching Vienna dance around the living room. "Yeah no it's definitely just her."
"You'd think she was your actual kid the way she acts. The dancing, the talking, the way she runs too. And her laugh, my god it's like she was made for you."
"Yeah." She was dancing on the couch, to ride by magic. She'd listened to it so much the past couple days that she'd learnt the words.
Tyler was always down to dance with her. Every dance party she had, he was always there dancing by her side.
She's found out that there is in fact more than just the songs she heard yesterday, in the world. She's very excited about it.
She's mostly enjoy the pop music she's being shown. She seems to like it more than anything else we've played. "Louis you have to dance with us!" She yells. "Okay baby, just give me a second I have to hand in my assignment and I'll be right there."
He's been working on that assignment for days now. Apparently it's not yet perfect.
I tried to read it but I feel asleep when I read the words 'to which I conclude is the most accurate' blah blah blah. "What exactly is it that you're making?"
"I'm not sure. I'm just putting things in a frying pan and hoping it turns into something good." Daisy nods. "That's fair- Tyler!"
Hot n cold is Tyler favourite song it seems. He wasn't listening to a word she was yelling at him, he was telling the words to the song so he couldn't actually hear her.
Vienna was dancing around the house with a spiderman suit on and a tutu over it. It looked pretty good if you asked me.
She had some pretty funny dance moves, lots of shimmying and spinning.
I'm just glad she settled in as quick as she did. They all made it seem like she's been here her whole life. "Oh.. she's dancing again." Zayn ran over, joining in, Marz doing the same as she drops her board down by the stairs.
"Hey! You're getting sand everywhere!" I yelled. Getting blatantly ignored of course.
"You can travel the world, but nothing comes close to the golden coast!..."
More Katy Perry. My whole life is going to be this way. Which seems better than the plan I had last year. "Hi baby." Louis says, huffing as he stands beside me. "Hi. You okay?"
"I'm tired. I had like six assignments I had to do it was awful." Daisy heaves. "That's disgusting. I'm so glad I said no to college."
"So is Isadora. Which I'm sure is your influence." She gasps. "Oops. I'm gonna go dance now."
The living room was big enough to accommodate their dancing. They really used the space up well. "They seem pretty happy about her being here." Louis reassured.
"I know. I hope she's happy." He lifts my head up, showing her singing along to waking up in vegas as she played her air guitar. "She's very happy. They're all happy."
"I was terrified they'd kick me out for bringing her. I was scared they'd think she was going to ruin something." He kisses my forehead. "Everything is fine. I took her to her therapy this morning and she started asking the therapist to rate her dance moves."
"Why am I not surprised." She blows me a kiss, I blew one back and she shoved it in her mouth. "Thanks!"
"Anytime. Hey you think if I took her to a college party she'd fit in?" Louis' eyes went wide. "What? L- no, what? I just nearly called you Louis. Sorry. That's such a bad idea. That's literally child endangerment."
"Oh but her living in a testing facility is better? I was- definitely kidding anyway, cause like. That'd be, so wrong." She would've loved it. He's a buzzkill. "You're an idiot."
"Am not." He kisses me lightly, smiling against my lips. "You're a little stupid sometimes."
"You are evil." He nods. Pushing himself away from me. "I would also like to tell you, that your album is still number one and your music video has reached the hearts of many."
"That's fun. The hearts?" I squint. "Yeah. I mean if you put it into comparison with your past music videos, this one is colourful and you're dancing and you were smiling. Your if I get high music video was, black and white and, dreadfully depressing."
"True." He nods with a hum. "There's a whole article on it. In how the band has grown into their self love and gotten more into thinking about their future. There's images, old interviews and everything. It's really cool."
"You read the whole thing?" I was judging, I didn't mean to. "I read articles, sue me."
"Baby you're a little old man." He pouts. "I am not. You're spreading false information."
"You read the newspaper and carry around mints in your pockets." He steps back. "I do not." He mumbled. "Really? So if I check your back pocket you won't have a pocket full of mints?"
"No." I pulled him back in, reaching into his pocket. Pulling out a good ten mints. "Baby.. come on."
"I like the smell." Putting them back into his pocket, I watched him roll his eyes at me. "You carry around a joint and you read pop z magazine. Do you really want to talk? You're like a deranged teenage girl."
"That's the biggest compliment anybody has ever given me. Girls are so much nicer to each other than teenage boys. I would love to be a girl." He purses his lips, raising his eyebrows at me. "Yeah?"
"Shut up." I refute to think about it, and it's worked so far. "That's like the sixth time you've said that to me this month. That's six more times than most boys."
"Well I'm just, cooler I guess. That's why you like me so much. You do like me, right?" He blinks at me. "I mean. Do you wanna sit down or-"
"Okay, okay. Shut up. We're done." He snickers. "Yeah u til you get really lonely. It's like you're ovulating or something. Maybe you are a girl."
"Or maybe you're just super sexy. You need to stop saying mean things to me. It doesn't help. And stop yelling at me too." He was shaming me. "You're disgusting."
"Anything else?" He groans, walking away from me without saying a word.
I don't think I want to be a girl, I think I just like the way girls look when they wear certain things- not in a weird way.
Sort of like when they wear nail polish or when they have sunglasses on and their hair is pushed back, a guy could never do it the way a girl does it. "Can I have apple juice?"
"I think you're missing a word there angel." She frowns. "Oh, please."
"Atta girl. Okay, Apple and mango or just apple?" She stands in front of me by the fridge. "I change my mind. Can I have a milkshake. The pink one. Please." She reaches up for the bottle. "Cherry or strawberry?"
