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When wrote the first two parts I was stupid and didn't do 2nd point of view but in the 3rd part it changes a little ways in. Sorry for that. Listening to love grows by Edison lighthouse 1st POV
I couldn't control my happiness when he agreed to be my center piece. "Awesome! Maybe when you take me home we could take the photos." After I spoke I felt a strong feeling of embarrassment and my face grow hot. Maybe I had been coming off too strong. "Well I mean we could do it before school tomorrow if you prefer." I quickly said, a little louder than I intended. He chuckled at me, as we approached his car and said " Yeah it's no problem, we can take the pictures at your house. Um, would you let me put flowers or something in your hair for the artistic direction of it?" I blinked fast, a little startled. I could feel the butterflies in my stomach. I paused for a moment to see his reaction. He turned bright red. "No problem, it's your picture. Do with me, what you must." I smiled warmly over to him. A relieved look washed over his face.
When we pulled up to the bakery, before I could get out he shouted "hold on love let me get the door!" I felt the butterflies surge up in my stomach as he opened the door and grinned down at me showing his adorable dimples. His brown hair looked like dark honey in the sunlight, as he looked down at her."Thank you love. Oh I call all of my friends that." He said before I could even respond to him calling me love. I slightly laughed at him. He was so clearly flustered by his slip up. "What!" He asked, " Nothing, just loosen up." I wanted him to know I didn't mind him calling me love.
Jonesy's POV I panicked I didn't think before I spoke. "Well not everyone, I don't know." I laughed nervously. I swung the door of the bakery open for her. The real reason I invited her here was so I could invite her to a Led Zeppelin gig. I hoped jimmy didn't invite her all ready. We sat down with our coffees and sandwiches, the tables were quite small so our knees were touching. I quite enjoyed it.
"We have a gig at maida Vale Hall tomorrow would you like to come." She paused for a moment. "Oh yeah I should be able too thanks. I can't believe jimmy didn't invite me. I'm gonna have him for that." She chuckled. "Do you guys get along well?" she asked stirring the creamer in her coffee. Her nails were my favorite color, orange. "Oh well of course . But naturally being in a band you're gonna have artistic differences but that's fine. He's a nice guy, I really wasn't expecting him to let me join the band, but here I am." We finished our sandwiches and got up to leave I held the door open for her. She thanked me as she passed. She smelled of orange and cinnamon. It reminded me of something but I couldn't put my finger on it. It gave me a warm feeling.
Y/N POV He opened the door for me again and looked down at me. I couldn't help but fawn over how beautiful he was. When he got into the car directed him where to go. We talked a little bit more in the car and we both found out that we have a shared interest in fashion. We pulled up to my house, I let him open the car door for me again.
My house was a 3 bedroom two bathroom house in Surrey. As I ran up to the door he whistled. "What do you do to get this?" His eyes open with shock as he leaned against the stairs rail. I chuckled "I work at a retail shop, but this is inheritance." I replied opening the door. Come on in. As he stepped onto the orange shag carpet I ran to get my camera.He looked around and seemed to be taking in every detail.
Looking at the stairs to the second floor he mumbled "Wow, it smells great in here." As if he was trying to say it to himself. It smelled like my signature sent, orange,cinnamon, and apple. "Thanks, so we should get started on the photos now." I replied sitting on the floral patterned couch. "Wha-?" He looked at me, seemed to have been lost in thought. " Oh yeah, sorry love. Ok could I take my photo first?" I was startled by his question. The way he had called me love again gave me so many feelings of warmth. I didn't know why he was so eager to take his photo. "Oh sure,doesn't matter to me. Where do you want to take it?"
