Chapter 17

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This chapter is dedicated to @Love2112 because it’s her birthday :D HAPPY DAY OF BIRTH!!! I hope you have the most incredible day and enjoy my little birthday present x)

Thank you for being so patient with updates x) I know I take like a week to write a chapter and it’s basically because I’m lazy :$ And I’m having a MASSIVE writer’s block right now. I can’t think of anything to write for any of my fanfics. So I sincerely apologize if this chapter isn’t up to standard -_- Nonetheless, I hope you enjoy it :D

 

Chapter 17:

 

I stepped out of the shower and wrapped the white towel around myself. My body shivered from the icy air that always awaited me after taking a shower.

“Okay Charlotte, your turn.” I said to her as I opened the bathroom door, “Are the boys still here?”

She nodded, “Yeah, we asked if they wanted to shower or something, but they said they would rather fill the house with the smell of their sweat.” She scrunched up her nose as if she could actually smell them, “I suggest you stay at least two meters away from them when you go downstairs.”

I made a ‘ts’ sound between my teeth, “Thanks for the advice.” I eyed the line of sweat on her hair line from our soccer match, “Now please bathe yourself before you stink up our room.”

Charlotte rolled her golden eyes before grabbing her toiletry bag and sauntering into the bathroom.

After pulling on my high-waisted shorts and grey sweater, I started running a brush through my tangled hair. I winced as the brush ripped the knots out and left my head pounding.

“Where did you get those boots?” Sophia hopped off her bunk and picked up one of my smooth grey boots.

I shrugged, “For my birthday, I think.”

“They are so gorgeous!” She squealed, examining the show from every possible angle.

“I would give them to you, but I literally wear them everywhere.”

She laughed, “Yeah, and I’m like three sizes bigger than you.”

“That too,” I added, “Should I blow-dry my hair?”

Sophia laid my precious boot down and looked at me, “Leave it, you don’t want to miss out on talking to the boys because you were styling your do.”

I couldn’t help but laugh, “And why are you not spending this valuable time with the boys?”

She groaned, “Call me crazy, but I’m starting to get sick of them. Seriously, they think they’re a bunch of pimps!”

“Pimps?” I raised my eyebrow, “Is someone maybe a little upset because she didn’t get a date with Liam?”

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