OMFG!!!
I AM SO SO SO SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING
I LOVE THIS STORY SO MUCH BUT I BARELY HAVE THE TIME TO WRITE CHAPTERS FOR THIS STORY!!!
I LALALALOVE THE PLOT OF THIS STORY!! AND TRUST ME.... YOU WILL LOVE THE NEXT CHAPTERS TO COME
IF I HAVE THE TIME TO WRITE 'EM.
Also,hope you guys enjoy this chapter though, a bit blunt but it's pretty intense in some parts.
BYE
LOVE YOU ALL ENDLESSLY.
WINGS AREN'T WHAT YOU NEED YOU NEED
OH DAKOTAAAAAAA
OKAY BYE
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Dakota's POV
"Morning!" I greet, sitting down on one of the stools by the breakfast bar.
"Happy 4th of July! one of the 50 states!" Marvin greets.
"Dude! there are like... two Dakotas and we lived in New York." I reply.
"Oh please, you were born in North Dakota." Marvin replies.
"So is your British babe coming or what?" he inquires.
"I'm not sure, he never sent me a text." I look at my phone. No messages
Well fuck him. lol not literally.
All of the sudden he calls me. Coincidence? I think not
"Hello." I pick up my phone and hop out of the stool, not wanting Marvin to hear my conversation.
"Hey Babe, I don't think I can make it by the party. We're in LA right now and by the time we get there, you'd probably be sleeping." Harry starts.
"What? but you promised." I stifle my whimper
"I know, baby but I just don't think I could make it by dinner time there." he replies.
"Gee thanks for the first month." I mutter-hiss before hanging up.
Yes it has been a month since we started dating. Fuck him for ditching me. It's America's day. What America wants, America gets and Dakota just wants her boyfriend on the 4th of fucking July!
I throw my phone on the kitchen counter as one of the maids put a plate in front of me.
"What? Did he bail on you?" Marvin jokes.
"Yup." I answer.
"Oh." he sighs.
"But hey! Riley's going to be here! So are Kendall and Kylie!" he exclaims.
"But I can't really make out with them can I?" I retort.
"Okay first of all that would be gross because you're my sister, and second of all, who would you rather make out with Kendall or Kylie?" Marvin gushes.
"Ew! What the fuck is your problem. They're my friends! and I'd rather make out with Riley if that ever happens." I reply.
"Whatever floats your odd little boat, sis." Marvin grumbles, biting a piece iof his omelet.
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The President's Daughter (A Harry Styles Fan fiction)
Fanfiction"I want you to date my daughter. The catch is, I will endorse your music group here in the States to help in expanding your fan club and other necessities." President Burke states. "Deal."
