Only Love Can Kill Me... (A One Direction FanFiction)

Chapter 18 - Adieu

                 Guess we all would meet the Witch soon.

                I couldn’t stop myself from smirking too.

Soon we would, I thought, soon we would…

Chapter 18 - Adieu

"Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable - if anything is excellent or praiseworthy - think about such things." - Philippians 4:8 (NIV)

                Never in my life had I ever stopped by a Fihony’s. I never did share a keen interest in botany or typical magical floras.

                Plus, I never knew Zayn was the flower boy type.

                The moss stained window, which had the store name curled delicately across the fragile glass, seemed reluctant to expose the ancient store at first glance. Although there was a sense of invitation; the warm light beneath layers of grime beckoned us for a visit. I could almost make out the outlines of plants on the display yet even from this distance they looked like they hadn’t been alive for more than a century.

A bell chimed as we entered, joining it a chorus of carillons from the plants hanging atop us. Despite the eerie musicality, or maybe because of it, I had a good first impression of the place. Although this place did violate some serious health policies if there were any here in Tawora. I mean, cobwebs layered the seeds for sale and gigantic dust mites masticated what once was the cashier lady. Wait, it moved. She moved. Oh, the cashier lady was still alive. Okay...

I took a quick glance around this room. Wow, you could not believe the smell. It was amazing, certainly something I didn’t expect. I was thinking more of a, corpsey rotting perfume? But then the humidity still pressed down on me and made it a challenge for me to breathe normally.

                Zayn made his way to the shop seller’s table across the creaking floorboards, gazing around the overcrowded shop while he was at it.

Though shy, he inquired anyway. “Excuse me, ma’am, do you have some, uh, Lora seeds here?” Zayn asked, leaning his upper body to catch a glimpse of the seller behind the table.

Boredom tinkled every inch of my body. The scenery was pretty, but then again ball gowns were prettier by the dozen. I loved ball dresses. I loved balls. I loved dancing. I wasn’t a pro, but who cared? I loved balls. I loved looking at other people’s dresses. I loved being looked at by other people’s envious glares. I was almost shaking of pure anticipation. I was ecstatic. Okay that’s it.

                I asked Harry, Liam, Arric, and the Noob to go over to Shay’s first with me. Let Zayn and that guy over there buy the stuff and such.

                And then I was out of there in 3, 2, swag.

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                It had been thirty minutes of scrolling for ball gowns and it had resulted in me sitting here pulling my hair out. Ugh, why couldn’t I find the perfect dress? Oh that’s right because her dresses were dominantly yellow and orange and sky blue and full of happiness. I didn’t understand. Shay’s name was Shay Doe which kind of sounded like ‘Shadow’ but all her clothes are frilly and puffy and bright and princess-y. For the love of blood, Shay, what did you have against black attires? Oh blood, blood, I was so thirsty…