A/N: so in the last chapter where it said I need more things, I meant thongs because it's cliché and I hate when girls make their boyfriends give input on thongs.
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Kylie's eyes widened at the enormity of the mall. Her blue-green orbs were the size of saucers.
"Zaynie! Starbucks! Now!" she demanded. Kylie, a Carmel Indiana native, used to go to Starbucks on a regular basis, being the white girl she
is, but Zayn restricted her consumption. "Zayn. I haven't had Starbucks in 2 days. I'm going to die!"
"Not today. You know how I hate the lame size names."
"Ok babe!" Kylie responded, overcoming her need for a pumpkin spice latte in a split second. "let's go to Victoria's secret," she exclaimed excitedly as she bounced out of the range rover.
"ohemgee! Are you Zayn Malik???" a FANGIRL in the Victoria's secret said.
"No, he is better than the pink store. He is classy," said the first girl's unamused friend.
Kylie felt a vibration come from the phone inbetween her uggs and leggings. She whipped that sucker out and read the text from Harry.
Harry: Yo gurll wannag et ovr here nnd cuddle?
"Kylie. Hurry. That girl was right I am classy and we can do better than this store." Zayn called
Kylie started to respond to Harry, but decided to walk at the same time. She was almost out the door when she felt a sharp pain, then a warm substance run down her face. She fell into a darkness.
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This was really on the spot, random and uninspired. Ik. It's terrible, but i have ideas. Wait. Just wait. It'll be a shock to you all. (not that all is that many bc no one reads this.) If you comment on this I'll read your stories bc I want to know whose reading.
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FanfictionKylie is a little suspicious about the boys strange behavior. She confronts them on their issues, but learns something she never wanted to know. (this book is basically a bunch of cliché fan fic things, but with a surprise ending. Go read typical du...
