Sorry about not uploading for FOREVER guys!, BUT HERE IT IS... it MAY be a bit short, but it wont be long until i have another chapter up. I HATE WRITERS BLOCK, but i got over it, and VOILA.
before you get all excited to read, i'll just tell you that this is the start of a NEW type of E.R (emotional rollercoaster) chapters. i can hear you all now:
"NOOOOO"
"OMG NO."
"WHY MUMMA ISABELLE."
"WHY PUT ME THROUGH THAT AGAIN."
well, since it's coming to an end i need SOME kind of climax... or sad couple of things.
ITS NOT THE END YET THOUGH, about,... four more chapters and then, BOOM gone. i know, upsetting, i get it!.
BUT you all HAVE A NEW BOOK 'Take A Trip To Paris' i'm sure most of you already like it yeah?, so... once you finish this, and once I finish this, we can move straight onto it!, to help you forget it all.
Mumma Isabelle loves you all, and TANKS for being so patient with my horrible uploading skills.
i sencerly appologize.
seriously, i feel SOOOOOO bad.
LOVE YOU ALL AND ENJOY... (hopefully)
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“TWO FOR FLINCHING!” Louis yells in my face, and punches me twice on the shoulder
“you clapped your hands in front of my face like a retarded seal, of course I flinched”
“You’re being stubbourn today baby cakes” He says, fetching some more tea.
“Maybe because Harrys acting all suspicious, leaving the house at random times of the day, and not coming back for hours… it’s annoying me”
I hear Louis chuckle, and then turn to face him.
“Louis.. is there something you aren’t telling me?”
“Nope” he laughs even louder, which caused him to spill tea all over himself.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHA- Oops”
“You’re an idiot”
“oh hush, anyway, do you want me to call Harreh for yah?”
“No, it’s okay, I’ll just chill here”
I get up from the couch and trail upstairs into my room, and shift through Harry’s draw.
I found it quite cute that he had a draw in my room, filled with his… everything.
I shifted until I found his Ramones shirt, and striped down and draped the giant thing over me.
It went half way down to my thighs, and I smiled as the sleeve hung off my shoulder.
I took my hair out and tussled it nicely, flipping my fringe across.
Thank god it was a nice lazy Sunday night.
I trailed back down stairs in comfort.
About, an hour later, Harry walks through the front door, and I stand from the couch, angry.
“Thanks for telling me you were going out, babe”
I say, turning and walking up the stairs
“hey hey hey!, I felt early this morning”
“to go where?!”
“Just… to go somewhere”
“You’re not cheating on me-“
“NO!, no no no!, of course not Jay!”
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