Hey guys, I'm writing this to let you know there will only be 15 more chapters in this book and don't worry, they'll be long ones. At least two pages. I cannot tell you if there'll be a sequel or not. It depends on what you guys are feeling at the end. Would you like a sequel?
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"Behold everybody, New York Heights!", I hold out my hands and present a large, empty field. It's not empty as in nothings there.. There is, grass, trees and lots of daffodils and daisies. It's empty as in no ones there.
I smile as this place brings back memories. The days I spent when I was younger with Dad giving me piggyback rides up and down the hills. The days I spent with Jerome climbing the oh-so-many trees. New York Heights was a beautiful place.
"This is it?", Louis asks in a bored voice. "A field?" My eyebrows furrow.
"You said a place where you won't have to wear disguises," I say, grimly. "What was I supposed to do? Take you to a club?".
Louis opens his mouth to answer but before I hear it, Jerome grabs me by the hand and takes me across the field to a oak tree. Our oak tree. We had carved our initials on it when we were ten. Also for eight years, we managed to keep it protected from moss and ivy.
It was written there, loud and clear. 'J.C. + A.D. = Best Friends Forever'. Wait a minute. I haven't been here for two weeks, how was it still written there, clearly. I look at Jerome who's looking at the words.
"You came here to clean it up everyday, didn't you?", I say. He looks at me and smile. I'm speechless. If I was him, I would have only come here to carve the little carving out.
Since I'm unable to speak, I hug him. He's taken aback by this, but eventually hugs back. We break up after a while and head back to the group.
"Where were you two?", Harry asks, suspiciously.
"That, Buddy, is none of you're business." Jerome replies, glaring daggers at him, which Harry graciously returns.
We set up the piece of cloth and the food we're having for lunch. It's eaten mostly by Niall. After eating our lunch, everyone goes their separate ways; Danny and Jerome go to the duck pond on the other end of the field. Louis joins them. Apparently he loves ducks. Niall and Zayn want to go to the trees to see some birds, Liam goes too, just in case they get lost. Soon, I find myself alone with Harry.
"So, what do want to do?", Harry asks, winking.
"With you?", I say, fake-thoughtfully, "Nothing." Harry sighs, standing up and sitting beside me. I move up a little. Personal space.
"Look Angel," Harry says. "I know you see me as this big flirt," he sighs, "I'm used to it. And yes I do intend to flirt with girls, even though I don't really like them, but." he pauses, looking at me deeply. "this time is different. I really can't get you out of my head. I really want you to come in to my life. I mean, you are coming back to London in two months... right?". He looks hopeful. "You can have time to think and don't worry, dating a British superstar is no big deal" he winks. That's the Harry I came to hate. "You're... a special girl".
"Harry...", I trail off. No guy has ever said this kind of thing to me. I mean really. The first guy to tell me this has to be a British superstar. The only thing is, I don't know if I even feel the same way. Out of the corner of my eye, I swear I see a wavy haired boy, turning back into the woods.
(A/n: Dropped the first bomb)
"Louis! NO!", A voice yells. I turn and see Louis holding a irritated pigeon, with Jerome and Danny running after him.
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