Other Direction

DAY 8 ~ ICE IN LA.

LEGO HOUSE BY ED SHEERAN – YA’LL ADMIT IT. THAT SONG WAS DOPE! THE SONG REALLY TOUCHED MY LOVELY HEART. :’) (yes, I have a lovely heart. Get over it)

dedicated to Hannahtumble. she kept reading this without even eating. dear, you need food. ;) thankyou for the support though! :* xx 

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I groaned, looking at the device that says 8:00 AM.

“Stupid alarm clock!” I thought to myself.

I blame Levi Hutchins of New Hampshire, United States and Antoine Redier of France for inventing such an annoying thing.

Well, I know many people need it. But right now, all I want is sleep.

But knowing that I wont get enough sleep just by blaming the inventors of an alarm clock, I just focused on something else, which is waking Zayn up.

“Zayn” I shook the guy beside me. “Babe, wake up”

He won’t budge.

I rolled my eyes, If you like it that way then.

I climbed out of the bed, went directly to the bathroom to brush my teeth.

Then I took a quick shower, which lasted for 5 minutes.

Wrapping the towel around me, I sneaked to the closet to pick an outfit.

“Kristel??” a groggy voice, which obviously belonged to Zayn, said.

“Hey.” I turned around to see him.

He gasped a little bit. “er.. err”

“Hormones” I muttered, rolling my eyes.

“Hey! I heard that!” he complained.

I just send him a cheeky grin, turning around to pick an outfit.

Just as I heard footsteps coming towards me, Zayn wrapped his arms on my waist.

In a brotherly way I guess. Zayn and I are long lost siblings for pete’s sake! (Well, we like to think of it that way)

“Need help picking an outfit?” he asked.

I nod, Kristoff never picks an outfit for me. But he picks an outfit for his slut of a girlfriend.

Not that my brother and I loathe each other. Its just that.. he’s never really good at picking clothes that fit my style.

Even when we go shopping, he’d either pick slutty clothes that fit his girlfriend’s style or he’d end up buying things for himself. That’s how we are and I like to keep it that way. Even if there is a part of me that wished he could be a tad bit like Zayn.

“Wear this” he handed me a blue plaid button up, a tank top, shorts and my pair of purple high top Supra.

Yes, the boys are officially rubbing off on me. I would never wear Supra before. Kristoff bought me about five pairs of Supras before but I only brought two with me, which was the white and purple pair.

I just basically brought it because I know my brother would take it as an insult if I did not bring one piece that was from him.

“Nice pick, babe” I said with a blinding smile. (haha, yep. My smile can blind anyone. Woot woot!)