Being Told You're Beautiful

Cheesypuff chatter-upper.

(I lost wifi, so it's later than planned.. Sorry!)

Well well well. The lucky thirteen for all us SWIFTIES. I got Taylor's perfume yesterday. :')

I'm sorry it's so short. I've been struggling with being tired and writers block and I want to look out the train window and yeah.

AND I MET JAMES CORDEN.

AND HE MET THE BOYS AT THE BRITS.

So technically, I've kinda met them ;)

AND I PASSED MY PIANO EXAM WITH MERIT (120/150). BOOM. Grade 7 here we comeeeee!

That's all folks! I'm on my way to my next port of call on my holidays, so enjoy yourselves whilst you can, cause, y'know, YOLO.

ROTFLWEKFCETIAAVBINRSY.

(Rolling on the floor laughing whilst eating kentucky fried chicken even though I am a vegetarian but I'm not really so yeah. Just clearing that text speak up incase it wasn't obvious to you wee chipmunks..)

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We were texting the whole of the day.

Yes, I meant texting.

He was going out, and couldn't get Internet.

So I got a 'HEY I just met you, and this is crazy, but here's my number, so text me maybe? ;)' message.

I called him a cheesypuff who needed a new chat up line.

But I texted him anyway.

After Lily and Amy left, I decided to have a day off. Mum and Dad were out for the day, so on went the cottons and out came the Ben and Jerry's.

Sometimes being an only child has its perks.

We texted about the silliest things.

What we would do if we ruled the world.

All our favourite items.

How we feel about things.

Our ambitions.

And we'd only been texting a day.

That showed the llamas how quickly we were texting.

I played the piano for an hour and a bit.

I texted Niall.

I went to bed.

I texted him til three in the morning.

Again.

*DREAMING*

Lambs are frolicking in the fields. The daisies are blowing softly in the wind, the hills are alive with the sound of music.

I can feel myself sitting there, next to someone.

It's Niall.

But he has the voice of a.. a.. Chipmunk.

An I'm trying not up laugh. Because he thinks he's speaking normally, but he's not.

Maybe it's just my ears?

IMAGINE EVERYONE SOUNDING LIKE A CHIPMUNK! My mind yelled at me.

Well my dream mind.

Except Justin Beiber.

He can't really sound any higher tbh.

Yeah.. I'm not a huge fan.

My Dad thought he was called Justin Beaver.

"I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU'RE NOT TAKING ME SERIOUSLY HANE." Niall bursts out. Except in a squeaky, high, chipmunk voice.

Then he bit me. Square on the nose.

Obviously sounding like a chipmunk gives you the mannerisms and teeth of a nasty chipmunk too.

He runs off.

Basha, the llama god appears in front of me.

He spoke.

"Now, young one, what lesson have we taught you in this dream of yours?"

"Never to wish for people to have chipmunk voices. And never irritate a chipmunk, their teeth hurt when they bite you" I stated calmly, rubbing my nose.

"You have learnt well, my lamb in training." Basha disappeared.

I hope I didn't end up looking like rudolph the reindeer.

Or what if it swelled?

Then I'd look like Pinocchio.

"I'M A REAL GIRL, I SWEAR" my mind yelled at nowhere in particular.

Then I fell into a wave of fatigue and I stopped dreaming.