Lucky

Chapter Ten.

Okay. If I lack something, It's communicating with YOU! So I'm going to make a habit of saying hello to you, and thanking you all. So, Lucky just passed 500 reads, and I couldnt be more excited. I feel the second book drawing in on me. I cant wait. To be honest, I just want to write the third one. Ha. I also am looking forward to finishing this so I can work on some other stuff. 

So Adios for now. x

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Chapter Ten Song Inspiration:

I wipe the ivisible sweat from my forehead, and sigh, slumping on the edge of the bed.

I was packing, again.

My suitcase sat in the middle of the room, an eruption of clothes spilling out from all edges.

If someone want's to pack, don't ask me to.

I slide off the edge of the bed, onto the floor, and look up towards the ceiling fan with it's beautiful period detail. I smile, and look over by my desk towards my clock.  I could vividly hear a tick tock noise from inside. I roll my eyes, standing up.

I had to get a move on, or someone would be annoyed. Meaning Harry.

Walking over towards my dresser, pulling open one of the draws. I search for the remainder of my jean collection, which I insisted I should take to England. I found only two other pairs creating my set of 16. Blue, black, white and technicoloured.  

I liked it that way.  

My collections included an array of check shirts, sweaters and long sleeved shirts. A never ending choice. I had no idea why I could complain I had nothing.  

That's right. It's the hot summer months. Spring and Summer were my least favourite months. Singlets and short's sucked, and it seemed to be a time for chicks to hook up with guys and for people to change. It wasn't my thing, and it never would be. Neither had singlets and shorts been my thing. And I couldn't swim, so we could tick that one off the list. I hated Summer.

However I was trying my best to pull off a look I had never been able to pull off. The black shorts paired with a white 'Breakfast at Tiffany's' singlet were working for now, until I spilt something on them, which I always managed to do. I was a klutz.

I tossed the final few singlets and shorts into the bag before attempting to zip it shut it, however, I end up falling to the side, on my face.  

Sitting up, I hear footsteps coming towards the closed door. I stare at the jackets and array of bags which hung limply on the back of the door. I close my eyes are the person entry's, but they don't. 

Instead, all I hear is a knock. A knock. Really?

"Can I come in?" I'd notice his voice any time.  

"Yep" I mumble. I stutter. A mutter. A mutter! "Come in"

The door slowly opens and the boy with the curly hair, long torso and beautiful green eyes appears.  He's smiling. Gosh, I loved his smile.  

I quickly scoot back onto the suitecase, which I reckon was nearly as big as me, I could fit inside it easily, without any trouble, as long as I tucked my legs up to my chest.  

I cross my arms and grin as the curly haired boy approaches me. He sqauts down so he's at my eye level. He looks away and grins cheekily. I can't help but grin and let out a small giggle.  

"Hey" he says quietly, turning his head towards me, flipping his curls at the same time.  

I bite my lip and blush a little.