P r o l o g u e
Spending my time on a huge library, was the best thing I've ever did. The library has Wifi connection, and literally, I want to live here for like - forever and ever. Even the library is quiet, I still like it here. Let's not forget about the books, the perfect books. There's also William Shakespear and Stephen King. I'm literally screaming inside right now.
I pressed my headphones into my ears and played The 1975. Most of the teenagers are overly obsessed with Justin Bieber and Austin Mahone. Their songs are so crappy. The songs goes like: "Mhm mhm yeah, yeah" and "If I was your boyfriend, I'll never let you go"
But then there's The 1975. For crying out loud, they're like the younger version of The Beatles and a little bit of Nirvana. I must admit that, I'm a huge fan of Nirvana and Beatles. Even Kurt Cobain died already. Literally.
I must stop saying literally, literally.
UGHHHHHH
My phone vibrated, it was Taylor calling. As I clicked the answer button, an irritating scream blasted from my speaker. Damn, it was on loud speaker. The librarian warned me and I just nodded.
"What the heck? What's the problem with you?! I thought you and Ed are-"
"I'm getting- ugh, Eunice Ruth! Oh, god."
"What?! Taylor, I-"
"Be proud of me, you daughter of a peach!" She exclaimed and I rolled my eyes. Well, I'm a hopeless romantic like William effing Shakespear.
I groaned as I muttered, "Fudge, girl. I don't even know what are you talking about."
Taylor can be annonying sometimes, but I still love her. Since we were thirteen, she have this massive crush on Ed. Yep, I'm talking about Ed Sheeran. Taylor's boyfriend. Our boy best friend since kindergarden.
"So?" she mocked in an annoying tone as I muttered, "Congrats, yay."
"Really, Eunice. I'm already at home, go back.." She trailed in, "NOW!"
I declined and put the book that I'm currently reading inside my backpack. I put my headphones around my neck and turned off my iPod touch, so you know. The magical battery.
I went home and saw Taylor eating pizza. I gasped and saw three big boxes of Pizzas. I crossed my arms on my chest and gave her a death glare. If you think Taylor Swift doesn't eat too much, but bish please, she eats a lot more than I do.
I sat at the stool and stared at her. She took a huge bite of her peperoni pizza and drank Diet Coke. Sponsor, of course. She closed the box and sat in front of me. And again, we were having our staring contest.
After 5 seconds, she flinched and danced in victory.
"So? Who's the champion? It's me! Me, me, me!" I danced my victory dance as Taylor interrupted "Yeah, yeah. Okay, ready for the huge anouncements?"
I gave her a 'What' look and she said it. I can't believe it. She's like twenty three years old and then, boom. I hung my mouth open as I stood up.
"What? You're getting married? To whom?" I asked, feeling proud. She raised an eyebrow and I knew it. It was our childhood bestfriend, her boyfriend for 2 years already, and my cousin. He's also famous like her: So, I think people know about it.
"Ed! Ed Sheeran, you silly!"
"Oh, my god. Congrats, really. Are there still announcements?" I asked as I sat beside her. She nodded and said, "Yeah, you're the maid of honor."
This is actually third time to be the maid of honor. See, I'm nice and loveable. But some people don't really like me but I just don't know why. I got excited and I literally want to cry with her. Smiling but we're closing in fudging tears.
"Who's the best-"
"Oh, you won't believe it but it's Harry! Harry Styles from One Direction! Ed chose him, so. I know that we used to date but - yeah..."
My heart just dropped. I couldn't even hear her voice anymore. She keeps on blabbering about where, when, and who are the flower girls. Harry Styles will be partner? No! I just can't even. Damn, son. Thoughts attacked, curiosity, and so and so on.
Harry Styles is my partner in my best friends' wedding, I don't think that I'll survive this. Damn, I need Jesus for this thing. Harry Styles is just a huge no.
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OH MY GOSH EUNICE OMG OMG OMG OMG HI OKAY
