Chapter Twelve
Hello, lovelies. I'm going to tell you right now, this chapter isn't about Ciam, Spiall, Barry, or ever Zannah. This is about Louis. Yes, Louis. Please enjoy (:
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After all of the dramatic Cher phase, we all decided to go and eat. Making our way to the tables, we saw these girls that were dressed just like us.
"Who else is wondering why those girls are dressed like us?" Zayn asked, reading all of our minds.
"You're not the only one." I said, keeping my gaze on the girls who were just horsing around.
"Cher, go talk to those girls." Louis whisper shouted.
"What? Why?"
"We want to know why they're dressed like us." Harry said, answering for Lou.
"Fine." She said, sighing a bit.
Cher walked over to the girls and tapped one of them on the back.
"Oh, hi!" A girl that looked just like Harry smiled.
"That girl looks exactly like Harry." Spencer said, pointing at the girl.
"I may sound a bit weird, but I'm just wondering why you're dressed like the guys from One Direction." Cher said casually.
"Our English teacher gave us a weird assignment to dress like a book character." The girl that was dressed like Niall shrugged.
"But One Direction isn't in a book."
"Yeah, but they have a book. We got F's, but it was totally worth it." The girl that was dressed like me explained.
"That's interesting. Say, where's Louis?"
"She went out to get a fish in those plastic wrapper thingies."
"Oh. Well, I'm Cher."
"Christie." Zayn, well not really Zayn, but you get what I mean, said.
"I'm Destiny." Niall said.
"I'm Bethany." I said.
"And this right here is the Imposturous Harry Styles." Destiny said, pointing at the Harry look-alike.
Zayn and Harry started laughing at her description. She could probably pull off being Harry if she cut her hair.
"How about a nice cup of 'Shut The Fuck Up', Destiny?" The girl spat.
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