"The life of a star is surrounded by the qualities of a Galaxy;I am that Galaxy."
Slicktor Victor Robinson
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»Chapter Fifteen«
-Niall's Point of View-
The sounds of the gas rolling it's molocules together seems to find its ways to my ears, seeping through my eardrums. Creases form in between my eyes, trying to focus on my seatbelt, making sure to hear it click in its proper spot across my bare abdomen. My fingers rake through my re-touched hair, and part my lips to let out a slight sigh, while the contraption was put into gear, starting on the back side of Mr. Fred's lawn.
I have been mowing lawns all my life, first starting with à girl that lived in my neighborhood, to owning my own lawn service in my home country.
I groan in exaspération as a rock shoots with much force into the back door's handle, and my eyes grew with guilt, knowing Mr. Fred is most likely still asleep right now.
I continue mowing with extream caution, keeping my eyes moving on every little thing; Rocks, Ant Beds, and even à few Flower Averies along the ride as the blade I am sitting on continues to sling and slice, and I do not wish to make à mistake and put à bad reputation sticker on my company car.
My eyebrows knit together as a young lady, maybe twenty three, bringing her yorkie and a golden retrever to her door mat, struggling to find her house keys. Her blonde hair fell over left shoulder; The shoulder facing my current direction, and slammed her hand over the door in frustration. The personality turning my dejavu into overdrive.
"I know, babes. Just let momma find the key, and I'll feed you," She sweetly spoke to the anxious dogs, not caring about how early of the day it is, or about the fact people still may be sleeping.
Well, I an mowing à lawn. I have no room to talk.
"Wh-" I breathed, and turned the mower quite sharply, still trying to eye the woman out of my perephrial vision.
She reaches under the mat that reads Welcome, lads and streaches for the spare set of keys as the sleeve of her shirt exposed à Star on her right wrist- much like they put in the Peter Pan movie.
"Oh my go-" I mumbled in pure shock as I run over another Avery Flower, and a smile creeps on my face as I remember the girl that I started this company with.
Avery.
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"Thank you Niall, very much," Mr. Fred invites me into his house for Orange Juice and Omlets, and I accept, since his wife is on a trip with her church friends to the beach. I never get paid By him, I volunteer because he is a family friend, and is really old.
He invites me to breakfast often, and I accept because I love telling him stories of our generation. He usually gets a real kick out of them.
"So, son. You seem distant this morning?" he grabs a half full carton of milk and slams in on the splintered, wooded kitchen table, and starts making omeltes.
"Uhm, I was very focused, S-"
"Bull," he spits with à teasing smile."I saw you eyeing that young gal. You fancy her?"
I laugh, trying to take in my Orange Juice, "No, Sir. She reminded me of someone."
He winked at me once more before serving omlets on the table.
Eighty Three years old and still kicking the bull strong.
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»Author's Note«
Ayyyy derr
how're you guys? Sorry I updated in the morning, but pfft, why not.
I love you guys.
stars can't shine without darkness.
xTiff(;
p.s I still ship Havery okay
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Stars (Zayn AU)
Fanfiction"The stars get angry at us, just like any other human being would if we ignored their shouts. They shout for love, but not to be loved, no. But for someone else to be loved. Did you know that?"
