Hopeful In London (1D Fanfiction Sequel to Trapped In London)

12. A Messy Canvas

Omgomg. Idk why I wrote this.. I'm just in such an insane mood!! Gah!  This is more a quick, filler chapter, but trust me. You should NOT skip it.

~Maggie xx

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~12. A Messy Canvas~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Taylor's POV

"God, God, God, God, God," Beside me was a freaking out Maggie, her eyes wide and her expression insane.

"Well that's new," Meghan commented.

"what!? What's new!?" 

"You said 'God' more than once in the same sentence. Or you said it period," She pointed out, which was actually new. She rarely ever said it. 

"Meghan shut up. I'm freaking out here!" 

"We can tell. But we can't give you any help or comfort you unless we know why," I pointed out, looking at my hand in admiration at the ring that Niall gave me.

"I already told you!!" She countered, glaring hard.

"Well, yeah but wedon'tunderstandyouwhenyoutalklikethis,"

"…What?"

"Exactly,"

"Whatever. I can't find my paintbrush!" She exclaimed.

"Oh my god you're freaking kidding me," I groaned, rolling my eyes and leaning back on the couch.

"What?! This is serious shit Taylor,"

"No. You have an entire room FILLED with your art stuff,"

"But you don't understand!"

"… You must have more than one paintbrush,"

"It's different! Every size matters! And I can't find the little one for details!!"

"… You're a what? Millionare? Go buy a new damn paintbrush," Meghan countered.

"But I can't!!"

"The hell. It's not that huge a deal!"

"Yes it is!"

… What was her problem?

"How?!"

"What if your instrument thing lost one of the little prissy, knob, thing, thingies?"

"… It's a Flute, or a guitar.. Or a Saxophone… And a Saxophone has keys, Maggie,"

"Okay! Well what if you lost one of those?!"

"I'd buy a new one… But I don't really think that you can just loose one of those.. And you'd have to buy an entire new-"

"THERE'S MY PROBLEM!"

"What the f*ck is your problem? I don't understand!" Meghan stared at her with confused eyes, her gaze seeming to angle in different directions.

"Oh my gosh! I'm going home," She threw her arms up and left, stomping out the door.

"I think that se has ADHD.. Like legit," I sighed.

"I think she forgot her boots. And her coat. And her Make-up… And……." Meghan paused.

"What?"

"… We're at her house," Meghan sighed.

I snorted, laughing slightly at Maggie's stupidity. I loved her so much, but for real. Where the hell is she going anyway? Out the house and around the corner?

Sure enough moments later, she opened the door and stomped in.

"This is my house," She announced, and trudged into her room, hair and eyelashes sparkling from the snow that was dotted on her.