Who needs Luck? (1D FanFiction) Sequel to Your Good Luck Charm

Chapter Thirty Six

So a lot of people have been saying that I speak really good English for a French person…. And I’m like LOL, not French. English is my native language and always will be, but thank you for saying I speak it well!

But I do have one thing to say in French:

Je Suis Francais une Baton De Colle.

I have no idea if what I said was correct, I think it was…

But the basic gist of what I said is that I am a French glue stick.

Yeeah.

Eyebeam. (@ParisEmily Get it? Get it…?!)

X Gwen

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“Well that was good..” I said, as we wondered aimlessly around.

Harry nodded and patted his stomach. “Now I know what it feels like to be Niall…”

I tensed slightly. “You really shouldn’t have gone back for fourths.”

“I know!” says Harry, groaning.

“Where are we going?”

“We’re going to catch the 412 back to Sydney University.”

I grin. “But won’t..”

“Everyone recognise me?” He says with a grin. “Yes. That’s the fun of it.”

“But why..”

“Because you need to get you mind of Niall.” He says, leaning in to me with a smile on his face. “And I know just how to do that.”

“Harry..” I say warningly.

“Pose!” He says, pulling his phone out.

“What?” I say, startled as the camera flashes and Harry turns the photo around and I moan. “Oh, Delete it!” My eyes are wide and red and I have a slightly sickeing expression on my face, my nose is bright red and the rest of my face is pale.

“Nope!” He says with a grin and uploads it onto twitter.

I begin to hit him and he holds his hands up. “Stop! Stop!”

But we’re both laughing as it begins to rain.