Being Told You're Beautiful

Cheese classes look great on your CV, js.

A/N: I AM SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SORRY. It's been nearly three weeks without you guys, like honestly, I haven't read any more than about two chapters in spare moments in the whole time! School has been so craaaazy busy. I should be asleep right now, cos I have to get up in six hours haha, but I had to update for you guys!

So hopefully, here goes, if I remember my plan ..

*Hane's POV*

The voice was worried, but conversational, as if they were scared of me. They had every right to be, I was a state.

I looked up. I was met with a pair of concerned, chocolate coloured eyes. They were framed by a thick pair of long eyelashes. His face was manly and he had dark, flicky hair, which looked very soft. He was obviously older than I was, I guessed at about 18.

I recovered my thought process from girl mode and scrambled a hasty reply in my brain.

"Um.. Yeah.. Just having one of those days really.." I replied, wary of this strangers kindness. He may be a hot stranger, but I had been taught well at school.

STRANGER DANGER.

STRANGER DANGER.

STRANGER DANGER.

"Care to elaborate?" he enquired, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.

Oh, so he was the I'm-gonna-mess-you-around-with-my-stunning-good-looks-and-take-advantage-of-you-then-dump-you kind of guy.

Not that I am quick to judge, or anything like that.

WHO IN THE NAME OF GOUDA GAVE YOU THAT IDEA?

(Gouda is a cheese btw, for all you non-cheese experts out there. Honestly, get along to cheese making classes in the summer holidays. Looks great on the CV)

"Um, let me think about that.. How about no?!" I snapped back at him.

So maybe that was a bit harsh.

Oh wellllll, can't change it now.

A chorus of llamas applauded me in my mind.

I'm not crazy, my mother had me tested.

BIG BANG THEORY REFERENCE

The mystery dude, however, was unfazed. He simply asked why I wouldn't tell him.

My answer consisted of these main points:

1. I don't know you

2. You don't know me

3. You wouldn't understand

4. The llamas would not appreciate me telling their deepest darkest secret to a total stranger.

He gave me a weird look after that last one.

Niall wouldn't have done that. He would have laughed, or joined in.

Cause he's awesome sauceome like that.

Niall.

Niall.

Niall.

Niall. Niall. Niall. Niall. His name was on a constant loop in my mind.

Why the flaming pudding had I been so stupid?!

OH OH OH WE HAVE A DEVELOPMENT. The stranger has stood up. I repeat, the stranger has stood up.

Over.

"Well, if you get need a chat, call me. I'm always up for a conversation." and with that, he handed me a scrumpled piece of paper, and walked off.

Yeah, more like if you want to talk to an overly eager and sexually frustrated predator who looks hot but really is not (see the rhyming there?!) inside..

He's got some nerve.

Wanker.

A/N:

A daddy long legs just flew past my ear, attracted to the light. Not fun. :( felt like a blooming fan was in my ear and tickling me. So I hid under the covers to write half of it, sorry if it's short, it was boiling in there.

I'm sorry it's been so long, I'll try upload ASAP next time! I'll just have to find/ re-write my plan...

VOTE AND COMMENT PLEASE, IT MEANS SO MUCH AND WILL MAKE ME UPLOAD FASTER WHICH MEANS MORE OF THIS ABSOLUTE JARGON. Yaaaaaay!

Also, please do tell me if you have any advice or criticism or anything, would be muchly appreciated!

Aaaaand, (last thing, I promise!) If you want to chat, say hi. I will ALWAYS ALWAYS reply. If you want me to read a story, say so. Chances are I will, unless I have no time, in which case I'll save it to my library and will tell you when I start reading it.

DON'T LET THE LLAMAS DO THE MACARENA WITH THE BUTTER CHURNERS!