3K READS YOU GUYS!!!!!!!! WE DID IT!!!!!! I LOVE YOU ALL THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR GIVING ME THIS I NEVER THOUGHT MY STORY WOULD EVER GET THIS FAR WHEN I BEGAN! YOUR READS AND VOTES ARE WHAT KEEP ME WRITING WHEN I FEEL STUCK SO THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ENABLING ME TO DO SOMETHING I LOVE SO MUCH AND BRINGS ME SO MUCH HAPPINESS!!!!! <3<3<3
and then this chapter... idk... yeah... theres a relative possibility i was high or there was some sort of gas leak in my house when i began writing this... but hey! maybe it was beneficial?! or maybe its a slightly fucked up filler chapter XD we'll see!
[Editing Me: Uh so i'm sorry about this. I was talking to my friend ( Maddy_98 ) the other day about this chapter and we decided this is a peek into the inner-workings of my mind that happen on a daily basis. The only difference is... I usually don't write it down... and it's a little scary... I'm sorry]
and for those of you in America today honoring 9-11✌️
Nobody Compares
I'm on a fluffy cloud. A fucking fluffy cloud. I sing in my head, rocking my head side to side against the comfortable pillow as I slowly awake. This bed is fucking heaven.
I didn't even notice Hailee lying across me the entirety of the night, for I was so absorbed in the fluffiness of the comforter and pillows that surround me in a sheltered cocoon of hugs and butterfly kisses.
OMG! Butterfly kisses, and I'm in a cocoon like a caterpillar waiting to be freed as a beautiful butterfly. I wonder what color butterfly I would be? Hmm... well I'm wearing my high school sweatshirt with our class color, so maybe I'll be purple! Purple is my fave anyways. Then red, then green, but not the bright greens, but like army green. I don't like it as a color in general, but it's like the best thing ever created when it comes to fashion. If I were to become a butterfly based on my wardrobe, I would probably be a black, maroon, army green, and maybe some brown and grey with ripped wings. Oh! And combat boots.
I'd be a kick-ass butterfly.
God dammit. Now I really want to be a butterfly. I could flap around and run into windows all I want and people couldn't say nuttin' cause they wouldn't speak the language of me and my fellow colorful insects of the sky. We would be like 'omg did you see that slut with the butterfly tattoo on her ass?!', in butterfly talk, of course, but they wouldn't even know. We could just fly around and say anything we want or do anything we feel like or accidentally do and no one could say 'you're such a stupid bug' because we wouldn't understand them, and plus why would they be talking to a butterfly? If I could understand them I would tell them that I'm a freakin butterfly and they better get on their knees and praise me because, goddammit, I AM A BEAUTIFUL FUCKING BUTTERFLY! Then again, even if I could understand them in order to respond in this manner, they wouldn't be able to understand me. And if they did, then we would both understand each other and ALL HELL WOULD BREAK LOOSE!
OMG! It'd be like that bee movie where the bees go ape shit crazy on the humans or something and everyone dies!
Okay maybe that isn't how the movie actually goes, but that is how I am remembering it for this current internal debate. So shut up stupid conscious, I can lie to myself all I want to in my head!
Given this false information I am allowing to be true for the time being, BUTTERFLY FRIENDS READ MY MIND AND DON'T FOLLOW YOUR BEE FRIENDS IN THE INSECT REVOLUTION!
Hopefully they will get the message. If not, I am in the process of becoming one of them as we speak, so by the time the war begins, I will be on the winning side.
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The Assistant // Louis Tomlinson
Fanfictionpain makes us stronger, scars show we survive, butterflies give us wings to escape, and love helps us to heal our wounds... which is exactly what he did for me. ☆☆☆☆☆ When Avery Williams, a 21 year-old post-graduate fashion student, lands her dr...
