Being Told You're Beautiful

Shattered. Both Hane, I, and the nectarines.

Explanation (for those who care) down under {after the end of the chapter}.

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*Hane's POV*

I sighed. Time to get back home. I needed a plan of action.

When I was home and showered I could think straight, somehow apologise to Niall, come up with an excellent excuse or tell him that I couldn't tell him why I was so late, try and meet up with home again.

I mean if I was him, I would be seriously pissed off.

I LIKE TACOS AND LLAMAS AND CHEESE.

Sorry, don't know where that outburst came from PEACHES.

I think my "quirkiness" is even more prominent when I am shattered.

Which, if you hadn't gathered, I am. Was.

I don't even know anymore.

Maaaaybe, I had eaten too much cheese. Or seen too many musicals. Or stayed up too late texting one of my best friends. Or maybe I really should have just tried to be relatively normal at school.

But, meh, normal is boring.

MATURITY IS OVERRATED.

If only 'When I grow up' from Matilda the musical was actually what being 'grown up' was actually like.

I wouldn't know tbh. I still had a age 10-11 top that was still taken in. You couldn't exactly say I was a 'grown up'.

I DON'T WANT TO GROW UP.

I want to go to NEVERLAND. Go with Peter Pan and the Lost boys and Niall. I'd take him too.

Because, y'know, YOLOUYPPWWABY. [You Only Live Once Unless You Are Peter Pan Who Will Always Be Young].

My ponderings occupied me all the way home on the bus, my headphones simply in my ears to ignore people, seeing as i couldn't listen to music due to the crap phone battery, turning over how best to get Niall to become less annoyed at me.

Durning my shower the llamas and pears convinced me I should call him.

Hopefully it would go to voicemail.

Fingers crossed.

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I am so sorry. I know I keep saying this, but juggling school and family and friends and activities and research and shtuff, times runs away from me.

And yes, relevance is key, as I know from my English class. Don't worry, we are slowly but surely getting there.

As much as I am grateful for all the wonderful reads and comments and votes and fans, even more interaction would be amazing. Like, say hello. If you want me to do you a one shot or something (it would be written as you like it, or like this or something or anything, I'll give it a go), or you guys could submit a snippet that I could insert in here or something? Or send me a chapter, and I'll stick it in here, credits to you and all obviously! Or I will read anything too! Apart from Twilight fanfiction, sorry, I draw the line there.. BUT JUST SAY HI, HONESTLY, PLEASE.

Chocolate cake is only needed in small amounts, unless the pears tell you to beat a javelin player in a chocolate eating contest. Then you eat that cake like no one has ever eaten a cake before. Unless you are Bruce from Matilda. He is the cats pyjamas.