Miss me, dudes?
Jean-Claudes?
Assez bien?
Jibberish.
Picasso of words xx
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My children were stolen from me. Not literally. Some old dance friend had a daughter, and I thought they called to chat with me, but infact they didn't know I had even left england. They were asking for a playdate.
Henry, on the other hand, was out with Niall. Movies and Laser tag. I rolled my eyes at this. Niall knows his way to the boy's heart. I feel like Hen is warming up to him, thank goodness.
I was sitting down and reading, finally. Nothing sexy. I was reading about the U.S.S.R., so not sexy. At all. I confess to being a history nerd.
My heart was beating as I was on the third chapter of the cuban missle crisis.
I... I need a life.
It's not good when your daugther has for friends than you. Brilliantly awkard, actually.
My phone buzzing, tickling my butt. I found it, lifted it, answered it without checking the caller ID.
"Hello?"
"Hey babe," Harry.
"So I was wondering if you'd like to go out with me."
"Sure."
"Tonight at seven?"
"I... I need to find someone to watch the twins."
"Liam can."
"Are you sure he'd-"
"it's Liam."
"That doesn-"
"I will get him to watch them. Don't do anything to that beautiful face of yours, but wear something you like."
"That tells me nothing. I'm assuming this is a suprise?"
"A dazzling one."
"Are we going to the war museum?" I mused.
"Damn it, you figured me out."
"Haha, ok. What are we doing?"
He paused a bit. Chuckling could be heard.
"Nothing. Just look like you want to."
"That tells me-"
Beep.
Rude.
I checked my watch. It was four fifty seven. So I have about two hours. That's plenty of time. Right?
Right.
I tiptoed up to the guest bedroom, where I had been air-matressing it on the floor, half in the closet. Which was empty, so it wasn't painful. My bag was above it, so I yanked it down by the strap.
Clothes spewed about the matress, and a bra fell on the floor.
Oh, well, whatever.
I took my phone out an jammed up the Kanye West. That's right, Kanye west.
I knew all the words, and wiggled my hips, choosing my look. I don't want to look too casual. I mean, dress nicely, right?
I wasn't going to wear heels, because knowing Harry, this could involve some moving about.
I settled with:
pale minty-blue color silk dress with gold flowers on it, with straps. Black booties, with wedges, so it's not immoble.
