Making a Wish (Louis FanFic)[On Hold](Under Construction)

Chapter 3

I don't think anyone is reading this except for like my friend lol nevertheless I'm updating on a daily basis. maybe someone will come along and be like ooh this sounds interesting. I promise this chapter will be better than the last two chapters that weren't very interesting at all. They actually sort of sucked . . anyways this is where the 'making a wish' part comes in

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"What do you mean lost?!" I interrogated Bridget, "We JUST got here!"

"I have it here somewhere." Bridget said, searching through all of her things. She kept looking in her purse and her suitcase for her passport. We had literally just gotten to the airport and she already lost it.

"Did you check your pockets?" I asked her.

"Do I look like an idiot?" Bridget asked me.

"Yeah, pretty much. Check them." I commanded her.

"I highly doubt that it is in my pocket-" Bridget stopped when she put her right hand in her back right pocket and pulled it out slowly.

"Of course it isn't." I rolled my eyes.

"I just don't put things in my pocket, I usually keep them in my purse." Bridget said.

"That's interesting, Bri." I said, not really paying attention to what she was saying. I was looking outside at the sky. It looked beautiful with all the colors of summer. The red roses planted out front brought the landscape together. In the middle of the field I noticed fluffy white specks. I squinted my eyes a bit, and realized that they were wishing flowers. The proper term isn't wishing flowers. It just makes life more fun to say it that way.

"Hey, what time does our plane leave?" I asked Bridget, turning to her.

Bridget fiddled with her stuff before reading the ticket. "It leaves at 8:30 AM, which gives us plenty of time to spare. I am going to take a nap." Bridget told me. She tried to get in a comfortable position and settled on resting her head on her purse.

"No! Let's go make a wish in the wishing flowers!" I told Bridget.

"Stop acting twelve years old." Bridget scolded me.

"Please, pretty please with a cherry on top?" I asked Bridget.

"No, I need my beauty sleep." Bridet told me.

"You don't need beauty sleep, you are already beautiful. I think that hot guy by the wishing flowers knows it too." I told Bridget.

Bridget's head shot up from my lap. "I'm thinking we should go look at the wishing flowers." Bridget was already up. She was rolling her suitcase towards the door. "Are you coming?" She asked, turning around.

"Yep." I smiled happily. I starting rolling my suitcase towards the middle of the field with Bridget. We probably looked really weird to people: two nineteen year olds walking towards the middle of a field of daffodils, not to mention the fact that we call them 'wishing flowers'.

I looked around the field and saw the biggest wishing flower. I picked it out of the ground, and thought of my wish. I have pretty much wished for the same thing for the past three years.

"Where is the hot guy?" Bridget asked me.

"I lied. Sit down with me." I told her, patting the ground next to me.

"I hate you." She told me, in a best friend way. She sat down next to me. She also picked up a wishing flower, and closed her eyes. I saw her whispering under her breath.

I closed my eyes and wished the same wish I wish over and over again. I wish it every birthday, every 11:11, anytime you can make a wish.

I wish for Louis to fall in love with me.