Being Told You're Beautiful

Oh dear.

Hane's POV

Three days. Three days it had been. Three. Whole. Radishing. Fermenting. Spaghetti. Days.

And not a single peep from Niall. I was so so frustrated at myself for spoiling everything. What had I done?

Time to drown my thoughts in the shower, my go-to place for calming down.

I mean, I actually had a shower. I wouldn't just stand in the shower cubicle, not switch it on and remain fully clothed would I?

That was so 2008.

Okay, so maybe 2010.

Or 2011.

Or... October 2012. But who cares, if it helps, it helps right?

I stripped and entered the steaming cascade of water. Oh how I loved showers. They were the best invention the human race had come up with so far in my opinion. Forget the wheel, or steam engine, or anything else of the sort. Everyone, and I mean absolutely everyone, every single soul on this here planet earth, every being - should have the pleasure and comfort of a daily contemplative twenty minute steaming shower, regardless of their sex, orientation, colour, size, shape, weight, amount of hair on their heads, choice of hobbies, hairstyles, vegan-ness, vegetablearian-ness, carnivore-ness, dinosaur lovingness, unicorn-ness and gender.

Wait. Aren't gender and sex the same thing?

But seriously, if one of the next campaigns for Government opts for my "world rights to a hot shower" plan, they will most definitely gain my vote.

I belted out a few songs, revelling in the fact the confined space and reflective surfaces actually made my voice sound good.

Mmm, coconut shampooooooooo.

After the shower, I sat in my towel for a wee while.

It's the done thing, didn't you know?

ME SO HIPSTER.

Oh dear.

Anyway, I had just got dressed and was moisturising (it's very important - you do not drag your skin, you LIFT it!) when my portable telephonic device rang.

It made me jump.

And my moisturise tub fell all over the floor as I scrambled to pick up my phone.

Which then slipped out my hands because of the moisturiser.

After an act that made me feel like a potato juggler, I caught my phone, like a boss, and hit the rather large and obtrusive green bar on the touch screen without checking the caller ID, TIME WAS OF THE ESSENCE.

Before I, most gracefully may I add, slipped on the spilt moisturiser, landing with a thud.

Wait, okay, let's be realistic here. Me. Graceful? PAHAHAHHA.

Luckily the phone was still connected to my hand, and I raised it to my ear and heard someone chuckling on the end of the line. "Hello?" I said, rather breathlessly after all that exertion.

After a brief pause, the voice replied. "Hi there, Hane. It's Niall"

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Hey lads. I'm sorry, I really am. Life is crazy. I hope this is okay and I will update this weekend again hopefully!

BUT WAIT. OVER 10,500 READS?! WAIT THERE GURL, SAY WHAAAAAT?!

asdfghjkl; does not even begin to describe it. Thank you, honestly from the bottom of my heart.

So I have an idea for you guys. I thought, maybe, that, you could comment your favourite word of the chapter? And even why, if you feel up to it. Like, if I were you now, I'd probably comment saying 'vegetablearian-ness', because it sounds cool.

Seriously, your support and comments and votes and reads mean so, so much to me, and although I'm not a regular updater you guys are here always haha!

THANK YOU, FROM BOTH ME AND THE LLAMA GODS, CHEZZA AND BASHA.

(The story looks like it will be a long one)