Hi. My name is Morgan. In this piece of writing I decided to write, you will see a variety of makeups, breakups, love, and hate. So if you are one to get emotional, stop reading here. Well, here is where my story begins.With my best friend, Louis Tomlinson.
"Alright so how many pretzels do you think I can fit in my mouth?" Louis asked.
"What are you Niall or something?" I say. "Ummm, 3."
"Well, you doll, are wrong!" Louis announced while putting 2 large pretels in his mouth and then started choking.
I start histarical laughing. "Oh my god Louis!!! That's so pathetic!" He chewed them and then swallowed it.
"What you think you can do better?" Louis didn't. Did he just challenge me to a pretzel off? Oh, it's on.
I start shoving large pretzels in my mouth. People did say I had a big mouth, but I don't know if that was figuratively or litterly. I stop at 5, breathing through my nose.
"Hey, Louis I wanted to know if-, umm, am I interrupting something or......?"
I look to the doorway where the voice came from. There stood a nicely groomed Harry Styles. Quickly I realized he was starring at me. Oh my god. I've never been this close to Harry before. Usually, I'll see Louis on t.v. with him, or something, but he's never here when I'm here.
"We were having a pretzel off!" Louis exclaimed.
"No we weren't!" I shouted. But since I had 5 pretzels in my mouth. It probably sounded something like this, "Mnoonoo, wheh whoorent!" I piece of pretzel fell out of my mouth as I was talking.
Harry's eyes widened. "Wow, that's some las you got there." His gaze punched me in the stomach as he continued looking at me with disqust. "Well, if you'll, uh, excuse me, I must go to the loo." He said slowly backwalking towards the door. What the bloody hell was that?! Harry hates me.
Louis looked at me questionly. "What's wrong?"
I shove my head in my hands. "Harry just saw me with 5 pretzels in my mouth." Again, I had the pretzels so it really sounded like. "Hahra, jubg shaffff mehhs withesjk 5 PRETSINGS in meeeeh mmoudhni."
"Alright love, I don't understand a word you're saying." He held out a napkin. "Spit."
I spit the pretzels into the napkin. "Harry thinks I'm a freak!" I shout.
"What does it matter to you?" Louis was confused.
"Oh never mind." What Louis didnt know wouldn't hurt him, right? Well, I've had a secret crush on Harry for ages. Like, a very long time. And now he has seen me, and he thinks I am a barmy barmpot! (British words, I'll provide deffinitions at the end of the chapter.) Oh my lord he is gorgous. I'm a dimwit.
''Ok then," Louis said. "Let's go for a walk, Morgan" He smiled and took my hand. He knew walks made me feel better.
"Thanks Lou but, I'm a little tired." I say, " Is there a place I could rest my head for a bit?"
"Sure, Morgan, follow me." I didnt get up. I looked at him and smiled.
"Could you carry me Lou?" I raised my arms up.
He rolled his eyes and picked me up. "Dang girl, what did you eat today?" He said as he carried me up the narrow stairs.
"5 large pretzels." I giggled.
