New Angel | N.H.

Chapter seven.

We spend another half hour on the phone. Me basically gawking at how attractive he is every time he looked away. For a little while he managed to keep his attention on me. Till his hands suddenly were holding his guitar once again. I swear those two have some kind of magnetic attraction to each other. He can't put that thing down. 

My heart just about melted when he started playing and singing. I was sitting there in awe. My own personal performance. He softly sang his song New Angel. It's definitely one of my favorites but now I love it even more. Even if I couldn't be there for the performance I feel like the luckiest girl in the world. When he finishes singing I scream and applaud like an idiot.

"Encore!" I shout as if this were a real performance

"Maybe another time. I've been singing all day my voice is gonna go out." He replies as he sets down his guitar next to him.

"I'm going to hold you to that. Just keep talking to me then. This is very American of me to say but I can't get enough of your accent. It's so fun to listen to you talk." I sound like a weirdo but it's true and everyone knows it.

"Americans think every accent is cool."

"Well because accents are cool. Don't hate on my people"

"Your people have very bad taste in president"

"Well for one, we don't claim him. And second we had Obama before him so we made the right choice before the Cheeto came in."

"Well you're not wrong"

We both laugh at the silly conversation we're having. I really can't get enough of this kid. Part of me thought he may not have been as good of a guy as we all grew up believing. You never know who people really are when they're off the camera. Even with me making videos people don't know what I'm like on a day to day basis. I try to stay as true to myself as I can but I probably seem way more fun online. Not like I sit in bed all day watching tv.

"Wow, I just remembered the last time we talked I literally just took my clothes off because I was hot. You didn't say a single thing about how many tattoos I have. Not that you need to but normally people always seem so shocked when they see any of my tattoos"

"Why would they be shocked?"

"Honestly I don't know. People have told me I don't seem like the type to have any let alone not as many as I do. But I also am constantly wearing sweatshirts or hoodies. Jumpers as you guys call them."

"You're an idiot. I don't mind them though. I know I don't have any myself but I'm not opposed to them."

"I'm planning to make a video showing them all soon, just haven't gotten around to it. You can just watch it so I don't have to explain it all twice" I giggle and hop down off my bed. Setting my phone on my desk so I can put on a hoodie.

"Hey where did you go!"

"Sorry I got cold, had to change. Everyday can't be the peep show." I tease

"So are you always hot or always cold? You've already stripped in front of me because you were hot and now you're putting on layers"

"Normally I'm freezing but when you layer up like I do it can get a bit toasty." I pick up my phone and turn the camera onto the back camera. I'm standing at my closet which has mirrors for doors. I start posing in my hoodie which I stole from my dad. Meaning it was way too big.

"As much as I love the fashion show I must say that you are tiny. How tall are ya? 4 feet?"

"Okay mister nearly the same height as Louis. I'm 5'2", not that much shorter than you. That's like what 6 inches if we're being generous. We're eye to eye if I'm wearing heels so I don't want to hear it Horan."