We had a good rest of the day, for the most part. Harry, though, looked like someone had taken away his cat. (Haha i know im so funny)
After I talked to Charlie, we actually got along pretty nicely. Even Julia got along with her. And thats like a crime against the queen.
I love being in England, if I didnt tell you. England is full of different people and different languages. If you can imagine living in a Social Studies book, thats probably the best description I can give.
As I was thinking this to myself, staring out the car window, Niall poked me in the rib cage, "Whatcha looking at?"
I tiredly waved him off and laid my head on his shoulder.
We finally had arrived at the mansion to a girl in the doorway. Man, was she pissed.
"Boys, you were supposed to be back 30 minutes ago!" said the peeved girl.
She was pretty, for someone so mad. Her blond hair reached her shoulders, so a little shorter than my own. She was probably 5'3'' and was dressed like a lawyer.
The boys looked like children as they groaned and whined. Charlie turned to me and whispered, "Grace, the "field agent" of management." She put Field Agent in hand quotations.
I looked to Julia, looked back to Charlie, and made a small O with my lips.
We carefully slipped by a brutal scream down by Grace. I literally ran to my room. *Bam* I slammed the door, threw my clothes off, put on my sweats and a nutella t shirt my mom had got for me the christmas before.
I threw myself on my bed and I was out like a light.
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FanfictionBelly Ramierez. Shy and secret singer songwriter. Niall Horan. Soul searching popstar in need of love. All they need is this moment. This one. Right now.