Being Told You're Beautiful

So yeah.

*Hane's POV*

A park.

10pm.

Yaaay.

Sense sarcasm.

Casually trying not to get mugged on my way, because you know, it's useful.

I can't stand Niall up again.

Oh god, Niall.

Niall. Niall. Niall.

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These were my thoughts as I wandered through the park to get to the park. So I suppose I was in a ... pre-park of sorts.

Yeah, let's stick with that.

So, anyway, here I was wandering through the pre-park, trying to convince myself that that fateful phone call day never actually happened and this was our first meet up and everything was hunky dory, whilst trying not to get mugged and listening to Mumford and Sons.

Multi tasking ftw.

So yeah. I arrived at the park, and sat down on a swing.

No sign of any movement or life, anywhere. It was that funny time of night, dusk I suppose you'd call it. The one where the sky is that deep, deep blue but it's not quite dark yet? Yeah. That.

All was still. Apart from me. Obvs.

I started to swing along to the beat of 'Babel' and slowly, I was no longer swaying but almost properly swinging.

When, suddenly, I felt a hand push the swing I was on. I screeched in shock and whipped around to slap them straight in the face.

(You can tell how quickly I reacted because I managed to do alllll this before I swung too far away. Boom.)

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I'm sorry. I'm losing motivation to write this. And school is so busy and I'm so torn between things at the moment and homework and concerts and music and trying to continue some form of a social life and ashjsoqodhxn waaaah.

But yeah, I saw Mumford and sons live.

Oh.

My.

Mother.

Of.

Mushrooms.

That is all, any comments at alllll please! I need ideas!!

Don't be a leaf if you can be a tree. Yeah. Okay. Okay. K. Cheerio. Thanks for waiting so long.