Flowers were always in his eyes; the most beautiful one going by the name of Prue. This particular flower was a soon-to-be-twenty year old girl Niall had met two years ago. He loved this flower, to say the least, and he wanted to keep her in the sun -- keep her beautiful -- and to do that, he couldn’t be Niall. he had to be James Nile, the best friend of Prue Mitchell.
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“What’s your favorite flower?” she asked.
“Mine are dandelions.”
“Mine’s you,” he replied casually.
She furrowed her eyebrows. “I don’t understand.”
“By my own definition, flowers are beautiful things that grow and help others grow, so I’d say you’re a flower, and my favorite one, too; you’ll always be.”
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