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"i never thought
i'd say this, but
you're not that bad."
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we walked around the park a few times before stopping to throw out the cups holding our tea.
"ok, so you brought me into London, now, you have to tell me why we're here." i say.
"do i?" he asks.
"yes, yes you do," i say nodding.
"you need to get out more, which is why i forced you here." he says.
"i get out plenty," i say.
"right, and i never go out at all." he says.
i roll my eyes playfully,
"come on," he says says grabbing my arm and pulling me across the park.
he stops in front of a building, "wow a building," i say.
"let's go," he says starting to walk up the stairs that lead to the roof.
"uh, i don't think so, i'm terrified of heights." i say.
"you'll be fine," he says.
"what if i fall?" i say.
"then i'll catch you," he says.
i give in and we get to the roof of the building,
we sit down and look at London from the top, it was gorgeous.
i take a deep breath, "ok, you were right, this is incredible." i say.
"told you," he says.
we don't talk and just admire the view for the next ten minutes,
"tomorrow, marks the exactly one year anniversary of my dads death." i say. "and uhm, i'm going to the place he's buried, do you mind coming with me?"
he looks at me, "of course," he says nodding.
"thanks," i say. "you know i never thought i'd say this, but you're actually not that bad." i say.
"you're not too bad yourself," he says.
"stop you're making me blush," i say sarcastically.
we both laugh and then my phone starts to ring, i take it out of my pocket and pick it up.
"hello?"
"Charlotte, where are you?" my mother says through the phone.
"London," i say.
"alone? you know how dangerous that is." she says.
"no, i'm not alone," i say.
"who's with you?" she asks.
"Louis," i say.
