P.S. There's a French phrase in here but I don't speak French, like, at all, so I used Google translator. So if the phrase is wrong, blame Google.
Anyway, thank you again so much!
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20 November, 2011
I think I want a dog. Yes…yes I have decided. I need a dog in my life.
20 November, 2011, ten minutes later
Dad doesn’t seem keen on the whole dog idea. I shall persuade him.
20 November, 2011, later
Harry just called to see how I was doing. I’m kind of tripping out at this other side of Harry. Since when is he considerate and protective?
I told him I was doing better. Then I thanked him again. He brushed off my thanks casually. There was a moment of silence so I decided to ask him how I should go about persuading my dad to let me get a dog.
“You want a dog?” Harry asked.
“I very much want a dog,” I said.
“Since when?”
“Since this morning. So, have any ideas?”
“Well, what kind of dog?”
“A giant one,” I told him importantly. “Like a Great Dane or Mastiff or something.”
“Why do you want such a big dog?”
“I’m not sure I understand your question.”
“Okay,” he snorted. “Maybe that’s why your dad doesn’t want one. Because you want one that’s so big.”
“But giant dogs are cool,” I argued.
“I know,” Harry said quickly. “It just might be a contributing factor.”
“Perhaps,” I mused. “So any ideas?”
“Er, show him how responsible you are?” he suggested. “Maybe do some research so he knows you’re serious.”
“Yes, this is what I’ll do,” I said.
“Excellent.”
More silence. I guess I could have hung up but I didn’t consider that as an option at the time. Instead, I changed the subject again.
“So, who are you inviting to the dance?” I asked.
“I’m not sure,” he said thoughtfully. “Maybe Heather. Or Stephanie.”
“Definitely,” I agreed though I had no idea who those girls were.
“Has Niall officially asked you yet?” Harry asked.
“Not yet,” I shrugged.
“I’m sure he’ll do it soon,” Harry said.
“Probably.”
This time the silence was a little too awkward so I told him I was going to start researching to get my dog. We hung up.
He actually had some good ideas, though. I looked up information on Great Danes and then made a poster with facts and pictures of the dog. I took it into my Dad’s room and forced him to sit through a presentation. I was sure to include the absence of Chase in it a lot to make Dad sentimental. I think it worked because he told me he would think about it.
20 November, 2011, night
Just watched Chase on the TV. He’s back home in the US at some competition. He did brilliantly, of course. I miss the little turd.
21 November, 2011
It’s only lunch and so much has happened. Vivian has decided that we’re really good friends now and sat by me in German. I looked over at Zayn uncomfortably. He looked confused and shrugged.
In all honesty, I have nothing against Vivian. She was actually really nice and helpful the night of the party. I know that she has a bit of history with Jessica, but is thatreally my problem? Well, actually, yes. Part of the Girl Code kind of forces you to dislike anyone that personally wrongs your friends. While I don’t consider Vivian to be entirely guilty of this crime, Jessica feels she is guilty so, therefore, she is guilty via the Girl Code.
Because let’s be honest. I’ve only known Harry three months and I already kind of know what kind of a reputation he has. I’m the least whore-ish person in our gang, and even I would know better than to get sentimental after a night with Harry. Jessica has known him much longer. And, according to Camilla, Vivian has been a slag for a long time. So why is Jessica mad at the two for something they’ve always done? That would be like me getting mad at Camilla for playing hockey or at Niall for being friends with Louis. It’s just part of what they do.
But does Jessica want to hear about that? Of course not. So until I figure out how to handle that situation, I’m just going to keep pretending to be working on homework any time Vivian tries to talk to me.
Anyway…what was I talking about?
Oh, so, yeah. That happened.
Nothing happened in math so I’ll just move us right along.
Music Theory was a hot mess of excitement, confusion, and all around, um, crazy. Mr. Sharp announced to the class that one of his good friends heard about our projects. Mr. Sharp must have said really nice things about our projects because his friend wanted to come by and see us all perform.
That’s all fine and dandy, but here’s the kicker. His friend is Warren Davis. Yeah. I know.
Actually, I had no idea who he was until Niall explained it to me. But he’s this big shot in the music business. He’s a producer and he’s worked with Adele, McFly, The Saturdays, and a whole bunch of other bands that I can’t remember but Niall said they were very famous. So the buzz around class is that Warren Davis is coming to class to scout for new talent.
The Foxy Five are so stoked that I honestly think Louis peed his pants a little bit. They’ve always loved doing music together and now they hope they can make a career out of it. I think it’s great they’re so excited about it, but the music industry is pretty unforgiving.
I don’t know that for a fact, but I suspect. Chase is kind of in the business and he calls at least once a week to complain about something for hours.
Camilla and Maggie also think this is our big break. I don’t have the heart to tell them that I have no interest at all in being a musician. I love music. I love it with every fiber of my being. But that’s just it. Turning something I love so much into a job might take away its appeal. Plus, we already had one famous kid in the family. I think Dad would have an actual hernia if I left, too.
This, of course, is considering we would actually be signed, which is impossible.
But anyway, Warren Davis is coming on Friday, so everyone is talking excitedly about rehearsals and outfits and blah, blah, blah. That leaves me to write in here pretty inconspicuously.
21 November, 2011, two minutes later
Though, now that I think about it, I have no idea what I want to do when I’m out of school. I don’t really want to go back to the States. My family and friends are all here. I could go to college or whatever. What do I want to be when I grow up? Maybe…well, let’s see. What interests me? Music. Boys. Writing. Sitting. Hockey. Sleeping. Eating.
Damn. I need more interests.
I’ll figure it out later.
21 November, 2011, English
Charlotte has given up on my spelling for the time being. But she did warn me about using British slang in my papers. She said she was glad I was adapting so well and embracing the language, but writing, “The red scarf represented his passion for her, innit?” was inappropriate. I think I even wrote, “This was the dog’s bollocks,” in one paper. Quite funny if you think about it.
Maybe I should be a humor writer.
21 November, 2011, home
Niall officially asked me to the dance. It was a scavenger hunt which I think we all can agree is awesome. I kind of expected him to just ask me in person all casually since that’s what most couples seem to do. I should have known Niall wouldn’t do that.
So, Niall and Liam ducked out of gym a little early which should have been suspicious but I was too busy trying to avoid getting hit in the head with Fiona’s tennis serve. Once gym was over, I went to my locker and found a note tucked into it and a single purple rose. I opened it and smiled.
Go to the place where we first spoke.
I looked up to find Camilla and Fiona grinning at me. I changed quickly and hustled to the French classroom with Camilla and Fi right on my heels. Madame Lier was sitting at her desk. She eyed me and I hesitated. Then she broke into a smile and handed me a note with another purple rose.
Alpha
Rencontrez-moi à l'endroit où nous avons d'abord embrassé
I looked at the note in confusion for a moment. Not because I couldn’t understand it, but because he told me to go to the place where we first kissed. If memory served me correctly, that was in his bedroom. I shrugged and thanked Madame Lier. Camilla and Fiona were great company as we walked to his house. Liam already asked Camilla by serenading her. Louis asked Fiona by hiring a policeman to show up at her house and pretend to arrest her. When she started to freak out, the policeman told her he would let her off if she agreed to go to the dance with Louis. The best part of the whole thing ? Louis hired a stripper policeman.
I got to Niall’s house and his aunt was already waiting for me. I smiled at her and walked up the stairs. I expected Niall to be in his room and that would be the end of the scavenger hunt. Alas, I was wrong.
On his bed was another note and another rose.
Go where it all began.
I assumed he meant our “relationship” but the ice rink was way too far away to walk to. That’s when I saw his aunt in the doorway, swinging keys in her hand with a wicked grin on her face. I giggled and the four of us got into the car. By car, it only took about five minutes.
Again, I was expecting Niall, but instead there was fucking Gus with a note and rose. After a quick hug and greeting, he handed me the note and rose. I wondered how Niall tracked down Gus and convinced him to stand there for who knows how long.
Meet me where you sang for me the first time.
My house. He took me on a scavenger hunt just to go back home? His aunt bustled us back into the car and we drove the familiar route back to my house. Camilla and Fi fell back which I definitely noticed. The house seemed to be entirely empty. The lights were out and I couldn’t here anything. I took an uncertain step inside and pursed my lips.
“Try the back garden,” Camilla said from behind me, scaring me senseless.
“I didn’t know you were there,” I admitted.
“Try the back garden,” she repeated with a smirk.
I smiled at her and made my way to the back door. I slid it open and looked at the scene before me. My mouth fell open and my heart pounded and I was on the verge of bawling joyfully.
The whole gang was outside and Camilla and Fiona ran out to join them. Dad stood off to the side and beamed at me. Niall stood in the middle of everyone with another, final, rose. But next to him, sitting in excitement, was a Great Dane. The precious dog was clearly a puppy because he barely reached Niall’s knee. He was wiggling around but he stayed seated. I saw a note tucked into the dog’s collar but I was too overwhelmed by the dog itself to pay the note much attention.
“Oh my god,” I breathed. I was dangerously close to crying and I forced myself to take a few breaths.
“I think he has a note for you,” Niall said.
In a flash, I was by the puppy’s side, kneeling down. The dog licked me anywhere he could and I pet him anywhere I could. He was the cutest fucking thing in the whole wide world. I eventually managed to pull away from the ball of precious long enough to take out the note.
Will you go to the dance with me?
“Yes!” I cried. I stood up and threw my arms around Niall’s neck. “Yes! Yes!”
“Wait, so was that a yes?” Louis asked. Fiona punched him.
“Oh my god,” I said, my voice shaky with emotion. “You got me a dog?”
“Well, with some help,” Niall shrugged and he actually looked a little guilty. I turned to Dad and gave him a hug. Then I hugged Niall again. Then I just sat down on the ground next to my new puppy.
“He shall be named Hagrid!” I yelled. Hagrid crawled into my lap and his tail was wagging so hard that his whole body wiggled with the effort. I held him and hugged him as everyone took turns leaning down and petting him, also.
It wasn’t until Harry kneeled down beside me and Hagrid nestled his face into Harry’s outstretched hand that things kind of clicked. I hadn’t had the chance to mention to Niall that I wanted a dog. I mean, I had only just decided I wanted one about thirty-six hours ago. Dad knew I wanted one, obviously, but how would Dad have told Niall about that? Short answer: He wouldn’t have. That only meant one thing. Harry was the only other person that knew about my desire to get a dog. And Harry was far more likely to convey that message to Niall than Dad was.
I didn’t realize I was staring at Harry until his eyes met mine. For some unknown reason, I blushed up a storm and had to bury my face into Hagrid’s neck. Something about the whole situation made me feel kind of…guilty. Yeah, I guess guilty is a good word. Technically, Niall and I were still a fake couple. The only reason we became a fake couple was to ward off Harry. And now, out of the clear fucking blue, Harry is actually the one that keeps surprising me in the best ways possible. I mean, I couldn’t really compare him to Niall—and I wouldn’t want to—because they’re so different. But I could compare the Harry that I met to the Harry I knew now. And though I would never admit it out loud, I actually wouldn’t mind dating this new Harry.
But I’m already dating Niall. Kind of. And let’s face it, dating Niall is a pretty sweet gig. He’s a good listener, he’s there for me when I’m feeling down, he buys me bloodydogs, and he’s just all around a great guy.
So, yes. Niall. Niall is awesome. I shall forget Harry and his more than sweet gesture to get me a dog. This is the plan.
Right, now that that’s out of the way, I can go back to talking about Hagrid, the coolest dog in the whole wide world. Niall told me that his aunt is friends with a dog trainer and the trainer had Hagrid and a few of his siblings. She was training the litter for an older woman whose dog had puppies. She couldn’t keep all of the puppies so the trainer tried to find a home for the precious angels. So that explains why Hagrid sat patiently by Niall instead of running into his mommy’s loving embrace.
It also explains why he’s already potty trained, something that sealed the deal for my papa.
After awhile, everyone left except for Niall and Dad (obviously). Niall and I took Hagrid to my room to see what other tricks he knew. Well, that’s what I told my dad. In reality, I jumped Niall as soon as the door was closed. Hagrid ran around the floor and I could hear Dad starting dinner downstairs as I pushed Niall onto the bed and crawled on top of him.
“Damn, you really love dogs,” Niall smirked.
We didn’t kiss for very long and it didn’t get any more passionate but I just needed to show Niall my appreciation via hormones. After I got that out of my system, Niall and I sat on the floor with Hagrid and played with him. Niall stayed for dinner and then left. I video chatted to Chase to show him his replacement. Chase seemed excited even if it was only five in the morning where he was.
Now I write in here as Hagrid sleeps at my feet.
I can’t believe it. I have a dog. Shit gets done when you’re friends with Niall. And Harry. Dammit. I’m not thinking about Harry, remember? And I’m most certainly not thinking about how I wouldn’t have Hagrid right now were it not for him. That is not happening.
………..
Fuck.