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So, SO SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Hi,
Hi Ho.
Hey.
Hiddle di diddle de do.
Mhmmm.
You just got told!
X Gwen
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Natalie’s POV
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An expression of utter terror, disbelief and…. Happiness? Crosses her face.
“Harry likes me?” she says finally.
I nod.
“Holy Guc-“ she turns to me suspiciously. “Wait a second. Did he… actually say he likes me?”
“Well… No.”
“So you don’t know for sure!” she says, triumphant.
“It’s pretty obvious though.”
She scoffs. “Says the girl who thinks Elmo is gay.”
“He is!” I said. “He sings, he wears a fluffy suit, his friends-“
“I’m not going to let you ruin my childhood.” Said Lucy, pulling a stubborn face.
“He is so gay!” I said. “He prances around like a-“
“Natalie.” Lucy warns.
I roll my eyes, but I’m secretly glad she’s here.
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An Hour Later
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Lucy’s POV
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“Well, I must say.. our cookies look professional.” Says Natalie.
“Don’t you mean our biscuits?” I say. “Adopting the Aussie slang already?”
She blushes. “Whatever.”
I pull of my mittens and apron. “I have to go.” I say.
She frowns. “Go where?”
“Well, the class is over. And I have to met someone.”
“Who?” she asks.
“Someone!” I call.
She rolls her eyes. “Fine! Don’t tell me then!”
I turn to see Eliza hovering by the door. “Ready to go?”
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“so. where are we going?” Eliza asks.
“It’s a surprise.” I say, grinning.
“Can’t you at least tell me?” she says. I concentrate on the road.
“Nope.”
She groans. “Why not? Please? Pretty Please?”
“No way.”
She rolls her eyes and I turn the car into a street, searching for the house. Then I spot it and park the car.
“C’mon.” I say.
“Coming!” she says, unbuckling her seat belt.
We walk in silence, walking down the street, which is lined with tree’s and terracotta houses. I go up to the old house, number Two Hundred and Seventeen Abercrombie street. I knock on the door and I hear her footsteps, running down the old crème carpet stairs.
She opens the door and hugs me immediately, when she realises me she realises I must have brought a guest.
“Hey.” She says, turning to Eliza. “I’m Hannah.”
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“You’re Hannah Heyward!!!” says Eliza excitedly. “Zayn’s girlfriend!!!”
Hannah grins. “Yeah…. Well, kind of.”
She ushers us inside, and quickly closes the door. “The Paparazzi have been acting up again.” She says, running a hand through her hair. “It’s really annoying.”
Eliza turns to me. “How many famous people do you know??”
I laugh, “Not many.”
Hannah smiles. “And you must be…?”
“Eliza!” says Eliza, “Eliza Deitch! I can’t believe I’m meeting you!”
We walk down the small hallway and Hannah brings us into the kitchen. “So.. What will it be?” she asks.
I frown. “What are you talking about?”
“What food do you want me to cook?”
“Oh! Um… Peanut butter toast, if you have any.”
Hannah rolls her eyes. “Still the same old Lucy.”
“Do you have any vegemite?” Eliza asks.
Hannah shudders. “No, That stuff’s way to bitter for me.”
“Then I’ll have the same.”
“Ok!” she says, putting another piece of toast in the toaster. She leans on the counter, eye-to-eye with us. “So… How’s Sydney Uni coming along?”
I grin. “It’s been great! Eliza and I are roomies.”
“Yep.” says Eliza. “I’ve been showing Lucy all around Sydney, we’re going sight-seeing tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow?” says Hannah, innocently.
I narrow my eyes at her, I’ve known her for a long time and I can tell she’s up to something.
“Yes.” I say slowly. “As in the day after today.”
Hannah rolls her eyes. “I know what tomorrow means!”
“Just checking. So I saw Natalie again.” I said. “ She recognised me.”
“Did you tell her that I knew where you were?”
“I almost did.”
“It’s just that-“
“Yeah, I know. She would kill you if she found out that you knew all this time.”
Our toast pops up right at this moment and Hannah carefully takes it out of the toaster, then turns to the cutlery cupboard and begins to rummage through it. I slip off my stool and go towards the pantry, trying to find the peanut butter, when I hear some music begin to play softly.
Eliza checks her phone, “Not mine.” She says.
“Can you check in my bag?” I ask and she does, but it’s not my phone either. Hannah takes her phone out of her jeans and checks it, frowning.
“It’s not mine either. Huh. Maybe I left the music on.” She says, walking towards the lounge room, which is the closest room to the entrance of the house, the kitchen next.
The music slowly becomes louder and someone starts to sing.
“You’re insecure.
Don’t know what for.
You’re turning heads when you walk through the door.
Don’t need makeup.
To cover up.
Being the way that you are is enough.”
Eliza begins to hum while Hannah rummages through stuff, trying to find the source of the audio. It gets louder.
“Everyone else in the room can see it.
Everyone else but you.
Baby you light up my world like nobody else!
The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed.
But when you smile at the ground it ain’t hard to tell…
You don’t know oh-oh you don’t know you’re beautiful!”
Hannah opens the door and shrieks, The audio gets cut off suddenly and I suddenly realise. It wasn’t a recording…. It was live.
Eliza realises too, and she’s practically jumping up and down. I grab my bag and jam my stuff into it, looking for an exit. There is no exit. The only exit is the front entrance.
I sigh and hurry down the hallway, bumping into Zayn, Hannah and
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Twenty more fans, Thirty more votes and at least 40 comments J
X Gwen