Amar's POV
"You seriously glued his arse to his seat?" Cole was shocked.
I nodded and laughed. "Yeah! The bastard was annoying me to no end!" Cole and I shared a laugh. "Oh, the best part is that his girlfriend for the week was blamed for it!"
"How?"
I shrugged innocently. "I might've placed the glue in her Louis Vuitton purse."
His jaw dropped. "Remind me to never get on your bad side."
I chuckled. It was nice to talk to someone besides the boys. I didn't have any friends besides them, and as far as I knew, Cole didn't attend Hayfield, so he wasn't a pity friend.
"Are you going to wait out the storm?" Cole asked.
I chuckled. "I think my brother would kill me if I drove his car into a pole."
"I can- I can stay and keep you company." He stuttered.
I smiled. "Yeah, I would like that." I fiddled with the spoon in my hand, looking for a way to spark a conversation. "Are you still in school?"
"Yeah, I got a few more months before I head to Uni." He answered.
"You've got an idea of what your major is?" I got another spoonful of the delicious ice cream.
He nodded and grabbed slice a piece of banana. "Neurobiology. Yours?"
"Crimi," I swallowed, "Criminology. I want to be a forensic criminologist."
Cole smirked goofily. "What got you into such a morbid subject?"
I laughed and thought about it. I shrugged. "I've always been a fan of uncovering mysteries. I want to help someone in need. It makes me feel important, I guess."
Cole stared at me, a ghost of a smile played at his lips.
I cleared my throat. "What about you? Why Neurobiology?"
Cole fiddled with the straw of his milkshake (he ordered it a while ago). "I've always been mesmerised with how our brains function and develop as we age."
I gasped. "Ah, so you're a nerd." I teased.
Cole laughed then brought his pointer finger to his lips. "Shh, don't tell anyone. I have a reputation to uphold."
I laughed. "Your secret is safe with me."
A thought popped into my head causing me to frown.
Cole noticed my sudden change in mood. "What's wrong?"
"You don't attend Hayfield, right?" I asked. What if he did attend Hayfield? I told him I was the school's prankster. If he went to Hayfield then I was screwed.
He furrowed his eyebrows. "No, I'm a senior at Hill House. Why?"
I let out a silent sigh of relief. He doesn't know about Hayfield's favourite punching bag, Janice.
I shrugged. "Just curious."
Cole squinted his eyes, not entirely convinced, but he let it go. He cleared his throat and drummed his finger on the table.
That was weird. Cole's mood changed entirely. He was nervous.
"Would you like to-"
He got interrupted by my phone.
I take my phone out of my bag. "I'm sorry." I take a look at the ID; it's Harry. "Sorry, I have to take it."
I slid my finger to the right and brought my phone to my ear. "What?"
"I just dropped everyone off. Is it okay if Louis spends the night? He doesn't want his family to see him like this yet." Harry said.
I rolled my eyes. "You don't have to ask for permission."
"I know, but you live here as well." He sighed. "Call me when you're on your way back. It's snowing hard."
"Will do."
I hung up and pocketed my phone. I looked back up at Cole and smiled. "What were you going to say?"
He chuckled pulled out two slips of papers that looked like tickets. "Ariana Grande is coming here, and I was hoping you would go with me."
I scoff left my mouth. "Uhh yeah, I'll go with you! I love Ariana Grande!" I squinted my eyes. "I didn't peg you to be an Ariana Grande fan."
Cole shrugs. "Yeah, my little sisters are obsessed, and I love some of her songs, especially her new album."
I smiled. "Are the tickets good seats?"
Cole grinned. "Front row seats."
My eyes widened. I reached out and snatched the tickets out of Cole's hands. "It's on Saturday."
"Yeah, you don't have any plans?"
I shook my head. "Nope, none at all."
"Perfect." His grin was face-splitting. "It's a long drive, so I'll pick you up at five."
I was excited about this when I realised something. I looked back up at Cole, cocked my head and squinted my eyes. "Did you- Is this a date?"
Cole shyly smiled and shrugged. "Do you want it to be?"
I registered his question and remembered how things went last time with Tyler. I had killed him, only to find out that he worked for an organisation that stabbed my brother in the back, is helping my dad kill my brother, and has a leader that broke my brother's heart.
Cole isn't Tyler. Not by a long-shot.
Cole sensed my uneasiness. "We can go as friends if you want."
I smiled at the disappointment in his tone, but he tried to hide it with a reassuring smile. "No, it's okay. It's just things didn't go too hot with my last relationship," I scoffed. "If you could call it that."
"Well, whatever he did, he was stupid because he lost someone amazing," Cole said.
I smiled and looked down, letting my hair fall in front of my face to hide my apparent blush.
"Don't hide your smile," he placed two fingers on my chin and lifted my head so I could see him. "It's beautiful."
"Ugh! Get a room." A lady said next to us.
I backed away, clearing my throat. Cole dropped his hand on the table and rolled his eyes.
"Hello to you, too, Marissa."
"You're going to have to take your flirting elsewhere. We have customers waiting." Marissa said, annoyance evident in her voice.
I looked back up at Cole and snickered. I grabbed my bag and keys and got up. I watched as Cole got up and reached for the dirty plates on the table then smirked.
"I'm not on the clock." He patted Marissa's shoulder. "You can clean up."
Marissa's jaw dropped. Cole and I walked out, and I immediately started laughing.
"I take it you don't like her very much," I said and pocketed my hands.
"Nope," he shook his head, "not one bit."
"Can I ask why?
"She's...bitchy."
We laughed and reached Harry's car.
"Woah, is this your brother's car?" Cole asked, his eyes widening at the sight of the black range rover in front of him.
"Yeah, his friend went all out for his birthday present," I said, remembering the story about Oscar. "Hey, how are you getting home?"
"Oh, I lent my car to a friend of mine, so I'm walking."
My eyes widened. "What! No! It's freezing and snowing. I'm giving you a ride."
He shook his head. "You don't have to. It's not a far walk."
I sighed. "If there's one thing you got to know about me before we date, is that I'm stubborn."
I hadn't realised what I said at the moment, but Cole had. He stared at me and smiled.
"What?"
"Nothing."
"Get in the car," I said.
Cole sighed and reluctantly got in. I turned on the car and faced him. "Where do you live?"
*
Harry's POV
"Okay, you can stay the night." I pocketed my phone.
Louis chuckled. "Did you seriously ask Amar if I could stay the night?"
I shrugged. "I didn't know if Amar was okay with you staying. She does live here as well."
We were in my bedroom. I headed to my closet and pulled out some sweats and a grey jumper. Louis was still in his black jeans and a shirt that Charlie had given him, but it wasn't comfortable clothing.
"Here, you can change into this."
He smiled and took the clothes. "Thanks."
I scratched the back of my neck. "You can take my bed. I can sleep on the couch." I knew we shared my bed before, but those time I was drunk, and I had asked him to do so.
"What? No. It's your bed." He protested.
I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, and you got shot. You need to sleep on a bed."
"But-"
"No but's," I cut him off. "You're sleeping on my bed. Now, are you going to need help changing."
He pouted but sighed. "Yeah, I could barely get out of my car."
I nodded and slowly helped Louis take his shirt off. Louis winced slightly.
"Sorry," I mumbled.
I knelt and grabbed the jumper from my bed. I rolled up the neck hole and pulled it over Louis' head. Louis winced again as I gently tried to pull his arms through the holes.
"Sorry," I mumbled again.
We were close, and I had the sudden urge to kiss Louis. I had changed him into the jumper, but my hands were still hovering over his hips. I couldn't take the intense staring Louis was giving me. His stare alone almost made my knees go weak. I always felt safe with Louis, but now there's a new feeling. I don't know what it is. My hands were clammy, my heart was racing, and it felt as if it would burst out of my chest, and there was squirmy feeling in my stomach, as if I had butterflies in them. I never had this feeling before, not for Alex, not for anyone. It was foreign, but I liked how it felt.
I cleared my throat and backed away, grabbing the sweatpants. I tried to shake off the blush. I was staring at Louis, checking him out.
Louis cleared his throat and took a seat on the edge of my bed with a grunt. He unbuttoned his jeans, and I helped him shake them off.
I'll admit, this wasn't the way I imagined myself taking Louis' trousers off.
I pulled the sweatpants up until his thighs. I took notice to his tattoos on his ankles. He had a spider web right above his left ankle, and the word 'The Rouges' across his ankles. I helped him up and pulled the sweats up. My hands accidentally grazed the soft skin above his pants waistband. My gaze shot up immediately and stared directly into his eyes. I slowly removed my hands, not realising how much my touch had affected Louis.
"And you're all done," I whispered. My voice sounded wrecked. I hadn't done anything besides touch him, but my body felt hot all over.
"You know," his voice barely above a whisper, with a slight rasp to it. "It wouldn't be the first time we shared a bed."
I found myself in a trance, and I couldn't pry my eyes off of his thin lips. I loved the way his lips moved and curled at each word that came out of his pretty mouth. "I know, but," I tried to come up with an excuse, but I was too mesmerised with the shape of Louis' lips. I licked my lips, feeling them dry up. My eyes flickered up to Louis' eyes and watched as his gaze slowly looked up from my lips.
"Kiss me." My voice was hoarse and deeper than usual. I licked my lips. "Please."
My voice was wrecked but soft and desperate. I hated how needy I sounded like, but I couldn't wait anymore. After I saw what happened to Louis, I didn't want to wait for the right moment. In my chaotic life, there wasn't going to be a 'right moment'. Ever. In all honesty, with almost dying, Louis getting shot, and the boys finding out about me, this seemed like the best moment.
"The problem is," he said as he leaned forward, his tongue breaking out and wetting his lips, "if I kissed you, I don't think I'd be able to stop."
I got closer and licked my lips, mimicking Louis. "I don't see a problem with that."
Louis chuckled softly, keeping his gaze on my lips. Now, he was teasing, making me wait. He wanted me to beg for it, and at this point I was willing to do anything to feel his lips against mine. "We're going to need to breathe love."
I wrapped my arms around his neck. "Right now, all I need is you."
With that, I leaned forward and pressed my lips against his. I knew how much he wanted this. He wanted it as much as I did. He didn't hesitate to wrap his arms around my waist and kiss back. It was blissful. Although the day was rather shitty, at that moment, everything that was wrong in the world simply floated away. His soft thin lips moved softly and gently against mine, almost in sync that it was scary. I could tell he was scared to go rough, almost as if he was afraid of breaking me. It was too slow. I wanted more. I wanted him.
I ran my fingers through his soft hair, earning a small groan from him. I smirked against the kiss, mission accomplished. Louis growled into the kiss making me moan. I loved the sound. His hold on my waist tightened and pushed me closer to him, resting his hands low on my back, closing in on my arse. I tried to fight back all the sounds that I wanted to let out, but Louis was having none of that. Louis swiped his tongue on my bottom lip, asking for permission, I let out a deep moan. I fancied teasing him and making him beg for it. Louis reached down and gave a hard squeeze to my bum, emitting a sharp gasp from me. Louis took advantage to that and slipped his tongue in. We both released a deep moan once our tongues touched. I could feel Louis' tongue roam and explore each section of my mouth.
Soon, I realised that Louis was right. We needed to breathe. I didn't want to stop kissing him, but I was close to passing out. I pulled apart slightly, our lips still rubbing against each other, heavy breaths mixing, and foreheads touching.
"You don't know how long I've wanted to do that." He said, voice breathy and hoarse.
"Mhmm," I hummed in agreement. "Better than how I pictured it."
Louis smiled. "Does this mean we're sharing your bed?"
I chuckled and couldn't help but smile cheekily, nibbling at my bottom lip. "I guess we are."
"Good. I don't want to be apart from you right now."
I stared at Louis. His eyes were full of fondness. There was a huge smile plastered on his face, making wrinkles appear by his eyes. Heavy breaths escaping his thin lips, and small hands of his tracing circles on my back. If he could feel my burn, he didn't say anything. All I could feel was the soft and gentle touch of Louis' fingertips. It was different to the Louis who was growling and squeezing my bum. It was nice to know that I could make him act like that. I was the one who affected him like that.
His lips broke apart to show his white teeth as he grinned when he caught me staring. We shared a small laugh.
I'm falling for him.
Hard.
*
Zayn's POV
I was laying in bed, staring at my ceiling. It's been a few hours after Harry dropped Liam and me off. As much as I wanted to, I couldn't go to Liam's house. His family was there, and I knew he would want some time with his family after what happened today.
My family was thrilled when I walked through the door. My mum rushed towards me and tackled me into a bear hug, sending me stumbling a few steps back. I closed the door and hugged her back. After my mum finished showering my face with kisses, dad clapped me on my back, saying he was glad I was alive. My sisters rushed down the stairs and tackled me into a hug.
"I wasn't even there." I had lied to them.
"We know, and we hate that we can't ground you for skipping school, or else you would be doing yours and your sister's chores all week." My dad said.
My sister picked up on that. "I mean, he did skip school, on finals days."
I rolled my eyes at them. "What happened to the girls who were happy their big brother was okay?"
"We realised we didn't want to do chores."
My mum came in and patted my shoulder. "Don't listen to them, Zayn."
We had a lovely dinner of Chinese takeout (I got to pick) after. We decided to go to bed early after such a hectic day. I couldn't sleep though. It was dark out already. I grabbed my phone and clicked on Liam's contact.
"Hey"
I propped my head on my arm. "I didn't wake you, did I?"
"No, it's okay. I couldn't sleep."
"Me either. I think I'm still in shock from today."
He chuckled. "Yeah, it was one hell of a day."
"Are you okay?" I asked.
"Well, I just found out that our friend wasn't whom he said he was, but he was lying to protect us from his psychotic killer dad." He scoffed. "Yeah, I'm just peachy."
I laughed softly. "Do you want to go for a stroll?"
"It's freezing outside."
I played with the cords of my sweatpants. "I know, but I want to see you. I miss you."
I could hear the smile in his voice. "I'll see you out in front in ten minutes."
I smiled in success and hung up. I got up, pulling a white tee over my head and a black hoodie over it, pairing it with some Adidas. I grabbed my keys and opened my bedroom door, quietly as to not a make a noise.
"Going out to see Liam?"
The voice startled me. I turned around and saw my mum.
I nervously chuckled. "What? No. I was just...going for a walk...alone."
My mum smiled teasingly and pulled me into a hug. "It's okay. I've been waiting for eleven years to see you two together." She pulled back and cradled my face. "I'm so happy for you."
I smiled then furrowed my eyebrows. "Wait, you knew about my crush on Liam?"
She caressed my check. "Everyone knew sweetie. Except for Liam. That boy was indeed clueless."
We laughed softly.
"So...you're not mad at me?"
She shook her head. "No, honey. I am disappointed you didn't tell me. I love you no matter what. I want you to be happy."
I smiled and grabbed her hand. "I am."
"Okay, go!" She shoved me slightly. "Don't come back too late. We can talk more tomorrow."
I pecked her cheek and rushed down the stairs, a big smile on my face. I opened the door, making sure to lock it.
"Took you long enough," Liam said.
I ran towards him and smashed my lips against his. Liam took out his hands from his pocket hoodie and wrapped them around my waist and kissed back. We stood there in the cold, snow drizzling down upon us.
I pulled back and smiled.
"What was that for?" Liam said, a bit breathless.
"I wanted to... I just really wanted to kiss you." I responded, also a bit breathless.
Liam smiled and pressed a quick peck on my lips. I dropped my hands from Liam's neck and laced our hands together. We started walking, standing close to each other to keep warm.
"Where are we going?"
"Well, we can't stay out too long, or else we'll freeze to death. I think some hot chocolate could help." I explained and led him out of our neighbourhood to a nearby café, and the only one open at this time.
We walked inside and immediately got engulfed with warmth and the smell of coffee. We walked to the back and took a seat on the couch near the fireplace. A girl walked up to us and asked us what we would like.
"Two hot chocolates, please," I said, and she smiled and left to get our hot chocolates.
Liam scooted closer and leaned his head on my chest, resting on the crook of his neck. I wrapped an arm around him and placed a kiss on Liam's forehead.
Liam sighed contently. "This is nice."
"Mhmm," I started rubbing circles on his arm. "My mum caught me sneaking out."
"What did you tell her?" I could hear the alarm in his voice.
"It's more of what she told me." Liam turned his head to be able to look up at me. "She's been waiting for you and me to get together."
Liam furrowed his eyebrows. "She knew?"
I smiled. "Yeah, for a long time."
Liam smiled and grabbed my hand. "That's great because I came out to my parents."
It was my turn to furrow my eyebrows. "When?"
"After the whole hysteria of today and almost dying, it made me think it was the right moment to tell them."
"How'd they take it?" I asked, worried that they didn't take it well.
"They were okay with me being gay. There were a bunch of hugs and 'I love you's' exchanged." He smiled. "I'm glad our families know."
"We still have school to worry about."
Liam rested his head back on my chest. "Oh no, let's not talk about school. Right now, it's just about you and me."
The fire complimented Liam's features so delicately. His brown chocolate eyes sparkling in the fire light. Liam's soft hair tickled my neck slightly.
The lady came back and gave me the cups. I gave one to Liam who happily took it. I smiled at him, loving it when he smiled. His eyes would crinkle and small dimple would pop out whenever he was truly happy. The dimple showed that day.
"Liam?"
"Mmm?" He turned his head upwards.
"I love you."
Liam smiled and leaned in and pressed his lips gently against mine, slowly kissing me.
"I love you, too."
*
Louis' POV
(Sorry for all the POV switches, bear with me)
"Are you seriously going to stand there and wait?" Harry asked from his seat on the couch.
"Yep," I answered.
"There are only ten minutes left. Come and sit with me and watch this episode of Pretty Little Liars with me."
I sighed, but I couldn't say no to him. I walked out of his kitchen and carefully sat down next to him. Harry cuddled into me, curving his body, and resting his head on my shoulder. I wrapped my arm around him, silently wincing as my body stretched. I watched the scene play out and furrowed my eyebrows.
"Wait, why is there a creepy room in a sorority house?"
"The old lady who used to run the place had that room to talk to Alison," Harry explained.
I nodded. "Right, and who's Alison?"
Harry gasped and faced me. "You've never watched Pretty Little Liars?"
I shook my head. "Lottie and Fizzy watch this show, but I don't join them."
Harry got up and grabbed the control. "We are watching this from the beginning." He changed the season and went to the pilot episode.
Harry settled back onto his previous position. I watched the opening scene play out. It was a barn, and there was a storm with some pop music blaring over the rain. Then four girls appear all laughing.
Harry's phone vibrates. "Amar is on her way."
I nodded and went back to watching. I jumped slightly when some blonde scared the four girls. Harry laughed softly, shaking my arm that rested on him.
"I didn't get scared, just caught off guard when they screamed like little girls."
"Yeah, okay."
A beeping sound starts ringing; Harry's timer.
Harry gets up. "Cookies are ready!"
He disappeared into the kitchen, and the flat gets engulfed with the smell of freshly baked cookies. Aria wakes up and goes towards the door of the barn, that is wide open.
Spencer appeared and said, "I've looked everywhere. I think I heard her scream."
"I'm home!"
I grabbed the remote and paused the show. I got up with a grunt. I walked over to the kitchen and saw Amar. I wrapped an arm around her, giving her a side hug.
"Just in time," Harry said and turned around. He held a plate filled with chocolate chip cookies.
"Oooh! Yummy!" Amar exclaimed.
"Careful," Harry warned. "They're hot."
Amar rolled her eyes and grabbed a cookie. She hissed and dropped it back on the plate.
"Told you." Harry teased.
Harry sat the plate down and got three mugs out. He poured milk into all three cups. He handed Amar and me the mugs. "Go put them on the table."
Amar and I walked out and placed the mugs down.
"Wait, weren't you on season 4 or something?" Amar asked as she took a seat.
Harry walked in, holding the plate and plops down between us. "Yeah, but I'm starting over with Louis because he hasn't watched it, so I'm forcing him to watch it with me."
Amar chuckled and carefully plucked a cookie out of the plate. I hit play, and we watched the show, eating cookies and milk, with the occasional questions from Amar and I, and Harry answering and explaining.
*
"We're moving into the house on Friday. We have most of our stuff in there already." Harry said from his spot on his desk.
I was brushing my teeth in his bathroom. I was using the brush I used the last time I was here. I found it cute that I had the blue toothbrush, and Harry had the pink one.
I spat the toothpaste out and rinsed my mouth. I dried my mouth and hands with a towel and entered Harry's bedroom.
"Are you excited?" I asked.
"I've had multiple safe houses over the last two years, but I've always been alone. This time I'll have Amar." He had his back to me and facing his laptop.
I snaked my arms around his neck, nuzzling my face into the crook of his neck and kissing his jaw. "And you have me."
Harry stopped typing and squeezed my arms. "And I have you." He confirmed.
I kept kissing his jaw. "What are you working on?" I mumbled.
Harry hummed, obviously loving the affection. "I'm checking the camera footage."
"I thought the power was down."
"I have my cameras inside."
I stopped and pulled away slightly. "What?"
Harry turned around facing me. "When I suspected there were O.B.D dealers in the school, I placed cameras to find who it was."
I cocked my head. "And have you?"
Harry shook his head. "Whoever it is, they're good at hiding."
My mind wandered to all the big airheaded jocks at school, any of them could've been the dealers Harry was regarding.
Harry must've sensed what I was thinking. "Hey, let's not think about that right now." He got up and snaked his arms around my waist. He leaned in and pressed his lips against mine.
Last time we kissed, Harry wanted more. This time it's slow and steady, milking out the kiss. I pulled away slowly. I opened my eyes and stared at him. The sight was beautiful, as always. Harry's eyes had a particular glaze over them that I couldn't describe. His plump lips were red and puffy, and his cheeks rosy pink.
I flicked my head towards the bed. "Let's get some rest love."
Harry nodded and dropped his arms to his sides. I got under the covers first, swallowing my groans of pain. I didn't want to worry Harry this late. Harry climbed in and cuddled into my side again. He made his frame shrink so he could be able to snuggle into me. He laid his head on my chest, an arm around my body. I coiled an arm around him, letting it rest on his arm.
I drew circles on his rose tattoo. "Good night Haz."
Harry turned his head upwards to see me. "Haz?"
I shrugged. "I can't call you Marce anymore."
Harry rested his head again. "I like it." He pressed a small kiss on my stomach. "Goodnight Lou."
I closed my eyes and fell asleep with a smile on my face.
*
3rd POV
"Please...let me out...you've had your fun." He took short ragged breaths.
"Please... Why are you doing this?" He asked, for what seemed like the zillionth time since he got captured.
"Hey...Hey! I'm...I need water." He pushed himself up and dragged his feet over and clung to the bars.
Someone banged on the bars with a metal pole, the metal pole they had previously beaten Daniel with, and caused him to fall to the ground.
"Keep it quiet!"
"Please, I need water," He said.
The guy stared at him like he was filth. "Nah, you haven't earned it."
"What?" Dan asked shocked. "I have done everything Alex and Michael have asked me to do. I faked my death, abandoned my family, gave you money, let you torture me. What more do you want?"
The guy leaned in. "For you to be quiet." He sneered.
With that, he left, leaving Dan in the cell he's been in for a long time.
"Wait...please! Is my family okay!" He yelled. He knew he no one would answer him.
No one ever did.
He slid down, onto the dirty, blood-stained, cement floor. He crawled over to the dirty mattress that he called a bed. He leaned against the wall and stared up. Watching all the shoes pass by as they walked, not knowing that Dan got tortured every day right under their noses.
In the beginning, Dan had tried to scream for help, but no one could hear him. Now he had given up on wishing that someone would catch him calling out for help. The only thing that keeps him going is the hope of seeing his family one more time.
To kiss his beautiful wife one more time. To hear Louis sing one more time. To see Charlotte's dream come true of being a makeup artist. To see Felicite become a model. To see his precious twins smile one more time.
Simply one more time.
.
A/N
Harry: I'm still not sure about this Cole guy.
Amar *rolls her eyes*: Of course you're not.
E: Harry, you have nothing to worry about. Cole isn't Tyler.
Amar: Ha! See!
Liam: I wonder how the readers felt with so much fluff.
E: Well they can comment what they think.
Louis: Oh! Comment what you thought about Harry and I finally kissing!
Niall: Why do you want to know?
Z: Well, E made everyone wait 28 chapter before they kissed.
E: I mean what better chapter than Chapter 28.
Amar and The Boys: True, True, True.
Okay...
Hello, Lovelies! I finished this chapter on the first of January. You'll be reading this on the 6th (or later for any new readers or late readers), and I've already said Merry Christmas and Happy New Year on the last Authors Note, so I'm not going to say it again, but feel free to comment what you did on the holidays.
I hung around with family, ate real bad, wrote, read, and slept. Basically nothing out of the ordinary.
Anygays, u probs don't care,
Who's fucking happy Louis and Harry finally kissed?!?!
I know I am. I've had that scene written since ages ago. I remembered writing it when I was writing chappie 8, and I was waiting for the right chapter, and what better chapter than 28??
Someone said they wanted some Ziam, so I gave them Ziam. What'd you think about it?
What about Cole and Amar? Do you ship?
I do.
And of course, I couldn't end this chappie in such a light mood. SOO, what did you think about that last scene???
Okay, so many questions, but please be free to answer and comment anything else you would like to.
Yeah this is long enough.
*Dolan Twins Voice* PEACE!!!!!!
- E