well, 10 chappies left.
New story out, all falls down,
after my love for Kanye.
It's a 1D story, fyi
Well, check it out?
Main character is asian, which is good.
Unless you're a racist, then you can leave.
I won't miss you.
Elle xx
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Tommorow, we go home. I don't think the boys are coming. I'll miss them dearly. Lou and Zayn reappeared yesterday. They got eloped, and went to India. I think they might have stashed a tiger.
They've become those lavish rich people, who blow their money on un-nesissary things. Fine by me, they can be broke with fancy cars and tigers. They've tried to give me money, they all have, but I've rejected them.
I ain't no charity case. I've got a job... sort of. I think they're better off being like brad and angelina.
Oh, right,
They adopted a baby, too. From peru.
"Isn't he the cutest thing!" Lou gushed, when I was sitting in his and Zayn's posh flat.
He was tan, and hada dark, full head of hair and chocolate eyes. Pretty darn cute.
"He looks like mini Zayn."
"I know right?"
"Take good care of him, Lou. Babies aren't pets."
"I know."
"They aren't mini adults either."
"God Valerie I know!"
No he didn't.
"I'd help you with Mason, but I live in another continent, and I have my own kids."
"Ok. Ok ok. Goodness Valerie did you know that babies shit alot?"
I knocked my head back and laughed.
"What?"
"Oh, just wait till he starts walking. Then talking. Then driving."
Lou's eyes widened.
"I didn't even think of that."
"I figured you didn't."
"He and Isabelle should get married."
"That's arranged marriage."
"Right. If he's gay, he can marry Henry."
"Still arranged Marriage."
He pressed his lips together.
"Fine. but they will love each other."
Mason started squirming, then crying.
"Valerie... Valerie what do I do?"
"Did you feed him?"
"Yes."
"Did he sleep?"
"He had a nap."
Lou's a better parent than I gave him credit for.
"He might have to burp."
"So why doesn't he just burp?"
"ugh."
I grabbed Mason from his arms, and pressed him against my shoulder. I patted his back, until a small burp erupted from deep within his little body.
"Wow. You're good."
"You try, he doesn't seem done."
So Lou picked him up, and held him lower on his shoulder than he should, but he'll figure that out. He started patting away, softly, smoothly.
What came out of Mason's mouth wasn't a burp. He spat up on Lou's shirt.
"Oh god. Ugh this is so gross. It's all over my back!"
"Lou it's just a bit of spit. Go to the kitchen and clean it off. I'll clean him."
I plopped Mase down in his high chair and wiped his mouth. I got him his bottle and fed him a bit. Meanwhile, his dad was squealing by the sink.
"Ew. Ew. Gross. So, so Gross."
"Grow a pair."
He shot me a look, then sighed.
"I should."
"yes. Magic ball growing powder."
"What did you say about my magic balls?"
Harry sung, walking into the room.
"We were talking about--"
"My magic balls, I know."
I rolled my eyes than turned my attention back to Mason, who was done. I dropped the bottle, than picked him up, rocking him back and forth.
"Lou, sing."
"When I hear my favorite song, I know that we belong, yeah you are the music in me-"
"Not high school musical, a lullaby dimwit. You should be doing this."
"Geez."
"It's your baby."
"Augh."
"Augh won't do anything. Here, take your baby to his room and sing."
And that was the exit of Lou, while he muttered,
"Gotta, getcha getcha getcha head in the game gotta getcha getcha getcha head in the game, don't be afraid shoot the outside j..."
"he's a nut."
"He's my best friend!" Harry laughed.
I smiled at all the things Lou has ever done.
Stupid boy.
I still love him.
"What are you thinking 'bout?"
Harry asked me.
"All the stupid things he's done."
"You weren't around for too long, you don't know the full extent."
"And that I'm greatful for."
"wait- hey, so val?'
"Yeaahs?"
"Where am I?"
I knew what he was talking about.
"So, err, I don't exactly know how my kids feel about you. Henry, at least. I know Isabelle loves you."
He grinned at this.
"She's a sweet little girl."
"She can be."
"So Henry doesn't like me?"
"He doesn't like men who have come to take his mommy away."
"I'm not going to do that."
"He's the man of the house. Then you will be. "
"Oh. I get it."
"You do?"
"Yeah my mom got remarried."
"Oh. Oh, oh. Exactly like that, but Henry had no man to look up to in the first place."
"So I gotta fight for him."
"Very hard. So that's like, 65%, which is a solid D."
"I will improve my grade."
"I bet."
"Continue."
"Oh, so you look me on the most lavish and perfect date ever, so 100%."
"No extra credit?"
"Sorry."
"It's ok."
"And lastly, Niall hasn't given you premission to m-"
"Actually," Harry said, looking down.
"What?"
"He did give me permission."
He started playing with the gas stove, flicking it on and off.
"Oh. Did you give him permission?" I said, asking to be polite. Of course he did.
"No." He said, very ashamed, looking down.
"Wait. let me get this straight."
"Valerie I had a chance to effect my own destiny and get the girl of my dreams- no! The girl who could one up the girl of my dreams in every single way, but doesn't because she's too nice."
"Niall came up to you and said, 'hey buddie, I think to be nice, I will give you my permission to marry Val', and he stood there for a moment waiting you for to return the favor but all you did was give him a pat on the back and a thank you in return?"
"That's pretty much exactly what went down, except I gave him a hug, not a pat. I'm a hugger."
"And an asshole."
"Valerie, baby, lis-"
"No. Don't tell me to listen. And don't baby me."
"Please?"
"I'm going home tommorow."
His eyes widened.
"I love you." He said so softly it was barely above a whisper.
"I love him, too."
"mais-"
"You have... you know what you figure this out. I can't believe you did that."
I grabbed my bag and exited the apartment, only to hear Lou singing softly,
"Bet on it, bet on it, bet on it, bet on me!"
And I slammed the door. Baby cries could be heard, and I felt guilty, but...
** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** **
Liam drove us to the airport today. He promised to call every week, and to visit often. I said I'd visit when I could, but he was surely welcome whenever.
When we finally got to the airport, Liam lifted me up and spun me around.
"Thank you. Danny and I are together, not perfectly yet, but surely soon."
"Not me, it was you. Oh, Liam!'
"What?'
"I can't leave you twice."
"There's a difference. The first time you ran off, with no trace. This time, we can always find you."
"Oh Liam. I'll call you when I get home."
"Ok. Valerie every man who I know who has met you has loved you, at least for a while. What's it about you that has that affect of people?"
"Honestly no clue. I'm nothing special."
He chuckled.
"That's the biggest lie ever. I'm not that sad right now. See you soon."
He gave my two kids a hug, and they said tootaloo to uncle Liyum.
We headed inside Heathrow, seeing the last of Liam. We checked in, passed security, and waited for our flight to boston logan, then to Chicago o'haire.
"Mommy I want to be british. They talk cute."
"I'm british."
"But you don't talk cute."
"I'm sorry that I don't talk cute."
** ** ** Niall Horan ** ** ** ** **
I sped down the highway, and pulled into the parking lot for Heathrow. I checked my watch. There was time. But heathrow was an unpredictable, fat beast.
I sped to the check out counter.
"I need a ticket."
"Where to?"
"Well preferably to Logan, then to O'haire, but really, anywhere will do."
"We have one to LaGaurdia, then to Midway," The lady said, snapping her gum.
"What cities are those?" I said puzzled, confused, and with an urgent need to get through the gates.
"That's new york to Chicago."
"I thought chicago was O'haire!" I cried.
"They have two."
"Oh. Then that's perfect."
I got to secuirty and tapped my foot. Loud. Louder. Loudest. Goodness these lines take a long time.
"Niall?"
Said some punk girl behind me. She was pretty though.
"Yes?"
"Oh thank god, that would've been embarassing. Can I get a picture?"
"Sure."
I smiled for the camera, while putting my bag on the convayor belt. I kicked my shoes off, and my sweater.
I walked through the scanner, no problem. I was waiting at the end of the belt, when it started beeping.
"Who's bag is that?" The very nice punk girl asked.
They held my red back pack up, and started searching it.
God, what did I do this time?
"Uh who's is this?"
"Mine," I said sheepishly.
"I'm just going to throw this sandwhich away."
Wait. My sandwhich?
I was so hungry, and that was from the best sandwhich shop in the WORLD. and it was on the way to heathrow, so that's when I got it. Ugh.
"Can I eat it really quickly?"
The man sighed, and handed it to me. They made me sit in the corner, while I scarfed up the deliciousness.
The very nice punk girl was laughing. She was one of those fans who knew my passion for food. Oh well I don't care. that was good for me. I thought of the last time I got one of these, with Harry.
Harry had called me this morning, telling me that he gave me his permission. Which I appriciate, but he said so a little bit too long after I did.
What matters is that I have it now.
Her kids love me, that I'm sure of, and now I have Harry's permission. I'm going to chicago, and I will take her on a date there.
I walked to the gate past all these other sandwhich shops, smiling, and evilly laughing in my head.
Nope. Nothing on my bennie's sandwhich.
I made my way over to the gate where she would be boarding, according to my ticket.
There she was, walking down the terminal, with those two beautiful kids.
I'll see you soon, I mouthed to no one. Well, I mouthed them to her. She just didn't know yet.
** ** ** Back across the atlantic, Now it's Valerie again yay** ** **
It was raining. Pouring, actually. But when I saw our little yellow stucco house, my heart leapt. The pear tree, the slightly overgrown now grass, the roses, so britishly out front.
We were home.
I got our bags out of the trunk, I got them lunch, then we retrieved Dragon from the neighbors. They were gushing about how cute and wonderful he was.
Bull shit.
But we were home.
When I opened the door it smelled like summer and mildew and spaggeti and children and cinnamon and home.
Home.
I will never get satisfied from being home. it's too lovely.
The twins were exausted, so I let them nap.
Which is funny because they don't ever nap.
I tried to stay awake, it was two in the afternoon, and I was dozing off.
I heard a the doorbell sound, then Dragon barking, which woke me up from a slumber I didn't realize had overtaken me.
I padded over to the door.
"Niall?"