I Want to be Loved By You
3
~Louis P.O.V.~
Five days. Five days since the girl with shining hazel eyes brought me tea.
Why I couldn't get her out of my head? I don't know. She shouldn't be there. My girlfriendshould be there.
But my girlfriend was apparently too busy hanging out at a bar, and hanging with drunk older men.
I don't normally listen to the media, especially when I'm targeted myself, but Chloe admitted to me herself she had too much to drink and was brought homeby some man she had met at the bar.
I sat in my room, and ran my hands through my hair. I guess we'll take this one day at a time.
But for now, I'm going to take time to myself.
I picked up my keys, and headed out the door. Time to get lost in the city.
~Maci P.O.V.~
Eyeing myself in the mirror, I saw that my long dark hair had decided to play arts and crafts, seeming to create a very convincing bird's nest. This will be just a joy untangling.
Not wanting to worry about fixing myself up just yet, I head to kitchen and make myself some breakfast.
"So, are you going for the teased hair look, or homeless look?Because I don't understand this at all." I smiled to myself. I should've known she'd be up by now.
Turning around, I give my best friend a devilish smirk and retorted, "No, Sam, I'm starting a newtrend. It's called 'Bed Head'." I gazed off as if envisioning billboards promoting this new look.
"Well it sucks. I would never get that done." My best friend snorted.
By this point, I've totally forgotten what I've set out to do and say, "I appreciate your input, but you're not exactly my target market," I smiled at her while motioning at her figure.
Sam looked offended and said, "Oh! And what 'target market' exactly am I in?" She gave me a look as if challenging me to answer.
"Gingers." I said simply.
I heard her squeal. Then scoff. I allowed myself to smile from her reaction.
Allow me to explain my best friend. She uber outgoing, not as insecure as most, and is a total people-person. But, mention one thing about her red hair, and she will becom your worst nightmare.
Luckily for me, she knows there's no way around the jokes.
I stop preparing breakfast, and plan to just pick some up on the way to the bookstore. On my way back to my room, I gave Sam a little pat on the head, and smiled sweetly at her, while recieving death glares.
........
After I had showered, dressed, and applied my makeup, I grabbed my phone and wallet, then headed out the door.
Today was no warmer than the last few weeks, so I was dressed in my favorite shirt, which was an oversized, no hood, blue sweat shirt. Besides the fact that was AMAZINGLY comfy, it had my favorite old cartoon on it: The Avengers. Don't laugh. Respect the nerdiness.
Even though I had lived in London for two years now, I still had much trouble navigating the streets. So, as I had my nose buried into my map, I accidently bumped into someone, and caused him to fall. I shouted a "sorry" as I tried to push against the surrounding crowd to make my way back, and help the stranger. Guiltily, I gave up pushing against them, and kept walking.
~Louis P.O.V.~
With just my luck, I was walking the streets of London my mind somewhere else, when a flash of brown later, I'm on the ground struggling to get up from the swarm of others walking. Ugh.
I'm assuming it was a girl, because her long brown hair managed to whap me on the face as well. I heard a distinct "sorry" and looked of in that direction.
My heart stopped for a moment, as I saw gorgeous hazel eyes, and brows furrowed in frustration. But as quickly as it came, it left.
It couldn't have been.
The chances aren't likely.
I sighed and tried to clear my head. Get over it.
I finally got up but not without a few dirty looks here and there, and a few double takes. My hat and sunglasses never seem to always keep me covered.
Once I was totally recollected, I walked on, not sparing a glance back towards the girl with hazel eyes.
Five days. Five days since the girl with shining hazel eyes brought me tea.
Why I couldn't get her out of my head? I don't know. She shouldn't be there. My girlfriendshould be there.
But my girlfriend was apparently too busy hanging out at a bar, and hanging with drunk older men.
I don't normally listen to the media, especially when I'm targeted myself, but Chloe admitted to me herself she had too much to drink and was brought homeby some man she had met at the bar.
I sat in my room, and ran my hands through my hair. I guess we'll take this one day at a time.
But for now, I'm going to take time to myself.
I picked up my keys, and headed out the door. Time to get lost in the city.
~Maci P.O.V.~
Eyeing myself in the mirror, I saw that my long dark hair had decided to play arts and crafts, seeming to create a very convincing bird's nest. This will be just a joy untangling.
Not wanting to worry about fixing myself up just yet, I head to kitchen and make myself some breakfast.
"So, are you going for the teased hair look, or homeless look?Because I don't understand this at all." I smiled to myself. I should've known she'd be up by now.
Turning around, I give my best friend a devilish smirk and retorted, "No, Sam, I'm starting a newtrend. It's called 'Bed Head'." I gazed off as if envisioning billboards promoting this new look.
"Well it sucks. I would never get that done." My best friend snorted.
By this point, I've totally forgotten what I've set out to do and say, "I appreciate your input, but you're not exactly my target market," I smiled at her while motioning at her figure.
Sam looked offended and said, "Oh! And what 'target market' exactly am I in?" She gave me a look as if challenging me to answer.
"Gingers." I said simply.
I heard her squeal. Then scoff. I allowed myself to smile from her reaction.
Allow me to explain my best friend. She uber outgoing, not as insecure as most, and is a total people-person. But, mention one thing about her red hair, and she will becom your worst nightmare.
Luckily for me, she knows there's no way around the jokes.
I stop preparing breakfast, and plan to just pick some up on the way to the bookstore. On my way back to my room, I gave Sam a little pat on the head, and smiled sweetly at her, while recieving death glares.
........
After I had showered, dressed, and applied my makeup, I grabbed my phone and wallet, then headed out the door.
Today was no warmer than the last few weeks, so I was dressed in my favorite shirt, which was an oversized, no hood, blue sweat shirt. Besides the fact that was AMAZINGLY comfy, it had my favorite old cartoon on it: The Avengers. Don't laugh. Respect the nerdiness.
Even though I had lived in London for two years now, I still had much trouble navigating the streets. So, as I had my nose buried into my map, I accidently bumped into someone, and caused him to fall. I shouted a "sorry" as I tried to push against the surrounding crowd to make my way back, and help the stranger. Guiltily, I gave up pushing against them, and kept walking.
~Louis P.O.V.~
With just my luck, I was walking the streets of London my mind somewhere else, when a flash of brown later, I'm on the ground struggling to get up from the swarm of others walking. Ugh.
I'm assuming it was a girl, because her long brown hair managed to whap me on the face as well. I heard a distinct "sorry" and looked of in that direction.
My heart stopped for a moment, as I saw gorgeous hazel eyes, and brows furrowed in frustration. But as quickly as it came, it left.
It couldn't have been.
The chances aren't likely.
I sighed and tried to clear my head. Get over it.
I finally got up but not without a few dirty looks here and there, and a few double takes. My hat and sunglasses never seem to always keep me covered.
Once I was totally recollected, I walked on, not sparing a glance back towards the girl with hazel eyes.
@zaynisthebestest
Hopefully she's fine, she said she's having some fam probs again
1/14/14