Louis had dragged me out of bed and made me… well, breakfast, but it was 2 pm, so, call it whatever you like. I had this feeling that Louis would try to get me to talk, but besides my father, no one knew what had happened that night. I had never told Mila or Davina, I was too ashamed of what had happened. But he didn’t ask anything. Maybe he’d expect me to tell him everything, but no. I just stared blankly ahead, trying to forget my dream. This was actually the very first time it had bothered me in my sleep. My dad had pushed me to get sleep meds, because I couldn’t sleep after that had happened. Positive thing was that it kept the dreams away, but it made me dreamy and slow during the day. But, then my father died and it took my mind of Tyson. Seriously, could my life get any worse?

I turned the music down when Lotte busted into my room. “What is up with you?” I looked at her confused. “Yesterday, you were freaking upset, you look like a zombie and you haven’t said anything today.” “Thank you,” I replied sarcastically. “Come on, you can tell me everything, you know that.” I bit my lip. I knew her for what, three weeks? And she was really sweet, but if I can’t tell such a thing to somebody I know as long as I can remember, how can I tell her? “It is nothing,” I lied after a long silence. “And I am the queen,” Lotte replied exasperated. She left. Okay, I think I hurt her, but honestly? At the moment, I had other concerns. I looked at a picture of me and my dad. I couldn’t help but to think of a quote of his favourite song. I think it was his favourite, because he missed my mom. I wiped away a tear. I didn’t want to start again, thinking of him, missing him, wondering why. Why did somebody want my father dead?

nu ik merk (Now I notice)
dat ik de weg kwijt ben (that I am lost)
zou ik willen(I want you)
dat jij mij thuis brengt (To bring me home)

Was je maar hier (If only you were here)

Notes

Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey,

I am SOOOO freaking thrilled: Yesterday I found out that they're going to be here 24th of june next year !!! But then my parents ruined it, telling me I was not allowed to go to the AA alone -____- The first thing my father said (before he knew it is a 1d concert) maybe I... And I was like: it is NOT Rigby, it is NOT Kensington, NOT Blof, nothing you like. So now I am trying to find a friend to go with, before the tickets go for sale. Which is pretty difficult. God, the life of a fangirl is hard...

Ow, and sorry for not updating Tuesday, as I promised (I know, I know, but don't shoot me, cxause then I'll never finish), but I got a mail of my classical teacher, telling us that we had to hand in a report on something my partners hadn't even finished reading. Hate. Her.

Anyway

Hope you enjoy

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