The Way You Look Tonight
Garden of Night
Harry's POV
I thought she was the girl who sucked me intensely. She wasn't. Really wasn't. It's Lalaine. Maybe she was just like Lalaine because of her outfit. Yeah, how would a lovely girl turn to a bad slut?
Lalaine and I went to the garden, just somehow give her a deservable impression after the dry hump, cocaine thing and whatsoever. I felt the breeze of the air. I love it. London's air was so perfect. It's relaxing though still loads of eyes keep on staring at me. Everyone gave a shot on me on their phones, especially those girls whom I waved ahead of the restroom. Sick. I didn't really manage my attention to them. I'm hanging with Lalaine, and it's fun. Under those hazel eyes of her, I can see happiness and joy. I wish I'm one of reasons.
Lalaine told me that those group of girls were her college friends. They were a little bit facsinating like Lalaine but not really like the way she is. I love the way she possess somehow.... I walked towards her friends, just to say my thoughts about what I observed. I just want stop them from spying me perhaps. This was the most embrassing moment of being a singer. Or I should say being a member of One Direction. Less privacy, more publicity. I wondered if later I'm trending on Twitter now, headlines on magazines or even on television. Geez.
As I walked back to Lalaine who apparently watching me chatting to her friends, she kept on moving her palms on her small forearms, giving some warmth to her body.
"Hi again. Here, make it yours." I said, handling her my blue tux. I know it's cold and it's cooler with what Lalaine's experiencing.
At first, she refused it, looking at me up and down. What happened to her. She was too cold and frozen.
"Laine you need this okay. Here, give me your arms." I grinned and then let me wear my tux to her. "Are you still cold now?" I added, head locked on her.
"Nah, really thanks. Um Harry, what did you tell about my friends?" She said, head froze from the floor. She was shaking.
"Oh, sort of. Um you know, just tell them that I like you and I want to marry you someday and we'll have a baby and-"
"Fuck you bitch. What? I'm serious. I still haven't talk to them about my meeting to Zayn and to all of you." She said, pressing me to the bushes.
I laughed and then told her that I just confronted them and that, I want some privacy thing. We had a very long night, not noticing it's already 3 in the morning. Everyone in the hall still were so lively. What.
I thought she was the girl who sucked me intensely. She wasn't. Really wasn't. It's Lalaine. Maybe she was just like Lalaine because of her outfit. Yeah, how would a lovely girl turn to a bad slut?
Lalaine and I went to the garden, just somehow give her a deservable impression after the dry hump, cocaine thing and whatsoever. I felt the breeze of the air. I love it. London's air was so perfect. It's relaxing though still loads of eyes keep on staring at me. Everyone gave a shot on me on their phones, especially those girls whom I waved ahead of the restroom. Sick. I didn't really manage my attention to them. I'm hanging with Lalaine, and it's fun. Under those hazel eyes of her, I can see happiness and joy. I wish I'm one of reasons.
Lalaine told me that those group of girls were her college friends. They were a little bit facsinating like Lalaine but not really like the way she is. I love the way she possess somehow.... I walked towards her friends, just to say my thoughts about what I observed. I just want stop them from spying me perhaps. This was the most embrassing moment of being a singer. Or I should say being a member of One Direction. Less privacy, more publicity. I wondered if later I'm trending on Twitter now, headlines on magazines or even on television. Geez.
As I walked back to Lalaine who apparently watching me chatting to her friends, she kept on moving her palms on her small forearms, giving some warmth to her body.
"Hi again. Here, make it yours." I said, handling her my blue tux. I know it's cold and it's cooler with what Lalaine's experiencing.
At first, she refused it, looking at me up and down. What happened to her. She was too cold and frozen.
"Laine you need this okay. Here, give me your arms." I grinned and then let me wear my tux to her. "Are you still cold now?" I added, head locked on her.
"Nah, really thanks. Um Harry, what did you tell about my friends?" She said, head froze from the floor. She was shaking.
"Oh, sort of. Um you know, just tell them that I like you and I want to marry you someday and we'll have a baby and-"
"Fuck you bitch. What? I'm serious. I still haven't talk to them about my meeting to Zayn and to all of you." She said, pressing me to the bushes.
I laughed and then told her that I just confronted them and that, I want some privacy thing. We had a very long night, not noticing it's already 3 in the morning. Everyone in the hall still were so lively. What.
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