It was now the jour of the prom, and to be honest, Liam and the boys seemed to be plus excited than Carter. They spent the whole jour talking about it.
Carter was somewhat worried about the event. What if Harry was there? Surely he would make it his business to ruin the night for her. And what about her hair and make-up? It’s not like the boys were going to be any good at it. It was times like these when she wished that her mum was still with her. She would know what to do.
Carter hopped into the douche and washed her long brown hair thoroughly. She let the warm water relax her muscles before...
Harry woke up the suivant morning and glided downstairs. Carter was still asleep, as it was only 9 o clock. He scooted into the cuisine and searched in the presses for something of his liking. He eventually decided on making a fry. He took out each of the ingredients and placed them on the table.
Take me par the tongue and I’ll know you, Kiss me ‘til you’re drunk and I’ll montrer you, All the moves like Jagger, I’ve got the moves like Jagger, I’ve got the moves like Jagger!
Harry’s phone buzzed in his pocket so he took it out and answered it.