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I came accueil and found Claire standing in the hallway. She didn't look too happy.
“Hi Claire.” I said.
“WHAT THE FUCK DID toi DO WITH IT??!?!!?” she screeched as she pinned me up against the wall.
“Do with what?” I asked.
“MY NEW GUCCI HANDBAG!” she screamed.
“I didn't touch it!” I told her.
“Yes toi did!” she shouted as she kicked me into the stomach.
“I didn't take it Claire! I wasn’t even in your room yesterday!” I explained.
“Then who did?” she roared.
“Liar!” she shrieked as she hit my head and I fell to the ground, unconscious.
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Emma’s P.O.V:
I walked through the door with Claire's new Gucci handbag around my arm. I found Mickie on the floor, unconscious.
“What did she do?” I quizzed.
“She a volé, étole my new Gucci handbag. I can’t find it anywhere.” She responded.
“Here.” I spoke as I emptied out the contents of the bag and handed it to her.
“You took it?” she queried.
“Yeah. Sorry for not asking first. I didn't want to wake toi this morning.” I remarked.
“Aw don’t worry its fine. It’s just a bag anyways!!” she giggled.
I gave her a hug and we both went inside to the sitting room to watch TV.
Mickie’s P.O.V:
I woke up about an heure later with a pounding headache. I heaved my body up the stairs and strolled into my bedroom.
I decided I better start my homework, if I wanted to go to niall’s house later. I finished it about 2 hours later.
It was now 6:32pm. I was supposed to be at niall’s in less than a half an hour. I guess I’ll have to ask my sisters…
I stepped into the sitting room where Claire and Emma were.
“What do toi want?” Emma scowled.
“Um… can I go out for a little while?” I questioned.
“No.” Claire replied immediately.
“Please?” I pleaded.
“NO.” Claire repeated.
“Why not?” I asked.
“Because you're cleaning our rooms.” Emma ordered.
“But I just cleaned them yesterday!” I argued.
“Well they need tidying again!” they roared.
I rolled my eyes and pulled myself up the stairs. I took out my phone and texted niall to tell him I couldn’t come. Then I waltzed into Claire's bedroom and began to clean.
Niall’s P.O.V:
Harry came to my house after school so we chilled out and watched TV.
♫I’m gonna tell toi One Time!♫
My phone vibrated.
I opened the message.
Mickie- 6:39pm: ‘Hey niall :) I'm really sorry but I cnt cum 2nite :( my sisters r makin me tidy their rooms :( sorry again nd ill c u 2morro bbz :) luv yhu ;) xXxXx’
I sighed heavily.
“What’s up mate?” harry asked me.
“Mickie can’t come tonight.” I moaned.
“Why not?” he questioned.
“Hey sisters are making her clean their rooms.” I replied.
“That’s not right. Her sisters sound like right bitches.” Harry grumbled.
“Trust me, they are.” I nodded.
“Why don’t toi ask Greg to tell Andrea to come over and bring Mickie too?” harry suggested.
“Harry, toi are a genius. I l’amour you.” I a dit as I kissed his forehead and made my way towards Greg’s room.
“Freak.” I heard harry mumble when I left.
I giggled and knocked on Greg’s door.
“Come in!” I friendly voice called. I strolled in.
“Oh salut niall.” Greg smiled.
“Hey Greg! Did I ever tell toi what an AMAZING brother toi are?” I know, I was s’embrasser up, But it’s for a reason!
His eyes narrowed.
“What do toi want from me?” he saw right through me.
“Can toi ask Andrea to come over and to bring Mickie too?” I pleaded.
“Why?” he quizzed me.
“Because Mickie’s sisters won’t let her come.” I told him.
“Ok I’ll do it.” He grinned.
“Thank toi SO much!” I beamed.
He laughed as I left the room.
I heard musique coming from my bedroom. I peeked through the keyhole and saw harry chant and dancing along to The
Saturday’s song ‘Notorious’.
♫I’m an outlaw!♫
♫I’m a big boss!♫
♫I’m a gangster,♫
♫On the dance floor!♫
Harry sang from the room.
“And toi say MY obsession is bad!” I chuckled as I entered the room.
Harry jumped when he heard my voice.
“AHHH!” he let out a girly scream and hid under my bed.
“Harry it’s only me!” I told him.
He immediately piped up and tried to look cool.
“I-I-I knew that!” he laughed suspiciously.
I laughed and dived onto the bed.
“Is Greg calling Mickie’s sister?” he questioned.
“Yup.” I grinned.
“So my plan worked! WOO HOO!” he beamed.
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I came accueil and found Claire standing in the hallway. She didn't look too happy.
“Hi Claire.” I said.
“WHAT THE FUCK DID toi DO WITH IT??!?!!?” she screeched as she pinned me up against the wall.
“Do with what?” I asked.
“MY NEW GUCCI HANDBAG!” she screamed.
“I didn't touch it!” I told her.
“Yes toi did!” she shouted as she kicked me into the stomach.
“I didn't take it Claire! I wasn’t even in your room yesterday!” I explained.
“Then who did?” she roared.
“Liar!” she shrieked as she hit my head and I fell to the ground, unconscious.
♥♥♥♥♥
Emma’s P.O.V:
I walked through the door with Claire's new Gucci handbag around my arm. I found Mickie on the floor, unconscious.
“What did she do?” I quizzed.
“She a volé, étole my new Gucci handbag. I can’t find it anywhere.” She responded.
“Here.” I spoke as I emptied out the contents of the bag and handed it to her.
“You took it?” she queried.
“Yeah. Sorry for not asking first. I didn't want to wake toi this morning.” I remarked.
“Aw don’t worry its fine. It’s just a bag anyways!!” she giggled.
I gave her a hug and we both went inside to the sitting room to watch TV.
Mickie’s P.O.V:
I woke up about an heure later with a pounding headache. I heaved my body up the stairs and strolled into my bedroom.
I decided I better start my homework, if I wanted to go to niall’s house later. I finished it about 2 hours later.
It was now 6:32pm. I was supposed to be at niall’s in less than a half an hour. I guess I’ll have to ask my sisters…
I stepped into the sitting room where Claire and Emma were.
“What do toi want?” Emma scowled.
“Um… can I go out for a little while?” I questioned.
“No.” Claire replied immediately.
“Please?” I pleaded.
“NO.” Claire repeated.
“Why not?” I asked.
“Because you're cleaning our rooms.” Emma ordered.
“But I just cleaned them yesterday!” I argued.
“Well they need tidying again!” they roared.
I rolled my eyes and pulled myself up the stairs. I took out my phone and texted niall to tell him I couldn’t come. Then I waltzed into Claire's bedroom and began to clean.
Niall’s P.O.V:
Harry came to my house after school so we chilled out and watched TV.
♫I’m gonna tell toi One Time!♫
My phone vibrated.
I opened the message.
Mickie- 6:39pm: ‘Hey niall :) I'm really sorry but I cnt cum 2nite :( my sisters r makin me tidy their rooms :( sorry again nd ill c u 2morro bbz :) luv yhu ;) xXxXx’
I sighed heavily.
“What’s up mate?” harry asked me.
“Mickie can’t come tonight.” I moaned.
“Why not?” he questioned.
“Hey sisters are making her clean their rooms.” I replied.
“That’s not right. Her sisters sound like right bitches.” Harry grumbled.
“Trust me, they are.” I nodded.
“Why don’t toi ask Greg to tell Andrea to come over and bring Mickie too?” harry suggested.
“Harry, toi are a genius. I l’amour you.” I a dit as I kissed his forehead and made my way towards Greg’s room.
“Freak.” I heard harry mumble when I left.
I giggled and knocked on Greg’s door.
“Come in!” I friendly voice called. I strolled in.
“Oh salut niall.” Greg smiled.
“Hey Greg! Did I ever tell toi what an AMAZING brother toi are?” I know, I was s’embrasser up, But it’s for a reason!
His eyes narrowed.
“What do toi want from me?” he saw right through me.
“Can toi ask Andrea to come over and to bring Mickie too?” I pleaded.
“Why?” he quizzed me.
“Because Mickie’s sisters won’t let her come.” I told him.
“Ok I’ll do it.” He grinned.
“Thank toi SO much!” I beamed.
He laughed as I left the room.
I heard musique coming from my bedroom. I peeked through the keyhole and saw harry chant and dancing along to The
Saturday’s song ‘Notorious’.
♫I’m an outlaw!♫
♫I’m a big boss!♫
♫I’m a gangster,♫
♫On the dance floor!♫
Harry sang from the room.
“And toi say MY obsession is bad!” I chuckled as I entered the room.
Harry jumped when he heard my voice.
“AHHH!” he let out a girly scream and hid under my bed.
“Harry it’s only me!” I told him.
He immediately piped up and tried to look cool.
“I-I-I knew that!” he laughed suspiciously.
I laughed and dived onto the bed.
“Is Greg calling Mickie’s sister?” he questioned.
“Yup.” I grinned.
“So my plan worked! WOO HOO!” he beamed.
♥♥♥♥♥
Made by: nevenkastar
We live in a cruel world where the chances of most of us getting to spend plus than a few mere minutes with One Direction are about as strong as the chances of Lindsay Lohan changing her name to Tits McGee (although she is the type who’d do most things for some cash).
Handily then, Louis Tomlinson has revealed to We l’amour Pop magazine how he can be won over in five minutes.
“Prove that you’re fun,” he told them.
“Have a laugh and toi need to laugh at my jokes – but don’t make yourself too available.
“[The last girl I gave my number to] looked good, but it wasn’t actually that. She wasn’t like ‘Oooh you’re famous!’ "
“She was dead cool, so that’s why I asked for her number.”
Got that? Don’t acknowledge that he’s famous, have loads of fun but in a non-enthusiastic and uber cool way, but don’t forget to laugh at his jokes.
Handily then, Louis Tomlinson has revealed to We l’amour Pop magazine how he can be won over in five minutes.
“Prove that you’re fun,” he told them.
“Have a laugh and toi need to laugh at my jokes – but don’t make yourself too available.
“[The last girl I gave my number to] looked good, but it wasn’t actually that. She wasn’t like ‘Oooh you’re famous!’ "
“She was dead cool, so that’s why I asked for her number.”
Got that? Don’t acknowledge that he’s famous, have loads of fun but in a non-enthusiastic and uber cool way, but don’t forget to laugh at his jokes.
Cardle has been forced to change his phone number after fellow X Factor contestants One Direction accidently let his number slip through Twitter.
The boyband were chatting in a live web chat and proceeded to let fans hear a voicemail message without realising it contained the digits of Matt’s phone number. Matt ended up receiving thousands of missed calls, voicemails and texts.
A source told The Sun: “Matt woke to hundreds of missed calls. He thought something serious had happened.”
However Matt took it all in good jest according to the insider. “He spoke to the lads and had a laugh.” the source added.
The boyband were chatting in a live web chat and proceeded to let fans hear a voicemail message without realising it contained the digits of Matt’s phone number. Matt ended up receiving thousands of missed calls, voicemails and texts.
A source told The Sun: “Matt woke to hundreds of missed calls. He thought something serious had happened.”
However Matt took it all in good jest according to the insider. “He spoke to the lads and had a laugh.” the source added.
