So Now You Want Me?

2009

"Why, Liam?" I asked. Tears falling from my eyes like freaking Niagra Falls.

"It's just not working, Natalee,you deserve better, " he said trying to put a hand on my shoulder. I shook it off.

"No, Liam, I don't need better! I only need you! Why can't you see that?" I cried out angrily, he's all I've ever wanted, all I've ever needed in life,you know, besides water and air, but that's beside the point, and now he's just walking away because he doesn't think he's good enough? That's not the Liam Payne I know.

"Liam," I said reaching out and outting a hand on his shoulder in a weak attempt to make him stay. "Please don't go."

He turned back to look at me with tears in his, then turned back towards the door, and left, without saying anything.

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2013

I've gotten over Liam, I hardly ever think about him. I've also gotten quite good at lying

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2. Chapter 2

My happiness was quickly replaced by shock, and then replaced with happiness, again, as I waddled like a penguin with my arms outstretched, a goofy smile on my face. Now, when I say ‘goofy smile’, I don’t mean that cute grin that some girls to do when they’re incredibly happy, I mean, mouth open, eyes squinting, drool probably falling from my mouth. Not a very pretty sight, not at all.

 

“Daddy!” I yelled as he opened his arms waiting for me to tackle him.

 

“Hey there, Natalee! How’s it going, Sweetheart?” he asked chuckling, barely being able to keep his balance.

 

“Ermahgerd! Dad-ay! I missed you so much!” I yelled, probably killing his eardrums seeing as my face was pressed into his neck. He should probably see a doctor to make sure I didn’t do any permanent damage. I’ll set up an appointment for him to go tomorrow...even though he probably won’t go, I might just have to put him to sleep to get him there. Mental note; figure out how to put dad to sleep.

 

“I missed you, Natalee,” he said rocking us back and forth.

 

I was starting to get a bit uncomfortable because I was bent over slightly to hug since I was a good 3 inches taller than him, plus I was wearing those surprisingly comfortable high-heeled tennis shoe things.

 

I pulled out of our awkward, yet sweet, embrace, and stood there semi awkwardly. I began wondering why I was feeling so awkward, it was only my dad.

 

I got out of my little awkward stage, I use awkward a lot don’t I?, and started jumping up and down, and shaking my head like a dog does when it’s trying to get water off. Maybe I should become a dog! I bet I would make an awesome dog. I would be the dog every little kid would want at the petstore. But then, if you think about it, that’s kind of weird, someone owning you. What if they like sent me to Mars for science? What if I got abducted by ali-

 

“What are you doin- nevermind, I don’t want to know,” my dad shaking his head slightly and walking towards the car that was here to pick me up and send me to my doon! I mean, my meeting..

 

Only then did I realise I was on the ground on all fours. I shot up looking around to make sure no one had seen my little, episode. Psh, what do I care? I am Natalee! Queen of the Sexi Panatalones! I can do whatever I want! That’s right gurl! Hold yo head up high girlfriend! Work that catwalk! You got the moves! You’re feisty! Work them sho-

 

Oh my god! I’m starting to sound more like my gay uncle, than the QotSP. Whatever, I’m sexy and I know it. End of story.

 

I made it to the car safely, except for when I fell trying moonwalk, and hopped into the backseat like a graceful bunny rabbit.

 

Well, maybe not a graceful rabbit, unless you know, the flail their arms, and scrunch up their faces like like rabid raccoons. But, whatever, I can do whatever I want because I’m a freakin Princess! That’s right! Go wallow in your own self pity!

 

Just kidding! Don’t do that!

 

Great, now I feel bad.

 

Anyways, getting off topic here, I ‘hopped’ into the backseat struggling with the seatbelt. I mean, who created these things? They’re like death traps! It’s like purposefully choking yourself, while strapping yourself to a death seat. No lie. You’re practically signing a death contract.

 

I don’t think you sign a death trap, Genius.

 

You don’t know anything.

 

I know more than you do.

 

No you don’t!

 

Yes I do!

 

Nuh-uh!

 

Yeah-huh!

 

Nuh-uh!

 

Yeah-huh!

 

Shut up!

 

You shut up!

 

No! You shut u-

 

“What are you thinking about?” dad asked.

 

“Huh? Wha- wait, what?” I asked shaking my head trying to get rid of the tiny arguing voices battling to the death in my head. I guess technically they weren’t battling to the death, I don’t even think that’s possible. How could voices battle to the death? They can’t. And now I’m answering my own question.

 

Hashtag Swaggy

 

Hashtag I’m cool

 

Hashtag Be jelly

 

Hashtag I’m awesome

 

Hashtag I should stop doing this

 

Hashtag STAHP

 

Hashtag I can’t believe I just said that

 

“You look like you’re talking to yourself, but in your head,” he said chuckling, leaning against the back of the seat. I don’t really even know why I added that. I don’t think you can really lean against the front of the seat. Maybe you can. I don’t know, whatever.

 

“Me? Talk to myself? Pssh, please! No way! Pssh! That’s crazy, dad! Pssh! No!” I said calm and collected, and totally not sweating like a pig... no way. That doesn’t happen to me. Pssh, no.

 

“Okay, Kiddo, whatever helps you sleep at night,” he said smiling slightly closing his eyes. He’s about to fall asleep. I can tell. I think I’m psychic, I can predict the future! Someone should write a story about me and my epic pyschicness. I don’t think pyschicness is a word, but, YOLO.

 

I can’t believe I just said that. I should be ashamed of myself. That’s embarrassing. Let’s just pretend I didn’t say that, ever.

 

Okay, back to what I was saying. Oh! Yeah! My dad was falling asleep. I decided that even though I may or may not have slept like, 20 hours today already, that I should sleep my way to the meeting anyway, because I have Swag. Period. End of story. Goodnight.

 

I woke up to screams, not bad screams, not like the ‘I just woke up from a terrible nightmare where my dog was attacked by zombies, and then my mother died, and I ended up eating a spider!’ kind of screams. They were more of like, ‘Oh my god! I just got a new iPhone, and Justin Bieber signed my t-shirt, and the guy I liked just asked me out and I couldn’t be happier!’ kind of screams.

 

Why were people screaming? I still needed my beauty sleep! People need to know when to shut their face holes.

 

“Natalee! Get up, Sweetheart! We’re here!” my dad yelled into my ear. What a nice wakeup call, innit? A good ol’ yellin’ in the ear. I will get payback. Just wait, I will.

 

“Go awaaaay,” I said, shoving what I believe was his face away from my ears.

 

“Ha. Ha. Ha. No. Get up. We’re already late, and Josh is ticked. Let’s go. People are waiting on you.”

 

I reluctantly got up and walked out of car trying my hardest to stay on my feet as I walked the twenty meters to the door, but only trying because all of the paparazzi, they already have enough pictures of me falling on my face anyways, they don’t need anymore.

 

I made it inside the building safely, which is a huge accomplishment for me, and headed straight towards the elevator, clearly already knowing where I was going because I walked right into the janitors closet.

 

After him giving me clear instructions on where to go and a small prayer session, I made my way to the meeting room.

 

I walked into the room like a freaking super model, just kidding! Haha! I can’t believe you fell for that! You thought I actually walked in like a supermodel! Hardy-har-har! Wow, hilarious.

 

No, but seriously, I tripped on the threshold, woah now, threshold? Big fancy word! Waddup?

 

Anyway, I tripped, and because this happens often, I did the normal routine.

 

1.Trip on something hard to trip on.

2.Make incredibly attractive whale noises.

3.Put arms out to keep self from hitting precious face.

4.Hit ground.

 

However, my fool proof plan didn’t work in this equation, on step four, I didn’t hit the ground, I hit something softer, and I felt arms wrap around me.

 

I looked up to see puppy dog eyes staring down at me, half in amusement, half worriedly.


Just kidding, It was mostly amusement.

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