Friend Zoned
Worst Fears
*Chelsea’s P.O.V.*
“I’m disappointed too, I would have paid good money to come and see that.” Luna decided from where she sat across from me at the little restaurant we had decided to go to dinner at. It had been a few days since Zayn had left and Luna kept complaining about how alone she was now that everyone was off doing other things. I had arranged to catch up with her after I took my class with the girls.
“Zayn and I dancing isn’t that exciting, and it’s a good thing that he won’t be there anyway because the concert is about the girls not us, the parent’s know I can dance because I am the teacher.” With Zayn’s absence from the country, I had to inform the girls that Zayn and I could not dance in the concert on the weekend, much to their disappointment.
“Whatever, I’m just going to have to have this conversation with Bridget later, she understands where I am coming from so much better than you ever will. How are the boys anyway? I’ve been texting with Niall but he seems pretty busy.”
“Zayn said that they’ve been doing heaps of promotional things, interviews I guess. And they were doing some recording and some photo shoots. I’m not sure what else. I think Niall goes out with Harry and Liam a lot, Louis and Zee like to stay in and just hang out together from what he tells me.” I told her with a shrug. Zayn and I had been talking a lot, it didn’t even feel like he was out of the country it was that often. He complained about his bed at least fifteen thousand times and how he didn’t get to sleep enough, and that without me being there it was hard for him to sleep. Which now I think of it, it is quite strange as all the boys like to tell me all the interesting places that Zayn has been able to fall asleep at and how easy it is for him to just doze off.
I snapped back into reality as Luna cooed at me – a very unusual thing for her to do. “You and Zayn are life, you’re both literally so adorable. He has Niall texting me to ask if you’re okay because you had mentioned to him that you weren’t feeling very well. I was like ‘I haven’t seen her, how should I know?’ and so I was under direct instructions to ask you tonight. So Chelsea, how have you been feeling?”
I rolled my eyes at how overprotective Zayn can be. “I’ve been better.” I shrugged but continued talking when Luna shot me a glare. “Like I was feeling really nauseous the first day they left and then the next day my stomach was really sore but it wasn’t unbearable, and now it’s kind of progressed into a cold I guess. It just kind of hurts all the time and it’s making me bloated which is a pain in my arse.” I complained. I was so over feeling the way I have for the past few days and I was just praying it would pass.
“Maybe you should see your doctor,” Luna sassed and I shook my head. “I’m serious Chels, something could actually be wrong but if you don’t go and find out you won’t know til it get’s really bad.”
“It’s fine, really, it’s not that bad. Just feels like I’m cramping with the side of a mild fever. It’s not a big deal.”
“It’s your health Chelsea, of course it’s a big deal. But whatever, each to their own I suppose. Now please explain to me why you haven’t been at work.”
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I had finished up at dinner with Luna, it was good to see her after the few days we had apart. It was also a good way to catch up on what I missed out on at the office for the past few days and to grab some paperwork that I needed. I was driving back to my place to grab a few extra things before I went to mums for the rest of the week. A call from Zayn came in and I took it on the Bluetooth system that was built into the car.
“Hey Zayn, how’s it going?” I asked after I accepted his call.
“I want you to make an appointment and go see your doctor first thing tomorrow morning.”
“I’m glad you’ve had a great day, mine wasn’t so bad either, despite having to talk to this guy who keeps ordering me around to do things.”
“I’m serious Chels, you need to get this checked out. I just want what’s best for you. I’m sorry that I just needed to get that point across straight away but I want you to do it. I need you to call the doctor Chelsea,” I could here the desperation and worry in his tone but he wasn’t being very persuasive.
“Look Zayn, I’m driving right now so can we talk about this later. I’ve got to go so I can focus but I’ll call you back soon.”
“Do not hang u-” Whoops?
I rang the doorbell, even though it was my own home, just to let Piper know that I was here before I unlocked the door for myself.
I clambered up the stairs to my room, ignoring the pain in my abdomen and looked up to find piper trying to act inconspicuously as she leaned against the wall outside of her bedroom. Having known her for years, I can tell she’s trying to act nonchalant and she’s trying to hide something so I just raised my eyebrows at her in question.
“Why are you looking at me like that? And where’s Bridget?”
“You know why I’m looking at you like that Pipes, you’re acting strange and we both know I’m right. I’m just here to pick up a few things and head back to mums where Bridget is. Luna and I went to grab something to eat and I needed to grab a few things from here anyway so it made sense for me to call in here on the way back to mums. Now, why are you acting weird?”
“I’m not acting weird. I think I’m just reacting weirdly to being alone in this house. Luna has been staying at Niall’s apartment to make sure everything is okay there, especially with the way Perrie dropped in not too long ago, and you and Bridget are gone leaving me alone.”
“Poor Piper.” I told her sarcastically as I pouted causing her give me the rude finger. “How have you been coping without Harry?” I asked her in a dramatic tone.
“We’ve been talking heaps I guess, it’s not that bad being apart from him at the moment. I just feel really alone after being surrounded by the lot of you all the time and now being left here alone. It’s just been a bit hard to readjust. Harry’s also been going out a lot in LA, and Nia is also doing work there for a few weeks so they’ve been hanging out a lot and I’m not really sure how to feel about that.”
“I’m sure Harry wouldn’t cheat on you or anything like that, and I thought you liked Nia?”
“She’s lovely but you know how she is around Harry, Zayn too. I would just rather be there to supervise but then I come off as the clingy, possessive girlfriend and no one wants to be that kind of girl because no guy wants to deal with that. That’s not really important though. You should probably get back to your mums though, driving at night here can get a bit dangerous and we wouldn’t want anything to happen to you.”
I nodded in agreement and just shoved the few things I needed into another bag of mine. “Yeah, and I need to call Zayn soon, but I may put that off til the morning because he is being demanding and I don’t really feel up to dealing with that right now.”
“Why? What’s he been doing?”
“I haven’t been feeling 100% lately and he wants me to go to the doctor to get it checked out but I don’t think I need to because I just don’t think it’s that bad. They’re all just making a big deal out of nothing and it’s honestly not that bad. My stomach just hurts and I have a mild fever. I’m not going to die.”
“You should still have it looked at, if not for you then for Zayn because he’s worried and it will make him feel better.”
“I’ll just talk to a nurse at the hospital when I go to see dad tomorrow, but I’m only doing it to reassure Zayn that I’m alright and to get him off my case because this whole thing is pointless and it’s going to pass very soon and they’re all just a bit too worried about nothing.”
“Alright, do as you please. I’m going to bed because I have to teach tomorrow but I’ll see you on the weekend I assume.” I nodded in agreement and we said our goodbyes and soon I was back in the bed I grew up in, falling fast asleep after finally being able to push everyone’s concerns and worries about my health out of my mind.
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I awoke to a very typical stormy London morning to the sound of my ringing phone. I groaned both about the time and the shooting pain from my abdomen that I wish would leave me alone. Unsurprisingly it was Zee, probably annoyed and wondering why the heck I didn’t call him back yesterday. My suspicions were confirmed when I saw that Zayn’s caller i.d. was lighting my phone up.
“Talk to your damn boyfriend before I throw your phone out the window.” Bridget threatened. She wasn’t a morning person.
“I think I’d rather you do that.” I grumbled but I answered his call anyway, mumbling a hello as I left the room so my sister could continue sleeping.
“What happened to you calling me back?” He really hasn’t been good at formalities recently.
“I was exhausted Zayn, you know I’m not feeling all that well. I fell asleep. Sorry that I was trying to let my body repair itself.”
“Maybe if you went to see a doctor you would have a better chance at getting better.”
“I don’t need to, I’m feeling much better today, thank you.” Sometimes I speak too soon and let my pride get in the way, which isn’t always the best thing to do. Take now for an example; I could feel the bile rising in my throat and I rushed to the bathroom telling Zayn to hold on for a moment before I pressed the mute button on my phone and emptied the contents of my stomach into the toilet.
“Yeah, you sound so much better.” Zayn’s voice echoed sarcastically through the speaker of my phone and I cursed to myself for having pressed the speaker button instead of the mute button, blowing my cover. “Why are you being so stubborn about this Chels, I’m so worried about you and I can’t do anything from here to help you get better. All I want is for you to talk to a doctor to see if you’re okay so I can sleep a little better.” He sounded so tired and concerned I felt my heart ache like my abdomen was.
“I’m talking to a nurse when I go and see dad today. You shouldn’t be so concerned – it’s not that bad. I promise I’ll be fine Zayn so stop worry about me so much, there’s not much point.”
“Of course there is, I really l-uh care about you so of course I’m going to worry. Please get some medical advice today. I have to go to sleep because it’s like 12 here we have really early interviews in the morning – which is stupid because after that we have nothing for like a day and a half – and if I’m late, Liam and Paul will kill me. Just send me a text to tell me what you find out so when I wake up I know you’re alright.”
“Fine, and please stop worrying so you can get to sleep. I’ll text you later. Sweet dreams, Zayn.”
“Thanks Chels, have a good day beautiful.”
I disconnected the call from Zayn with a smile that soon fell as I leant over the toilet, vomiting again.
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We didn’t make it to see dad til the afternoon. Mum wanted to come with us but she had a few errands that she wanted to run in the morning, and of course I had no objections because it meant I could avoid speaking to someone about what the hell was wrong with me for as long as possible. I know I was being stubborn and dumb but I was just terrified that something was terribly wrong with me that I avoided it as much as I could. I spent most of my day in bed, only managing to get a few things done for work because of the flu like symptoms that I was experiencing.
I was sat quietly on the couch in dad’s hospital room as everyone talked animatedly around me. I was pondering over the many thoughts that were racing around my head when a nurse walked through the door and told dad that she needed to just check his vitals and all the usual stuff. I knew this was my opportunity and I knew I had to do it for Zayn, so when she was done I stood with a regretful sigh telling my family I would be back in a minute before I followed her outside.
She noticed my presence and I cleared my throat before speaking. “Hi, um I’m sorry, I’m Chelsea, Mark’s daughter.”
“I figured, I’ve seen all the tabloids. What can I do to help you? Is it something to do with your father because his treatment is going very well and you have no need to be worried?”
I shook my head. “No it’s not about him, even though that news is great. I’ve been feeling really sick lately, with flu symptoms, nausea and abdominal pain. Everyone’s been really worried about it, I’m not all that concerned, but if you have idea of what it might be it would be really helpful if you could tell me so that I can calm them all down.” I told her in a soft voice as pain shoot through my stomach again, causing me to wince.
She eyed me up and down with a worried look. “It could be a few things but we would have to run some tests to see what it is. I would definitely advise you to do that but it really is your choice to get them done or not.”
I took in an annoyed breath and nodded. “Alright, I’ll call my doctor and make an appointment for tomorrow.” I told her as a worsening pain spread through my stomach.
“Are you alright Miss?” She asked concerned and I nodded, thanking her for her time and advice before turning to head back to dad’s room. Until everything went black.
*Zayn’s P.O.V.*
I couldn’t focus through my interviews. I knew something wasn’t right from when I woke up and Chelsea hadn’t texted me about what was going on and whether she was okay. I fiddled agitatedly waiting for the last five minutes of the interview to be over so I could go and give her a call because she was really making me nervous and worried, and quite honestly, irritated. Why was she being so stubborn about this?
My phone buzzed in my pocket signalling that I was receiving a phone call but I knew I had to ignore it for the sake of the interview, no matter how badly I wanted to check it. It finally stopped buzzing and I tried to focus in on the interview but then a whole bunch of texts came through on my phone and another call started buzzing, making me fear the worst. Whatever that was.
I briskly apologised, pulling out my phone and rushing out of the interview to take the call, ignoring the confused glances from my band mates and the interviewer as I swiped to answer the incoming call from Bridget.
“Bridget, what’s going on, is Chelsea okay?” I asked in a rushed tone hoping to get an answer as soon as possible.
“Zayn she, she just collapsed. They rushed her off for scans without telling us anything except that they think she might need to have surgery. She was so pale, so sick looking. I have no idea what’s wrong with her. I’m so worried Zayn, what if she’s not okay?” And that’s when I knew that I needed to get home immediately.
“I’m disappointed too, I would have paid good money to come and see that.” Luna decided from where she sat across from me at the little restaurant we had decided to go to dinner at. It had been a few days since Zayn had left and Luna kept complaining about how alone she was now that everyone was off doing other things. I had arranged to catch up with her after I took my class with the girls.
“Zayn and I dancing isn’t that exciting, and it’s a good thing that he won’t be there anyway because the concert is about the girls not us, the parent’s know I can dance because I am the teacher.” With Zayn’s absence from the country, I had to inform the girls that Zayn and I could not dance in the concert on the weekend, much to their disappointment.
“Whatever, I’m just going to have to have this conversation with Bridget later, she understands where I am coming from so much better than you ever will. How are the boys anyway? I’ve been texting with Niall but he seems pretty busy.”
“Zayn said that they’ve been doing heaps of promotional things, interviews I guess. And they were doing some recording and some photo shoots. I’m not sure what else. I think Niall goes out with Harry and Liam a lot, Louis and Zee like to stay in and just hang out together from what he tells me.” I told her with a shrug. Zayn and I had been talking a lot, it didn’t even feel like he was out of the country it was that often. He complained about his bed at least fifteen thousand times and how he didn’t get to sleep enough, and that without me being there it was hard for him to sleep. Which now I think of it, it is quite strange as all the boys like to tell me all the interesting places that Zayn has been able to fall asleep at and how easy it is for him to just doze off.
I snapped back into reality as Luna cooed at me – a very unusual thing for her to do. “You and Zayn are life, you’re both literally so adorable. He has Niall texting me to ask if you’re okay because you had mentioned to him that you weren’t feeling very well. I was like ‘I haven’t seen her, how should I know?’ and so I was under direct instructions to ask you tonight. So Chelsea, how have you been feeling?”
I rolled my eyes at how overprotective Zayn can be. “I’ve been better.” I shrugged but continued talking when Luna shot me a glare. “Like I was feeling really nauseous the first day they left and then the next day my stomach was really sore but it wasn’t unbearable, and now it’s kind of progressed into a cold I guess. It just kind of hurts all the time and it’s making me bloated which is a pain in my arse.” I complained. I was so over feeling the way I have for the past few days and I was just praying it would pass.
“Maybe you should see your doctor,” Luna sassed and I shook my head. “I’m serious Chels, something could actually be wrong but if you don’t go and find out you won’t know til it get’s really bad.”
“It’s fine, really, it’s not that bad. Just feels like I’m cramping with the side of a mild fever. It’s not a big deal.”
“It’s your health Chelsea, of course it’s a big deal. But whatever, each to their own I suppose. Now please explain to me why you haven’t been at work.”
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I had finished up at dinner with Luna, it was good to see her after the few days we had apart. It was also a good way to catch up on what I missed out on at the office for the past few days and to grab some paperwork that I needed. I was driving back to my place to grab a few extra things before I went to mums for the rest of the week. A call from Zayn came in and I took it on the Bluetooth system that was built into the car.
“Hey Zayn, how’s it going?” I asked after I accepted his call.
“I want you to make an appointment and go see your doctor first thing tomorrow morning.”
“I’m glad you’ve had a great day, mine wasn’t so bad either, despite having to talk to this guy who keeps ordering me around to do things.”
“I’m serious Chels, you need to get this checked out. I just want what’s best for you. I’m sorry that I just needed to get that point across straight away but I want you to do it. I need you to call the doctor Chelsea,” I could here the desperation and worry in his tone but he wasn’t being very persuasive.
“Look Zayn, I’m driving right now so can we talk about this later. I’ve got to go so I can focus but I’ll call you back soon.”
“Do not hang u-” Whoops?
I rang the doorbell, even though it was my own home, just to let Piper know that I was here before I unlocked the door for myself.
I clambered up the stairs to my room, ignoring the pain in my abdomen and looked up to find piper trying to act inconspicuously as she leaned against the wall outside of her bedroom. Having known her for years, I can tell she’s trying to act nonchalant and she’s trying to hide something so I just raised my eyebrows at her in question.
“Why are you looking at me like that? And where’s Bridget?”
“You know why I’m looking at you like that Pipes, you’re acting strange and we both know I’m right. I’m just here to pick up a few things and head back to mums where Bridget is. Luna and I went to grab something to eat and I needed to grab a few things from here anyway so it made sense for me to call in here on the way back to mums. Now, why are you acting weird?”
“I’m not acting weird. I think I’m just reacting weirdly to being alone in this house. Luna has been staying at Niall’s apartment to make sure everything is okay there, especially with the way Perrie dropped in not too long ago, and you and Bridget are gone leaving me alone.”
“Poor Piper.” I told her sarcastically as I pouted causing her give me the rude finger. “How have you been coping without Harry?” I asked her in a dramatic tone.
“We’ve been talking heaps I guess, it’s not that bad being apart from him at the moment. I just feel really alone after being surrounded by the lot of you all the time and now being left here alone. It’s just been a bit hard to readjust. Harry’s also been going out a lot in LA, and Nia is also doing work there for a few weeks so they’ve been hanging out a lot and I’m not really sure how to feel about that.”
“I’m sure Harry wouldn’t cheat on you or anything like that, and I thought you liked Nia?”
“She’s lovely but you know how she is around Harry, Zayn too. I would just rather be there to supervise but then I come off as the clingy, possessive girlfriend and no one wants to be that kind of girl because no guy wants to deal with that. That’s not really important though. You should probably get back to your mums though, driving at night here can get a bit dangerous and we wouldn’t want anything to happen to you.”
I nodded in agreement and just shoved the few things I needed into another bag of mine. “Yeah, and I need to call Zayn soon, but I may put that off til the morning because he is being demanding and I don’t really feel up to dealing with that right now.”
“Why? What’s he been doing?”
“I haven’t been feeling 100% lately and he wants me to go to the doctor to get it checked out but I don’t think I need to because I just don’t think it’s that bad. They’re all just making a big deal out of nothing and it’s honestly not that bad. My stomach just hurts and I have a mild fever. I’m not going to die.”
“You should still have it looked at, if not for you then for Zayn because he’s worried and it will make him feel better.”
“I’ll just talk to a nurse at the hospital when I go to see dad tomorrow, but I’m only doing it to reassure Zayn that I’m alright and to get him off my case because this whole thing is pointless and it’s going to pass very soon and they’re all just a bit too worried about nothing.”
“Alright, do as you please. I’m going to bed because I have to teach tomorrow but I’ll see you on the weekend I assume.” I nodded in agreement and we said our goodbyes and soon I was back in the bed I grew up in, falling fast asleep after finally being able to push everyone’s concerns and worries about my health out of my mind.
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I awoke to a very typical stormy London morning to the sound of my ringing phone. I groaned both about the time and the shooting pain from my abdomen that I wish would leave me alone. Unsurprisingly it was Zee, probably annoyed and wondering why the heck I didn’t call him back yesterday. My suspicions were confirmed when I saw that Zayn’s caller i.d. was lighting my phone up.
“Talk to your damn boyfriend before I throw your phone out the window.” Bridget threatened. She wasn’t a morning person.
“I think I’d rather you do that.” I grumbled but I answered his call anyway, mumbling a hello as I left the room so my sister could continue sleeping.
“What happened to you calling me back?” He really hasn’t been good at formalities recently.
“I was exhausted Zayn, you know I’m not feeling all that well. I fell asleep. Sorry that I was trying to let my body repair itself.”
“Maybe if you went to see a doctor you would have a better chance at getting better.”
“I don’t need to, I’m feeling much better today, thank you.” Sometimes I speak too soon and let my pride get in the way, which isn’t always the best thing to do. Take now for an example; I could feel the bile rising in my throat and I rushed to the bathroom telling Zayn to hold on for a moment before I pressed the mute button on my phone and emptied the contents of my stomach into the toilet.
“Yeah, you sound so much better.” Zayn’s voice echoed sarcastically through the speaker of my phone and I cursed to myself for having pressed the speaker button instead of the mute button, blowing my cover. “Why are you being so stubborn about this Chels, I’m so worried about you and I can’t do anything from here to help you get better. All I want is for you to talk to a doctor to see if you’re okay so I can sleep a little better.” He sounded so tired and concerned I felt my heart ache like my abdomen was.
“I’m talking to a nurse when I go and see dad today. You shouldn’t be so concerned – it’s not that bad. I promise I’ll be fine Zayn so stop worry about me so much, there’s not much point.”
“Of course there is, I really l-uh care about you so of course I’m going to worry. Please get some medical advice today. I have to go to sleep because it’s like 12 here we have really early interviews in the morning – which is stupid because after that we have nothing for like a day and a half – and if I’m late, Liam and Paul will kill me. Just send me a text to tell me what you find out so when I wake up I know you’re alright.”
“Fine, and please stop worrying so you can get to sleep. I’ll text you later. Sweet dreams, Zayn.”
“Thanks Chels, have a good day beautiful.”
I disconnected the call from Zayn with a smile that soon fell as I leant over the toilet, vomiting again.
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We didn’t make it to see dad til the afternoon. Mum wanted to come with us but she had a few errands that she wanted to run in the morning, and of course I had no objections because it meant I could avoid speaking to someone about what the hell was wrong with me for as long as possible. I know I was being stubborn and dumb but I was just terrified that something was terribly wrong with me that I avoided it as much as I could. I spent most of my day in bed, only managing to get a few things done for work because of the flu like symptoms that I was experiencing.
I was sat quietly on the couch in dad’s hospital room as everyone talked animatedly around me. I was pondering over the many thoughts that were racing around my head when a nurse walked through the door and told dad that she needed to just check his vitals and all the usual stuff. I knew this was my opportunity and I knew I had to do it for Zayn, so when she was done I stood with a regretful sigh telling my family I would be back in a minute before I followed her outside.
She noticed my presence and I cleared my throat before speaking. “Hi, um I’m sorry, I’m Chelsea, Mark’s daughter.”
“I figured, I’ve seen all the tabloids. What can I do to help you? Is it something to do with your father because his treatment is going very well and you have no need to be worried?”
I shook my head. “No it’s not about him, even though that news is great. I’ve been feeling really sick lately, with flu symptoms, nausea and abdominal pain. Everyone’s been really worried about it, I’m not all that concerned, but if you have idea of what it might be it would be really helpful if you could tell me so that I can calm them all down.” I told her in a soft voice as pain shoot through my stomach again, causing me to wince.
She eyed me up and down with a worried look. “It could be a few things but we would have to run some tests to see what it is. I would definitely advise you to do that but it really is your choice to get them done or not.”
I took in an annoyed breath and nodded. “Alright, I’ll call my doctor and make an appointment for tomorrow.” I told her as a worsening pain spread through my stomach.
“Are you alright Miss?” She asked concerned and I nodded, thanking her for her time and advice before turning to head back to dad’s room. Until everything went black.
*Zayn’s P.O.V.*
I couldn’t focus through my interviews. I knew something wasn’t right from when I woke up and Chelsea hadn’t texted me about what was going on and whether she was okay. I fiddled agitatedly waiting for the last five minutes of the interview to be over so I could go and give her a call because she was really making me nervous and worried, and quite honestly, irritated. Why was she being so stubborn about this?
My phone buzzed in my pocket signalling that I was receiving a phone call but I knew I had to ignore it for the sake of the interview, no matter how badly I wanted to check it. It finally stopped buzzing and I tried to focus in on the interview but then a whole bunch of texts came through on my phone and another call started buzzing, making me fear the worst. Whatever that was.
I briskly apologised, pulling out my phone and rushing out of the interview to take the call, ignoring the confused glances from my band mates and the interviewer as I swiped to answer the incoming call from Bridget.
“Bridget, what’s going on, is Chelsea okay?” I asked in a rushed tone hoping to get an answer as soon as possible.
“Zayn she, she just collapsed. They rushed her off for scans without telling us anything except that they think she might need to have surgery. She was so pale, so sick looking. I have no idea what’s wrong with her. I’m so worried Zayn, what if she’s not okay?” And that’s when I knew that I needed to get home immediately.
Notes
Hey y'all!
So omg I went to the One Direction concert last night omfg I fell for them all over again.
And Zayn seemed to be in a really good mood which was awesome omfg
I cried far out - best night ever!!! If you're going to OTRA you are going to love it
I've started the next chapter so we can only hope that it will be up soon - I plan to write heaps on the weekend
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Love this so much!!! Extremely happy you've decided to keep it going. Love you! Hope to see more soon. x
4/12/15