Uncle Wesley's Flower Shop
Introduction
KD
She was too daring.
The veins popping out of his neck never scared her away. No matter how bitter he would sound or boorish he could get, she would tumble straight into his bewitching traps. However she did not see them as traps, she saw it as love. And can I tell you something about love?
Love is weightless but could remotely be mistaken as a heavy admire. She was hopelessly stuck in his rash-like world. And she did not notice the fucking weight he brought onto her shoulders. She was jubilant, doleful, lonely and jumbled at the same time.
She had everything I have never wanted; everything I have never dreamed over. Now, I do not know what to think. When will she know this guy is a broken record?! She was losing it all because of one damn guy.
My sister fell for Niall fucking Horan.
Now that is what I call brave.