Sequel
to not
again.
Using
Louis
Tomlinson
~ Chapter 8 ~
Louis'
P.O.V
Belle suddenly gasps and we all look at her.
"What's the date?" She says, her eyes going wide
with excitement.
"Uum, Saturday October 6th..." Niall says.
"And the time?"
"8:23."
She squeals and runs over to the sofa, grabbing the remote out of
Zayn's hand and sitting in between Niall and Liam.
"Merlin starts in 2 minutes!" She screams and does a
little happy dance as she turns to BBC1.
"Merlin? What's that?" I ask.
She turns her head around slowly and glares at me.
"Louis, I dont think things are going to work out if you
ever ask me that question again." She jokes. At least,
I think she was joking...
"IT'S THE BEST FLIPPING SHOW IN THE WHOLE ENTIRE
UNIVERSE!" She yells.
"What's it about?" Liam asks. The TV suddenly turns
blue and a picture of a pale boy with black hair fills the
screen.
"Sssshhhh!" Belle hushes us and stares intently at the
screen..
"In a land of myth and a time of magic, the destiny of a
great kingdom rests on the shoulders of a young man. His name?
Merlin." A deep voice narrates the start and Belle mouths
the words with it.
"Who was that? He has an awesome voice." Zayn
states.
"John Hurt, the voice of the dragon, now SHUT UP! This is
the first episode of the 5th series and I won't miss ONE WORD
of it." She glares around the room and then pauses the TV
bursting into laughter.
"You should have seen your faces!" She says, inbetween
laughs. "You looked absolutely terrified!"
I relax, I really thought she was going to bite our heads
off.
* * * * * * * * * * *
"I swear to god, if that mother f/cker Mordred does anything
to Arthur I'll -" I cut her off.
"Woah woah woah. Slow down. Don't get too wound
up." I tease.
"And hey, who plays that Merlin guy?" Niall asks.
"Colin Morgan."
"Where's he from?" I ask. "He sounds like
he's putting on an english accent."
"Yeah, he's from Northern Ireland. Some place called
Armagh."
I nod. "Small country that, right?
She shrugs. "I dunno, never been."
"I think we're going there for our 2013 tour." Liam
says.
"Oh yeah, Belfast, March sometime." I nod along. I look
at the clock to see it's 9:30.
"Not too early guys, want to watch Madagascar?" I
grin.
They all agree and we stick it on.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"I need a cup of tea!" Belle whines.
I was in the process of carrying her to my
bed, so that she could sleep there and I could sleep on the sofa,
but she stopped me with her request for a cup of tea. At 11:15 at
night.
"Belle it's too late!" I say.
"Uh uh." She says, sounding like a five year old.
"And besides," She continues.
"I can't go to bed without a cup of tea. Its a
habit."
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I am
uploading this story so fast because there is a bit in it that I
really want to get to!
Its soo sweet!
Any of you guys from Northern Ireland?
