The worst part is that even though we haven’t spoken in months, even though she habitually ignored my texts so much that I just stopped trying, even though I know, deep down, that she doesn’t care about me anymore and that she probably has all new friends up in fucking Seattle…I still miss her. If she came back tomorrow and said “Hey Chloe, want to dress up like pirates and be stupid together?”, I would take her back in a heartbeat.
the most relatable lesbian mood ever is when chloe price’s gf flashed her big doe eyes and said “please? for me?” and the very next second chloe is dressed in the stupid ass bird costume for her, her gf whom she would die for
“Chloe? Chloe, where are you, we have to go–” I walked in the bathroom to find Chloe sitting on the counter, Harry behind her with her hair in his fingers and an elastic in his mouth. “So you didn’t like how I did your hair, huh?” I smirked.
“Daddy braids better, mum, we didn’t want to hurt your feelings.”
I laughed as Harry secured a braid in her hair, “You didn’t hurt my feelings, sweetie.”
“Alright,” Harry lifted Chloe down from the counter, “You’re ready for the red carpet, princess. Show me your walk and pose.“
Chloe walked a few steps, hand on hips as Harry narrated, "Walk, walk, walk, pose.” Chloe smiled at the hypothetical cameras. “Walk, walk, walk, pose.” Chloe blew a kiss to the camera. “Perfect! They’re gonna love you.”