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Buttercup, a cow that is blind, was rescued after nineteen years on a dairy farm.
For the first time in nineteen years, she was finally free. She had already met her soulmate the few days she has been here; Maggie, who too, was rescued from a dairy farm a year ago.
Buttercup spends her days giving hugs and smooches to her friends, listening to wind-chimes and enjoying personal massages.
She lays asleep across the grass, dandelions surrounding her as the sun spread its warmth. Buttercup's fur was a medium shade of copper orange and her eyes a beautiful doe brown.
She enjoys the whimsical feeling on the wind gliding across her face. She enjoys the hugs and love from her friend Maggie. 
Buttercup reminds me of Aura, a baby bunny Bernadette has on her land of animals. Though Aura wasn't blind, she has the spirit of Buttercup. 
"Soo.." Kellie drags the 'o' as she awaits for me to answer her previous questions.
"Soo, what?" I turn away from Buttercups dreamy state and towards Kellie's intrigued face.
She nudges my shoulder with a slight smirk on her lips, "how is Mr Handsome?" 
I shake my head at who she is referring to, "Mr Handsome is doing fine."
After our meals were placed on our table at Dizzy's Diner, we got talking while munching on our burger and fries. I decided not to bring up the interaction Harry and the waitress had and to instead enjoy our time together before heading back to Bernadette's.
"Hey Kellie?" I ask as we walk back to the main building. 
"Yeah," She stops in her tracks at the tone of my voice. "what's wrong?"
"How do you and Harry know each other?" I decided to ask. 
Kellie frowned at my question, shifting on her feet confused. "We don't?" her tone was unsure. "Sweetie, he's a famous musician."
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It all started to make sense. The stares he gained from the many strangers of New Zealand, the many times he was asked for a photo or pulled aside. 
I was surprised it took me so long to piece the puzzle together when all the parts were laid out in front of me all along.
Why hadn't Bernadette mentioned anything? 
Why didn't Harry tell me after the many encounters we had? 
The doubtful thoughts were swimming around in my mind as I sat on my yellow printed couch. I wasn't sure why I was suddenly doubting myself, Harry doesn't owe it to me to tell me everything about him, I just wish he didn't lie when I asked on our first picnic outing.
As soon as I returned home, less than an hour ago, I quickly changed into a comfortable set of green knitted shorts, a white shirt that had a small display of trees, a mountain, one singular cabin, and some clouds embroidered in the centre with my blonde curly locks messily pined back with a green clip. 
My fingers typed away across the keyboard of my laptop,
Harry Styles |
The simple search was. My finger hovered above the 'enter' button, hesitating whether or not I wanted to be exposed to a life he clearly wanted to hide from me.