Love Dove

Who cares? It’s a pony. 

You’re right. I want a pony then.

Has anyone seen Melissa?

I haven’t no. I’m sorry. 

“oi - how long till you reckon this man ‘n cheese’s done?” harry had been settled on a bar stool in the kitchen, a rogue strand of green garland from decorating wrapped around his neck like an obnoxious scarf when he registered muffled footsteps growing louder as someone - currently unknown - approached the kitchen. “it’s been like..” he glanced around the room in search of a clock before spotting an analog on the wall. “..twenty minutes? i’m hungry. might just yank it out and eat it as it is, honestly. not unless there’s pizza delivery? —in a cheesy mood. don’t ask why.”

“Cheesy,” Dove repeated as she crossed the room in long strides toward the large fridge. “Hmm. I suppose I could whip something up for you.” She hadn’t even bothered to look over who it was. With the number of people here, and Dove being fairly new herself, she wasn’t sure who had just arrived and who hadn’t. She preferred to be off in her little world. She reached into the fridge to grab a few packages of cheese and the gallon of milk. Her body turned to set them on the bar across from the other, “If you want me to, that is.”

So, what’s everyone asking Santa for this Christmas?

Would a pony be too predictable?

– & “If we don’t get to experience a winter wonderland in London I’m going to be pissed honestly – which sparks the question, are you a fan or snow or would you rather have a dry winter?”

“Who wouldn’t be a fan of the snow? I think it really ties the whole thing together, don’t you think?”

The sound of an old One Direction song could be heard echoing around their shared kitchen and Zee hummed along, stirring different pots that were simmering away on the stove. This was something he did when he was in a good mood. He cooked. And recently, given everything that had happened with Perrie, he always seemed to be in a good mood. Besides, cooking his mother’s old recipes also reminded him of home. ‘Perfect timing,’ the male spoke when he heard someone else enter, turning to offer them a sauce-covered spoon. ‘Taste this for me?’

It was Christmas time. That meant more baking than typical. It was a good thing Dove had brought her grandmother’s old box filled with recipes, mostly desserts of course. She barged into the kitchen without a care of who was there. Surely they’d want to help, or even better eat it after. “Hi.” She spoke with a smile, setting her old wooden box on the counter, “Sure thing. What is it?” She walked closer to the other and take the spoon from the other and tasted it. “Wow-- it’s lovely.”

Random celeb sighting, please don’t mind me, just letting people know I am alive. If you need me, which I doubt, I will be in the kitchen driiiiiiving something into a whole thing of ice cream. Yeah…

Do you happen to need help? I’m a sucker for ice cream, or any sweets really. 

It’s officially December! Where’s the Mistletoe? 

Perhaps we should start hanging it, right?

ASH: So in just over a week it's my birthday

ASH: And I am one year closer to thirty and flirty, which is kind of scary, do I have to be a grown up now?

DOVE: I don't like that train of thought.

“So is it acceptable for me to start putting up Christmas decorations yet? “

“Of course! I could help you if you wanted!”

I swear, if I don’t get the Scooby Doo theme song out of my head, you all can expect some mysteries popping up around here just so I can solve them all. At least it’s not the Flintstones, though.. No, no, that’s gonna be in my head now as well.. Maybe I don’t want to have a yabba dabba damn day.. This is ridiculous, how do you get shit off your mind? 

I could perhaps help. I feel like I’m always singing and trying to get a song out of my head. I actually never seem to be able to get it out. Hmm-- maybe I’m not the person to be helping you. Let’s be honest, you’re the genius, remember?

MEG: I've had a self awakening moment of realization that maybe I'm in a funk.

MEG: How you may ask? I spent the last forty minutes listening to sad song after sad song and relating to each of them.

MEG: This is my not so subtle way at asking for company and a movie marathon.

DOVE: You know what you should be doing?

DOVE: Listening to Christmas songs.

The holiday season is upon us which means I’m going to be singing a lot of Christmas songs in the shower these next few weeks. Any requests?

Oh dear! I’m all for the Christmas spirit. Mind if I carol along with you?

“Okay no… Now the star is on an angle. Just a little to the left and the tree will be perfect!” 

“I really don’t think I’m tall enough!”

‘Looks good,’ Norman commented, not hesitating to steal the other person’s food right from their plate and take two large bites. What? He couldn’t be bothered to make his own. Christmas was supposed to be the season for sharing and all that bullshit. ‘Mhm, tastes good too. Thanks.’ 

“I mean, I made them for the house,” Dove spoke out to the other. Gingerbread cookies were a specialty of Dove’s. Since the holidays were coming, she figured she’d get into the spirit and do a treat for the other members. “I can make more if you’d like.”

“Did I forget to shut this door, ooppssy daisy.” Margot cooed as she walked towards it, in her underwear. She adored attention and an entrance like this now that was likely to gain plenty, 

The indecency was the last thing Dove was expecting. Of course, she was sure to run into the occasional naked person walking around. She wasn’t expecting it to come from someone she didn’t recognize. “Oh, I’m so sorry.” She shielded her eyes from the other. “I didn’t mean to.”

Kristen was on the other individual’s back, attempting to put a star on one of the trees within the house. “Dude no, oh my god, I’m not that heavy… how the fuck are you losing balance, I’ve nearly got it… come on… don’t you fucking…. FUCK!” she screamed as she felt them both tumble to the ground in an almighty thump. A moment of silence followed, before she burst into a fit of giggles. “For fuck sake, man!”

Dove was tiny. At 5′2, she had no understanding of why Kristen had chosen her for this task. “I’m not very strong.” She called out from under the other. “I’m going to---” Dove tried to announce her fall, however, it didn’t come out quickly enough. “I’m so sorry.” She called out, noticing the other’s laughs. Oh, she wasn’t upset. Good.