-Weird fruit and vegetable allergy
-Rocky road ice cream/Sweet Emporium
-Surf liner up to LA for meetings
-Manager coming tonight
-Mates with Niall from school days
-Lyrics in black notebook
-Tristram´s real name is Doug/Alfie is Aussie
-Always losing phone
-Mum told him he´d lose his head if not attached to his neck
-Always wanted a dog, Was planning on naming it Dodger
-Favorite TV show growing up: Thunderbirds
-Thinks George Harrison is the most underrated Beatle
-Thinks Harry Styles is the most overrated former One Direction-er
-If he could travel anywhere, it would be Alaska
-Discovered the truth about Santa too young and then had to keep the secret from Jack and his parents
-Really misses home sometimes
-Wants to write the perfect song-isn´t really even sure what that means. Will know it when he hears it
-Thinks Force Awakens is the best Star Wars movie (he is incorrect about this; it is obviously Last Jedi)
-If he could have a superpower, it would be a tie between flying and invisibility (he later amended this to invisible flying; was unmoved when I told him you can´t combine two superpowers)
In addition to all the facts on the Freddie list—all these details and opinions and memories—there were things I wasn’t writing down.
Like the way he looked when he took his first bite of ice cream, surprised and delighted. The way he always held the door for me, the way he was always so concerned about my dress after he spilled the Irn-Bru. There was the sound of his laugh and the way he pronouncedbrilliantand the way his eyes crinkled at the corners when he really smiled. There was the way he made me feel like I had his full attention, even though he was on the cusp of a very big night and walking around and eating ice cream with a stranger probably hadn’t been in his plans. There was justFreddie—so good and so kind. And with every one of these walks we had, I could feel myself falling for him just a little bit more.
I knew it couldn’t lead anywhere—that there was no such thing as a future with someone who can’t remember that they’ve met you. But I was having so much fun just getting to be with him for an hour or so each night, that I couldn’t quite bring myself to ?stop it.
Not yet, anyway.
So?” Freddie asked, looking over at my cup. For the first time, I’d tried his rocky road. It wasn’t my favorite ice-cream flavor, but Freddie was always so enthusiastic about it, I’d thought that the time had come to finally give it a shot.
I took a bite and considered it, then gave him a smile. “Not bad.”
“Are you kidding?” he asked, his voice jokingly indignant. “It’s marvelous. It’s not as good as the Sweet Emporium in Croydon, of course.”
“What is?”
He grinned. “Well, exactly. But this isexcellentrocky road.”
“It is good,” I conceded as I took another bite. And it was—it just wasn’t as good as a lot of the other flavors at the parlor, all of which I’d now sampled. But I didn’t know how to tell Freddie that without freaking him out.
He grinned at me. “Told you.”
