This is Molly..:D

I should walk up behind Harrison more often, it leaves him no chance to compose himself. I know Harrison said that I couldn't come back until he said so, but I can predict how long he's going to take at something, better than I can predict the same for myself!

Anyway, Harrison turned around, and I grinned, "So, where's this super huge, win-Molly-over surprise, then?" We walked over to my room, where he flung open the door.. (This, ladies and gentlemen is why giving your ex-boyfriend a key to your room, is a pretty awesome idea;) ) 

I gasped. My room looks like a unicorn wearing a glittery jumpsuit has just thrown up in it... But in a good way!! I really need to work on my similes to describe situations, don't I? 

From the ceiling, numerous balloons in pastel colours dangled in the air, streamers were placed delicately around the room, and the cushions on my bed were replaced with these huge satin cushions from the wedding. 

My eyes widened. This is why I gave Harrison another chance.. I walked over to the sink. "Do you want a.." 

My scream echoed all along the corridor, and I ran out of the room. Harrison ran over to the sink, where a huge pigeon was sitting. Yes. A pigeon. In a hotel room. It must have got in when the balcony door was open during the day, or something, but, the point is, I'm never leaving the balcony door of any hotel open, ever again. 

I'm scared of pigeons. Even to me, it seems like the dumbest thing on the planet, to have a fear of pigeons, but sadly I do, okay? If it was a stranger I'd never met before, I would have been head over heels in love, seeing as dealing with angry pigeons is not my idea of fun:D 

Hugging Harrison, hard, I grinned, "One more thing, Harry.."
"What's that.." he smiled, rolling his eyes jokingly.
"Can I keep that diary with all the cringe stuff about our relationship?" I didn't wait for an answer, grabbing his diary from the side, and running down the corridor to a bathroom which hasn't been anyway near the presence of pigeons.
"You little.." Harrison yelled after me, running too.

Soon enough, I heard hammering on the door, outside the bathroom. "Aw come on Mol!"
"No way!" I called back, "I have to read this stuff!!"
"Molly?"
"Hmn?" I answered, not looking up from the diary. 
"You now that your diary is on the other side of this bathroom door, right?" Uh oh.. He wouldn't.. 

I hear running footsteps, as Harrison runs back to my room, to get my diary.. I don't know how embarrassing Harrison's is, but I can guarantee that my diary is 50 times more cheesy.."
Frantically, I unlock the door, and run across the corridor, to find Harrison sitting on my bed, with my diary in his hands.

"Aww, Molly, you're diary has so many cute 'I like Harrison' and 'M+H' moments in it!! Can I have this?" I dive onto the bed. No way is he reading any further. 
"Fine you win, I'll give your diary back.. " I said, and then I looked at the page I was on, "But, not until I've finished this entry at least!!"

Several hours later (7:00pm)

Harriet arrived at my room at 7'o clock, to get changed for the Masked Ball that My Aunt was planning.. Personally, I'm really not too fussed on going, but now me and Harrison are cool again, (Still deciding whether we're going out or not) I'm okay about going. 

Somehow I've been lumbered with wearing another dress. (I did think I could get away with only wearing one dress, but apparently not..) This time, it's got a short black top, with a white skirt, covered with pineapples and palm tree leaves.. Probably not what I'm supposed to be wearing to a fake masquerade ball, but still.. Someone's gotta step in for my dad with the whole summer festive Hawaiian theme, right?!

The masks that Harriet and I have been forced to hold, seem to be some sort of health hazard to your eyesight.. Either that, or I have a glitter and sequin allergy. 

When we finally went downstairs, to join Harrison, Brandon and Alex, I had discovered that I couldn't actually see whilst I was wearing that mask. Crashing into a boy, who turned out to be Alex, he grinned and shoved me towards somebody else. "Lover boy's that way." I took off my mask and found my self looking straight into the eyes of Harrison.

Harrison's jaw dropped. "What?" I asked, worried. 
"You." 
"I what?" 
"Look beautiful." As soon as he said it, I could feel my cheeks go fiery red. 
"Thanks," I mumbled. "You look nice too."

Just to clarify, I am officially horrible at taking compliments. Somebody tells me something, and I just stand there awkwardly. Clearly none of my best friends are aware of this, because four people drag me into a taxi, to drive us to where the masquerade is taking place.   

I think I saw more of Majorca, than I've ever seen in my life, and that is seriously saying something because I've been going to Spain since I was two. :D Anyway, the driver took the scenic route, and we drove along with all the windows open, Spanish music playing possibly a tad too loudly..  

When we got out of the car, it would be far more sophisticated, and elegance for a fake masked ball means only one thing: the dread of every evening party.. Small talk. I probably hate small talk, as much as wearing a dress, or cauliflower cheese (Yes, more terrible comparisons) 

The problem is, a distant Uncle Bob, that you barely know, comes up to you, and you are forced to talk about what is stereotyped as one of Britain's favourite topics to discuss- the weather. You chat away to this strange family member who looks like he's had too many glasses of wine, for about half an hour, as they talk at you non-stop. Finally, one of your friends comes to rescue you, and you're dragged away, heaving a sigh of genuine relief. I now have experience with this procedure and am planning to stick with my friends, so that I'm not forced to talk to strangers I've never met.