(I might use this song again.)
Harry got a call saying that he needed to start packing since they were going on another tour very soon. Of course since they found out our mom passed they let me go with him. I got all my things packed and brought them out when a black car pulled up to his house. I love staying with Harry. Were were having our 1st year anniversary on monday. We were going to Paris. They would let us have a break for it. They had just released their 4th album FOUR. When I got on everyone seemed sad. "What's wrong?" I asked. "I'm leaving the band." Zayn spoke up. I gasped. "W-what?" I asked. Zayn got up and pulled me into a hug. I realized how small he was. So thin. "I'm sorry Zayn." I told him. "It's going to be alright." He told me.
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I hate, hate, absolutely loathe myself for this.-G.R.
