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                         FALLON THOMPSON

Sometimes, not everything you want will be yours.
Sometimes, the dreams you dream won't become reality.
Sometimes, you feel hurt but you have to let it be in order to see others happy and sometimes you win and sometimes you learn.
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August 13

Leaving my dad behind was hard but I needed to leave. New York was filled with people but I felt so alone. Dad was never home and when he was, he was either in his office or in a bad mood that would always end up to us fighting then ignoring each other.

When I got into my last year of high school I started working 2 jobs and saving up money. As soon as I graduated I got a call from my grandma and she told me what was happening with grandpa. I told her I'd come visit and help her take care of him. Little did she know I'm moving back.

Dad doesn't know I'm gone, I left right after he went to work. I'm sure I'll get a concerned phone call asking me to come home.

After I got off the plane I called my grandma asking her where she was, she said she would pick me up when I arrived. She tells me her friends grandson is coming to pick me up. Great.

I've been sitting outside the airport on a bench waiting for said grandson for about 30 minutes, how would I be able to know what he looks like? Gran didn't even tell me his hair colour.

I take my phone out of my pocket to call her again but this time for more information on the boy who's picking me up, just as I'm about to hit call I hear my name being called.

"Fallon!" I hear a make voice shout

I look over in the direction of where the voice is coming from and see a dark haired boy walking towards me

"Zayn?!" I yell shocked

I get up and walk towards him

"Long time no see babe" he says with a smile. once he's in reach I wrap my arms around his neck and his go around my waist squeezing me against him

I release my grip and lean back so I could look at him

"What are you doing here?" I ask excitedly, I don't really care why he's at the airport I'm just so happy he's here.

"I'm here to pick you up, I would have been here earlier but you already landed before I found out you were even coming" he smiles

"Aw how sweet are you" I wrap my arms back around him "I'm so glad it's you and not some stranger"

"Glad you're back" he mumbles "let's get going shall we?" He says letting go of my waist

"Yea, I'm ready to get out of here." I grab my suit case and Zayn grabs my duffel bag then leads us to his car. It's a 1967 black Chevrolet Camaro convertible.

"Damn Zayn." I say in awe

He looks at me dumbfounded. "What? The car?" I nodded " it's a friend of mine's car"  he clarifies

He puts my stuff in the trunk then opens my door, I slide into the neat car, he shuts the door and goes to the drivers side.

We drive out of the parking lot, heading onto the highway.

A few minutes go by and I realize nobody has said anything in a while, so I decide to make small talk.

"So how come you're here picking me up?"I speak up

He takes one hand of the wheel and leans his arm on the middle console, then looks at me.

"Well I do a lot of house work for your nan, few days ago I walked into her house to let her know that I was there and she was on the phone with you." He puts his eyes back on the road but he's still leaning on the console. "After she got of the phone with you she was stressed about having to leave your grandpa to pick you up and I felt bad so I just offered to instead."

"Oh so this is a pity pickup?" I ask jokingly

He shakes his head

"No it's a chance for me to see you before everyone else" he says with a small smile on his lips

"Do you still talk to Niall?" I find myself asking. He then puts his other hand back on the steering wheel and clears his throat

"Um yea we actually live together. me, him and a few other lads." He says awkwardly

"Well that's good you guys are still friends, I still remember how upset he was the day I left. Sure he got over it a few days later" I look down at my hands that are sitting in my lap

"He was actually pretty upset for a few months and he still talks about you to this day." He explains " I'm sure he will be happy to see you again"

I smile at that.

Leaving them was the most heartbreaking thing that's ever happened to me, I grew up with them, we did everything together then all of a sudden I had to leave, it was so rushed I didn't even get to have a proper goodbye.

Silence runs through the car again

Zayn reaches over and turns up the radio. The good life by Three Days Grace starts playing through the speakers.

Zayn exits off of the highway, I start to recognize where we are. I see the dirt road that leads to the huge field where there was always