REMINDER: Don't forget to smile today beautiful!
this chapter is dedicated to Naughty_And_Spice because of her fabulous interview w/ me :-) check it outtttt
The last song was: NOTHING LIKE US by Justin Bieber :-)
It's perfect, the whole acoustic album is amazing okay. By the way, if anyone knows any good justin bieber fan fictions on here can you send me the link? Because whenever i go on the fanfiction, it's literally ALL one direction :p that's not a bad thing, i just feel like reading bieber fan fics.
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Recap:
"LOUIS, HELP!" I shrieked. My eyes had never felt so sore in my entire life, and there were now no longer anymore tears to shed.
Louis only looked back at me, standing still with hurt filled in his eyes. I just shook my head at him, betrayful fulfilling my entire body and soul from my head to my toe.
Why, why is this happening to me?
They threw me onto the gurney, attaching the velcro to the other end, forcing me to remain still. Before I could say anything else, I was driven inside the ambulence, and laid still inside the vehicle. For some reason, Louis began to run towards me.
"Harry-" Louis began.
"Look what you did to me, I just wanted to be alone right now? Couldn't you have given me that?!" I shouted, my forehead burning from anger.
"I was worried about you- we all were!" He explained.
"I don't need to hear what you have to say Louis, besides, they'll probably lock me up in a mental hospital forever anyways! So thanks for that," I whimpered, my voice dropping lower as each word went out of my mouth.
A few police men appeared on each side and grabbed the door handles.
"And I hope you enjoy the rest of your birthday, pal."
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"What hurts the most
Was being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away
And never knowing
What could have been"
-Rascal Flatts, What Hurts the Most
Niall's POV
"Excuse me, can I see Harry Styles?" I asked, leaning on the front desk.
"I'm sorry sir, Mister Styles is not open for visitors." The receptionist answered, not giving me a second look.
I frowned. "But he's been in here for a week, everyone wants to see him."
"Well then that must suck for you," She said, continuing to type whatever on her laptop. "I'm not in charge of this place sir, there's nothing I can do."
I reached into the back of my pocket, slying taking out my leather wallet. I took out a hundred dollar bill, and dropped it beside her computer. The receptionist's eyes landed on the bill, her eyes widening.
"You can have it," I said, and quickly grabbed it before she took ahold of it. "Not so fast."
The lady hesitated to move, but not long later she gave in. She let out a loud sigh before opening one of the drawers and handing me a rusty silver key. "Fine, just don't tell anyone."
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