Seattle

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Molly POV

I slumped down in my seat and put my headphones on, I clicked shuffle on the playlist labeled 'undergrounds'. Too late by 5 seconds of summer started playing. I smiled because I loved that song, but my smile was replaced by silent tears as I listened to the lyrics and thought about what had happened. We arrived at the airport and I boarded and got ready for my two hour flight to Portland.

I woke up from my nightmare once again. It was getting really bad, I don't understand why though.

The plane landed and I got my bags from the luggage carousel, thing. I walked and found the sign I was looking for. I hope this is going to be a good two weeks.

After the first week I had almost forgot about Niall, but every now and then I'd hear one of their songs and it would all come pouring back. Luckily I didn't start crying when it happened. The nightmares were still bad but started to lighten up. I was in a small group that was staying the weekend and the next week. We all decided to spend Saturday in Seattle; two of the camp councilors came with. We went shopping and I was the only girl so we went into the guy shops; it didn't bother me because I'm not a Girly girl. I bought a penny skate board; the deck was white and it glowed in the dark, and the wheels were black. In our free time at camp most people skateboarded, the campers that I became friends with taught me how.

We were walking to the skate park when I noticed a large crowd outside a building.

"Hey, Luke. What's going on over there?" I asked Luke, one of the campers I had befriended.

"Uh I think there's a concert tonight." He responded.

"Huh. Okay then." I said adjusting my beanie.

After skating for fifteen minutes I had to use the little girls room. As I walked out I saw the group leaving and heading towards the parking lot where we parked. I started running to catch up with them, but there was a group of guys in front of me.

"Pardon me, excuse me." I said as I got behind them, none of them moved or even looked at me.

"MOVE!" I shouted pushing between two of the boys.

"Whoa!" They said in surprise.

"Sorry, if you would had moved the first-" I stopped as soon as I turned around and saw who I pushed through. Harry, Louis, Zayn, and Liam Looked at me and smiled as they recognized me. Niall's face dropped. Sadly I didn't smile back to any of them; I turned ran and hopped onto my skateboard. I rode to the van as fast a I could. Luke was holding the door open for me and I climbed in and sat in my spot.

"What's the problem are you scared of us or something?" Harry texted me.

Me: no

Harry: then what was that about?

Me: uh...

Harry: uh... What?

Me: it's none of your business.

Harry: I'm making it my business.

Me: well your fired.

Harry: I see how it is.

Me: Good.

*End of conversation*

Niall: ... Hey

*one minute later*

Niall: I need to talk to you.

I didn't respond; I couldn't respond. I pulled my knees up to my chest, and then buried my head in them. I tried to keep my breathing at a normal pace. The van stopped, probably so we could go eat, but I didn't move.

"Hey, molls. We're going to eat. You coming?" Luke asked. I didn't move or respond.

"I'll take that as a no." He said. "come on guys lets go eat, she's sleeping."

My phone buzzed again. I slowly picked it up and looked at my message.

Niall: I know you probably don't want to talk to me... But I really need to talk to you.

I still didn't respond. One tear fell down my cheek and I started to cry. I'm not sure why; maybe it was out of anger, joy, or fear of what was going to happen.

*BUZZ* another message; I held my breath as I opened it.

Niall: but I saved a ticket for you if you decide you do want to talk.

everyone finished and started coming to the van. I got out, and talked to my instructor; I told him about the concert.

"I understand. I guess you can go." He said to me giving me a hug. "Be safe! I'll pick you out at the main entrance."

"Okay, I will be. See you later guys!" I said before I got on my skate and rode it back the direction we came.

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