Chapter 27: harry

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*two days later*
Alicia's POV
I woke up remembering that the guys leave tomorrow and I check my phone yet none of them had been searching for me. I throw on a the 1975 t shirt with black ripped skinny jeans I walk over to the lake and look at my reflection and gag " Ew how am I still fat if I haven't eaten in 3 two days" I mutter to my self I cry letting a tear drop fall into the lake.

I pull out my phone to see that my brother had a concert today with one direction like 3 miles away from here. I close my phone and grab a rock letting it hop across the lake.

I notice another person on the other side of the lake and wipe my eyes and the person walks towards me "hello mate are you alright" he says softly " yea just trouble in paradise" I say the boy had brown curly hair and was wearing a black lose v neck with black ripped skinny jeans " anything I can help with" he says with a smile I smile back " no just don't tell anyone you saw me here that would be great" I say looking in the water

"why so" he says " I ran away from my brother and he's probably not looking for me but just in case" I say looking into his eyes they were nice like a dirty blue and it was calming. " where are you living" he asks " right there" I say pointing I've to the bed I had made.

He gives me a concerned look. "By any chance, do you know Michael Clifford?" How did he know my brother? "Yes um he's my brother" he looks at me smiling. "You guys look alike." I gag. "It's a compliment don't worry. Your beautiful" I felt my self start to blush as he said that with his Australian accent. "Thanks" I say smiling. " speaking of the devil. There he is" Harry says pointing to a Michael running towards us. I sigh as he gets closer. " Alicia what in the living hell is wrong with you" Michael says angrily. "I'll be going back to your house see us" Harry says leaving because of michaels tone in voice. Harry runs off and it's me and michael standing there. "No words to explain how mad I am lets go now." He grabs my wrist and I wince in pain. He seemed to not care because he didn't let go. We walked back to the house. When we got inside Molly was gone. Thank gosh. But everyone was looking at me.

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