Summer...Tragedy? ~One Direction Fan Fiction~ *In Editing*

Chapter Twelve: Make This Right

Amanda's POV:

I jumped up from my spot on my bed.

Wait, this is the floor of the bathroom. Why? the events of last night filled my mind. Niall lying to me about his reason for breaking up with me. Me crying in this bathroom. The knife. The cut. I picked up my hand and examined my wrist. There was no scar. I examined my other wrist. There was no scar. I raised an eyebrow.

Was it a dream? i got up off the floor and went to the sink. No blood. No knife. I looked at my wrists again, still no scar. I looked back at the sink. Still no blood, bloody knife or a knife.

Maybe i was just tricking myself? No. Wait! It was just a dream. I would never self harm because of Niall- my thoughts were cut short by me crumpling to the ground crying because of the though of Niall.

I can't love him. He lied to me. He lied to me. Niall James Horan lied to me! i thought to myself. I buried my head in my hands and rested my elbows on my knees which i was currently sitting on.

"Ok stop overreacting." i said to myself. I slowly got up and washed my face. I grabbed the hand towel and patted under my eyes and my face. After my face was dried i ran out of the bathroom and into my room to get changed, brush my hair, get my passport, and pack.

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"I would like to check out of my room." i said to the receptionist.

"Ok can i have your room key?"

i handed her my room key.

"There is two people in there still, do they have to leave?"

"No. I don't think so."

"Alright thanks." i waved and grabbed my suitcase.

I was about five feet away from the airport.

"so close." i whispered. I glanced across the street and saw a guy, looking at me. He had sunglasses on and blonde hair. He reminded me of Niall. I turned my attention back to were i was walking, but i kept feeling his stare burn through me. I suddenly felt uncomfortable. If i was in a seat, i would shift uncomfortably.

i walked up to the tickets.

"When is the next flight to America in New England and how much does it cost?"

"There is one leaving in twenty minutes to Massachusetts and a coach cost about one hundred pounds." (A/N: I'm not sure how much 100 pounds is in American terms but, oh well)

i searched through my purse. i pulled out one hundred ponds with one hundred pounds left to turn back into American money.

"Can i have one ticket to Massachusetts please?" i asked her. She handed me the ticket and then i left.

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I opened the door, a warm summer breeze hitting my face. I walked down the street trying to find a police. When i found the station, i walked in.

"Hello how may i help you?" a man asked.

"I need the bus schedules because i need to get back to Connecticut and i didn't know anyone else to show me. He nodded his head.

"The first bus stop you see if you turn right brings people out of state. Just tell the driver where to and then you'll be good."

"Thank you." i said and left. I first went to change my pounds into dollars and then went back to the police station and turned right. I sat on the bench by the sign that says, 'Bus Stop'

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The sun was high in the sky by the time we crossed the border. I took out my phone and my screensaver popped up, Niall. I stared at my phone.