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Chapter 24;Memories&Work

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*BEFORE YOU READ THIS, THE CHAPTERS GOT MIXED UP! THIS IS CHAPTER 24, AND CHAPTER 23 CALLED 'MANAGEMENT' IS AFTER THIS, SO READ THAT FIRST, THEN COME BACK TO THIS!*

Before I start I'd just like to say that some people have been saying how oh, "management would never do that" and oh, "your fanfic is unrealistic."

Well sorry this is called a One Direction FanFICTION. not a One Direction fanNONFICTION. So calm all of your tits and get off of my wattpad because I honestly don't give a fuck about your negative opinions. But for all of you who like the fanfic and encourage me to write more, ilysm and stay beautiful!!

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~2 YEARS LATER~

*ALEXIS' P.O.V*

*'*Beep, Beep*'*

"Mmmm" I lazily mumbled, rubbing my eyes tiredly.

My eyes fluttered open as I glanced at my alarm clock.

<8:30AM> it read as it kept beeping.

At least I slept about 30 minutes longer than usual. I usually can't get to sleep till around 4ish and I have to be at work by 9:30 but I set my alarm for 8:30 because you know girls. They take forever to get ready.

I then realized I was just laying here for about 5 minutes, blankly staring at the wall. I tend to do that a lot.

I then jumped up and pressed 'Snooze' so my alarm would just shut up. I switched it off and grabbed the clothes from my dresser that I had set out last night.

I quickly pulled down my sweatpants and replaced them with my usual McDonald's uniform. I walked into the bathroom tiredly. I then grabbed my brush and ripped through my hair painlessly.

I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I don't know why though. It's been the same for two years now. Dark bag and lips that haven't truly smiled in who knows how long.

Why would I have a reason to smile anyways?

Life sucks.

I looked down at my bare feet and slightly sighed, exiting my bathroom, not bothering to apply any makeup. Although I haven't in a couple of years.

I emotionlessly walked down my same quiet hallway. abruptly stopping in front of a certain room. I stared at the door handle as I felt my eyes brim with tears. I forced them back and reached for the door handle, knowing I shouldn't be doing this.

But it's been so long since I've been in here.

Actually it's been only about a couple of weeks.

But it's felt like eternity.

I clutched my hand onto the door knob as tears welled up in my eyes again. But this time i didn't force them back. A couple cold tears rolled down my pale cheeks, stopping at my chin then gliding down my neck.

I counted to 10 in my head then slowly opened the door. A familiar gust of scented air hit me, filling my nose with memories.

It smells just like...

Preston...

I scanned the room with my now blurry eyes. I blinked more tears away as I stood in the doorway, gasping for air. I brought my shaking hands up to my mouth as I glanced around. Nothing was changed. Nothing was moved. His room has been the same... for 2 years.

Memories started flooding into my head, making me squeeze my eyes shut. I tried to make them go away but all I could see was Preston.

First I saw Preston peeking his head out of the castle window in his room, cheekily smiling at me. Then I saw Preston jumping up and down on his bed, swinging his shirt he had taken off around in the air.