Chapter 8: Via

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TORIS POV

"Yes mum...yes mum...YES MUM I GOT IR OK OK OK!! I know...sure love you too...bye mum...yeah-YES OK GOODBYE I LOVE YOU TOO!!" I screamed in the phone as I was in Logan Airport at 3:30am. How my mother is up? Bloody hell knows. So, you wanna hear the story? Here it is.

Im in love with Harry Styles, not Niall Horan. I love my best friend Laney Fitz, and I'm not gonna stop. After i had a coka cola from the bar, that tasted funny, I was in the crowd, walking through on my way to the bathroom, getting squished and squashed in between people. Guys were trying to dance on me, but I would push them off, obviously. I started to feel dizzy and a little out of it and than I was pushed into someone. Then all of a sudden I got so happy and excited, I wanted to kiss someone so bad. I look up and see a blonde boy looking down at me, with an arm around my waist, helping me up so I wouldn't fall. He was about to say something, but I didn't let him. The reason? I still don't know. All I know is that I wasn't myself. I was drugged.

Liam and I still talk, I've explained my story to him and he believes me. He wanted me to come to the house, yet I was invited to the tour. Of course I wanted to talk to everyone, so I said yes. I still don't know if Laney is or will be going on tour with them also, I just have a crazy, mess up feeling she will be...

LANEYS POV

I walked out. Just walked out. Walked out of his room. Walked out on the love of my life. Why? Because the little voice in my head said to. I hate that thing, yet it saves me at times in life. To be honest, I would have taken him back right than and there, on the spot if my voice in my head didn't exist. But I didn't. Because i have a little voice in my head that, I guess, isn't too fond of Mr. Horan.

We sit on the couch, watching Grown Ups, eating and talking.

"Im bored." Lou sighs.

"Ok, go upstairs and entertain yourself than Lou." Zayn says to him.

"Ok. Lanes, come with me won't ya love?" He asks and gets up and grabs my hand.

"Uhhh sure, I guess Lou..." I say and get up.

"Be right back" he tells me. I sit on the bench near the door waiting for him, trolling through Twittahh. I answer some tweets, from my 50K followers, since I did go out with the Irish one once. Notice how I said did?

But, one tweet caught my eye.

"We will be back together some how, some way. Like old times. Xx"

Via, @HappyKilmore

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