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Chapter 9

It's been a week since I've seen the boys and since I got permission from my sister to spend the summer with them in New York. That same day Mayra met up with them, discussed some things with Paul and some other old men and got the paper work that was meant for my parents. She easily got my mother to sign the papers not even an hour after she left the meeting thing and not surprisingly, my mom couldn't have cared less about the purpose of the papers since they were about me. At the time it didn't really bother me at all but now that I think about it, it hurts so much to think that she would let me go across the country without even a second thought or care. How could she not care about her own daughter? I told Niall about these exact thoughts and he tried to comfort me as best he could considering he had half an hour before he left. I have no idea how and why I was so easily comforted by Niall simply by having his presence around, it's strange really. And as much as I hate to admit it, I do miss him, miss them. They're all just so full of life, exhausted from all the traveling and having concerts every night, but still so full of life. And in a way I guess their energy rubs off on me, it probably rubs off on everyone that spends time with them.

Today is the day that I have my flight,  Mayra and Mel left on Wednesday, the day school was out and since my family and everyone else, even Eve, think I left with them, I've been hiding out at their house. Its been awkward having to hide in my room and sometimes even a random closet when my mother comes over to feed the cats and clean their litter boxes, I could do it but the whole point in her coming over was that I wasn't supposed to be here. I honestly have no idea how I've gotten away with this since I've never really had luck be on my side. I don't know why I didn't tell Eve about the whole thing either, as far as she knows, I haven't had contact with any of the boys since we met them, which obviously is the biggest lie ever considering I'm seeing them tomorrow. The most contact she thinks I've had with Louis is when she practically forced me to text him her twitter username, which resulted in Louis texting me back telling me he was scared of her, I couldn't blame him, I would be scared too. But regardless of him being afraid, he still followed her and in turn, Eve got her 1/5 including a follow from Liam and Zayn since I guess they hit it off pretty well, either that or they just didn't see a problem in following a fan. I love her so much but the fact that she was quick on bragging about the fact that she met them and she got three of them to follow her made me uneasy, maybe that's why I refused to tell her about the whole thing to be honest. I hate getting attention, absolutely hate it. I obviously know that I won't exactly be in the shadows this summer like I had hoped but at least I'll enjoy myself, not like those last two days at school when everyone was asking me about them. Eve and I seem to be taking different directions for the remainder of our teenage years. She's more into partying and making a reputation for herself while I'm more focused on school, I mean I'm not a total prude, I like to have fun, or at least I used to but now I'm more into shaping my future. I honestly have no idea how we're gonna make our friendship work despite our differences and I don't really know if I wanna make it work.

I jumped as I heard a rather loud knock coming from the front door, it must be the driver taking me to the airport. I looked down at my bags and with a sigh grabbed my phone and walked over to the door. The man held a kind smile as he greeted me and motioned towards my bags, silently asking if he could carry them out to which I smiled and nodded. We walked out and the drive to the airport was silent for the most part, aside from small talk about the hot weather and of course the boys.

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Around six hours later, I was standing outside of JFK looking for the car that was supposed to take me to the house that the boys would meet me at tomorrow.

"Are you Natalie? Um, Ms. Natalie I mean?" A man who looked rather young asked and I nodded shyly, this guy couldn't be any older than the boys, and he was actually cute. "Oh good, I've been looking for you, I'm Ryan, I'll be escorting you to the house."