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arrynns POV 

we just got out of the meeting consisting of 

''paul arrynn need help, arrynns got herslef into trouble'' louis speaks up 

''well what happend?'' paul questions

''arrynn was being dumb and got herslef invovled with a dickhead'' lousi spits and motions towards me, i cringe at the choice of words hes using, i thouhgt he wanted to date me? hes stating off to a great start not the sarcasm 

''well we can get some secruity on her'' paul bussiness likes talks 

''what about me?! forget her hes comming after me too!!'' louis yells standing up 

i couldnt help but let tears at the harsh words that left louis's mouth 

''nice to know cookie cutter pop-star cares about someone other than himself!!'' i yell at louis running out the room 

''arrynn wait!!!'' louis calls after me 

i ignore him and jumo into my car, jar of hearts came blaring through the speakers, i sing along as tears pour out of my eyes.

i need someone to talk to but lacey doesnt get it, shes never been in love or had a boyfriend, she was there with my last break up but she didnt understande the pain. 

i decided on going to my friend from high school, cassandra, shes one of my good friends and would understand

laceys POV 

''LACEY!!!'' i hear a irish accent run through my ears 

''what'' i slighly raise my voice comming down the stairs 

''uhhh can we get some help?'' niall innocently asks 

i turn the corner looking in the kitchen seeing niall with flour ALL over him and zayn standing beside him with mild and eggs all over himself 

''what the?'' leaves my mouth as i stare at them in dis-belief 

''uhhh we were gonna make cupcakes for my birthday in a couple days but lets say a couple things slipped our grasps'' niall leaves a cheecky smile on his face 

''o-okay?'' i turn on my heels and walks away 

''wait we need your help cleaning up!!'' zayn yells at me 

''whyyyyy??'' i groan at him

''well i dont but niall needs help with the flours cause water and flour makes glue''  zayn retorts over to niall 

''no i dont need to help cause its not my issue'' i turn on my heels until i feel something hit my back, i turn around to have powder hit my face covering me in flour 

''well now its your issue'' niall coos at me

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