Little Horan (UNDER EXTREME EDITING)

Little Horan*~ Mysterious Girl & Confession

Little Horan*~

Mysterious Girl & Confession

*Abigails POV*

I changed into my plain white flowy tanktop cream colored mid thigh jeans, black cardigan and black converse. I went downstairs to see the guys already dressed and no greyson can be seen, "hey guys, where's greyson?" I asked, "greyson already left about 3:00 am for his concert in LA" liam answered. "oh" was all I can say. we went inside the car and drove of to the carnival.

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The day went by preety fast. I was soo 'out of place' in short OP, well how can i not be OP when I'm the only one without a pair! dad went to who knows where cause he said he had 'important business' to attend to, yea right! important business my ass! .After playing A shit LOT of rides, and when i mean A LOT as in almost all the rides in the carnival we went to nandos for lunch and ordered our meal, the waiter placed our orders on the table and walked away. I feel like someone is staring at me I looked up and glanced at everybody but then my eyes landed on taylor swift I could have sworn that she kept glaring at me and giving me the 'LOOK', what did I do to her? "Umm guys can I talk to abi alone?" she suddenly asked, oh god now I'm scared! what'd she want? "Umm.. Ok." harry said suspiciously, taylor pointed to the loo and I shakily went there with her.

When we entered the loo I was about to say 'whats up' but she cut me off. "Don't you dare play nice to me bitch. Your just using the boys for money and fame! your just their charity case." she hissed. "What?" I snapped. "Sweety. Your just a publicity stunt, soo shut the fuck up." she said in a sickly sweet voice, "oh how I wish I could punch you." I taught to myself. "Well FWI, how would you even know? Try asking the lads if I'm a publicity stunt. Try saying to harry I'm a worthless bitch. I didn't do anything to you taylor and your lucky I can't punch u cause were in a restaurant." I said and walked out the loo. I went back to our table and smiled to the lads and their girlfriends like nothing happened, I sat on my chair and resumed eating quietly but then taylor *coughs* whore *coughs* swift came stomping back and pulling me up by my hair and slapped me. "Shuttup you worthless bitch! no one will love you! that's why your parents left you." she snapped. Oh no she didn't. I elbowed her shoulder hard enough to make her let go which she did. I looked at the lads and saw their shocked faces while their girlfriends look at me and taylor frightened. "Taylor. Get the fuck out.were done." harry stood up and hissed. Yay! hazza is gonna save the day! wohooo! *mental happy dance* "soo now your breaking up with me!? ugh! its because of this fucking bitch you broke up with ME!! ME! I am taylor swift! no one can break up with me" she snapped looking at me and harry. yeah give me a glare you hoe. " well FWI, we don't give a shit if your taylor swift and harry can break up with anyone. you have no right to say that" louis said sassily."and no. I wanted to break up with you long time. and I wanted to find a reason how!" harry snapped at her, ohh this is good. "watever!" she yelled walking out, once she was out of sight I turned to harry and squealed while hugging him tight "oh god. harry thank you soo much for defending me!!" "its ok. and your welcome" he hugged back.

Time went fast and its already 9. We went back to the lads flat, I went upstairs and didn't even bother to change, I kicked of my shoes lazily and crawled under the covers and fell asleep.

~NEXT DAY~

*Nialls POV*

I woke up early and quickly took a shower. I changed into a blue polo shirt, tan khakis and my white supras. I gelled my hair up as always and went downstairs. Your probably wondering what I'm doing up soo early, well I'm going on a date with the most amazing girl in the world for the 3rd time in a row and none of my friends and family even know, I am soo dead! abi will kill me!

I entered the kitchen and made pancakes for breakfast, after cooking I ate and took a pen and paper and wrote down a short letter

Dear lads and lass',