midnight train (one direction fanfic)

Chapter three

Wow! i can't believe the world is right infront of me. i walked further from the window into the front yard. Yay Avery! I walked down the sidewalk taking one last glance at my house. ha ha sucekers! Avery, is out peace! i kept walking down the streats untnil i felt tired. I walked up to the side of a building and slid down the side of it landing on my bum.

I started to grow boared after a while so i started singing.

"White lips pale face

breathing in the snowflakes,

burnt lungs,soure taste.

Lights gone, day's end struggling to pay rent.

Long nights, strange men"

I started singing, not noticing the few people gathering around me.

"And they say

she's in the class A team

stuck in her daydream

been this way since eighteen

but lately her face seems

slowly sinking,wasting

Crumbling like pasteries

and they scream

the worst things in life come free to us

'cause we're just under the upper hand

and go mad for a couple grams

and she don't want to g outside tonight

and in a pipe she flies to the motherland

or sells love to another man

It's too cold outside

for angels to fly

angels to fly,"

The small crowd appluaded and some handing me money. I smiled. I thanked them then all of them, but one left.

"Wow! You have a really good voice," The miystery boy said. I smiled again. "My name is Niall," He said sticking his hand out. I shook his hand and he asked "You are?" Shit. The only time I talk is when i sing. I grabbed my throuhgt in an effort to show Niall i don't talk.

"You can't talk?" He asked. Close enough. I nodded. He under stood. He took out his phone typed in the pass code (he he i memorised it) he opened an app and handed me the phone. He handed me the phone and it was open to a notes app. Perfect! I typed:

Hi I'm avery:) If your wondering the only time i talk is when i sing just to clear that up. I'm 18 years old, i live with- wait scracht that i used to live with my Mom, brother, and step-father.


I handed him my phone back and he read it. "What do you mean 'used to'," He asked. i took the phone back and typed:

Well, my step-father, well i call him father but anyway he is....... I started to feel tears well up in my eyes. I wiped them away. I thought i shouldnt make him sad so I simply typed. he is alcoholic. He read it and nodded. Next he did something i would never have thought he would. He hugged me. I smiled, and he pulled away.

I'm gonna do authors notes like this!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IT WILL GET BETTER, DONT WORRY YOUR PRETTY LITTLE HEADS

bye bye bye bye bye bye

THIS IS THE FINAL GOOD BYE OF THIS NOTE!!
Annie-