He just holds me close, and at the same time, we both mumble, "cutie..."
I feel my cheeks heat up at this. I tilt my up to look at his face and I see that his cheeks are flushed a light shade of pink. It's suddenly awkward and I can feel the shy tension in air, so I decide to break the silence. "What, you've never been called cute before?" I say, chuckling nervously. I can tell he gets really nervous when I say this because I feel him tense up, A LOT. "W-well, yeah. Fangirls do it all the time, but..." He can't even find words to finish sentence. "...but I AM a fangirl." I say, hiding my confusion.
What is he trying to say? I'm just another fangirl they saved, aren't I? I mean, how could I be more? I snuck into his dressing room to steal his food, I'm wearing his clothes, I slept in his bed, I'm eating his food....but they took me in, like family. They're giving my food, shelter, clothes, love, and treating me so well. Am I more than a fangirl to them? Why did they take me? What am I to them?...
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FanfictionHailey Adkins is a fourteen year old girl wandering the streets of Indiana. Something terrible happens to her mother and brothers and she has no place to go. After spending alot of time on the streets she wanders into the 5SOS dressing room. What wi...