Molly's POV
I nervously glanced at the wooden door before knocking gently.
"Who the fu- MOLLY!" he said in surprise as he stared at me, and I couldn't help but notice his slight British accent he's developed over the years. I blushed as he examined me thoroughly from head to toe, practically stripping me with his eyes and I hated that feeling. Then he let out a chuckle and I blushed even more, if that was possible, thinking that something was wrong with me. "You've changed so much!" This was taking too long, Oli could pull up any second and easily see me.
"Hey, ummm, can I come in?" I asked shyly.
"OH! Yea, of course! Sorry for not asking earlier," he said while stepping side to let me in. Before he closed the door I caught a glimpse of a taxi stopping in front of the house.
"SHIT!" I thought. "Hey Dennis, you got a bathroom?" I asked trying to stay as calm as possible. He nodded
"Straight upstairs, first door on your left" and with that I bolted up the stair and just as I closed the door there was a knock at the front.
Oliver's POV
She was here. She had to be. As Dennis I immediately asked if he had seen Molly.
"Oh yea! She's upstairs in the bathroom!" he said pointing upstairs. I smirked as I walked to the door. I knocked quietly then whispered through the door
"Found you," and I heard her take a deep breath before opening the door. Instead of her easily just letting me take her home like I'd expected, she rammed her shoulder into my stomach with enough force to knock me over. She sprinted down the stair and down the street. "DAMN IT!" I shouted, forgetting about Dennis who was looking at me with shock. "Long story, but I need your help getting her back" I said and he just nodded before helping me up.
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FanfictionMolly had a good life. Reliable friends, a caring boyfriend, and a happy family. Then she turned 12 and everything changed. Her sleeves got longer, and she got quieter. By the time he was 16, she had run away to the UK and had been staying in differ...