My bags packed, my hair done and my clothes on. Ah. Some relief.
I load myself onto the tour bus, sitting down on mine and Louis' bed that we have to share for a whole 8 months. Fuck. My. life.
I know, I know. You're thinking how rude I'm being, and I think I'm overreacting a bit. I love Louis, I don't know why I'm saying I don't. Although I do feel like something is missing.
I'm worried. I've got this feeling in my stomach but I just can't gather what it is in my head.
Niall.
I have to avoid him for a whole 8 months. Urghhhhh.
Anyway, I absolutely can't wait to hear the new album that the boys wrote. Louis wrote one song, and I really hope it's about me, because he always writes me poems so I know it will be great.
"Babe, make me a sandwich before we leave? hurry!" Louis says bursting through the door.
"No! I've had enough!" I yell.
"Ple-"
"No, Louis! I'm going to take a nap while you make your own sandwich!"
*****
The bus has been driving for almost 12 hours and I haven't left my room. Every time someone comes in I pretend to be asleep, so I don't have to socialise. Or anything to do with Niall. I don't even want to look at him. I've avoided him for like 4 years and I'm not going to stop now.
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Forgotten- a Niall Horan fanfiction
FanfictionBrooke goes half-way around the world, escaping her cougar of a mother with her best friend, Abby. When she gets to summer camp, she makes friends, loses friends, and finds love along the way. But what will happen when the man of her dreams leaves h...
