Kozac’s POV
I watched Erica spin around in front of the mirror in a beautiful soft pink dress. I looked at my reflection at my tux. “Everyone’s UnWanted aren’t they?” I asked.
“What do you mean?” Erica asked.
“No one cared when I left, no one called the cops, no one flinched, I went with the one person who would. Who would look for me though? I’m an ex gang member who had two best friends, with one of them killing themselves and the other running away. Hell even I don’t care!” I laughed.
“I’m the second best of two daughters with a mom that ditched us when I was three. She didn’t care about us, I may have half siblings I don’t even know about.” She breathed. “I decided not to care about it, it’s not worth my time-”
“Exactly!” I cheered. “You have the right idea!” She looked at me a bit confused. “Everyone has the right, the need to be selfish. Because if you don’t care about yourself who will? You’re the only one who's there when you cry yourself to sleep at night, you’re the only one who knows what you go through, no problem is worse than someone elses. You can only see through your own eyes. So fuck guys if they want you to be a size 0, if you like cheese burgers than eat the fucking cheeseburger! If it makes you happy fucking do it, because you don’t know about the future until it’s the present. When you’re dead, if God does exist, you aren’t going to be fully sure until you’re high fiving him up in heaven. But if you live your whole life in fear of him not letting you come up, you’ll miss out on things you want to do, and then if he actually doesn’t exist you’ve just skipped out on living YOUR life. It’s not HIS it’s YOURS.”
“So you’re saying I should become a four hundred pound dancer?” She asked confused.
“Why the hell not? We’re all going to die anyway!” I laughed.
“Damn now you’ve got me wanting a cheeseburger.” She smiled.
“Let’s go Erica.” I smiled. “Let’s find our cheesey happiness.”
Harry’s POV
“You want to change your wedding song?” I asked.
“Yes.” Debbie nodded. “The one I walk down the aisle to.”
“To what?” Dad asked.
“Wanted, by Hunter Hayes.” She smiled, dad, Gemma, and I looked at each other.
“I think it’s perfect mom.” Harper smiled.
“Babcia przyjechał! Gdzie są moje wnuki? Gdzie jest moja córka? Gdzie jest Skylar Ann?” The Strange lady at the door says in some foreign language.
“Shit we forgot to tell Grandma Skylar’s missing!” John breathed. The lady dropped her suitcases in the doorway and ran to hug Debbie and the kids.
“Where is Skylar, it is not ladylike to not greet your guests, especially your Grandma at the door.” She tisked at Debbie.
“She’s out of town right now but she’ll be in town for the wedding.” Debbie answered. John mouthed I hope afterwords.
“Oh, I have something for her. It was her Grandpa’s.”
“What’d she say before?”
“Grandma has arrived! Where are my grandchildren? Where is my daughter? Where is Skylar ?” He whispered.
“It’s going to be so weird being part of a family that speaks polish.” I mumbled to myself.
Tom’s POV
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Unwanted // one direction fanfic
Fanfiction“What the hell are you doing?” I spat at Zayn. He just pulled away from her to look at me. “Get your hands away from my sister.” “Harry I’m so sorry-” “Oh really I’m your sister now?” She spat getting up and marching right up to me. “Why th...
