Bri's POV:
I left my mom all sad because I was sad.
"Hello"
"Hi Bri this is Ashlyn"
"Ashy washy!!!!!! How are you? Has it been a whole year?"
"Hold on there chatty Cassy! I'm fine and ya its been a year!"
" ever since you moved in with your dad it hasn't been the same around here!"
"I know!! ( in the back round) let's eat! Ok well I have to go see you soon can't wait!! Love you"
"Bye love ya too!"
It felt nice to talk to Ashlyn my bestie!!! She moved in with her dad about a year and a half ago then her and her dad moved to London. It was the saddest days of my life!! So I was on my way to the waist area. There was an average high man with light blond hair and ripped skinny jeans playing the guitar. He was so cute and his song was amazing!! When he was done I had to go talk to him obviously!!!"Hi I'm Bri I just wanted to say how amazing your songs are!!"
"Oh thanks! I'm Niall. "
"Nice to meet you see ya"
"Wait! What flight are you on?"
" c 12 what about you?"
" I have c 12 too!"We chatted until the flight came and he offered me an empty first class seat next to him!!! We talked all the way there and we didn't get any sleep. I feel asleep in the taxi on the way to my dads house with Niall.
Niall's POV:
My day started out as usual. Woke up, went to the gym, got breakfast with the mates, and headed to my blue collar, low class, work. I've been writing music for some time now, but it hasn't worked out like i though it would've. I put all my hopes into becoming an artist, I never got an education. Now I'm stuck as a barista and some lame coffee shop.
Finally after my long day of getting yelled at by customers, stains, and exhaustion, I headed to the subway station to play my music for the people. Too bad nobody loves it as much as Mrs. Cruistm. She is there everyday on her way home from the bakery, kind enough to give me some money, encouragement, and most importantly, the fresh baked goods.
I had to rush home to pack for my flight. It was finally my time to focus on me. Me and my music. This trip was going to be my big break.After I got settled into the chacos of the airport, there was quite a bit of time to kill. Luckily I brought my guitar so I could jam with some tunes.
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Forgotten
FanfictionIntroduction He was a jerk. I never wanted to see him again. What did he do? Well I don't know how I will ever explain.