Through the Dark // 1D [PROBABLY DISCONTINUED]

Ch. 7 [Through the Dark]

A/N:

Hiiiii guys :)

SOOOO PLEASE READ

I am thinking about changing the title of this book and the description. I am considering making a sequel to this book, and I think that "The Bucket List (1D)" will be a much more fitting title for it. I might take some suggestions, but don't freak out if the description and title changes guys!

I actually already changed the title to "Through the Dark" ^.^ thanks for the patience.

ON ANOTHER NOTE

OMG I was on a Little Mix kick yesterday, I spent all day singing Wings and Little Me. The day before, it was Imagine Dragons... [Demons and On Top of the World]. Every other day I am obsessed with One Direction, haahaaa my kicks are weird.

ANYWAYS, don't kill me, enjoy the chapter, yeah.

ANNNNDDD

Yeah.

Byes.

PWEESE COMMENT YOUR THOUGHTS, OR FAN, OR VOTE AND COMMENT, IT MEANS A LOT. :)

Caitlin

xx

MAMA TOLD ME NOT TO WASTE MY LIFE, SHE SAID SPREAD YOUR WINGS MY LITTLE BUTTERFLY :D

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Bronwyn's POV

My fingers trembled, and I wrapped my cracked and scratched knuckles tightly around my knees. Deep breaths racked my body as I tried to calm down.

I was such a whimp! So much has happened that has changed me. It was instinct to assume the worst. There was no other way to put it............ I guess every time something negative happened even slightly towards me, I freak out. I shouldn't, because that doesn't mean that the person being negative doesn't like me, it's just... I don't think the pain of having them actually hate me for who I am is deal able.

Running my hands through my matted brown hair, I tried to calm down. I needed to be calm....

I needed to be calm...

I need to be calm.

My face set in a position and I sat staring at the brick wall in front of me. How come everything happens to me?

I don't even know One Direction, yet here I am, being thrown into their lives.

In two days, everything has set off like fireworks.

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I had been staring and huddling in the hidden alleyway for somewhere around six hours, thinking. Debating what to do now that I have no one there for me. Kicking myself for not being grateful that I had someone there for me. Even though I didn't know these guys, they would've been there for me.

The sky was a dark blue, and the sun barely peeked over the buildings of London.

I was a bit unsettled. Not that I wasn't used to the dark, I worked long hours illegally at a bar through the night, but London was a whole different ball park in a whole different country. I didn't know anything about the area except that people around here had British accents. I think that was the only thing I actually learned thus far. And that people are bad drivers {thus the car accident.}

A few leaves skittered down, and I jumped up, pulling a light jacket Louis had given me from Eleanor earlier around me. It was light colored and not exactly the warmest. It was a bit big as well, and I tried to keep it as close to my body as possible.