Mo's P.O.V.
I woke up to whispering and the sun in my eyes. I groaned and put my hand over my eyes while sitting up. "Hey Mo!" Katie yelled. She looked kinda embarrassed and shy. "Morning" I said. "Can I uhh, take a shower?" I asked a little worried. "Sure" Harry spoke with a smile. He showed me where and I thanked him. As I was getting in the shower I wondered what they were whispering about but I just shook it off.
Katie's P.O.V.
~Before Mo woke up~ "Can you tell me about her?" jack asked. "Yeah, yeah. And about you too" Harry spoke with excitement. "Ok, ok you guys" I laughed. We all sat on the floor in a circle. Harry watched me as I sat down and I felt butterflies explode in my stomach. "I'll tell you about Mo first before she wakes up" They all nodded.
"Ok. Me and her have been friends since forever. Her real name is Morgan but we all call her Mo. She goes to therapy for anxiety, past depression, and trust issues all because her ex." I spoke in normal at first but it dragged out to a whisper. Jacks face gave off a sad look but turned happy again in a flash. I was going to continue but she woke up and we all split up then.
~Now~ Jack kept asking little questions like her favourite colour or animal. Me and Harry talked about each other and how I loved his band.
Mo's P.O.V.
I got out of the shower and put on my same clothes fixing my hair. I ran out to the living room to see all the One Direction boys and the rest of All Time Low fooling around. "Hey guys!!!!" I yelled getting their attention. they all looked at me with confusion. " Why don't we go shopping?" I asked. "YESH!!!" Alex yelled, picking me up and running out of the bus.
I laughed and waited for everyone else to come out. Jack came out and threw me over the shoulder. "She's mine!" he stuck out his tongue at Alex. I felt my face heat up and they both laughed. "Come on my Katie pie!! We going shopping!!" I grabbed her hand and started jogging towards the stores and walking not long after because of me getting tired. We turned around and giggled waiting for the boys.
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أدب الهواةWhat could be everything to someone, could be different for others. ~*Trigger warning*~