More Than This (One Direction)

Chapter 8

Dedication goes to Izzie for so many reasons. First of all, she's an amazayn author. Secondly, her stories are so super duper good. I can't stop reading them. They're so addicting. Lastly, she inspired me to write. If you're reading this Izzie then thank you so much for everything.

I have no idea why I put the author's not at the beginning. Maybe I needed a change, I really don't know. I think I'll put them at the beginning from now on. Oh, and I notices that I'm too formal in my author's not so I might loosen up a bit.

YOU GUYS HAVE TO WATCH THE INTERVIEW ON THE SIDE! (I have no clue why I put that in caps.) It's so cute and awkward. but I love the questions the girl ask Niall. If you listen at the end you can hear Louis says, "I just said in an interview that you slept with Carly Rae Jepsen." Lolz. xD

Also, I want to thank everyone for the fanning me. It means a lot to me. Thanks for reading too. I can't believe my story has 468 views! I freaked out and literally started screaming. Lolz. I never thought I would get 50 but not over 400!! Once again, Thank you!!

I have no idea why I wrote such a long author's note. I'm sorry for blabbering. Fan and Vote, if you think I deserve it. Also, please give me your feed back.

Enjoy.

 I pack my bags in a hurry. I run to the closet and grabs the pants off the shelf, rip the shirts off their hangers, and throw the shoes in one big messy pile. Then, I run across the room and stuff everything in the bag. The blue suitcase looks about ready to explode. By pure luck, I manage to get it closed.

I check the time. It's 7:10. Only three more hours till I leave this place.

I need to keep myself busy. I can't go back to that night. I just can't.

It's been two days since Uncle Mark....no, I can't call him my uncle. An uncle doesn't do that to his niece. An uncle is someone who cares and loves his nieces and nephews. He doesn't even hurt a hair on thier heads. An uncle is there no matter what. You can always turn to him for anything, I mean anything. I wish my Uncle was that person...

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I wake up with a start. I take in my surroundings.

Where am I?

The room is dark but I can still see the white furniture and pale purple curtains. The tiny lights make strange shadows across the pale purple walls. The moon baths everything in it's sliver light. The numbers glow red on the alarm clock. It's all so familiar.

I'm in my bedroom. The room I haven't been in for about ten months. The room that brings back the past. The room where I've cried, laughed, and slept. The room where I hide myself from the world. The room where I last saw my mother. The room with so many memories, that I can't even remember them all. And this room, will always be mine.

I close my eyes and turn over. The reason I woke up comes back to me.

My uncle.

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I get up and open the balcony doors. The sunlight bathes me in it's warmth. The morning air feels cool and refreshing against my skin. I see a rabbit running across the yard, two birds chirping to each other in a nearby tree, and a squirrel running up a tree trunk. A smile makes its way up to my face. It feels good to know that it's a new day, meaning a new start. I can just forget yesterday like a bad dream.

I walk back inside and go over to my night stand. Where is my phone? I think. Then it clicks. I left it in the dressing room. Now I can't call Kylie. I feel bad for leaving her, but I had to go. I hope she'll understand.