Don't Let Me Go

Chapter 15

*I (and some of you) liked changing the point of view so I decided to do it again... But not in this chapter! The next one just sounded better in Morgan's point of view again. If you don't like the switching of POV, PLEASE tell me! Thank you soooo much for reading my story! There's probably gonna be about 5 or so more chapters left, but who knows, maybe they'll be more! I know not many people read my fanfics, so it means a lot to me when someone does. Thank you and I love each and every one of you sooo much! Without you, my writing this would be pointless. I could write forever and ever about how much I appreciate you guys so I'm just gonna stop now because it's getting kind of long! Now for the story!

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Morgan's POV

"Are your bags packed yet, boys?" Liam asked.

"Yep." Niall, Louis, and Zayn answered.

"Ready?" Liam asked again.

They nodded their heads.

Clearly none of them were actually ready, but they had to be. They didn't really have any other choice.

"Then let's go!" Liam said with excitement. I don't know how he's able to do what he does. When everyone else wants to give up, he keeps going. I wish I had his strength, more than anything.

"We have a billion pounds of luggage so everyone has to take a bag." realising he sounded a little demanding, he added, "Please?" he said with a smile.

All of the boys took atleast 2 bags leaving me with a tiny bag belonging to Niall.

One by one they all filed out the door.

"Um, I forgot, something. I'll be right back." I said as I ran to Harry's old room.

Dropping the bag on the floor, I shut the door, picked up the newest scrapbook I had made, and sat on the bed. It was going to about my friends and how much I appreciated them and stuff like that. I wanted each of them to write a short not e to put in the back. I still have to do that. Anyways, the book was filled with pictures of the boys and I with a couple of Eleanor and Danielle here and there. The three of us seemed to be drifting lately. I've become a completely different person than I was before all of this and everyone can see it.

Even though I didn't really mention him all that much, I've been hanging out with Niall a lot. He's really sweet and knows how to makes me laugh. In a lot of ways he reminds me of Harry.

I flipped through page after page and one picture caught my attention.

I peeled back the clear plastic holding the picture to the page and took the picture out. I placed it on the dresser next to the picture of Harry and I (the one where he had his arm around me at the fire).

They were just so similar. The boys in the picture were different, but the same in so many different ways. I changed too. With Harry, I was carefree and happy. With Zayn, I am happy but scared at the same time. I'm afraid I'll lose him too. There's nothing anyone can do to get rid of that feeling.

"Morgan! Are you almost ready?" Liam called.

"Uh, yeah, I'll be right there!" I called back.

I grabbed the two pictures, neatly folded them up, and shoved them into my pocket.

I ran back to the boys.

"What took you so long?" Niall asked.

"Well I, uh, was, on the ground..." I said. It sounded more like a question than a statement.