The Third Paul // WDW

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~Molly's pov~
Logan opens the door and Zach jumps up. "Guys this is my hot sister," Logan laughs as Zach's cheeks flush red. "I'm Molly," I smile. "Oh trust me, he knows who you are," Jack laughs. I laugh with him. "It's been a full 2 minutes and you haven't gone all fangirl," Logan laughs. "Can I go all fangirl now?" I ask laughing. He nods and I fangirl squeal. "That was adorable," Zach whispers to Jonah. "Zach you suck at whispering," Corbyn comments. "I love your music so much!" I smile. "Can I get a photo with you?" I ask looking at them. "Sis you're gonna see them everyday," Logan laughs. I look at him confused. "I only have a few rooms in this house and I need them. But the guys said they would let you live with them," he smiles. "You're joking right?" I ask. He nods. "I'm sorry but you should have seen your face," Logan laughs. Zach pulls me into a hug. "Logan be nice," He laughs rubbing my arm. I smile at him, although he was 16 and two years younger he was still taller than me since I was only 5'5. "Molly if you want to stay with us I'm sure Zach wouldn't mind," Jonah winks. "You're not taking my sister," Logan laughs. Zach sticks out his bottom lip in a pouting way. "Zach you can let go of her," Corbyn laughs, looking at me as I'm still in Zach's arms. Zach awkwardly lets go of me and I move a step away from him. "But you should really like spend some time at our house," Jack smiles. I nod. "I'll think about it," I smile. "Also sis. I'm buying you a vlog camera and you are going to start vlogging," He smiles. I nod thinking about what I told my mom. "What room is mine?" I ask. Logan shows me to a room right next to the kitchen. There was already a bed and desk. And there was a mirror on the back of the door. "Can I help?" Zach asks. I nod and smile at him. He grabs one of my suitcases and unzips it. It had a few of the things that weren't clothes: notebooks, photos, books, etc. "What's this?" He asks, flipping through the notebook. "Nothing," I say trying to grab it from him. "Nobody Gotta Know," He reads. "Zach," I whine grabbing his hand. He sighs and hands it to me. "Thank you," I laugh. "You write songs?" He asks. I nod, my cheeks flush red with embarrassment. He smiles. "Aww is Molly embarrassed?" He asks. "No," I laugh handing him the notebook and letting him read the song as my anxiety pumps. When he finishes he smiles at me. "Mol this is really good!" He smiles. "You're just saying that to be nice," I sigh looking at him. "No. I mean it," He smiles. "Thanks," I smile at him. "Are you thinking of using that?" He asks. I shake my head. "I don't really sing.... I just right," I sigh. "Would you let the band and I use it? Sing it? Give you credit of course," He says. "I don't know, Zach," I sigh. "Please Molly," He whines. "I'll think about it," I nod. He smiles at me and hugs me. I hug him back as he lifts my feet off the ground, spinning around and then putting me down. "What was that about?" Daniel asks, scaring us both. "Molly might let us sing one of her songs," Zach smiles. "You write songs?" He asks. I nod and sigh. It couldn't be my little secret forever. It takes a few hours to get my room in tack, mostly because Zach was playing around with my bras and putting them on. He's such an idiot sometimes. By the time we finished, the guys were getting ready to leave. "I'll see you soon my boys," Logan smiles bro hugging them all. Zach hugs me tightly, mumbling a goodbye. Then the rest of the boys hugged me. "Bye," I smiled and waved at all of them. They walked out and Logan followed me into my room. "Go away," I laugh, messing with his hair. "So you are interested in vlogging, right?" He asks. I nod. "Mom's pissed because I don't have a job and I'm not making money and I told her I'd move in with you, do the whole YouTube thing and make her a little proud of me," I sigh. He nods. "I'll make the channel tonight.... We'll get you a camera tomorrow and you can start vlogging," He smiles. "Logan... I have something to tell you," I say looking at him, my voice shaking. He looks at me confused. "It was a while ago... And there's nothing I can really do about it but the past couple of days it's been eating away at me and I need to tell someone and you're here," I ramble. He sits on my bed. "What is it?" He asks. I take a deep breath before confessing one of my secrets. "I was raped," I sigh. 

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It's been a while. I'm sorry. 

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