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chapter 5; abigails pov

A/N: I AM SOOOO SORRY I HAVENT POSTED I HAVE HAD WRITERS BLOCK AND I HAVE BEEN SUPER BUSY. PLUS. 

I WENT TO THE CONCERT IN CHARLOTTE. WOOOOOOO.

okay story time. ____

*3 days have passed*

me and niall have ben texting non-stop, he's been at interveiws and junk. ive been at work so its nothing new. but lola keeps harrassing me. so i definitly need to tell him before she goes and shows him. (oh and your probably wondering why they havent left yet. well zayn had to go home for a few weeks again and so the boys decided to postpone the tour until he gets back.) *bzzzzzz

*bzzzzzz*

-unknown-

tik tok runs the little clock. im spilling weither you like it or not at 7 tonight. 

-end of text- 

thats it. i have to tell niall before she does. and thats NOW. 

to; lil' leperchaun. <3

hey, come to the shac, its really important... just dont hate me. 

-end of text-

im a wreck, he is going to hate me who would like a little whore like me, especially a super pop star like niall horan. NIALL FUCKING HORAN. why was i- 

my thoughts were interupted by a slight cough coming from, non other than, Niall James Horan. 

'oh hey niall' i sighed. 

'ab whats wrong? you didnt answer my texts on my way here, i've been freaking out the whole time.' he's babbling. 

'niall, you didnt do anything. i just.. i just needed to tell you something im not proud of.' his face fell. i knew this would happen. he hates me already. 

'wh-what is it?' he asked, voice wavering. 

'come in the back room. i need privacy when i tell you..' we walkied in silence. a very tenseful silence. 'you may hate me after this.. but i really really like you and i want you to hear this from me not lola and-' he stopped me. 

'Yo-YOU LIKE ME?!' he exclaimed..

'yes niall, but thats not important until after i tell you this.' he shut up 'in ninth grade, i was stupid.. very very stupid. and needy. i wanted a boyfriend, someone to talk to. so, i found a few people, and started talking to this guy. we texted hung out. the usual. but then he got sexual over texting.. and i didnt know what to do, so i did what he asked. i thought it was normal. i thought everyone did it.' i didnt realize i had been crying but when niall reached out to wipe a tear, i felt the salty water dripping down my face. 'it ended, well it never really ended. me-my pictures went around school, to different schools even. i felt gross, used, and like a slut. but thats it. i know im a slut, and if you never want to see me again.. i understa-' i was cut off by a pair of irish lips crashing into mine. best way to get me to shut up for sure.