Molly's P.O.V
I cannot believe The Niall Horan wanted me to tell him about myself. I was just another fan who stayed up late to watch their twitcams, watched their interviews and music videos over and over. I don't see why the boys wanted to hang out with us anyways we were just normal girls and they could be hanging out with anybody they wanted. But why us? As i snapped out of my thoughts, I saw Niall waiting for me to start telling him about myself.
"Well, my name is Molly Christine O'Malley..."
And thats where I started telling Niall all about myself even the embarrassing things about myself. He seemed very interested in what I was saying he would laugh, smile, or comment on mostly everything I said. We had a lot in common, even though I already new a lot about him since I was a fangirl. I still let him talk bout his life and family.
"Aren't your parents divorced?" I asked him even though I knew damn right they were.
"Yeah, What about yours?" He asked me.
Well, my dad died about 4 years ago..." I trailed off hoping I didn't have to say anymore.
"I'm so sorry, Molly"
He looked genuinely sorry. Then Niall then took my hand in his and laced our fngers together and squeezed my hand. I gave him a small smile.
"It's okay, it was a long time ago, I don't really remember" I felt bad lying to him like that. I remembered everything like it was yesterday. But, I didn't want him to know that I am still haunted by that day.
Niall's P.O.V
I was listening to Molly talk bout her life and everything she liked. The way she talked made me even more interested in what she was saying, I think it was because she had an American accent. And I liked American accents a lot. As, I listened I realized we had alot in common. I knew I was beginning to like her...a lot. I knew I just met her and everything but it seemed like I had finally found my princess, the girl I had longed for and waited for, for a long time.
Molly's P.O.V
I let out a big yawn.
"Tired, love?" Niall asked me.
"Maybe just a little"
"Let's actually get some sleep then" Niall added with one of those amazing smiles of his.
I laid down and so did he, he then pulled me closer to him. This was nice I thought as I drifted off to sleep.
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I was walking home and all these firetrucks and ambulances were rushing past me down my street. I started running as fast as I could till I got to the corner of my street. I could barely see what was going on but my house was on fire. I ran and ran till I got to my house. My mom ran up to me and pulled me into a big hug she had tears streaming down her face and so did my little sister. I realized my dad wasn't here.
"where is dad?" I had asked my mom.
She just cried more and more and didn't say anything. My dad was still in the burning house. I pulled away from my mom and ran up to my front door. I saw all the firemen trying to put out the fire. I heard them screaming at me to get away but I didn't listen. I ran into my house. There was smoke everywhere, It was hard to see and I couldn't breathe. I kept calling for my dad over and over but he never answered. A firefighter caught me just before I fell to the ground in the complete darkness that surounded me.
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I opened my eyes, tears were streaming down my face. I realized that it was just a dream of that fateful day when my dad died. I hated when I dreamed of that.
