I walked into Liam's room.
                              There he was, sitting on his bed, looking through a box.
                              I didn't say anything, but stared at what he was looking at.
                              He was looking at a picture of a girl with curled hair and him with his arms around her. 
                              Danielle Peazer.
                              My friend... Who I haven't seen in ages. I really need to call her or something. 
                              Oh that's right... Now I see what she mean when she said Liam was too controlling. 
                              I cleared my throat and he jumped, almost throwing the box.
                              I was simply in navy blue sweatpants and a white tank top.
                              "What." He said, through gritted teeth.
                              "Jeez mister controlling." That's it. He froze. I hit the sweet spot.
                              "I came in here to say we needed a break, not breaking up, but a break from each other." He nodded agreeing.
                              I walked out of the room not saying much else.
                              I sat on my bed, watching the rain outside. I made sure the plastic umbrella outside was up over the lawn chair. I threw my thin sweatshirt that had the Eiffel Tower on it with the word Paris in red cursive. 
                              (I have this and I love it)
                              I grabbed my laptop before sitting under the umbrella. I placed the laptop on my lap and got to the airport website.
                              Tickets:
                              Dublin Ireland
                              Venice Italy
                              LA California 
                              (Insert small town) California
                              I clicked (insert small town here) California.
                              That would be a good place.
                              The plane leaves in two days.
                              I walked inside and pulled my new suitcase out from under my bed.
                              I placed my laptop in it, then walked downstairs.
                              "Lads! What do you want for dinner?" I asked.
                              "CHICKEN"
                              "PASTA!"
                              "NANDOS!"
                              "PIGEON!"
                              "KEVIN IS NOT A MEAL, BUT TURKEY IS!" 
                              I rolled my eyes.
                              "RAMEN NOODLES IT IS!"
                              They all groaned and I smirked, hopping up the stairs and grabbing it out of the cabinet.
                              Soon enough I was placing it on the table.
                              "LADS! DINNER!" I called.
                              Niall was the first up, and sat in his chair.
                              As usual we waited for everybody else to eat.
                              In the middle of the meal, I decided to announce when I was leaving. 
                                      
                                          
                                   
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Don't Judge A Person By Their Cover (One Direction FanFiction)
FanfictionNobody knows the real me, yet. I want to continue what I do... Be a rebel. I don't want what I know is to happen one day. My twin brother Niall will tell me I can't, he will find some way to hold me back from doing so.
 
                                               
                                                  