The boys and I put on shoes and walk outside. We take loads of photos; a few photos with me and the boys individually, then a few with me and two or three of the boys, and then we take a whole bunch of photographs with all of us in them. My absolute favorite one is the one of us standing a little away from the camera doing peace signs. (pictured above)
I feel like before I can even blink, it's almost 2:30 a.m. and Eddie will be here soon to pick me up. The boys are all asleep; we all went to our separate rooms to go to sleep at around 1:00, but I can't sleep, as I have to leave soon. My stomach is tied up in knots and I feel like I can't breathe. What am I going to do without them?
My phone buzzes from next to me on the bed. I pick it up and look at the lock screen, seeing a text from Eddie. He's here early.
Taking a deep breath, I set the note that I had written on a piece of paper as well as the bundle of receipts onto my pillow. Walking over to my closet, I open it up and grab my bags, setting them on the end of the bed. I open one of the bags, grabbing a pair of clothes to wear on the plane. I quickly change, putting the clothes that I previously had on into the bag.
I zip both of my bags up and sling them around my arms, walking out of my room and lightly closing the door. I freeze, looking at the five shut doors in the hallway. I debate going inside to see the boys one last time, but decide against it. This is for them.
I walk down the stairs and out of the house for the last time.
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Abused and Bullied (A One Direction Fanfiction)
FanfictionWhat happens when a depressed teenage girl who is bullied and abused meets five amazing guys who want nothing but to save her. Maybe they're the only people who can.
