Your from Bradford?, I asked.
Yeah I am why,Zayn asked turning to look at me.
Well I was raised there myself until I was 2 years old and my disgusting excuse for parent’s moved us here to America,I said pointing down at my pajamas.
Well then another Bradford Bad-Ass around here perfect,Zayn said.I smiled.At this moment I was intensely content with how I was and who I was and where my life was going and if it was going in the direction I think it’s going I don’t want it to change.Hours and hours later Zayn flicks the Tv off and he falls asleep while I stare blankly at the black screen.I’m wide awake and Zayn is asleep.I slip myself out of Zayn's loving grip.How I wouldn’t give anything to stay there with Zayn and fall asleep but I’m too awake.So I climbed down the ladder and I grabbed a black sports bra, a black tank-top that said “Fuck the world just let me run”, a pair of black running shorts that had a turquoise line around the edge, and a pair of black and turquoise running sneakers.I had to go running it was only 4:00 a.m. and I had been up anyway.So I rummaged around and found a piece of paper and a pen, and I scribbled down a quick note for Zayn.
-Zayn
Don’t freak out I went for a run.I’ve got a lot on my mind if you want I’ll tell you later I just need to run and clear my head since I was up all night I’ll be back in a few hours.It’s like 4 o’clock now so I’ll be back at least by 6 o’clock 6:30ish at the most tell Louis not to freak out too.I love you.
-Julia <3
I found a tack and tacked the note to the side of the bed and I took off.I made my way down the stairs looking around to see if anyone was awake and thankfully no one was.So I slipped down the elevator and walked out of the hotel and I took off running toward the 4 side of Los Angeles down by the water.It was cool and perfect for a long run.
(2 hours later)
After running for like 2 hour I head back to the hotel to see if anyone was awake yet.

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Twit Talker (One Direction save a life story)
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