Niall's Lucky Charm

Party Night

My hands quickly found the doorknob, my grip was strong. Ah, hell! Might as well run for it.My pink cotton dress still had blood marks on it. My lip stinged from the harsh cool wind. Run! My mind screamed.

Heart pounding, throat burning... But I still have to run! I can't let him catch me! My mind roughly spoke to me. I could hear my drunk father's voice yelling loudly behind me. I made a dumb decision, I turned left, I ran through the dark desert, his angry voice vanished behind me. All I heard was my breath coming faster and the wind whipping past me. My lungs started burning, I was a decent runner but I couldn't run for a long time. I stopped at a familiar place I recognized, my little hide out. It was in the middle of the forest, everything I needed was here. I hid my leather bag in a tree trunk, once I took it out, I took out my phone and ipod and listened to music while looking through my twitter. I laughed at Niall's tweet: "Yeah! Nandos here I come! Who wants to go with me??" I just replied with a silly tweet, knowing he would never see it: "Hey! Who said you can go to Nandos without me?!" Once I replied I logged off and layed down on a thick desert rock looking up into the dark night sky, I dozed off for a bit. When I woke up the moon was above me, Might as well face hell...

Once I got back to my drunken father's mansion, don't ask how I live here. Everyday is hell, he works forever and when he's off, he starts to drink whiskey to ease his mourning over my mother who died 2 years ago. Before she died, we were fine, I use to tell her everything, about boy problems and bff's but she got really sick, she had depression for over 3 years. One day, she just slipped, she didn't commit suicide, she just died in her sleep.

How rude is this? I didn't introduce myself properly; my name is Emily Smith, I'm a social butterfly, I like to connect to people and I just want to belong. I have my friends, but only 2 are real -- the rest are just basically fake -- Cloe and Ryan. They are the butter to my... toast? I don't know, anyway, I live in Phoenix, Arizona, yes big city; I know but I've lived here for all my life.

Once I got home, the whole house was dark, Humph, he might be passed out or out drinking, I climbed up to my window and awkwardly fell into my room. I slipped out of my dress and went into a nice, steamy shower, after I got done I pulled out my laptop and logged onto facebok and twitter, I talked to a few "friends" on facebook and updated my status. Crossing my fingers hoping to get a reply from Niall, I went onto twitter, once i got on, I saw i had 10 new follower requests. I checked them and they were all Directoners, and one DIRECTIONATOR, I gladly accepted 9 of them. After i was done, I scrolled through and found that Niall favorited my tweet! NIALL HORAN favorited  something I said! I did my happy dance, I was too pumped to go to sleep, I called Cloe.

"Hey," I said excitedly, "are  there any parties tonight?"

She answered giddy, "You're in luck, there's a party a Jessica's house if you want to go.. but rumor has it, her dad invited some celebs."

"As always, typical Jessica.. Sure I'll go!" I answered.

"'Kay, I'll pick you up in 5." She hung up.

When I'm getting ready let me fill you in...Okay, here's what you need to know, Jessica is your bitchy type of girl, she's popular, thinks she's all that, and LOVES attention. Her dad is this rich producer guy and she has at least been on the red carpet three times, and was at the Grammy's. Her dad is like a magnet, he can lure you into coming in to do a porn film, that man can convince you of anything, which creeps me out. Her family is FILTHY rich, they have five mansions all across the nation, can anyone say jealous?

When she pulled up, my hair was curled and I put on a decent dress, something that was in between sexy and classy, not like Jessica's slut dresses..

"Hey guurl..mmm..mmm!" She said in a funny tone, "Wow, you look so good on that dress!"

"Shut up and Irish green is not my color.." I pouted.

"Oh sure it is, you just don't have a fashion sense!"

"Fine, whatever you say..' I stuck my tongue at her.

She laughed, then BAM! we were there in a flash, once we pulled up, I could feel the pounding of the music. We made our grand entrance, but once I walked in I saw a very familiar face that I've grown use to looking at everyday. That can NOT be him...!

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