Forever Hidden

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Preface

Shawn’s Point of View

                “Hi, I’m Shawn!” I said a little too excitedly as I introduced myself to Niall Horan, the Niall Horan, of One Direction, the world’s biggest boy band, on the streets of London.

                “I’m Niall, but Shawn, you’re being too obvious,” he said back to me. I was confused, and I racked my brain to figure out what he was talking about.

“Sorry?” I slowly put the pieces together; telekinesis! I could tell from that speck in his left eye; he was one too. “Oh, shit,” I mumbled slowly, “Niall, you’re also—”

                “Yes,” he cut me off, “now come with me, there are police down the street and they are obviously looking for you.” I looked around until I found them, in traditional English Guard wear, which was odd as we were in Mayfair, a ways away from any guarded area of the city.

                “O-o-o-ok,” I stuttered, unsure of what was going on. I already trusted him; he knew of my ‘mind moving’ power and unlike him, mine was not a secret.

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