"H-how c-could you I th-thought you loved me!!!" I screamed with tears streaming down my face. "It's not what you think" he said, walking towards me. "NO...... don't come any closer. I will hate you FOREVER AND ALWAYS" I screamed then turned on my heel and ran out of his flat. That was the last time I saw the love of my life..... Niall James Horan. What happens when Molly and Niall meet up again after 3 years. With Molly being a singer/song writer and Niall in One Direction they will be forced to spend ALOT of time together. The question is will Molly forgive him? Or will she ignore him?

Zayn Malik Fanfiction "The baby's father is you" I said really fast closing my eyes hoping that when I open them he will not be ready to yell or hurt me. "What" he said softly, I never heard him talk softly before. His voice is actually quite calm. "This baby is yours. This is what happens when you take advantage of someone. Now please don't hurt me!" I opened my eyes to see Zayn with his hands on my belly looking at me with innocent eyes. I never in a million years thought I would see him like that. best ranking: #1 in nonfiction -------------- SEQUEL: What's Happening?

I looked down at my stomach. A small bump was beginning to form, only if he knew. "Please don't go." I pleaded "I've wanted to do this forever, don't you want me to be happy?" He said grabbing his packed bag I sat on the bed we share in my apartment. Well the bed we did share, until he left. "Please, Niall. I love you." I begged "I love you too, but we're still so young and I know I'll make it far." I shook my head wishing I could wake up and see that this was all a dream, a nightmare at that "Niall I..." I trailed off, I was proud of Niall, I supported this, I supported it until I found out I was carrying our kid. 16 and pregnant, he'd leave me anyways, what would be the point in telling him? "Have some faith in me." He dropped his bag by the bedroom door and walked over to me, giving me the slightest bit of hope, he grabbed my face and kissed me "Bye, I hope I'll see you again." and he returned to his bag...leaving me.

There was only one set of woods in my home town. How was I supposed to know that those were the exact woods that people seemed to avoid? Who knew what sort of creatures lived there. Seventeen. That in between age where you’re not quite an adult yet but you’re not a child either. But for Sapphire, seventeen was a significant number. It was the age where she had to make a choice. A choice between life or death, a choice between keeping those that she loves or losing them and a choice on which will change her life for the better or for the worst. “We know what we are, but know not what we may be.” – William Shakespeare. *This is my own imagination. Please do NOT steal my ideas.*