Sticks & Stones (One Direction)

Sticks & Stones (One Direction)

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I did as the fans yelled. I moved to the side. Slowly walking behind the boys. I didn't feel like part of One Direction, I felt like a member of security. Is that bad?
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I didn't want to. I wouldn't. I won't. But suddenly I was doing it. I didn't even register my feet hitting the fourteen steps it took to get up the stairs. My brain ignored the ninth step and how creaky and loud it was. And then I was there. Finding a towel and a change of clothes. All because he had told me to.

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