The other half (Niall horan)

The other half (Niall horan)

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I'm the forgotten sister of Niall James Horan. I was forgotten. He forgot he had me in his life. I was always there..he just didn't know it. I was there with him during his birthday party's, friends over, Heartbrakes, party's, ect. Now he's a super star traveling the world and he still doesn't know I exist. It's like I was a ghost. I'm his twin. My name is Ally Rose Horan. I'm 19. Just like him. I have blonde hair and blue eyes. I dyed my hair just like him. It was OUR baby chick that dyed. I dyed my hair for the same reason as him. But as long as I can remember, he's never noticed me. But there has always been something different about me than him. I'm a vampire. He isn't. But the only different about me is that I'm paler and I have fangs. But him...he's normal.
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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.

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