My Life With One Direction (ON HOLD)

My Life With One Direction (ON HOLD)

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"This is for you. I think you're beautiful." A fifteen year old boy handed me a daisy that he picked near the front entrance to the school. "Thank you.... I'm Grace. What is your name?" I asked him. I was blushing like a mad woman. First day of year 11 and I've never been told that I was beautiful by a boy. "I'm Niall. It's nice to meet you, Grace." He smiled and picked up my hand and kissed my knuckles while keeping eye contact with me. His eyes were bluer than the ocean in the summer and his smile lit up his entire face.
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Hi. I'm Audra Rayne. I live in Wolverhampton. You might not know me as... well, me. But You may be knowing Liam Payne (Obviously) from One Direction. So, you may have heard about Liam's sixteenth birthday party. (If you haven't. Then be patient because that's what I'm going to say next. Patience Grasshopper), so no one showed up and afterwards he thought everyone in his grade hated him. But no one hated him. He was very good to everyone. The only people who hated him were the high school bullies, who made sure that no one got the invitation. And how do I know that? Well, don't shove me away and hear me out, but I was one of them. Yeah, as simple as that. And to add it, the whole time he thought that I was his friend. (Wow, that makes me feel loads better.) And I was, sort of. Because after his party. I felt very guilty, very very very very very guilty. So, yeah. You probably know what happened. I left the gang of bullies and I became his friend. I had learnt my lesson. I was his only friend and he was my only friend. But he thought I was doing it out of pity. And I told him repeatedly that I wasn't. And then he finally believed me. And then. BAM. He's gone. And now he's in the biggest band in the world. And I want him back. Because... I love him.

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