Invisible (Niall Horan)

Invisible (Niall Horan)

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"You nasty Liar!" I yell hitting his chest. I felt tears streaming down my face. I felt weak. I slowly fall to the ground on my knees and covered my face with my hands. "Liar!? Grace you have got to be kidding me! I would never lie to you! All this time, All those words I have said to you, I meant it ok? Every, single, word. Whenever you needed me, I was there, when you told me to keep me your secrets, I kept them! When ever we had our moments, I treasure them. What happened to us? You meant the whole world to me! And still do! And now that you've been going out with that punk, the Grace the I knew, is gone" I look up and see Niall leaning against his cupboard crying. I wiped my tears away and stood up, I walked up towards him. "Niall?" He looks and stares deep into my teary eyes. He looked off into a different direction and sighed. He looks back at me and stood up. He cups my face and crashes his lips on mine. "I love you Grace Evans"
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She was the type to stare herself in the mirror and see someone else stare back. Someone who was free and light, being able to spread her wings like an unbound angel. She was neither chained to Heaven nor Hell. Howbeit, no matter how far she reached into the mirror, she could never step through as her ball-and-chain presented itself in the form of a crown. She was a princess with two faces, desperately trying to have a sense of freedom outside of her royal obligations. She found it in the form of a weakness: a passion with another human being. Her love for him and ballet had kept her chin high; her crown not slipping from her pastel hair. So why, why did it suddenly become so hard when a gothic gymnastic back-flipped into her life? Why were her heartstrings being tugged on by someone of her same gender? Why was it suddenly so difficult, so strenuous to keep living in her pastel world when this mysterious girl brought such bright colours with her? TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of sex, suicide and other mature themes will be contained within this book. Read at your own discretion.

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