Saving Niall Horan
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Last published Wed, Jul 30, 2014
I am walking down the street when I hear a voice saying leave me alone in a panicked voice. I go towards it and see a young man being pushed to the floor repetively . I yell at the big people with big cameras to stop, but they don't stop. I pull out my IPhone and threaten to call the cops. They aren't stoping. I start dialing 911. The men drop their cameras and run. I look over at the Blonde boy and walk over, I help him sit up. I look him in the eyes and recognize them. Oh my god! It Niall Horan, I recognize those eyes any where.
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