Dancing in the rain.

Dancing in the rain.

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How? How did I get caught up in all this mess? Why was I the one there on that night? At that party? There he was so vulnerable. Practically a stranger. I could have just left him. Should have. Should of gone and told Harry or Zayn or one of his friends where he was and gone home. But I didn't. I was stupid and reckless. And drunk. God was I drunk. And now look at what I've got myself into. But who would have thought? Niall Horan and plain old kiwi raised me, Harmony Nicole. Huh. And how was I supposed to know what would happen? Oh god… it started with just a kiss. I guess it only takes that one spark to start a burning flame.
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LOST LOVE

Hi. I'm Katerina. But all my friends call me Kat. I'm 20 years old. My parents are dead. I got adopted when I was eight. And when I was 16 I moved out. I liked the mother that adopted me but the dad was a drunk and when he was he was a abusive. I have a scar from when he struck me with his beer bottle. So me and my mom moved out and went to live on our own. Almost six months after we moved out she had a heart attack and died. So then I needed a place to stay, I couldn't pay my bills, buy food, or find a good paying job. And that's when I met Niall Horan. He's my boyfriend now. And then Niall let me move in with his family for awhile. I stayed in his sister Charlotte's room. Or at least it was his sisters room. She died in a car accident. So I had the room to myself. I met his friends Liam, Louis, Zayn, and Harry. Then all the boys and me decided to buy our own house. This story starts just after we got moved in. ***Needs MAJOR editing because I wrote this in like 8th grade***

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