Lies - One Direction Fan Fiction

Lies - One Direction Fan Fiction

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"So, choose." Niall said, tears streaming down his already blood-red eye to his soft cheeks. "Vince or me?" My heart throbbed. I honestly dont know how to respond. Niall has broken my heart twice, but there is something about him. About his touch, kiss, voice and eyes. Then there is Vince. The boy that has always loved me, and I loved back. He was special. He has not hurt me before. And, I am willing to spend the rest of my life with him. I buried my head in my palms, sighing. Niall grunted hitting his fist against the table, startling me. My hand swung back to my sides, tears rolling down now. Niall smiled, but it was fake, I could pratically tell. "You know. Go with Vince." he looked at me, then walked out my room. I started to sob like hell, slopping down against the wall. I pulled my legs into me and huddled. What have I done? I shouldn't have told him. Author's Note Heyo Crazy Mofos :) LOL, that rhymed! Anyway, this is my ... 3rd fan fiction! 'The X Factor' suddenly got deleted, dunno know why? Anyway, I will change the cover later, cant now cause Im on my phone. Anyway, hope you enjoy this fan fiction :) love u lots!!!<3<3<3 -NickieH<3
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