The War Of One Direction

The War Of One Direction

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"Boys." It was Paul. "Yeah, Paul?" Zayn looked up from his phone, as did the rest of us. "Boys, something bad has happened. Really, really bad. This isn't a joking matter, so don't try to tell me it is." There was a small silence. He seemed really serious. I broke the shocked quiet in the room. "Paul? What's going on?" I could hear my own Irish voice echoing around the place. "Look, I can't really tell you much now. What I can tell you is that you are all to pack a bag and get ready. We're getting the first plane back to England." "Paul-" "Jump to it, boys!" He sounded so anxious that we all jumped fast.
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I looked down at my stomach. A small bump was beginning to form, only if he knew. "Please don't go." I pleaded "I've wanted to do this forever, don't you want me to be happy?" He said grabbing his packed bag I sat on the bed we share in my apartment. Well the bed we did share, until he left. "Please, Niall. I love you." I begged "I love you too, but we're still so young and I know I'll make it far." I shook my head wishing I could wake up and see that this was all a dream, a nightmare at that "Niall I..." I trailed off, I was proud of Niall, I supported this, I supported it until I found out I was carrying our kid. 16 and pregnant, he'd leave me anyways, what would be the point in telling him? "Have some faith in me." He dropped his bag by the bedroom door and walked over to me, giving me the slightest bit of hope, he grabbed my face and kissed me "Bye, I hope I'll see you again." and he returned to his bag...leaving me.

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