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I hate the way Niall Horan looks at me, I know I'm not his type at least I don't think I am...his parents and him moved next door I didnt realize it was him untill I was on my trampoline and he came behind and touched my shoulder. He asked if he could join me I said sure and we sat there without saying a word till about midnight then I went inside. I looked out my window to see him there writing on paper then he put it on a rock and sat it on the window sill but I closed my curtains before he could know I was there, watching him move...even now knowing I was being used for a bet I still believe he actually loved me like he said, after he broke up with me he said it was all a lie.
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[✓] ∥ It all happened in a split second. One moment I was on his back, and the next one I was lying on the ground, watching the man who would be responsible for my possible disabilities run away. The woman was sitting and had her back against a near-by wall, and from what I could see, her eyes were wide and she was shaking. I would be too, if I wasn't paralyzed. Literally. A few hours later, well, just about 20 seconds in reality, she slowly stood up and observed me with horror in her eyes for a few moments. I looked back at her, seeing as that was the only thing I could do to let her know I was still alive. "Dear lord, child, what have you done?" She whispered, looking down at me. "I need..." I could barely choke the words out. "I need you to call the ambulance." Copyright © 2014 by funkystyles

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