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“Anna Wilson!” The cute boy behind the Starbucks counter called. Anna looked up from the floor, and let out a relieved sigh. Normally, she didn’t come into Starbucks for coffee, but today was a day she really needed it.
“Thank you,” She said quietly to Alex – the boy behind the counter – paying for her coffee and wrapping her cold fingers around the warm, white paper cup. She closed her eyes and took a long slow inhale of the dark brown liquid that she called heaven. The smell made her day almost feel a little bit better. Nothing – it felt – had gone right today. Right now, all she wanted to confide in was a big cup of coffee and a couple bags of Ghirardelli chocolate chips.
Without looking up from her cup, Anna turned, and blindly made her way to the door.
Ooof! She crashed into something hard and solid. Coffee dosed everything, and her cup flew out of her hands. When Anna looked up to see what she had ran into, she saw a boy with perfect chocolate brown curls and beautiful green eyes. “Oh my God! I’m soooo sorry!” He said in a slow, deep, English accent.
Anna’s throat tightened with the tears that she had tried so hard that day to keep at bay. “No its fine!” she said, tugging a handful of napkins from the dispenser on the counter and crouching down to the coffee covered floor. “Hey, let me help!” the boy said taking the towel Alex offered him, and crouched down next to her. He helped wipe up the floor, the towel turning from white to a sickly brown.
Anna was trying hard to keep herself together; this wasn’t something to start crying over. With everything welled up inside her, it was hard to keep the tears from filling her eyes.
The boy wiped at the floor, then stopped, as a single drop of liquid splattered onto the spot he had just dried. Slowly, he looked up at Anna, her eyes filled with tears. “Why are you crying?” He asked curiously, but very sweetly.
Anna quick wiped away the tears from her cheeks with her sleeve, “I’m sorry, it’s not you . . . It’s just . . . I’m not having a great day!”
“Here,” the curly haired boy said, taking Anna’s wet hand and raised her to her feet, “I’ll get you another coffee and we can talk about it, how does that sound?”
Anna nodded shyly, “But I don’t know you!” she stated. The boy turned to her from where he was standing at the counter talking to Alex.
“I’m Harry, what’s your name?” He answered simply.
“Anna,” she hummed. Harry held out a hand to shake. Anna shivered, her whole body quivering from cold. The spilled coffee had quickly turned cold in the cool fall air that was wafting through the door. Harry’s eyes took on a shocked expression when he saw her coffee soaked clothes. “Oh, you’re all wet! You must be freezing!” He peeled off his black pea coat, revealing a dark Hollister sweatshirt, which he pulled over his head too and offered it to Anna. “Here, put this on, I don’t want you to catch a cold or something!” Anna hesitated, and Harry pressed the sweatshirt into her hand, “Please put it on,” he insisted softly, “I don’t want you getting sick on my account!” Anna gave in, and took the sweatshirt from his hands. The moment she pulled that sweatshirt over her head, Anna was happy she had taken it from Harry. It was warm and soft, and had the musky smell of cologne trapped in its fabric. Anna pulled the neck over her nose as another wave of tears came over her. “Thank you,” she said to Harry, her voice coming out muffled through the sweatshirt and the lump in her throat.
“Why are you crying?” Harry asked, hugging Anna to his chest lovingly.
Anna didn’t answer at once. The hoodie was a simple comfort, that she had not expected, something that helped her, but still hurt in so many ways.
It hurt because she remembered the smell of the cologne on the sweatshirt. The memory didn’t include Harry, but her brother – Jared - someone she could have confide in, and someone that would have comfort her at any time she needed it. This time would have been a moment that Anna would have gone to Jared for a good hug and encouragement. But that was hard to do when the person was in the cemetery. Just the memory of him made her cry harder. Harry pulled her closer, and rested his check on the top of her head. “Shh . . .” he soothed, gently rubbing her back.
Then Anna realized why she was crying. These tears weren’t for everything bad that happened that day. But they were for, Harry, the first person to show her any love, for first time since Jared.
Harry continued to hold her softly rocking back and forth.
“Harry.” Alex’s voice broke through the sound of Harry’s soothing, and his heartbeat, that was pounding in Anna’s ear. Harry simply lifted his cheek from Anna’s head and nodded, at Alex, then placed his mouth by her ear. “You go find a table and I’ll bring the coffee ‘round. We can talk if you want,” he told her softly. Anna nodded and then pulled away. Wrapping the hoodie closer to her body, she turned and walked toward a table at the far corner of the café.
 
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Anna looked up when she heard footsteps coming towards her. She looked up from her knees that she had hugged to her chest. “Hi,” Harry said softly, setting Anna’s cup in front of her. He had gotten extra whipped cream and caramel drizzle on both their drinks.
“Thanks,” Anna told him, as he slid into the seat across for her. Anna pulled her cup towards herself, and wrapped her cold fingers around it.
“You wanna’ talk about it?” Anna stayed quiet. She was thinking, trying to put all that had happened, and what was swirling in her head into words. As she thought, Anna swirled her finger absentmindedly in her whipped cream.
“You don’t have to tell me . . .”
“No!” Anna cut him off, finally looking up. “I need to get this off my chest!”, her voice was quite level despite her tears. She was silent for another moment, and without looking up, she spoke.
“I come from an abusive family. My brother . . . Jared . . . and I were beaten quite often. Our only comfort was ourselves. We loved each other to death and didn’t like seeing the other one get hurt. He was quite protective of me; he’d even take my beatings himself. Neither of us wanted to be there. And then the day after Jared’s 18th birthday, he found a place out of state. We left that day. All we took with us was a small bag each, and all the money we could scrounge up. 500 dollars That was it. We drove and drove, and when we got here, it was the happiest we really had ever been. They never did look for us. I bet they didn’t even care!” She said in disgust through her tears.
Taking her first drink of coffee, she continued.
“Everything was great until two years ago . . .” Anna voice broke as she said it. Fresh tears cascaded down her face, as she buried her face back in her knees. “. . . Jared, was coming home from work one night when . . . a car came out of no were . . .” she said, her small body racking with sobs.
Harry didn’t know what made him do it, but as she sat there crying, he got up from his chair, and scooped her up into his arms, cradling Anna on his lap. She continued to tell her story.
“He . . . died! He left me! He was always there when I needed him!” She screamed angrily into Harry’s chest. “I need him! I need him right now! But he left me!”
Harry rocked her. Lovingly stroked her hair. He let her tears soak through his shirt. He had just met Anna, but it felt like he had known her forever. Anna’s sobs began to calm enough so she could again talk. “Ever since then my life’s been . . . shit . . .” She said, hesitating at the swear word.
“And then this morning . . . I was driving to work . . . and a car pulled into my lane . . . I swerved and missed the car but. . . then . . . pictures filled my head.
“Jared’s car, sitting there in the middle of the road, smashed, and laying in pieces.
“The moment when the fireman pulled his broken body out of the car.
“Jared’s face that was marred so badly that he didn’t even look like him anymore.
“The cemetery . . . just about every memory of Jared I have flashed across my mind. I couldn’t do it anymore. I called in sick to work, and came here.” For the first time since she began her story, Anna looked up at Harry. His eyes where glistening, and a single tear trailed down his cheek. He hugged Anna closer to his chest, and pressed his check to her forehead.
“I’ll be there for you! I won’t leave you!”
 
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THE END
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“Bubbles! Stop!” Sami cried running as fast as she could through the crowd, apologizing to anyone she accidently bumped into.
“Bubb—!” Crash.
 
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Harry walked through the fair, looking at the colorful signs advertising different types of fried food, drinks, or candy. He noticed a little blonde headed girl running through the crowd, seeing no one with her, he caught up with her, seized her around her tiny waist and bent to her level.
“Hey, darlin’! Where are you going? Do you have someone here with you?”
The little girl came to a stop and turned to look at him. “I wanted to go to the rollercoaster over there.” She pointed at kiddie-coaster. “But my sister wouldn’t take me.” She pouted.
“So you just ran away?”
“How else was I gonna ride the rollercoaster?”
“True. But you need to stay with her, you can ride it later, but now we should find your sister.” Harry stood up and held out a hand to the little girl, who took it and they walked back the way she’d come.
 
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Sami dodged a young boy only to come crashing into a booth, knocking almost everything off the tables. She landed on her back, her breath whooshing out of her.
She sat up to survey the damage she’d caused. It was pretty bad, but then she remembered her sister. The weight of it all crashed on her. She’d lost her little sister, crashed into a booth, and ruined half of the person’s merchandise.
Tears flooded from her eyes as someone helped her up, brushing dirt from her back. A soothing woman’s voice spoke beside her. “It’s alright, honey! It’s okay!”
“No it’s not.” Sami said. “I don’t know where my sister is.”
 
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“So,” Harry started. “What’s your name?”
“Abigail. But I like Bubbles better!” The little girl replied.
“Bubbles? Alrightly then. Well. . . . Bubbles. . . My name is Harry. Harry Styles.”
“Hairy? Like on your head?” Bubbles asked, touching her own light hair. Harry chuckled, “Sure!”
They continued to walk through the people. A load of people were surrounding one stand, trying more to get in the way than help.
Bubbles was looking around, little pigtails whipping around her face. “Ooo! Look it’s Sami!” She dragged Harry over to the hubbub.
“What?!” He asked, feeling like a dog owner, whose dog is overly energetic and prefers to drag the owner rather than walking normally.
“It’s Sami!” The little girl cried again.
 
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Sami began calming down a little, trying to clear her head so she could go find Bubbles. The tears slowly came to a stop until she heard a little voice over the din. “It’s Sami! C’mon Harry!”
Bubbles?
She stood up quickly, looking around, but, being so short, she didn’t even see over any ones heads. “Bubbles?” Sami called out instead.
“Sami!” The little girl ran up to her, dragging behind her a tall boy with curly hair and green eyes. The tears almost started again as she scooped Bubbles up into a tight hug. “Thank God!” Sami murmured into Bubbles’ hair. “Why did you run away?!”
“I wanted to ride the rollercoaster! But wouldn’t take me. Harry helped me find you!”
“We were gonna get there!” Then she turned to Harry. “Thank you so much!” Sami stuttered, hugging him quickly.
“We should get home.” Sami told Bubbles, tapping her nose. Sami thanked Harry again, then turned to walk away, Bubbles waved over Sami’s shoulder. “Bye Hairy!!”
Harry waved after the little girl, and he knew in his heart that he would never forget the little girl called Bubbles.

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I put my headphones in as I walked down the alley, cutting across the busy streets and heading straight over to the daycare that Ana was waiting for me to pick her up. I walked quickly through the dark alley, trying to escape the smells of smoke and alcohol from the nearby clubs and bars.
 
A group of guys pushed their way out of a back door, crashing out onto the street. They looked to be about thirty years of age.
 
Typical.
 
They started screaming and laughing. The front member of the group saw me walking by. From what I could tell, he licked his lips. Shoot. (polybot made me change the word. . . )
 
I tried to walk faster and avoid the group. Chants were being shouted from behind me, "Hey babe, want to hang out?" and "You're f!t!" were the main anthems of the men. I began to quicken my pace, but it was no use. I was pinned up against the brick wall, my headphones falling out of my ears.
 
"Oh, you're even hotter up close." a man with light black stubble breathed, his breath full of alcohol. I rolled my eyes, "Leave me alone."
 
He instantly pushed me up harder against the wall, a tear falling from my eye. "You should choose better words next time, sweetie." he said with a deep chuckle. I tried to kick him, but my stick-like legs were useless against his plump body. Behind him, his friends chuckled at my struggle.
 
"Help! Anyone!" I shouted. My shouts and screams were no use. His head started to slowly fill the gap between us. I tried to wiggle my head from his reach. "So innocent." he said softly.
 
So this was the way I was going to die. I better start thanking people. God, for being by my side from the beginning. Ana, for being the best little sister anyone could ever ask for. My father, for trying to be there for me. Mom, which I will be seeing very soon if I wasn't saved.
 
My thoughts distracted me from real life, the man who was about to ra. pe. (polybot. . . ) me, dropped to the ground with a thud. The laughing from behind him had faded and all I heard were the sounds of cars on the streets nearby and the sound of footsteps running off.
 
I took a deep breath as I slowly pushed myself away from the brick wall. A tall, curly-haired figure stood with his fists still clenched. He was maybe a few years older than me. He began to walk over to me, causing me to step back.
 
"I'm not going to hurt you." he said softly. He began to walk closer to me, allowing me to notice his green eyes and concerned face. I was reassured that he wasn't going to hurt me.
 
"Are you okay?" he asked me.
 
I sighed and nodded my head, "Umm... yeah." I replied and pushed a strand of hair behind my ear. I grabbed my hanging headphones and shoved them into my pocket. I was still shocked about the whole incident that just occurred less than a few minutes ago.
 
"Come, we should get out of here." he said in a hushed tone.
 
I simply nodded and followed the tall boy out of the alley and into the view of the daycare. He leaned up against the brick wall, his skinny black trousers began to blend in with the wall as the sun set. I could finally see his face in color. In addition to his green eyes, he had a mop of curly hair that covered his ears.
 
He smirked, allowing his perfect dimples to show, as he noticed me inspecting him. "Oh, um, thank you for that, uh, thing back there." I thanked him.
 
He smiled, "I was just doing the right thing." he shrugged, "However," he continued, "what were you thinking? That alley is incredibly dangerous." he warned.
 
I shrugged, "I'm hardly ever thinking about what I am doing." I quietly say. I looked across the road, over to the daycare.
 
"I really have to go, but thanks again." I say and give a small wave before turning around and heading to the crosswalk. As I was walking, I heard a shout from behind me, "Don't I get your name?" I turn around and notice the boy start to run towards me. I shake my head and give a small smile before crossing the street and heading inside the daycare.
 
"Hi Hana." I said to the familiar red-haired lady at the front desk. She looked up from her computer and smiled, "Hello Zoella! Ana's back by the TVs with Nikki." she informs me.
 
I reply back with a smile before I open the back room door, revealing a big room where children are playing with toys everywhere. I find Ana, just like Hana said, faced glued to the TV with her best mate, Nikki. I snuck up behind them and softly press my hands on their shoulders, causing them to jump up in shock. They giggled and attacked me with hugs.
 
"Ana, are you ready to go?" I asked after I returned their hugs with messy kisses on the cheek. She nodded and ran over to the cubbie areas, throwing her backpack onto her back. "Bye Nikki!" she shouted as we exited the building.
 
"Put on your jacket, it's getting chilly out." I told her when we started walking back home.
 
"But I'm not cold!" she argued and crossed her arms. I narrowed my eyes at her, causing her angry face to turn into a big smile.
 
"Fine!" she giggles and grabs her thick pink jacket out from her backpack, throwing it onto her body.
 
"Thank you." I gave her a pleasing smile. We started walking back to our flat that was only a little under a mile away, avoiding the same path we took last time.
 
As we were walking, I felt someone's eyes on me. I turned around and saw the same boy who helped me, staring at my sister and I as we walked in the opposite direction of him. He was still leaned against the red brick wall, smiling at us. I shook my head with a smile, giving a small wave as I turned back around.
 
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"What do you want for dinner?" I asked Ana as we entered the flat. She shrugged and threw her purple backpack onto the couch. "How about spaghetti? That's always yummy." she added. I nodded in agreement and headed to the kitchen to start making dinner.
 
Ana ran upstairs to, what I guessed, her bedroom. I giggled at her and set my iPhone onto my iHome, letting the music fill the kitchen as I cooked. The lock at the front turned to reveal my father coming inside.
 
"Hey Zoe." he said as he closed the door behind him, stopping the cold air from making its way inside the flat. "Hi." I said softly as I put the marinara sauce into a pot.
 
"Did you pick up Ana?" he asked me after kissing my on the temple. I nodded, "As usual." I answered as the memories of the 'attack' came back to me. He smiled and hugged me again. He was in an unusually good mood.
 
"Hey dad," I started, "not to ruin the whole mood, but... why are you in such a good mood?" I practically laughed out as he kissed me on the forehead once again. He chuckled as he walked away and up the stairs, "No reason!"
 
I shook my head and finished making dinner, adding a few spices to the sauce before calling out, "Dinner!" loud enough for Ana to hear from upstairs. I began to make plates and set the table for Ana and I because I knew my father never ate dinner with us down here.
 
I puffed out a small amount of air to blow my hair out of my face. What was taking her so long?
 
"Ana, come on! It's getting cold!" I shouted after five more minutes of waiting. I sighed and got up from my seat and jogged up the stairs to her room. I opened the door, ready to yell at Ana, only to find an empty, but messy, room. I ran a hand through my ombré hair, biting my lip.
 
I popped my head into my father's office where he was working on some project for his work. "Have you seen Ana?" I asked him. He barely looked up from his work, giving me a slight shake of the head.
 
I groanded and decided that she might be in my father's room. I skipped down the hall into my father's bed room, stopping dead in my tracks. I realized that this was the second time I've been in this room since my mother's death.
 
I gulped and faught back the tears that were forming in my eyes. I took a deep breath before I walked in, searching around the room for my little sister. As I was looking around, I noticed the closet light was on with the door cracked slightly open.
 
My feet stumbled over to the closet, resting my hand on the door knob before turning it. The door opened to reveal Ana, sitting Indian-Style on the floor. I followed her gaze to my mother's clothes. I could tell that she had small drops of tears falling out of her small brown eyes, resembling my mother's.
 
She noticed my presence as I slowly sat down next to her. Her tears started to run down faster. I immediately brought her small body onto my lap, wiping the tears away with my finger. Ana began to break down and cry harder. I pulled her hair back from her eyes and began to rock her just like our mom did to us.
 
"Shh... you're okay." I cooed into her ear.
 
She sniffled a few times and then her crying calmed down into a steady breathing pattern. I pulled her long and thick brown hair back behind her shoulders so I could see her face. I kissed her on the cheek, causing her to put on a small smile and hug me.
 
We sat there for a few minutes, on the floor of the closet, just hugging each other. Ana spoke up, "Zoe, what was mummy like?" she asked me.
 
I smiled and wiped a tear that was forming in my eye, "Well, Ana, mummy was the sweetest person anybody could have ever met." I started, "She always helped out others and asked for absolutely nothing in return. She was so beautiful with her long and dark brown hair and dazzling brown eyes. Infact, she looked exactly like you." I said and touched Ana's nose causing it to crinkle with a small giggle.
 
I continued, "She also loved you, daddy, and I very much. She'd cross the ocean for any of us.. She..." I trailed off as memories flooded back to me. I knew I couldn't continue without breaking down.
 
"Why would I have to cross the ocean?" Ana questioned, "I would go on a ship!" she exclaimed.
 
I smiled at her, "You silly girl." I tickled her, "I was just using that as an example. She would've, though, if she had to." I laugh.
 
I remember all the times she used to take me down to the pond by our flat in the Spring before my sister was born. We would kneel down by the edge and feed the ducks the crust of our bread from the homemade sandwiches we brought. I remember whenever someone told her a joke, even if it was lame, she would laugh so hard. The kind of laugh that makes everyone else follow along. I've been told my laugh is like hers. Most importantly, I remember the way she used to love my dad and how he loved her back.
 
I got up from my spot on the ground and put out my hands for Ana to grab, "Come on lil' birdy, let's go eat dinner." I told her.
 
She smiled and grabbed my hand. We walked hand-in-hand down the stairs and into the kitchen to go start eating dinner.
 
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I don't know if it was because I no longer had to go to school or that it was my favorite season, but I was glad winter was coming. I loved every little thing about winter. From the snow, to the fuzzy socks, to the hot coco and fire, it was an all around good time of the year. It seemed relaxing and cozy to me.
 
I guess I would miss going off to college and seeing my friends everyday, but I knew that staying home and becoming a "mother" was the right thing. I couldn't let my sister grow up where she is home alone for most of the day. It was my job to raise her correctly.
 
Yes, I was a little upset that my dream of going to college, traveling, and meeting new people was not going to happen, I am not going to lie. However, I didn't absolutely need any of those. I could do those things later on in life.
 
You see, I always thought about these things before bed. That's probably why I am so tired in the morning.
 
I turned over onto my side and stared out the window, looking at the flickering street lamp. It was 2:00 A.M. and I still couldn't get any sleep. I sighed and got up from my bed, turning on my lamp in the process. The only thing I did if I couldn't get any sleep, which happened a lot, was read.
 
I picked up my book from my book case and laid back down in my bed, engulfing myself into the book's words and riddles.
 
Before I knew it, I was fast asleep with my book slowly falling onto my shoulder.
 
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{Niall’s POV}
“Hey guys, I’m gonna go for a walk!” I called to the rest of the guys, who grunted, signaling they heard me.
I walked out the door; there was a very pretty looking park just down the street. I took off down the sidewalk.
The park was full of people, mostly couples, walking around. Flowers were blooming along the path.
A black backpack was sitting amongst the violets. I went and picked it up, wanting to find the rightful owner. When I looked closer, I noticed a camera sketched on it with a white pen.
Up ahead a little ways was a girl, buried headfirst in the flower bushes.
I walked over to her, holding the backpack.
Once I was over to her I noticed the camera in her hands, head cocked to the side, trying to get the perfect shot of a light pink rose.
“Hey!” I said, making her jump and look up.
Her face changed ever so slightly, and I knew she recognized me. I silently pleaded that she wouldn’t start fangirling.
She stood up. She was really cute, wearing a ruffled black skirt, black tights, red heels, an off-the-shoulder top with stars all over it and a red shoulder bag. She had curly brown hair and deep brown eyes you could get lost in.
“Hi. . .”
“Did you lose something?” I asked, grinning and holding up the backpack.
“OhmiGod! Thank you! If I lost that-!” she said in a rush, taking the bag from me.
She swung the backpack over her un-used shoulder.
“Thanks again! I’m Isabella!” She said, sticking out her hand.
I shook it.
“I’m Niall!”
“I know who you are silly! I love your music! I listen to it all the time!” she flashed her stunning smile again.
I chuckled lightly; glad she didn’t start screaming or something like that.
 
Isabella’s POV
OMG! I’m. Talking. To. Niall. Horan!!
My brain was screaming. But on the outside, I was completely normal. Grinning and laughing, wanting to hug him like crazy!
Unconsciously I started to walk, quite slowly. Niall followed, eyes glued to my face.
My face was burning!
Suddenly I couldn’t take it any longer. I stopped and turned to him.
“Could—Could I hug you?”
If it was possible, my face got even hotter.
 
Niall didn’t look very surprised by my question, and I supposed he got that a lot.
“Of course! You didn’t even have to ask!” he said, spreading his arms wide.
I stepped into his arms, which enveloped me in a warm embrace. Our skin touched, it was a brief touch, but in that moment, I felt something.
A spark of lightning.
When I pulled away and looked into his eyes, I knew he’d felt it too.
The spark.
 
I bit my lip and grinned at the ground. Niall’s finger hooked under my chin.
“What?” he asked.
“Nothing . . . . “ I stuttered, looking directly into his sky colored eyes
“Ok . . .” he whispered, unconvinced.
We started walking again and Niall asked “So, what do you do?”
“I’m a photographer, I help out at a studio.” I replied, my cheeks hurt from smiling so much, but I couldn’t bring myself to stop!
“What about you?!” I asked jokingly.
“Hahaha! I sing for a living!” he chuckled
“Really?!” I played along with my own joke.
“Yeah! You want to hear some?!”
I nodded enthusiastically.
“Am I asleep, Am I awake or somewhere in-between, I can’t believe that you are here and lying next to me, or did I dream that we were perfectly entwined, like branches on a tree or twigs caught on a vine.”
 
He sang me one of my favorite songs.
He touched my hand, as though he was going to take it, which he did.
He kissed it lightly.
I heard my phone buzz, ruining the moment.
I took it out of my bag and looked at the ID. My best friend and someone I worked with, was calling me.
“Sorry, I need to take this! It will only be a second!” I said before answering it.
“Where are you Bellie?! I need you! Hurry up!” she yelled before hanging up again.
Eyes wide, I put it back into my bag.
“Sorry about that! I need to go. . . .” I moaned. I didn’t want to leave Niall and his gorgeous eyes.
But sadly, it didn’t work that way.
“Oh! That’s okay! But could I get your number?” he asked, it was his turn to blush.
“Sure!”
I gave it to him and got another ‘Horan hug’ in return (along with his number)
 

By the name of my little tale you could maybe tell that ‘Horan hugs’ are a big part of the story. Maybe you didn’t think so. But I know that without that hug, my husband wouldn’t be here with me, giving me a hug.
My favorite kind.
A Horan Hug!
 

 
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*Kira's POV*

I finally woke up from a good night's sleep and stumbled downstairs to find Mrs Madeline already starting breakfast,I offered to help her with the eggs and I must say I was doing quite a good job of it.Memo stumbled downstairs while I was on my 6th, she looked tired and mumbled something about "chatting with Louis" I stared at her for a long time and I would've kept staring if the smoke alarm didn't go off which was when 2 things happened at once:my phone went off and started ringing and I looked down at the pan to see my eggs burning.I threw the pan quickly under the tap and answered my phone,it was Zayn.The conversation went a bit like this.

Me:Hello
Zayn:Hi, is this Kira?
Me:Kira speaking loud and clear Sir!!
Zayn:(chuckles) I guess your'e up then.
Me:Yeah I've got the eggs going right now.
Zayn:Really!
Me:Yeah,I'm quite a pro with the flipper thing.
Zayn:Really?
Me:Like yea-
"Kira,my cereal is on the floor"Memo cried out from the hall."How'd it get there"I asked "I was thinking about Louis and it tipped over"she replied.
Zayn:What's this I hear about Louis?
Me:Oh nothing,just Memo thinking about him.
Zayn:Looks like someone's got a cruuuuush!
Me:Ya think!
Zayn:Think you can hook em' up?
Me:Are you challenging me?
Zayn:Maybe I am.
Me:Your on.
Zayn:What are we playing on?
Me:200 pounds for the first person to hook them up.
Zayn:Deal.
Me:Well kind sir,I'd love to stand and chat but I have some eggs to make.
Zayn:Why thank you kind lady for your words of kindness but I too have to leave you now..Soooooo bye!!!

"Okay people here are the eggs"I say as I walk in to the hall to find all the girls sitting on the table looking at Memo who has her face in her cereal.Mrs Maddy(as I now call her)and her husband had gone to work and Sonnet's cousins had gone to school,work.So we had the house to ourselves.Sonnet suggested that we make cupcakes and ice them however we want.Jenny immediately got the batter going and Sonnet started the icing,Memo was in charge of thinking up designs.I just stood there and made sure everything was clean.

* Still My POV*
When we finally spotted my aunt we were exhausted and my aunt said how big and beautiful I had become."I was 13 the last time I saw you aunty,obviously I have to grow"I replied "Well you girls must be tired,let's get you home" she said. The ride to my new home for 2 years wasn't that long but it was very happy and chatty and everything but as soon as my aunt opened the door I was bombarded with screams and hugs from my cousins Olivia(24) and Sienna(17) Good lord had they grown,Sienna was very pretty and she had adopted the "british"accent since she was about 5 when they moved here and Olivia was as usual beautiful and already working as a lawyer I soon found out. While all the hugging and everything was going on my friends coughed just so that I knew that they were alive.I introduce them to my cousins and uncle. But the downside was that I din't get the good night's sleep I was hoping for but what the heck...

Jenny's POV*

I cannot believe these people! Am I the only person who wants to get out of this airport?! I mean seriously,Memo just HAD to start screaming just because she saw Louis Tomlinson.!!? I mean he is a HUMAN!! And I just want to get out of this airport and take a shower and sleep. Is that too much to ask for?!!
So while all the commotion was going I was just looking at my watch,my passport and the door but the thing was that I felt watched.When I turned around I thought I saw Liam looking at me but seriously I must have been hallucinating.Sonnet,making it clear that she was bored started listening to songs on her phone while Zayn and Kira were chatting like old friends.Then when Louis and Memo came back from the washroom I just grabbed her suitcase and whistled to the others and said"Let's go" and started walking to the door.I had to wait a while coz the guys were exchanging numbers and when we finally got out of the busy airport we had to go back because Sonnet was still sitting on the floor listening to music and when we came to where she was the last time she wasn't there!!!The guys said that Niall had taken her outside.Then we had to go outside....again. It was so FRUSTRATIING!!!!!

 

 

*My(Sonnet's)POV*

So I was listening to music with my volume way up and I didn't hear anything that civilization said so obviously I didn't hear Jenny calling us to go home and then when I finally realised they were gone I started panicking....Niall offered to take me outside since I didn't have the foggiest idea which way was out.So yeah he's a sweet guy but weird though.Niall I mean.There wasn't much talking involved when we were walking coz I was listening to songs and I only stopped when I was going to enter a gate that lead to plane that was going to China,Niall had to come running after me and took my hand before I could step in.I was annoyed so I snapped at him saying"What??!!" "You were going to board a plane that was going to China!"he replied."Oh"I smartly said(not)We walked a long way before realizing we were still holding hands actually I should have noticed that that must have been the reason for my heart beating fast...very fast."I should probably stop listening to music"I said trying to have a go at an actual conversation."Yeah"he replied "Don' wanna end up on a plane to India now do we"I said with a laugh.I wished I didn't say it right after I opened my mouth.He didn't laugh.....,I felt like an idiot.When we got outside I couldn't see Jenny or the others anywhere so I guessed that they must have gone back inside to look for me,sure enough about 10 minutes(of silence)later I saw Jenny with her hair sticking out everywhere coming out of the exit and then I turned to Niall and said"I think I can handle it from here,Thanks and bye!"and I went after them to recieve a good and long lecture from Jenny as to why I should never listen to music in an airport.