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"Victoria are you coming up to help me?" my grandmother called from the attic.

Since I had a free weekend I figured I'd spend it at my grandmother's house. If I had of known I would be cleaning all weekend long. I would have found something else to do. I walked into the hallway and I saw steps had been let down that led you into the attic. Once I got to the top I saw my grandma surrounded by boxes."What's all this stuff?" I asked her examining the boxes.

"Old clothes, your mom's toys when she was kid, and pictures."She said. "Why did you keep all this old stuff you can't use anymore?" I asked as I rummaged through them.

"They're my memories, but I think its time to finally get rid of some of it." She answered. I sat down across from her and scooted a box closer to me. As I began to pull things out I came across some old dolls.

"Mom use to play with guy dolls?" I asked as I held up a plastic blond haired doll.

"Actually that's mine."Grandma laughed as she took the doll out of my hand. I watched as she held the doll in her hand. She had a massive smile on her face. "This doll brings back so many memories."

"What's so special about him?" I asked.

"This was Niall Horan from one of the biggest boy bands, called One Direction. Those fives guys were loved by millions." She said.

"And i'm guessing including you?"I said.

"Of course. I was in love with them when I was around your age." She laughed. "What about grandpa?" I joked.

"I loved him too." She said. I continued to look through the boxes and I came across three more boy dolls. I held them up to my face. "Really?" I asked her.

"Yes really." She smiled.

"Wait, didn't you say it was five of them? You're missing one" I asked.

"Yeah but i'm sure he's in one of these boxes up here." She said. "Oh look!" She chirped. I moved to where she was sitting, so I could get a better look at the picture she was looking at. "Is that them?" I asked.

"This was a photo I took of them at one of their concerts." Grandma said proudly. I looked at all their faces and I have to admit they looked actually cute when they were teenagers. We stared at the picture for what felt like an eternity.

"I'm parched you want me to go down to the kitchen and bring us up something to drink?"

"Sure." I said.

"I will be right back." My grandmother said as she walked out of the attic. I was left sitting alone in the creepy attic. I continued to go trough boxes to look for grandma's missing doll. "Ugh! Where could it be ?" I said out loud.

I walked to the only box at the end of the attic. As I bent down to begin searching through it. I started to hear footsteps. At first I thought it was my grandma trying to sneak up on me and scare me. I turned around to find that it wasn't my grandmother, but the boy from my that photo. He looked the exact same way from the picture. He also looked incredibly young too. Same smile, same curly brown hair, and same emerald eyes that were fixated on my blue ones.

"Looking for this?" He said with a deep English accent while holding out a doll that slightly ressembled him. I was completely mortified. I wanted to scream to the top of my lungs. I watched as he smiled down at me. Maybe I was hallucinating. Like my mind was playing tricks on me, but he looked pretty real to me. He looked real enough to touch. I closed my eyes in the hopes that he would disappear. My theory was quickly proven wrong. The both us remained silent. It was definetely more than one person in the attic.

I stood up and darted towards the door. Just as I turned around to see if he or it was gone. I saw him standing in the far end of the attic. "You don't know how long I have been waiting for you to finally see me." He said just before he disappeared.