Dear One Direction

Georgia's POV

There was a snap coming from behind me. I turned around, letting go of Key, and seeing a guy with a camera.

"Georgia! Who is this girl?" I looked at Key.

"Hi! I'm Key," the girl said happily. I smiled at her optimistic personality.

"Hi Key! Who are your parents? Are you related to Georgia," the man asked. Key opened her mouth, then closed it, frowning.

"Im... I don't know," she answered the first question. The man snapped a couple more pictures of Key.

"You don't know who your parent are? Are you abandoned," I asked worriedly. She shrugged and nodded. I gasped.

"Do you wanna come home with me? You could meet most of the boys," I say. She looks confused.

"Most?"

"I'm not exactly sure if Niall will be there," I say darkly. He's been coming and going as he pleased, trying to talk to me. No, he didn't apologize. He wanted to 'help' me, though.

I haven't cut for a while! He should at least ask me that! If not, why!

"Oh, okay, Georgia," Key said and snapped me back into the real world.

Luckily, I didn't live far away from where we were. We went only maybe a few blocks, occasionally getting mobbed, but in the end, safely back to my house.

It was eerily quiet. Weren't the boys here? And I thought Perrie was home from tour, too.

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