Dear One Direction

Georgia's POV

It was about three months since Niall had gotten out of the hospital. He really missed everything; his fans, his singing, his FOOD.

I was going over to my friend Keke's house in California, and Niall had came with me. He was somewhere around here. I let my friend Elouise babysit Key that week.

Keke had a really, really bug house, but small for living in California. I swear, I I had only seen Keke's house, I would have thought she was richer than... I don't really even know.

I walked up the stairs, deciding I would explore the house a little but before Keke and I went shopping. I saw there were four bathroom, three master bedrooms and I had seen only two of the three guest bedrooms.

I made my way up the winding staircase, the one that makes you dizzy at the end. The floors were really thin, and I got scared of fall down.

I looked around, and saw a couple closets for God-knows-what. They were purple, and yet lilac in a cool way.

I heard a small movement behind one of the doors. I looked to my left, and to my right, trying to figure out where it came from. I decided to go in the one in front of me.

"Hello," I asked as I opened the door. It was an empty closet. I did the same with other four or five doors, all beig embarrassed by closets.

There was one door left, and this had to be the last guest room.

I crack the door open maybe an inch or so, not making a sound. I saw what looked like a leg with dark jeans on it disappear from what I could see.

I opened the door more now, peaking my head in. Two forms were pressed up against the wall, which I saw was teal.

I made out a girl-- long, dark blackish brown hair and tan skin, her eyes closed.

Wait.

No.

That was Niall pressed against her, sucking her face!

I silently gasped in horror, shutting the door, getting away from the horrible sight.

Keke and Niall were kissing.

I ran down the spiral staircase, into the bedroom I was staying in. I threw all my clothes, electronics and belongings into the suitcase and zipped it up.

I opened the door, and went down to the first floor. I stood in front of the front door. I turne and looked at the staircase, sadly and longingly.

"Goodbye Niall," I said, opening the door and walking out.

Notes

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