Alex's POV Oh. My. God. Are my weary eyes playing tricks on me, or did I just see Niall Horan, In the flesh? 'Right, Al. You just need to calm down,' I told myself. I always talk to myself when I need to just relax my mind. It is part of my self therapy. But suddenly, all I could think about was him, the way he smiled at me and sang with me. I just couldn't see how this wonderful, sunny day could get any better! It was a shame, I just sped up and drove off though. I was just shocked to find out who the beautiful mystery boy actually was. I didn't know what to do. So I did what I do best, and ran away. 'Right, stop beating yourself up about it!' a voice in my head started saying to me. The radio presenters on my car radio started to go on some long winded lecture about diferent types of car, and I wasn't interested. I knew a good way to calm myself would be to listen to music while my long drive continued. So I took out my little pink iPod nano that is square shaped. I plugged it into the stereo jack and set it to a playlist that had all my favourite songs on it, including The Script, Taylor Swift and Jack Johnson. The first song that came on was Small Bump by Ed Sheeran. You're just a small bump unborn In four months you're brought to life You might be left with my hair But you'll have your mother's eyes I'll hold your body in my hands, be as gentle as I can But for now you're a scan of my unmade plans A small bump, in four months you're brought to life And I'll whisper guietly And give you nothing but truth If your not inside me I'll put my future in you You are my one and only And you can wrap your fingers round my thumb And hold me tight You are my one and only You can wrap your fingers round my thumb And hold me tight, and you'll be alright At this point my eyes were starting to get extremely watery, and the danger of a few tears spilling over was prominent. You see, Rick (my ex that was mentioned earlier), well, I was 18 and still in a relationship with him but I wasn't ready for a sexual relationship yet. One day I was walking home from school when I was attacked and pulled into a transit van. I had blacked out after I was beaten up. I woke up in a cold room, naked and tied to a bed frame. i tried screaming, but then either Rick, or one of his three best friends, would come in and rape me until I passed out again. I can't remember how I escaped. I just remember waking up in a hospital room, with a doctor telling me that my insides were so badly damaged that I wouldn't be able to have children. My parent's didn't bother to come to the hospital so it was my Godmother (who I consider my real mother) who took care of me. Now, three weeks later here I was, starting my new life. I was about halway to London at this point, and I needed the bathroom really badly. Note to self, Never have a Large drink before a long road trip! I stopped at the nearest service station, to get some food (I get hungry easily) and do what I needed to do. After being gone for ten minutes, I was back at my car, when I realised there was a handwritten note wedged between my windscreen and the wiper.

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