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Niall Horan Fanfic Chapter 24: Time to Move On
    I looked at the screen. I couldn’t believe this. Ally’s parents were calling me. I contemplated letting it go to voicemail. I didn’t want to have to deal with them now. Niall looked at me.
“Babe, answer it.” He said.
    I nodded at him.
“Hello?” I said angrily.
“Look Hazel, we weren’t finished talking.” Ally’s dad said.
“Well, I was.” I said.
“You need to hear us out. Our daughter, our only child has just died, we only want to make sense of things.” He said.
“You can make sense...

hana's POV:

i wish the girls won't call out for one direction but i know they are crazy about them so..

hayam :"ooh ! one direction we are big fans"

niall:'' thank you girls"

at that moment i was standing steadily don't know what to do ..

zayn:"hi hannony,how are you ?"

ashley,marry,sue and hayam looked at me waiting for respond ,,

me:"fine, and what about you zayn ?"

zayn:"fine, are you ok ? you seem angry or something"

marry:"ya , should be shy as she's talking to 1/5 of one direction "
no body laughed to that joke except harry
zayn was like still asking his question

me:"no, i'm ok"

lou:"wanna have...

AL's POV
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The unknown twin sister of one of the most famous guys in the whole world. I've always been his favorite. He's talked about our other sisters, but he doesn't want me to be sucked into this whole fame thing. Even his 4 closest friends don't know about me. And his girlfriend might not either. Every Directioner knows about Félicité, Charlotte, and the other set of twins, Phoebe and Daisy. Then there's me, Al Tomlinson, the one no one knows about. It's kind of fun, pretending to be the crazy fan with the VIP ticket so the guys wouldn't expect anything. Of course that means...

Author's Note: I do not own any companies mentioned or One Direction.

NIALL's POV
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Okay. This didn't work very well for Harry but I think it'll work for me. I just lit up 45 candles on a bridge. I think it's beautiful. I have a picnic of Nando's in the middle. I can't cook. I called her.

... Ring... Ring... Ring....
"Hello?" I heard her sweet voice flood through the phone.
"Hey Al. Come to the park. Go to the bridge."
"The one that I love?"
"Yeah. The pretty one."
"Okay. Be there in 10!" she said and hung up.
I started putting flowers everywhere. I had bought 11 bouquets. 10 to decorate...