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lot of cursing um yeah thank you

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k h y l e i n

out of all things he could of done he did it.

"oi troublemaker, come to dinner with me" he yelled chasing after me

"i am sorry i don't know you" i simply shrug walking off

"come on troublemaker, one date please" he pleads his eyes piercing into me.

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i look around at my surroundings. i don't belong here is what my first thought was. i actually did take the offer of dinner because hey free food.

"so troublemaker-"

"it's khylein" i sneer taking a bite of the salad

"khylein, who are you?" he asks

"what do you mean?"

"tell me about yourself"

"i'd rather not, what about you mr superstar?" i cock an eyebrow.

"eh read the tabloids, they'll tell you" niall smiles eating his steak "you are really beautiful you know?"

"as flattering as that sounds, i know it's not the truth" i stab my salad a bit to hard

"but you are" he insist trying to grab my hands, i imediantly pull away. i stand up storming out of the place.

like who gives a flippin fuck because i don't, i didnt belong there anyway

i hate people.

where the fuck is a bar?

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