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My past.

chappie 1

Adrienne's pov
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Adrienne starred out into the lights of London. sometime catching herself starring at the dark clouds.

nothing has been the same since harry left. Nothing.
her friends continuously tell her she needs to stop dwelling on the past and move on.

she's tried but its not fair to the gentlemen she's went on dates with and felt nothing.
she wonders 'does harry still think of her like she thinks of him' almost every day but she knows the answer to that she just doesn't want to believe it.

everybody thinks she's fine she has a nice house.


she drives a nice car.
But she's not. she needs harry. But she knows one thing harry doesn't need her.

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The Next Day
Adrienne got dressed into this:http://www.polyvore.com/untitled_127/set?id=100787081
and headed to her car to look for a new job. Since she was 'slacking' on the job.

she decided to stop at a coffee shop to get her more excited
but she didn't know how who's excited about getting a new job.

she walked into the coffee shop and ordered her usual chocolate chip frappe
but something unusual happened. the lady working at the counter whispered to her

''hey did you watch that video of two girls dancing instructions to this flash mob that's suppose to happen?''

I nodded my head slowly I did its for one direction

''go its starting'' she pushed me out to the court

''hey are going to join us'' this teenage girl asked

''yeah. sure'' I said as she grabbed me and whispered what we are doing first.

all of the sudden we got pushed into the crowd and we started dancing

I looked up at this large glass window and there stood one direction starring at the crowd. besides harry who was starring at me. I hope.

Notes

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and guys im so sorry if the third person sucks. this is my first time writing this way.

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