Fate (One Direction Fan Fiction)

Warning: This story may contain many harsh scenes and curse/swear words.

Meghan. Officially 18 years old. Dip-dyed brown hair.
I have something to say now, just a few words, and I think it can describe my horrible life story.

X Factor. One Direction. Best Friends. Caroline Flack. Betrayal. Love.
Those ten words will help you through my story.
The story, I will never regret telling to everyone, because this story? Its worth hearing, at least I think.
I hope you understand where I'm coming from, because if you don't, then stop listening.
Why did I mention Caroline Flack? She's my mother.
Meaning me? I'm Meghan Flack, her daughter. I was second placer in the X Factor, the same year One Direction was on it. They were my best friends until my mother had to ruin our relationship and they betrayed me saying the worst things, until one day, I bump into them, and I keep up my hatred for them. But there's a thin line in between love and hate. Will I be able to keep myself on the side of hatre

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18. Epilogue.

 

It's been four years since Meghan died.

I'm twenty-five now, she was supposed to be twenty-two.

I've moved on, and found someone who I think I truly love. She had brown curls, and muddy brown eyes. Her name was Eleanor Calder. A twenty-four year old model.

I don't know if you know her, maybe you do, maybe you don't.

I can sense that Eleanor holds deep secrets inside, I just can't identify what they are, or who they're about.

I took Eleanor shopping one day, and sat outside of the store she was in, Victoria's Dresses, which was the store Meghan died in front of, on a bench.

The store brought back that bad memory, but as I had just said, I've moved on.

There I sat right in front of the dress shop Eleanor was in. I couldn't go inside because I knew I would see the dress Meghan wanted for her nineteenth birthday.

I looked up from my thoughts and saw hair that was familiar. 

The girl with the blonde curls and the fringe, wearing the same red dress from that day looked to her left, which was me.

I saw the familiar face I haven't seen in many years.

She stood there, with a confused look on her face, but I could sense in her that she recognized me.

Only one question rang through my mind,

"How is she alive?"

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"Meghan."

 

 

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Author's Note:

This Epilogue was written in Louis' POV.

Well, that's the END of Fate.

The sequel will start soon, I promise.

And you're all probably gonna ask me,

"HOW IS SHE FREAKING ALIVE?!?!!" 

Well... you'll see.

Love you all, and I hope you enjoyed the first book in the 'Fate' Series!

MWAH!

xoxo,

Lauren Sason

 

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