Pen Pal.

Ashley (Ash), is moving to London with her recently divorced father. Ash is 17 years old. She doesn't know anyone there, so she decided to start writing to another boy that lives in London. Once she moves to London, she is dying to meet him. She is very surprised to who she finds. One Direction. Which one does she fall for. What happens when her past bites her in the butt. What about her best friend Alex, she has to fall for one of them too! How does she cope about her dad? And the biggest question, which one of her friends killed him? Read it to find out!

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30. I want to die.

Ashley's P.O.V.

Out of all people, Niall was the LAST person I would ever expect to hurt me so bad. To make it worse, with his best friend's recent ex. Like come on! Are you kidding me? I was driving down the road, not very sure where I was going. I didn't want to go back to the house because everyone would be asking me what happened. So I decided to go where my dad was found. It wasn't so scary in the day time. I was the only person here. "Dad," I started talking. "I don't know what to do anymore. I lost you, my best friend, the best dad in the world. I don't know if I can deal with this anymore. Niall has been hooking up with another girl, behind my back. The only good thing is that Mary didn't kill me. I don't know what is going on dad. What do I do?" I really felt like my dad was there, listening to me. I have never felt so lost in my life. I spent a few more minutes there then back in my car. I just started driving. I was out of London, soon I had made it to Glasgow. I pulled up to my old house and just stared at it. I wasn't sure who was living there, if anyone was at all. I knocked on the door, about to introduce myself when my.. mom answered? "Babe!" She said reaching in for a hug. I just shook my head no uncontrollably. "Can I please talk to you?" She asked politely. I just rolled my eyes and barged into the house. I sat on a bar stool and stared at a wall. "Look, I know what has happened in the past." My eyes started to water thinking about everything she did. Then I remembered the times she was actually there for me. She used to help me with my hair, even put make up on me. That was all before she starting doing drugs. "Go ahead." I told her. "I am sorry, I was a mess. I can never take back how cruel I was too you. But I want to start over. There hasn't been a day that has gone by that I haven't thought about you and how you are doing." I looked at her, trying to read her expressions. I couldn't help it, I was so alone right now that I started bawling my eyes out to her. She hugged me but this time I didn't reject it. She didn't even have to say anything, I was dying inside. Maybe my mom has changed? She is married now, and has two step kids. Much younger than me. That seem to be fine, not harmed. I don't know if I should give her another chance though. I was still crying in her arms, I had forgotten how having a mom felt. She looked a lot stronger now, she looked healthy too, she is still very pretty and skinny. I had her bouncy curled brown long hair. I had her confident brown eyes. And her nose. We definitely looked alike, in many ways. I stayed at her house that night, my phone was off the entire time. It felt good getting away from the media! I roomed with her 13 year old step daughter. She was very sweet to me, I guess they raised her well. We got up and I did my make up. She watched me do it. "Do you wear any make up?" I asked putting on some mascara. She shook her head no still watching me. "here. Want me to do it for you?" She smiled and jumped up next to me. I started putting some foundation on her, then blush. I then I took my mascara and carefully put it on her eyelashes.  "You are really pretty." She told me holding her eyes open wide. I smiled, while finishing then turned her to the mirror. "So are you." Her eyes lit up and she hugged me. "Thanks!" It's funny to know I have step sisters, I actually have a family. I love it. She walked out of the room and I still sat there just thinking. Oh, and her name is Sophie. I finally turned on my phone. I had what looked like a million messages. Most from Niall. I didn't even look at what they said, I just deleted them. Alex sent me a couple billion, she was probably freaking. She also left me a million voicemails. I listened to half of them, they were mostly all about how she was freaked out and didn't know where I was. Blah dee blah blah. I finally got the guts to call her. She answered on the first ring.

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