I'm Yours

Jordan Taylor was just a typical 18-year-old girl who had recently moved to London from America. But she was different from in a way. Unlike every other girl, America or London, she wasn't so crazy over the boyband known as One Direction. One day, she falls, hard. Why? Let's just say a certain blue-eyed, Irish blonde boy was involved...


19. Searching

"Hey sis," I say throwing my suitcase in the trunk of her car and getting into the passenger's seat.

"Hey. I missed you."

We pull up to her small, but very nice, apartment complex building. I grab my suitcase and follow her in. "Wow, it's nice in here," I say walking through her apartment door.

"There's a bathroom, kitchen, living room, and the guest room down the hall, first door to your right."

I roll my suitcase behind me and walk into the guest room. I throw my suitcase on the bed and collapse right nest to it with a sigh. I couldn't stop thinking about Niall. He would've seen the note by now. There was a TV in my room so I switched it on and sat up. I decided to go change into something more comfortable so I I grab a yellow tank top, sweats, and a hoodie. I walked to the bathroom and slipped on the outfit. Then I walked to the kitchen and made some toast. I walked back to my room and sat cross-legged on the bed, flipping through channels. I stopped at a celebrity gossip channel. "Carly Ray Jepsen performed a free concert at the beach yesterday....." The woman on the screen said. I stopped paying attention for a moment until the words "One Direction" were said. "One Directioin's Niall Horan was just seen at the airport in London this morning. He seemed to be in a rush. I super secret source tells us that he was searching for his runaway girlfriend Jordan Taylor who was seen at the airport in London yesterday afternoon alone." Pictures of Niall at the airport appeared and a picture of me at the airport yesterday popped up too. I felt my heart beat harder.

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