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Finally! Meghan was out of the states and living on her own. That's when she met her favorite boy band since almost forever! She gets their autographs, take a picture, secretly wishing she was more to them than just another fan, but knowing that would never ever happen, she went on her way. In and out of the recording studio, on her way to becoming a professional musician and living her dream. But was that run in the end of her journey with the boys? Might another dream, apart from becoming a musician come true. This is the Story of Meghan McCarthy and the beginning of what seems like the end.

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I somehow managed to lift myself to my feet and drag myself to the restroom a few yards away. I started to clean up the bloody mess made on my face. I stared in the mirror. My nose was swollen and without a doubt broken. There was a red mark on my left cheek where she had slapped me. My hair was now a mess. I looked like a mess. Blood splattered my once gray V-neck, and my shorts. I took my phone out of my pocket to find the screen shattered. Tears were now racing down my face and the only thing I could think was that I didn't want Niall to see me like this. The thing is, is that I don't have much of a choice.

I unlocked my phone so it made that clicky noise and saw 2 messages from Niall asking where I was. it had been 17 minutes since I had left and I don't blame him for wondering. I pressed his name so it would call him. My hands were too shaky to text at the moment.

"Meghan where are you?" I could hear his thick accent rich with concern. I attempted to answer but didn't know what to say. I just started crying. I couldn't stop, The tears just came. "Meet me right outside the rest rooms be there in literally 10 seconds. I hung up and walked outside the small building. I saw him walking until he saw me. He started to run. "Meghan what the hell happened?" He took me in for an embrace. I crunched my arms between our chests making myself as little as possible while he wrapped his arms around me. He rested his head on mine and kissed it occasionally. He picked me up and carried me to the car. He set me in softly and climbed to the driver's seat. "Here" Niall handed me a rolled up piece of photo paper. I started to calm down and opened it. It was the picture from the roller coaster. I laughed at our expressions. "I got one for each of us so we'd both remember it." I leaned over and kissed him lightly on the lips.

"Thank you" I whispered our lips barely touching but our foreheads making contact. He both let out a little giggle before we went back to our normal seating positions.

"So, are you planning on telling me why you are covered in blood, and don't tell me you fell, because I don't buy it" We both laughed although it wasn't that funny, just the way he tries to lighten the mood.

"Well... you'll probably be able to find it on the internet pretty soon." I look down.

"What do you mean?" Niall was confused, it showed all over his face.

"Just this girl, called me names and then-" Niall cut me off before I could even hardly start.

"Names? What kind of names?" Anger started to show on his face

"It doesn't really matter. I mean the names aren't anything new. Anyw-" He cut me off again.

"It does matter Meghan. It matters to me because obviously it hurt you someway." His expression started angry then started to soften into a look of concern.

"Just bitch, fat ass, ugly, slut, so on so forth. " I could feel the tears starting to accumulate in my eyes but I refused to let them fall.

"None of that is true you know." Niall gave me that soft comforting look that made me feel warm inside. His blue eyes drawing me in, "Now where did that lead and why will I find this on the internet?" I could feel that he was scared to find out but I continued with my story. I told him all about how they called him stupid and how that set me off and everything.

"I'm so sorry I wasn't there Meghan." A look of guilt swept across his face. I put on a soft smile.

"Don't be, it's not your fault." We just smiled as Niall turned off the car parked in the drive way of my flat, :Do you want to come in?" I asked him.

"Yeah" We both walked in hand-in-hand, "Do you think I may use your restroom?"

"Well yeah, down the hall first door to your right." He left to be gone in a couple minutes. I decided that while I wait I would go to my music room to get things ready for tomorrows work at the studio. I started to get together some of my songs in a  folder to put in my my bag and put my guitar in it's case.

"Wait, don't put it away yet" I turned around a little startled by his entrance.

"Why is that?" I smirked at him. He walked towards me and took the guitar from my hands into his. He picked up a pick that was on a table beside my personal recording equipment.

"This is why" he started playing a beautiful soft tune. "People say we shouldn't be together, to young to know about forever" His voice sent chills through my whole body, "But I say they don't know what they're talk, talk, talking about" I walked over to my computer hooked up to some recording equipment and started recording his song. "This love is only getting stronger, so I don;t want to wait any longer. I just want to tell the world that you're mine girl" He kept singing this perfect song. The words fell off his lips like this song was the most precious thing to him. All the while I wondered if he wrote it, or maybe when. I kept wondering these questions when one popped into my mind and just stuck. Who was this about? This song seem like it meant so much to him, I couldn't help but wonder who he loved like this. His angelic voice came to a soft pause when his eyes fell upon me. "What's wrong? Was it really bad?" That's when I first felt tears on my cool cheeks.

"No no no! it was beautiful. When did you write it?" I walked over to where he sat and took a seat next to him.

"Well thanks love" He planted a soft kiss on my lips, "I was thinking of some of the lyrics on the way home today but I guess the rest of it just came as I was playing" I kissed him, harder this time. My hands wrapped around his neck made their way to his hair. His rested on my hips then started exploring my back down to my bum. He lifted my onto his lap so I was now straddling him.

I brushed my tongue against his lower lip asking for permission that he gladly granted. Our tongues danced together fighting for dominance. He won and I really didn't mind. His lips found their way down my jaw line to my neck.  I let out a soft moan as I can feel him leaving love bites behind.

Niall picks me up and makes his way out of my music room. Our lips never loosing contact, he carries my to my room and lays me down on my queen sized bed. 

I somehow managed to lift myself to my feet and drag myself to the restroom a few yards away. I started to clean up the bloody mess made on my face. I stared into the mirror at the broken girl in front of me. My nose was swollen, most likely broken. A red mark was spread across my left cheek from where the girl had slapped me. My hair a mess, my makeup a mess, I was a mess. Blood splattered my once gray V-neck tee and my shorts. I took my phone out of my pocket to see the screen shattered. Tears were now racing down my face like they were in competition to see who could get to my chin first. I looked back into the mirror and all I could think was that I didn't want Niall to see me like this. I didn't want to ruin our day. The thing is I didn't have much of a choice.

I unlocked my phone so I heard the click noise and saw I had 2 messages from Niall asking where I was. It had been 17 minutes since I had left our spot so I don't blame him for worrying. I pressed the screen where it read his name so it would call him. My hands were to shaky to text at the moment. 

"Meghan where are you?" I could hear his thick Irish accent rich with concern. I attempt to answer but had no idea how to respond. I just started crying. I couldn't stop, the tears just kept flowing out. "Meet me out side the restrooms I'll be there in like 10 seconds" I just hung up and dragged myself outside the small building. I just kept walking toward where we said we would meet until I saw him and he saw me. That's when he actually saw me. He started to run. "Meghan what the hell happened?!" He took me in for an embrace.I crunched my arms between our chests make myself as small as possible while he wrapped his arms around me. He rested his head on mine and kissed it occasionally trying to comfort me. He finally just picked me up carried me to the car. No words said. He set me in the passenger seat before he climbed into the drivers'.

"Here" Niall handed me a rolled up piece of photo paper. I was finally starting to calm down and opened it. It was the picture from the roller coaster. A soft laugh escaped my lips. "I got one for each of us so we'd both remember it" I leaned over and kissed him lightly.

"Thank you" I whispered our lips barely touching but our foreheads making contact. We both let out a little giggle before we went back to our normal sitting positions.

"So are you planning on telling me why you are covered in blood? and don't tell me you fell because I don't buy it" We bothed laughed a bit before i looked at him.

"Well... You'll probably be able to find it on the internet pretty soon" I looked down.

"What do you mean?" I could see confusion written all over his face.

"Just this girl, she was calling me names and then-" Niall cut me off before I could hardly start.

"Name? What kind of name?" Anger started to show on his face.

"It doesn't really matter. The names aren't really anything new. Anywa-" He cut me off again.

"It does matter Meghan. It matters because they obviously affected you in some way" His expression was angry but then started to soften into a look of concern.

"Just bitch, fat ass, ugly, slut, so on and so forth." I could feel the tears start to accumulate in my eyes but I refused to let them fall.

"None of those things are true you know" Niall gave me that soft comforting look that made me feel warm and safe inside. I looked directly into his blue eyes that were drawing me in. "Now where did that lead and why am i going to find this on the internet?" I feel that he was scared to find out but I continued with my story.

I told everything from the beginning to when the called him stupid and how that set me off.

"I'm so sorry I wasn't there Meghan"  A look of guilt swept across his face. I put on a soft smile.

"Don't be it's not your fault" Niall pulled up to my flat. "Do you want to come in?" I asked him.

"Yeah" he nodded. We walked hand-in-hand up to the door. "Where is your restroom?"

"Down the hall and first door to your tight" He left to be gone for at least a couple minutes. I decided that while I wait I would go into my music room and get things ready for tomorrow's day at the studio. I started to collect some of the songs I have been writing and put them into a folder to bring with me. Then i grabbed my guitar from near my key board and started to put it into it's case.

"Wait don't put it away yet" I heard Niall's voice telling me. I turned around to see him standing in the entrance of the room.

"Why?" I asked as he walked past me to grab my other guitar. He took a seat and made sure it was tuned. Of course it already was. I never let my guitars be out of tune for too long. ""Don't try to make me stay, or ask if I'm okay. I don't know the answer." He started singing the song i wrote, It sounded way better when he sang it then when i did. "Don't make me stay the night, or ask if i'm alright. I don't have the answer" I took a seat next too him and started playing my guitar in sink with his. 

"Heartache, doesn't last forever. I'll say i'm fine" We sang together. It sounded like a perfect duet. The softness in our voices coming together. Our voices complimented each others so well it almost sounded like just one angelic voice. He played and sang our duet until my song came to a close. 

"You sing that way better than i do" I told him and he looked over at me and just laughed. "What? I'm serious. It's like i wrote this song for your voice."

"But you didn't. You wrote it for yours and it sounds 10 times better than amazing when you sing it" he looked at me with soft eyes. I could feel my cheeks getting warm as they were sure turning red. "Although as good as it sounds when you sing it, it sounds 1000 times better when we sing it together" I smiled at him. He leaned in a little bit before i closed the rest of the space between us. He was perfect in every way. Gosh what this boy did to me. In this moment i never wanted to let him go.

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