Hug Me?

Carter hasn't had a full life with things she wanted.

She got used to it.

Her likes are reading fan fictions and occasionally going on Omegle.

When she finds someone on Omegle that only lived 10 minutes away from here which is rare.

They planned to meet up sometime but Carter forgot all about that when she finds out that her parents die in a car crash.

She doesn't know what to do so she runs, she runs into the centre of London.

Cold and alone, a man finds her. A man not only other than Simon Cowell who is involved with a particular boy and named One Direction.

A story of Drama, Hate, Love and Life.

Follow Carter on her life story.

Yeah the summary is sucky but please please read the story and follow it!

I promise you will like it! Feel free to add input on what YOU think should happen in the comments!


3. Chapter 2

Carter’s POV

The sun shone in my eyes. What time is it? I slowly sat up and stretched out my arms. They were stiff, which for me meant I had a deep sleep. I looked across the room in my mirror. My hair was a mess. I vaguely remember having a small nightmare, but I don’t recall what it was about. What time is it? Oh wait, I already asked that. But I do wanna know the answer. I searched around my room while still in bed for my laptop. My eyelids are really heavy so it’s hard to see clear. I found my laptop beside my bed on the floor. Before I opened it, I looked around once more at my small bedroom. It was old and out of date. But It’s all I have. I opened up the screen and the backlight glared into my eyes as well as the sun making me squint. It was 11:00 already!?

I needed to go and apologize about my grumpiness last night. I slowly crept out of bed. I let my feet dangle off the edge then pressed my weight to my feet as the cool floor temperature shoot up my body from my feet.

I decided that I should get dressed right away so they won’t be suspicious that I went to be later. I crept down stairs only to find silence. My parents weren’t even here!

I ran into every room in our small house to find nothing. They must have gone out for breakfast without me! Now I have every right for being mad. They never told me they were going to leave. No note, nothing.

I heard a knock at the door. I immediately descended to the ground. I could be a creeper. I crept to the window and peered. A police officer. A wave of panic came over me. What’s going on?

I opened the door.

“What’s going on?” I asked quietly not sure if I want to know the answer.

The officer’s words just kind of mashed together. I just stood there. Taking it all in.

“What?!” I managed to choke out startled.

“There was a car crash.” He said. I took his hat off. I just stood there.

I felt hot and cold all over at the same time. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t breath, I couldn’t make a sound. My throat hurt and my words were all tied up. I didn’t know what to do. I was so confused. This wasn’t supposed to happen to me.... or them. Please tell me this is a bad dream, but it’s not a dream. My parents are gone and I’m all alone.

Then I remembered, the police officer was still there. I looked up at him and placed my hands on my cheeks, no tears. My head is a mess. I start breathing heavily.

“Miss, will you be alright? If you would just follow me..” He started.


“Miss, we have lovely foster care homes for yo.......”

I pushed past him and ran. I ran as fast as I could.

Air, I needed air. It was as if my parents breathed it all up with their last dying breaths. I raced down the sidewalk in pouring rain and directly into the city. I didn’t stop until I reached an unknown alley. I leaned heavily onto a titanium pole that dimly lit up the dark alley. It was rush hour so people were all too busy to notice a barefooted girl, soaked from rain. I then broke down, slide down the pole into a crouched position, buried my face into my hands and cried. No emotion in the world can explain how I am feeling right now.

I watched life go by - people walking with umbrellas, cars passing. I have no idea what I’m going to do. Where am I going to stay? If I go back to the house, the police will find me and who knows where I’ll end up.




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