Abigail Evans enjoys very few things; living isn't one of them.

She's been abused for years by her father, as well as being bullied at school by her classmates. Hell, even the teachers bully her. But Abigail isn't going to let them win. So she does the one thing she can think of.

Run away.

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4. Chapter 4

I just stare at her for a minute, until I realise it would probably be best to respond to her.



“Wh-what?” I stumble upon my words. My thoughts are clouded with thoughts of what will happen to me. Why me? The FBI doesn’t have a clue who I am. I haven’t done anything worth the FBI’s attention lately. And I don’t think they’d send the FBI for me running away, I’m not that important. I mean really-



“I was joking,” she says laughing, “I wanted to see your reaction. Relax, woman! You look like you’re gonna have a heart attack!”


“Well I was pretty damn close! Why did you do that?”



“I want to be an actress, that was just improv. I thought it was pretty good, and since you fell for it, it was amazing!” Jane responds beaming. I sigh, oh well. I almost did have a heart attack thou-



“And I’m like ow! You’re giving me a heart attack, getting over you-u!” My phone sings out. One Direction. It’s my best friend, Alyssa, calling me.



“Hay gurl hay!” I greet in a mock gay man accent. (AN: No hate to gay men!)



“Vas happenin, slut?”



“On a plane…”



“Oh my God! Where to?!” She says, basically screaming into the phone.



“London,” I say “I won’t be coming back. Please don’t tell my father! He can’t know.”



“Trust me, babe. I won’t.”



We talk for a while, well, a long time. Just until the flight attendant announces for everyone to turn off their phones and stuff.



I’m in London.



First things first, I need a hotel and a job.



I’ll ask a taxi for the best hotel and I can work at Starbucks. Or maybe Nando’s. Or both.







I get off the plane and find a taxi right away, asking them for the best hotel in town. If I’m going to be staying in London, I want the best experience!



So when I got to the hotel, I was astonished. It was huge!



I bought the best room that they had.



It was on the 69th floor.



No, it was actually on the 33th. But hey, same thing.



And let me tell you one thing, it was worth the price. Two bedrooms, one bathroom, a nice living area accompanied by a flat screen TV, a walk in closet, and a hot tub.



I can’t believe it though, it’s just so beautiful.



I walk into the bathroom and decide to shower. You know, since I just got off the plane and I probably look like shit.




 By the time I get out of the shower, it’s about 5 pm. I get dressed in a black blazer, grey shirt, light wash skinny jeans, and red Vans. I quickly curl my hair and put on some eye makeup. Just for fun, if I’m going out in London, I’m going to want to look nice. I grab my black purse and head out the door, towards the streets of the beautiful London.



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“Um, excuse me. Do you know where the nearest Starbucks is?”



“Just down the road there.”



“Okay, thank you!”



Less than one day in London and I already get lost. It’s Tuesday morning and I just woke up, deciding a coffee would be best. Since I don’t know where anything is, I’m forced to ask random people off the street. And since I’ve been here, I learned that they call a street, a road. There’s a fun fact for you all.



I order a white chocolate mocha and blueberry muffin and sit down. I brought a book with me but that’s about it, not to mention that I know absolutely no one. I did make some plans for today though, I’m going shopping in – what they’d call – a shopping center and getting lunch at Nandos. Who knows, maybe I’ll run into One Direction while I’m there.



Like that will happen…



Yeah, cause all this will turn into one of those terrible fanfictions. I’ll run into them in Nandos and Harry will fall for me, ask for my number and take me out on a date. Next thing you know we’re making babies.



I’ve read a fanfiction like that; never again.



I pull out my book and take a sip of my coffee, getting comfortable in the coffee shop.








10 chapters and two coffees later, I hear an Irish accent popping out from all these British ones. I look up to see the one and only Niall Horan ordering something.



I blink a few times and look back; just to make sure it’s him. By this time, I see Liam come up behind him.



Oh my gosh.



I grab a piece of paper and a Sharpie from my bag and walk up to them.



“Can you please sign this for me?” I ask them, blushing slightly. Liam looks over and I nearly collapse right then and there.



“Sure, love.” His soft, British voice says.



I may look calm on the outside, but I’m planning what our babies would look like on the inside.



He quickly signs it and gives it back to me. Smiling as he does so. I’m just about to walk away when I’m interrupted by the, oh so familiar British accent.



“Hey, would you like to go shopping with us?”



I turn around slowly, my mouth making an ‘o’ shape.



“You want me, to go shopping, with you?” I say slowly.



“Why not,” He shrugs his shoulders, “You don’t look like you’d attack us, plus, you’re American. You probably don’t know this place very well.”



“That seems like a good enough reason, let me get my bag.” I turn back around and start walking towards my bag. I silently scream as I grab my bag and my coffee, throwing away my destroyed muffin.



I pinch myself, making sure I’m not actually dreaming but I learn (very painfully) that I am indeed awake.




Is this a fanfiction or something? 


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