"promise me you will be safe" he said looking into my eyes tears now flowing freely from his eyes. I couldn't get myself to speak so I just nodded. " think of me everyday and whenever you feel alone or lost remember all the good times we had together" he wrapped his arms around my body and rested his chin on my shoulder. we stood like that for a while until my plane was called. " he cupped my face in his hands and passionately kissed me. " I love you so so so much and don't forget that" I nodded " I love you to" I said with a horse voice.

Lucy lives in London on her own in a apartment that her uncle built for her. She has had a tough life growing up with her father dying in the army and then her mother committing suicide. she wants to make her father proud by following in his footsteps. on the way she finds the one person that will mean so much to her. will he stop her from going? or will he help her fulfil her dream?


6. Chapter 5

* Lucy's pov*

 It has been a week since Niall had come over to mine and he hasn't called me or even tried to text me. I feel strangely lonely. I don't know why, it feels like something is missing. I definitely don't think its Niall because I have only known him for like a day so it cant be him. Maybe its because I haven't been doing much. I normally get up, wash, get dressed and then I normally go out and just try and find something to do or go looking for a job, like I have been doing for about half a year, I guess people don't like younger people working or even near their shops. Oh well, I guess some people are different.


At the moment I'm walking down a little ally-way in Camden. If you don't know where that is, it is in London but its not all posh and clean, its just different. People are nicer, there are sooooo many different shops to go in, like ones called Cyber- Dog. Its like this HUGE shop with loads of aluminous clothes and stuff. I love looking around them type of shops but I never buy anything because they are maybe a little bit too weird for me or that they are just too expensive. One of my most favourite shops, well its not really a shop, its a floating boat/ club and its called Black Beards, I know inventive, a boat/ club that floats has to be something about pirates why couldn't it of been called....... ummm...... floaty-club- thingy. Haha ok no I think Black Beards can work for now but still its really cool. I normally go there at least once a week or even more, that's if I have the money, which I normally never have.

I'm in this little shop now. I normally go to this shop every time I come to Camden because it reminds me of my Dad. It pretty-much sums up everything about him. His horrible fashion sense, really bright and colourful knick-knack's, strange but cool lamps, don't even ask why he liked them he literally had over 20 different lamps scattered around my house. There are also badges from the Second World War which he used to have from my granddad. There are also paintings around the shop, I know weird shop, my dad used to paint all the time if he wasn't doing anything we would always find him in the art room, or as I called it the room with dads shit. But I would only call it that to annoy him, he knew that I was messing. His paintings were always different to all the other paintings people paint. They meant something to me because they were mainly how he felt and what he saw around him. That's what I miss most about him. His little rants about how he felt, how he never went to bed before 10 or he would have a little strop like a 3 year-old or how he didn't even care what he did he pretty-much did what he felt was right and he didn't care what other people thought. I remember the stories my mum told me when I was younger about when they first met. They were at the beach for the day and my dad forgot his swimming costume so he went skinny dipping in front of like 50 people. My mum always used to go red when she told me that part, and that's why I always used to bring it up whenever she was telling another story.

I stood there smiling like I normally always do when I'm in this shop. The shop owner, like always, is staring at me like I'm some freak. I blush and hide my face with what hair I have. I look around the shop to see if there is anything new. Then I buy any stuff that want. I walk out the shop and walk back down to the river-side and buy this amazing chicken called Bang-Bang chicken, if you haven't ever tried it you have to its the best, its chicken cooked in homemade batter and when you put it in your mouth it crumbles and its sweet but also sour. I have noodles with it or a spring role on the side. I can't normally finish it so I sit there and feed the ducks.

I like sitting there. I like to watch the small boats or barges go past. I like watching the ripples of the water and them ripples make an even bigger ripples and them make an even bigger one until there's a mini wave and then it comes splashing against the side. I like to listen to what's around me. The cars and busses passing beeping each other, the sound of the train going over the tracks or people talking, the loud murmur of different conversations going around.

I sit there for a while until I feel my side vibrate. I realise its my phone and I fish it out of my pocket. I notice I have a text from Niall.


Niall- Hey

Hey, is that it, nothing like I'm sorry for not contacting you for a whole week when you said you would as soon as possible. I just text back Hi. I know its pathetic that I'm upset about such a little thing but I don't like it when you feel like he is only talking to you because there is nothing else to do.

I shrug my shoulders and put my phone back in my pocket. I sit there for a while longer until I get cold and start to head home. I've had a good day so far. I always like going down to Camden. It seems to clear my head of anything unwanted.

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