Counting My Wishes

I'm just an average girl that is sarcastic, funny, and always being myself. I'm not the typical girl you would think I am. I don't go crazy for the new fashion lines that girls wear, or go crazy over annoying boy bands. Just one of those...what would you call it? Tomboys. That's it. I never thought in a million years that something so little like a piece of paper would come into my life and change it entirely. I never wanted anything to do with One Direction. Life decides to throw stuff at you and you usually don't get what you want, am I right? Well, it happen to me... Copyright Shyviolin. Please no duplicating.


31. Chapter 31

 My phone starts to ring waking me up from a deep sleep. I sit up, squinting my eyes looking around for my phone. I grab a hold of it pressing the answer button holding it up to my ear.

"Hello?" I clear my throat.

"Andy, please come home." I hear them whisper. No. This is not possible. Why is she calling me? She needs something from me, but what?

"Why are you calling me? How'd you get my number?" I can't believe my "mom" is calling me.

"I miss you sweetie. Come and visit your father and I."

"No, I'm not going back. I've moved on and I don't need stress again."

"We just want to see you, dear."

  I can't see them. I left them for a reason, right? I never, and I mean ever want see them again. My dad abused me, and my mom cared less about what was going on around the house. I just hid in the corner of my room all day waiting to be hit by my dad when he got home drunk.

I let out a sigh. "When do you want me to come?" I can't believe those words just came out of my mouth.


"Tomorrow? Why didn't you tell me a day before?" I ask concerned.

"It's uh- the family is having a reunion." She muttered.

"Which family?"

"My side."

"Why did they all of a sudden invite you guys?" I stand to my feet walking out to the back closing the door behind me.

"We're actually talking again." I roll my eyes. They want something.

"Is the reunion tomorrow?"

"Actually in two days, so if you leave tomorrow afternoon, you'll be here when the reunion is happening."

"I-I'll try to get a ticket by tonight."

"We'll pick you up at the airport. Just text me what time you'll arrive at the airport."

"Okay, bye."

"Bye sweetie." she says cheerfully.

I walk back inside to see Niall walking out of my room. He looks my way sending me a smile.

"There you are!"

"Hey, I uh- I need to pack."

"For what?" He raises an eyebrow.

"I'm going to visit family back in California." I walk in my room.

"What? No way."

"Yup. My mom just called me telling me that her side of the family is having a reunion in two days."

"So you're going?"

"Well, I do have family I love there that love me back." I shrug.

"What if I come along with you to California?"

I look back at him snorting. "Oh yes, bringing someone my family doesn't know won't make it awkward."

"They don't know about our band?"

"I don't know, but what I do know is they didn't like Flynn or Link when I brought them along with me to the last reunion a couple years back."

"It'll be fine. Harry could come along too probably."

"I don't know about this."

"We'll leave if it causes any problems at the reunion, but we'll be there to support you." He lays his hand on my shoulder.

"Okay, but you have like ten hours to pack. I still need to get the tickets though."

"We'll cover the tickets. Just get packed. I don't care what you say...I'm being a gentleman." He smiles.

"I hate you, you know?" I lightly punch his shoulder.

"Yeah, okay sure." He chuckles.


"Hey Flynn, you're finally home! I need to talk to you." I sit him down on the couch.

"What is it?" He looks up at me.

"I'm leaving to California for a couple days to go see family because they're having a reunion." I decide to spit it out instead of making it harder for myself.

"Don't you remember the last-"

"Yeah I do Flynn, but I need to see the family I love at least."

"Well have fun then."

"Well that was easy."

"So when are you leaving?"

"Tomorrow early in the morning, so maybe at midnight."

"Okay, now I need to ask you something."


"Could I use your paint?"

"For what?"

"To paint my action figures." He mutters.

I snort. "Okay little 7 year old Flynn."

"Shut!" He crosses his arms.

"I think I'm gonna start packing." I walk down the hall into my room taking my luggage out.

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