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Elizabeth's P.O.V As soon as I am out of sight from the boys, I pause and try to listen in on their conversation. "I'm sorry 'bout that, but that's not how I remembered her, she never used to be that way. Guess Australia changed her..." I hear Liam's voice say and I clench my teeth together tightly. "It's okay mate, you didn't know she was going to act that way" I new voice that I haven't heard before say, so that's either Louis or Zayn talking because they're the only ones who I haven't heard talk yet. "And it's not her fault that she's changed," That Niall, I'd recognise the Irish accent anywhere, even though I barely talked to him when

*Annabelle’s P.O.V.* It’s my first day off of two, and I’m going out with friends today. Kayla, Kaitlyn and I plan on going to Hersheypark to cool off from the humidity. I’m picking up Kaitlyn, and I’ll be driving us to the park, stealing a spot in the employee lot, and we’re meeting Kayla there. When I get to Kaitlyn’s house we scream and hug each other like always. She hops in the car, and we are on our way. As we wait at the front of the park for Kayla, one of those new people they have who they dress like they are Willie Wonka people comes over to us, “Are you waiting for someone?” &

One Bachelor 25 beautiful contestants 1 chance at love I stepped out of the sleek black limo and thanked the man who’d opened the door for me. As I walk up the extravagant driveway I start to feel inadequate, the mansion is huge and just screams luxury, what did I do to deserve to even be in the presence of such a house? My insecurities heighten as I see the other contestants, the women are all wearing flowing ball dresses of all the colours of the rainbow, their hair and face done up and seemingly glowing, they’re all sparkling, covered in diamonds and various other jewels. The men are all dressed to the nines with perfectly t

1,826. It’s just a number. A very large number. A very large number that will hang over Dan’s head for the next 24 hours. Then it’s midnight and the number changes. 1,825. It’s still a big number, but not as big as before. And it’s only ever going to get smaller and smaller until there is no number at all and Dan will be home. 1,824. Once again the number changes and Dan can’t help but smile. 1,461. Dan lays awake, staring at the grey ceiling of his cell. At first it was bearable, the number was going down so fast, but not anymore. The length of the days, although the same as they were a year ago, seem

*Annabelle’s P.O.V.* “I know you do,” he winks at me. “I’m gonna take a quick shower. Okay, maybe not that quick,” he looks away scratching his head. I know what he means, but I notice something on his arms. “I’ll be back soon, promise.” He leaves the screen as I roll my eyes. I can’t help but to wonder what was on his arm. They honestly looked like scars; scars from cutting himself. But they don’t look that old either. It’s about a half hour later when Harry returns, “Alright, I’m back.” “What were you doing that took you so long?” I wink