It starts raining and lightning and I look at Niall, shaking my head at him. He puts his hands up as we flip over and I follow suit, laughing with him.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I take her hand as we start walking, the world so much better now that I have a girl, she's nice and pretty,I don't have to worry about my father telling me what to do anymore because he's too caught up in my new baby brother. I smile as we walk, taking my time.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I smile as he leads the way, thinking about how lucky I had to be to meet him. He changed everything for me. I no longer have to run because of him. I don't have to worry about anyone coming for me.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I sigh once we hit the ten minute line and look around. I catch sight of a man in a suit but shrug the paranoia off, sure that I was safe with Niall and never to worry about that stuff again. Then I find another, then two more. Even if distanced, I'm surrounded. Instead of telling Niall about it, I stay silent and act like nothing's wrong. The moment I don't is the moment they start towards us. I'll just tell Niall once we get on the ride. He'll protect me, get us out of here safely.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I see the guys and flash a smile, sitting down. "They won't be for long," I whisper, making it storm so hard that they have no choice but to run for shelter while we're still outside. I pull Lily's hood over her head in attempt to keep her dry but let myself get wet as the ride takes off.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
He pulls my hood over my head as the rain and storm begins to worsen. I try and suppress the nerves as the ride begins, knowing that he'll be able to handle it.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
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