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Nightmares, The Tommo, and Niall Horan

"Scar?" Niall's morning voice made me jump. "Why are you up?" 

I didn't answer. I just shrugged and spread some Nutella on a piece of bread. 

"Wow, you're shaking like crazy. What happened?" he asked, pulling me away from the counter and into his chest. 

"I had a dream, that I was back at home. It was the first time he hurt me, Niall. The first time I noticed my life changing before my eyes. I don't want him to find me!" I cried. Niall's arms wrapped tightly around my body. 

"I won't let him get you. I promise." he whispered, holding up his pinky. I hooked mine with his and gave him a soft smile. "Want to sleep with me in my bed for the rest of the night?" 

"You don't have to do that." I mumbled. 

"But I want to. Come on, it's too early to be awake and we have a sleep in day." he said, pulling me to his bedroom. 

"Thank you Niall." I smiled as I got into the bed next to him. He pulled me into him and kissed my forehead. 

"Anything for you Scar." 

~*~

"Scarlett?! You ready?!" Simon called. I took one last look around, making sure I didn't forget anything, then skipped down the hall to where Simon, Niall and Zayn were gathered. 

"Yep! Let's go to Jersey! We should go to the beach and see the Jersey Shore cast! I have to hug Vinny and Pauly, I love them!" I squealed and dragged Niall and Zayn into the hallway. 

"That can be arranged." Simon winked and strolled past us. I smiled widely and did some little squeak noise thing. 

"What the hell was that?" Zayn questioned, looking at me amused. 

"I don't know! I'm just excited!" I squeaked. Niall laughed and wrapped his arm around my shoulder. 

"You really are something, Scar." he chuckled. We walked outside to the Tour Bus sitting in the car park. 

"HEY LOU!" I called to the Doncaster boy walking ahead of me. He turned around to look at me. "NICE ASS!" 

"Shut up!" he whined. I giggled and ran up to him, jumping into his arms. 

"You know I love it." I whispered, kissing his cheek. He blushed and looked away. 

"So when am I getting that clone of yours?" he winked. This time I blushed and wriggled out of his grip. I laughed and shook my head, walking ahead of him. I looked up and around the car park, glancing at the scenery. Behind the hotel was a parking garage, and there something caught my eye. A man, a very familiar man, was sitting on the top garage with binoculars. Focused on the boys and I. My eyes widened in realization, and I ran onto the bus. 

He's going to follow us. I know it.

"Scar? What's wrong, love?" Niall asked as he climbed onto the bus. 

"I saw him." I muttered, out of breath. 

"Who?" 

"Father." 

Somehow, I really doubt I'll be making it any farther than New Jersey...

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Short chapter, sorry! Happy late Thanksgiving Peasants! I'm thankful for all of my fans out there! 

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