One Direction 4th Of July Novels & Stories

she whispers to me. It feels like only a moment later when Ezra gets on the front porch to announce the tour of the packhouse. Everyone begins gathering around and I feel myself struggling to breathe. Someone clasps my right hand and when I look, it’s Luna Tiffany. Then someone clasps my right hand. Luna Sophie. I feel the others, Allison, Kinsley, and Nikki press in close behind me. I take a deep breath letting their love ground me. I can do this. I HAVE to do this. When Ezra asks if I’m ready to begin the tour, I squeeze Sophie and Tiffany’s hands and nod. Then I release them and walk up the stairs to stand beside Ezra.

I heard Mia and Sophia called me and ran toward me They climbed the bed and laid with me, Mia on the left and Sophia on the right. They hugged me, this is the four of us, alone, without Martin. “Mommy, I miss daddy…” Sophia cuddled to me “I know! Mommy misses daddy too, baby….” I whispered to her as I kissed her forehead “We shouldn’t be sad, right? Uncle Yoan told us, daddy won’t like it when he sees us sad from the sky!” Mia told me and Sophia

Lionel said, "which one's yours—the one on the left, or the one on the right?" Jamie didn't get a chance to answer before two DNA reports popped up on the screen. "I'm a helpful guy," Lionel said with a faint smirk. "I already did the tests for you. The one on the left is mine. Neither of them is yours." Jamie froze, eyes wide, and turned toward Tracy in disbelief. "That can't be right! You said one of them was mine!" Tracy hesitated for a moment, then covered her mouth as if something had just clicked.

Thunder pounds in the sky, and the loud reverberation shakes me to my senses. Pushing myself off him, I side-eye him, wiping my hands on my shorts. He looks away first, pulling himself up out of the mud. I head to my side of the truck and climb in. That was close, way too close. Seconds later he slips in behind the wheel. The radio plays Jake Owen's latest hit "Alone With You."

Kelly The sun is warm against my skin, the sky a perfect colour of blue. A soft breeze carries the scent of roses and fresh-cut grass. The sound of distant laughter and murmured conversations fills the air, blending seamlessly with the soft notes of a violin playing somewhere nearby. It’s perfect. Everything about this day feels surreal, like stepping into a dream I never dared to imagine. A real wedding. Not a hidden ceremony. Not a desperate attempt to silence rumors. Just love. I close my eyes for a brief moment, taking it all in. The gentle rustling of the trees. The faint sound of conversation. The quiet presence of everyone who matters. Adrian’s family is here.

“Say it or you will keep going high.” “You won't hurt us, you would already if you wanted to, you are a good person.” One spoke for the very first and I could barely hear what he said as he was high in air and had stuttered severally. I laughed. “Okay, since you won't apologise, I would have to let you guys drop to the hard gravelled ground.” “No, no….” They yelled, almost in unison. In a loud voice they said what I asked them to say to Alex. On the seventh try, they got the words right, and then I asked them to say it in unison...perfectly. That led to them saying it four more times.

For the first time in months, maybe even years, he felt like he was doing the right thing. With a deep sigh, Carson swung his legs over the side of the bed and sat up. He grabbed his phone from the nightstand and stared at it for a long moment. Then, with shaking fingers, he started to type out a message: "Dear friends and family, I regret to inform you that the wedding between Margaret and myself has been cancelled. I apologize for any inconvenience this may cause. Your understanding during this difficult time is greatly appreciated. Sincerely, Carson MacPherson"

Jess’s POV Today was my fourth date with Dione since the Jordan incident, and I made sure to look my absolute best. I had explained who Jordan was to me, and he completely understood, but I could see the rage in his eyes. It was safe to say I felt safe around him as time went on. Strangely enough, I hadn’t heard anything from Jordan for four days. He suddenly went silent after that night. The day Jordan had asked me that silly question, I didn’t understand why my stupid words decided to fail me all of a sudden. I know I’ve gotten over Jordan, probably, but I couldn’t say it, and he found satisfaction in my gullible moment.

If it is important, they will leave a voicemail. A smile slides onto my face as I turn the key and my Mustang roars to life. I roll backward into the driveway. As the garage door closes, I realize I am free. Free to fly away from it all. I so need this trip. I unlock the roof then press the button to lower the top. A convertible ride on the highway is the perfect start to a Fourth of July vacation. I crank the radio. Not in the mood for The Black Crowes, I press two on my presets to find Ellie Goulding. On preset three, I find Bryan Adams; on four, Shaggy; and on five, commercials. Just not hitting the spot. I tap the audio-in button and connect my iPhone. I quickly tap playlists and choose

Then Amelia turned sharply and walked away with Mikey. Kris watched her go, his expression unreadable. Then, slowly, a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. He looked down at Leo and said quietly, “Let’s go, buddy.” They walked out of the hospital together, the afternoon sun bright outside. Kris opened the car door for Leo, then slipped his phone from his pocket. He dialed a number and waited. A voice answered on the other end. “Yeah?” Kris’s tone was calm, but his eyes glinted with something dangerous. “Am I speaking with the owner of the Daily gossip?”