Happily Ever After?
Prolouge.
(One Direction Story.)
Okay, my name is Daniella Taloay. I am now 17. I had an abusive mother, and a drunken father. On the 18th of May, when I was only 13, my father kicked me out, callling me a worthless freak, and a brat. I was nearly in tears, having nothing but the clothes on my back and a little piece of poptart in my pocket. I was about to pass out in exhaustion, I was nearly walking for four hours. I laid down on a city bench somewhere in England, I was tired, it didn't matter. I was about to pass out, remember, I was only 13, I was a growing girl. I heard a sweet voice saying something like,"Hullo. Love? Are you okay?"
I groan, and wave my hand, making the person go away. The last thing I need is pity. The person would never care about me. I felt strong arms around me, and I cried out. Stranger Danger! I pushed away, and fell on the pavement. I ran. Ran far away, until I had no idea where I went. Okay, that was it. I passed out cold, and fell asleep.
I woke up to the sound of worried voices and opened my eyes. I got up, and started running, getting away from those people. I felt a tug on my arm, and started running like crazy. I bet I looked like I belonged in Strait jacket. The person I was playing tug-of-war with finally won, pulling me close. I looked up to the blue eyes, and did a strangled gasp.
"Look," Louis Tomilson said,"Stop fighting. I'm trying to help you."
"What part?" I snapped, " The one trying to get publicity for being nice, or the part who feels really bad." I see him look at me really hurt, and I soften. A tad.
"Fine. Sorry. Being called worthless by your own father does something to you."
He nods. "Its fine. Would you like me to take you to my apartment, maybe fix you up a little. Tell me about yourself. You look 13, am I right?"
I nod, surprised. I let him lead me to his apartment, which was only a few blocks away. He took me in, washed me up, and talked with me. I poured out my guts, telling him all my sorrow, and he listened. Really well. The rest of the boys came in, and looked really surprised. I almost laughed at their expressions. However, they listened too, and they got it. They gave me hugs, and we talked. I became good friends with each of them. Eventually, Louis adopted me as a sister. Now look where I am.
{♥}
Now I'm One Direction's Choregrapher. Yes, you heard me. I have always loved to dance, and the boys discovered that, and saw I had talent. Life was perfect, uneventful really. However, uh, it would be 'quite' eventful.
Yes, blah blah I know this is my old story. I'm just posting it right now cause I have too. Its my new story account!
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