Bullied by the British

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Jordan Devne's POV

*3 YEARS EARLIER*

I was running down an unknown alleyway on the streets of Holmes Chapel. Who knew at the age of 15 I could run so fast. Well I guess I kinda have a reason for running. I turned a corner onto a street somewhere on the west side of town. Lucky me this is the busy side of town, yet my luck must be out because it's 11pm and no one is out. I run into another alleyway inbetween a the bakery and the book store. I looked behind me and saw him catching up to me. I looked forward again, but was forced to stop because of the brick wall signaling a dead end. I looked left and right and saw no escape. Yep, I was right, my luck is gone. All of the sudden I got shoved to the ground. Feet started getting dug into my side. His arms and feet added a new bruise over my already black and blue stomach, legs, back, and arms. I continued getting punched and kicked over and over again.It stopped suddenly and I groaned in pain.

"When will you learn Devine?" Harry asked me. He kicked me back down onto the ground before laughing and walking off into the cold November night air. I laid there on the cold concrete staring up on the black night sky. It was clear that night, very clear. It almost seemed inapropite how pretty it looked. I felt like I had no right staring at it's beauty at the moment. I probably looked the complete opposite, with the brown tangled knot of hair and black and blue skin with a little hint of red blood. I wiped some blood off of my beaten, mud splashed wet face and looked away at the ground. I just laid on the cold wet concrete of the unknown alleyway in west Holmes Chapel, crying. The last thing I saw was a drop of my cold blood fall onto the black concrete, making a complete contrast in color, right before I blacked out.

*PRESENT DAY*

"Do I have to go live with Josh, dad? Why can't I stay in Homes Chapel with you? London is to far away from home."

"1. This isn't your real home, that's in San Francisco. 2. Ever since your mom died, you haven't been yourself. I've given you 2 years Jordan. Its time you move on from Holmes Chapel, and go live with Josh for a bit. I mean you havn't seen the boy in 5 years," my dad said as he threw my last bit of luggage in the trunk of my new blue convertible. He handed me the keys to my new car, after he closed the trunk that wouldn't be reopened until I made the lonly drive to London.

"Fine," I groaned. I hugged my dad one last time until Christmas and stepped into the car. I felt the leather seats with my hand then started up the engine. She definitally sounded brand new. I rolled down the window to say my final goodbye to my father. To tell you the truth, I was kinda nervous to go see my brother. I mean, he could be a completely different person. A lot can happen after 5 years.

"Come on Jordan. How much could he have changed in 5 years? He's still going to be your older brother," I nodded to my dad then rolled up the new shiny glass window. I gripped the leather stearing wheel of the car, and changed the car into reverse. My dad waved to me from the garage one last time before I put the car back into drive and was headed towards the great city of London. It was too lonely in this car when I'm in here by myself. Usually I'll have my only friend Lilian in here with me, but she also moved a few months ago. It was sad because she was the first real friend I have had in years, and she was only here for 4 months. I turned on the radio to a random station to drown out any lingering thoughts I have in my mind that I didn't want to think about.

"You just heard 'Live While We're Young' by One Direction. Oh and speaking of One Direction, we have the boys right here. Here is Liam, Louis, Niall, Zayn, and Harry. But better known as One Direction!" The guy on the radio said. I switched stations quickly. One Direction. The band that reminded me of when I first moved here from America when I was 10. I was being bullied by Harry Styles until we were 16, when he tried out for the X-Factor. Nobody knew I was being bullied by him, but the kids at school. But they didn't care enough about me to tell anybody. Honestly, I was treated as well as a piece of shit.

*LATER THAT DAY*

I pulled up into the driveway of my brothers house. He met me in his rather large driveway of the fairlly large brick house.

"Is this who I think it is? My baby sis, Jordan. Come to live with now professional drummer Josh Devine. My, my, my Jordan how you've grown. I believe its been what, 5 years since I've seen you in person. Lets see, you are... 18 now I believe?" Josh said. I nodded as a reply as we walked into his house.

Anybody who walked into this house after walking out of a normal house could tell that he was now a professional drumer. It was a two story house. The floors were a deep brown color of hardwood all throuhout the first floor. The walls were red in the living room and the hallway that lead to that. In the living room was a huge, flat screen television and a couple of white couches. Movies and CD's lined 3 whole shelves next to the TV case. The kitchen had white walls and had all new appliances in it. It looked like a professional kitchen. There was an island in the middle of the room and a bar over on one wall where you could sit at. The next room was openly connected to another red room with a brown dining table with 8 seats around it. Honestly I could get used to this. Especially the ginormus back yard with a pool and hot tub. What else does he have. Honestly, how much does this boy get paid. Upstairs was carpeted in the hallway. There was a room on one end of the hall, Josh says it's his room and not to go in there. Next to his room is a room that has all sorts of drums and percussion instruments in it. This is where he claims "all the magic happens!" In the middle of the hall is the first guest room that has 2 beds in it. Across the hall from that is guest room number 2. This simply has one king size bed in it. Now to the final room, which was my room at the very end of the hall.

My door is white, the only white door I may add.

"I'll show you your room, then I'll take you to meet the band I drum for," he said.

After I set everything in my room. And wondered around the house for a bit, I found Josh down stairs in the kitchen.

"You ready to meet them?" I nodded. We went out to his car. He drove us to a recording studio. "Ok brace yourself. They don't like screaming fans. Just don't be shocked if your a fan," I nodded. We walked in and went inti a room. What was in front of me really surprised me. One Direction.

"Guys, this is my sister Jordan." I looked at the guys. But there was only one person that caught my eye. Harry Styles. He was staring at me with his evil grin ln his face that scared me to death. The face I thought I escaped forever. But it turns out that you can't ever truly run from your fears without then coming back to haunt you.

"Hello Jordan. Its nice to see you again," Harry said with a smirk that meant trouble writen across his face.

________________________________________

so what'd you think? please leave comments on what you think, vote to. this chapter is kinda short to. But oh well. Below is a tumblr, email, and twitter accounts where you can see some stuff on the story.

Tumblr: JordanDevine19

Email: jordandevine18@yahoo.com

Jordans Twitter: @JordanDevine19

My Twitter: @iloveoneD10

So there you go if you want to get to know the characters more. Some other stuff will be posted up there as well. hope you like it so far.