𝗡𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗜𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗔𝗻𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗟𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲: 𝗡.𝗛.

Chapter Fifteen

Niall goes to answer the door and slide closer to Liam on the couch.

"Clingy" I hear Niall laugh under his breath.

Am so not. 

The door opens and I see an old man, with really bushy eyebrows. 

He looks straight past Niall and stares me in the eyes "Hello there! You must be Dahlia." He says way too cheerfully. Seriously I'm surprised he hasn't spontaneously combusted from this much cheerfulness. I bury my face in Liams shoulder and Niall comes and sits beside me. I turn from Liam to Niall and lean into him I stead. Liam mocks offence and then turns to the cheerful guy who could ruin my life at any moment.

"So, why are you here again?" Liam asks. 

"Because Mr. Niall Horan does not seem capable of handling a teenage girl due to his constant travelling and busy schedule. He is also quite young to be handling a child of her age, especially with her mental issues." He says, still smiling.

God, I hate this guy.

"She doesn't have mental issues!" Niall yells. 

"I just don't believe that she will get better in this household where her only parental figure is only twenty seven and always busy! You are also quite well known. You should know by now that she will be in the press and all over social media. That will only make her issues worse." He says calmly. Much too calmly.

"Well I don't care what you believe! She is my daughter and I love her and she is staying with me!" Niall yells. "A foster family won't know who she is or how to help her!"

"And you do?" The man asks. Niall nods confidently.

"What if she lives with someone who does know her?" The child services man suggests.

"Like who?" Liam asks. 

"Her actual parents."

***

No no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no

I can only hear no.

Everyone is only saying no.

I close my eyes and sink to the floor. Everyone in the room is in too much shock to catch me. I just let the world fade away, I let it turn to black. That way I won't have to deal with this anymore. I won't have to deal with any of this.

"No."

***

I open my eyes and I'm back where I started. It was a dream. Of course it was. It had to be. I'm in my room. Not the room I want to be in. My old room. No Niall to make me pancakes. No Liam to make fun of. No Harry and Louis to ship and squeal at. No Zayn to laugh at Liam with. None of them. They are back where they are supposed to be. In LA or in London or something.

"Dahlia!" My Mom calls from downstairs.

No. I don't want to go there.

"Dahlia!" She tries again. Much sharper this time. Like a knife.

I walk down the stairs to see my parents.

"Why didn't you come when we asked?" My Dad asks, sternly. He lifts his hand and I flinch. I know what is coming. I don't feel the pain as much anymore.

Now it just feels numb. I've felt this too many times to feel it.

"Now go! I don't want to see you!" My Dad asks and I run. I run like I have never ran before, up to my room and I check my phone.

Was this really a dream?

And then I see my contacts.

Smily Nially

Hazzy

LouBear

Lima Bean

Zaynie

I don't know who I should call first. I close my eyes and click one of them randomly. And when I hear the accented voice saying,

"Muffin? Is that you? Are you ok?"

I know just who it is.

***

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