I slowly open my eyes and glance at the clock. 10:12. My eyes widen in shock. I slept the whole night. A wide smile spreads onto my face. I didn't have any nightmares! I hop up and wash up and get changed. I then head downstairs.
"Good morning!" I say with a smile.
"Somebody's happy." Harry observes. I just smile back. Dad looks up from his phone and shoots me a smile and a wink, him being the only one aware of why I was in such a good mood.
"Morning love! Ready to chill with your favorite uncle?" Zayn calls, walking down the hallway. I wrinkle my eyebrows.
"I'm spending another day with Niall?" I ask. Zayn pouts at me and Niall just beams and looks at all the other guys cockily. I chuckle.
"Well, no. You're spending the day with me. Let's see if we can change who your favorite uncle is!" he says with a wink. I grin and follow him outside to his car. I hop into the passenger seat and he revs up his car. We ride off.
"Where are we going?" I ask.
"To the movies! Have you ever heard of Hunger Games?" he asks. I shake my head no.
"You're going to love this movie." he says without a shadow of a doubt. We pull up to the theatre and get our tickets. Uncle Zayn gets some popcorn but I refuse. We sit down in the theatre and wait for the movie to start. The minute it does, my eyes are glued to Katniss' every move. I admit that I am probably getting overemotional about this. I cry throughout most of the movie, but squeal whenever Katniss has absolutely any contact with Peeta. By the end of the movie, I've gotten too many stares to count. Uncle Zayn just chuckles at me.
"Did you like it?" he asks. I nod my head so fast it may come off.
"Fantastic." he states. His phone rings out and he checks it. He motions at me to stay still and quiet for a minute. I do so and, as a result, hear what Uncle Zayn says into his phone.
"Yes?... What?... How did they find out?... Oh gosh... Okay, okay. We will be careful. Thanks for the heads up." he presses end and sighs. He then looks me straight in the eye.
"Listen closely, Aurora. We are going outside. But our fans found out you and I are here. There are a lot of them outside. It can get really crazy, so you need to hold my hand and don't let go. Do you understand?" he asks. I gulp and nod. We walk to the front door and he holds his large hand out for my much smaller one. I take a deep breath before slipping my hand into his. He squeezes my hand tightly and opens the door.
The squeals pierce my eardrums, making me shut my eyes in fear. I slowly peel them open and notice all of the bodies in such a compacted area. All enclosing me. My heart beat and breathing quickens. One person pushes a little closer and I jump back, accidentally releasing Zayn's hand. I get swallowed into the crowd. Several girls shout things out to me. I accidentally run into one.
"Hey, watch were you're going! Oh wait! You're that stupid brat that our boys are taking care of! You're worthless. Stay away from my boys!" she squeals and hauls back and slaps me across the face.
Memories engulf me. The pain and hurt inflicted on me. Tearing any hope of a normal childhood away. The all-too-familiar fear drapes over me like a curtain. I feel someone touch my shoulder and I panic, pushing through the bodies and hyperventilating until I find a small path leading to Zayn's car. I bolt towards it and slip into the passenger seat. I immediately resort to a protected position, with my knees tucked into my chest.
I stare out of the front window, unaware of my surroundings. I am only aware of the memories that replay in my mind. Every night of that torturous pain seeping through my body. The first night he used the blade. The first night he broke a bone. The first night he stepped on my knees. Being 'rescued' and sent into that deathhole called an orphanage. Day in and day out, losing hope. Being pushed around by the guardians. Then Louis adopted me. But the happiness didn't last long. Because now I'm back to where I will always return.
A
Stupid
Worthless
Brat
I shrink as far into my seat as possible and barely hear a door shut. Faintly, I hear someone fumble with both my seatbelt and their own. The car roars to life and starts us back to the flat. I just stare at the white light that seems to surround the car. Am I dead? No.
That would be too easy
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