Forbidden Love | A One Direction Fanfiction

Story of my life...

'Dear Diary,

I'm sat in my grandma's house right now, wispy, blonde, luscious hair cascading down my back as I gaze longingly out the window. I watch solemnly at a mother and her small children, their giggles erupt down the street. My mum died in a car accident when I was three, my dad was emotionally unavailable my whole life and eventually, my dog passed. My life has been so hard and I don't know how a small, petite, 4'11 girl like me can handle so much, but I did. And it makes me stronger and more unique every day. I guess you could say I'm not like other girls. I'm quirky, not cool. I wasn't concerned with what people thought of me — I never had been.

"Get down here right this instant, you ugly burden!" My grandma shouted from the other end of her house that I was staying in. My home was small and run down, was never big enough to fit even a petite girl like me. I placed my pink journal on my lavender bed and tied my hair into a messy bun. I glanced into my mirror at my diamond-like blue orbs, deeper than all the oceans. I audibly sighed. 'When will my life get better?' I thought to myself.

"DIDN'T I CALL YOU, YOU LITTLE IDIOT! GET DOWNSTAIRS, RIGHT NOW!" My grandma shouts. Ever since my mum died, she became addicted to all sorts of drugs and relied on benefits to support both of us. I walked down the steps to tend to my grandma. She scolded me for taking my time and then pushed a plate of almost raw scrambled eggs and told me to eat it. I obeyed her and sat to eat. "I can't afford my alcohol anymore so I'm selling you," she said. My heart sank. "Okay," I said. I always knew my life would lead to this, I've always had it hard in life, and it wasn't ever going to get easier. "T-t-t-t-t-t-to w-w-who?" I stuttered. "You'll find out" she snapped back and rolled her pinpoint eyes.

I ate my eggs and waited for the doorbell to ring, thinking about what my future would hold.

Not long after, the bell rang.

My heart had sunk twice in the span of 15 minutes and 20 seconds.

"OPEN THE DOOR NOW, YOU UGLY RAT!" My grandmother yelled.

I stood up stumbling a couple of times. My 4'11 body couldn't handle this much. 

I opened the door to meet my fate. My eyes met his. They were dark and mysterious and I couldn't help myself but stare into them.

"You alright luv" he said. His deep, gravel voice rumbled through my petite fragile body and his accent was fierce.

"Oh good. My buyer is finally here!" My grandma said. "That's me lauv" he said. "Arry Shtyuls, nice to meetcha."

I tucked my luscious, blonde, wispy hair behind my ears and I felt like collapsing. "You alright luv?" The man questioned.

He was so tanned and tall, I felt like it was love at first sight. I shouldn't be feeling this way, I couldn't stop myself from staring into his deep, mysterious eyes. I could see the pain and the sorrow behind his green eyes. This man has fought in wars, faded scars littered his arms alongside his tattoos. He was perfect.

"Your hair, it's beautiful." He whispered. "That's what makes you beautiful" he smiled.

I felt butterflies all over my body, how did he manage to make me feel this way? How did I, a 4'11, 50lbs petite, precious, and fragile girl manage to be so flustered by a man that had just bought me?

Today was a time for a lot of firsts.

"W-W-W-W-W-W-what?" I managed to get out. "It's what makes you beautiful, lauv" he smiled.

I left the house with Harry in tow carrying my bags. I climbed into his sleek, black Jeep, sitting beside two very good looking guys. The blonde was sat closer to me, his blue eyes and cute smile radiated and looked as though they could light up all the stars in the sky.
The other had a mysterious aura. His eyes were as dark as night and tattoos littered every inch of his body. He was fascinating. I wanted to know more. I wanted to know everything.

"So, what's your name darling?' The pretty blonde questioned.

"I—I-I-I-I-I-I-" my words was cut off. "It's none of your business" Harry snapped.

"Ooh calm doon 'arreh" the blonde's voice taunted.

I sat squashed against the window, trying to make myself appear smaller than I already was. I could feel the blonde's eyes plastered against the back of my head.

"C-c-c-c-can I help you?" I asked. I tried to sound intimidating yet my voice came out as a whisper. I guess a 50Ibs 4'11 smol girl like me needs help standing up for myself (uwu :3). I needed one of these strong men to look after me, from myself.

"Naowp" the blonde replied. He had a funny accent. Sort of Irish-like. I kinda liked it.

"Calm yu'rself Niall" the mysterious guy suggested.

I wondered what his name was, then again, it wouldn't matter because I was now the property of these guys, covered head to toe in tattoos, driving me somewhere I've never been.

The journey to the location, most likely their house, was long and tiring and by the time we reached to their house, I was falling in and out of sleep. I jump awake at the sound of the door opening, wind slapping me harshly in the face. I look up toward the house and my jaw drops to the ground. There had to have been at least 20+ rooms in this place, magnificent steps leading to the giant front door. A fountain stood in front of the steps, towering over us all as we headed towards the steps into the house.

The inside was even more extravagant. The walls stood tall, a massive chandelier hung from the ceiling. People scattered around the house from all directions dressed in black clothing and covered in tattoos.

I sighed aloud. Home not so home, I thought to myself. I thought through the events of the day, one minute I was writing in my diary and the next, my suitcases were chucked into the back of these men's car and I were to live in this beautiful, classy mansion with three complete strangers and a handful of people who looked like they were a part of some sort of gang.

Harry audibly sighed. "Right then. Yur rooms upstairs to the left luv. Don't try anyfing" he rolled his eyes. "I'll get your bags from the car darlin" the mysterious, dark-eyed one growled.

"O-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-ka-y" I stuttered. I had no idea how to react. "I'll help ya to your room" the blonde one smiled. He definitely made me feel welcome, even though their massive mansion was totally uninviting. It was so big, I couldn't help but think how many people could fit in here.

I trailed after the blonde one, now knowing his name is Niall, to my new room. We walked towards the end of the long hallway passing door after door and finally reached the white, oak door, which would be my room. Niall opened the door and reveals a fairly large room with white furniture and pink and gold accents. It was perfect. I couldn't wait to get into bed and nap after a long day.

I shut the door behind me as Niall leaves me to my thoughts and look through the wardrobe at the new clothes. Dresses and skirts and shoes lined each wardrobe, different colours and materials catching my eye, the soft fabric running through my small fingers.

After inspecting the room and changing into some comfortable pyjamas, which consisted of white cotton shorts and an oversized jumper, I climb into the king-sized bed and fall into a deep sleep dreaming of the life I had left behind.