It still hurts.

The elevator.

Ignoring the tears, that fell down her face she looked at the boy. Liam Payne, she had heard that name somewhere, but was unable to connect him to the memory. He wanted to help he? Why, she was worthless, better off dead as Allen had said.  He looked at the boys who stood behind him "These are my best mates, they wont hurt you either love." He gave her a small smile. "Please let me help you."

He held a hand out to her, which made her step away. "Please.." He whispered, hand still awaiting hers. She took a small step towards him and slowly took his hand. She pushed away the feeling warmth that took over her body. He sighed and slowly tugged her to the other boys, she was reluctant to get closer to him and he noticed. "They wont hurt you." He whispered

As they approached the others she took in their appearance. They were sweaty, and covered in dirt mostly because they were playing soccer moments ago. "Time to leave?" The one with curly hair asked. Liam nodded and picked up the soccer ball, not letting Bree's hand go, he tossed it to the blonde. They walked to the field and picked up bags and cell phones. Before the walked out of the park and onto the sidewalk. Silence fell over them, the boys not knowing what to say to the strange girl Liam had found.

After minutes of walking they came up to a large hotel. Bree had seen this many time when she went to work with her mother. It was always filled with big Hollywood stars and it cost more than her whole house to stay for a night. As they walked threw the tall doors her eyes widened, there was a chandelier hanging above them, it was probably the size of her old room. Who were these boys who had taken her in?  

They came to an elevator, and Bree stopped and released Liam's hand. She couldn't get in that, elevators meant touching. She couldn't handle that, not with these boys she had just met she couldn't get that close to them. Liam looked at her, concerned. "What's wrong?" He asked. She just shook her head and stared at the elevator.  Realization hit him and he turned to her "You can stand by yourself, we will not touch you. Just trust me." Trust him? She had just met him, yet something led her to walk inside the elevator. They were all staring at her, trying not to make it obvious, but she could feel their gaze. There was a loud ding and they all crammed out of the elevator she made sure to come out last.

They walked down the hall. 2543, 2544, 2545, 2546 they stopped and slid a key into the door, there was a small click and the blonde swung it open. The room was beautiful, something Bree had only seen in movies and magazines. Liam waved her inside and made room for her to sit on the couch, she slowly unsure of how to act. The boys then surrounded her, she felt very uncomfortable as an awkward silence took them over. "I'm Louis!" One shouted, Bree jumped and scooted farther away from them wishing she could disappear. The one with curly hair slapped him in the stomach and smiled at her, dimples appearing on his cheeks. "I'm Harry, sorry about Louis he cant help his stupidity." That made a small smile form on her lips.

"I'm Niall!" The blonde said entering the room with a bag of chips. The last one stepped up, his dark hair laying perfectly on top of his head. "Zayn." He mumbled before taking the seat farthest away from her. They all became quiet again, she should introduce herself. These people took her in, they barely know her and they brought her into where they were living. "Bree." She said and they all looked at her, shocked. This was going to be an awkward night.