Just another boy band craze ( 1D fan-fic)

Just a dream

Sarah's poved

I watched as he stood on the side walk.Would he go through with it? surely not.... He stood there nervously looking down the street for the bus, watching, waiting, waiting to be released from the cruel world. But would he do it?i guess I would find out here was the bus now. As the bus approached he got more and more and more fidgity.. surely he wouldn't go not sweet Lou, the man I wished to spend the rest of my life with, the Lou I shared my special times and special secrets with... surely not.. but sure enough the bus took off and so did he, one foot infront of the other and he was gone, under the monstrosity they called a bus.

"no, no,no!!! he can't die, not Lou!!"

"you okay gorgeous girl??" he asked in that sweet voice of his.

" yes just a dream I guess."

"what's this  about me dying? Shit like that might scare me away baby."

" yea like I said a dream...."

"wanna talk 'bout it??"

"nah." how could I explain his cousin might of taken advantage of me or even raped me for I asked his help?how could I explain that one? the way I see it I can't.

it started one day when I decided I wanted to find my dad. I'd remembered a day when Louis' cousin Tom Williams said, "You ever need to find someone im your man" at the time it seemed like a strange thing to say but it was useful when I asked his help. Id been born with no father around and my mother never mentioned one so i didn't sweat it, it was only when I started school did it effect me, all the kids would ask "where's your daddy?" I remember once after we won a netball game all the other girls  parents had shown up, Mother and father but mine never came it was just mum cheering me on at the side line, a couple of snotty brats came up to me with a mischevious look about them, "Hey sarah wheres your daddy? Don't you have one?" they really worked me up, I remember wanting to knock them both out then and there but remembered mum saying violence was never lady like so I excused my anger and in misery came up with lame excuse, "he works in the city, late nights so he wont be here, maybe next week." I said with a squeaky voice trying to controll my emotion.

" nah you don't have a daddy" thats when I retaliated, I started screaming insults at her and telling her to sut up, i was really fed up but I did over react. once id stopped yelling i then started swinging my arms at her in an attempt to hit her but was stopped by someones grip on my arm.

'' are you sure you're ok?" he asked sincerly.the thing is i was fine, completely, fucking great if you cut out the stuff i was keeping from him.

"yeah, perfectly fine." I kiss him  as if to prove it, "see?" he smiles that gorgeous smile that melts my heart and makes me feel warm and gooey inside.

"okay i believe you."

my mother always says the arm that grabbed me that day was hers and that she dragged me away from netball that day but I remember clearly the person who stopped me was a man around mum's age and he had my, eyes, my hair, my....my everything! he was most definatly my Father. I was over joyed when i discovered it but I never foung him again after that day, he grabbed my arm pulled me aside giving me a real stern and pannicky look and then fled the scene. It was that moment on  I decided  I would spend my time looking for my father even if it took the rest of my life.

when I went to see Tom I wasn't sure what I was going to do nor was i sure it was the best idea all I knew was that he could help me , even if I did feel like a dick head.I had to do all i could to find my father, it felt like it would define who I am, who Im supposed to be but in some cases seeing Tom that night was the worst mistake I've made in a long time.