Photographs of Life: A One Direction Fanfiction

Chapter 1: Childhood Memories

Chapter 1:

Childhood Memories

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My mum and me were going shopping today for new clothes before leaving tomorrow morning. My mum entered the TopShop store.

I looked at her quizically. She knew this store was my favorite and very expensive and rarely ever lets me shop there.

"Come, its for a special day," she tells me, as she smiles.

I ran into the store like a little kid, happy to get what I wanted.

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By the time we got home, I had six new, complete outfits.

"Thanks, mum" I said, as I hugged her tightly.

"You're welcome, Adaila", she said, as she hugged me back.

I ran upstairs and into my room. I had mostly already packed my bags with clothes and my furniture was already at the flat. We weren't average, but we weren't rich either but we were pretty close to it. Mum had already picked out the flat 2 weeks ago, and paid this month's rent.

I was going to miss my room with all the boyband posters, pictures of me and friends, family, ..... photographs of life. I stopped as I neared the photographs of the day my father died. I felt the tears stream down my face as I began to realize that my father only got to see 15 years of my life. It wasn't fair that the man who killed my father, continued to live. That he can still continue life after he gets out of jail, while my father still remains dead.

I took deep breaths, trying to calm myself down. I started to pack my last bag as I remembered all my happy memories of me and my father, its was a way to help me calm down (or so therapy says). My walls was completely covered with photographs I've taken since I was ten. I was ten when I had gotten my first camera for my birthday. I had got it broken two weeks after my birthday.

*Flashback*

I took another picture of the swing set. I was so into taking the picture that I did not hear the dreading footstepsas it got nearer. I felt a hand on my small back and felt myself being violently pushed. I fell hard and felt pain all over my body. I was bleeding, but that didn't matter to me. It was my camera that I was worried about. I heard familiar laughter. I got up and fear took over as I saw who it was. It was Niall Horan and his friends. They had always bullied me since I was in the third grade.

"What are you doing, Didie?", he said with a sneer.

I dreaded the nickname he had for me.

"Nothing", I nervously said.

Niall bend down as he retrieved my camera.

"What's this?", he said.

"Give it back!" I screamed as I tried to retrieve it back.

In response, I got pushed back.

"Maybe I should have some fun with it"

"Give it back...", I said as tears tumbled down, blurring my vision. "Please stop!" I beg as I reach up to get it but he keeps it out of my reach.

He threw it down, as I heard it crack. "There I gave it back", he said, as he left me alone, crying over my most treasured item.

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Now Niall was in a boy-band called One Direction, being the "hot, cool, and sweet" kind of guy.

I wish I had known that side of Niall.

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