Taken // One Direction [Completed]

Chapter One: Abused

fOR THE RECORD THIS IS LIKE MY FIRST EVER FANFICTION AND IT'S REALLY CHEESY AND STUPID SO YEAH

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I had to do it again, didn't I? My wrists; cuts everywhere. Of course it hurt like a bitch, but hey, at least I felt somewhat better.

I'm going to make this as clichè as I possibly can. For the record, this should be allowed, because I am telling the story. But hi, my name is Tay, I'm sixteen, and this is my story.

I also have an infection, it's called Direction Infection. One Direction are the only thing that can make me smile, and it takes a lot for anyone to do that. I love them all but there's just something about Harry that makes me smile every time I look at him.

My parents usually never get me anything for my birthday but this year they got me a bracelet to meet 1D in the mall simply because they pitied me. Tomorrow!

And of course to put a downer on everything, my step-dad hit me again today. It hurt, and as much as I know I want to stay strong, I can't. Not for anybody.

The next day

I woke up to a black eye from when my step-dad punched me.

I took a shower and did my hair. I put on a 1D tank top and denim shorts. I don't care who sees my scars and bruises today. I used makeup to cover my black eye and left.

I walked there, I didn't live very far away. I got there and had to wait thirty minutes before seeing them. I was about too see Liam then.

"Hi Liam, I love you," I gushed. He smiled at me

"I love you too, sweetie."

"Niall, I love you so much."

"I love you too, babe." He smiled too.

"Louis, I love you!"

"Thanks, I love you too!" 

"Zayn, I love you so much."

"I love you too. Nice hair." He smiled. I couldn't even contain my happiness.

And last but not least, it was Harry.

"Hi Harry, can I have a hug?" I got to talk to Harry a bit because there was nobody behind me in the line. I was last, and I was never happier to have to wait in a line.

"Sure, love." He leaned over the table and pulled me into his arms, holding me better then I had ever been before.

"I love you," I whispered in his ear, "and not just because you're in a band, I really love you."

"I love you too." He held my hands. Harry looked at my bruised shoulders, and down my bruised arms, and then looked at my cut wrists. He dropped his pen on the ground--clearly purposely--and reached down to get it, I could tell he was looking at my bruised legs and cut thighs. He sat back in his seat and looked at me and I noticed that his eyes began to glaze over. Still holding my hands tightly, he lifted my wrist to his lips and kissed lightly before telling me that I was beautiful.

Before I could comprehend a response to that, one of the security men I recognized as Paul pushed me ahead, telling me it was time to go. I left the mall, so many taught's racing through my head. I knew if I went home now my current happy state would be ruined, so instead I sat on the curb outside the shopping mall, just thinking.

Harry.

She looked broken. The saddest thing was, she was probably one of the most beautiful girls I have ever seen. I didn't know her or what was going on with her, but I guessed it wasn't full of rainbows and lollipops. The boys and I had a conversation afterwards.