Bumps in the Road: A Living with One Direction Sequel

Interviews and unwanted visitors

Gracie's POV

I had been having nightmares about my parents for the past few weeks, ever since I heard the news. My parents were out of prison. The boys don't know, I didn't want to tell them because I don't want them to worry, but it's becoming too much. 

"Hey Liam, can I tell you something?" I said nervously.

"Mhm, of course babe. What's up?" 

"My parents are out of jail." I whispered, nervously.

"What!?" Liam half yelled, concerned.

tears started flowing down my face quickly. Liam ingulfed me in a hug, rubbing my back lightly.

"We'll work it out." He whispered softly. 

I nodded and the other boys flooded into the kitchen. They had an interview today and had to leave soon. Luke was coming over while they were out. At 5 did I really need a babysitter? No, but with me being pregnant and almost 7 months already the boys wanted to make sure someone was around at all times. I'm sure the information I had just told Liam would give the boys another reason to keep someone around. I heard a car pull up in the driveway, I knew it was Luke. The 5SOS boys travelled between England, Australia and America, but they spent most of their time in England over the last few years. 

"Hey guys!" Luke said, walking inside.

"Hey Luke, we have got to go because we are already late, courtesy of Niall's breakfast." Harry chuckled, glaring at Niall.

The boys quickly left for their interview, as I made breakfast for myself.

"How's the baby going?" Luke asked, smiling.

"Pretty good, the whole thing has gone by pretty fast." 

Luke nodded, heading into the lounge room. I followed him, knowing the boy's interview would start soon. I loved watching their interviews, hearing them tell stories that I had heard a million times before and watching them jokingly make fun of each other. Luke and I sat chatting for a while until the interview started; I sat cross-legged eating corn flakes from the bowl in my lap. Everything had gone really smooth, lots of laughs and talking about upcoming projects. Suddenly, the interviewer asked a question that made me freeze. 

"Now, we have heard rumours that your adopted sister, Gracie Styles is pregnant. Someone sent us these photos taken through the window of your car."

Just when I though the boys could do an interview without something going wrong, this. A picture of me, very clearly pregnant was displayed on the screen. I knew the boys had to be honest, what else could they do? I didn't have a problem with people knowing, but I know the comments online will begin. I can avoid reading comments, but headlines are heard to miss. The boys explained that it was true, without giving out many details. After the interview was over the boys had a meeting to go to, meaning it would be a while before they got home. 

"Want to watch a movie?" Luke asked, trying to take away the tension.

"Sure, let's find something!" I said.

Just as Luke was about to suggest something, a knock landed on the door. 

"I'll get it." I said, already getting up.

I headed to the front door, when I opened it; I was shocked to see my father's piercing gaze staring back at me. He has those eyes that you can't unsee.

"Look it's the little slutty brat living with her millionaire brothers!" he paused to let his words sink in, "I bet they don't give two shits about you, it was just a publicity stunt!"

"Luke!" I called, backing up from the door.

Luke immediately came rushing to the door, his face filled with anger when he saw my father.

"Get the fuck away from here!" Luke yelled, his thick Aussie accent coming through.

"What the fuck are you gonna do? Use your pop star dollars to kick me out. It's not like you care about that little slut anyway. 15 and already pregnant, the little hoe, bets she doesn't even know who the dad is." 

His words hurt me, maybe I was a slut. I mean, I was already pregnant, and I was a bitch for putting this pressure on the boys. No, I couldn't believe what he was saying, he doesn't deserve me, he abused me. I'm not the evil one here. Suddenly, my thoughts were cut short when my father launched at my stomach! I stepped back, clutching my baby bump in fear. Before I even had time to think Luke punched him clean across the face! My father's face dropped, the smirk he previously had on was replaced by a look of pain as he clutched his cheek. He quickly left, running back to the car he came in. Luke slammed the door, then turned to face me. 

"Are you ok?" he asked, worriedly.

"I'm fine." I whispered.

"You sure?"

"It just feels like everything happens to me or the people I care about! I was abused for years, lived in an adoption home. I get adopted but have nightmares all the time, causing everyone around me to wake up and meaning I have to explain what's happening. I had doctors' appointments where I have to show not only doctors but new people all the scars that hold deep trauma. Then, my abusers kidnap me and torture me. I'm finally found and in hospital in a coma for weeks. I get out of hospital and pictured of my bruised body are all over an interview! I have to explain to someone why I'm crying over my middle name because I still remember the day everything changed in my normal happy life. My brother was in a car accident, and I almost lost another important thing to me, the wreckage with Harry stuck in the car sits in the back of my mind. We all get stuck in a burning building and almost die! I'm pregnant at 15, my boyfriend leaves me and tells me it's all my fault, then tries to come back is at my door, begging! Then he insults me and my brothers because I won't take him back. I find out my parents are out of jail somehow, have nightmares for weeks knowing they can find me. Now, my abusive father is at my door and tried to kill my baby That's all the real traumatic stuff but also a few special mentions; I thought Liam hated me and woke you up at one in the morning, because I was a dumb 13 year old, Cal broke my leg, he felt so bad, so I felt bad plus it hurt like hell. I accidently broke Niall's toe, and I felt so bad. So yes, I'm ok but also it hurts." 

It felt good to get that out. I had so much built-up pain, I needed to let it out somehow.

"I know there is nothing I can say to make it all ok, because it's not. I also that I won't ever understand what it feels like to go through that. But I do know that I love you so much, Cal, Mike and Ash. I also know your rothers love you more than anything in the world. So, even if I can't fix everything, you have 9 people who will always be here for you." 

Luke pulled me into a hug, his words sunk in. I really do have an extremely supportive group of people around me, even if my life has major downs, they are always there. Forever and always, I will be their girl.