Coincidence

Sloane's POV

" What did I tell you about theatre!! I never want to see you doing the arts again! You and your pointless singing, you're never going to make it anyway! You're worthless and stupid! You will die unloved!"

He yelled harshly in my face. I was crying at this point; he had already hit me twice in this conversation.

" I -I'm sorry... I had to do the show! I couldn't just let everyone down! I love it." I immediately regretted what I said. Jim hated it when I talked back to him. He had just found out I'd been taking acting classes every Friday night. He was usually too wasted to notice, but this time, he wasn't. He brought his palm to my cheek once again, this time drawing blood. Damn I hate him. Jim is my stepdad, my mom married him the year before she died. She died a few weeks ago. Anyway, he never really liked me in the first place, but he never dared to go to the lengths of physically abusing me.

" Never again will you leave this house without my consent, and NEVER again will you go to acting classes! And if you go out and don't come back, you'll regret it" he then slammed the door in my face leaving me alone on the floor sobbing. I cried my eyes out. Red tinted tears dripped down my face splashing in random designs on the white carpet. I was silently crying for what seemed like forever. Things were never like this when my mom was here.

When I was little, I lived in Mullingar. On my street was a little boy about my age. He had brunette hair and ice blue eyes. From literally the first moment we met, we became best friends. His name was Niall. Until I was about 13, we did everything together; school, clubs, you name it. When I was 14, we moved to Michigan and away from my best friend. All I know about him now is that he made it through the X.Factor and is now in some boyband. I haven't seen him since.

Around the time when we moved my mom got sick. In a few weeks, we found out she had liver cancer and would only live a few more years. I was devestated. She said that when she passed Jim would take care of me... boy did she lie. So this is how I am now. Alone, abused and miserable. This is no way I ever imagined my 18 birthday to go. Yep its my birthday, but does anybody care? No!

Niall's POV

"Flight 6017 service to Michigan has now landed. We hope you enjoy your stay here or wherever your final destanation may be. Thank you for choosing Delta Airlines"

the monotone robot lady on the speaker blared. Michigan was our first stop in America for the TMH tour. We're going to stay in a huge hotel suite for about a week or so to get used to the time difference. Me and the boys gathered out luggage and walked off the plane.

" What time is it?" Harry asked yawning.

" 1:00 AM Saturday, February 17" Liam said checking his fancy watch. I smirked. It was my bestfriends birthday. Unfortunately the boys noticed my smirk.

" Why are you so smiley at this ungodly hour?" Zayn asked.

" Its my best friends birthday"

" Dude it is not my birthday" Louis said looking confused

" Its not you idiots! its this girl I know. we'be been friends since second grade! I haven't seen her in years though..."

" What's her name? Is she hot?!" they all chorused. I rolled my eyes.

" Sloane. And I don't know. the last time I saw her she had flat brown hair and glasses. Who knows what she looks like now!"

" Where is she now?"

" Actually she is in town!" I said excitedly at my memory. I would love to see her again. I miss our old times... but I know that wont happen... (sigh) I decided that moping would do me no good so I tried to think of something else.