Complicated Love {A One Direction/Liam Payne FanFiction}

15 | Danielle's House

~Janice~

The car ride to Danielle's house was, entertaining. Perrie, Eleanor, and Danielle all loudly sang to Katy Perry's 'Teenage Dream' album. Me humming along, not wanting to scare the shit out of them with my horrific voice. Singing was only allowed when in the shower. But when living with Nora and George, nothing was allowed. Me opening my mouth to breath, so my lungs won't suffer from their intoxicating fumes, earned a beating upside the head or across my face sometimes.

I shuddered, the awful memories hitting my mind like a truck knocking the wind out of me. Instead of thinking about my 'parents'. I smiled as I watched the three go crazy over California Gurls.

Right in the middle of the song, Danielle turned the volume down announcing that we were here. Here, being her flat.

Perrie hoped out right when Danielle parked the car, me jumping out right behind her. I really liked Perrie, she was bubbly and put me at ease. Eleanor was chill. It was weird though, how could a calm person, deal with a crazy carrot freak like Louis. She must of have a lot of patience for that lunatic.

Perrie then grabbed my bags from the back, handing me one. I followed behind her, as she trailed behind Danielle and Eleanor.

Stepping into Danielle's flat I could tell she was the type to keep everything neat and tidy twenty-four seven. It had nice cream colored walls that were decorated with pictures of her, some family and friends. I even saw a couple of her and Liam. Feeling a small sting of jealousy for the cute couple. "I'm gonna show Janice the room she'll be staying in!" Perrie yelled as she walked down a hallway. Danielle had disappeared in what I think was the kitchen as El, had taken a seat on the -nicely furnished- black couch.

I suddenly felt pessimistic as I walked down the hall Perrie went.

I had been beaten and deeply wounded by my 'parents'. Scars and bruises now covered my body from years and years of abuse. I had suffered for years and felt only pity for myself. By middle school, I had a hate for my 'parents'. The realization that those poor excuse of human beings, should burn in hell for all the things they had done to me. I had planned to do whatever they wanted and when the opportunity for college came around.

I was going to take it, then I would be able to leave that hell hole.

Now, I was in the one house of a beautiful dancer, with two of her friends. Who so happens to be the girlfriend to one-fifth of the band One Direction. I should be thankful and glad that I was away from George and Nora. Glad that I didn't have to deal with their cruel words, the smoke and alcoholic fumes, their 'drug buddies', running on errands for those twats, or getting stabbed or hit every time they didn't like something I did.

I was thankful, really. Without One Direction I would be... most likely dead, to be honest. But for some reason, I still felt empty. The feeling of something bad just waiting to happen to me, caused a wave of nausea to wash over me. Just the Perrie peaked her head out of one of the rooms. "Come on, turtle. We have some shopping to do," she rushed, grabbing the bag I was carrying.

Before I could even get a glimpse of the room I would be staying in. Perrie dropped the bag she had took from me by the door, grabbed my hand and rushed me back down the hall into the living room.

Eleanor smiled up from the mug she was sipping on when we entered the room. Danielle nowhere in sight -probably still in the kitchen. "Do you like the room?" she asked, placing her mug down on the coffee table in front of her.

"Oh, uh.. I didn't really get to look at it," I mumbled slightly frowning. As she opened her mouth, likely to ask why. Danielle then walked into the room, "who's ready for some shopping!?" she asked as her and Perrie fist pumped.