Mr. Right (A Louis Tomlinson FanFiction)

A New Beginning (Chapter 1)

Hola pancakes! (I'm going to call you that.) So this is my first FanFiction an I really hope that you like it. My name is Jessie and I'm so excited to write you this story. Thanks for reading it! <3

ALSO, I am going to be editing this story so some things might change, be added or deleted so blease bear with me through this process! Thank you!!!

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Ariana's Prov.

All that really mattered to me in the tattered room at the orphanage was my guitar. It was the only thing that ever mattered to me. You see, last year when I was 16 I had to go out and work. They said that it was the best thing for me to do to get back on my feet. So I took a job working as a babysitter. It was actually not as miserable as I thought it would be. So I worked for four months and got a decent amount of money, but the directors of the orphanage were wrong. I never did get back on my feet. I was never going to get back on my feet. What I went through, what I encountered, was nothing someone could simply just get over quickly, it was going to take some time. The only thing that made me feel better was what I got with the money. I got my guitar. It was the only thing of real importance to me. I self taught my self everything that I know and may I say, that's a lot. My guitar represented the girl that I wish I was. A girl of importance. A girl who had friends and a family that cares about her. A girl who had no flaws. A girl who was not me. I had as many flaws as a spider web has threads. I was beaten and abused. I had permanent bruises that no one could see, ones that were to deep to ever get rid of.  I wanted to be the girl with the guitar with no flaws. But I was the girl with the guitar and a mile long of secrets.

I look out my window and down the street, tucking my long, blonde, strait hair behind my ear. It was so empty. There was not a car in sight. Not a child playing in their front yard. Not a newly married couple sharing new memories with one another. Just a street that looked like a ghost wouldn't even dare to be seen on. I really wish that I could be living on a busy street in Dublin. Instead, I've been here in this heel hole, on a street no one dared to be seen seance I was 7, looking out over nothing. I was now 17 and had issues trusting anyone.

You see, when I was little, I lived with my father, before I came here, and with living with him, came abuse. He raped me, slapped me, and pushed me down the stairs to many times to count. I had almost died in his present, but I'm not ready to tell anyone what happen. Not just yet.

So all I did all day was play my guitar because no one had ever wanted to adopt me, they can't handle what has happened to me. It was to horrible for anyone to go through to have me in there house. I have nightmares every night because of what happened to me. I woke up screaming and trying to find so comfort in the paper thin blanket that rest messily on top of me. It took me minutes, some times hours to calm down and even then, I could never fall back asleep. I just wish there was someone who understands what I went through, but that won't happen. It never will happen.

"Ariana, breakfast is ready." Called Brooke, the woman who runs the orphanage daughter.

"Just leave it outside!" I shouted back. I hear a sigh before a plate dropped and footsteps went down the stairs right by my attic bedroom door. I had done this almost every morning seance I have been here. It was a habit that had so easily came to me, nit trusting anyone fully. I couldn't even let someone in to give me food, something that could help me. I was broken to no repair.

I went outside and grabbed the plate of a bowl of chicken noodle soup and a very small sliver of wheat bread. I eat as much as I could then put the leftovers outside my door. I never finished any of my food. Never hungry enough to even eat half of it. As I went to my window seat and put my guitar on my lap, strumming my guitar a little. I looked outside and saw a weird black van driving up the drive way. Must be someone dropping off another abandon child I though just shaking it off. Little did I know that that black van would change the rest of my life forever.

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Soo, how is it so far, I know it's a weird start but it will get better I promise. Thanks for reading. I'll post another chapter soon.

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~Jessie :p