Nialls Princess : A One Direction Adoption Fanfic

Chapter 1

*Present time*

Valerie Noelles POV

That was 2 years ago. I had ran away after the accident. That night, I ended up in some small city, and I stayed under a bridge. I cried so much, not only because of what happened, but because i didnt know why they did it. Not knowing why was the worst. Whenever i was sad, i always went back to that memory. I always blamed myself for it. Maybe its because i complained when it was my turn to do the house chores. Or because i always talked back and sassed them. And the worst is that, I never told them that I loved them with all my heart. They were the only ones who made me happy. And they left. Just. Like. That. Funny how people appreciate things or people as soon as theyre gone. I will forever hate myself because of that. Right now, im walking home from school, heading back to the orphanage. Yes, orphanage. After a year of living a certain lifestyle that I'd rather not talk about right now, again, I ran away and came to my senses that i needed proper care. So i went to the nearest orphanage. The women who worked there were nice, the girls my age were the bratty ones. Always talking shit about me. Anyways, I was walking through an alley way, trying to hurry before I was late back. I had been so lost in my thoughts that I didnt notice I had walked into the wrong alley. Shit, i mentally cursed. I was almost to the end of the alley anyways so if I hurry i can get out real quick. Just as I made up my mind my plans were ruined. I felt someone roughly grab me by my shoulder and spin me around. I was welcomed by a nice slap to face. Ha. "Wheres the money!?" He yelled in my face. "What the hell are you talking about? I only have like 2 bucks in pocket..." I said rather confused. "Well i guess you'll have to give us something else..." He mumbled darkly in my ear. "Wh-what do you mean?" I whimpered, petrified of what was about to happen. His rough hands cupped my thigh while his other hand pulled at the waist band of my skirt. No. No no no no... This CANNOT be happening again. I squirmed in his firm grasp trying to wiggle out. "Please! Ill do anything but this! Please please please!" I begged, tears pouring down my face. I guess he got frustrated to he punched me in my stomach, making me shut up. He threw me on some piles of garbage and I heard him unbuckle his belt and heard a zip. I tried to mentally prepare myself for what was going to happen next, put my mouth decided otherwise. I let out a bloodcurdling scream of plea. Dear God please send me someone...

*Harrys POV*

I was roaming around the streets of Brooklyn, New York. I dont know how i got here, but it was calming in a way. No crazy paps. No fangirls. I love my fans with all my heart but today I was in a 'Me-cation'. I was just walking around until i saw that i was in some kinda abandoned place. Mostly warehouses and stuff... it kinda reminded me of that one scene in Footloose, when the main character starts randomly dancing in an abanded factory. Oh how i wish i was able to dance like that. Otherwise i wouldve done it. I looked around trying to look for and exit out of here, buit there were mostly alleys. I sighed thinking how stupid i was for leaving without knowing where i was going. As i mentally scolded myself, I heard an ear piercing scream. I immediatley and tried listening to where it was coming from. I heard it again and realized that it was coming from and alley up the street. I broke out into a run looking side to side searching where the victim was screaming from. Reaching the 4th alleyway, i saw a man huddled over something. I realized that something was a young girl. I saw her legs squirming and kicking around. I did the only thing that was rational. I tackled the man and started throwing punches. The guy looked surprised and punched me back. I tumbled off of him and saw him run away. "BLOODY COWARD." I yelled after him. I felt something warm dripping from my nose. Shit, I'm bleeding. Ill take care of it later, I said to myself. I got up and dusted myself, swiftly walking over to the girl and gasped at the sight. I almost started to cry. She looked so horrible. Her mouth was red and swollen, a big cut down the middle of her lower lip. But that wasnt the most disturbing. Her button up shirt was ripped, exposing her chest area, and her skirt was pulled down to her knees. She was still crying, gasping for air.

                                       "Jesus..." I whispered, still trying to gain my sense back. I figured she noticed i was just standing there that she started to scream again. Well that certainly woke me up from my trance. "Sh sh sh... dont worry love i wont hurt you." I said in my best soothing voice, even though i was in the verge of tears. She started whispering something that sounded like "Please dont hurt me.. please ill do anything please...". I took my jacket off and put it around her shoulders. She noticed that her shirt was ripped and started to have trouble breathing. "Sweetie calm down. No ones going to hurt you anymore... I promise." I said bending down so i can look her in the eye. I gently grabbed chin and lifted her face. She had beautiful eyes... they were a vibrant honey brown, framed with thick lashes. "Just tell me where you live, and ill call the police and then you can res-" "NO NO DONT CALL THE POLICE PLEASE DONT PLEASE DONT!" She burst out. She started to breathe rather heavily and shook like a leaf.

                        "Shh shh shh if you dont want me to i wont." I said calmingly... There is no way i am not calling the police... they need to know about this. She started to calm down a bit and just stood quiet. "Why are you helping me?" she asked quietly. I was taken aback from her question. "Why wouldnt i help?" I asked confused. "No reason... i just... Thanks." She mumbled. I smiled a little and replied to her gratitude. "So mind telling me where you live?" I asked, "I think youre parents would be really worried and you can talk to them about this little... accident." I told her, unsure of what to call it. I saw tears run down her cheeks. "Im sorry i didnt mean to say it like tha-" "No its okay its just that um.. my parents passed." She replied in a shaky voice. Thats it. Tears started to come out of my cheeks. I pulled her in for and hug and i felt her tense up. I ignored that, because right now all i wanted to do was comfort her. "Sweetie im so sorry... but where do you live? Please dont tell me in the streets..." I begged. She shook her head "No i live in an orphanage thats down the street from here... I can go there now..." She started to say, while taking off my jacket. She must be nuts. "What are you talking about?! Im taking you there, no further discussion. I am NOT letting you out of my sight." I stated firmly. She looked at me shocked, then she returned to put the jacket on. She walked over to a pile of rubbish and picked up her bookbag. "Ok then... lets get going." She said, leading the way to the orphanage.

                  Hey guys! Sooo, whaddya think so far?! Is it good? Terrible? Needs some improving? Please comment any ideas or advice on how I can improve it! Please I worked so hard on this story! I accept constructive critisism! I won't be mad! Not unless you say something rude. So please continue reading, voting and commenting! Luff you! Next chapter will be up tomorrow night! Bai ;**