Lovely Pain (Zayn Malik)

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

*Nyra's POV*

I sobbed into my pillow as I heard my father yell at me from downstairs.

"Come down here you worthless slut!" He roared angrily. I hurriedly unlocked my door and ran down the stairs to the kitchen where my father drank away at his 4th no.. 5th bottle of beer for the day.

"Yes, dad?" I meekly responded knowing that if I responded confidently I would get another beating. My father watched me with his bloodshot eyes as I waited for him to say something.

"Didn't I tell you to buy more drinks for me on your way to school yesterday?!" He yelled.

"Dad, they won't let me buy any. I'm underage," I said no louder than a whisper while staring at my feet. He rose from his chair and began to wobble as he sauntered towards me. My father grabbed my hair and pulled my closer.

"You are fucking useless," he whispered into my right ear. The disgusting smell of alchohol filled the air. I scrunched up my nose as he came closer.

BAM!

My father was interrupted by a loud gunshot coming from outside. He let go of my hair and that was my cue of running upstairs before he returned. I knew that my father had the attention span of a squirrel from being drunk or sober all the time, so it was better to pretend like nothing happened than to continue.

Plus, hearing a gunshot or two each week was pretty usual in my neighborhood. Yup, that's right, my neighborhood is full of bad happenings. and it kinda sucks.

I sat at my white desk and opened up my laptop. I logged onto my twitter as @nyrv_ and scrolled through my feed. It was the usual, comments about my music on youtube and how it was so good. I know I should sound a bit more greatful, but honestly, that's probably the only thing that's exciting about my life. Well, other than Brooke at least.

Brooke is my crazy, hilarous, and gorgeous best friend. Speaking of Brooke, I noticed that she mentioned me in a tweet. Better go check it out.

@Brooke_Clark1D: OMG Can't wait for singing camp with @nyrv_!!!!

WHAT?!

I never signed up for some singing camp! What the hell?! Brooke better have a good explanation for this one. I called her up immediately.

Me: Brooke, what the hell! What singing camp are you talking about?!

Brooke: Well, hehe. I forgot to te-

Me: Hell, yeah you forgot to tell me!

Brooke: Okay okay, calm down. Gosh! I signed us up for a singing camp with One Direction. No biggie.

I could literally hear the nervousness in her voice. She knows.

Me: What?! But Brooke, you know!

Brooke: I know, but it seemed like a good idea. I mean, you get to show off your talent to them. They're a world famous boyband! Wouldn't that me amazing?!

I should just say it now. Brooke always gets things to go her way in the end. Always.

Me: Yeah, I guess so. But Brooke!

My problem with this was that it had to be One Direction. Like seriously, why them? I'm just so sick of girls screaming and fangirling their heads off for those boys. Sure they were cute but what was the big deal. They were just like every other boyband out there.

Brooke: No buts, Nyra! You're going! Be packed up and ready by tonight, I'm driving us to the airport.

Me: But how am I gonna tell my dad?

Brooke: Oh Nyra, you don't.

I could totally see her smirking on the other end of the line.

Being the naive and helpless girl I was, I did what she said. Not telling my dad about it and escaping.

Oh, Brooke. The things I do for you.

But who knew, this would be the best thing I had ever done in my life.

*Sorry for the short chapter guys! It's my first book so please don't get mad at me lol.

-A hungry child.