Liam Paynes Daughter

Chapter 6

Okay, so I got really sick yesterday, so I couldn't write a chapter. I'm really sorry, guy's. But I really don't think any of my readers will care, but whatever. Here's a chapter!

April's POV
"Hey beautiful" Alex, one of my school bully's, said walking up to me. He was holding a plate full of some food, that smelled quite delicious. But I wasn't gonna eat it. Knowing him, he probably poisoned it. He placed the plate in front of me, and sat down beside me, motioning for the other figure to join us. The other figure - who I learned was Max - turned the light on, and walked over to Alex and I, sitting down beside us. "What am I doing here?" I ask, surprising my self by how confident I sounded. I mean, I didn't even stutter! That's good, for me at least. Alex and Max chuckled lightly, smiling. "Do you remember anything from yesterday?" Max asked, leaning back on his hands, and extending his legs outwards. What do I remember from yesterday? Well, I remember going to school, Ryder slapping me, Alex punching Ryder, and then.. Alex and Max took me away. Then, ..I think I passed out. I nod, averting my eyes from Alex, and Max. "So you should kind if understand why you're here." Max chuckles, smiling warmly at me. I pull a confused face, because I really don't know how them punching Ryder would explain why I'm here. It might just mean he thought that Ryder didn't hit me hard enough, and took me to hurt me more. Oh god, That's what hes gonna do, isn't it? No! No! No! That can't happen!
Nobody would care..
My oh so wonderful conscious says. As much as I hate to admit it, she's right. I mean, nobody would care. Everybody hates me at school. My own brother hates me. My fathers fans hate me. My father probably wouldn't even ca- "April? Babe, are you okay? You're crying!" A very worried Max says, bringing his hand up to stroke my hair. "Nobody l-loves me, and y-you're gonna h-hurt me" I wimper out, uncontrollable tears falling down my face. Max shoves my face in his chest as I let out a choked sob, my body shaking uncontrollably. "No baby, it's the opposite." Max whispers, rubbing my back lovingly."we're done bullying you," Alex starts, sighing right after. "We're going to protect you, be your friend." Alex said, smiling. The word 'friend' hit me like a brick, they want to be my friends? Or is this another sick joke to humiliate me? I mean, mist of my life they told me I was stupid, Worthless, that nobody would care if I killed myself, and now they want to be my friend? I'll give them a chance - because really, I'm in no position to pass up friends. I lift my head from Macs chest and wipe my tears away, averting my eyes from Alex to Max. I smile a small smile, which is quite fake, and say "Friends?". I hold my pinkie out, wanting them to promise me they're my friends. They chuckle, interlocking their pinkies with mine, and say in unison "Friends." After that we headed down to the kitchen to eat some more, a d spent the day getting to know each other.
(A/n it's now 8:00pm)
Alex, Max and I are currently snuggled up on the couch watching my favorite childhood movie, Toy Story. I remember my Dad always put it on for me, and I swear he knows the whole movie by heart. It got scary sometimes when he'd mouth out the words, but it never failed to make me giggle. I wonder what he's doing right now. Probably about to go to be- Oh Fuck! Have I even gone home since school? Have I even called him? Oh my god they're probably so worried! I tap Alex on the shoulder, which makes him pause the movie and look at me. "I need to call my Dad, he's probably worried sick." I say, panic clear in my voice. Alex nods, getting up. "I'll go get your school bag, your phone is in it." I nod, watching him walk out of the room. About 5 minutes later, Alex walks back in with my phone in one hand, bag in the other. I mumble a thank you, and throw my bag over my shoulder. "I should get home, see you guys at school." I say, smiling at my two new friends. They nod, waving with huge smiles on their faces. "Nice seeing you, I'll see you tommorow, and text you." Alex says, soon turning Toy story back on and relaxing on the couch. I walk to the front hall, throwing my jacket and shoes on - which just so happen to be chilling their - a d walk out the door. I turn my phone on, and am met with 70 messages, 50 missed phone calls, ten from each of my uncles, and Dad. "I'm gonna be in so much shit.." I mumble, dialing my Dads phone number. It rings once, but right when it rings again, a furious Dad picks up, already yelling into the phone. "April where the hell have you been! We've been worried sick! We've called you so many times, and even texted you! You didn't even come home last night, and you skipped class. Is it a boy? Were you with guys? Oh my god you are! Get home right no-" I cut his rampling spree off by yelling into the phone, "Yes I was with a guy! I wasnt paying attention to my phone, we didn't do anything, and it'd just one class! Would you quit PMSing please? And I'm on my way home now." He sighed, and grumbled an 'okay' and hung up. Not even an 'I love you' or a 'see you soon'. Once again, I am SO fucked...