Diana (One Direction)

Perfect Lives

AN: Hey guys! I just wanted to thank everyone for giving this story a chance and for the votes I've received. It meant millions to me:)

Front pages on your pictures, they make you look so small

So I'm gonna start from the beginning. I know you're all probably wondering how this happened to me or what I did to cause all of this, so I decided to tell my story and hopefully this'll help anyone who's going through the same things I am.

Some of the events from this are pretty much hard to believe. Like how One Direction came into here. I know, hard to believe. But I promise you that it'll all be explained.

*5 months ago*

I turned my face away from him, staring outside the window. I was scared. No, I was terrified. I was terrified that he might hit me again...and that there was nothing I could do about it.

"Where were you? You were late." His face remained impassive from what I could tell looking from the rear view mirror.

I fumbled with the buttons on my jacket. I didn't know what he was gonna do to me this time. I was really scared, all I wanted to do was get out of this car, but he would chase me if I ran.

"I had to babysit Marely's kids, her mom went to the hospital...I tried to call you, but you didn't pick up..." To be honest, I just wanted him to hit me to get it over with already. This time, I came prepared. I brought my foundation with me to cover up any bruises before I came inside the house.

"Get out of the car," he said, pulling the keys out of the ignition. His usual soft, brown eyes looked stone cold.

Gripping the lid of the foundation in my jacket pocket, I stared at him. "What?"

"I said get out of the car," he leaned across me to open my door, "now."

It didn't make sense. Is he gonna leave me, without hitting me? Or was he gonna climb out too and hit me out here? I unbuckled my seat belt and got out of the car. I watched him from outside the car. He held the keys in one hand and was running his other hand through his hair. For a second, I considered that he might leave.

But I was wrong.

He opened his door and climbed out. I looked around me, we were in my neighborhood. Would he really hit me in public?

I gripped the plastic container in my pocket. As he came closer, I stepped back.

"Stop moving," he said. I stopped, watching him inch closer to me as if it were in slow motion. My hair covered my eyes, blocking my view of him. I didn't dare to move a muscle.

Finally, he glowered over my small frame. I suddenly forgot who he was...or who I loved. Now he was some monster, he felt no emotion. I thought that I could save him from losing himself, but ended up losing myself in the process.

I no longer knew right from wrong. All those nights I've spent covering up these bruises...all the nights I've spent crying....

His hand moved my hair from my eyes. I could finally see. I looked into his eyes, they looked like the same brown ones I fell in love with. He gave me a sympathetic look, rubbing my cheek in little tiny circles. I had the urge to smack his hand away and cry for help, but I felt frozen in place and my mouth felt dry.

The impact of his fist to me jaw made me fall to the ground. I screeched as he climbed on top of me and began punching me repetitively.

I sobbed as he hit me and wouldn't stop. The metallic taste of blood lingered in my mouth as my vision blurred. I tried to push him off of me, but that caused him to hit me harder. I wondered why nobody saw us yet. I'm surprised that no one heard my screams and his "shut ups".

I didn't know whose blood was on my face, mine from my mouth or his from his fist. But I didn't care, I just wanted him to get off of me. Is it a possibility that I could die tonight? Oh, no. I didn't want to die. Everyone would be wondering how August Harp, the girl with the "perfect" life, had let her boyfriend abuse her and not put an end to it.

But maybe this would be the end...for me at least. I could no longer feel my face, all I heard were my sobs, his grunts, and a loud ringing in my ear.

He stopped punching me and stood up. I lie on my side, coughing out blood. That didn't look so good. He swung his leg back, preparing to kick my spine when I heard someone shout from across the street.

"GET OFF OF HER!"

AN: So what'd ya think? Leave any questions/comments below and I'll gladly reply! Oh, and you should be expecting the boys to pop up within the next one or two chapters. I just wanted to make a intro before shoving everything in all at once. Again, thanks for reading and have a great day!!!<3