The Dreams That Saved Mallory {One Direction FacFic Story!(: }

Dreams, Devastation, and More Dreams (Part 1)

*Zayn's POV*

*Dream*

She looked like an angel. Mallory was in a flowing, long, shite dress aligned with lace. Where her left shoulder strap was she had a white and silver boa. [For a left shoulder strap.] Her diamond necklace glimmered in the small and few rays of light the alley had to offer. Her dress, my mind thought, it's going to be ruined because of the alley. I cursed under my breath, "Why the alleyway?!?" I said to myself quietly. You know why, my brain whispered, because of what happened. Your past. You never forgave yourself. That's why the alley's so dark. You say to yourself all the time that: "Sometimes the past needs to be buried; and stay buried." Luckily, no one knows what happened that September chilly night. None of the fans, cops, nobody. Although you almost told Liam. . .Almost. One Time. They can't know. Nobody can know.

"Zayn!" Mallory squealed with delight, running and giving me a hug. Well, isn't this interesting. Last time I saw Mallory she had told me that she had been kidnapped a few days ago; or was it a few weeks ago? I don't remember, it's been so long. . . "Guess what?!? Guess What-Guess What-Guess What?!?" Mallory was giggling; her golden curls bouncing up and down. "What?" I asked. "You're IT!" she yelled; laughing. She darted behind a corner; behind the dumpster. "Try to find me!" she seemed really rather excited; acting as though she was a child. I walked around saying: "Mallory! Where are you?!?" Except I know where Mallory was hiding. That's where...she...hid from me. Haunted by my past, I walked to the dumpster. Mallory squealed with excitement. The same had happened to...her...but it wasn't joy. I had Mal locked in my arms-but she wasn't actually fighting me. Mallory was only pretending- not fighting for survival like the 5 year old girl did. Leiah Summers. The 5 year old girl I had murdered in the dark alleyway. I was drunk- and ever since then the alleyway was darker than anything. Dark secrets; that's what the alleyway was full of. Until Mallory came along. Her presence filled the dark alleyway with light.

Mallory left onto my back. "Piggyback Ride!" she squealed with delight. After a few minutes, I put her down. Her blue eyes sparkled with delight; I swept a curl from her face. "Mallory. . .I need to tell you something. . .I. . .I. . . haven't told anyone. I have a troubled past of violence that no one knows about. Should I tell the boys? I. . . I'm scared they'll hate me." "No they won't, Silly! Tell them!" she giggled, then grabbed my hands, putting them on her chest. I stared into her sparkling blue eyes; she looked into my brown ones. "All that matters is that I'm safe now; and that I Love You."

I awake with a start. "Tell them. Tell them.!." Mallory seemed to be whispering in my ear. Tell them. I glanced at the clock. 1:30. I walked around; checking in all the boys' rooms-they all seemed to be here, back from the club. "Yo! Everyone! everyone Up! I wanna have a meeting. And I wanna have it NOW!" Liam and Niall stumbled into the living room. Harry stumbled in; following suit. His green eyes looked sleep deprived; his curls looked like a tumbleweed on his head.

*Harry's POV*

"Yo! Everyone! everyone Up! I wanna have a meeting. And I wanna have it NOW!" Zayn's booming voice jolted me awake. I heard rusting in Niall and Liam's room; then their footsteps heading towards the living room. Luckily, I barely drank last night. I sat on the end of the bed; shaking my head to try to wake up. I blinked several times; 'side swept' my hair. Taking a deep breath, I walked out the door and into the living room.

Niall, Liam, and Zayn stood before me. Niall and Liam were wide eyed- jolted awake after an 'alcohol-cradled sleep ready for a hangover in the morning' sleep. Zayn grew impatient. "Louis," he yelled, "Get your ass in here!" Louis stumbled in. "What. The. Hell." Zayn smiled at the sight of Louis. "Okay everyone. Please take a seat." Zayn beamed with confidence; then it plummeted into nothingness. He sat down looking as though he had the weight of the world on his shoulders; he started to cry. Liam moved over to comfort Zayn; so did I. "I...I've done a lot...a lot of bad t...things I...in my life," Zayn said. Zayn looked up at us- his brown eyes glistened with tears. "I...I murdered a l...little 5 year old girl." WHAT?!? my mind screamed. That's just...that's just...Not Zayn. I looked towards Niall, Liam, and Louis. They wore the same expression I wore. Shock, surprise and horror. "W...What was her n...name?" I barely managed to say. "Leiah, Leiah Summers," he says. OH. MY. GOD. Rage, hatred, and yet love for my BFF fill my mind. "Z...Zayn?" "Yeah?" "L...Leiah was my daughter."

*Flashback to 2 years ago*

I get a letter from Andrea Summers. I raise my eyebrows at her name; I never expected to her from Andrea, again. We just hooked up at a club- and we had a one night stand. That's all. We texted back and forth a little bit in the months that followed; but that was soon burnt out. That was 6 years ago. Curiously; I open the letter. A picture of a little girl falls out. She strikes me as familiar; I realize why. Startled, I ran to a mirror. My eyes...the little girls eyes...my hair...the little girl's hair...my lips... the little girl's lips... they looked identical to mine. She had my dimples; my cheeky smile. I decided to read the letter.

Dearest Harry,

 I know I should've told you sooner. If you looked at the photo; you can tell. This little girl- Leiah Darcy Anne Summers- is your daughter. I never told you though, because I didn't want to affect your life. She was just a result from a one night stand; not a lasting, loving relationship. She was an accident, but welcomed as a surprise. I never wanted you to know; you aren't on the birth certificate- my fiancé at the time (now ex-husband) is her 'father.' I bet you're wondering why I wrote you then. Leiah- is missing. IDK where; please help me find our daughter.

~Andrea Summers

*end of flashback*

My best friend had murdered my baby. My baby girl.