Diana

A Caring Leprachaun

Niall picked me up, my legs around his waist and holding onto him. He whispered soothing words to me as we walked through the forest.

"Niall- who' that?" I heard lLouis voice. I acted like I was sleeping, I was pretty wiped out anyway.

"Diana." Niall said calmly.

"Ni, what're you doing? she has to go home! It's past 11:00!" Louis said, for once he was being responsible.

"Lou, think about it. She must've ran away if she's out here this late. she wouldn't have been crying when I found her." Niall said softly.

"Well, did she tell you anything?"

"No, she just said her name was Diana." I heard Louis sigh.

"How old do you think she is?" he asked.

"Maybe 14-15." Niall said. At that point, I stopped listening.

***

I woke up the next morning in a white bed in a light blue room. it had a walk-in closet, a big window, a desk with a laptop on it, a white shelf with all five one direction dolls on it, a mirror, and a bookshelf. My backpack was laying against a wall next to the door. I knew this wasn't my room, but am I really with one direction?

"Niall?" I yelled. I heard nothing. I laid back, thinking about my mum. I wondered if anyone found her or caught my dad. I hugged the blankets closer, realizing that I had no idea where I was, who I was with, and what they were going to do with me. was it a crazy fangirl? A cool fangirl? One direction? or some creeper?

Eventually, I heard footsteps and an Irish voice whispering. The door opened and Niall's head peeked in.

"You feeling okay, Diana?" Niall walked in, closing the door behind him. I shrugged as he sat at the foot of the bed. I sat up and looked at him, studying his features. Icey blue eyes, blonde hair that needed to be dyed again, and a soft loving face.

"Do you wanna tell me what happened?" He was gentle, knowing that something was up. I looked down and shook my head. He tenderly put his hand under my chin and raised my head to look at him.

"Do you wanna go meet the boys? I know you know us. we found our book in your backpack." Niall scooted a bit closer to me.

"I-I-I-I guess." I murmured. Niall smiled, glad that he got a response from me. I got up an saw that I was still in my jeans and blood-stained Trunkfit shirt that Austin Mahone had given me. It was ruined.... I held my tears and grabbed Niall's hand. He pulled his away and wrapped his arm around me.

"Boys, this is Diana." Niall announced happily. We turned a corner and there stood Louis, Liam, Zayn, an Harry. Harry's eyes narrowed at me. He had dark green eyes, just like my... dad. I snuggled against Niall, avoiding Harry's gaze.

"It's okay, babe. They would never hurt you." Niall said. Louis smiled and waved. I waved shyly. Liam's lips curled into a smile.

"Hello, Diana. I'm daddy direction." He waved and walked towards me. I tensed against Niall. Liam hugged me gently, and I relaxed into him. He gave bear hugs, where as Niall enveloped you in love. Zayn smiled.

"Hi Diana. You remind me of my sisters in some way." Zayn waved, feeling shy as well. And then Harry, who bit his lip and looked down. Good, that way he won't look at me.

"Alright, love. You've got to tell us where you live, your age, your parents, and why you were in the woods last night." Niall said.

"I live nowhere, I'm 15, my mom's dead and my dad abused the shit out of me, and I was in the woods last night to get the fuck away from my dad who was trying to shot my ass." The words slid of my tongue in the harshest manner. They all looked shocked, but Niall looked hurt too. I looked at Harry,who was staring, his eyes looking harsh. I pushed Niall away and ran towards the room I was in and locked it. No one had to see me, no one had to hear me, no one had to care, I was never talking ever again.

I walked to a door that was closed and discovered a bathroom. I looked in the medicine cabinets and found a few razors. I pulled the sleeve up of my shirt and revealed my scars from drawing. I took a razor and put it to my wrist. I slowly added pressure to it and scooted it across my skin and felt the pain shoot through my body. I kept the razor there and looked in the mirror. I looked at my hazel eyes, brown highlighted hair, and light skin. And the tears fell.