1D Next Door Tour

Chapter 6

Pay attention thing might start to get confusing

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Ashlyn's POV~

I rushed over to Zayn when I saw him struggling with his bags. "need some help?" I asked politely "nope" he said popping the 'p' I huffed and crossed my arms over my chest "fine, I didn't want to help you anyway" I pouted,

He chuckled "you remind me of my friend Louis" I stomped off smiling a bit, I grabbed one of Josh's bags and walked it into 'One Direction's Mansion' "Where do you want it?" I asked Josh as I turned on my heels to face him "upstairs, down the hall third door to the right" I nodded and headed up opening the door slightly then walking in but when I looked up I saw the boy that was at the mall yesterday,

Now what was his name? "Ash?!?" he asked a bit shocked, I nodded..... hmph, Neil? Ni- Ni-Ni- Niall yeah it was Niall "hey Niall" I smiled sitting the bag down "well I better go my boyfriend still has more bags and what are you doing here?".

"Well I will be living here for a while and I didn't know you were from Bradford except for your accent which is just like Zayn's and Josh is your boyfriend?" Niall carried on and I nodded "wait how do you know Josh?" I asked my smile fading.

"He's my/One Direction's drummer" he replied normally while my face became flustered and red as I stormed out of the room and back down stairs .How could he? I felt tears streaming down my face. He's a trader! I can't believe he did this to me!

I growled as I marched up to him "how could you? you know what they did to me how they ruined my life and because of them Im like this today!" I screeched, I heard someone running up behind me "I'm sorry this was my only chance I knew you wouldn't approve that's why I kept it a secret" he said sadly it looked like he was about to cry.

My knees buckled forward and I fell to the floor, I felt someone pick me up I turned to see Liam there holding me, he dragged me over to the couch but I couldn't see where Josh went, he disappeared.

"What's wrong? I knew you were talking about us. what is it?" he asked caressing my arm as I cried, I sniffled debating on if I should tell him, and I decided I should tell him there's nothing to hide from.

"It started when I was in eighth grade, I was abused by my father and when my dad would be done beating me my older brother would help take care of me, and my dad forced me into singing, he said if I won X-Factor he wouldn't touch me ever again, but you guys came along and ruined my shot, I got abused for another 4 years until I was 17 and then I was able to move out but by then my dad was put into jail and my brother was sent away...... you guys ruined my life!" I sobbed trying to get up but I fell right back down onto the floor "shhh" he cooed rocking me back and forth in his arms, I tried to protest and get away from his grip but it was no use,

He had an iron grip.

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I'm stumped I have run out of ideas for the middle of the story but I have ideas for the end and without ideas there's no story so comment your ideas thanks!