1 Direction: Their Secret

'Discoveries'

Pain shot through my head. I got up quickly, but that only doubled the pain. I straightened my clothes and went downstairs, knocking on the majestic golden door when I came upon it. 

"Come in." A voice growled, obviously irritated. "Erm...Dad, I have-" I began but I was cut off by the man in black robes. "Since when am I your dad?! You ungrateful imbecile!" The figure who was my dad got up, his grey eyes flashing dangerously. "You are no child of mine, whore!"  I felt pain on my cheek. Tears swelled up my eyes. He grabbed the collar of my shirt so hard, he ripped it slightly and slammed me on the floor. He kicked my body and grabbed a fistful of my hair.

He dragged me to the main door and threw me out, screaming as he did so, "Never you dare to enter the Avonnie's household again!" He spat on the ground. "Whore." He mumbled.

I clutched my stomach and winced. The pain was unbearable. I got up, only to fall on the ground again. Feeling a cough coming, I held my hand to my mouth. Blood seeped through.

I spotted a nearby building and crawled slowly and painfully to it. Emphasis on painfully. I opened a door and crawled inside.

Why? Why? About 6 million people on Earth and I had to be one of the 10,000 that got unlucky. I buried my head in my knees and began to cry. What a monster for a dad! 

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Niall Horan's P.O.V

I laughed along with the guys, slinging my arms around Liam and Louis and smirking. Harry ruffled my hair and my half blond, half brown hair fell into my face. As we passed our closet, I heard an eerie sound of sobs. High-pitched ones. Feminine ones. I glanced at Louis, thinking he made the sound. Clearly the others had not heard that sound that had so eerily entered my ears. 

"Err...hey guys, why don't we change our clothes now? I'm getting kinda sweaty." I suggested. They agreed and off we went to our giant closet. While they changed, I searched through racks to find the source of sound before it fades completely. The sobs turned to coughs and hacking and the sobbing continued. I slashed the hangings of a wardrobe open. Inside, hidden by the many clothes of mine, sat a girl about 19 or so. She looked up, terrified for being discovered. Her shocked face turned to a shy one.

She brushed her blond with natural brown-streaked hair out of her sparkling wet dark brown eyes. Her face was covered in tears. She buried her face in her hands. So beautiful yet so fragile...I reached out to reassure her, but she whimpered and scooted away. I took one of my hoodies of its hanging and wrapped it gently around her. Or at least I thought it was gentle. She looked up at me with her intelligent dark eyes.

"Who are y-you?" she asked meekly. "I'm Niall. Why are you hiding in here?" I asked her. 

"I-I..." she burst into tears the moment I asked her the stupid freakin' question. I made a girl cry. In front of me. Wow, that's a first. The guys chit chatted away and I'm worrying about a girl.

I patted her clumsily on the back. How am I supposed to calm down a crying girl? Instead of relaxing, she tensed up. I sighed and stopped my actions. I waited for her sobs to stop and in the meantime, I slid into my other hoodie. After a while, her sobs ceased. She had fell asleep.

 "Nialler!" The boys called, sounding angry. I bit my lip. How long had I been here? Must've been 5 minutes.

"1 more minute and I'm going to smash this door!" Liam shouted, pounding on the door. Think fast, Niall. Do I hide her, or do I present her to my friends? I reached my desicion as Liam literally smashed the door. A gaping hole was in the door.

"Niall, mate what happened to you? 30 minutes!" Harry whined. "I-er fell- fell asleep. Yeah, I fell asleep." I smiled a little too innocently. They must've figured something was up, because they immediately clawed through my clothes racks. I waited outside because Louis pushed me. I heard surprised gasps and I entered back. 

"What have you done to this girl?" Louis asked in awe, staring at the asleep girl. When you found a girl looking harassed in a closet of a hiding boy, someone should always thought about it the wrong and negative way. "She was hiding there, crying!" I said defensively. "And care to explained who she is?" Liam asked, smirking slightly.

"I don't know, she just showed up!" 

"Hm...interesting...we should look after her till she's well." Harry told us. We all agreed.

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Exhausted, the first thing I thought about was food. Food.

I reached for the Nando's I had brought along with us to this tour. I munched into it as the boys sighed at the sight of me eating. What, had they not seen me eating before?

The girl on the couch groaned at shot straight up. I froze at her sudden movement, the, correction, my Peri-Peri sauce dripping from my chips. The girl rubbed her eyes with her knuckles and coughed thrice. I smiled and continued to eat, until I noticed the girl eyeing me suspiciously. I caught her eyes.

However hungry Mr. Horan was, I'll always be a gentleman. I offered the girl some food and a cup of strawberry milkshake. She took it gingerly, probably suspecting poison or drugs, but she began to eat it anyway. 

I smiled at her and continued to eat my own lunch. 

Nando's could not have tasted better.