One Direction's Daughter

Chapter 1

There may or may not be mentions of self harm, dark thoughts, etc., so if that is a trigger to you, I'm so sorry. This was a story I wrote as a 15 year old, and I'm just posting everything I wrote.
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~Liam's POV~

"Guys, will you stop fighting!" I yelled, and the boys got quiet, walking into the living room. Harry and Zayn had been fighting over the bathroom for the umpteenth time, while Louis and Niall had been fighting because Niall had apparently stole Louis' carrots or something. "I am sick and tired of having to constantly hear you guys have screaming matches with each other. Every single day! Can't you stop it?!"

"Sorry," they mumbled. They all sat on the couch, Harry beside Louis who was beside Zayn who was beside Niall.

"What is it going to take to get you guys to behave?" I asked, rubbing my temples. "I mean, you guys are practically adults! Louis, you are an adult!"

"It's not my fault Niall-"

"Zip it!" I said, and he got quiet again. I started pacing, trying to think of ways that could help them act their ages. I stopped pacing when I got an idea.

"All of you, stay here," I said. "I need to make a call. If I hear any more shouting, I will knock your heads together. Understand?" They nodded silently. I walked out of the room and pulled my phone out, dialing a number.

"Hello?" Simon answered.

"Uncle Si, I need to talk to you."

~Savannah's POV~

I sighed as my long, dark brown, hair fell in my face while I strummed my guitar that I learned to play at age 3. The walls were thick, so no one in the orphanage could hear it. They hated listening to me play my guitar, so since they had one room with really thick walls, they gave it to me. I always play my guitar; it was one of the only 3 things I had left of my mum. I also had a locket that was my mums that I always wore and a leather-bound notebook. My mum passed away in a plane crash on her way back from work when I was 6, and I've been living in this orphanage ever since because my dad didn't want anything to do with me. I'm 15 right now, 16 in six months (December 16 to be exact), I'm originally from Mullingar, Ireland, and I'm only 5'3.

I opened my notebook and saw the note my mum had written inside when she first gave it to me.

You are the greatest daughter in the world. Use this to write anything, whether it be songs or your thoughts, or even use it to draw. It doesn't matter. I love you, and don't let anyone control you. You are your own person. Show people what you can accomplish.

            Mum xx

I flipped through my book, looking at the songs I wrote with the guitar chords and the thoughts I felt while I lived here in the orphanage. I wish I could've listened to my mum and not let people control me, but it wasn't possible. My eight previous 'parents', the kids here and the owner of the orphanage thought it would be best to hurt me. They've kicked me, broke bones, burned me with cigarettes, cut me. Everything. They also give me food once every 7 days. I had to suffer through it ever since I got here. I cut myself sometimes, as well, just because then I know I can control it.

My door slammed open, and I jumped up, placing my guitar on the bed.

"Get over here, you ungrateful bastard!" the owner yelled. I didn't dare learn her name, knowing it wouldn't matter anyway. I carefully walked over to her, and she grabbed my arm with a tight grip. There'd be a mark there later.

She dragged me to the stairs and pushed me down, causing me to land hard. I groaned in pain, and she just dragged me to the living room.

"Kids!" she called sweetly. The older kids ran over to us, and they smirked when they saw me. "It's time to have some fun." They grinned evilly, and I tried to back away. Sadly, one of them grabbed me and dragged me into the middle of them. I tried to display no emotion as they beat me.