Through the Dark // 1D [PROBABLY DISCONTINUED]

Ch. 3 [Through the Dark]

Enjoy the chappie-

I hope the suspense was good enough last chapter....

I will try my best!!!!

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dedicated to @cherryblossom712. We could talk Warriors all day, gal ;)

read on, soldiers!!!!!

MUAHAAAAHAAA

**I realized now that Zayn still does not have his driver's license, so please just pretend he already does, thanks.** 

Love ya,'

Caitlin

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Bronwyn's POV

I screamed in shock and agony. All these people, flashing cameras in my face... I hated crowds and this was a nightmare. I squeezed my eyes closed and firmly held on to the rail as Liam nudged me.

"Put on these glasses... ahh, Bronwyn, and please, don't scream, hold onto my arm. I've been through worse." His gaze fell on me, and the only reason I knew I could trust him was by the look of certainty on his face.

However, the second I clutched his arm like I was going to fall and die, flashes went off, and people started screaming more questions at us. I could care less if the paps weren't blocking our path. But they were blocking the path, making me care that they were there.

A couple seconds later I heard a fresh wave of screams and knew that .... Harry? Must have arrived. I couldn't help but wonder how they are so friggin famous, and what they're doing hanging around a skitch like me? I don't even have any potential. Liam ushered me quickly out of the lobby and into the waiting limo.

We stalled for Harry, and when he came, signing things and laughing, we hit the brakes and left behind a bunch of angry paps and people. A couple girls shook their fists and all I could do was shake my head. Why would they want to meet these boys?

I curled up in a ball on the plush seat, just trying to sort out all these confusing thoughts. Liam and Harry were famous? Why was I kidnapped? What really happened when I was drunk? All these questions floated around my mind, but there wasn't any reasonable answers I could think of.

Soon my thoughts drifted to my lists. My precious lists. They held everything to me, and the fact that I was parted from them was depressing. Well, I mean, I'm already depressed, but my lists are the light in my dark past. The thing to help me forgive and forget. Forgiveness they don't deserve; my parents don't deserve that. Neither do my bullies. But to forget is as good as forgiving, to keep oneself moving forward.

I don't remember crying, but I must have because I think Liam noticed. I felt an arm wrapping over my shoulders and he whispered in my ear. "Bronwyn, what's wrong, love?"

All I could do was shudder and look up into his puppy-like eyes, tears staining my cheeks. I don't think there is an answer to his question. Everything in my freaking life has gone wrong.

Harry shifted from the seat across from me. "Liam. She woke up with a massive headache and a cracked skull. How would you feel?" A light smirk played on his lips and I narrowed my eyes, trying to figure out what he was getting at.

Liam shrugged. "Very true, but I don't think when someone hears their parents being mentioned just starts having a breakdown in front of the cameras..."

Harry was immediately tensed. "You don't think they hurt her?"

I crossed my arms. Obviously they were ignoring me when I was right in front of their eyes. Even though my face was still in my hands, I could hear their murmurs.