1D) Adopted by Niall Horan *Under Major Editing

Ch. 24 April and May

Ellie's POV

"Wake up, bitch!" the man screamed as he whipped me again. I woke up obidiantly. I had been laying down in the same spot, crying for the past month.

"What the hell do you want?" I screamed. "Eat," he commanded. I obidiantly picked up the small sandwich in front of me and began to eat it. It wasn't half bad considering the fact that I hadn't eaten in a week. I wolfed it down.

"What is wrong with you?" he asked. "Do you expect me to be fucking happy when you took me away from my home and beat me? And then you made me watch the goddamn tv!" I shouted. He smirked. "Oh, shut up, you deserve it," he said. Don't let it get to you, Ellie, you are better than that.

"Just leave me alone," I replied. He looked blankly at me, as if he expected something. "Guess what day it is?" he said. I didn't want to hear it. "April seventh, our second month together," he replied, evily. "I don't care," I said. "Suit yourself," he said. He walked out of the room.

What the hell was wrong with him? He couldn't even make his own plans make sense! I swear, when I get out of this dump, I was going to stay out.

Though, I didn't quite know how I was going to escape, I knew that I would. One day, when he was drunk and came downstairs and forgot to lock the door. That would be the day, when he actually had drugs in his house, which he didn't.

He only got worse. A month after that (in May), he came downstairs with a surprise.

"Happy three month anneversary," he sneered, throwing a footlong sandwich. I looked at it deeply. He could be tricking me, maybe he would poison me. I didn't want to die. I had to be stronger than the sandwich.

I decided after a while that my gut told me to eat the sandwich. My eyes widened as I opened it and a pungent odor twisted through the air. Mmmm. I lifted it to my mouth and took a bite.

"What the hell!" I shouted as soon as it landed on my tongue. It was covered in freaking vinigar! I chewed it up and threw the sandwich at him. He continued to laugh at my foolishness. I would remember to smell his food after that.

His face turned mad. "Bad bitch!" he shouted, punching me in the arm and face. "What did you learn?" he demanded. "To smell my food," I whispered as I began to cry. He kicked my leg very hard and pulled out his whip. "No!" I screamed. I was terrified of what he could do. He cracked my straight in the back with it. I began to shake with fear, my survival was getting harder and harder.

"What did you learn?" he demanded again. "To smell my food firt," I said. "Good," he replied as he handed me a water bottle, as he did once every two days. He turned around and walked upstairs.

I used almost every drop of that water cleaning my wound, as I did for the rest of the month. What the hell was it about me that made him angry?

"If you think that I'm a bitch, why don't you return me!" I screamed. He ran down the stairs and took a whip to me again, stinging the side of my leg. "Because you remind me so much of your mother, a waste of space," he spat, "I felt kind of bad for the poor lad for having to put up with you." And with that, he marched upstairs and stayed there.

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Zayn's POV

I woke up to a yelling sound. I ran around the house like a mad man looking for the source. I eventually found where it was coming from. Niall's room.

"No she isn't!" he shouted. He began sobbing. I ran up to him. "What the fuck, Niall?" I snapped, instantly regretting it. He wasn't feeling good at all, he was even on happy pills. I never would have dremed of Nialler needing happy pills. But hey, it was five in the morning, it wasn't my fault.

He woke up quickly and rubbed his eyes. "W-What?" he asked looking up at me. "You were talking in your sleep," I told him. He frowned. "Again?" he asked. I nodded. I should have just kept it to myself.

"What was it about?" I asked. "A man came to my door and said that Ellie had passed away," he said, "It was horrible. I had to pick out the clothes for her funeral and tell the church. I picked the dress that I bought her for the Brits. She never got to use it... I even had to tell the lads. And then....w-we had to go to her funeral." Tears flooded from his eyes.

"She is much to strong to die," I said, "I know that Ellie would put up the strongest fight to win. She would never give up." He didn't seem to believe me. "But she has a soft spot," he said, "Me." I smiled. "And she always will, that is why she will fight," I said.

"Zayn," he said, "I have a question. And you have to be one hundred percent honest with me. No lies, you understand?" I nodded. "It has been three months, do you think that she is still out there?" he asked. I sighed and prepared to answer.

"Niall," I said, "Ellie would never die without a huge fight. She has been through so much already. You and I will both lose hope before she does. And do you know why that is? Not only because she has you, but she is strong. Not only her body, but her heart. She could be beaten to the point that her body doesn't want to work anymore, but her heart would never give in."

"Also, Ellie has learned so many skills," Perrie chipped in from behind us, "She learn physical strength from Zayn. She learned positivity from Liam. She learned trust from Louis. She learned the virtue of laughter from Harry. But most of all, she learned love from you, Niall. She learned that love is a bond that never breaks. She knows that if she gives in, so will you. That is why as long as there are stars in the sky, I believe that Ellie will live."

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