I Was Saved By One Direction

Part 3: Nightmares, Board Games, and...Don't Call Me Ali

"What are you doing here?" I question.

"I came to get my princess back. Duh." Dad mumbles.

"I'm not your princess anymore." I reply backing away.

"You're right, you are so much more to me now." Dad smiles.

"I am?" I ask with hopeful eyes.

"No! B**** you're not!" He yells. I try running past him but he throws me to the ground. He chuckles straddling over me. I squeeze my eyes shut as he reaches for the zipper on my jeans.

I shriek. Three people come racing in the room with bats. I scream tossing pillows at them.

"Allison it's just us!" Louis yells ducking so they all hit the other boys sending them to the ground. My heart pounds against my chest. Tears continue down my face. "What happened?"

"Nightmare." I croak out. I didn't have any pillows left to cry into. Louis whispers something to Liam. The others walk out of the room. Louis comes over to me. I crunch farther into the blankets.

"It's ok." Louis says. "I won't hurt you. I'm would never." He sits in the spot next to me. He places an arm around my waist. My hands let go of the waistline on my pajama pants. "You're alright." I slowly lay my head against his chest. "Caterpillar in the tree, how you wonder who you'll be, can't go far but you can always dream. Wish you may and wish you might, don't you worry hold on tight, I promise you there will come a day." Louis sings quietly into my ear rocking me back and forth. I fall asleep soon to the steady beat of his heart.

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"You ok after last night?" Harry questions while making breakfast.

"Yeah." I nod sitting down.

"Louis said you fell asleep pretty quick." Liam tries to make small talk.

"Kinda." I shrug. I didn't really feel like talking about last night. It was just filled of horror, and I did NOT want to talk about it.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Harry asks putting plates in front of us. I repeat: I did NOT want to talk about it.

"No." I shake my head. "When can we go pick up Danny?"

"I think he's getting discharged at...ten?" Harry tilts his head.

"Yep!" Liam pops the 'p'. "So we can go over at about nine fifteen."

"Where is Louis?" I was going out of my comfort zone, a lot, but I wanted to learn how to trust again.

"He's probably still asleep." Harry answers. After eating I walk back upstairs into my OWN bathroom. I take a quick shower washing my hair with strawberry shampoo and conditioner. I brush my teeth. I run a brush through my hair and decide to leave it down. I wrap a towel around me going into the walk-in closet. It was filled with the clothes Eleanor and I got yesterday. 

I pull on a plaid green shirt. I roll the sleeves to my elbows. I slip on a pair of skinny jeans. I lace up my old ratty grey sneakers. They used to be white, they aren't anymore.

I was wearing all my clothes from before. I wasn't going to wear any of the stuff we got for a while. I want to get used to these people and this home before adjusting to a new style of clothes. I look in the mirror. Maybe I should wear a long sleeve shirt. Some scars and burns are still showing. That isn't good.

"Allison! Are you ready?! It's time to go!" Louis screams from downstairs.

"Yeah!" I call. I grab my jacket pulling it on. I walk down.

"LEGGO!" Liam shrieks. We get into the car. Knowing I would get sick I close my eyes. 

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"This place is so big!" Danny squeals as soon as we walk into the house. Yeah, I called it 'the house'. I wasn't going to classify it as 'my house' until I was sure they wouldn't send us back. There were a lot of things I wasn't going to do until I was comfortable. I am one weird nugget. "Do you have any board games?"

"Yeah buddy!" Niall yells jumping over the couch running to a closet. He pulls it open. "You know, now that I think about it," He takes one of the boxes out. "it is kind of sad that we have games that say they are for 3 to 7." I laugh. After Danny picks out a board game we plop onto the floor starting to play.

"Argh! You knocked me back to start Ali!" Louis complains. My eyes widen.

"This is the best day ever!" The eight year old me bounces up and down.

"You're gonna have to go home soon though sweetie." Mummy ruffles my hair with her one free hand. The other was holding my new baby brother.

"Why?" I pout.

"You can't stay overnight. Daddy and I have to stay here with the baby for another day."  Mummy tries explaining.

"Awww." I whine.

"How about nana and pappy take you to Toys R Us and you can have a sleepover at their house?"  Mummy questions.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah!" I jump up.

"Be a good girl Ali." Mummy kisses my forehead.

"Ali? Are you ok?" Louis asks.

"D-don't call me Ali." I slur with tears building up in my eyes. I race upstairs into my room. I slam the door behind me sliding down against it. I sit there bawling. I couldn't help it. Any time someone called me Ali I would just lose it. I curl into a ball crying my eyes out.

*Louis' POV*

I get to my feet walking upstairs. I try opening Allison's door but it is locked. I go into my room opening the window. I swing into her room. She was there on the floor in a ball crying. Seeing her like that ripped my heart out and put it through a shredder. I walk over sitting beside her.

"I'm sorry." I apologize. "I didn't mean to make you upset."

"I-It's not-not y-your fa-fault." Allison gapes out.

"If you don't want to talk, that's fine. I just want you to know that I'm here for you and my door's always open." I tell her.

"Thank you Louis." She slides over laying her head on my lap. A smile spreads across my face. I play with her hair. It seems to calm her down.

*Zayn's POV*

"Why doesn't she like being called Ali?" I question Danny.

"I don't know. She's hated being called Ali for a really long time." Danny explains. Strange.

I wonder why she didn't like being called that. Did it have something to do with her life before she met us? Did someone call her Ali and then did they die? I was determind to find out those questions along with my others. What was the nightmare she had? Why didn't she want to talk about it? Why was she so sensitive? Why did she cry herself to sleep last night? Why? Why?!