Direct {Harry Styles}

1

Future-

I threw the vase against the wall and it shattered. I was screaming and crying. I was done. I should kill myself and finally be at peace.

"Allison stop!" Dani screamed. She was covered in bruises, but we all were. Me, El, Perrie, Dani. I was the worst. They got hurt because of me. I grabbed a picture frame and threw it at the wall.

Perrie tried to grab my arm, but I yanked it away. I picked up a lamp and threw it. "Allison please stop!", cried El.

I broke down on the floor, burrying my face in my hands and wailing loudly. They all came over and hugged me, a big group hug. We were all crying.

"You guys don't get it.... T-This is Hell. This is Hell.... And we can't leave."

Now-

I guess this is where it starts.

I zip the duffle bag full of my clothes all the way closed. I throw the long strap over my shoulder and take a look at my boyfriend sound asleep. He lays shirtless, snoring loudly.

I turn my head and take a look in the mirror, the fresh bruises still there. I brush my fingers across my cheek and I have the urge to kick him, but I would ruin everything if I did that.

Deep breaths. I take the lipstick out of my pocket and write on the mirror.

Wish you the best of luck in your shitty life.

Love,

Allie

I kiss the mirror and start for the window, opening it slowly so I don't wake up the beast laying in the bed close by.

I push the duffle bag out first and it lands on the balcony below. I shuffle out and Jake turns in his sleep. I slowly close the window after me and I look down at the alleyway.

Niall waves up at me and I smile back. He already pulled the ladder down and all I have to do is climb it.

I climb down and I get my freedom back. Climb down and I'm done with bruises and crying. Climb down and no more abusive boyfriends.

I put the duffle bag back around my body and start my decent. The metal strains with noise and I almost go back but I can't. I've come too far.

And before I know it, Niall's hands are around me in an embrace and I can't help the smile on my face.

-tiraa*