Everything about you - One Direction Fanfic

 Chapter 1

A/N – Hi! I have ditched my other 1D story because it was uninteresting and I hated the story line so I have decided to make a new one!  I am a massive One Direction fan and if anyone in the comment section disses them I will report them ;D They don’t deserve to be hated and neither do I so just don’t hate on us :) anyway thank you so much if you are reading this I hope you enjoy it!

I run through the pouring rain, tears streaming down my face.  How cliché this all is, I think as the salty waterfalls drip down my face. I just caught my boyfriend cheating on me………with my best friend! How could they both do that to me, didn't they think I would ever catch them or when I did that I would be hurt?  Melissa, my best friend, had always told me that best friends are always there to catch you when you fall.  Well guess what, she is the one that dropped me in the first place!

I think of the times when my boyfriend and I kissed, hugged and whispered sweet nothings to each other.  I loved him with all my heart and he just threw it away like a chewed up apple! A strangled sob escapes my mouth and a stitch is forming in my chest but I keep on running. As my feet continue to speed on I can hear his voice begging me to come back and my friend yelling that she is sorry, but I don’t care. They can both go to hell for all I care.  Visions of them kissing and giggling play through my mind. How long had they been doing this before I found out about it? The memory of them together is extremely painful and I can actually feel my heart breaking as I stumble along the road back to…..where am I going to go?

I am definitely not going to go back to my house that I share with my now ex boyfriend and I am never going to return to my parent’s house because I absolutely hate them.

 Ever since I was born my mother hated me. It was because my father left her when I was born and she thought that I was bad luck to the family. I always told her I loved her but she would just hit me and scream rude words at me. My brother used to live with us and when our mum was cruel to me, he would hold me and defend me.  But when I was 14 he moved away and my house became a hell hole. Salty tears spring to my eyes as I remember when I was 8 years old and my mum  said to me that I was an accident and that she didn’t love me.  

*FLASHBACK!*

I awoke from my nap with a yawn, my mouth forming a small "O" as I did so. It was a Saturday afternoon and I had awoken from my daily nap. My eyes were peacefully shut but flew wide open when a hand connected with my face, making a large SLAP noise. I yelped and clutched at my face to see my mother fuming in front of me.  She had a beer bottle in her hand. She had been drinking. I feared she would hit me with the beer bottle so I leaped out of bed and ran.  I reached the door but was pulled back by a rough hand. A millisecond later the beer bottle came in contact with me leg and it shattered, cutting my leg and leaving a few shards stuck in my flesh here and there. My tears fell fast and I began to cry, but my wails were futile. My mother just locked me in my room and turned on music so that the neighbours would not here my cries of pain. But before she left she whispered in my ear " You were an accident". I had lay bleeding on the ground for hours before my brother found me in my room. He had taken care of me while my mother drowned herself in self-pity and alchohol downstairs.

*END OF FLASHBACK*

I shake the horrible memories of that day out of my head and glanced down at the scar that travelled down my leg, caused by the beer bottle. I sob again and wish I could just be a normal child who had loving parents, trustworthy friends and a loving boyfriend. I had only loved going to school because I was away from my parents and I got to see my friends and my “loving” boyfriend.  When he had asked me to move in with him I couldn’t have been happier, I had basically jumped into his arms.  I had basically packed my bags and left, I didn't tell me mother where I was going or if I was ever coming back but I don't think she cared at all really. My torture had come to an end.