*Niall's POV*
"Problem!" Zayn shouts while looking at his phone as we get downstairs.
"What?" Louis groans.
"Allison needs two creative studies. We have gym covered since we have stuff in the basement and the biggest backyard ever." Zayn responds.
"She knows everything there is to know about cooking considering Liam's cake." Harry points out.
"Piano?" I suggest.
"Her mum taught her piano." Louis bites his lip.
"Art is ruled out too since she did it with her mum forever." Liam says.
"Sewing won't work because she fixed our jackets last night." Zayn sighs.
"Niall could teach her guitar!" Harry yells popping to his feet.
"YES!" The lads chorus.
"Why do I have to do it?!" I shriek.
"You are the best at guitar and it's pretty da** obvious you have a crush on her." Louis replies handing me my guitar. I stick my tongue out at them.
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*Allison's POV*
"I never thought playing guitar would be something that interested me so much." I tell Niall as he positions my fingers.
"Yet here we are." Niall smiles at me.
"Why am I on the cover of a magazine?" I ask after a bit.
"What do you mean?" Niall frets looking up. He seemed very worried.
"Some girls showed me a magazine when I took Danny to the bus. The front page was you putting me in the car at the smoothie shop." I explain.
"S*it me." He mutters under his breath.
"Who were those guys taking pictures?" I question.
"Paparazzi. They follow us around everywhere trying to get a story." Niall answers with his fingers flying across the keyboard of his phone.
"You mean like how someone has chased you around with a guitar?" I smirk.
"What?" Niall tilts his head. Then we were chasing each other around the room with our guitars.
"This doesn't look like a guitar lesson!" Liam exclaims as Niall corners me.
"It is!" I yell back, crawling through Niall's legs and running away. I hide behind Liam. "He's teaching me how to dodge guitar attacks!"
"Ninja!" Niall shrieks doing a pose on the table.
"Sneak attack!" Louis screams.
"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" Niall screams at the top of his lungs, falling to the floor.
"Victory is mine!" I cheer. Louis high-fives me. Ohhh this was fun.
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*Zayn's POV*
"Get your butts down here!" I hiss running up the stairs.
"Why?" Harry asks.
"Allison is at the piano! She's gonna sing! Hurry!" I whisper. We almost tackle each other down the stairs, hiding behind the wall. This was going to be gooooood. She starts playing. Holy balls.
"I've been wishin' for something missin'. To fill this empty space. To show the person behind the curtain. So you'll understand. Who I really am. The me that you don't see. Is praying there's a chance you still believe. Tell me that I'm worth it. I'll prove that I deserve it. And I can be; the me that you don't see. To be standing tall! No shadows at all! That's all I really wanna do. To be a circle of one! Steppin' into the sun! Sharin' the light that's here with you. I'm here with you. Oh! The me that you don't see! Is prayin' there's a chance you still believe! Tell me that I'm worth it! I'll prove that I deserve it! And I can be; the me that you don't see."
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*Allison's POV*
"Harold Edward Styles, if you don't give me my food right now I swear to God I will kill you." I grit through my teeth.
"Nope." Harry pops the 'p', holding the plate above his head. I tackle him. He shrieks. I snatch the plate and climb off of him. I skip over to the table. I open my laptop. I go on twitter. Whoa.
B*tch! You're ruining their chances in making it!
You aren't good enough for them!
You're such a slut!
#HatingAllison
You are such a slag it is unbelievable.
Niall doesn't actually like you. He's just using you for a quick fling.
Go back to where you came from or you're going down.
B*tch, b*stard, d*ck, slut, slag, what am I forgetting? Oh, whore!
I can't believe you genuinely think you will make it in the fame world.
"My name is Allison and I act like this perfect little angel when I'm really the biggest whore."
"Simple is best." Then why are you living with One Direction you a*s?!
All I could see were bad things rolling in. They all said the same things. Back off, leave them, you slag, slut, whore, b*tch, b*stard, d*ck, a*s, jacka*s, everything. My heart was slowly melting. It wasn't anything I hadn't heard before but it hurt.
"Are you ok Allison?" Louis asks coming over and sitting across from me. "You look kind of pale."
"Uh, yeah." I lie putting a hand on the back of my neck, watching more hurtful words flick by.
"What are you looking at?" Niall questions me. Before I can stop him the Mulingar boy snatches my laptop off of the table. "Louis." Niall whines.
"What?" Louis asks walking around to look. All of the boys crowd around my computer. I roll my eyes. "Allison..." They look up.
"Tell the truth. How long have you been getting hate on twitter?" Liam raises an eyebrow at me.
"On twitter, not at all until now. On every other social website, since we met because I had them before my mum died." I sigh.
"Ok..." Zayn trails off. And they dig their heads back into my computer screen.
"What are you even doing?" I furrow my eyebrows together.
"Deleting all your online profiles." Harry tells me.
"Why?" I moan.
"You shouldn't be getting this much hate. It's not right." Louis answers.
"I'm a big girl, I can handle it." I cross my arms.
"Too late." Niall replies looking up. I groan being handed my phone. These boys were VERY VERY VERY overprotective. It was getting really annoying but I liked the fact that someone cared about me.
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I Was Saved By One Direction
FanfictionAllison and her little brother Danny's worlds are about to be rocked when their father Peter gives them up for adoption. Who comes along at the train station but One Direction? So what would happen when it is found out that Allison had a harder past...
