Wonderlost

Rowan stood outside the gates of the rusted camp. She had her duffle bag hanging loosely from her shoulder.

She was the only girl who ever attended the camp. She also wore the same outfit every year.

The same tattered black tank top, with worn down camo pants, black combat boot, and dark brown hair in a loose braid or fishtail. Today she went for a braid.

Three boys behind her were making the same sexist comments.

"Why does she even go here?"

"She'll never be as good as us."

"I wonder if she ever gets mistaken for a man."

That last one got to her. She huffed out a breath, and slowly turned around. Dropping her duffle on the ground she walked up to the boys.

"Do you ever get mistaken for a guy?" She asked the blonde, then she punched him square in the jaw.

"Well I see this camp has done good to you." A voice said from behind her.

"Dad?" She turned around and ran up to him. "Dad!" She squealed.

She has always been a daddy's girl. But had her dad always felt the same as her? Her life when she was with her dad behind closed doors was a secret. Nobody knew who her dad really was.

No one.

***

Liam was buckled his seat belt on the plane. Next to him was an old lady who wore too much floral perfume, he had the window seat. Which at this point he was thankful for because next to the elderly woman was a man who smelled horrible, he smelled like dead bodies. Behind Liam was a little kid who was of course kicking his seat.

'Damn little kids' he thought to himself. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes. Trying to ignore the kicking. But the anger got to the best of him - like it always does - he turned back around.

"Can you fucking stop?" He asked the five year old boy who was smacking his gum too loudly for Liam's liking. Normally he would cuss around a kid but this was no exception.

The kids eyes got wide and he nodded quickly. The fear was evident in his eyes, and the way his hands started to tremble. The mum of the boy scolded him for using such vulgar language but he could care less.

Finally as the plane took off Liam leaned his head back again and went into a deep slumber.

A deep deep slumber.

***

Niall Horan sat across the aisle from Liam Payne. Everyone saw the crazed glint in his eye, maybe everyone knew who he was? If they did then they couldn't do anything, but pray he didn't have a 'crazy' breakdown.

Niall sat buckled and tried to restrain himself from staring at the flawless skinned girl. He skin was a beautiful tan, natural for sure. She hide her face behind the curtain of gold locks. Niall looked away and started to mumble science formulas - a way to keep him calm.

***

Zayn Malik was driving down a country road, he didn't really know where he was. Everything was surrounded by corn and Amish communities. In the back of his sleek Bentley was a couple of paint covered canvases. He was going to an art auction somewhere in Ohio and got lost along the way.

He sighed to himself and ran his hand through his hair. Making it looked even more sex-crazed. He licked his chap lips. Then reached for the Chapstick. He took his eyes off the road as he turned the corner to reach down and pick up the Chapstick.

The world around him froze.

***

Harry Styles sat dead yet alive in a hospital. His sister Gemma was weeping beside him. His mum had finally stopped coming, which if Harry was awake he would've been super pissed.

Gemma took his cold hands and prayed that one day he would wake up. She prayed that he wouldn't slip under.

***

Louis Tomlinson.

He sat in his dorm room bathroom. His roommate, Todd, had gone out to yet another party. Louis started to wish that he never moved into a dorm. He wished he decided to live at home and drive the hour drive to the campus.

Louis stared at the cabinets in front of him. He thought about what everyone had said of him for that past two years. He had never cut before, but twisting this shiny blade between his index and thumb; it felt right.

He let out a sob the started to tear the blade at his wrist. He felt himself going under. Slowly...

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