Abigail Dawson is what some people would call a freak, but to some like a certain blondie and quiff head they find her to be perfect
Since Abigail was young she had no proper father figure in her life, so at the age of twelve she got sucked into the...
" YOUR SUCH A FUCKING FREAK GET OUT OF MY HOUSE RIGHT NOW YOU ARE NOT MY DAUGHTER ANYMORE" My mother screamed at me, I come out of my headspace for a bit and run out of my house, only with the clothes on my back which wasn't a lot, I only wore a black and white dress some teal earrings, teal sandals and my tan clutch
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I decide the best thing for me is to move from West Wolverhampton all the way to Bradford, it's the closest place to where I live, I don't have a car so I walk to Bradford I pull out my phone and see how long it takes to go to Bradford...
Great 3 hours on foot, I start walking to Bradford, It felt like I was walking forever of course I had to use the bathroom so I would go by construction sites and use the porta potty there. I haven't eatten in what seems to be days now, before I left I didn't eat for what I think was two weeks so I am extremely hungry, my thoughts consume me for another hour or two because when I look up at where I am all the ads said " blah blah Bradford" or whatever I guess I'm in bradford, I walk over to a nearby park and sit down in the bench my clothes all muddy and gross, I think I lost my clutch with my phone in it. So I basically have no where to go; no phone to call someone, no money whatsoever so I cannot find a decent place to sleep.
I look around all the kids with there Mummy's and Daddies, I really didn't have that type of experience, I had my Mum and my Uncle but my uncle wouldn't really be the father figure in my life. I remember the first time I got i to a fight, I was five and it was fathers day, so I didn't have anything to do because who would I give it too my Mum, and my best friend at the time came over and asked me " Abi why are you making anything for your daddy don't you love him" Marrisa asked and before I could say anything this bitch named Victoria but into our conversation saying " Oh Marrisa, Abigail simply can't make anything for her dad, because her Daddy left her for being such a brat child" Victoria laughed and get this we were only in kindergarten and she said those things, instead of crying in the corner I punched her square in the gut, she burst out crying and ran to the teacher, let's just say my Mummy wasn't happy about this. I didn't realize that I was crying in the RAIN at this point but I didn't care, I slowly stepped back into my headspace, realizing that I was alone in a big place that was unfamiliar to me I started bawling my eyes out until I felt a hand on my shoulder.
" What wrong babe are you lost?" a blondie says to me, I nod making grabby grabby hands at him. I effortlessly lifted me up ( one of the many reasons I don't eat) and rubbed my back, " Do you want to be me and my husbands baby girl" he asked me, I giggle in response,
" I'll take that as a yes little one" He says as I bury my head into the crook of his neck. I slowly drift into a dreamless sleep.
• Niall POV •
Me and Zayn have always been waiting to have children, ever since the day we got Married, at first we wanted to surrrogate or maybe adopt, but it just didn't feel right, until Harry recommended a thing called age play, me and Zayn seemed to like it so we moved to the "age play" capitol of London which was surprisingly Zayns home town Of Bradford England,
