Love Caught Fire (One Direction Fanfiction)

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3 Months Later

September

Alyson's POV

Work, work, and more work. College has kept me busy these days and I actually like it. I didn't want to go to college right after I graduated because I wanted a break from school but I actually found that I was missing it. College makes me feel normal and as if I hadn't just put my dad in jail 4 months ago.

Each day, dealing with my emotions gets harder and harder. My Days of Hell journal helps me but only a little bit. I think I'd feel better if I said what I felt out loud but who is there to talk to? I even considered getting a dog so I could at least spill my feelings to it. I'm weird.

Since I'm always writing in my journal, daily actually, I found that I really do like writing. I've always been told that I have a creative imagination and that's pretty useful for a writer. I'm not interested in doing that for a living so it's more of like a hobby now.

If anyone were to ask me how my day has been, I'd say depressing. I don't do anything anymore besides going to the store and going to school. What is there to do? My two best friends are still in Texas doing who knows what while Little Mix is on tour as is One Direction. Who do I have?

No one. That's who. I barely talk to any of them. Actually, I don't talk to any of them at all. I only text them. The only form of their voices I've heard was from my answering machine. I haven't talked in general in awhile. I feel like if I do, I'll say something I shouldn't. I'll say something that'll bring everyone down and I don't want that. But what I really don't want is for the tears to come again.

In the past 4 months, I've forced myself not to let them come again. After the trial, I cried. Oh Lord, did I cry. I didn't eat or drink anything for two whole days; I was so depressed. I finally gave in when I watched a Subway commercial and realized that I shouldn't punish my stomach. It did nothing wrong.

The person who did something wrong was my father...and Sean, but mainly my father. Now I'm punishing myself by not doing anything productive.

Or talking.

Harper's POV

"I don't think you're doing that right, Dad." I covered my mouth to suppress my giggle.

"Of course I am! You just flip them like this." he said and clumsily threw the pan in the air, making the pancake splat onto the floor.

I laughed loudly and held my cramping stomach. Dad groaned and began cleaning up the mess he made. I handed him some paper towels and noticed that Danny had walked into the kitchen.

He stopped in his tracks and looked down at Dad, then to me. "Is he trying to make pancakes again?"

I nodded. "Trying, but failing."

Danny laughed and grabbed the car keys off the rack. "Where are you going?" I asked him.

"I'm picking up Charlie," he said as if I should've known which technically, I should have. "We're going to the movies."

"Can I tag along?" I said, ready to get my shoes on.

"Nah," he shooed me away. "Next time."

"You've been saying that for weeks!" I yelled before he walked out and slammed the door. I groaned and took a seat at the kitchen table, sighing in frustration.

"I'll hang out with you, honey." Dad offered.

I couldn't help but laugh. "Dad, sorry to bring this upon you, but it's not exactly cool to hang out with your dad when you're 19 years old."