Happy Never After (One Direction Fan Fic)

Chapter 3 - Leaving

A/N: This chapter is dedicated to Evildevil123 for commenting on chapter 1!!! If you comment any thoughts or suggestions, I will choose people to dedicate chapters to. Anways... enjoy lovlies!!! Don't forget to vote or comment :p -Kay <3 Xx

Chapter 3:

Liam looked up at me really surprised. "What did you say?" he asked me really slowly.

"I-um said um-yes?" I said but it came out as a question. I didn't know him, but he had proof that I was related to him. I was still unsure. What if he hurt me like everyone else?

"Okay great. Ariel, believe me, you wont regret this." he told me.

"Okay. So um now what?" I asked him cautiously.

"Well, since you surprisingly agreed, you will live with my band mates and myself."

"Wait, your band mates?"

"Ya, we are in a band called One Direction."

"Oh My God. You are the annoying band that all the girls at my school talk about."

"Um- Ya thats us."

"Haha. They will all regret treating me like shit." I muttered under my breath.

"What did you say?"

"Nothing. Mind your own beezwax." I said snapping at him. I don't know why I was so rude to him. But I felt that if he had come earlier in my life, I wouldn't be scarred and afraid of everyone.

"Oh Sorry." he said.

"Whatever."

"Okay then... Well, do you want to leave today at night, or in a couple of days?" he asked me.

"TODAY!!!" I screamed at him. I couldn't stand staying in this house anylonger. The sooner I was out, the better.

"Okay, do you need help packing hun?" he asked me sweetly.

"No its fine." I told him because I didn't want him to see that I lived in the attic.  I ran upstairs, and into my  small room. The bed was messy with a couple of pillows and a blanket. There wasnt much to pack because, I only had a small drawer thingy. I barely had any clothes, and the clothes I had were to worn out. However, I managed to stuff everything in my torn school backpack easily.

(Picture of Ariel's "bedroom" on the side -------->)

I ran down the stairs as fast as I could.

Liam looked up at me with a shocked face.

"What?" i asked him?

"How did you pack so quickly?"

"Oh. I dont have a lot to pack."

"Well, we will go shopping later then."

"Okay. Can we go now?"

"Um, don't you want to say goodbye to your family?" he asked me.

"No." I said as I tried to turn to the front door. I felt a tug on my arm. Liam was holding my elbow with a suspicious expression.

"Why?" he asked me.

"Um... Fine. I will." I said. I couldn't tell him what they have been doing to me. I didn't even know him.

I ran into the kitchen where my supposedly "parents" were still fighting.

"Hey. IamgoingtolivewithmyactualbrotherLiam.Dontbotherlookingforme.Havefunwithyourlives." I said as fast as I could, hoping they didnt catch what I said. As I was about to run to Liam, my dad slapped me and kicked me.

"Oh. You think you can just leave us, your PARENTS, who had taken you in from the foster home!" he yelled while hitting me again.

Liam walked in the kitchen and saw me on the floor crying my eyes out because my "dad" kept beating me.

"STOP! what are you doing to her?" he yelled at my dad.

"Lets just go Liam. Please." I said. He looked at me with a worried expression, but picked me up nonetheless. As we were about to get in the car, my mom and dad ran out and shouted at me, "I would watch you back. You never know whats coming." I was scared. I couldn't talk.

Liam closed my door and walked around to the drivers seat. He got in, and drove off. Finally he asked me, "Why the hell was he hitting you?"

"Can we please not talk about this?!" I yelled at his face. He stayed quiet, but I could tell, this wasn't the end of our conversation. In fact, I knew this also was NOT the end of my "previous guardians."