One Direction's Little Girl

Chapter 7: Meeting The Boys

Alysa POV:

I was sitting on the couch with Louis and Harry when I heard the door bell ring. I suddenly became very interested in the show Louis had turned on the TV earlier hoping that Louis and Harry hadn't heard the doorbell. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Harry start to get up and I knew I now had to meet the other four most importnat boys in Harry's life.

I heard the door open and three new voices greet Harry. Iooked over to Louis who gave me a reassuring smile. My nerves were through the roof right now. I heard footsteps walking towards the living room and I looke over to the hallway to see a blonde boy walk through the door followed by two brunette boys. THe blonde one imediatly gave me a smile followed by the other two once they saw me.

I didnt smile back out of fear of the boys. It was to many people in one room with me. I couldnt let five new people into my life with in a matter of three days. I could feel my walls starting build themselves back up brick by brick. I didn't want to be in this room. I couldn't handle it. The room was getting smaller by the second as my claustraphobia creeped up on me. I couldn't breath. I made a move to get up but was stopped by a voice.

"Alysa?" I heard Harry ask.

And just like that I was brought back to earth. One word form Harry and the bricks building my walls up started fall and oxygen filled my lungs. The room was back to its normal size and I found myself thinking that I could do this. I had to do this for Harry. These were boys were important to him and that automatically made them important to me. I looked up at Harry to show I was listening to him.

"This is Niall, Zayn and Liam. Guys this is Alysa." He said while pointing to each of the boys while listing them off.

"Hi." I said.

"Its nice to meet you." The blonde. Niall, said.

"Nice to meet you as well." I replied to him.

They all sat down on the couch across from me as Harry sat back down beside me. I was gratefull that they were giving me space. Louis was on the chair leaving the other spot next to me open. One of them could have easily sat there but they didnt.

I noticed Liam looked like he wanted say something so I looked at him hopeing he would understand that it was ok to talk.

"Would you mind if we got to know you a little bit?" He spoke up.

"Sure" I said.

I noticed Harry tense beside me before he spoke up as well.

"Umm... just take it easy on her. She has had a rough past and she hasn't really come to terms with all of it yet." Harry said.

I was gratefull for him warning the boys. I woul hopefully one day explain everything to these boys but today was not the day.

"How old are you?" Niall asked.

"Im 15" I said.

"Whats your favorite color?" Liam asked

"Green." I responded.

"Where are you from?" Zayn spoke up for the first time.

Ouch. A sharp pain went through my body and straight through my heart. It was a hard question to answer but to Zayn it was just a simple question with no real meaning to it. I remebered how back at the orphanage I used all my will to push people out and push away all feelings. I realized I could use that same strenght to bring the feelings back. Thats what I needed to do. Like Harry said, I needed to feel this pain.

So I let the pain runthrough my body and caged it all in so it couldnt escape. I looked back up at Zayn ready to answer his question.

"Im form the United States. I lived in a small town called Cresco thats located in Iowa." I said. I noticed Harry perk up at the new information he had never heard.

"What activities and hobbys do you have?" Liam asked.

Stab. Another burst of pain shot through my body and I caged it in along with the pain form the last question. I looked at Harry who was waiting to see if I would answer this question to.

"At my old schoolI I was in color guard, Thats what we call the flag girls that are on the field with the marching band. I was also in band and choir. I could play the trumpet and piano and was learning to play the giutar and the flute when I left. I was in basketball and volleyball but i didn't play it in high school. I really had liked to ride horses and four wheelers. I also love reading and listening to music. There are many other things but theres really to many to list off at one time." I said.

I noticed Harry tooke note of everything I said and was doing his best to remember it all. Niall had seemed really intiged by all of it and Liam and Zayn stared in facination.

"So can I ask about your parents or is that to touchy of a subject?" I heard Zayn ask.

Intense pain shot through my body and I had to act fast to cage it in afraid that it would be to strong and would cause me to push it away. When I was in control I looked to see an angry Harry about to speek before I stepped in.

"Its ok. You can ask about them." I said.

Harry was shocked and the other three boys listend eagerly waiting for Zayn to ask about my parents.

"Well Harry told us you were in an orphange. What happend to them? What were there names? And what about the rest of your family?" Zayn asked me.

I focused on the first question knowing I would have to go slow in order to keep control over myself. I didn't want to push them away. I needed to stay strong.

"My parents died in a car crash at the end of December About 6 months ago. I was in school when it happened. My parents were divorced. My mom and stepdad were on there way back to Cresco and my dad was leaving Cresco on his way to work. My mom lost control of the car and swereved into the other lane straight into another car. That car was my dad. My mom and dad were both killed on impact and my stepdad died shortly after the crash once he was in the hospital." I told them all.

Harry had known that but he didn't know my parents names at all. I could feel the pain raging through my body as I stuggled to keep it all in. I took deep breaths before I continued.

"My parents names were Sara and Jeff Blythe. My dads name was Eric Osmonson. He was engaged to his girlfriend Hiedi but I had never met her because I didn't see my dad or ever talk to him. As for the rest of my family. I have lots of relatives but I couldnt stand to be around them. I was heart broken over my parents and any time I looked at my relatives or my siblings all I saw was my parents. I couldn't stand it. My mom left me with everything she owned and the choice of where and who I wanted to live with. So I chose to move away so that I didn't have to feel the pain of loosing my parents everyday I woke up. At the orphanage I pushed everyone away and I forced myself not to feel anything. I stayed like that until Harry found me. He was the first person that made me feel something just by looking at him." I explained.

The pain in my body was building knowing they were bound to ask more questions. I saw Harry out of the corner of my eye hereing this information for the second time. I watched as the other boys sat their shocked beyond there minds.

"What were your siblings names?" Louis asked.

I slowly looked up at Louis as he waited to see if it was a question I could answer. I felt a tear fall down my face as I answered Louis knowing it was the last thing I could do.

"My brothers name is Andy and my sisters name is Clair." I whispered before I felt myself break in two and all the pain I had been holding onto sunk deep into me leaving for ever a permanent scar on my heart.

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I know this is short but I would rather keep my chapter short and have a meaning behind them then have them long and not really have anything important in them.

Let me know what you think of this!!!

~lissa ;)