Breaking Free

Everyone Needs Someone

Forgot to mention that this story will have a bit of boyxboy action so if you don't like that sort of stuff, then don't say I didn't warn you. I won't tell you who it's between and Christina, keep your mouth shut since you know.

I'm not sure what the date is over in your guy's countries, but here it's the 28th and tomorrow is Liam's birthday!!! So happy early birthday to Daddy Direction!!!

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Izzy's POV

"Practice those backflips while you're at home, we need to get them perfect." I instructed Niall, swinging my bag onto my shoulder. He just nodded once, panting slightly from all the exercise I'd made him do. The bell rang shrilly, signaling the end of last period. "See you tomorrow," I threw over my shoulder as I left. I placed my white headphones over my ears as per usual and turned up the music on my iPod until I arrived on the doorstep of my house. I plucked the key out from underneath an old seashell and slowly unlocked the door.

"Hello? Is anyone home?" I called, stepping inside and shrugging off my jacket. No answer. I tried not to feel too disappointed. This happened every day. I don't know why, but I still carry the small glimmer of hope that mum will be home when I get back from school. But she never is and I don't think she ever will be.

I never saw her anymore. She just worked all day, came home after I was in bed and left before I woke up. I can't even remember the last time I actually saw her. I faintly remembered a time when she would greet me with a hug and ask how my day had been. When her, dad and I would spend Sundays on the hill just outside London. When the house was filled with laughter and happiness. But that all changed the day dad died. All because of some drunken idiot who decided he'd crash straight into dad's car when I was twelve, a whole five years ago.

Since then, mum had taken to avoiding me as much as she possibly could and I have no idea why. Did she blame me? Wasn't I good enough for her? Didn't she love me anymore? So many questions and not a single answer. I'd learned to fend for myself over the past couple of years due to a lack of her presence. I hated the fact that she was so distant. It was like she couldn't even look at me anymore. I also hated the fact that the one time I needed her the most, she wasn't there. I winced as I remembered what happened that day two years ago.

I burst through the door as tears streaming down my face. I trembled at the images of what had just happened, causing me to run into my mother's room. "Mum?" I asked in a wobbly voice as I switched the lights on. I was greeted by the sight of an empty bed. A loud sob escaped my lips as I dashed back outside.

No one seemed to notice as I stumbled up and down the busy street, grabbing people's sleeves and begging them to tell me where my mum was, uncontrollable sobs shaking my body. They all just brushed me off and told me to go home. The message didn't become clear until I ran into a group of boys around my age.

"Have you seen my mother?" I sniveled, blinking tears away. They looked at each other before pushing me roughly to the ground. I winced as I landed, tears appearing more rapidly.

"Look, the baby still needs her mummy!! Looks like your mummy doesn't love you anymore!!" they taunted as I picked myself off the ground and fled back home, their words ringing in my ears.

I frantically dialed the number of the only person I had left. It went straight to voicemail. "Even if you call in the middle of the night, I'll answer. Promise!" their voice echoed in my mind. I can't believe this. They promised. And they broke it. I hate when people make promises they don't keep.