-y/n woke up, feeling drained. another day of torturing from her alcoholic father who didn't love her. she could already hear him cracking open another cold one with the boys.
y/n sighed and stood up, walking over to her mirror where pictures of each member of one direction were stuck on. her eyes slowly lingered to niall horan's picture and she traced his short beautiful golden hair.
'hurry up!' your alcoholic father screams from downstairs. she sighs and pulls her hair up into a messy, cute bun, grabbing the grey hoodie on her chair with 'one direction' plastered across it. she gets her skinny jeans out of the drawer and pulls on her white converse shoes, ankle high, of course. she pulls all her clothes into her suitcase, wondering what she's doing it for and where she's going. y/n had no make-up on but she still looked amazing, with her sparkling ocean eyes.
she clambered downstairs, dreading to see her abusive father but excited to leave him. 'y/n, what took you so long? i finished 6 beers in the time you were getting ready. piece of shit.' she could feel her eyes brimming with tears. 'stop that crying, idiot. there's some lads here to pick you up and you'll be leaving forever so i don't see your ugly face again.' she sighed and walked to the front door, but suddenly stopped.
it was..... one direction! 'i'm such big fans of you guys' y/n said, so excited. she held harry's hand and he looked into her eyes. 'you've got beautiful blue orbs...' he whispered. suddenly he rips off his pants, revealing his superman boxers. 'i didn't know you were a dc fan..' y/n whispers dreamily. harry thrusts her to the dirty, crumbly wall as the rest of the band start jacking off to the scene. 'you won't be able to walk for weeks once we're done, y/n' harry growls as his superman underwear slips off. 'h-harry! or should i say hard-y..' she says as she sees his erection.
