Life As We Know It

Chapter 7.

Its chappy number seven! Woot woot! Haha. Okay. . carry on. :)

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Chapter 7:

*Two weeks later*

I sighed as I finished tying the laces of my Chuck Taylors. I was still living here. With the boys. Though most of the time they are gone. Doing interviews and stuffs.

I went downstairs and headed to the kitchen. I grabbed a bottle of water and headed my way to my room. Yes. The lads decided to gave me the spare room beside Louis'. Its at the end of a hallway on their second floor. Where their rooms are also. Its not big but it was perfect for a girl like me. Theirs also a bathroom with it so I don't have to worry about sharing bathrooms with boys.

Your might be wondering how did my father agreed to this. Surprisingly he did. Well he said he didn't care as long as it was my own business he don't want responsibilities off. Especially if I get pregnant while living with boys. Whatever. I won't get pregnant I'll tell you that.

My sister haven't texted me or called me for the past weeks. Even my own mother. I'm beginning to wonder maybe their having too much fun while I'm away. I had to admit it. But it bothers me that my own family doesn't even give a crap about me. All Im just expecting is just maybe a call? Or maybe a letter? I would've been at least happy even if it read ‘Hey you piece of shit how's your crap been doing? I wish you could just die’. It would make me feel that at least they remembered me. But no. Two weeks has passed and still. Nothing.

Are they really my family?

I jolted when I heard the door slammed open then footsteps can be heard through out the room. I was standing in the staircase which is just in front of the main door.

“Victoria what are you doing?” I turn around and saw non other than. One Direction. Yep. I learned their name over the week.

“I was just going to my room” I softly spoke looking at each one of them.

“No. I mean what are you doing up? You should be resting” Liam frowned a little.

“Eerrmmm, yeah. That's why I was going to my room. I was just thirsty so I went to grab a bottle of water ” with each word I'm speaking my tone was getting quieter and quieter. Afraid that they'll suddenly punch me for disobeying them. I'm used to shutting myself up before speaking any further. I thought of it myself. My dad would always hit me for speaking up.

“Well since your here and your able to walk comfortably now. How's about we go to the kitchen and eat? We've got McDonalds takeout?” Louis asked happily. I nodded with a slight smile and followed them to the kitchen.

Zayn must've noticed my expression. He looked at me worriedly and touched my shoulders “You okay?” he says. I just simply nodded but avoided his gaze.

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We finished eating dinner so I did my usually thing. And that is locking myself up in my room. I always did that even if I'm back home. Since nobody really cares about me. Whenever I got home I would see my sister watching the t.v. I would pass right in front of her and still, I wouldn't get noticed. Even on my fucking dad. I would often see him by himself busy at some crap that I dont want to know. They would just see me when I make a simple mistake I didn't even intended to do. And yet they make a big deal out of it. Like this one time. . . .