Wonderwall [One Direction AU]

Chapter 1

The pain that she felt was too much. Sure, the reason for her tears may be for a stupid reason but it was everything in her life that cause them to continue. For her, her life was terrible. Her friends were all smarter than her, she was failing some of her classes in school, she couldn't find a job, and her family was being, well, her family. It's almost as if they enjoy making her feel terrible and punishing her for the smallest things she does wrong. She was filled with anger, depression, and most of all, guilt. However, it was a silly thing that boiled all these emotion in her.

Her parents thought it would be best for her to lose the only thing she really cared about, music. But the reason for this punishment was far beyond ridiculous. It was because she didn't wake up before 10:30. Her parents probably wouldn't even be as angry as they were now if her younger brother hadn't cause such a commotion. If he had just left her alone she would be spending her Saturday afternoons like she usually did, in her room singing to her favorite songs. However, she didn't call her brother a 'little shit' for no reason. The tantrum her brother pulled was truly terrible. He threw things, stomped on the ground, and yelled at his sister to wake up and come down stairs. Just so they could all leave to Orlando earlier. He made it look like it was her fault but in actuality, he was just being a selfish little kid. Sadly, her parents didn't see that. They spoiled him rotten and neglect acknowledging the fact they did so. In their eyes, he was just being a kid.

After the constant screaming and crashing she finally rose from her bed and began getting ready so they could leave for Orlando. When she was finished getting ready, she hurried down the stairs, expecting to see her family but to her surprise, the house was empty. She looked around calling their names but only silence answered her. She went to look for her phone and when she found it, it her memory chip was gone and only a note was left saying:  

You didn't wake up at the right time so all your music and internet is taken away.

It was written with poor penmanship and had a smiley face with its tongue sticking out at the end of the sentence. Outraged, she crumbled the paper and went straight for her computer, which was in the next room over. She pressed on the power button and to her surprise, nothing happened. Did they really take away her entertainment just because she woke up later than the others?

Still angry, she took her cellphone and called her parents. No response. An angry breath escaped her lips and she decided to send a text. Sure, it may sound absurd and childish but she didn't care. The text wrote:

Do you know what's funny? The fact that Danny can sleep past noon and nothing will happen to him but if I don't wake up before 10:30 I get things taken away from me. Isn't that hilarious?

With that, she set her phone on the table and sat down on a chair nearby waiting for the response. After a few minutes, her phone buzzed and she anxiously retrieved it. After reading it she let out a chuckle and shook her head. "This is ridiculous." Her mother responded with:

U know u get tough luv from us. And ur the oldest.

The text ended with those stupid emoji faces. Like that little happy face would make the situation any better. Her family always did this. They ignore her, pick on her when she does something wrong, blame her for things she never does, and expect her to do everything for them just cause she was "the oldest."

She was done with everything; the tears were now streaming down her face as she made her way to the stairs. Unfortunately, she wasn't the most elegant girl out there and hit her leg against the corner of the table. She let out a small groan in pain; she was bleeding from the corner and she began wondering if she actually hit the furniture that hard. She bit her bottom lip as she cleaned the wound and noticed something. This cut took her pain away. She completely forgot about the troubles she was going through cause of it. A smirk flickered as she looked through the art table in her house. Then she found it. The razor used for cutting paper. However, she was going to use the paper cutter for an entirely different purpose. She rushed upstairs to go into her room. Once she was there, she sat on her bed and clicked the blade up. It was quite sharp. She tapped her finger at the tip of the blade. Then, she began adding more pressure until a puncture was left. She picked up her finger and observed the crimson sphere coming from the wound. "Pretty." She muttered looking at it from all angles. You could almost say it glowed in the light. Again, she forgot about the troubles of her family.

The more painful the experience was, the longer she forgot about everything. Her eyes glanced at her arm, her wrist to be exact. She remembered some boys in her class talk about cutting one's self. They said something along the lines of: Across the river, not through the stream. But she couldn't remember if it was the other way around or that's what she told herself. She was actually well aware not to cut her arm vertically but it was so tempting. She would forever be rid of the pain she feels now. All the stress and unhappiness caused by the people surrounding her. They would all vanish with a single slice. With the thought in her mind, she placed the blade on one of her visible veins and pressed hard until the sharp point was well in her skin. Then, she moved the razor towards her, making a nice straight ling along her arm. Just like a band-aide quick and easy.

The pain she was going through was excruciating and she felt the tears form and fall down her face as she lay back in her bed. But she couldn't help smile as she saw the blood cascade down her arm from the corner of her eye. Soon the pain was going away and her whole body was feeling numb; similar to the feeling when your foot falls sleep after sitting for too long. Her vision began to blur and she was being consumed by the darkness. Just as she was about to be taken away she saw someone walk into her room and she heard a muffled scream as the person dropped the bags to the ground.

When she woke up, she was surrounded by darkness. She tried to call out for help but nothing came out, she tried to move around but she was stuck in the same position. The only thing she was able to do was listen to the commotion around her and even that was hard. Curiosity struck her as she wondered where exactly she was. Then she heard it, the faint beeping of a heart monitor. She was at the hospital. Next, she listened more intently for more clues to who was with her but she was only able to hear snippets of the conversation taking place. She mainly heard the crying of her family, even her little brother was crying which shocked her the most. She almost wanted to go back to them but flashes of all the things they did to her polluted her mind and she began growing angry again. Then, fear struck when she heard two menacing words. Psychiatric hospital. Were her parents really going to drop her off in some foreign hospitals filled with strangers? The next words she heard were London and new treatment. She couldn't be moved all the way to the United Kingdom. She was in the United States and her parents didn't have that kind of money. She began hyperventilating from all the stress and the heart monitor began increasing its pace. Before any more damage could be done, she felt a cold needle enter her arm and everything began to drown out. Soon she fell into a deep sleep.

She woke up to more muffled sounds like but this time the voice was repeating the same word. Her eyes began to flutter open, another difference, but she quickly shut them again. The light that filled the room was blinding. Soon the sounds began sounding more like words. "-eli!" Was the first part she heard. "-oreli!" The word sounded so familiar. "Lorelei!" She kept her eyes shut for a while longer and squinted them open. Her eyes met the person who was shouting her name. They were brown, warm, almost inviting. Despite her urge of looking in his eyes longer, she tore her gaze away looked around her. She had no idea where she was.

"W-where am I?" She asked the man, or was he a boy? She couldn't really tell but he looked around her age, 17. She looked out the window, she was definitely wasn't in Florida anymore. It was too cloudy, dark. She turned to him, waiting for an answer.

"You're at the Miller Institution in London." He informed undoing the belts that strapped her wrists down to the chair. She didn't even notice they were there until he brought them to her attention. 'So, they really left me.' She thought to herself. As much as she wanted to break down, Lorelei held back her tear. She's decided that they were too good to waste on her family. If they didn't want to bother with her, so be it.

"Great, I've always wanted to go to London." She said trying to bring light to the situation and subconsciously rubbing her wrists once the straps were off. "You already know my name, what's yours?"

"Liam." He responded with a pleasant smile. "Liam Payne."