Adopted By One Direction

Chapter 6

Hey guys...I'm bored but um ya...I've been kinda busy lately so I may lower the quickness of my updating to like 1-2 times a week... Finals suck haha.... Vote, Comment, Read. xx

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*Dream*

I woke up in my old room, when I was 10. However, the walls weren't yellow like they used to be, but black. Everything was dark, and I was feeling some bad vibes. I sat up in my bed. The door was red, and my dad came in, yelling. He was drunk again. I instantly started feeling the way I always did whenever he got mad. Anxious. He threw his beer bottle toward me, but I dodged the glass shards. 

"Get over here!!" He yelled. I scrambled towards the corner of my room. I started to scream as he started to cuss at me constantly. That was when he slapped me, again and again, the same cheek. 

*End of Dream*

I bolted up in my bed. I still felt the stiinging from the dream. I looked around my bedroom, still recovering from the traumatic dream. 

As I got up to strip down to shower, my phone rang. I looked to see who was calling. It was Paul. Immediately, I picked up the phone.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Hi, this is Paul. There's a bad situation...like an emergency, but not as bad."

"WHAT?" I almost yelled into the phone.

"We-ell, um, Harry got drunk last night, and he kind of crashed his car. He's in the hospital." He sounded rushed.

This was a dejavu. I didn't know he had access to alcohol. "Why did he do that?"

"Well, I think it  has to do with you because as soon as he woke up this morning he said your name."

"Um..." I sighed and ended the call. I couldn't take it, the awkwardness (is that even a word?).

I hurried and got ready. After I was done getting ready, I called Louis to check up on him.

"Hello?" Just the way he sounded made me know his answer. He sounded stressed.

There was a long pause, and then he spoke again. "Aliana, is that you?"

"Yeah." I finally spoke.

There was an awkward silence. "I didn't know he still had feelings for you." 

"I-I feel s-so bad." My voice trembled.

"Are you okay?" Louis asked.

"No, not really." I answered.

"Okay, I'll be over in a couple minutes."

"Okay." The line went silent. I turned off my phone and placed it in a handbag, along with my wallet.

And like he promised, I heard a knocking on the door. I opened the door, to see him standing there grinning with a bunch of red roses. 

I stood there confused.

He finally asked, "Can I come in?"

"Oh, sure. Make yourself comfortable."

"Thanks." He sat on the couch. 

I decided to sit on one of the arm chairs. 

"So, why do you think Harry got drunk? Was it because we were in a ride for hours or just because he loved you and you didn't love him back?" He asked.

I shrugged. "I don't know, Louis." I sighed, "I guess I'm more concerned about him drinking...does he tend to do that a lot?" 

Louis shrugged. "Sometimes, he'll drink like once, but he doesn't do that, usually." 

"I feel terrible, I feel like-"

"Aliana, why do you say that? If it's about him drinking, it's not your fault. You didn't like him in the first place, and by him trying to take advantage of you, well, that's not your fault either."

"M-my dad drank." I mumbled.

"What does that have to do with this?"

"It's just coincidental that I just had a dream of my father when he was drunk. Then, I got a call from Paul saying Harry was in the hospital? That makes me feel like everything"s my fault." I explained.

"I'm sorry, Ali." By now, I was in Louis' lap and he was holding my hand. "I won't let anything hurt you like that." 

I gave him a wide smile. "Should we go visit Harry?"

"Yes, but let's see if Paul will come."  

After he called Paul, I asked who the flowers were for. 

"They're for you." He responded.

"Wait, why?" 

"I was going to, well, see if you'd, um, maybe go, um, on a date with me?" He asked.

I laughed. "Of course!" We hugged. I took the flowers and put them in a vase with some water. 

There was a knock at the door. Louis got up to answer it, and it was Harry. 

"What do you think you're doing at Aliana's hotel room?"

"Lad, calm yourself, why are you here? Aren't you supposed to be at the hospital?"

"It's called running away." He sighed.

"You're not allowed to do that!"

"Where Aliana? I need to talk to her." 

"I'm not letting you get near her." 

"What?"

I was very scared, at this point. I walked to the door. 

"Aliana?" Harry asked.

"Ali, go away! I can handle this-" Louis said.

"No, Louis, I've dealt with worse things, please." I looked at Harry. 

He was all bruised up. He had a wild look in his eyes, like he had done something. 

"I need to take you back."

"Wait- let me explain myself." He said. "I-I'm sorry about what I did to you."

"I forgive you." I said almost instantaneously. 

"I know you probably won't forgive me, but all I'm asking is- Wait, what?"

"You heard me."

"Why?"

"Because I learned that people do crazy things and that it would be childish for me not to forgive you. Now let me take you to the hospital." I explained. Then, I asked Louis if he wanted to come.

"Okay."

We headed to the hospital, and bumped into Paul. We all followed Louis to the car like a bunch of little ducklings, except we weren't little (XD). Louis started the car, and we headed to the hospital.