Human // Niall Horan and Ariana Grande

One // Ariana's Life

*Ariana's POV*
"Alright, I'll be back in the morning." My boyfriend Brandon said as he picked up his backpack. "Where are you going?" I asked, a little confused since he told me we could spend the night together. "There's a party that I was invited to and I'm just gonna crash there tonight. Its no big deal babe we can hangout another night." I agreed, even though it actually upset me. I was excited to actually spend time with him tonight. I don't know why I thought he would actually go through with our plan though, he never does. He's always ditching me for big parties, or his asshole friends.

My thoughts were interrupted by the front door closing. I know that I should probably get mad at him for choosing a party over me, or the fact that he just left and didn't say I love you, not even a kiss or hug, but it happens a lot and I'm not really surprised. I don't know why I even got my hopes up about tonight, thinking he was actually going to spend time with me and enjoy it. God I'm such an idiot. I turned on the TV and decided to watch Gossip Girl. Ugh, I wish I could have a relationship like Chuck and Blair's.

I heard a ringing coming from the kitchen so I paused my show and went to feed Carmen. I trained her to ring a bell when she needed to be fed. She's a munchkin cat. I've had her ever since I was 14 and right now I'm 18. I'll be graduating in about a month. I can't wait to get out of that hell hole.

After I fed Carmen I decided to make myself dinner. I looked through every cupboard to try and find something to eat, and there was nothing. So I grabbed my purse and decided to go to the cafe that I work at for a second job, just a couple minutes away. It's called Meredith's cafe. Meredith is the old lady that runs it. I've always been very close with her.

When I got there I ordered a blueberry muffin and a cup of coffee. I know it's not much of a dinner but I'm not that hungry, and I know that Brandon's going to get mad at me for spending money on food when we have 'plenty at home'. I sat down at a table in the corner of the cafe and took out my phone and smiled at my lockscreen. It's a picture of me and two of my old friends, Louis and Alyssa. They were my best friends when I used to live in Doncaster.

Before I was born my mom and dad decided they didn't want to live in America anymore, so they moved to Doncaster with my older brother Frankie. My mom was 7 months pregnant with me when they moved in right next door to Louis' family. Our moms instantly became friends. Louis was 2 at the time that I was born. I grew up with him by my side. We stayed bestfriends through out all the years of school, which was pretty hard because he was two grades above me, but we managed by hanging out everyday after school. I told him everything. He was like a brother to me. My life was perfect, until that one summer.

It was 2009, I was almost 15. My friend Alyssa and I were bored at my house. It was around 1:00 and everyone was asleep so we decided to take some of my parents alchohol.

After getting completely wasted, we thought it would be a good idea to walk to the park because we wanted to go on the swings. So we walked (actually i wouldn't even call it walking, I don't think we could go 30 seconds without tripping or falling on our faces), after going on the swings and Alyssa puking on the marry-go-round, we started walking back to my house.

After about 10 minutes, I realized that I had no idea where we were. Alyssa and I decided to split up and try to find someone to help us, which was the stupidest thing we could have done but we were both drunk out of our minds and thought it was a good idea. I dont remember a lot from the rest of that night, but what I do remember is waking up in a bed with no clothes on, not being able to move and the nightstand next to me was full of all sorts of drugs.

I was missing for 8 days. The guy that had taken me that night kept me hidden in the basement of his house. While I was on the drugs he gave me, he did a numerous amount of disgusting things to me. I thought I was going to die in that shitty basement.