Only You {Book 1 completed}

Ally Hylton has had a difficult life. When she was much younger, her mother died of cancer. Now, she has moved to a new city and new college, only recognizing the familiar face of her cousin, Harry. Also, we can't forget to mention the mysterious scar on her right shoulder. The scar that, when mentioned, had the ability to reduce Ally to tears. As Ally gets closer to Liam, Niall, Zayn, and Louis, she finds herself doing things she had sworn off- letting loose, falling for someone, and revealing the scandal that she had tried to forget.
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37. Old memories


I was at my old house; I silently walked up to my old room, the old wooden stairs groaning at every step I took. It was so quite, that all I could hear were the own footfalls of my feet. I looked down through blurry eyes, and noticed a small dent on a step. I bent down and smiled at how it got there.

“Jake, give me the stone!” I commanded, stomping behind him up the stairs.

“No way!” Jake snarled back.

“But Jake, I was the one who found it, not you. I want to show it to daddy!” I cried.

“No, I’m showing it, besides it’s too heavy for you to carry it. I’m a big boy, so I’m carrying it.” He explained. We both finally reached near the top of the stairs, when I pulled on his top.

Jake got startled and let go of the heavy stone. It fell on the wooden staircase, causing the dent to appear. I watched in amusement as the stone tumbled all the way back down the stairs.

“Ah, see what you did now!” He shouted at me. I looked at him with a sad face, and felt tears forming in my eyes.

“But I” I started to explain, but was stopped by being pulled into a big hug.

I looked up and saw Jake’s arms around me. I wiped my tears on his t-shirt and sniffled.

“Don’t cry, Ally. Please don’t cry.” He whispered whilst wiping my tears, with his small hands.”I’m sorry.” He said.

“I wanted to carry the stone, and show it to daddy.” I mumbled.

“You will. I will help you.” Jake smiled. We both waddled down starts and, both lifted up the stone.

We carried it all the way upstairs and showed it to daddy. Dad seemed pretty pleased with the treasure we’d found in the garden, he kept it and put it in his box of special things. I was really happy.

I traced over the dent and let my tears fall freely. I wanted to feel Jake’s big warm hugs. I wanted to see dad smile. Most of all I wanted them with me.

I continued to my room. I paused and stared at my name on the door. It was spelt out in capital letters made from wood. I ran my fingers over the edges of each letter.  I remember that day.

“Dad! I want a name plate like Jake!” I moaned. It so was not fair. He had a fancy name on his door, whilst I had a plain wooden one. I ran crying to my dad.

“Dad, I want a name plate too.” I cried, kneeling in front of him. Dad smiled, picked me up and propped me on his lap. He wiped my tears with his thumbs and tucked some hair behind my ear.

“Ally, his friend bought that for him on his birthday. I have no idea where he got it from.” He answered quietly.

“I want a fancy thing on my door too!” I wailed.

“I’ll tell you what.” He started, and I stopped crying and looked at him hopeful. “How about I make you one?” I nodded my head, eager.

Dad took me to his workshop out at the back. He worked all night, with me by his side to finish my name. Once it was done we were left with four, wooden cut letters


I smiled at his effort, but something was missing. “Paint!” I screamed with excitement.

“Haha, we will get there, pumpkin.” Dad laughed. “Now what colours do you want it?” He asked me whilst taking out all of his paints.

“Pink and blue! Pink and blue!” I jumped up and down excitedly.

“Alright, alright. Calm down. Now go get a paint brush and help me paint.” He said whilst pouring out the paints into pots. I happily got two paintbrushes and held one out to him.

We spent the rest of the night finishing of my name to put on my door. It was so pretty and colourful. It was until morning dad got to hand it up.

“There you go pumpkin. Do you like it?” He asked, admiring the finished product. I hugged him as an answer. He lifted me up and I kissed him on the cheek. We both smiled at each other, happy with the work and time we spent together.

I stared blankly at the letter hanging from the door. Why did he have to go? Why did my dad have to die? Why couldn’t he be here with me right now, and give me a hug? Why couldn’t he sing to me at night? Why me?

I blinked hard, causing my heavy tears to fall. Why me? Suddenly anger bolted through me. I ripped of the letter blocks of the door and threw them down as hard as I could. “Why me?!” I shouted, through sobs of pain and sorrow. Why me?

After kicking the wooden letters away, I burst through my door, and right in front of me, I saw it. The massive clay picture that hung just beside my bed. I stepped closer to it, my eyes now sore and red from crying a waterfall.

It had four hand shapes pressed into it. Each hand was painted a different colour. I remember that day as if it was just yesterday.

“Come on everyone, we need to get this done before the clay dries.” Mum called upstairs .Me and Jake raced downstairs, with dad hot on our tails.

“Careful kids, you might fall!” dad shouted a warning.

We finally reached into the garden. Mum was waiting there with a big flat block of clay. I looked at her puzzled.

“What are we going to do mama?” I asked.

“Darling, we are going to make something that shows what a loving caring family we are.” She explained.

“Like this.” She said, whilst pressing her hand in on one side of the clay. Once she lifted it up a mark was pressed inside.

“Oooh!” Jake said in awe. “My turn! My turn!” he jumped up and down. Dad laughed and lifted him up so he could reach. He put one hand down on the clay and pressed as hard as he could. Dad put his hand on top of Jake’s for more force.

One he lifted his hand up, there left on the clay was the mark of Jake’s hand.

“Darling do you want a go now?” Mm asked me whilst lifting me up.

“Daddy first.” I stated. Dad laughed and did his hand next. I still wasn’t so sure about the clay.

“Want me to help you darling?” mum asked looking at me softly now. I gave her a worried look. It was my turn now and I didn’t like the clay.

I nodded my head. Mum took my had with hers and pressed it in the clay. Her warm hand over mine felt good.

Once I lifted my hand of the clay, I saw the tiny mark my hand left. Then I looked at my hand. “Ewe, icky!” I said flapping my hand everywhere. Everyone laughed, and admired out family plank.

I traced my fingers over where mum had pressed her hand. I felt all the lines and creases in the clay and let my breathing come out in sobs.

“Mum.” I whispered. I missed her so much. She was the first one to leave me, and now my dad and brother too. “Why did you all have to go?” I questioned looking up at the ceiling. “Why?”

I took the plank of the wall and held it in my arms as I went to sit on the bed. “If only I could turn back time and start all over again.” I wished.

Everything one was gone. I was left alone in this world, to fend for myself. At least Damen was in prison now, but before I know it, he will be released. My brother won’t be there for me when he is.

I traced the scar on my right shoulder. Maybe Damen should have killed me. Yes, he should have killed me, so I wouldn’t have to feel all this pain and sorrow now. So, I could already be with my family, up there.

I kissed the plank in my hand and put it down beside me. I breathed in and out to calm myself down and looked around the room. My eyes landed on a shiny thing in the corner.

I slowly walked towards it and my eyes focused on the object. Once I had came near it I picked it up and held it in my hands. It was a knife. I examined it from all angles, twisting it in my hand.

Maybe I could be with my family sooner than I though. I could go up there right now and embrace them all. I could feel Jake’s hugs, I could hear dads voice and most of all, I would see my mum again. A tear ran down my cheek, at that thought.

“I’m coming.” I whispered to them. This was it. I held the knife by my heart. I closed my eyes and imagined all the fun times we have had together.

Don’t do it Ally.

I heard a voice say. I opened my eyes and looked around my room. No one was there. I must be in my head. I cleared my thoughts and breathed in and out. I placed the knife near my heart.


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