Live While We're Young (Sequel to My Life With One Direction)

The sequel to My Life With One Direction. xox ~Elise

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21. She's Family Now.

-Niall's P.O.V-

"Greg? GREG?" I say, running into my brothers chest. "How the hell did you get here?" I ask. "Your buds told me." he smiles, ruffling up my hair. "Oh, this lovely girl is here to see you." he smiles, moving away to show the girl I've been expecting. "Hey." she smiles and lightly chuckles. "Come in, both of you.." I smile. "Meky, go sit on the couch, I just have to talk to Greg." I smile. "Alright." she nods. I pull my brother into the kitchen. "Greg, don't take this the wrong way, but why are you here?" I ask. "I wanted to see my Nialler." he ruffles my head. I smile. "But Greg, I uh, have a little, date, out there and I want to have alone time." I explain. "I understand buddy. I'll see you later okay?" he chuckles. "Of course. Maybe we can get some pints and play soccer later?" I suggest. "There's the Irishman. See you." he laughs. I walk back out and sit next to Meky. "Your brother is really sweet." she smiles. "Yeah." I chuckle. "So, what are we watching?" she rocks back and forth. "Titanic, then, Nemo." I laugh. "Okay." she chirps. I already love her..

-Taylor's P.O.V-

"Shut up Gianna! Why can't you think of other people except yourself for once? Leave Harry alone! He's too good for you!" I scream. She told me that she has Harry in grabs. She also told me about Briella, the most wonderful person on Earth. "What? EXCUSE me?" she says, walking fastly towards me. "I said, your a selffish, inconsiderate, BITCH." I shout in her face. Her hands wrap around my neck, pushing me into the bathroom, and slamming me on the edge of the tub, making me cringe. "You listen here, and you listen good. Your not going to get anywhere by being nice to anyone. I have to WIN a spot as Harry's girl, and what makes you think YOU are going to stop me?" she spits in my face. All my rage builds up, with everything she's done to me as a child, everything she used me for to get laid, finally comes out in one, hard, painful punch. Right in her mouth. I climb on top of her. "Gianna, I've had enough of your shit for once. You are a no good slut. You need to leave those people alone. Your a worthless piece of crap." I spit in her face. I get so fed up with her, I just swing all these hits and punches, until my father comes in. "Taylor MARIE!" my father screams as Gianna fake cries. "GET OFF OF HER NOW." he pulls me off, smacking my cheek. "GET IN YOUR ROOM YOU LITTLE BASTARD. DON'T TOUCH MY DAUGHTER AGAIN." He screams, smacking me again and again. I run into my room. Slamming my door, and locking it. I let tears stream down my face. I hear a knock on the door. "And that's why you don't fuck with me, you little twit." she laughs, leaving my door. 

I start throwing all my clothes in a slingbag. All my necessities, my hairbrush, toothbrush, my phone. I leave a note on the bed. It reads,

"I need a break from all of you. Especially my demonic sister, Gianna. I don't want you to worry about me, I'm old enough. I'm staying at a friends house, and that's all I can say. Bye.

-Taylor."

I place the note on my bed, unlock the door, and swiftly but quickly hop out of my window, landing in a bush. All I know is, I'm not coming back. Not for a long while.

-Zayn's P.O.V-

"You kissed her?" I ask Niall. "Mhmm." he blushes. "WOOP!" I cheer. "I-" i'm interrupted by a knock on the door. "Hold on big boy Nialler." I smile. I open the door to a crying Taylor. "Taylor? What happened?" I ask. "Gianna, me and her got into a fight, and my dad hates me, and I just need somewhere to stay. I'm sorry if I'm being a spazz Zayn, I just don't want to go back there." she mumbles. "Taylor, never in a million years, will you ever be a spazz to me." I pull her in by her waist. "Thank you Zayn." she kisses my temple. "Just remember, if you need anything. Come to any of us. Your family now." 

 

 

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