Lucky, unlucky, forget me <3

*COMPLETED, SEQUAL TO COME SOON*

First off, all the stuff in this fanfic is a characters point of view, not my own, so im not saying i think Niall needs to try harder to fix his teeth, or that none of them have manners, its just the characters first judgement. I dont think any of that, i love them for who they are, and im not a directionATOR, im a directionER, this is simply just a character, and if im honest, it was really hard to say that about them, because its not true!
Anyway...
This is a story about a girl, and Niall, Niall and a girl. Except this girl is no ordinary girl, she is his brother. His unwelcome, unloved, lonley brother. She thinks she's going to be like that forever, until one train ticket to London, and a bump into a stranger on the streets changes everything... Summer, here we come...:D

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1. No escaping the devil.

Theres no use in hiding it. My life is a mess. A mess. I have no caring family, no friends, I share a flat with an abusive boyfriend and worst of all, my long lost brother, whos not so long lost any more, is touring the world, not giving a damn about me anymore. Hell, i bet he doesn't even remember he has me anymore. Should I go from the beginning? I think so.

 

*1 year ago*

'Go on Niall, you can do it. I believe in you' I smiled, patting his shoulder and pushing him onto the stage where the world was about to see how talented he really was. Everyone at school would realise hes truly a talented boy, and they wouldn't be laughing at him or bullying him. They would be worshiping him, my brother, a hero.

'Whats your name?' Simon Cowell asked.

'Niall, Niall Horan' thats us. The Horans. Im his loving sister Alex. Alexandra Marie Horan. I know, I hate my name, but it suits me, so its fine. The only person I had in life, was Niall. Well, our pet goldfish too, Swimmy! But that wasnt the point. You see, people don't really associate themselves with our family at school, because my dad was the head teacher. Boys thought if they came close to me, my dad would shot out of the office and suspend them or something, and the same with girls to Niall, so everyone just left us alone. We sat by ourselves at lunch, and in lessons people asked to move if they were put next to us. In the end, my teacher just decided to sit us next to each other all the time, to save the lesson.

Anyway, Niall sang well, like he always does, and with in 2 weeks, he been to bootcamp, been turned down once however, but was given a second chance in a group, later called One Direction. I was there all the way through the X Factor for Niall, even when he became disappointed with third place.

Im going to cut this introduction short. Fame went to Niall's head, he and the boys started going big in America, and lets just say now London is where Niall's home is, and forever will be with his new best friends. He goes home often i hear, to see mum and dad. You want to know about them? Fine.

Mum and Dad. Where do I begin? They hate me. Thats where i start. Actually, I started at birth. Nialls older, so Niall gets more love. Niall's famous and beings home the money in their minds. Im just little old Alex, the one they said they never wanted to see again. I neede money to live and the only place I could find work was at a local fish and chips store! But it was better than nothing so I took the job. They said I was useless and should be out earning money like Niall. And he stood ther proudly and watched my dad literally throw me out of the house by the scruff of my collar. He jst watched. He disnt try to stop him. He just stood there. From what I saw anyway...

So the rest of my life was a blur. I was 17, when all of this happened. And guess what makes it worst? All of this happened on my 17th birthday. They didnt even get me a card. Niall didnt even spend a second of his valuable voice to say Happy Birthday. How could he?

I decided I couldn't live in Ireland any more with them around, so I hopped on the next flight to England, and wandered the streets. It was when I decided to get a starbucks in Luton, my new home. I wasnt actualy too far from London, so I heard alot about Niall and his fame, sadly.

Back to the story, I met a boy in that cafe. Someone called Jim. He was a heart throb, and according to hin so was I. He bought me a coffee and I told him everything. He offered to let me stay at his place until I found somewhere to stay, and I had nowhere else so I couldnt turn him down.

Worst mistake of my life, was falling in love with that boy. We started dating with in a month, and I moved in permanantly, but thats when the abuse started. He first started being mean verbally, but after I shouted back, he physically hit me. He left bruises and scars, not just on my skin, but on my heart. I trust that guy, but I just fell straight into his plan. The worst was when he came home drunk one night and sexually abused me. Yes. He raped me.

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