On My Own

Juliet Boscarino has been on her own since the age of 15. After being kicked out of her now ex-boyfriends home, she finds solace in an abandoned recording studio in London. One day she wakes up to find five oddly familiar boys. They happen to be the five One Direction members. They take her in. Will she fall in love? More importantly, will anyone fall in love with her?


1. My New Home.

"Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip." the sound of leaking water filled the piece of trash I call home. Other than the minor leaks and cockroach infestation it's a pretty nice place. Lets see.. I've got a nice leather couch, a wall of mirrors, a guitar, and a recording studio. For a person like me it's heaven. All I have to do is clean the place up then Voila! Perfection! Before mamma passed away back in Sicily, she told me everything will eventually go my way if I think POSITIVE. So.. From now on, I'll not only be Juliet Boscarino, I'll be Juliet Boscarino, owner of this uh-fine recording studio! 

"Plop. Plop. Plop. Plop." 

"Tap. Tap. Tap." 

"Ahhh!" I screamed out burying my face into the leather upholstery. I closed my eyes and tried to sleep.

"Plop. Plop. Plop." The roof in my room was leaking. I ran downstairs to tell Mamma. I found her on the floor in the kitchen covered in blood. I knelt down beside her to check if she was breathing...
Barely anything. Tears streamed down my face like a river. 

"Mamma?" I screamed. Still no reply. I tried to give her CPR but with me only being a freshmen my attempt only made the situation worse. 

"....... Juliet..." she whispered, "Goodnight.." her eyes closed for the last time. I knew I'd never be able to hear her voice, she'll never make it to my wedding or watch me graduate. I had to get the hell out of here. I quickly dialed (113) the Italian emergency line, then packed my bags. I took Mammas stash of money from the inside of her mattress then left. After minutes of walking I could hear the sirens coming from the ambulance. I couldn't stay and be taken away. They'd just hold me back, and Mamma wouldn't have liked that. I looked back once more and silently prayed, I hope everything will end up alright. Maybe one day I'll get back on my feet.
                                    *End of Flashback*

My eyes slowly started to open. From what the window displayed it was already morning. My eyes burnt from fresh tears. I've replayed that moment every night for three years. 

"Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip." 

"Damn it!" I sat up and walked to the dark bathroom. I picked up my old Sigonella High gym bag and picked out a one size too small blue sleeveless mini-dress and a pair of worn out black converses. Luckily, I could still fit all of my clothes and a nice Sicilian beautician down the street supplies me with make up. I look pretty good for a once homeless teen. If you don't know me you'd think I'm just like any other girl that walks the streets of London, England. It's nice.. But I've gotten a few snide remarks from people who ask who I am. I answer them with an Italian accent so they further question me. I tell them straight up, I ran away from Italy to start fresh. 

Once I finished I added eyeliner, mascara, foundation, blush and red lipstick. I combed my hair with a brush from the beautician and let it fall down my back. I suddenly froze.

"Nialler? Why'd you buy this place." someone asked. 

"It seemed nice." Okay.. There are two boys, ones name is umm- Nialler?

"Its okay." Another one implied. Uh Oh. Three. 

"I heard noises coming from over there." Four.

"Ooooohhhhh!!! It's probably a ghost Harry." Oh Fuck.. That's Five. 

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