Found. (A One Direction Fanfic)

Olivia is a 14 year old freshman girl who lives with her father. Ever since her mother died, her father has been very abusive to her. He kicks her, punches her, hits her, and even tries to kill poor Olivia! She runs away to an abandoned cabin and stays there until she meets someone she will never forget. Read to learn her crazy life trying to run away from her evil father, who wants her dead.


7. The Boy

Olivia POV-

I put on my black Ray Bans and walked down the street. I plugged in my headphones and started playing 'Oath' by Cher Lloyd. I was humming along until I finally got to the park. It was basically empty except for a few teenagers playing Frisbee. I sat on one of the old swings alone and stared at the sky. I took off my sunglasses and slid them into my pocket. I started daydreaming about what would happen if I tried out for the XFactor.

* "And the winner is..." Says Simon Cowell. I was standing on stage with a group beside me. It was either me or the group who would win the money.

"Excuse me?" Simon says. What?

"Excuse me?" He says again, this time in a different voice*

That's when I was snapped out of my daydreaming. I looked over to find a boy standing beside me. He was VERY handsome. He had brown hair that swooped over his forehead and blue eyes that I could stare into all day.

"Sorry," I said to him.

"It's alright," he said with the most gorgeous smile I've ever seen. "Is anyone sitting here?" He asked, gesturing to the swing beside me. I giggled a bit and shook my head. He sat in the swing and looked up towards the sky.

"So what's your name?" He asked after a while.

"Olivia," I replied.

"I'm Dylan," he said. That was the perfect name for a perfect boy :).

We joked around for a while until it started getting dark.

"I better start heading home, it's getting late," I said standing up from the swing.

"How 'bout I walk you home?" Dylan questioned with a wink.

"I might just take you up on the offer," I giggled.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" He blurted out as we walked out the park gates.

"No..." I blushed. He looked up at the sky. I watched my feet as we walked along the sidewalk. Before I knew it we were standing at the edge of the driveway, saying our goodbyes.

"Wait!" He said, gently grabbing my shoulder as I turned to go inside. He handed me a small piece of paper.

"Call me sometime," he winked and started walking back towards the park. I smiled at the piece of paper and walked towards the house. I looked up as I neared the front door only to find Harry standing there, his arms crossed. I jumped a little.

"Geez Harry! You scared me!" I joked. He had an angry look on his face.

"Who was that?" He demanded.

"Dylan...” I trailed off, smiling at the sound of his name.

"What's that?" He asked, snatching the paper out of my hand. I tried to steal it back but he held it out of my reach. Why do I have to be so short?

"'Call me sometime, babe! 555-555-5555'" Harry read aloud. By now, all the boys were standing behind him. He threw the paper in the trash and walked away. Well isn't he cranky!!! He can't do that!!! That was very rude of him!

"Hey! You can't do that!" I yelled running after him.

"Yes I can! My house, my rules!" He yelled back.

"Then I'll just leave! You don't own me!" I said crossing my arms. He turned around and pointed a finger at me angrily.

"Own you? You’re lucky we even found you! What would happen if we didn't save you? Huh?! Your father would've beaten you to death!" He screamed. My eyes filled with tears as all the memories flooded back into my mind. I ran upstairs to my bedroom and locked the door behind me. I leaned against the door and slowly slid down until I was sitting. That's when I let it all out. I cried about my father beating me. I cried about my mother's death. I cried just because I haven't cried in a while

*Zayn POV*

                I felt really bad about what happened with Olivia. I mean, she’s her own person! But, I also agree with Harry. We should be protective over her because we know the story of what happened with her and her father.

Harry went for a walk after Olivia ran upstairs to her room. I decided that it was time to give her her present: An iPhone 4s. Her father didn’t allow her to own a phone so we thought it would be nice to buy her one. I dug in the trashcan for the paper that boy gave her. Once I found it, I wrote my own little note on it and slipped it in with the phone.

I knocked on Olivia’s bedroom door. I fixed the bow on the wrapped phone, and waited for her to answer. I heard shuffling and the turn of the lock.

“Come in,” she sniffled. I slowly opened the door. She was sitting on the bed, her back turned to me.

“Olivia? Are you ok?” I asked her. She shook her head and I sat down next to her. Her face was red and splotchy from crying. I felt bad for her.

“I have something for you,” I said, giving her the present. She held it in her hands and stared at it. I rubbed her back reassuringly and stood up.

“Come down when you’re ready, we have to talk to you.” I said and walked out the door.

 *Olivia POV*

After Zayn left, I decided to open the present. I gently tore away the polka dotted wrapping paper only to find an iPhone 4s! Oh my gosh! This made me so much happier! I opened the box that held the phone and a small, crumpled piece of paper fell out. I picked it up and uncrumpled it. It was the paper Dylan gave me! Zayn had also written a note on it. “Don’t tell Harry I gave you this paper! He would kill me! :) xx –Zayn” I smiled to myself.

                I saved Dylan’s number into my new phone, only to find Liam, Niall, Louis, Zayn, and Harry’s number. I was debating on whether I should delete his number or not. I should probably keep it just in case. I decided I would text Dylan.

Me: Hey! It’s Olivia!

I sent the message and walked into the bathroom to take a shower. I turned on the water and undressed. I stared at my stomach in the mirror. It had a huge scar across it and was all bruised. Tears started to fill my eyes again. Thankfully, the mirror fogged up and I couldn’t see myself anymore. I hopped in the shower and flinched as the warm water hit my scar. It stung like a thousand yellow jackets stinging me at the same exact time. I soon got over it and washed my hair and body. 

                I blow dried my hair and put it in a messy bun. I dressed in some light blue skinny jeans and a baggy, navy blue sweatshirt.  I grabbed my new phone and checked my messages.

Dylan<3-Hey, babe! Can we meet again? At the park? By the swings? Xx

I didn’t have time to answer because Liam barged into my room.

“Are you ok?” He asked. I nodded.

“Ok. Well, we need to talk to you about something,” He said and led me downstairs. Louis, Niall, and Zayn were sitting on the couch.

“Where’s Harry?” I asked.

“He went on a walk to clear his head, love,” Louis said. I stared out the window at the dark sky.

“Sit,” Niall said, gesturing towards the recliner. I sat down and fumbled with my bracelets.

“We have talked it over and…” Liam started. “We’re sending you to school.” What? What? WHAT?

“What?!” I yelled.

“It’ll help you blend in! You don’t want to get caught by your father, would you?” Louis stated.

“Plus, it’ll help you make friends! You need some girls to hang around!” said Zayn.

“Fine.” I slumped down in my chair.

“You need to be in bed by 11. We will wake you up at 6:30 tomorrow morning and Paul will drive you to school.” Liam said.

“Alright… Thank you guys so much for the phone! I really appreciate it,” I said and walked up to my room. I had to tell Dylan I couldn’t hang out. But then wouldn’t he think I was bailing on him?

Me- Sorry, I can’t hang tonight! Parents won’t let me out past 10 on school nights…

I didn’t want to tell him I lived with 5 famous boys instead of parents…

Dylan- Well then you’re going to have to sneak out.

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