You're Perfect to Me

Desirai Monroe(Dessi) has always had a pretty bad life. At the age of 4, her father started abusing her. At the age of 13, her father killed her mother right in front of her. He was arrested for child abuse when she was 14. Nobody knew about the murder of her mother. He made it look like a suicide, and everyone believed it. He was imprisoned for 5 years and Dessi went into a foster care until she met her boyfriend Travis, and moved in with him. Not long after that, she discovered he was her worst nightmare. Once she escapes she meets five of the most famous in the world. Will they be able to help her?
(Recommended age: 14+)


4. A Rude Awakening

-Dessi's POV-

I woke up to the sound of music, the song How To Save A Life, by The Fray was playing. This song kind of made me depressed, reminding myself of my life. I still had my eyes closed, I haven’t moved a muscle, but yet I was still awake. I was confused; Travis hated The Fray, so why was their song playing? I needed to find out.

I opened my eyes to find myself in a strange room. I couldn't see much, only a desk and an open door was on that side of the room. Where was I? I squished my eyes shut, turning to the other side of the bed, stretching. My hand touched something odd, hair. I opened my eyes quickly, panicking. I saw person in the bed next to me, apparently watching me sleep. I screamed, kicking my feet and flailing my arms in defense. I kicked something, a leg, causing me to fly off the other side of the bed.

I landed on the cold, hardwood floor with a smack. I stood up as fast as possible, backing away. I looked the person in the eyes. I became annoyed, remembering where I was. Harry was lying on the bed calmly and seductively, smirking and holding back laughter.

"Oh my god Harry! What the bloody hell?!" I yelled at him. He burst out laughing, holding his sides, about to fall off the bed too. "Harry! Stop it! I'm going to kill you!!" I yelled at him again.

He finally stopped laughing and he stood up. "You slept in late, so I was going to wake you up for breakfast, but you looked so beautiful, I-"

"Watched me sleep?" I interrupted him in an annoyed voice.

He laughed again. "Well it's just that you're so damn cute when you sleep, but you're much more entertaining when you wake up!" He started laughing again. "Fuck you!" I said in an irritated voice.

"When and where sweetie?" He asked winking and biting his lip. "Nowhere and never in your dreams." I said as I walked over and pushed him out the door. He held out his hand, catching the door, stopping me from closing it.

"Oh, and by the way," He said, looking me up and down. "Nice undies." He smirked and closed the door. My eyes grew huge, I looked down. Part of my night gown was tucked inside of my panties. "Ugh!" I groaned, leaning my head against the door. I was blushing in embarrassment.

I heard him laughing through the door. "Come down for breakfast in ten minutes!" He called. I rolled my eyes and turned around, fixing my night gown. Harry left his IPod in my room and it was still playing music. I went over to it and turned it off. As I was doing so, I noticed a note on my bedside table. I picked it up and read it.

'I put some clothes in the dresser for you; we will go shopping later today. Get dressed and go down stairs to the kitchen when you're ready. Harry will be making breakfast for everyone. If you need me, I will be down in the coffee shop. ~Anne'

I crumpled it up and threw it at the bin on the other side of my room. When I made it inside the bin, I started fist pumping and dancing like a total weirdo. Once I finished being my weird self, I got ready.

-Harry's POV-

I skipped down the stairs, through the living room, and to the kitchen. "Oh wow, someone's happy." Louis said. The boys usually come over for breakfast at my house so I'm used to having them around, and now that Niall was dating Melinda, she was here often too. "Very!" I replied.

"Oh my god... What the hell did you do to her?!" Mel asked angrily. "Hey, chill out Squirt! I don't even know what you're talking about." My nickname for her was squirt because of her height. She wasn't that short, but I still made fun of her about it, in a friendly way.

She glared at me. "Stop it you ass! I'm talking about Dessi! Now answer my question!" She said, sarcastically threatening me with a forkful of pancake. "I didn't do anything to her! I just watched her wake up!" I started laughing. "She fell off the bed!"

"You're a bastard, you know that, right?"

"A sexy one," I answered "Oh and did you know that her night gown and panties match?!"

Liam walked up to me and hit me over the head. "Dude! What the heck Liam?!" I yelled at him.

"She's a lady, not a dog!" He snarled at me and stomped off. Everyone watched quietly as he did. "Nice going Harry." Zayn said. He glared at me, then walked after Liam. "I was kidding! I didn't even mean it like that!" I said in an annoyed voice.

"Mean what like that?" Dessi asked, walking down stairs. I turned around and looked at her, she was beautiful! Her brown curly hair flowing over her shoulder and back, styled so it hid half of her cut cheek. She was wearing some white short shorts and a pink flowery blouse that used to be Gemma's. She noticed me staring at her and blushed.

"Take a picture, would you?" She said as she pushed past me. Mel offered her some bacon and pancakes, and they sat down and started talking.


-Liam's POV-

"She hasn't even been here for one day and Harry has already flirted with her, been a pervert around her, and treated her like a damn dog!" I yelled. "It'll be okay, she knows what he likes, and she obviously not like that. I can't tell that she doesn't like him." Zayn comforted me, patting me on the back.

"He doesn't even care about what she's been through! She just ran away from an abusive asshole, she doesn't want another one to deal with!"

"Listen, Harry can be a flirt and a little perverted at times, but he's not abusive, and definitely not an asshole. You two better get over this before the tour." Zayn said. "Well, I promised Harry that I would help clean up after breakfast, so I'll see you out there." He smiled, and then walked off. "Okay, fine." I said back.


-Travis' POV-

That slut!! I swear to god, when I find Desirai, she's dead! I will rip her apart, the walls painted with her blood. I will drag her lifeless body on the floor; her face will be violently disfigured to the point where you wouldn't even be able to call it a face. I can't wait until I get her back. Where ever she is, I will find her, and every square inch of her body will be bruised, broken, bloody, or nailed to the wall.

I think that I still had her phone; I took it and hid it from her ever since she first saw my torture room. It had always been in the third drawer of my night stand. I ran to my room, to see if it was still there, once I got there, I opened the drawer. It was empty, not even a speck of dust. I panicked and went through my whole room, her phone nowhere to be found, that must mean one thing. She had her phone with her. I was horrified and pissed, but then a great idea came to me.

I grabbed my cell phone off my desk and dialed her number.

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