Awaiting Destiny.

A girl who has been abused at home as well as school all of her life, gets the once in a lifetime chance to meet the fabulous One Direction! She wins a date with a boy of her choice, and we all know that picking between them is SUPER hard, but Niall has a little "surprise" for her. Who will she choose? Read and find out!


1. This House is Not a Home.

Looking out the window, I think if I will ever see him. Who? You ask. Niall Horan. He is only the most wonderful creature to ever walk the earth. Me, coming from a small town, have a very slim chance of actually meeting One Direction. But, a fangirl can dream, can't they?

Apparently I had a nightmare, because I woke up screaming, and heavily breathing. Panting, I try to catch my breath. I jolted up when I woke up, so I just had to swing my legs over the edge of the bed. I try to shake off the effects of the dream, and slide my fuzzy house slippers on. They're neon green, and they look like monsters feet. I have always had a taste for what's weird in life. I shuffle over to my dresser and pick out some clothes. All of which, have been worn for far too long. My dad don't have money to buy me extra clothes. Or extra anything for that matter. So I have had these clothes for quite sometime. I walked over to my stereo and put in my One Direction CD. No one has the money for an iPod, so this will have to do. I saved up my own money to buy the CD. From the money that I barely get from my job at McDonald's. I dance around while getting ready, simply enjoying this moment, which is usually the best part of the day. No one to make fun of me. No one to scream at me. Just me. And the most amazing band in the world. Then I remember about the contest that I entered. It was about a week or so ago, and I saw papers up at stores, and people came in at work talking all about how One Direction is having a contest that lets the winner be flown out to see the boys. The winner would then chose a boy of thier choice to go out on a date with.

I run downstairs to see my dad sitting at the kitchen table. "Dad, did my envelope come in yet?" I ask him, in hopes that it came in. He looks up, and he is drunk beyond compare. "Uhm, no." he stutters out. "Y-you shouldn't even enter t-those stupid contests y-you win a f*cking thing." He says in a groggy tone. I sigh and shake my head. "You're too drunk to even give a sh*t." I am genuinely mad beyond comprehention at this point. I don't even consider the consequences. He jolts up. Shuffles quickly over to me, and grabs me by the throat, pushing me up against the fridge. Sending magnets falling and rolling everywhere. "Don't you ever use that f*cking tone with me again. I'll slit your throat, just like your dumb*ss mother slit hers." See, my mother killed herself when I was 3. I can see why. He knows that it kills me when he says that. He knows exactly how to push my buttons.

I let out a wimper. By now, magnets are poking at my skin. "I-I'm sorry. I didn't think before I said that." A tear rolls down my cheek. "Damn right y-you didn't think. I'm the only thing you h-have in this world, like it or n-not. And I can do whatever the Hell want." The adrenaline must have worn off from where I said that. Because he is starting to stutter again. I bit my lip, trying to hold back all of my compressed anger. But, I couldn't contain myself. I used all of my strength and pulled his hands off of my throat. He staggered back, and I ran towards the door. "W-when you come h-home, you best believe that you will n-never live this down." He says, but I don't turn around. I don't want to turn around. I don't even want to go back, but sadly, I know I have to return to that Hell hole.

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