What Makes You Beautiful

Becky is completely alone when she runs away from home to a place her mum used to take her before she died that they only knew about so when Becky finds another person there what does she do? Find out inside this movella about friendship, love and abuse.



Becky's POV

Thank goodness Niall like his food and Maura loved it too. Maybe I should make it every morning. My thoughts were interupted when Nialler started talking to me. While we talked I started cleaning the dishes.

N: Thanks for the food. It was delicious.

B: It wasn't a problem, Nialler

N: What were you thinking about?

B: About maybe making you breakfast every morning

N: Please do it

B: Fine I'll do it since you said please


Then we kissed and when I had finished cleaning the dishes me and Niall went for a walk in the park. We chatted while sat on the swings for ages then I was tapped on the shoulder. I turned around and saw the last person I ever wanted to see, my dad. I looked down at his hand and saw a gun. OH MY GOD HE HAS A GUN! I grabbed hold of Niall's hand and sprinted back to Nialler's house for safety. When we got in we heard glass shatter and the bedroom window had been shot into. My dad is crazy! We looked outside the window and saw him break in.


B: Nialler, he's breaking in.

N: Oh my god! What should I do?

B: Let's just protect each other. Don't forget about the knife in my sock.


I could smell burning coming from downstairs so I ran to see what it was. OH MY GOD! THE HOUSE IS ON FIRE! 'NIALL! THE HOUSE IS ON FIRE!' I yelled 'WHAT?! WHERE'S MY MUM?' He yelled back then ran downstairs. I told him she had gone to the shops, he picked me up bridal style and ran with me out of the house as fast as he could. As soon as we got out of the house the house exploded. Thank god we had got out just in time. My dad was thrown in jail and me and Niall booked a room at a hotel for the night. As long as we're okay thats all that matters

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