Em is abused by her dad and one day she has enough of it. She runs away to her brother Niall. (This is when 1D aren't famous)


5. The phone call

I waved goodbye to Louis as he drove away. I opened the door. and walked into my room where I dropped the massive bags of cloths on the bed. I would deal with them later. I walked back out to the kitchen. I opened up the fridge and began digging around for food. I heard a noise behind me and I turned around to see Niall.

"Stop coming up behind me when I'm looking in the fridge! It gives me a heart attach every time!" I yelled as I grabbed a dishtowel and threw it at him. He caught the towel right before it hit his face. He smirked. I grabbed another towel and we began having a dishtowel was. After a few minutes the front door opened and Zayn came walking in between our fight.

"Well if I had known you two were having a war then I would've brought my Nerf-gun!" Zayn exclaimed. I laughed and Niall whacked him in the face with the dishtowel. "Niall! You're messing up my hair!" Zayn yelled as he began trying to fix his hair with his hands.

"Aw common mate! I did not mess it up!" Niall said. "Whats up?" he asked as he set down the dishtowel.

"The boys were going to go bowling tonight. Thought I'd drop by personally to tell you," Zayn said. I caught Zayn starring at me. He quickly looked away.

"Yeah sure, what time?" Niall asked.

"5, we'll get dinner afterwards," Zayn said as he glanced over at me. "I'd better get going. I'll see you tonight Ms. Emily," Zayn said as he kissed my hand and left. Niall looked over at me and started moving his eyebrows up and down.

"What?" I laughed.

"I think the boys like you. Particularly Lou and Zayn," I blushed.

A few hours later, Niall and I were walking into the bowling alley. The boys sat against the far wall at a table. We walked up and all the boys jumped up to give me a hug. I looked over at Niall who gave the the eye and I knew what he was thinking. I shoved him and we started laughing. We started a game and picked out our balls. Harry was up first, then Niall, Zayn, Liam, Louis, then me. We were almost done with the game when my phone started going off. I looked over at Niall. He grabbed my phone and looked at who was calling... Phil.

"Don't pick it up," he said.

"No I have to. If I don't then he'll automatically know I'm here. I'll just lie to him," I said as I grabbed my phone back. I walked away from all the noise and the boys followed me. I held a finger up to my lips as I picked up the phone. "Hey Phil," I answered causally.

"Where have you been?" Phil yelled into the receiver.

"Away from you," I said sourly.

"Don't sas me! I asked you a question and I expect you to answer."

"And I did answer. I'm away from you!"

"Your with that worthless crap of a brother, aren't you?"

"Niall isn't a worthless brother. And no I'm not with him. I haven't seen him in three years. I don't even know where he lives now," I lied.

"Don't lie to me!" Phil yelled. "I know you've been talking to him behind my back! I found your journals that you left behind. I know about all your backstabbing! And after everything I did for you!" I swore underneath my breath. I should've thought to grab my journals. Niall grabbed the phone away from me.

"Listen here Phil!" Niall yelled. "Em is staying with me! You hurt her!"

"I did no such thing!" Phil shrieked.

"Put it on speaker!" Louis demanded. Niall pushed the speaker button.

"Listen here Phil!" Louis yelled into the phone. "Your not going to touch Em again! Your not even going to get within a 50 miles radius of her!" Louis threatened.

"And who are you?" Phil asked.

"This is her friends!" Liam said.

"And we're going to protect her!" Harry yelled.

"Well we'll see about that!" Phil said as he hung up the phone. I turned it off and slipped into a chair. I looked down at the ground and I could feel tears forming.

"I'm such an idiot," I said.

"No you aren't," Niall said.

"Yes I am. I left my journals out. I wrote everything in those. And now he's probably on his way here right now!" I slammed my fist on the table. I didn't mind the pain, because after 3 years of abuse, you just get used to all the pain. I let the tears roll down my face.

"He might be on his way here, but we aren't going to let him have you. Ever." Liam said. I smiled. It gave me some comfort that I had people looking out for me.

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