You Don't Know Your Beautiful:A Cinderella story

When Ella Hillian, a half Irish half British girl goes to school for the first time since her dad died she regrets it. Ella's developed Leukaemia she's become one of the most insecure and shy people to go to her school. And her step mother and sisters abuse just makes it worse. But when she meets Niall, Zayn, Harry, Louis, and Liam she becomes, happier. And She has feelings for them.They all seem to have feelings for her too, even her cousin, Niall who she forgot existed a long time ago. Who will she choose? When will she choose. Will her sisters try to stop her?
These are the questions of Ella Hillion's
Cinderella story.

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11. Addiction and Reunions

Zayn's P.O.V

I snuck out so Ella wouldn't see me. I know how much Niall hates my smoking. I light the cigarette, and think. Wow, Ella's never kissed anyone. She's too beautiful. I want to be her first kiss. God, I just met this girl.

I take another puff of my cigarette. I need to quit this. I turn my head and see Ella standing in the doorway wide eyed. I quickly smash the cigarette against the house. Ya, that didn't help. I sigh.
"You saw that didn't you?" I say. She nods her head and comes to stand next to me.
"Zayn. I'm sorry but," she shakes a little. "that's disgusting." She says with disgust.
"I want to quit, but it's hard." I say. "You probably hate me now."
"Zayn. Don't say that I could never hate you. It's just I'm worried about you, you should quit."

"You don't understand the addiction. It's hard."
"There, your wrong. I understand more than you know Zayn." I turn my head to face her.
"And how, could you understand Ella."
"Maybe, because I was a drug addict."
"Ella WHAT!"

"No not like that! With my meds."
"Oh,You scared me there." I should've known, she's too innocent. "So Ella, what did happen with your medication." She waits for a moment, closes her eyes and sighs.

"It started when I was fourteen, six months after I was diagnosed Leukemia and six months after I left Niall. After I got more and more bruises the doctor put me on all these kinds of medication that I had never herd of. I took the pills, but after a while, I started to like them. They made the parts of my body hurt feel healed, so instead of atleast two each I began taking five. It made my whole body feel numb, and so good. I was getting high and I didn't even know it. I did things I might not of done when I was sober. Then a month later I wanted more, more of that better feeling. So I took one of each more pill and swallowed all of it whole. I stood there waiting to get that good feeling, but once the pills hit my stomach I threw up, and kept on doing that till I collapsed. Next thing I new I was being rushed to the hospital, I had to have my stomach pumped." She turns her head to look me in the eyes. "Zayn do you realise if I took one more pill it would've been over right there. There are people who could just buy a certain pill, take it and it would be over. It's that easy. Your killing yourself slowly, and you think you have it so bad. But every time you think you can't quit, think of the other addicts who could've died in seconds who decied to quit it. It was much worse for them. Especially the ones like me who were completely alone, who had no support from anyone." She puts her head down so I don't see her cry. I grab her in a big hug.

"Ella you have a step family right. Didn't they help?" I ask.
"Their abusive. And told me that I might as well have died." I pull out of the hug.
"Ella, they abuse you?"
"Ya," She lifts up the side of her shirt and reveals a boot shaped bruise on her hip. " That's from one of my sisters." Why, Ella do they have to be cruel. I can't believe she almost died in seconds. I pull her back into the hug. She's been through a lot I can tell.

"Well, Ella your never going to be alone again. The boys and I will always be here for you." She looks up to me.
"Just. Zayn, your stronger than this and," "And if I'm gonna die soon I don't want you coming right behind me." I can't believe she said that. And I can't believe I thought she didn't understand. She does more than me.

"By the way you owe Louis ten pounds." She says with a laugh.
"Ella, how much did you eat?" I say crossing my arms.
"Maybe ten pieces, no biggie."
"I am never betting against you ever again. Come on its getting cold out." We walk in and all the boys look at us.
"You guys were out there for quit a while. Did you have fun!" Asks Louis. 'Shut up' I mouth. We wach telly until eventually everyone falls asleep. Ella's right I'm stronger than this, I'll do it. I'll quit for her.

Niall's P.O.V

Ella is going to be so happy! Once she wakes up she'll see a good Irish surprise! And I don't meen whiskey.

Ella's P.O.V

I blink my eyes a bit before I sit up. I crashed on the couch last night. The other boys are gone. But Niall is still sitting next to me smiling real big playing with his laptop.
"Ella, close your eyes!" He yells.
"Well, good morning to you to." I say closing my eyes. "Where are the boys?"
"Running errands."he says.
"Boys running errands? Sounds normal, if you ask me." I say sarcastically. What could be on that computer.

Okay open your eyes." I do as he says.
"All the way from Mullingar, Ireland! The first HORAN FAMILY REUNION!" He shouts I look at the screen.
"Oh my gosh, Niall this is awesome!" I say hugging him, maybe touch.
"Okay everyone say hello!" Says Niall.
"HELOOOO!" On the screen are my family members waving.
"Hey auntie Maura! It's so good to see you!"
"Ohhh, look at how you've grown!" She says. Her last name might be Gallegher now but she's still my auntie.
"Hey there Ell," Says Chris Gallegher.
"Hey uncle Chris!" He might not be a Horan but he sure treats me like his niece.
"What's up Little Sis,!" Says Greg. He calls me that because he always said I might as well be Niall and his sister.
"Greg, after five years your still calling me Sis."
"Hey you might as well be." He says.
"Hello golden, sweetie." I freeze for a bit. My mum's brother Bobby.
"Hi uncle Bobby." A tear falls from my face. He called me golden. Because I was a perfect replica of my mother. My grandmother named her Óir, wich meens golden in Irish, because she knew she would have a golden heart. And she was right. She was good to everyone, even bad people.

"Sweet heart why are you crying?" Asks auntie Maura.
"Ya, Ella are you alright?" Asks Niall. I wipe the tear away.
"Ya, it's just I missed you all and I miss mum and dad." I say. More tears started falling.
"Sis, we all miss aunt Óir. And Uncle Aldan was the best uncle." Says Greg.
"Okay I got all mushy there, lets talk!" I said with a smile.

"I herd about a dance. Who asked you and is he cute?" Asks Maura. I blush a bit.
"I've only been at the school for two days aunt Maura. And I don't think any boys would find me attractive." I say.
"Sis, after five years you turned out friggin gorgeous!"
"She's your cousin Greg, lay off her." Says Niall in a serious yet sarcastic tone.
"So how is that horrible step family of yours?" Asked Maura.
"I guess their okay." I shrug.
"I told your father not to marry Evanora. Such a vile woman." She says. It's true she is.

"Sis, if you could visit any place in the world where would it be?" Asks Greg, lightening the mood.
"Mullingar I guess."
"Why? It's so quiet here." He says.
"Well, because all of you are there. And I have never been to Mullingar. We always went to the holiday house in Dublin."
"Ya, but Dublin's our hang out." Niall says nudging me in the shoulder.
"Well, come visit us soon honey." Says Maura. My smile fades.
"How soon?"
"A few months, maybe a year. Whenever you can make it."
"Aunt Maura, can I talk to you. Privately?"

"Go on boys get out of here. That meens you too Niall." She says, pointing through the screen. The room in Mullingar. And Niall goes into the kitchen.
"Now honey, what is it you wanted to talk to me about?" She says smiling. I know this will brake her little heart. So full of love, and now I'll be tearing it apart.
"There's, no easy way, to tell you this." I sigh. "But you won't be seeing me that soon."
"And why not sweetheart?" Her smile disappeared. Why was it so hard to disappoint her.
"Just. See for yourself." I say lifting up my shirt. Her hands cup around her mouth.

"Ella, what is that?"
"It's Leukemia."
"Oh my. Not you too." She said referring to my parents death. The tears start.
"I only have twelve months," I say.
"No your going to beat this. I know you can."
"I hope your right, I don't want to die." I yawn.
"Well it sounds like you had a long night. Get some rest. And you won't di...., well you know what I meen. It was so good to see you again Ella. I love you darling." She says.
"Goodbye auntie Muara, say by to the rest of the family. I love you too." The laptop shuts off. I yawn again. I did have some night. Telling Zayn I was a drug addict. I wonder why I told him so much. I've never told anyone that.

I lay on my back with my hands above my head. And I drift off to sleep.

Niall's P.O.V

I stop moving for a moment and I listen. It's very quiet. To quiet. I walk out of the kitchen and into the living room. And there lay a soundly sleeping Ella. I sit down next to her and close the laptop. Ella was so happy. And that's all what I want to do is make her happy. But not in the relationship type way! It wasn't like that! Was it?

I look over Ella. The way she's sleeping, she looks so vulnerable, so innocent, fragile, so, beautiful. I'm her cousin for gods sake! Why was I thinking like this?! I look at her again. Her lips are purple and plump, not a regular color for lips. But still tempting. I guess one little peck on the lips wouldn't hurt.

I stand over her with my hands grasping her wrists. I look at her beauty. Is this right? Maybe not, but like I said. A little peck wouldn't hurt. I lean in to kiss her, but I was wrong. Once I start I can't stop.
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