My name is Alice, I am 13 years old.
My life was changed completely when I was kidnapped, taken from everything.
Though, I found a way out....unfortunately along with that, my memory was taken away as well. With only my first name and age to remember.... I run.
I find a house, a big one, to be exact, with 5 boys living in them.
Who am I?
Where am I?
What's my life story? All questions roaming in my mind, answers very distant.
But these 5 boys known as One Direction help to bring my memory back, through dreams and images.
Sad, depressed, worried and especially frightened, I slowly find out who I am.
Leaving me to a whole new life which is something.... special.


4. Questions... hmmm

Alice's POV

Yes, I did realize what just happened, the key word is FLASHBACK. I just had a memory of something, my life, my past, who I actually... am. And it's all because of walking into a kitchen, now isn't that a bit strange.. I want to find out what happend, what actually happened. "Just give it up," I thought to myself. "Hey, can I talk to the irish one in private for a second?" I asked them. Niall replied," Sure, let's go to my room love." I stood up wincing and such (same old, same old) and limped to the stair case. "Stairs, my worst enemy right now..." I mumbled to myself. "What was that?" Niall asked curiously. " Mmmm, nothing," was all I said, and we both continued up the steps, him watching me carefully as I kept going up each step. He eventually picked me up because of my slowness, which bothered me because I felt like I was being treated like a child. "Excuse me Sir, can you please let me down,  I can walk ya know," I said to him. "You can call me Niall, and I preferr to carry you anyway," he replied shrugging his shoulders. "Okay then..." I whispered.

Once we got to his room, his set me down on his comfy bed, I layed it on him.

"So, do you by any chance know ANYTHING about me? Why are you so clingy to me? Who are you? Why do you live with 4 other boys? Why did you hel-" "I know who you are, I am trying to make sure you are safe, my name is Niall Horan, and I live with the four other men because they are part of my band, One Direction, we're on our break right now, and we helped you because-"

Oh man it's happening again!


" So Alice, do you like them yet?" a girl asked. She had short dark brown hair and a scrunched up nose with cherry blushed cheeks. "Like who you may be asking?" I replied sarcastically. "ONE DIRECTION, THE INCREDIBLY HOT BAND NAMED ONE DIRECTION! With Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson, Liam Payne, Zayn Malik, and Niall Horan! Do you KNOW what i'm talking about NOW?" she yelled at me showing me one of her posters of them. I just laughed. "Oh yeah! Those guys.. right! Um, i've been thinking, and I decided that they are...." she looked at me with a joyous look on her face, "okay." I said simply. She just stared at me with her mouth hung open. "Okay, you think the BEST band in the world is OKAY? I can't talk to you anymore..." she said as she crossed her arms and looked the other way from me. "That would be a pleasure," I said chuckling. She glared at me and kept giving me that look that I hated, that broke me down. "FINE, i'll admit it... I LIKE One Direction! But I will NEVER be a directioner! Never in a MILLION years! Got that?" I spoke to her. "YESSS! PRAISE THE LORD!!" she shouted. I covered her mouth," Shhhhh! The people in ChinaTown could probably hear you!" I scolded her. "Sorry, but you can't calm victory!" she smiled...

 Flashback over.....


It happened again! It did it! 

I slowly opened my eyes again to see all of One Direction in my face, WITH their mouths hanging to the floor. Closed my eyes again and breathed in, and breathed out. I pointed to each one of them as I said," Louis Tomlinson, Harry Styles, Zayn Malik, Liam Payne, and of course, the one and only Niall Horan," I said to them. They were still in the same position as last time, so I just looked at each of them in the eyes, got up, and left to that same hallway again. Looking around, I went the other way to explore, ya know, finish my tour of the house. The next room that was right next to Niall's, it looked exactly the same, but cleaner. I left that room and went to the next one, inside, it was pink, a nice pink, with pine looking dressers and a flat screen tv..... somebody help me...........


 I was in a nice pink room, with princesses hanging up on the wall and cute, girly decorations. Then, there was me. I was in a silky pink dress that went down to my knees, my cheeks were nice and pump, and soft looking. My dark brown curls went all the way down to my butt. I was roaming my room, singing a song that made no sense. That same lady walked in, the one I think was my mother. "Alice, here's your hot cocoa, time for bed," she said to me softly. I looked up to her with pleading eyes. "Read me a story please!! Pretty please! The one about the unstoppable girl; please!" I begged her. "Alright, but then you need to go to bed! Do you have my word?" she asked me, holding out her pinky. "Yes mommy!" I said to her, and we crossed our pinkys. I cuddled into my nice pink bed with fluffy white pillows, and my mom sat next to me. "Once upon a time, there was a girl who had a sad life. She was kind to all, but not all were very nice to her, do you know what she did though?" my mom said. "She stayed strong!" I replied, my mother laughed. "You got that right girly!"

End of Flashback***


"Ahhhhhhh!! Somebody help me! Please!" I cried once it was over. I slid down the wall crying HARD. "Niall! Please!" I yelled. He came rushing in, panting, then he rushed over to me, craddling me in his arms. "Shhhh, it's okay love, it's alright, relax, i'm right here," he spoke gently, whispering calming words in my ear. "Now what happened, tell me hun, it's going to be okay," No-no, no, no, no," I said nervously. "There is something wrong with me... what's wrong with me?" I was hypervenilating now. Why was all of this happening? Am I a sort of psychic of some sort?! "Sweety, everything is going to be fine, just breath in, and breath out, breath in, and breath out," but I just kept shaking, scared for my life. And I only had one request from him.

"Just make it stop, please, just make it stop."


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