Blood Stains and Fingerprints

I've seen him in a fight he lost and it wasn't worth it. But he loved me and didn't give up.

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I quickly realised that I've been in these clothes for the past 2 days. Eew. I looked down. Old converse, "PRAY" top and shorts. I felt pretty uncomfortable, maybe a shower and new clothes would help. I have a feeling Harry read my mind cause Harry ran upstairs and gave me a pair of sweats and a shirt. I smiled at him. I quickly showered and got changed in the bathroom and walked out, clothes in one hand. 

"So... When am I going home?" I asked. "You can't go home. Like I said, your parents think you're dead. You can stay with us if you want, well, really you have no choice but the streets, your choice." Louis snickered. Um... what do THEY want me to do?

"Stay with us!" Zayn said. I couldn't say no.

The next morning I wanted to go shopping but Zayn didn't allow me to. "Why?" he shook his head in disappointment. "Cause, I want you to be at least half-trained by the time you leave this house, probably about a week or more. I don't want you hurt." I sighed. I dont want him to care. I know why though.

"Now c'mon, you're going to get changed into something more comfortable." I shook my head and sat down, cross legged, on the spot. "Fine, I'll have to pick you up then" I shook my head. "Fine, if you wanna play that game." He smirked as he reached down but I ran at vampire speed to the other side of the room. I giggled. Hehe. He raced after me as we ran around the house. I sat down on the kitchen bench, knowing he wouldn't come in here. But Niall did. He came in for a glass of juice then out in a second. 

I walked out and into the living room. "Hello bebz" someone whispered behind me. I squealed and jumped as Zayn grabbed my waist. "Still wanna run?" he whispered, sending shivers down my spine. He wrapped his arms tighter around me leaving me no escape. "yes" I smiled. He picked me up grabbing my bum and giving me a piggy back ride. So you wanna play that game? I thought. Zayn made his way into my mind; yep. I kissed him on the back of his neck and then on the side, tracing my tongue along. "Ok! You win!" he shouted. He dropped me chased me around again until we were worn out.

Soon the rest of the boys came in, Louis leading the way. "Let's go everyone! Mind reading time!" we jumped up and raced out the door into the back garden.

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