You Found Me

Belle's life was really complicated. Between dance and school, she comes home to an abusive foster dad. She's waiting for someone to find her. Her Prince Charming to sweep her off her feet. When she runs into Niall Horan, is there true love in the air?

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1. "It ain't for me"

*BELLE'S P.O.V.*

I put my hood over my head as I walk into the gas station. It was 3 am and my abusive foster dad, Joe, wanted some beer. I'm 16, so I'm not legally allowed to buy it, but the owner knows that if I don't, Joe will beat me... again. I only have 2 outfits total. Today, I'm wearing my high waisted black shorts, a red bra, my laceless yellow converse, and a brainy smurf hoodie. My light brown hair was slightly curled since I got permission to use the curling iron.

Walking into the store I did notice a large black bus like thing. A tour bus is more like it. It was parked to the side, but looked broken down. I walk in go find Rafi, the clerk, at the counter and five boys running around the store. Two of them, one with curly brown hair and one with straight brownish hair, were chasing each other. One with a buzz-like-cut was trying to get them to stop. The last two were standing in the junk food isle. The blond boy was throwing food into a boy with a tall black quiff hands. Wait, I could recognize them anywhere. One Direction was here. The curly haired boy, Harry. The one chasing him, Louis. Buzz cut guy, Liam. Black quiff, Zayn. The cutest blond boy, Niall. Great. My favorite boy band is here and gets to see me illegally buy beer for my abusive foster dad. Way to make a good first impression.

I walk to the alcohol. I quickly open the door, but Niall closed it.

"What do you think you're doing?" He looked worried. I was being mesmerized by his beauty and his amazing Irish accent.

"N-N-Niall, y-you don't understand." I checked my watch, almost 4 o'clock. I watched them run around longer than I had thought.

"Hold old are you?"

"It's not for me."

"How. Old. Are. You?"

"I'm 16."

"Well, um, uh."

"Belle."

"Belle," the rest of the boys were standing next to him, "you're 16, and in the U.S., you have 5 years left." I began getting teary eyed.

"Listen, Niall, Zayn, Harry, Liam, Louis it ain't for me."

"Are you a fan?" Zayn asked me.

I nod. "Yea, just let me get the beer. It's not for me."

Just then Joe stormed in the store. "BELLE? WHERE'S MY BEER?!" He ran towards me.

"I'm getting it Joe, I-" i was cut of when he grabbed me by my hair. I winced in pain. "RAFI, YOU AIN'T SEEN NOTHIN!" Rafi shook his head looking at me with more worry than ever. Joe's hand released me hair wrapping his arm around by neck. I was choking for air. I mouth to the guys, 'Help me.' They were shocked. They didn't know why I was getting the beer. I tried telling them, but I should've just told them about Joe first.

"Y'ALL PRETTY BOYS AIN'T SEEN NOTHIN NEITHER!" They shook their heads. Joe dragged me out of the store and into the parking lot. He threw me down and just began kicking me. Since we lived in a small Texas town, there was no one around to hear me yelp and scream. "I WANTED MY BEER! THIS IS WHAT YOU GET!" He continued to punch and kick me. I heard the boys run out of the store and into the tour bus. That explains that. Niall was the last to get in. He kept looking at me. I shouted while crying, "NIALL! OH MY GOD NIALL HELP ME!" He started for me, but then their body guard came and made him get inside. I screamed as loud as I could when Joe pulled off my sweatshirt and threw it aside until I felt cold metal inside me. Joe stabbed me in the stomach. He laughed maniacally. Then, he left me there. He just walked away. I felt the blood continue to gush out of my stomach. It didn't get on my clothes, but just ran down my side to the pavement. My breathing got heavy, for it became more and more difficult. I sorta heard people. I think they surrounded me. I felt cloth on my wound. My vision was getting blurry. My hearing became muffled.

Everything went black.
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