Are We Friends Or Are We More?

Dalis Monroe was born in New York City, but moved to Manchester with her mother when she was 14 years old. Dalis is a singer and was discoverd by Simon Cowell when she was 16 years old. Dalis is now 18 years old and has an amazing career and Dalis is best friends with the amazing boyband One Direction! She has been best friends with the boys for 2 years and is super close with them. Dalis and Zayn did date for awhile, now they are just friends. But Dalis finds herself falling for another one of the boys..but will he feel the same?


18. Haunted Past

   It's been a couple days and I still haven't seen or talked to any of the boys or Eleanor. My only friend at this point was Ricky and we have become really close. Yeah he was supplying me with drugs but he still was a good guy and he was the only person that cared about me right now. 

 "Do you want another line?" Ricky asked. 

He was sitting down infront of the coffee table with white powder all over it.

I shook my head, "I've had enough for right now." 

My drug use has gotten out of control. I was doing drugs everyday. I was either smoking Marijuana or snorting Cocaine or Oxycontin pills.  I was spiraling out of control. 

"I actually have to go somewhere real quick." I said.

"Okay I will be here when you get back." 

Dalis outfit

 I walked into the little cafe and saw him sitting down at a table waiting for me, I was surprised I even recognized him. I walked over and sat down in the chair infront of him.

"Dalis, I can't believe it's really you." He said.

"Listen, I'm only here because you have been bugging me and you won't leave me alone." I said harshly. 

"Dalis, I am your father you know." He whispered.

I shook my head, "No you're not. I don't have a father. You left. You walked out and left me and my mother-"

"That was years ago, i'm here to make it right." He said cutting me off.

"Make it right?" I chuckled, "You can't. You had all this time to make it right and you decide to do it after my mother dies."

"I'm so sorry about your-"

I cut him off, "Shut up, you don't get to talk about her! And your apology, well you can shove that up your ass." I stood up from the table. 

"Dalis wait," 

I looked over at my "father"

"You should lay off the drugs." He whispered.


"Ricky!" I yell looking around my flat but he wasn't there. 

"Ricky!" I yell again. 

"Hey," Ricky said walking through the front door. 

I ran over and give him a hug, "You said that you would be here when I got back." I whispered into his chest. 

"I'm sorry, but I had to go pick these up." He said backing away pulling out some Oxycontin pills from his pocket. 

After we snorted some lines we both layed down on the couch and Ricky had his arms wrapped around me and my head was using his chest as a pillow. 

"Ricky," I whispered.


"What was your childhood like?"

He sighed,"I didn't really have one. I had to grow up really fast." 

"Tell me about your life," I said looking up at his face.

"Both of my parents were drug addicts, " he whispered."I don't remember a time they weren't high. I remember I ran away all the time, One time ran away for about 2 weeks and when I cam back there were police everywhere outside my house. I ran inside and the paramedics were carrying my dads dead body. He overdosed on Heroin and my mom she was sitting on the stairs crying, she had her arms wrapped around my little brother, Danny. Then this lady came up to me and grabbed my hand and she said she was taking me and my brother away from my mom. Danny and I were put into a foster home. I was 11 years old and Danny was 9 years old. The lady promised that she wouldn't let me and Danny get separated." 

"Did you two ever get adopted?" I asked.

He shook his head, "Nobody wanted to adopt two little boys I guess. I spent 7 years in foster care and when I turned 18 I got out and I took Danny with me. I pretty much raised him." 

"I'm sorry that you went through all of that," I whispered. 

"Now it's your turn to tell your story." He said.

"Well, My dad was also a drug addict. I remember he would get high every night and he would hit my mom.  One night he beat her so bad she had to go to the hospital. She told the doctors she fell down the stairs though, and they believed her. But, my mother never left my father, he left us. He walked out on us when I was 7 years old. My mom worked three jobs to support me and her. While she went to work I would go to my grandpas house and just hangout with him until she got off work. He was the father figure in my life." 

"Is he still around?" Ricky asked.

I shook my head,"He got killed when I was 13 years old. We were at this gas station, I was in the little candy section and my grandfather was up in the front talking to the cashier. We were the only 3 people in the store," I began to cry. "I remember hearing that little 'ding' sound the door makes when you walk into the store, I remember I grabbed a little bag of M&M's and I was walking to the front of the store to meet my grandpa when I saw a man, he had his back turned to me, but I saw he had a gun in his hand.  I hurried and hit behind this little stand thingy I just remember closing my eyes, until I heard a loud gun shot, then this loud alarm went off. I stood from where I was hiding and I saw the man with the gun running out the door grandfather laying there on the floor. there was blood everywhere."

Ricky squeezed me tight, "I'm sorry," he whispered. 

After talking for a little bit longer we both fell asleep.  Until a knock at the door woke me up.

*Knock Knock*

Me and Ricky both sat up from the couch and I walked over and opened the door to see him standing right infront of me. 




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