Six Years In MSG

Domino left home at the age of 12 and hasn't looked back in eight years. She relies solely on her friend Ryder to give her food from his father's stand in New York City. The little girl learned to live on her own, taking shelter in an abandon closet in Maddison Square Garden, and as you can imagine living there has had its pluses and minuses. Domino has seen countless concerts from her secret rooms and hideouts throughout MSG without being seen, but what happens when a certain Harry Styles spots her when One Direction comes to play MSG? Can he get her to open up around her past? And what happens when Harry decides he wants to take care of her?
( A One Direction Fanfiction original idea from ShannonStyles)


1. An Average Day As Domino

Domino's P.O.V.

An average day as an 18 year old girl living on her own. I left when I was 12, and I never looked back.

Let me put it this way: if you were physically abused daily by your step parents would you stay just to eventually be another sob story on the news about a child left for dead?

No. Probably not. But most 12 year older are not smart or strong enough to be able to find a place to live and to keep themselves alive for as long as I have.

It wasn't easy. I have been through some of the crappiest jobs in the world and some of the scariest situations, because I do still live in New York City, and a teenage girl by herself is pretty much what every crazy person is looking for....

Without Ryder I would be nowhere. Who's Ryder? He's my best friend in the entire world and always has been, and his father also owns a grocery store right down the street from "home". Ryder's father tried multiple times to convince Ryder to bring me to their home since I left, but that ever familiar feeling of lack of trust in adults always crawled its way back in, making me say no.

I walked out of the H&M that I worked at and ran down the street to the corner where I always met him.

I had managed to make money over the years to pay for things such as laundry, toiletries, etc, and made enough that wardrobe became a big enough priority that I bought some really nice clothes.

I waited at the corner for a good half hours before I saw the familiar mop of straight, light brown hair and blue eyes in a black hoodie advance toward me.

" Hey Doe, fancy meeting you here," He said. 

I laughed as I always did at his greetings like this. That was one of the things I loved about him, he acted as if everything in my life was normal and I was just a normal teenage girl.

He handed over the green bag filled with some of my favorite foods and in return I tried to hand him the money, as I always did, but he refused, as he always did.

" Any chance I can convince you to come to dinner with my family and I tonight?" he asked.

We both laughed. He knew my answer. It was the same every week we did this.

" Im sorry Doe, how about dinner with just us two?"

I looked up at him, a little surprised by his request," Im sorry Ryder... I don't think that would be a good idea. I have to be back for good for the next couple days. There's another concert."

He nodded," Or... You could stay with me?"

His eyes looked so hopeful.... so caring... I couldn't turn that down... Could I?

" How about we hang at my place for a couple of days?" I knew it was a bad idea, but it was the only solution I had to avoiding meeting his family.

He smiled, shaking his head," The things I do for you Doe.... Alright, do I have time to go grab stuff or am I stuck with these jeans and this sweatshirt for... How many days?"

" Three I believe.... Maybe four but we could always go with the Plan B and sneak out."

" Alright I will meet you at the back gate?" 

" As usual," I said winking at him and turning on my heel to walk away. I had a lot to do within the next half hour.


Showered, clothed, food laid out, room cleaned and I was ready to get him outside my "home". He had never been here before to see my actual home, but he had seen it at the Maroon 5 concert he attended last year.

Ok. Now you must be really confused. let me explain were I live...

When I first started to plan my run away I came to the problem that I would have nowhere to go. With the exception of Ryder I had no friends and none of my step parents relatives were any nicer then my step parents. 

With this problem in mind I walked down to my old dance studio. I say old because I stopped talking classes a couple years ago as "punishment" for being such a bad daughter. On my way I passed Maddison Square Garden, on of the biggest concert halls in the USA. It had always been my dream to dance in there one day.... It still is today...

The word "big" stood out as I walked passed it. It occurred to me that MSG couldn't possibly have a security system that complicated when no one was playing there. 

I decided to circle around it, only to find the fence go completely around it... and it was a pretty high fence. Still, I climbed over it ( later causing me to dislocate my shoulder) and explored the insides of the gigantic concert hall.

In that moment I knew I could hide here. No one would ever expect someone to be hiding in a place as big and as "secure" as MSG so why not?! I looked for a basement, a furnace room, something I could live in, and then I found it.

in the very back of the old dressing room hallway there was an old closet with a several locks on it. The locks, however, weren't even attached to the door, just hanging there on a chain. I stepped inside and found the closet to be surprisingly the size of the old room I had back with my step parents, and today that it were I live.

Now concerts.... They are tricky because security IS heavy and ive almost been caught about 4 or 5 times. In the end I decided to stick with my room and the ceiling during concerts. OH thats another thing about MSG, the ceiling above the stage is a whole other floor for lights and sound, but they don't really use a whole two rooms of it. 

No one has ever spotted me from the stage, even though I would be in plain sight if they looked up. 

No one has ever seen me, and I planned to keep it that way...

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