Guilty Pleasures

Alice 'Al' Clarkson is just a regular teenage girl, that is until her mum goes missing. Her dad finds out her mum has secret and leaves Al to fend for herself, that is until a (not so strange) stranger breaks down outside her house, and doesn't have the number for a garage. One knock, on one door and 2 people's lives change, for the better? Perhaps. But what happens when Al becomes best friends with Louis and Harry gets jealous. Will friendships stay friendships, when relationships get serious?


I picked up my hairdryer from my dressing table and walked downstairs, to where the big mirror is. I plugged it in and turned it on, about half of my hair was dry, and then there was a knock at the door. I switched the hairdryer off and skipped to open then door, I felt happy this morning, I don't know why, but I was buzzing. I opened my front door and was met with a mop of curls, green eyes, and and cheesy grin,
"Hello Miss, erm do you know of any garages nearby that I can call, my car has broken down?" he said politely.


2. Phone Call

“Al! Turn that racket off!” My dad shouted from the bottom of the stairs.

“It’s not a racket dad! It’s One Direction!” I shouted back although he’s said the same thing about the same song so many times and I’ve replied with the same answer every time, that he should know that I was going to say that before I even said it.

“Whatever it is, turn it off or down, I need to answer the phone!” I turned the music off and ran down the stairs, almost tripping over the rug in my rush to see who was on the phone. Every time he gets a phone call, I try and find out who’s calling because it could be my mum, or on the other (slightly more traumatising) hand , it could be the hospital. You see my mums works for the Army and 3 months ago she was sent out on her final tour, to go out on the front line in Afghanistan…


“Hello?” my dad said as he put his phone to his ear. “Yes this is him, can I ask who’s calling?” he questioned. “Oh, hello…okay…no I’m not sure” my dad’s voice got quieter and slower with every reply, “erm, thanks for letting me know…yes…okay…you’ll let me know if you hear anything more, won’t you?…thanks…bye” He hung up the phone and by the time he looked up at me, I could see the tears building up in his eyes. “Erm, Ally, that was your mum's boss.”
“Okay?” I asked him nervously.
“They say…they say…” A tear rolled down his cheek.
“They say what dad?” I questioned urgently.
“Your mum…she’s gone missing, they found her gun and her ammunition but not her.” He stopped talking. I took a second to think about it.
“So where is she?” I immediately regretted asking that question, as my dad began to weep.
“She’s…missing…in…action…” he said in between sniffs and sobs, “A car bomb went off near her camp and her, and two other soldiers have gone.”


“Hello?” my dad answered nervously. “Yes, this is him…well where!?…no, I won’t, where is my wife?!” he shouted anxiously.
“I understand that it’s not your responsibility to tell me, but you can’t just ring up, tell me you’ve found her and then not tell me where!…well can you pass me on to someone who will tell me where?…thanks”
He sat down on the sofa and looked at me, “Go back upstairs Al.” he shooed me out of the room, and closed the door. I ran up to my room and picked up my towel and headed to the bathroom, I turned the shower on and climbed into the now steam filled cubicle, I enjoyed my shower up until I heard a loud bang, that sounded like a door slamming shut. I quickly dried myself and ran out of the bathroom and downstairs to find a note in an envelope on the coffee table which read:

    I’ve found out where your mother has been for the last 3 months, turns out she was never in the army. The man I was talking to on the phone is her latest lover. She has been lying to us all this time, and she never loved us, I’m really sorry Ally, but I’m leaving for a while to get away from it all, I’ll be back before you know it. I’ve left my debit card in the envelope, use as much money as you need. There’s also £10,000 pounds in your savings account, you can now have access to that. The details for your account are also in the envelope with your own debit card. Please don’t worry about everything, it’ll all be sorted and I’ll see you soon. Love you lots Al,
        Love Dad xxx

How could he do this to me!?

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