Forgetting the past (1D)

Lauren Mathews' life is complicated - her dad was brutally murdered at the age of nine, her sister was kidnapped a year ago and her mum passed away from brain cancer. At the tender age of 15, Lauren never knew life could be so cruel. Until she was adopted by the five most famous boys in the World. Can One Direction make her see that her life wasn't destined for death and depression? But can there still be love? Life is unfair, happiness never lasts forever....


13. Chapter 11 - Lauren

After Harry rushed off, we were all frozen in our positions. My mouth was wide open and my eyes didn’t blink. I was possibly drooling too. What’s wrong with him? Did he not want me here?

“Well,” Louis said slowly, looking around at everyone. “That went…nicely?”

I pulled myself off the floor and wrapped a towel under my armpits, securing it in a tight knot. “I’m going to take a shower,” I said, walking gingerly inside, careful not to slip. I was still shaken by his outburst. Was this normal? Maybe there was something private going on and hadn’t told anyone. Maybe he was mental?

Shaking my head, I pulled myself up the stairs. Goodness, I was so unfit. As soon as I got inside my room, I grabbed a clean towel and flung myself in the bathroom, shutting the door behind me. I stripped off my clothes and let the warm water soothe my skin. Massaging the L’oreal strawberry shampoo all over my hair, I thought back to my life before my mum was diagnosed with cancer. Everything was fine, I guess, although she did struggle a little with money after my dad died.

I rinsed away the shampoo and lathered my body with ‘The Body Shop Strawberry Body wash’ then with body scrub as well. I hadn’t shopped at the Body Shop for ages because my mum couldn’t afford it and at my foster home we only had basic shampoo and shower gel from the Tesco brand, which was quite harsh on my skin. Now that I’m officially One Direction’s adopted daughter –or baby direction, as some people refer to as- I can buy whatever I want. But don’t judge me; I don’t take all this for granted. It’s not as if I immediately demanded an IPhone 5 and an Apple MacBook pro. Ok, maybe they did get it for me, but that’s it really. They give me an allowance, which is £500 a month that goes straight into my young savers account. Mind you, this is a massive amount so this is all tucked away for Uni. But I still buy the necessities - tooth brush, tooth paste, shower stuff, skin care, make-up and the occasional clothes and book.

Actually, they got a fashion designer to redesign my wardrobe and now it’s full of designer clothes, from jeans to dresses, from shorts to shirts.  But to be honest, I’ve specially requested them not to spoil me. I don’t want to take advantage of this and then lose it all. Besides, I don’t want to be a spoilt brat. Imagine all the hate I’d get, on top of the hate I already get now.

After I dried myself with a towel, I slipped on some denim shorts and a white vest while shoving my feet in my new white, fluffy slippers, which, trust me, are super comfy. I padded along the landing, wondering what to do since I didn’t have any homework to do. Ok, that’s a big fat lie. I have tons of coursework to do and especially since I am in Year Ten I have some mock and real GCSE’s soon. But to be honest, I can’t give a fly monkey’s about it. This new life is really getting to me, isn’t it?

I sighed and continued my journey along the landing. The house was quite large, but not a mansion. It had two spacious living rooms, an expansive kitchen which had an adjoining dining room and eight bedrooms with a connecting bathroom. The bedrooms were pretty much the same size – I had a double wardrobe, desk, dressing table, book shelf and a queen size bed, “Fit for a Queen” as Zayn had put it.

Because I couldn’t put my hunger off any longer, I decided to satisfy my protests from my stomach and plod downstairs to eat a snickers bar. I took small, slow bites to slow down the process of eating it, and to savour the taste more. I looked down at my thighs and sighed wistfully at Eleanor’s perfect body.

I shoved the remnants of the chocolate bar, unable to go any slower, and went back upstairs. I padded along the landing, not being bothered to do what I should do and get some coursework done.

 There were several rooms with the doors closed but one caught my eye. Its door was left slightly ajar and I could hear muffled sobs coming from there. Pressing my side to the wall, I squinted and peeked through the slit, trying to find who was crying. On the bed, was Harry, his back towards me and his head in his hands. I stood frozen to the floor, unwilling to move. Zillions of questions zoomed through my mind. Who made him cry? What had happened? Was it me? I had a feeling that I was the cause of his tears, but I couldn’t place my finger on why. Was it because I had moved in and become their adoptive daughter? But I’m sure Louis was the one who didn’t like me.

I couldn’t take it anymore. It reminded me too much of when my mother cried when she found out my dad was murdered, but more silent. I tiptoed back to my room and managed to sneak in just when Niall walked up the stairs. Curiosity got the better of me and I walked up to the room Niall had just entered, which, surprise surprise, was Harry’s.

“What’s happened?” Niall asked as I heard the creak of the bed indicate that he had sat down on it.

“Mmph,” he replied. I imagined Niall rubbing his back as he asked the next question.

“Come on, don’t be so stubborn.”

I heard Harry sigh. “It’s Lauren.”


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