It'll Never Be The End

Birthdays have never gone right for Piper jade. Every time something goes wrong. In the 18 years of her life never once has she been wished a happy birthday, blown out the candles or even opened a present. But on this birthday her life changes, set free into the world she bumps into a curly haired boy. What happens when that curly haire boy turns out to be harry styles? But can he help her? Will she let him into her world? No matter how fast she can run and how well she can hide, will her past catch up with? Because it will never be the end.

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4. That Wretched Band.

I stepped into there house. It was huge. "How famous did you say you were again?" They all chuckled. "oh my god, ive missed you so much P, you dont know how worried i was!" Nialls accent rang through my ears. "I can guess though" He let off a cute little laugh and pulled my into the kitchen. "This is the kitchen-" louis burst in shouting, with harry right begind him. "Harrryyy its myyy turn to be player 1 in fifa" niall hit him round the head, "Piper is the guest, she is player 1" Louis dramatically sank to the floor shouting "nnnnooooo" We all laughed. Niall took me on a tour round the house. They each had a bedroom. Apprantly there was another 2 boys in the band called Liam and Zayn. Zayn was out with his girlfriend called Perrie who is in a band called little mix. Niall said Liam was walking Loki his dog. I loved all there bedrooms. Nialls was green and black. It had a black bed, wardrobe, draws, tv and computer. His walls were white except one was green. He had signed footballers photos and other pictures stuck onto his wall. Harrys was the same but instead of a green wall it was orange. Louis had a red and black room, Liams was purple and black and zayns was also the same but with a Blue and black theme. each room had its personal touches, photos etc. We finally went into the games room. There was a giant tv. I gaped at the size of it, seeing my expression the boys lauged. Harry and louis had started playing Fifa and were concentrating hard on the game. Just then the door opened and a boy with short hair came in. He was wearing trainers and a tractsuit. Taking out his headphones he let a small, cute puppy of the lead. This must be liam. He walked over to us, "Hi, im Liam, nice to meet you" I smiled and nodded "Hi you to, im piper" The black and grey ish dog leaped up to me. "Loki down" commanded liam. I giggled, slightly nervous. I had never really been around animals, being stuck in the house and what not. "Sorry" cried liam "i am trying to train her" i smiled and liam walked out of the room, loki at his heels. Niall and i sat down on the sofa louis handed me the remote, smiling. I nervously took it from him. He was dangerously like My dead brother. The game started and i stared at the screen concentrating, determind to wind. I whooped all of them. they were really easy to beat. "Woah" said Harry "Niall shes a keeper" louis grinned, his comment made Nialls cheeks flush pink "Louuuu i dont like her like that, we are to close" louis huffed loudly, stropping. i looked over at harry who let out a small sigh. what was that about? "So piper how did you get so good?" ask louis. i shrugged. I was not telling him that i used to play my brother. Determind to beat him at something, hoping my parents would like me for it. But they didnt, they repelled me more, disgusted by the fact i beat my brother. saying it was wrong. This confused me, a no win situation. After a couple of games we heard laughter and headed out to the kitchen. We entered to see the backs of a blonde and a guy with black hair, Pointed up into a large quiff. "Piper this is Perrie and Zayn" They turned around and smiled. I looked at zayn and our faces turned to stone. It was Zayn, Zayn Malik. Was he in this wretched band too? This wasnt going well. First louis, then the dog and now Zayn. I loked back and forth from zayns face to nialls. Niall had a wide smile, clueless of the tension. I looked back at zayn. His face was expressionless. He had turned pale, in fear? I wasnt sure. I ran off, tears streaming yet again. Why did i always cry? more memories became unleashed, swirling around my head. This was too much, all to much. I ran into Nialls room, with no-where else to go. Locking the door behind me i sunk to the floor and sobbed. Everything that had been built up inside me, came back. Emotions from 18 years of torture. I ran into Nialls bathroom and scrambled around his stuff. Looking for a razor. I needed to cut, relieve the pain. I pulled up my sleeves, looking for a clean, empty place to cut. Nothing. I had cuts from my father, bruises and burns all over my arms. I lifted up my top, searching for space. Nothing. More cuts, scars, bruises, burns, deep cuts that wont heel. Finally i searched my legs. It was the same problem. I heard faint shouts from the boys. I screamed in frustration and threw the razor to the ground. I felt my knees buckle as i fell to the floor. Weeping softly. The last thing I heard was nialls irish accent calling my name as i fell into a sleep.

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