Life Of Allie (One Direction Fan Fiction)

You wear a shirt once and say it’s dirty. I only have one shirt. You complain of your closet being too full. I don’t have a closet. You complain of not having enough money. I have no money. You complain about being cold so you turn up the heat. I have no heat. You complain of your bedroom being too small. I have no bedroom. You complain about your mattress being uncomfortable. I have no mattress. You complain about your house being too small. I have no house. You complain about your family. I have no family. That is until I met a certain band known as One Direction, that is when my life changed forever.

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You wear a shirt once and say it’s dirty. I only have one shirt. You complain of your closet being too full. I don’t have a closet. You complain of not having enough money. I have no money. You complain about being cold so you turn up the heat. I have no heat. You complain of your bedroom being too small. I have no bedroom. You complain about your mattress being uncomfortable. I have no mattress. You complain about your house being too small. I have no house. You complain about your family. I have no family. 

My names Allie May, I am 15 years old and I live on the streets of California. Where are my parents you ask? My mom didn’t give a shit about me so she left me with my abusive father. I finally cracked one night after one of my father’s annual beatings and I took off and lived on the streets ever since. Which would be a few months now, I don’t have an exact amount cause I don’t even know what day it is. All I know now it is sometime in December and it’s below 30. As of right now I live in a box or sleep on a park bench with a blanket I found in a dumpster. Right now I’m walking around the streets and its night time, I’m looking for somewhere to sleep when I hear screams.

I looked over to my right and I see a huge crowd of girls screaming and crying. Weird. I just shake it off and continue walking till I bump into someone. 
“Sorry. I’m sorry!” I practically screamed covering my face thinking the person was going to hit me.
“It’s alright love, it was an accident.” I heard a deep British accent say with a chuckle. Wait British? I look up to see a man with dazzling green eyes and curly brown hair. “I’m Harry.” He said. 
“Allie.” I responded shaking his hand. He looked puzzled when he felt how cold and dirty my hands were. I looked down at our hands which we were still shaking, I swear I’m about to cry. He looks up and I quickly snatch my hand away and run past him towards the dumpsters in the alley. I looked back and saw girls surrounding him, phew. Close one, I don’t need anyone finding out or else they could send me back to my dad. 



The alley was cold, dark and dirty feeling. It smelled like a mixture of trash and beer. There was a pub right next to the alley and ratty apartments. I sat on the ground beside the dumpster and rested the side of my head on it and tried to fall asleep. I fell asleep finally and I dreamt that I was walking down the road with a big smile on my face and I walked past a bakery and the smell of fresh food filled my nose. I walked inside and headed toward the kitchen, I stood there for a minute until I heard my foot scuff against the ground. I quickly took off not wanting people to know I was there. I heard someone chasing me; I didn’t dare to look behind me. Terrified I ran faster and faster but they were still there. 
“Come here you little bitch!” I heard the person growl, wait. I know that voice my dad! I started crying hard not wanting him to catch me. I thought I was in the clear until someone pulled on my shirt and I fell to the ground. Then I woke up panting with fresh tears streaming down my face. I looked around realizing I was still in the alleyway, I curled myself up in a ball and hid beside the dumpster. I felt a cold breeze brush against my face like a knife. I shivered and tried to keep myself warm. Fail. I gave up and walked inside the pub trying to keep warm. 

I sat in the corner close to the bathrooms not trying to draw attention to myself. I finally started warming up, I still felt disgusting so I walked in the bathroom and washed my hands and face and instantly felt better. I wish I could just stay here and not have to go back outside. Eventually I was getting up to leave but as I walked towards the door someone grabbed me.

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