Amy, a girl who hasn't had a good life, finally does something about it. She runs. The world turns inside out, and everything she knows vanishes, until she meets One Direction. Then everything changes. She goes through bad times and some good ones, but nothing lasts forever...


13. Ouch

*Amy's P.O.V.*

I lay on the floor at the bottom of the stairs with a crashed wheel chair beside me. Since Harry and I were the only ones home and he was taking a shower, my brain said, "Hey, this'll be so fun! Ah yulk yulk!" And Mr. Brain got many mental slaps. 

"HARRY!" I yelled. Soon I heard the water turn off along with some thumping, and a beautiful god walked down the stairs with only a towel to cover himself. His name was Zeus. And he looked strangely like Harry Styles.

"What happened?" He said, laughing.

"Umm... Well my brain said that it would be so fun to ride my wheel chair down the stairs, so I was like, Yeah! Vominos, let's go! And one thing leads to another..." I said. He was laughing uncontrollably now, and I leaned against his chest.

"Harry?" I said.


"Don't look down,".

"Why not?" 

"Because your towel fell down." I said, running up the stairs with my eyes closed, tripping on a few steps.

"Damn," I heard him say.

Damn it is, young warrior.

Damn it is.

*Creepy part over* *A few hours later said in the voice that does the spongebob ones*

Harry and I were cuddling on his bed when we heard the door open and close downstairs.

"He can make you moan, but I can make you scream." A familiar voice said.

"I dare you to try." An unfamiliar voice said.

I gave Harry a "What the fuck is going on?!" Look and he gave one back. A few minutes later we heard the people coming up the stairs. We both ran into Harry's closet and hid there. Liam and some girl came into Harry's room and started to, well, the only way to explain is make babies. I covered Harry's eyes and closed my eyes. When they were done they left and we heard the garage door open and shut. I looked out the window and saw Liam's car drive away. Damn.

"He fucked someone on my bed! He fucks people on MY bed?!" Harry said whilst putting his sheets and comforters into the wash.

"Messed up mofo." I said. I saw Harry's eyes grow wide as he dropped the sheets on the floor. What I saw was disturbing.

"OHMIGOD!" I screamed and threw the sheet into the rubbish bin. Fucked up.

"Oh my god," Harry said while I hugged him, "I'm sorry you had to see that."

"It's fine. Liam can be a man whore without me giving a fuck." I said. Harry laughed a bit and threw me over his shoulder. I didn't protest. 


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