Even One direction's biggest fan, Skylar, have issues with her life. She gets bullied, her mom are alcoholic, her dad is in jail, she cuts herself every night, she's so close to suicide. And she promised herself that after the 1D concert, she was going to kill herself. Before the concert she meets Niall Horan, she tries to take pictures with him but her phone won't work. But what happens when Niall finds out about her life? Will he help her? Will she commit suicide? Read to find out!


5. Diary.

Skylar's P.O.V

I was just going around in the street, didn't want to bother Niall actually. I walked away from him.

Suddenly I saw a familiar car. It was black and huge. Oh no... It was Daniel's car. I started to run but I knew it was no point.

The car stopped in front of me and Daniel opened the door dragging me inside. He was alone, he threw me to the backseat and locked the doors.

"Let me out!" I shouted as a laugh came out of his mouth.

"I will. When I'm finished with you." He spoke not even looking at me.

He parked the car in what looked like an empty parkinglot.

"Why are we here?" I said scared that we were all alone.

"It's no people here.." He claimed taking off his seat belt and crawled to the back seat.

I backed until i was against the door. I tried to open it but it was locked. When I was about to unlock it Daniel grabbed my wrist. It hurted like hell 'cause of the cuts.

He knew I cut myself so he just laughed. He let go of my wrist as he clenched his jaw, "You're going to do whatever I tell you to. If you refuse, I won't hesitate killing you."

I nodded as a tear streamed down my face.

"Take off your clothes." He commanded already taking off his shirt.

I slowly took off my shorts and tights and then my jacket and shirt.

"It only gets more and more of those." He smirked pointing at my cuts on my stomach and legs.

Was this suposed to be funny? That I cut myself were he and his friends is one of the reasons? Asshole.

He grabbed the bottom of my legs and dragged me towards him until I layed on my back. Then he leaned on top of me kissing my neck.

He went inside me and kissed my lips. He went in and out as I moaned. 

Niall's P.O.V

I couldn't concentrate on the meeting. Everything that was on my mind was Skylar. When the meeting was finished I walked up to the hotelroom the boys and I shared.

I sat down on the couch rubbing my neck, Zayn sat down next to me as the boys sat down on the floor in front of me, "What's wrong Niall?" Zayn asked patting my back.

I looked up at him, "Nothing." I smiled as they all rolled their eyes.

"Does it have anything to do with that girl you posted a picture with on twitter?" Louis smirked bumping into Liam's shoulder as they giggled.

I sighed, they didn't know her at all. Neither do I but at least I know her better than them.

"It's nothing." I repeated as I stood up about to walk into the bedroom.

But Harry just pushed me back on the couch, "Niall, you can tell us anything." Harry spoke.

"I know but.." I hesitated, "Not this." I sighed.

"You like this girl?" Liam asked as I shook my head no.

"Then what's the problem?" Zayn asked as I stood up again.

"I can't tell!" I almost shouted and walked into the bedroom.

I layed down on the bed and brought my hands up to my face. I really wanted to tell them, but I can't. I have to find Skylar again.

I needed to get out. I walked out of the bedroom, the boys were sitting on the couch. They heads snapped in my direction as I put on my shoes and hoodie and walked outside.

I didn't tell them where I was going. I took the backdoor to the hotel so the fans couldn't find me. 

I sneaked all the way to the little room Skylar hided me in. I moved the boxes and crawled inside. I was going to wait until Skylar came. Unless the person in the car kidnapped her. I moved the boxes back as I sat down on the matress.

I sat there for like ten minutes, I was getting bored. I looked around and saw a little box in another corner.

I reached out my hand grabbing the box bringing it on top of my lap. I opened it. It was alot of blades, and a book.. It looked like a diary.

I forced myself not to open it. I knew it was wrong if I did. I closed the box again and placed it right in front of me sitting straight up.

I sighed as my eyes didn't move away from the box. But it was like the diary was asking me to read it. I opened the box again bringing up the diary in front of my face. Should I really read it?

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