I Wish

Kirsty Evans is your regular 16 year old girl - she loves music, especially the boyband One Direction. In fact, her dream is just to meet them for one day.
She has just finished her GCSEs and is now recording her own homemade CD of her singing songs she has written. She hides her talent from everyone - even her dad who is a manager for some of the biggest musicians in the music industry.
One day, when she is least expecting it, she walks into her house after a day out in town with her friend to find the biggest surprise ever sitting on her sofa.

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10. Finding Kirsty

Louis' POV

The boys and I walked into the hotel, taking the lift up to the top floor and thoroughly searching each and every one of the bedrooms, looking for Kirsty. It has now been 2 hours since Zayn last saw her, and to our surprise she wasn't anywhere in the hotel building. We can't have lost her - she's like a little sister to us and we would all do anything for her, even if it required us to put our own lives in danger.

Harry and I rushed down the stairs as fast as we could and crashed the front doors open. We were looking around for Kirsty walking back here and searched round the corners as well. Then, a speedy police cruiser pulled up in front of the hotel grounds with Kirsty inside, crying her eyes out. She quickly thanked the driver and stumbled out if the cruiser.

'Harry, Louis!' She screamed and tightly hugged us both.

'Hey, hey, hey. Don't cry, your safe now,' Harry cooed over her, stroking her hair. 'What happened, love?'

'Can... We... Talk.... Inside,' she stuttered and Harry and I guided her through the lobby and into the lift. When we reached the top floor, Harry took her into her bedroom and she wasn't seen for the rest of the night.

 

Harry's POV 

I sat down on the bed and cradled Kirsty in my lap. She was still balling her eyes out, but I managed to sooth her by stroking her hair.

'Now, tell me what happened,' I told her and she rested her head on my chest.

'Well... I had a boyfriend last year called Dylan. I was 15 and he was 16. We got so close that I asked him to move in with us because his family was very dysfunctional. Anyway, this was round about the time when my dad was always working and hardly ever came home before 8 in the evening,' she took a deep breath, clearly struggling to talk about this. 'Well, he started to want to know where I was, who I was texting and he never let me see my friends outside of school. Then one day, dad didn't come home until 12 midnight, he said he wanted to... you know... have sex with me but I said no because I wasn't ready. He kept on pressuring me, to the point where I tried to run away. Anyway, he caught me and put a knife to my throat, saying to come upstairs with him or he would slit my throat. Then he chained me to the bed and r-raped me,' Kirsty burst into tears again.

'Oh Kirsty, is that who took you tonight?' I asked and she nodded, sniffing' 'So why did you leave the party early?'

'I-I don't want t-to talk about it,' she said and rolled off of me. She fell asleep within 1 minute and I snuggled in with her. Before I went to sleep, I checked my twitter and there were lots of photos of Kirsty leaving the party venue with tears steaming down her face.

I am determined to find out why she left crying, and who the hell did this to her. 

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