The Runaway Angels

This story is about these twins, Taylor, and Lily. There dad is an abuser, and they are fed up with him. They've never been in Downtown London or on the other side in five years. Melz1227, and I, Lauryn801 are very proud of this story, and we hope you like it!


13. Lily's POV

After I had gotten back from Louis room, I sat on the bed. Didn't crawl back in or anything. Just sat there. Liam came a sat down next to me. He put his arm around me, and pulled me close. 
         "What wrong?" He asked.
         "The real..." I responded.
         "It'll be okay." 
         Liam leaned over, and kissed my forehead. He got up, and went to his side of the bed. I laid down next to him. Liam put his arm around me, and I fell into a deep sleep. 
         I woke up to the birds chirping, right outside the window. I rubbed my eye's, and adjusted to the room. I started to freak out that dad would come, and hurt me again. Then I hit an arm. I jumped, and realised that it was just Liam's arm. He woke up moments later. I started smelling, and smelled food. I climbed out of bed, and Liam came behind me. 
         "Good morning beautiful," he whispered into my ear. 
         "Good morning," I responded.
         I turned my head, and Liam's face was right there. We quickly kissed, and I opened the door. The bacon, and pancake smell traveled down the hallway. I haven't smelled that wonderful smell in five years. We walked down the hallway, and I saw Taylor sitting on one if the stools. 
         "I love that smell," I said, as I approached the kitchen. 
         "Pancakes are done!" Louis yelled seconds later. 
         Taylor and I grabbed a seat, like a bolt of lightning. Liam sat down next to me, and Louis sat down next to her. Taylor and I grabbed three pancakes, and poured syrup all over them. Liam and Louis looked at us like we were crazy. Taylor and I shrugged shoulders.
         "Looks like you guys haven't eaten pancakes for years," Louis said after a few minutes.
         "All we've had was a small piece of bread for five years," Taylor responded.
         Liam and Louis jaws dropped, like a mile.
"Wow! No wonder you're so skinny," Liam said. "Eat as much food as you want. This is now your home."
I smiled at Liam, and started to chow down in my pancakes. I was eating like the whole plate with Taylor. The other boys came out of the bedrooms they stayed in, and sat down. I got up, and rinsed my dishes, and just laid them in the sink. 
“So, what do you want to do today?” Liam asked.
“Well...there’s a carnival down the street, we could go to,” Harry chimed in. 
    We all got up from the table, and Niall headed for the kitchen. He was in search of some food. Liam walked me back to his room. I unzipped my duffle bag, and grabbed my chest length shirt, and a light blue tank top. Then I grabbed my light wash jeans, that had a few rips in them. I walked into the bathroom, and quickly changed. 
Everyone was waiting in the livingroom for us, while I changed. Zayn grabbed everyone’s jacket’s, and handed them to us. He handed Taylor and I our jackets. We held them, and didn't put them on. Liam came over, and gently took the jacket. He went behind me, and put it on for me. It smelled like Liam. 
“Everyone ready?” Niall yelled. 
Everyone nodded, and we headed out the front door.


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