troubled and broken hearted, with a broken family that's mending. Can Alexa at the age of 17 take control of her life, deal with her brothers fame and be the girl that everyone wants her to be.
Her past is bad, but when love comes along can she take control and not ruin everything, can she stay strong and not hurt him. Who is he?
Many years of bad luck, does Alexa finally turn her life around?


6. Welcome boys.


Alexia's pov;

I opened the door wide, and smiled at the 3 boys standing on the door step. "Wow what happened to your hair?" Liam asked stepping closer and pulling me into a hug. I pulled away and flicked it over my shoulder. "You like?" I ask winking at him.

"Hey Alexia" Zayn mumbled hugging me and going past calling to Louis. Liam followed winking at me as he went past. My eyes fell to Niall. He smiled a little but then looked past me down the hall.

"Do I not get a hug?" I asked him. "of course Ali" he whispered stepping forward and pulling me into his arms. I felt myself tighten my arms around him and close my eyes as my head rested on his shoulder.

"Hey mate" Niall sprung away from me and Harry walked to my side and gave Niall a hug. "whats going on?" Harry asked leaning on the wall and looking at both of us. "Nothing" we both said defensively.

Our attention went to the kitchen where we heard loads of crashing. I sprinted to the kitchen door with Harry and Niall behind me. The cupboard was open and all the tins was on the floor and the shelf and Louis was staring into the cupboard, I yawned and stretched my arms. "I'm shattered night guys" I said quickly turning around and starting to walk away from them all.

"ALEXIA COME BACK HERE" Louis shouted. I stood still considering it. Then felt an arm grab my arm and pull me back. I turned around seeing Harry and as soon as he let me go, I smiled sweetly before slapping him hard across the face. "Don't ever grab me again okay" I hissed at him.

I turned my attention back to my brother. "What?" I snapped. "you should really clean up your mess before your parents get home" I told him walking over to the table and sitting down on it. "Ali" Liam whispered, I looked at him and laughed a little. "What is this and where did you get it from?" Louis snapped pulling out the bag from the back of the cupboard.

"Its drugs Lou" I told him smiling. "WHAT" Harry shouted walking over to the bag and looking in. 

Louis was getting angrier and angrier. "get her out my sight till I know what to do" Louis told Harry. He nodded and walked over to me.

"Don't touch me I'll go by myself".

I waved bye to everyone and made my way out of the kitchen and up the stairs to my room. Harry followed behind me staying quiet.

I opened my bedroom door and went to shut it quickly but Harry put his arm in the way forcing it open. He walked in and then closed the door.

"I know you don't like being like this Ali, I can see your not happy" He whispered staring at me and leaning on my bedroom door.  I shrugged and stared at my computer on the dresser. "This is me" was all I said in reply.

He walked across my room and sat down beside me putting his arm around me. "I don't believe that, this isn't the real you". His voice sounded like he was close to tears. I moved turning to look up at him and his eyes where watery. "I can't change Harry so don't try and make me" I tell him getting angry at the way he was trying to emotionally get to me.  I got up moving away from him and went to look out the window.

"Fine I won't try and change you, but I know this isn't you, every now and then I see the real you. The funny, beautiful and Kind you, like when you helped out the girl at the party"

I felt myself sigh as Harry stood up and stayed standing there quietly for a little while.

"before i go" He whispered, I turned to look at him but he started walking over to me smiling. When he got to me his hands found my hips and he pushed me back against the wall.

I went to protest but his lips crashed against mine and I found mine moving in sync with his. He pulled away and smiled at me. Before I could even think my hand had already crashed against his cheek. Yet again I had slapped him.

His hand covered his cheek and he looked shocked. "okay..I guess you didn't want that to, either that or you just like slapping me" He whispered with hurt in his voice. 

He started walking out my room and closed the door.

"Harry" I called. Cursing under my breathe as I heard him walking down the stairs.

I walked over to my bed and curled up on it closing my eyes and drifting of to sleep. 


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