NIALL

The boys and I were walking around the nieghbourhood, when we hear yelling. We ignore the yelling but it keeps getting louder and louder.

JORDIE

I came home from school, with the final mark of the year. The teachers are telling me I'm lucky I'm even graduating. My final mark: F. Boy, my parents are going to kill me. They want me to meet up to their grades in high school. Straigh As, it's annoying how they think I can be perfect.

"How was your day, sweetie?" My mom asks, faking her polite attitude.

"Fine" I mumble.

"What did you get on your test" she asks through gritted teeth.

"F" I whisper.

"F? Are you KIDDING ME? AFTER ALL YOUR FATHER AND I HAVE DONE FOR YOU, YOU COME HOME WITH AND F?" She screetches.

"YOU GOT AN F?" My father yells at me, getting up in my face "I already told you what would happen if you came home with an F, do you remember?"

I shake me head no.

"No wonder your marks are so low, you can remember a thing. GET OUT! YOU'RE STUPID, WE CANNOT ALLOW STUPID IDIOTS IN THIS HOUSE!"

"You can't kick me out, I'm not graduated yet" I whisper.

"I can easily kick you out, like I can easily DO THIS!" My father whips his hand up and slaps it across my face, instantly pushing me to the floor.

One tear leaks out, I cannot cry, my parents hate it.

"DON'T CRY, GET OUT NOW!" My mother yells.

Once I'm up, my father picks me up and throws me outside.

HARRY

We keep walking around the neighbourhood, when we hear a door slam and a girl tumbling down a hill in Niall's direction.

"NIALL! WATCH OUT!" I yell at him.

Niall looks back at me confused, about to ask what I'm talking about, but the girl who was rolling down the hill from her house crashes into him.

"Sorry" she mumbles, rubbing her head.

"It's fine, why were you rolling down that hill? Aren't a little old for games like that?" Niall asks.

"Excuse me, I happen to roll down hills all the time" Louis sasses attitude towards Niall.

"For fun" she mumbles.

"Hey, what happened to your face?" I ask her, inspecting the bruise on her cheek.

"Probably from the rolling" she mumbles again.

I look into her eyes and notice they have tears welled up inside of them.

"Are you ok? What's really going on?" I ask her, placing my hands on your shoulders.

"I'm fine, nothing's wrong" she sqeaks out.

"Did y-your parents kick you out?" I ask her, bearly making the sentence.

She nods her head.

"Oh my god" Liam whispers "Boys, we should help her".

"What about management?" Zayn asks.

"Screw management, no person deserves to be treated this way" Liam shakes off the management idea.

"Are you feeling ok" I ask her, noticing the paleness in her face "Are you becoming light-headed?"

Before she could answer me, she passes out.

"Liam, call an-".

"Already on it" Liam says, dialling the number for an ambulance.