Adopted by 1D

Drunk
Husky’s POV
I pulled myself onto my bed and cried. The guys all knew. They read my notebook. I felt cheated. Like all my secrets had been let out. I plugged my headphones in and played my favourite song over and over for an hour. I only just heard Louis call me down for dinner. I wiped away my tears and leapt off of the bed. I stretched and changed the way I moved so it looked like I had just woken up. I heaved open the door and headed downstairs. I wasn’t hungry, but I hadn’t eaten in quite a while. I knew if I didn’t eat it, Louis would force it down my throat while Liam held me down. I placed my hand against the rail and stumbled blindly down the stairs.
Downstairs I sat at the table and rubbed my eyes sleepily, hoping that no one would confront me about my suicidal thoughts. Dinner was silent. Harry wasn’t there. Zayn pretended that he was extremely interested in his food. Liam and Louis stared at me intently, as though afraid I would explode if they looked away. Niall was Niall, and scoffed his food. He smiled at me, his mouth filled with chicken, and then bowed his head and continued to demolish his food. I smiled slightly to myself. Nothing seemed to make him treat me any differently. I really appreciated that. I grew uncomfortable with Louis and Liam staring at me and I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. Liam noticed my feelings and looked down, but Louis continued to stare. I cleared my throat, which felt dry and sore.
‘Guys, I’m going to bed.’ Louis’ glazed eyes blinked several times. He nodded slowly. I pushed back my chair and stood up.
‘Don’t forget, you have school tomorrow.' I nodded, feeling quite down. Louis hadn’t really said anything to me all day. I hugged Niall, who gave me a food-filled kiss on the cheek, and then Liam, who hugged me back tightly. Zayn hugged me lightly, and I didn’t even glance at Louis before heading upstairs.
I collapsed onto my bed and cried. Maybe it was true. Louis hated me. I wouldn’t blame him if it was. I cried myself to sleep, hoping that I would never wake up.
Liam’s POV
I hugged Husky tightly and watched her hug Zayn. She lightly tapped her way up the stairs and I heard her door shut. I turned to Louis, finally letting my anger show.
‘You don’t have to be such a bastard to her! How do you think she’s feeling now?! She probably thinks you hate her!’ I growled, seething with rage. Louis gave me a surprised look, and then a guilty one.
‘I’m sorry.’
‘I'm not the one you should be apologising to.’
‘I know, but I really am sorry.’
‘You better be.’
We sat in an awkward silence, only broken by Niall chewing. He had started on Husky’s leftovers. Louis pushed away his dinner and walked into the lounge room. Zayn started to fall asleep on Niall’s shoulder.
Eventually we all herded into the lounge room and watched a few movies. After the third one, I heard the door slam shut. Harry came stumbling in, obviously drunk. Behind him strutted a tall blonde bimbo with boobs the size of a car. Okay, maybe I was exaggerating, but they were HUGE. Her looks made me dislike her more. Louis’ lip turned up at the sight of them. He hated when Harry was drunk. Harry collapsed onto the couch beside Niall, who scooted uncomfortably. The bimbo sat on Harry’s lap and started to kiss him. Louis stood up and made his way to his bedroom. Zayn and Niall caught his hint and followed, going to their own rooms. The bimbo fell asleep and tipped off of Harry, snoring loudly. I grimaced. I hated drunk people. Harry smirked at the girl and looked up at me.
‘I assume this is the girlfriend you talked about?’ I asked, wondering how sober Harry was when he asked her out. Harry shook his head.
‘No. I met her just tonight.’ I flinched. Harry was way too drunk. It made me want cry. His eyes were glazed and he smelled like extremely strong Smirnoff.
‘Where’s your girlfriend then?’
‘She dumped me. But I don’t care. She was a bitch.’ Harry sounded amused.
‘Why do you say that?’
‘She told me not to have any alcohol. But I did. I'm perfectly fine, but she still left.’
‘You’re not okay, Harry, you’re absolutely hammered. I see why she dumped you. You should go to bed. You’ll have a hangover in the morning, I hope you’re proud of yourself, you idiot.’
Harry glared at me. I looked at the bimbo. Harry smirked at me.
‘I bet you want to sleep with her. Well, you can’t. She’s mine!’ Harry snapped, almost growling. I stared at him and my jaw hit the ground.
‘Go to bed Harry.’ He sneered at me and left, making his way drunkenly up the stairs. The bimbo continued to snore loudly. I shook her awake and sent her out. She yelled at me calling me a rapist. I slammed the door shut and her screaming stopped. I heard her car drive away and I went to bed, unable to deal with anything more tonight.
Husky’s POV
I woke up and looked around my room. I checked the time. 2:58AM. I frowned. I was really thirsty, so I flipped over the side of my bed and made my way down the stairs, my phone held tightly in hand. I heard shuffling in the kitchen and walked in. Harry had his head in the fridge. I said a quiet hello and he shot up to face me. His eyes were bloodshot. I was suddenly hit with the overwhelming smell of alcohol. I mentally swore. I remember all my previous parents being drunk. That’s when all the worst things happen. Harry moved towards me and I stepped back a few paces.
‘Who are you?’ he asked, sounding angry. I giggled nervously.
‘Husky.’
‘Well then, ‘Husky’, get out of my house!’ My eyes widened. This wasn’t right.
‘GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT!’ he screamed, throwing a glass at my head. The glass shattered against the wall, missing me by a few inches. I felt a shard of glass hit my cheek. Blood dripped onto the floor. I don’t think my cut was too deep. I was too scared to stand my ground. Clutching my phone tightly, I ran out the front door. Harry slammed it shut and I heard the deadbolts lock. I started to cry. I couldn’t believe Harry would do something like that.
I ran through the streets aimlessly, trying to find an option. I face palmed. I pulled out my phone and dialled Liam’s number.
‘Hello?’ Liam asked, his voice sounding groggy.
‘Hi Liam, its Husky.’
‘What’s going on!?’
‘Um, Harry sorta threw me out and I ran, because, well, I don’t know. I was just wondering, could you pick me up? I am at the corner between Last Street and Powell Crescent.’
‘Sure. I'm on my way!’
I hung up and but the phone in the back pocket of my pyjama pants. I hugged myself, feeling miserable. Great. Now Louis and Harry hated me.
And it started to rain. Shit
Liam’s POV
I leapt out of bed and ran out of the door, sprinting as fast as I could downstairs. I stopped when I reached the bottom. Harry was sitting at the bench, slowly sipping a cup of water. In the doorway to the kitchen was a pile of broken glass.
‘Harry, what happened?’
‘Oh, there was some girl in our house. No need to worry, though. I threw her out.’ I gasped. Harry was worse than I had thought. I looked again at the pile of glass. I bent down and picked up a rather large shard. It had blood on it. There were also a few drops on the floor. I dropped the glass and sprinted out the door, desperate to find Husky. I started the car impatiently. I sped through the streets, stopping at the corner Husky had said. I saw her small figure shivering in the shadows. I leaned over and opened the passenger door. She jumped in. I saw her hair and clothes were wet from the rain that was bucketing down. Her teeth were chattering. I started the car and turned the heater on full blast, hoping that Husky would warm up. She didn’t face me, but she looked at me from the corner of her eye.
‘Thanks.’ I looked at her sadly.
‘What happened, princess?’
‘Harry got angry.’
‘Why?’ Husky frowned at the windscreen.
‘He was drunk, I think. He forgot who I was and threw me out.’
‘Why was there broken glass on the floor?’
‘He threw a glass at me, but it missed.’
‘Why was there blood, then?’ I saw the fright in her face.
‘The glass missed me, but when it smashed, the shards flew everywhere.’
‘Where did it hit you.’ I asked, turning the corner, no longer in a rush. Husky turned to face me. I saw a long cut on her cheek, and that half of her face was plastered with dry blood. I turned my eyes back to the road and I was filled with fury for Harry. How dare he do this to Husky. First Louis was a bastard to her, and now Harry gets drunk and hurts her. I hope he has a really big hangover. He deserves it.
Husky had a shower, claiming that she wouldn’t be able to sleep, and I woke up Louis. He looked annoyed when he realised that it was me shaking him.
‘What!?’ he snapped, sounding both groggy and frustrated. I glared it him, and he understood that I wouldn’t wake him up for no reason.
‘What’s wrong, Liam?’
‘You know how Harry was drunk?’
‘Yeah…..what happened?’
‘Husky met him getting a drink.’
‘Oh god no!’ Louis jumped from the bed and raced down the stairs. I followed him, wondering what he would do.
Downstairs, Harry was passed out on the couch, and Husky was cleaning up the glass on the floor. She was wearing this. Her cut was clean. I knew Louis would flip when he saw it. I helped Husky clean away the glass. I heard Louis trot into the room.
‘Where’s Husky…Oh, there she is!...WHAT HAPPENED!?’ Husky looked away, trying to hide her cut by pulling some hair over her face. She gave me a pleading look. I wasn’t going to lie to Louis, no matter what Husky wanted. I turned so that I was facing Louis.
‘I’ll tell you in a moment. Husky, I'm going to tell him, so you can do as you please.’ Husky glared at me and stood, leaving the room.
Louis roared in rage and kicked a chair. He was taking this a lot worse than expected. I pulled out my phone and checked the time. Husky had to leave for school in half an hour. Zayn was still asleep, but Niall was up and in the fridge. He was angry, but not as angry as Louis. Husky was packing her bag, and she looked pretty stressed.
Husky’s POV
I pulled my bag onto my back and followed Liam out the door. I wasn’t looking forward to today. School was always the worst on the first day.
Liam started the car and I pulled the seatbelt around myself. I threw my bag at my feet and shifted uncomfortably. I was glad that Liam didn’t notice.
We parked in the school lot and Liam leaned over, kissing my cheek.
‘Have a good day.’ I couldn’t answer, so I simply nodded.
I made my way through the crowded corridor. I didn’t look out of place, so it was easy to go unnoticed. I found a locker with the number 52 on it. I was told at the office that this was mine. I unlocked it and put my books and bag in it, trying to waste time by making it as neat as possible.
My first class was bearable. The guy behind me kept whispering horrible and dirty things in my ear. My hands clenched around the table and I tried to concentrate on what the teacher was saying, but her accent was too strong for me to understand anything she said. The bell rang and I collected my books, making my way to my next class.
The next class ran smoothly, and then came the moment I had dreaded. Break. I opened my locker and fumbled with my books, trying to procrastinate. I didn’t want to go to the cafeteria. I just wanted to go home. I felt a hand on my bum. I turned around, coming face to face with the guy who was annoying me in the first class. He smirked at me and pushed me against my locker. I noticed that the corridor was empty, except for his gang of friends. I looked around for help and saw two boys running towards us. One of them pushed the guy off of me.
‘Leave her alone, James, you fucking pervert.’
The guy, I guess his name was James, mumbled something unintelligible and stalked off, his gang following in close pursuit. I looked at the guys who had helped me. They smiled sweetly at me.
‘What’s your name?’ the black haired guy asked, a huge smile planted on his face. I rubbed the back of my neck.
‘Er, Husky.’ His smile grew wider. I didn’t think it was possible.
‘I’m Alex, and this is my trusty slave, Ashton,’ he said happily, gesturing to his friend who had pushed James off of me. I gave a small wave.
‘I have had a brilliant idea! Why don’t you hang out with us, Husky? I'm pretty sure you’re new here, and you’re not a bitch like all the other girls. Come on! Please?’ Alex gave me puppy dog eyes and I nodded slightly. Ashton grinned. I smiled at him. For some strange reason, he blushed. Alex gripped my hand and pulled me down the hall, not taking me to the cafeteria, but outside. Ashton led the way and he sat under a large willow tree. I sat next to him and Alex sat in front of us. We talked for ages.
The rest of the day was a blur. I don’t remember any of it, unless it involved Alex or Ashton. I only had one class with them, and that was Science. Which I suck at. I am starting to think they are actually my friends.

Notes

Husky's outfit:http://www.polyvore.com/untitled_302/set?id=118905566