Perfect

Chapter 1

Authors Note: This is a fanfic, nothing is real, its all made up. I do understand that depression is a real thing, and its not to be made fun of. I'm not making fun of it in any way, if you need help please contact me in anyway, or please call the suicide hotline. I love you guys, and I want you to stay healthy, and strong. Much love Kaitlyn.

"Mom, please stop drinking" I cried. "Shut up you bitch." She yelled as I felt a sharp pain across my face. I fell to the ground, and I cried harder. That was when all of my pain started. When I was 16 years old. We were a happy family, until my parents divorced. My older brother was away on the show the X Factor, it was his dream to become famous. But I wish he was here, helping me, keeping our drunk mother away from me...

6 years later

"Melonie Payne, get your ass down here now!!" I heard my mother yell. I ran downstairs and walked up to her. "Yes.." I mumbled. "I thought I told you to clean this house spotless!" She snapped. "I am, I'm cleaning the upstairs right now." I explained "Don't talk back to me!" she said through gritted teeth. "I... I'm sorry." I apologized and lowered my head. "Hurry up and clean this house, I'm going to the bar. If this house isn't cleaned by the time I get back, your going to have the biggest beating of your life." She explained. I nodded and she left. I grabbed the washcloth and stood there. Enough is enough. I set the wash cloth down and ran upstairs. I grabbed my brothers backpack and went to my room. I started packing cloths, a blanket, a pillow, toiletries, my electronics, my meds, and my razor. You see I kind of suffer from depression, and anxiety. My meds are anti-depressants, and anti-anxiety. I grabbed my phone and, my headphones. I walked downstairs and slipped my shoes on. But I remembered one thing...money. I ran back upstairs and into my parents room. I walked towards the closet, and opened the safe. I took at least 500 dollars...which was mine to begin with, until the devil stole it. I locked the safe back up and I finally left hell. I started walking down the street, and I kept walking. I started listening to my brothers music, while trying to figure out a plan. I mean where was I going to stay? I contemplated texting my brother Liam, but I decided not to. I mean he was on tour, probably doing a concert right about now. So I kept walking, but then there was honking behind me. I turned and saw the devil. I started running, but she was drunk driving so she almost hit me a couple times. I saw a house, that still had lights on, which I was thankful because it was late. It was almost 1 am, so I ran up to there door and started knocking, tears are streaming down my face, and a woman opens the door. "Can I help you?" She asked. "Please, help me, my mom, she's gonna kill me." I explained through tears, as I kept keeping an eye on my drunk mother. She kept yelling, I'm gonna kill you, get back here you bitch. She was almost to the house, but she was too drunk to walk. I turned back to the woman, and cried "Please help me." She nodded, and I walked in, she locked the door and called the cops. A guy walked in, assuming it was her husband, and he was holding a shotgun. I looked at him in shock. "Just in case." He said and the woman hugged me. We walked into the kitchen, and my mom started banging on the door. I started crying harder, and I heard sirens. But I can tell I was going to have a panic attack, so I placed my bag on the floor and got my anti-anxiety pills. I took one and placed it back in my bag. The woman was confused, "I suffer from anxiety, and panic attacks." I explained and she nodded. the knocking stopped and I heard a cops voice. The woman's husband set the shotgun down on the counter and opened the door. revealing two cops. I walked around the corner, bag in hand, tears running down my face. "Did you get her?" I asked quietly. "Yeah, she's in custody, may I ask what happened?" The older cop asked. "She's my mom, she's an alcoholic, and she abuses me, has been for 6 years." I explained. They all sighed, and the woman started crying. "What will happen to my mom?" I asked. "She's going to jail for a very long time." The younger cop explained. I nodded, and looked at the couple who helped me. "Thank you." I smiled and they nodded. Another cop walked up to the door and explained "Hey, there is a group of guys, and one of them is wondering why his mom is being arrested, What should I tell him?" He asked and my heart beat sped up. "Liam is here?" I asked and walked past the cops, to see Liam, and his bandmates. "Liam?" I yelled "Melonie?" He asked and I ran into his arms, and cried. "Melonie, what is going on, why is mom being arrested?" He asked, and set me down. I wiped my tears away and sighed. "You know when mom and dad divorced?" I asked, and he nodded. "Well that messed mom up, she became an alcoholic, and started taking her anger out on me." I explained. "I...I don't understand." He explained an looked at me. "Liam, she's been abusing me for 6 years." I said, and I regret it, because the pain on his face, it... killed me. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you. She said if I told anyone... she'd...she'd kill me" I explained through tears. Soon I was embraced in his arms. "Hey... hey its okay, its okay I promise." He said softly and we stood there, till a cop came up to us. "She wants to talk to you." He explained. I looked at him and nodded. Both Liam and I walked up to the car, and she was angry. "I'm gonna kill you, when I get out of here, your dead." she said through gritted teeth. Here comes the panic attack, and Liam noticed. "Okay that's enough" Liam said, and we walked away. We walked towards my backpack and I took another anxiety pill. "excuse me?" A cop said as he walked up to us. "Yes, sir?" Liam asked. "Just wanted to inform you, that, we have enough evidence, that you will not be needing to attend court, we can just send your mother straight to prison." He explained. Liam nodded, and we walked to Liam's car where his friends were standing. We walked up to him and he introduced me to them, I smiled, and we went home. We didn't talk much that car ride. But thankfully it was only three blocks. We got to the house and I went straight up to my room, and started unpacking. I was free, and yet I didn't feel free. Soon there was a knock at my door, it was Liam. "I made supper, if your hungry." He sad sadly. "I... already ate." I said, he nodded, and started to walk away. "Liam" I said and he turned around. "Do you want to talk?" I asked "Mel, its just, If you would've told me, I could've stopped it. You wouldn't have been in pain, you would've been happy. I never should've left for the X Factor." He explained and sat on my bed. "Liam stop." I snapped. He looked at me shocked. "This is not your fault. do you hear me?" I asked and he nodded. "Good, because I need you to be strong, for me...please?" I asked. He nodded and I gave him a hug. "I love you lil sis." He smiled and I smiled back. "I love you to big brother." He got up and went downstairs, I shut my door and finished un-packing. It got about to 3 am, and I decided to finally get to bed.

Next Morning

I woke up, and went downstairs. Today I just decided to wear, sweatpants and a sweatshirt. Nothing special, I went downstairs to grab some breakfast, meaning a protein shake and an apple. I walked into the kitchen and there was Harry making breakfast. "Morning." I smiled "Morning sleeping beauty." He smiled. "What are you making, smells delicious?" I asked "Pancakes." He answered. "Ooo, my favorite." I smiled and sat at the bar. "So, how you holding up?" He asked concerned. "Um.. you know just trying to forget the past." I sighed "Well the boys and I are really good at forgetting, that's why we're always late to shows, and interviews, so I'm sure we can help you with that, and also that's why we call Liam daddy direction, because he's the only one that doesn't forget."He smiled as he flipped a pancake. I smiled and let a small chuckle out. "Morning, you two." Liam said as he walked in. "Morning daddy direction." I smiled and he looked annoyed. "Harry why did you tell her." He pouted, and sat down beside me. I laughed and that made Liam instantly smile. Soon the rest of the boys ran downstairs and into the kitchen, "Food!" Niall yelled and hugged Harry. "Niall, shhhh its so early." Zayn snapped as he was rubbing his eyes. "Zayn how are you tired? Its noon?" Louis asked. He groaned and laid on the couch. I chuckled and Harry announced breakfast was ready. Niall grabbed a plate, and Harry stopped him. "Pretty girls first." He smiled and handed me a plate with pancakes and eggs on it. I blushed and thanked him. I walked to the table and took a seat. I started eating and it was literally the best food I have ever tasted. "Liam I'm sorry but I think Harry just took your place as best cook." I smiled and Liam glared at me, and then Harry. While Harry is smiling, like a little boy on Christmas. I chuckled, and finished my food. After everyone got there food, I went up for seconds, then thirds. I was so full, it's been a while since I've had a full meal. Everyone was staring at me. "What? Oh I'm sorry did you guys want more?" I asked, and started putting it back but Harry walked up to me stopped me. "I can make more, you don't have to be sorry for eating." He smiled and started making more. I smiled and sat down. All the boys were staring at me again, but they were smirking. "What?" I asked "Nothing." they all said, and continued eating. I was confused, but I shook it off. Finally, when we all got done eating, Liam and the boys, started watching a movie, and Harry was left cleaning up the mess. I got up and started washing dishes. "Oh you don't have to help me." Harry explained. "Actually yes, I do." I smiled, he sighed and we finished cleaning up the kitchen. When we were done we joined the boys on the couches. I sat by Liam, and Harry sat by Louis. I looked at him and he smiled at me. I smiled back and then started watching the movie. I laid my head on Liam's shoulder and he wrapped his arms around me, and pulled me closer. Half way through the movie, my eyelids started getting heavier, and heavier. Then I was out like a light.