*Alison P.O.V.*
On my hands had long formed the traces of the nails, but despite the slight pain which I felt at the same time, I still had them clenched into fists. Embittered, angry and confused... just so I felt at that moment. I had no idea what I would do to scramble out of the trip to Ireland. I didin't like left here eveyrthing-school, friends.... and after all: my parents.
In Ireland, almost I didin't know anyone, except, of course, my other family. In the summer Niall still pulled me somewhere, and as he was gone- replaced him Greg. I versed, where everything is more or less, but still all- I didin't want to go there. And what's worse- live in there.
From my throat came out involuntary groan. I squeezed my eyes together, not allowing another tears flow. Quickly I picked up the vertical and brushed hands to returned it the blood circulation. I breathed a few time and fast, but decisive step came out of the bathroom.
I pulled out a suitcase under the bed and started to throw things, even don't stacking tchem. I didin't care that by the time I open it again, everything will wrinkle. I didin't care anything.
After several hours near the door landed all my stuff. I looked at the room that now seemed to me cold and austere. It is here that I spent almost all my life. I shook my head, sitting on the bed.
From inside the house came to me screams of the boys, their joyful laughter, until the sound of the TV. Or they find remotes, or parents told Niall, where they seek. And if we are already at my brother... you can see just how bothered by what I said. Even he didin't want to budge ass to explain all this. Dear, caring brother.
After a few minutes of sitting idle in the room, I decided that I had to do something. I won't be the last day in London, spend alone in the room.
Do I come to terma with the fact that I'm leaving? No. I preffered to pack myself, than would they then do the boys. And so has his way with this trip, no matter how resisted. The strenght put me on the plane, and then took to the house.
I grabbed the keys to my car and went to the balcony. Slowly I walked down the tree to the ground, then headed to the garage. I opened it and my eyes appeared black Mitsubishi Lance EVO VII. I got it from parents for my birthday. He stretched to 280 kilometers. I love it.
I turned off the alarm and got in behind the wheel. Immediately on my face broke into a smile. That feeling when you sit behind the wheel of such a gem, and you can do with it what you want, priceless.
Qucikly I fired the car and not paying attention to the fact that I can make a huge noise, shoved the gas pedal gently. The vehicle howled with joy, and I smiled even wider. I left the garage, deftly dodging guys cars and a moment later already raced highway, where much violated the speed limit.
Probably, you ask now whether I'm racing? No. Once, yes, but now it's not for me. I saw how others do it, I know when and where races are held, but still... I don't spinning. It is easy to get started, a lot harder to stop. You never don't really done with racing. First, if someone will need you, find you and force to take off, even if you lived in Alaska. Secondly... the adrenaline. You get used to it and you can't live without it. You have to get behind the wheel and race... or else you will finisz up.
I was driving in the direction of the abandoned track I know well. Few people knew about it and generally nobody was there. The speed, adrenalinę, sharp turns... That is what was needed at the moment.
Even from a distance I saw a well-known gate. Involuntarily I smiled when the wheels of the car entered the gravel. I stood right at the starting line and counted to three. One.. Two... Three.
With all the strenght shoved the gas pedal at the same time thrusting my body in the seat. The first corner mercilessly approaching fast. One of the efficient movement changed gear, thus changing the speed of the car. The vehicle can easily came in the corner, and after a while to leave for another straight line. A few metres straight drive.... and another turn.
I had no idea how many there were and how many wheels did. In the end, tired and totally de- stress pulled up to the only roofing- where once housted the most likely place for doping. I turned off the engine and got out of the car.
- Well, please...- I heard the voice behind me. Immediately I bristled. How did he get here?- What are you doing rather not like your brother.
Slowly I turned toward the boy. In the dark I couldn't see his face, only the glowing tip of a cigarette. Still, I knew very well who he is.
- Malik. What do you want?- I hissed, watching him intently. Mulatto smiled. Oh no. I'm screwed.
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*Zayn P.O.V.*
I stood next to the entrance Horan sister's house, smoking a cigarette. No one so much doesn't annoy me as she did. She behaves like a spoiled teenybopper, which in the ass has rules. She learned that her parents always draw her from everything and Niall help tchem. Well... now she recalculated. Great, that blonde takes her to Ireland. There, finally wise up.
With my lungs slowly got out of tobacco smoke. Nothing can calm the man as a decent cigarette.
The sudden roar brought me back to reality. Quickly I looked around for the source of the sound, but nothing within my sight could not make such noise. Slowly I headed for the garage. Our cars have become still as they left. My eyes caught for a different detail. Someone was walking in my direction.
Quickly I hid behind my car. After a moment, I smiled. Alison. This girl is seriously not right in the head.
She went to the garage door and opened it. She got into the black sports car and fired the engine, not caring that it can make a big noise. Quickly she walked past our cars and headed for the highway.
I jumped into my car and went for she. I can't let she to fled us again. Horan would kill me.
One thing I can admit her, she can drive the car and even at that speed.Overtook deftly more vehicles, squeezed in the smallest crevices and broke the rules. I shook my head in disbelief. Niall certainly don't know it. If he knew, he'd take her car. I know perfectly well what is his ratio for fast driving.
After a few minutes, Alison entered on a built- up area. I frowned. After all, here was located an old and abandoned track. I remember how I learned just for the ride. Unforgettable moments.
I stopped a few meters behind the girl, in a spot that she couldn't see me, but I had a perfect view of the entire track. She drove to the white line and... took off. I watched carefully as entering in next turn, as avoids holes and other obstacles on her way. Damn. She knew exactly what she was doing.
Finally, after an hour, when it got dark, she sidetracked and got out of the car. Sauntered walked up to her, lighting already the next cigarette. How I love that stuff!
Well, well, well- I murmured. I knew that she recognized me. She tensed up.- What are you doing rather not like your brother.
Slowly she turned to me and faced glare. Somewhere in there, deeper I saw even fear. I had no idea why she was afraid of me. I didin't do anything to her, I didin't hit her, not threatened, and she, after all every time, when I was next to her- fastened up. I always wondered. I won't say, in some situations it was damn useful. For example, when Niall and Alison quarrel and Horan is right where I come in. One word, and the girl is able to do everything. I don't use it. Until such biatch I'm not. Anyway, I have Perrie. What can anyone ask for me?
Sometimes I felt sorry for her. I suspect, why Alison is behaving this, and what she said before again locked herself in her room just confirmed my suspicions. She is missing her older borther. It hurt her that Niall don't admitted to her. All in all, I at their place, I would be furious.
- Malik.- she snapped at me.- What do you want?
On my face debuted winning smile. I've got you, baby.
- What do I want? Think.- I wondered, and after a while I found myself closer to Al.
I grabbed her wrist and squeezed it tightly.- I want this, you now politely got into my car and go home together. Your car takes Niall himself.- I snapped.I to swear blind that Niall already knows that his sister isn't home.
The blonde hissed softly in pain and yanked her hand, wanting to snatch it from my grasp. Unfortunately for her, she was too weak. Qucikly I took her to my car and opened her door.
- I'm not going Malik.- she said, again trying to break out. I sighed heavily and shoved her onto the seat. After a while I sat beside her, blocking the way the door. God knows what might her come to mind.
- Alison.- I said, firing the car.- Let's done these games. You want everyone to treat you like an adult, and behave worse than a child. Understand in the end, that's all does Niall, is just for your own good.- I have no idea whether this saying something will give. But I knew that if I didin't talk to her, then no one will speak to wits.- You need to understand. You have no idea how pissed off, when your father called him in the middle of the night and said that you arrested again. He's worried about you.
I glanced at her corner of my eye. She sat and stared at the glass in front of her. She pretended that she is not here. Seriously Evans? Maybe even close eyes, because when you can not see me, you there is no too, no?
- If he actually worried about me, he would be with me when it all started.- she said, staggering around him a miracle. I shook my head. I hope that Ireland would change anything in her bahavior.
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*Niall P.O.V.*
I nervously walked from corner to corner. In my head I still had words of Alison: " I know perfectly well that you have me somewhere deep...". Damn, it is not so! I was interested in her at all times. Even when One Direction have won so much popularity. I know how she, who she met, how she has the assessment, how she was doing, how she looks... I knew it all.
- Niall, calm down.- I heard and I looked at Liam.- Zayn is not there, so he had to see, that Alison slipping away and probably went for she. Soon they will return.
I shook my head. I hope that Li was right.
-What popped into her damned head?- I shouted, waving arms.- Already twice she escaped! Fuck! Is she even once can not sit quietly on her ass in her room and not implicated in some swamp?! Is the hell she doesn't understand that in the end no one won't help her and finished behind bars?!
Furious lost vase standing on the table. Shards of glass dug into my hand.
- Great, just great! First she escapes, and now fuck it!- I yelled.
- Niall, you have to dress this, go!- Louis stood in front of me and grabbed my good arm, leading to the kitchen. He pulled off the shelf first aid kit and bandage. After a few minutes on my hand already hosted white bandage.- Horan, everything will be fine. We know that in Ireland she won't be doing such stupid things. Your mom won't allow it.
He was right. Now only the mother could help us.
- THEY ARRIVED!- Harry's scream could be heard troughout the house. Qucikly run out of the kitchen and leaned against the door frame. A few seconds... and I stood eye to eye withmy sister.
- Alison.- I said.- Living room. Now.
The girl didin't even speak. She kicked off her shoes and dissappeared into the living room. After a while in the lobby appeared Zayn.
- Where was she?- I said, looking expectantly at friend.
- Ask her yourself.- he said, shrugging. - One of us has to go pick up her car. It is on the other end of town.
I shook my head in disablef. What she did again?
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