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Niall

'y/n, they can't treat you like this.' He cried, he'd just come knocking on your door when he heard distressed screaming coming from inside, he swung open the door only to discover your parents were hitting you with a belt, mainly you're dad, he was yelling curse words in your face as you stood there in only your underwear, you tried desperately to get away but couldn't, blood trickled down you legs in massive quantities but you were now in the car, safe and sound.

'I was going to tell you Niall I swear, I was just, scared I guess, I didn't know what to do.' You cried.

'Hey, I know you were but I'm always here.' He assured you rubbing his hand up your thigh as you reached his house. He opened the car door and helped you out, you were shaking with fright and pain but Niall picked you up and sat you down on the kitchen side before getting the first aid box, when he was finished with cleaning the wounds he carried your tired body into the living room, he was just about to stand up and out a movie on when he realised you were asleep, he leant over you and pulled on a blanket, you were absolutely freezing and so pale, Niall was really concerned about you so he didn't leave your side until you were a lot better.

Zayn

Yet another day of being at home with your drunken father, he was outside your bedroom hurling threats and abuse at you through the closed door, you'd barricaded yourself inside using your own bed and were sitting in the corner watching cautiously as the door moved more and more with every kick.

You'd run up the stairs in such a frantic state you hadn't had time to grab your phone and there was no way of you getting in contact with Zayn, then you had a brain surge, you looked at the window, all your dad had to do was kick the door twice more and it would open, you didn't have any time to push the bed further back so you threw open the bedroom window, you were about to climb out when you saw Zayns car parked in the driveway, he got out of his car and slammed the door.

'Zayn!' You yelled in distress, he looked up at you with a smile and waved but when he realised you weren't smiling back he ran inside just as your dad pulled you away from the window and onto the floor, his belt in his hand you knew exactly what he was going to do, he managed to hit you three times before Zayn ran into the room and tackled him to the ground. He threw his phone at you as you shakily called 999, a police officer was over in less than five minutes, as he dragged your dad outside into the car Zayn hugged you, pulled you onto his lap and held you, he went with you to the hospital and was really patient and understanding when you told him you didn't tell him so you wouldn't upset him.

Harry

Harry had called you down from upstairs one morning, a scared look on his face as he pulled you into the living room.

'Stand there.' He told you as he sat down on the sofa in front of you..

'Show me your stomach.' He commanded, you shook your head immediately knowing that he'd found out about your parents.

'Please y/n, I want to see.' He said, sitting forward on the sofa, his eyes were welling up.

'Only if you tell me how you know.' You stated gently, he nodded his eyes full of understanding.

'Your brother told me.' He sighed and you returned his sigh, lifting up your shirt shakily his eyes widened even more.

'They do this to you every day?' He asked, you nodded regrettably.

'That's why I always ask you to leave about now.' You told him, the door opened and you whimpered knowing that your brother wasn't home.

'Shh.' Harry told you, your parents entered the living room.

'Hi y/n, have a good day?' Your dad asked you evilly ignoring the fact that Harry was there, Harry stood in front of you.

'I know what you do to her, do you want me to call the police now or later?' Harry asked, his voice was deep and full of anger you felt safe.

Your parents stood in stunned silence giving Harry enough time to take you out of there.

Liam

He was sitting on the sofa with you, your headphones plugged into your ears while you read a magazine.

'Y/N?' He asked suddenly patting your leg, you looked up at him and took out your headphones, he was looking at the tv tears rolling down your face.

'They're your parents.' He stated as you sighed at him.

'Yeah.' You whispered.

'I'm sorry.' You continued not looking him in the eye.

'For what?' He asked moving closer to you and kissing your neck gently.

'Let me see?' He pleaded his tears tickling your face.

You showed him your legs where the worst of your cuts and bruises were and he gasped loudly.

'Why is it on the news?' He asked wrapping his arm around you kissing your neck again and again.

'He tried to kill me so I called the police, they ran and I guess they haven't been found yet.' You told him putting the magazine down.

'So that's why you asked me to move in not long ago?' He asked pulling away and pulling you onto his lap, he began to play with your hair and you nodded sheepishly.

He shook his head and kissed the back of your neck.

'They'll get what they deserve baby, I promise.'

Louis

You were in the kitchen pinned into a wall by your dad, you tried to move but his hand wrapped around your throat, the cold blade of a knife, yes a knife was pressed into your stomach, it began to draw blood.

'Dad' you choked but he kneed you in the stomach and when you doubled over you were slammed into the wall, your dad grabbed a fist full of your hair and pushed the knife into your throat.

You heard the door open and a voice rang out.

'Y/n?' It was Louis.

'Louis.' You choked.

'Go home!' You shouted but he made his way to the kitchen where he heard you yell from.

'Y/N?' He stuttered.

'Get the fuck off her.' He shouted at your dad.

'No, Louis don't.' You begged him knowing that your dads brother was waiting round the corner, your dad punched you in the face causing you to fall, he dived on top of you, Louis tried to intervene but in turn was slammed into a wall.

'So that's your pretty boyfriend.' Your dad growled pushing the blade of the knife slightly into your leg, you screamed.

'No don't!' Louis yelled but your uncle punched him over and over, Louis did his best to defend himself but it wasn't going well after all your uncle had a rather large knife.

The two men left once they thought you were dead and Louis crawled towards you a weak smile on his face.

'I love you more than you'll ever understand.' He said laying next to you and calling the police.