Author's Note: I usually write dramione, but I came up with this plot and it didn't quite suit dramione as well as I wanted. So I made it One Direction.

I use real places in this story, but I just use the name and relative location on the map but the descriptions aren't accurate.

Also anything in italics are flashbacks and memories.

DISCLAIMER:

The characters Amelia Schaller and Rory are mine.

Harry Styles, Zayn Malik, Louis Tomlinson, Liam Payne and Niall Horan are members of One Direction and are not my property, or anything of that nature. I just use their names and appearances for story purposes, the characters in this story have nothing to do with the real life people.

I am not profiting what so ever from this so don't sue me. This applies to any and all chapters of Amelia

Now on with the story! Thanks for reading!

Amelia- Preface

It's been one whole year. One year of being in this place. This sick, mental place. I'm here every day, every night, under constant surveillance. They say they want to make me feel better. And I believe them, I really do. I want to get better. Today is the day that I do.

I never talk about why I am here. I never tell anyone who put me here. No one knows, except for four boys. Niall, Liam, Louis, Zayn. Those are their names, and they are practically my brothers. Only they know. There used to be a fifth boy, but we never talk about him. We never talk about him because he is the reason.

Niall comes to visit me the most. He's here practically every day, cheering me on with his charm, greeting me every day with his usual, "Amy my love, you better yet?!" Liam and Zayn come about twice a week, and Louis barely comes at all. It's not anything personal, I know. Louis is dealing with things on his own, like I was. The only reason why Louis isn't in this place with me is because Louis didn't attempt suicide, and self harm. A lot of people try to cut and end their lives, but mine was so bad Niall suggested for me to be put under constant surveillance. If it wasn't for him I'd be dead.

"Well there she is! Hello Miss Schaller, how are you today?" The therapist greets me as she enters the room. I had the same therapist for a whole year, and yet I never bothered to learn her name. Nothing is important to me anymore.

"Empty." I reply earnestly.

She smiles, having been expecting that answer. I say the same thing every day.

"I can help you be happy again, Amelia. But you have to tell me what it is that made you this way. It's the only way you can smile that beautiful smile Mr. Horan says you used to have." The therapist says, sitting on the couch next to the windowsill where I sat.

If I were in a better condition I would have smiled, but I didn't have anything left in me. I took a deep breath. When I woke up this morning I told myself today was the day. I told myself I would open up.

"Okay." I said simply, taking the therapist by complete surprise. She gaped at me for what I counted to be ten seconds. I grabbed hold of my heart shaped necklace, the only thing I was allowed to keep here, for support.

"Well then, please, uh…" The therapist made a hand motion signaling me to go on, still trying to recover from her shock. She obviously hadn't anticipated my reply.

"Where do I begin?" I asked honestly. I didn't know how these therapeutic things worked. What had happened to me was a whole scrambled mess in my head and I didn't know if I should say things in order, or as they came to mind.

"From the beginning." The therapist replied, regaining her composure.

"Okay."

And so I took a big breath, and began my story.