This is the one that has a bit of abuse in it...but reading it's a bit important so you understand why Alice hate's her mother...R&R?

~Friends are family. Don't loose what you already have, because then you'll never get it back.
*Quote from...me! :D haha, I just made it up ;D

Alice POV:
On da bus with 1D, finding a new hotel! :D

I giggled while Harry tickled my sides. He had me pinned down on the bus' couch, me on the bottom, as I tried to squirm out from underneath him.
"H-Harry, stop!" I managed to get out before going back into another fit of giggles. I was sure my face was bright red.
"Nope!" he said, popping the 'p' sound at the end.
"Harry!"
"Yeah?"
"Stop ticking me!"
"Hmmm...I don't know...what do I get out of it?" Harry said, one eyebrow raised playfully.

I bit my lip, pretending to think. "I don't know...a penny?"
Harry snorted, resting his forehead against mine. "What if I want something else?" he pouted, his eyes getting wide and a little watery.
I shrugged, not phased by his puppy-eyes. I've seen those before. "What will it take to get you to let me go?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

Before Harry could answer me though, Louis shouted from two seats in front of us, "OI! Stop flirting back there!"
Harry smirked, but let me up anyway. "I'm gonna get you when they're not looking," he said, winking.
"I HEARD THAT!" Louis shouted, turning around and smiling. "I got my eyes on you Styles. You too Alice."
I stuck my tongue out childishly, and watched Louis do the same before turning back around to the front of the bus.

Giggling, I turned my face so it was buried into Harry's chest. Before I knew it though, I was asleep.

Dream flashback...

I looked around the deserted kitchen, trying to find my mother. She wasn't anywhere around the house; this was NOT good.
Here's a little something to fill you in about me. I'm six. My name is Alice Williams. It's the second of March, the year 2000. Mommy doesn't want me.
It all started when Daddy died in a huge white room last year. Mommy said he had something called can-cer. Hearty can-cer.
Mommy left to get herself some nasty-smelling brown stuff. It was very hot, she said. She said she'll be back in a jiffy. What ever that meant.
It felt like it took her for-ever to get back! But before she could, a big screen next to Daddy's head started making a loud beeping noise, like this: Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep! Only it didn't stop.
Two big men rushed in. They had big white coats.
They rushed to Daddy and started to do stuff to him that I couldn't see. I'm small. I can't see higher than half-a-foot above my head.

The men in the big white coats had a weird look in their eyes. Mommy told me it was deter-mina-tion, when she came in.
Her coffee was all over the white-room's floor. Some even got on my brand-new dress Daddy bought for me!
I put my hands on my hips. "Mommy, you got yucky-smelling brown stuff on my dress!" I said, tugging on her sleeve.
"Alice, shut up!"

My eyes widened. I knew what those words meant; mean kids at my school tell me to do that all the time.
I went to a chair in the corner of the white-room and started to cry. Mommy never said bad-words to me. EVER.
After forever passed again, one man in a white coat came over to me. "Alice Williams?" he said, his voice soft. He lifted my chin, so he could talk to me.
"What?" I muttered, still mad at Mommy.
"Your daddy has died."
"Died...as in he is dead?"
"I wish I could say he's not dead, but he isn't breathing, and he has no heart-beat."
"What's a heart-beat?"
The man grabbed my hand and put it over my heart. "Feel that? That's a heart-beat. You can't have one if you're dead. And your Daddy doesn't have a heart-beat Alice."

I cried and cried and cried until Mommy grabbed me and brought me to the car. On the way there, she scolded me, telling me how much I disappointed her, letting Daddy die and not get the doc-tors when the beeping started.
I started screaming as she buckled me into my car-seat. And that's when she did it. Her hand flashed, and there was a stinging sensation on my cheek.
Mommy slapped me for the first time.

But she never stopped after that. Every time she got mad, Mommy slapped me, or hit me. Once she kicked my shins and gave me a huge bruise there.
Once she even broke my arm, then lied to the doc-tor how it got broken.

Mommy hated me. Why? Cuz I didn't save Daddy. He died because I didn't get the men in white coats.

I looked around the kitchen some more. "M-mommy?" I stuttered, my eyes wide with fear.
When I didn't find anything, I went to go look up stairs. When I got right outside her door, and when I was about to open the door, Mommy appeared.
Her breath smelled funny. There was a large glassy bottle in her hand. "Alice," she said with fake sweetness. "Where's my breakfast?"
"I-I didn't make it yet Mommy. C-cuz I didn't know what you wanted," I said, gulping. She was drunk, I could tell by the empty glass bottle in her hands.
"I told you last night I wanted bacon and eggs Alice."
I racked my brain for anything related to that. Before I could respond though, there was a shattering noise, and Mommy's face faded. She broke the glass bottle on me.
A/N - sorry if that was a little too much for anyone! It should be the only thing that gets into detail like that!

I opened my eyes. It was dark outside, and we were still driving. Harry and the boys were talking quietly, unaware that I was awake.
I shifted, and Harry looked down at me. "Sorry if we woke you," he murmured, showering my face with kisses.
"Did someone break something? Glass?" I said, still a little groggily.
"No...Why?" Zayn said, looking up from his phone.

I frowned. If nobody broke any glass, then why had I heard it? If I remembered correctly, when Kimbra broke the glass bottle on me, I blacked out immediately. I didn't hear anything.

Harry kissed just below my ear and whispered, "What's bothering you? What did you dream about?"
I sighed, then said, "Guys, I have to tell you something."
"Is it a long something?" Niall said, obviously trying to soften the mood.
"Yeah...a VERY long something," I said, looking strait into his blue eyes.
"Be right back." With that, Niall left, coming back a few minutes later with a bag of Skittles.
"I'm back! So what's this very long something?"

I thought about how to start. Then, I decided just to start with my father's death.
"So you guys know how I hate my mother, right? Well, I hate her because she abused me. When my dad died from heart cancer, Kimbra lost it. She smacked me, kicked me, punched me, you name it, she did it. When I went to school, nobody wanted to be my friend, since I always had some kind of bruise or cut on my skin.
"At one point, she must've gotten tired of physical abuse and started in on the verbal abuse. She told me I was stupid and hideous, that nobody want ed to be my friend because of how my choices were always idiotic. She told me day after day she hated me; she wished I was never born.
"So, three weeks ago, I ran away. I was tired of getting kicked around like a rag doll. I was tired of the insults; living on the streets would be better then this. I waited until midnight, when Kimbra left to go to some random club, before I snuck out. I had everything I needed to survive for at least a month; but then some bears found my food.
"So, I wandered around Austin, repeatedly running away from the local PD. On the 22nd, when I found the bus, it changed my life, cuz now I have a family," I finished, wiping some tears from my eyes.

The boys looked at me dumb-founded, and Niall had set down his Skittles. Slowly, one after the other, they all started to hug me. Once they all got back to their original spots, Niall said, "Alice, you have one big family now."

I was shocked. They'd all accepted me as family. This was going to be my new start. I was having a second chance.

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I tried not to fall asleep again. I mean, I really tried. But I just couldn't help it.
Bad news: I fell asleep.
Good news: I didn't have any dreams.

I was smiling when we finally found a hotel, about an hour away from the other one. It was closer to where they boys were going to do their signing, which was good.
The bad news about the hotel: We all got separated. Liam and Niall were a floor above me and Harry, and Zayn was in the room next to Liam and Niall. Louis was in the room next to me and Harry; he got one all to himself.
Oh, the joy of walking around the hotel. The joy.

As soon as Harry and I got into our room, I ran to the beds and checked the sheet to make sure they were clean. Sure enough, they were pearly white.
I flopped down on one of them and took off my shoes. Curling up on my side, I pulled the blanket over my body.
"Hey, no room for me?"
I turned around. Harry was waiting for me to scoot over so he could sleep next to me. I scooted over a foot, then waited for him to get in. I didn't mind sleeping in the same bed as him; first off, I was head over heels in love with Harry, and second off, when he was holding me, I had no nightmares.
I held my arms out for Harry, pushing my bottom lip out in a pout. "Harry..."
He chuckled, then took off his shoes, shirt and pants, leaving him in only boxers again. Finally, he crawled in next to me and wrapped his arms around me.
"Love you," I whispered.
"Love you more," Harry murmured back, kissing the skin just below my ear.

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When I woke up, Harry was lying on the floor, the blanket wrapped around him. Huh...no wonder I was so damn cold...
I moaned, then got out of the bed and tugged the blanket off Harry. "Harry! I want some warmth too!" I said, trying to get him to let it go.
"Nooo..." he grumbled, tightening his grip.
"Harry!"
"Nooo..."
"Harry, if you don't give me the blanket, I swear, I will not kiss you for a week."

That seemed to catch his attention. Harry jumped up and handed the blanket over, climbing back into the bed with me.
"How'd you end up on the floor Harry?" I asked, snuggling into his chest.
"Ask your foot," he grumbled. "And the mark I'm sure is on my back."

I giggled, turning him over. Sure enough, there was a vague indication that I'd kicked him in my sleep. "I'm sorry babe," I said, wrapping my arms around his waist and pressing myself into his back. "I didn't mean to..."
Harry gave me a small grunt in reply. "Sure didn't seem that way..." he mumbled. But I could see past his attempt at making me feel guilty.
I grinned against his back. Slowly, I kissed from my foot print up, ending at his cheek. "Do you forgive me?" I asked, letting my lips tickle his ear.
"Nope," he said stubbornly.
I pouted. Damn...I'd thought he'd give into my cuteness.
"Hazza...please?" I whispered, kissing just below his ear. He shivered slightly, then mumbled a barely-audible, "Not yet."
"Pwease?" I murmured, faking a baby voice. "Pwetty pwease?"
Harry shivered more violently, then turned over. "Fine...I suppose I can forgive you.." he said, winking. "Just don't try that on me again."

I smiled, positive I was gonna do that countless more times. "Okaayy," I said in fake surrender.

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