Here's for the ones who wanted more about Ally's past... And romance too!

P.S.: Vicky do you have computer there after all? Let me know if you are following the story from there!

Ally's POV

Dad was walking by my side as his other two big friends followed us. My whole body hurt and I could feel my scar in my back every time I moved an inch. He opened the door at the end of long dark hallway, and there he was, the little boy from my nightmares. I immediately stopped walking but the guys behind us pushed me forwards. The boy was crying quietly, confused, lonely, lost…

"Dad, please…" I said "Let him go"

"I'm doing this for you, baby" he said "No one will ever hurt you again"

"But this is not what I want"

"I'm doing it for you, baby" he kept saying.

I closed my eyes as the little one kept crying, this time louder and louder. I couldn't take it anymore, I pushed the other two guys away and run… But I couldn't find the way out of the old building, every time I turned in the corner of a hallway, I appeared in another one, darker and longer. The same black door that haunted my memories kept appearing at the end of all of the hallways. There was so escape from my memories, there was no way out, guilt overpowered me as the little boy opened the door and pointed me with his little finger. My father's two big friend started to dragged me toward the kid, I was too weak by then to fight them and they were going to make me watch again, to torture me again, though they didn't see I was suffering, and I heard them once again in my memory as the laughed at my weakness.

"Let me go, let me go!" I shouted.

"No one will ever hurt you again" my father said.

I closed my eyes, they didn't let me escape but I wasn't willing to watch this injustice again, I didn't dare watching them torturing the little boy again, I couldn't.

"Open your eyes!" I heard a different voice shout and it frightened me deeply, it sounded louder than any of the rest of the voices. I felt my whole body shacking and many eyes were watching me. I pushed whoever was shaking me and kind of jumped backwards. I felt to the floor as I hit the back of my head with something hard. An almost naked Dougie knelt down by my side slowly, but didn't touch me this time.

"Ally, it's me, Dougie…" he said softly.

I was breathing heavily and I felt my face wet. I touched my cheeks and yes, they were wet… I immediately knew they were tears because my sight was a little bit blurry. I put a hand over my chest and felt my heard beating fast.

"Are you alright?" he asked "You were… shouting"

I looked around; Harry was holding a very worried Jazzie in his arms, nobody else but them were there, the bus had stopped and silenced filled the room now. I looked out the window; there still were stars in the sky, but the sun was starting to rise.

"Maybe we should call a doctor" Harry said.

"No" Dougie said "I've seen this before"

He looked at me with sweet eyes and slowly came closer to me until he was right by my side.

"It's alright, they are gone" he said softly and put an arm around me. He pulled me closer and I felt his hot skin, wondering if he was just warm and I was too cold or if he really was that hot "Did they hurt you this time?"

"No… They never hurt me" I said.

"Who do they hurt?"

I didn't answer, I didn't dare explaining my dark past to him. I only let him take care of me for a while, I tried to focus in the song he was singing; 'All About You'. I'd read on the Internet that many people thought Dougie wasn't a good singer, that he sounded like a boy instead of the man he already was, and I couldn't disagree more, I considered him once of the most talented young musicians ever and I found his voice incredibly attractive… That's when my mind was released from the sorrow my nightmares brought and I found myself caressing Doug's chest with my hand… Dougie's perfect chest. I blushed as I noticed I was staring at his legs and then I laughed when I saw his boxers; it had little pictures of toy-story.

"What are you laughing at?" he asked and I looked up, also noticing Harry and Jazzie were gone, we were now alone. My smiled faded away when I noticed how close we were and I blushed as I felt a huge urge to kiss him growing up strongly inside my chest. I looked into his beautiful blue deep eyes and he… well, he looked into my not-so-great normal brown eyes. He leaned forwards and I stood very still, my brain was too saturated too react and I thought for a moment that he was about to kiss me; he was going to kiss me again, this was going to be my second kiss ever and it'd be once again from Dougie, my love, my only true happiness so far… But he drew back and he closed his eyes.

"I'm sorry" he said "I just… Lost control for a moment. You are just too pretty"

I smiled and blushed. I wanted to make this easier for us so I looked away too and put my head in his shoulder.

"Ally… You owe me many answers" he said.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you had promised me I could ask you one question every week… It's been more than two months since than…"

"Shut up, Dougie, you owe me a relationship…"

"Alright, then how about just a couple of answers?"

I hesitated; I'd been fearing this moment since the very moment I found myself falling in love with him because I knew that I would have to answer him as he became more and more important to me, I knew I would had to face this questions one day... But it seemed too soon...

"Just a couple…" I said, almost kind of whispering, absolutely afraid of the coming questions.

"How's the boy of your nightmares?"

Bad questions, a memory I'd tried to hide from myself, a memory that would haunt me forever, the one which made me run away from my life, from my father and his corrupted soul.

"He's a boy with very bad luck" I said.

"What happened to him?"

Dougie was killing me, he didn't see how much it hurt me to answer his questions and he was asking me the most difficult ones.

"His father's… Friends… Hurt me. My father wanted to make sure no one would ever hurt me again and he thought fear was the best way to achieve that… So he…" I stopped as I felt tears in my eyes "So my father's friends did to his son what they had done to me…"

"But… What did they do to you?"

I stood up slowly, I couldn't face him and anyway, if he wanted an answer, he needed to see my back. I took off my shirt, not even feeling the cold or embarrassed but feeling afraid of what Dougie would think of me now he knew more about me, now he know who I'd been.

"Oh, my god…" I heard him say "That's…"

"A horrible scar, I know" I said, still not turning to face him "I'll understand if you are… Afraid of me… What I've told you must remain as a secret for your own good, Dougie, for your own safety, the police believes there's still people looking for me. But I just want you to know that I'm not as terrible as you may think I am, I never wanted that to happen, I'll never wish for anyone to suffer something like we did…"

I put my arms around my self and my shirt felt to the floor. I didn't even care being almost without clothes in front of him, I was too absorbed by the fear of loosing him; I had nothing else, nothing at all, but him. He wasn't mine but he still was mine, it's a feeling only I could understand and it's very hard to explain.

My heart seemed to stop beating for a moment when I felt his warm body behind me as he locked his arms around me and whispered into my ear: "I know I told you I cared about your past… But I think I know you well enough to know you are not lying to me… You didn't want that to happen, I know that, I believe you"

I turned, now I was very aware that both of us had very few clothes and his skin felt unbelievable… I lend forward and kissed him; I didn't care about Frankie because I very well knew she didn't care about me either… I cared about Dougie and I knew this was breaking our deal, but I didn't care about that either… I thought I deserved to be selfish at least for once, I deserved to follow my heart and let the one I love know how much I care, though I knew this would bring him problems. I broke the kiss only seconds later, I was too afraid he would break it first, but I didn't move away from him.

"Sorry, but I'm not really sorry for that" I looked at him straight in the eyes and smiled a little bit… 'And I wished I could tell you how much I love you right now' I thought and left.