Eliana is an average directioner who would love to see One Direction. Sadly for her, she suffers the disput of domestic violence. Only the prospect and hope that One Direction gives her helps her cope with her situation. However, when the thing she loves most has been shut off and she is taken in by some strangers, her life takes a turn for the worse. Will she ever rise up and become happy once more?


19. Sad times

Eliana's P.O.V

I awoke to the soft thudding of feet on ground. My body rose and fell with the motion. Breaking my eyes open from the dried tears that held them shut, I realised I faced the chest of a male figure. I felt sheltered from the outside world with my head curled in his chest and my body compressed in a foetal position.

"Eliana?" Softly called the voice of the figure. My eyes fluttered open and I looked up into the face of my protector. Soft brown curls came into focus and as I looked closer, I was able to make out the green irises that seemed to bore into my soul.

"H..H..Harry?" I chocked, throat sore. He smiled but it didn't quite meet his eyes. He walked for a bit, with me held in his arms. We passed into a park where Harry carefully propped me down onto a soft patch of grass. I winced, remembering the previous night. But when I looked down I didn't find my trousers covered in blood from the break, instead a large cast wound its way around my right leg with my left feeling normal again. " long have I been out...?" I rattled my brain for an understanding. "What...happened?" He ushered me to a lone swing where I gladly rested. I waited for a response and he methodically sat down beside me, furrowing his eyebrows in concern.


I raised my eyebrows, ushering him to speak.

"It's been a day since you left the house...That night, I had been out with Grimmy over a celebration of sorts and naturally I was the last person to enter the house, with the exception of Zayn who was staying with Perrie for the night. When I came back, only Niall was home which was odd. I wasn't too worried but then Niall was unusually quiet. I tried talking to him but it was if he was frozen in fear. He was an emotional wreck. I called Liam who told me to come to Black Street immediately. It was then that I found him and we trekked the night for you. When we found you we rushed you to the hospital to be fixed up. And now I have brought you here because I need to talk with you. Liam is the only one who knows anything of this mess besides you. I helped you last night with no clue of what was going on and now I want to know"

"Harry...I don't think-"

"Listen to me. Nothing seems right, you've been acting weird and what's more Louis isn't answering my calls. Liam told me he's gone to visit his family but he always has time to talk with me. We're best friends"

The mere mention of his name brought tears to my eyes.

"Oh, Harry!" I couldn't hold it in much longer, I gave in to the struggle and crashed my arms around his shoulders and cried. Harry just sat there. He didn't force me to go on and I appreciated him for it. Eventually, I withdrew my arms and wiped at my cheeks that were stained with tears.

"Nothings right anymore...But I'll tell you. There's this man-" And then I told Harry everything, from my dads death, to Louis ability and to the last inescapable disaster that was the previous night. As I spoke Harry just nodded, taking the information in. Every few times he would wince and screw up his face in discontent. When I finished he just stared blankly at me, saying nothing. Silently, he brought me into him so that I sat in his arms and he just stroked my hair, comforting me. His chin rested on the top of my head and I listened to the beating of his heart hoping things would get better. We stayed like this for minutes upon minutes. Every so often I would feel a soft dripping sensation on my scalp.

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