(This is a one direction story)
Everything in Molly's life seems to move too fast. Sometimes she feels like she's going crazy. She spends most of her days locked out and depressed until she finds one of her old best friends.......... Will she find love?Or will she never see the light again?


7. The past few years

(Molly's P.O.V). 

I was confused about what to do. Niall didn't say anything else afterward. He said goodnight and walked away. I didn't bother to follow him even though I had no idea what hotel room I was staying in. I had to admit, Niall is a sweet guy but I'm not sure if i loved him like that. I'm not sure if he even loved me. I already could tell that I really didn't have a chance with any of them. There's millions of girls out there that love them and I was probably last in line. I know Harry probably moved on already. I stayed out here on the rooftop watching the stars. I heard Niall's footsteps as he paced down the stairs. Sometimes I wonder what my life would be like if I hadn't left England. Would Harry and I be together? Or would he have just forgotten me like the few I loved recently. I knew he was different from the rest but I'm not so sure he feels the same about me. I knew I had to find my way back to my hotel room but I didn't know where to go. I made my way to the elevator. The doors opened and someone was inside. I thought it was niall but it was Harry. I stepped in. He was quiet. Did Niall tell him about what happened? I suddenly felt awful. I knew he would hate me.Soon I couldn't hold it in anymore. I cried hard until I felt his hands in mine.

(Harry's P.O.V). 

"it's ok" I told her even though I had no idea what was wrong. I knew she was with Niall for a little while. I was kind of worried that he might have a better chance with her than me. 
I saw him downstairs without her and I asked him where she was. "she's upstairs on the rooftop" he looked guilty. I already knew what happened without him telling me. I hugged her tightly. "everything's going to be fine" I said trying my best to comfort her. I led her out of the elevator and into my room. Sometimes I wish I knew what happened over these past few years. Whatever happened it seems to have changed her. 

       I remember the years we spent together. We always made each other laugh. I remember the times when there was something wrong she would always come to me first. She loved music and singing like I did. She never gave up on her dreams. And I never gave up on her either. I've always loved her. From the first day I met her until now. The problem was we were never single at the same time. That made me realize why i loved her. Whenever she had a boyfriend I always told her I was happy for her even though I was crying inside. I remember the times when I had a girlfriend and she was single. She used to say she was happy for me too but I could never stay with a girl for too long because I realized that the one I loved was Molly.                                                                                                                                                                  .         "what happened Molly"? I asked her. "what happened since you left"?                                 .

(Molly's P.O.V sorry if it's violent under 12 please don't read)

I was having trouble figuring out what happened too. I wanted to tell someone for so long it hurt me to say it. "it all started when my dad died" I tried to say without crying. "he nearly murdered my mom". I remember coming home one afternoon. It was raining and sunny at the same time. Harry was walking me home in the rain. It was that only time when we were both single. I hugged him goodbye and he ran home. I turned the doorknob. For some reason the door was unlocked. Mom never left the door unlocked. I instantly knew that something was wrong. I checked under our red doormat for the spare key we kept for emergencys. I looked down in shock. It was gone. I was afraid to go into the house. "It's ok" I told myself. "don't panic mom probably got home early and forgot to lock the door". I looked in the driveway. Her car was there but there was also another car. It was a green pickup truck. There was only one person I knew with that kind of car. They had divorced four years ago when I was 12 but I still remembered his car. I looked around. I needed to get out of here. Harry had crossed the street and was making his way home. I was going to yell to him for help but before I could I relized that I was being watched. I looked into the windows of our house. What stared back at me where two pitch black eyes that were cold and full of revenge. I tried my best not to make any sounds. I wanted to take off and run as fast as I could to Harry the only person I would feel safest with but I knew if I had my mother wouldn't have been alive today. I saw his head slowly back away from the window still watching me. I wanted to run so badly. Harry was getting farther and farther away from me and I knew it was too late. I needed to help mom. I had no cellphone and I knew I couldent run or scream for help because he would hurt mom even more. I actually wasn't sure if he did hurt here but I could tell in his scary murderous eyes. I waited ten minutes in the same spot watching the house. I was completely terrified. There was no one around. Not even cars on the street. I had a feeling he was still watching me. I soon knew that the only way I could help my mother was to go inside. I felt like I was in a horror movie when the girl goes into the house of the killer to save someone she loves but she usually ends up dead in the end. I reached for the door knob. I was shaking. I turned it but didn't go in yet. I peeked inside my house. It was dark and quiet. I couldn't see where he was. I stepped into the house. My mind was racing with all kinds of thoughts. I took another step praying that he wouldn't be anywhere near. I slowly made my way to the kitchen. At this point I was completely freaking out. I looked around there was no sign of him or mom. I glanced towards the living room. There was mom. She was lying on the ground with blood all over her mouth and arms. I felt cold hands around my neck. I screamed  and tried to push him away. He had a knife in his hand. He scared the hell out of me. I thought I was going to die. I felt something jab at my side hard. It wasn't the knife but it still caused me to scream in pain. I couldn't tell if I was bleeding or not. My world was spinning. He hit my hard on my face which made it even worse. He forced me to get up then he hit me agienst the wall. I was crying and couldn't think. I fell to the floor again. I felt so helpless and weak. I felt the knife go quickly into my arm. I cried out in help. I thought it was all over when suddenly the police burst into the room. I was dizzy. I felt like I was losing my mind. The last thing I could see was my heartless father running from the police only to not be so lucky. I watched as a bullet hit his chest.
               Mom had luckily survived but he didn't. I couldn't call that man my dad ever again. I was actually glad that he had died. Now I knew mom and I would be safe. After that a few weeks past. I was in the hospital for most of it. I needed a therapist to help get over the shock but I was still scared for life. My mom decided she wanted to move to San Diego with my aunt. We packed for the last week. I spent that final day with Harry when he gave me the necklace. I was too scared to tell him what happened until now. 

(Harry's P.O.V)

She looked at me with fear in eyes. I finally understood why she left. I was mad at myself for getting angry with her leaving. I knew there was more to the story. I hugged her. She was close to being in tears.

(Molly's P.O.V)

I knew I couldn't cry. Not again. I knew if I cried I would be depressed again. I continued the story. When we arrived in San Diego everything was fine at first until I went back to school. People made fun of me and it made me want to keep changing myself. I had no friends and I barely wanted to speak. I was still scared about what happened sometimes I can sill feel his pitch black eyes staring at me. I began to ditch school because people constantly hated me. I started to hurt myselfand Soon I couldn't take it anymore. When I was 17 I moved far away. I got a job and wanted to start a knew life. Everything was going as planned untill I met him. His name was Joshua he seemed like a sweet guy at first. But he only pretended to love me. I was working as a artist/photographer for some big magazines that's where I met him. I thought I loved him at first. He treated my like I was a normal person for once. Soon I began blowing off work just to be with him. I got fired after that but I didn't care. I could still afford things for a little while. I began to think that nothing mattered but him. One day he left me and took all my money. I became depressed and began shutting myself out to everyone. I stopped going out of my house. I stopped talking. And soon I stopped loving but then Harry knocked at my door. 

(Harry's P.O.V)

Now I knew everything. After all these years of my dreams coming true it had been a nightmare for Molly. "everything's ok" I said softly to her. "I'm here with you now". I felt anxious about what she was going to say back to me but I said it anyway. "I love you" I told her. I felt her silence for a few seconds. "I love you too". She said. "I've loved you ever since I've met you". I said. "I can't live without you"I said. Again there was silence for a few seconds then she leaned and we kissed. 
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