Truly, madly, deeply (Harry version)

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1. Help me I have no money! :(

                                                             Clare's  P.O.V

       I'm not excatly homeless. I have a house just no eltrcity or plumbing or food. I call myself homeless. I'm homeless because my mum died in a drive-by and after a few months my dad killed himself right infront of me. I have nightmares about it still and when they wake me up all I do is cry myself to sleep. I dropped out of high school and all my friends never talk to me so I'm a loner. Everyday I sit outside for some money or a pair of parents. Now its Winter the harshed weather is coming here in London. I have no jackets because its been two years since my parents died and I'm very skinny. Its hard to get around and I feel like I'm gonna die. I've been living a misery until today. "Money? A home? Parents?", I asked everyone. "Hello", said a curly haired green eyed boy. "Hi", I mumbled. "I'm Harry. What's your name?", he asked. "I-I-I'm C-C-Clare", I stagered because I was shivering. "Come with me Clare", Harry told me slowy. I walked with Harry until we got to a limo. I stopped. "What are you doing?", Harry asked. "I-I-I-I h-h-have bad memories in cars.", I was trying hard to hold back the lump in my throat but I just started crying. "Don't worry. I won't hurt you." I got in and started bawling my eyes out all Harry did was comfort me. When we got to a very big house I ran out of the car. "Follow me." Harry told me so I walked in. "Oh, Niall, this is Clare. Clare this is Niall. I'm sure you already know him though." "What do you mean?", I was tired. Harry was really puzzled. "We're in a band. Called One Direction." "I-I-I-I'm not sure who One Direction is", I whimpered and flinched thinking they were gonna hurt me. "What's wrong, Clare?", Niall asked. He had a worried look on his face. "Woah! You're really REALLY skinny. We should get you something to eat and quick!" Niall ran into the kicthen. "Hey, are you alright Clare?" Harry asked. I was really nauseous. "Let me help you to a bathroom." He hurried me to a bathroom and as soon as I got there I threw up in the toilet. "Are you okay, Clare?" Harry asked. "Not really", I replied. Niall came in and gave me a plate full of meat. I ate all of it as soon as I got it. "I feel a little better now." I still had a pale face. "Follow me." I followed Harry into a room. "This is where you will stay. This is also my room so we're gonna share, alright?" "Okay." I replied.

                                                          Harry's P.O.V

      I feel really bad for Clare. I could tell she came from a horrible family. I guess her father killed her mother then her father tryed to have sex with her. I don't wanna ask though because she is having a really hard time. "Did you bring some clothes?" "No all my clothes are too big for me. I got this gifted to me.", she replied. "Okay. Louis!!!!!! Can you come in here please?!?!?!?!? Opps sorry did I scare you?" "Yeah", she said terrified. Louis walked in the room. "Harry? Why is she here?" "She doesn't have a home or parents." Clare started crying. I hugged her and tryed to make her comfortable. "This is Clare. She needs some clothes can she borrow some of Eleanor's clothes?" "I don't know let me ask." Louis left the room and called Eleanor. "Eleanor said Clare can try on some clothes she left here. You'd be surprised by how much of her clothing is here." "Did you hear that Clare?" "Yeah I'll go try some clothes on." Clare left to try on some clothes. When she came back in, the clothes fit her and she looked amazing. I couldn't stop thinking about her, no matter how hard I tryed but I couldn't stop.

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