I'll be okay.

This Is my story. I'm Isabella Alden, I'm 17.I love my mom, dad and brother. I have no other family. At school they say I'm popular, so I have a lot of what you can call 'friends'. I have it all right ? But one day everything will change. A car accident will take away the ones I love and leave me almost all alone. But I will meet my 4 new best friends and the love of my life. But will everything be fine when the person who is after me would do anything to kill me ?


9. The worst.

The worst


"Wake up, love. We're here." I woke up hearing Harry's low voice. I opened my eyes still laying down on Babette's lap. Priscilla and Harry were looking at me. They helped me up and Harry took my hand, helping me out of the car. I was followed out by Pris and Babette. "I'll take her bags. Can you girls help her up ?" They nodded and both came at one side of me. I looked around and saw that I was in an underground parking lot. We took an elevator and went to the highest level. When the door opened, I could see a huge penthouse in front of me. "Hey Isabella, how are you ? Feeling any better ?" I heard Liam ask from what I assumed was the living. "Fine, I guess." I mumbled the last part. I obviously wasn't fine. "Euh... Could you tell me where I should go ? I mean where I should sleep ?" I turned to Harry but Priscilla was the one to answer. "Well you can choose to sleep with Babette and I or alone in a room." She was smiling warmly. I felt so lucky to have both of them back, always there when I felt down. "Euh... I would like to be alone, if that's fine." Harry helped me to my room while Babette and Priscilla went to sit next to their crush. Harry opened the door that led to a beautiful room with a wooden floor and cream painted walls. "Is that okay with you ?" He asked nicely. "Yeah... Thanks." I walked over to the bed and he put my bags on the left of the bed. "Are you okay, Bella ? You seem pretty down." I looked at him, I then opened the covers and slit into it. "I'm fine." I said. He obviously didn't believe me. "You can tell me, you know ?" He said a bit unhappy. They would never actually say it but I clearly knew we were in the way and that was my fault. "I know, I know." I said turning around to the other side of the room. "Then tell me !" He raised his voice, frightening me. He appeared in front of me, right away. "Bella, I'm serious ! You have to talk about your feelings more. I can't understand you otherwise." My head was pounding again. If I didn't sleep now I would faint later for sure. "Oh whatever. Just go to sleep, we'll talk later." It was a cold, emotionless answer, that ripped my heart apart but I was to tired to talk about it. Tears I had tried to keep for myself, came running down, falling on the white sheet. "I'm sorry Harry." He opened the door but looked back, with a little hurt smile. I was the worst.


I left her there, sad and alone. The worst. I shouldn't have raised my voice ! She was a little doll broken to pieces. I was the one that wanted to protect her but I was doing the exact opposite. I tried to rip myself off of those dark thoughts going down the stairs. "Everything okay, Haz ? We heard you yell." Zayn asked. They all knew it wasn't the right time to yell at her. The thought that she was hurting was killing me. "I think you should go talk to her in a little while. She won't tell me anything." I was mad saying it, the rage was still in me. I looked over to the girls. "Harry... Just don't hurt her..." Priscilla said surprising me. I wouldn't hurt her. "We're serious. I know Bella since she was 11 and Pris knows her since she was 12. She has been hurt way to much but never this badly. She could easily do something stupid if it's to much." Babette added and Priscilla concluded: " she isn't as strong as strong as she let it show." I started having flashbacks, all the times she cried, all her hurt facial expressions, everything. I felt guilt filling me. "It wouldn't be my intention, never." Louis came over to me and patted my back. "Don't worry, mate. I'm she's not mad." I smiled not that I felt better but cause they were nice trying to make me feel better. "Yeah... Could you girls go talk to her ? She needs you." They stood up and when they passed by me, they added. "You're a great guy, Harry. Never forget that." Babette smiled. "We know you'll take good care of her." Priscilla followed Babette upstairs. I still thought I was the worst.
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