One way or another

Hope is a 17 year old girl who's mother died mysteriously 6 months after giving birth and her father passed away not long ago due to disease. With no siblings and most of her family living far away, she's forced to live with her uncle. A rich but cruel man who has no intention of giving Hope any care or love. Her Aunty on the other hand is a kind and giving lady.
But Hope knows she can't stay. Her last option is to run away. She cannot spend another day with her Uncle, who seems to be hiding something. Big. Will Hope be left with anything? All seems to be going the wrong way until she meets a sweet boy with a kind heart who decides to take the poor girl under his wing.
What will Hope find out? Her Uncle's secret? Love? Or all the wrong things?


4. Found a piece of my heart

Hope's POV

The box had so many things from Mum. So many photo's, necklaces, bracelets, everything of hers. And there was a note from her to.

It was addressed:

To my beautiful daughter (I love you so much)

Hope, I'm not well. I don't know if I'll make it. Today (16.April.1996 ) you are four months. 

I'm writing this for when you learn how to read. Not the second you learn, maybe when you're ten, fifteen, It doesn't matter. Either way, I love you.

I tell you this every day, I know you can't understand it, being so little, but I still say it. 

And I'll do it again: My beautiful girl; I love you so much. If had one million words, they wouldn't even come close to describing you and my love for you.

The second you were born, my heart stopped. Never in my life had I seen such a beautiful baby.

Such a beautiful girl.

Those amazing blue eyes, I fell into them.

Your golden hair, I could never stop playing with it.

Your little hands, I could never stop holding.

That smile, I could never stop staring

And you. You: I would never let go of you.

If you're reading this, know that I love you. 

No matter what.

You are my baby, my child, my heart, my love, my everything.

You are my Hope.

I was crying so much. The tears were streaming down my face. I kept looking through the box.

I found a (real) gold and silver heart shaped locket. Gently I opened it. I cried.

It was a picture of my mother, my father and me. When I was so, so little. She was holding me. And in her eyes, you could see the love. I put it around my neck. All my life my heart was a '1 million piece puzzle' with all the parts lost.

I felt like one piece had been found. And put in place.

I sat there. Un-moving. Crying. Tears of sadness and joy. And I managed one little, barely noticeable smile.

And then the peace broke.


"Hope!" It was the unmistakable voice of my Aunt Bri. I walked downstairs and opened the door. I loved my Aunt. She was the closest thing to a mother I had left. Even though she was on my dad's side and it was my dad's brother she was married to, (who btw, I'm pretty sure hates me.) I love her. 

"I am so, so sorry." She said

"It's ok." I said. "Sorry I don't have anything ready. I didn't think you'd be coming today."

"It's ok," She said, hugging me. "I'll help you."

"Ok." I said

Niall's POV

Buzz* Buzz*

I heard my phone vibrate. The rest of the boys were sitting around the table eating, when we heard a phone vibrate.

"Who's is that?" Harry said.

"Mine." I said, with a mouthful of food.

I swallowed and picked up the phone.

It read: You have 1 new text message.

I tapped the icon. It was from Paul.

Hey Niall. Tell the guys you all have a private concert at a restaurant. It's at 8pm. You'll be singing: WMYB, LWWY and Kiss You.

Thanks, Paul

"Arrrrhhhhh." I groaned.

"What?" asked Louis.

"It's Paul.He says we have a private concert at some restaurant tonight at 8."

"Tonight?" Harry exclaimed. "At 8? That's 2 hours from now."

"I wish they'd tell us with more time." Said Zayn.

:What can you do?" Said Liam. "Don't wanna disappoint the fans and we're under contract."

"Don't get me wrong," Lou began. "I love performing, I just wish they'd tell us earlier."

"Yeah." Said Zayn. "What songs?"

"Uhh, What makes you beautiful, Live while were young-''woohoo'' Louis shouted- and kiss you," I finished.

Buzz* Buzz* My phone went off again.

Paul again.

Hey, just letting u know, you're not doing WMYB, it's changed to 'Little Things.' And You'll be doing the same thing in a week. Same songs, same time, same place.

"What now?" Zayn asked.

"Little things instead of what makes you beautiful. And we're doing it again in 1 week."






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