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?


17. Italy!?

Hope's POV

"Italy!?" I half shouted, not feeling tired anymore. "Why are we going to Italy?"

"Because when you told me that story yesterday, I couldn't really describe how I felt.  Mostly different types of pain, I guess. I felt so sorry for you, to have lost all that, and I felt so mad at your uncle for doing that to you. I didn't want him to find you here and I wanted you to get your mind off things; so last night, when you, Lauren and Gillian were asleep, I talked to the boys, -don't worry, didn't tell them what you told me-, I just said it would be nice to go on a little holiday. They said yes so we've already told the girls.

"You did it for me?"

"Of course I did."

"But, tickets for that many people, and to Italy, it's so expensive."

"Who cares. I've got a lot of money."

"Ok." I nod. "But when do we leave?"

"Today. The flight leaves at 6:30pm, so we have to leave the house at about four-ish. Do you need help with your bags?"

I gave him the are-you-kidding look. "Zayn, all I've got is a little back-pack. Give me about five minutes.

"Yeah, uh, no. We're all going shopping."

"Oh, ok. Give me about half an hour."


I got up and took a shower, did my hair and put on the spare clothes that I bought with me. I was brushing my hair slowly in front of the mirror when I remembered something, froze, and let the brush fall from my hand.

The box.

The box that dad gave me. It was still at my uncle's house. Bri had it. Would he be back yet? No, I don't think so. I rushed to the bag that I ran away with and searched frantically for the little Nokia. I found it and dialled her number.

One ring...two rings...three rings...four rings..."Hello?"


"Aunt Bri? It's Hope."

"Oh, Hope are you ok?"

"Yeah, it's fine, I'm staying with... a friend."

"Thank God."

"Oh, yeah. And we're going to Italy."


"Just you and this friend?"

"No, it's uhh"-I mentally counted how many people in my head. Me, Zayn, Lou, Liam, Niall, Harry, Gillian and Lauren- "Eight including me."

"For how long?"

"I don't know... I just need you to know."

"Hope, Italy is pretty much on the other side of the world. It's in Europe! They speak a totally different language there."

"But English is one of the most spoken languages in the world. Heaps of people there would know it and I know a few basics. Can I please go?"

"I don't know. You're seventeen."


"Ok." -YES!!- "But text and call me every now and then."

"Thank you!" 

"Please be careful, though."

"I will, I promise. And one more thing."


"I need my box."

"Ok. Come by in about 30 minutes. Your uncle's still on his 'business trip'."

"Ok. Bye, love you."

"Love you, too."

I hung up and quickly brushed the rest of my hair.

I practically ran downstairs looking for Zayn.



"Can you PLEASE drive me somewhere?"

'Uh, sure, where to?"

"I'll give you directions in the car."

"Uh ok."


Fifteen minutes later, we were almost there. "Zayn, pull up here," I said.

"Which house is it?"

"It's about a block away."

"Why'd you want me to pull up here, then?"

"I don't want the car to be seen."

"Uh, are you... stealing something?"

"No. I'm getting something back."

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