You're My Strength

When life became hard, Rebecca Gale wanted to give up. But her friends gave her strength to move on. But will their support be enough for Rebecca? Or will she just give up in the end?

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A/N:

Last update for today. Thank you for reading! :)

 

—Rebecca—

 

I was already ready to go to sleep, exhausted from today’s activities.


It was just a simple day but my emotions wore me out so I wanted to rest so bad.


“Babe? Do you want something to eat?” Harry asked from the doorway. Yes, we live together with Louis.


“Yes please.” I smiled and waited for Harry to leave.


Once he’s gone, I took out the magazine I bought earlier and read it.


Harry Styles’ girlfriend, Rebecca Gale, mourns over the death of her parents and little sister.


Last month, a horrid fire broke out in Belgravia, London, costing the lives of three people. These people, Rebecca Gale’s parents and little sister.


News says she isn’t taking their deaths too well and has been locked up ever since.


Yesterday, she was rushed to the hospital after a, possible, suicide attempt.


Our condolences to Rebecca Gale.


Here we go again. People will think that I’m just a messed-up girl who wants to die since her family’s dead.


It’s true, but I don’t want other people knowing that. And besides, I still have Harry, right?


It’s just, it makes people judge me more easily when they know how vulnerable and weak I am.


My iPhone rang and I got it from my bedside table.


I had a twitter mention… GREAT.


I opened my twitter app and I had about thousands of mentions already.


@BeccaRG are you ok? Condolence.


@BeccaRG karma’s a bitch, right? 


@BeccaRG stop hurting yourself. Harry loves you, don’t let other people bring you down.


I re-tweeted the tweets who were nice and caring towards me and I just pushed away the insults fired at me.


“Babe? Food’s ready.” Harry cooed from the doorway and I stood up. I was wearing a home-y tank top, boxer shorts, and slippers since I wanted to sleep but my stomach said otherwise.


“Glad you could join us.” Louis joked as he ate his pasta. “Fettuccini Alfredo? Yum.” I cheered as I sat between Louis and Harry.


“Want something to drink?” Harry asked me as he stood up and went over to the fridge. “You know I don’t drink sodas… So, orange juice, please?” I grinned and Harry pecked my lips and handed me my drink.


“How can you not drink sodas but drink liquor?” Louis cocked an eyebrow. “Liquor makes me happy.” I teased and pinched his nose.


We continued to eat and before I knew it, I was in the bathroom, brushing my teeth.


I got in the bed and Harry followed later. He had his arms around my waist and his face was covered by my hair.


I turned around and traced his tattoos. 


“Come to our interview tomorrow, baby girl. I need you to be there since I don’t want to leave you alone.” He told me as I chuckled a little. I nodded my head and closed my eyes and drifted to sleep just as I heard Harry say…


“I love you Becca.”

 

 

 

 

 

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