Only Hope

In Holmes Chapel, England, Isabella Cooper is the delegate's daughter, she is a girl who have great ambitions and lives her simple life with her parents. She is always helping her mother with community service activities for church and everything that would make other people happy. She just have had a bad news at her life, which didn’t made her lose her faith.
When this One Direction band came to the city to have some free days, she gets to know one of the five guys, who suddenly wants to help her with these activities. They begin to spend most of his free time together. But he is not the relationship guy, he have never fallen in love.
But all is not always a bed of roses and a heart-breaking secret of her becomes known, their relationship hangs by a thread. It is when he discovers the true meaning of love, can they save their relationship and make all their dreams come true?

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20. Chapter 19!

“Dear Diane, how are you?

Always ok, always willing to “listen” to me, to make music with my dramatic words. You’re a good friend, you know?! I’d like to know how I AM. You’re a good friend, you bet on that, that’s what you are.

A crazy, that’s what I am, talking to a diary, a piece of paper, and look, I trust it more than on my real friends. Am I really wrong for not wanting to tell them that I am really sick, but apparently good? And at any minute I might relapse and go straight to the hospital? Or maybe worse…

It’s not that I do not trust’em. I trust on three of them with closed eyes, but I’m not sure I’m ready to give people a funeral news, to receive funeral comments, to get pity eyes e good caring words trying to improve my self-esteem. I don’t want that. The less people know, the better. And by “less people”, I’m happy with only mum and dad."

I woke up on Monday morning earlier than my normal school time and saw my diary open and the last words I’ve written before fall asleep last night. I grabbed the purple pen, cleaned my eyes and started writing.

“I ended up not telling you how was Saturday night with Kevin. Harry and Zayn were there, yes, in the cinema. Not with me or Kevin, or Leila… But with other girls, girlfriends, who knows.

Harry was absolutely careless about me, he just wanted to enjoy his vacation time with his little boyband buddies and get to sleep with the higher possible number of girls. But I wouldn’t let him do this to me.

I’m not any girl he can send a text message, or simply open the prettiest smile ever, and have me in his bed. No way I going to let it happen, he was here just to do that, and obligated by his mum, pretendind to do good things for the church.

HE’S AN ASSHOLE AND I DO NOT EVEN THINK ABOUT HIM NO MORE!

Xoxo, Bella”

I threw Diane under the bed, still not believing it was already Monday. Got out of bed, cleaned my eyes and went to the shower. The weather outside was cold, I choose to use a black legging, boots, a coat and a grey beanie.

Usually I do not like to get so good looking to school, I think that if I put great clothes and a lot of make up to do my routine things, when I get to be better looking for a night out, people won’t even notice.

But since cold weather matches with good looking people, I get to use a legging and a cool coat. Cold makes people more elegant. Not that I’m elegant, I’m just a sick girl who probably won’t get to the fourties, but I still gotta give it a shot.

When I went downstairs to have breakfast, my parents were already sitting at the table. Mum took me to school e told me at the end of the day, she’d pick me up for us to go to the institution.

“Hey girl, how was the end of your Sunday without me?” Leila came to my direction with a beautiful smile on her lips.

“It was depressing, thought I was going to die for being without you”, I said with ironic smile.

“I won’t ever again let you alone, EVER!” She giggled.

“Oh, Harry asked about you. Is something going on?"

“What?” I got a little confused

“You and Harry. Is there something going on?" She asked as if this was the most normal thing on earth: a ‘normal’ girl like me, dating a celebrity like Harry Styles.

“Of course not, L. By the way, on Saturday, when I went to the cinema with Kev, I saw him and Zayn with two girls. They looked really intimate”, I shrugged trying to make her understand that I couldn’t give more fucks.

“How was them?” She was serious.

“Blonde. Extremely blonde” I rolled my eyes.

“Probably it was Rachel, an ex-girlfriend of his”, she rolled her eyes as well, “can’t stand that bitch”

“She was… pretty. But really looked like a whore”, I was sincere.

“Were you jealous? If yes, it’s a good sign. I want to get you guys together SOOOO bad, you’re just so perf”, she put her hand on her breast on the heart side as she spoke. Her eyes were shining as so probably she was imagining me lying on a bed in the middle of the forest and Harry coming over riding his white horse to give me a passionate kiss and revive me from death.

I just ignored her and kept going inside the classroom. It was math, teacher Meg’s class. I usually hate numbers, but she was a so cute teacher, that even made me love it.

“Good morning, girls”, Meg smiled as we entered the class going to our sits. I sat on my usual sit with Leila right behind me.

Kim’s class were History, so usually we’d all met at the lunch. I still haven’t seen Kevin, which was worrying me, since his mom rarely let them miss school. So once they weren’t here, it was a signal that something was wrong. But I wouldn’t be the one to ask.

Math went by really fast, the girl and I went to eat something. Kim kept her always-on-there beautiful smile, Leila has a sleepy face, as if she has not slept in the night.

“L, are you ok?” Kim asked showing she was worried.

“Course I am, why?” Leila answered yawning.

“Thought I was the only one thinking about that” I said, “but you look awful”, Kim giggled making me laugh.

“Don’t you laugh, bitches, someone spent the hole night calling my phone”, she blinked.

“Don’t you know who was it?”

“If I knew, the person would be dead by now, Bella”, she rolled her eyes as if I was the guilty one.

At the end of the last class, I was waiting for mum to pick me up when Leila showed up asking if she could come along to the institution because she found some old clothes she’d like to donate.

 

 

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