Never Broken

Hannah's life is a living hell. Her mother died two years ago and her step dad abuses her everyday. She feels like she has no one in the world and that everybody would be better of without her. Can a certain curly haired boy change her opinion?


3. Meeting the boys

This boy led me down the street until we reached a block of flats. We walked inside and took the elevator up to the 3rd floor. Then we walked up to his door. When we got there, he turned to look at me. "You'll have to excuse the mess," he told me. "The boys are over." 

He opened the door and let me in. Instantly I heard shouts coming from his living room. I guessed these were "the boys"

I followed him into his living room where I saw four boys sat around a coffee table arguing. They all looked up as we entered. One of the boys started whining. "Harry, would you please tell Niall that stripes rule," he pleaded. Another of the boys with blonde hair spoke up. "Sorry Louis, but you've got it wrong," he told the other boy in a deep Irish accent.

Another boy with dark brown hair saw me and smiled. "Hi," he said." I'm Liam." He got up to shake my hand. This boy, who I now knew was called Harry smiled a beautiful smile. "This is..." he paused. "Hannah," I interrupted. Harry smiled again. "I found her in the park, crying and shivering," he told them, his smile fading. "That's terrible," the final boy exclaimed. "I'm Zayn, by the way," he added. I nodded, not knowing what to say. "What were you doing in the park at this time of night?" asked Louis, his eyes full of concern. All the boys looked at me. I took a deep breath. I didn't know if I could trust these boys but I guess I had no choice. So I opened my mouth to speak and everything came spilling out.


A/N: Hi, thank you to everyone who has read this. This is my first story so pretty please comment to tell me if there is anything I can improve. Thankyou


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