My Hopeless Hope - A One Direction FANFICTION

Three years after her family tragedy, Jamie battles more than her own guilt. With no one to fall on but her abusive boyfriend, her problems get worse. After she escapes, will she find someone to protect her? Or will her boyfriend find a way to snake her way back into her life? (Based off of One Direction) WARNING: Contains self harm, eating disorder, language, and cases of rape.


7. Broken Glass

Jamie's POV

I still felt cold. I shivered where his warmth once use to be. He pulled away to give me space so I don't get hurt. All I feel is like I've just been stamped on the forehead with a red 'REJECT' sticker. I sat up in bed, feeling blindly in the dark for Harry's sweatshirt he left me. Harry's the smallest one, so I've just been borrowing his things for now.

I slowly moved down the stairs, still sore from a few days ago. I pulled a glass out of the cupboard and filled it up with water. I looked out the window at the horizon. It was still dark outside, but if you squinted hard enough, you could see some light coming up.

I wonder if that's how my life will be. Squinting in the dark, waiting for the light to come. I sighed. I can't hide forever. I thought about the day I would have to leave these bricks walls, my safe haven. I started shaking in fear of what would become of me then. Dan's out there. He could be anywhere. Even here.

Creak. I jumped and spun around. Please no, I must be dreaming. I let out a soft hiss as I pinched myself harshly. Fuck, not asleep. Creeeek. "H-hello?" I whispered quietly.


I turned back towards the window and breathed deeply. Jesus, calm down! I moved to put the glass back in the sink when something cold touched my back. I whipped around, and saw Harry standing sleepily in front of me. My hand flew to my chest, feeling relief spread through me. However, it was short lived when my glass suddenly hit the floor.

Harry's POV

'mmmm.' I woke up smiling as I recalled my dream on the beach. My smile widened when I remembered all those girls. "Lovely, lovely, lovely." I muttered to myself. I suddenly realized how hot I was and ripped my blankets off. I crossed my legs and put my hands behind my head, 'ahhhh.'

I cleared my throat and realized how thirsty I was. I groaned in the thought of having to get up and walk all the way downstairs to just get a glace of water. But, I heaved myself out of bed and walked to the top of the stairs. I stretched upward, onto the balls of my feet and the floor beneath me creaked. I didn't care, those four guys could sleep through almost anything. To further prove my point, I stepped slowly on the spot, giving a loud creek thought out the house. No one stirred. Point=proven.

As I rounded the kitchen, I stopped as I saw Jamie standing at the sink. "Jamie?" She didn't respond. I felt bad for earlier, I shouldn't have reacted that way when I knew she was in pain, but I had hoped my hotdog had made up for it. Guess not. I rubbed my eyes and walked over to her, touching her back. She jumped and whirled around, dropping her glass in the process.

I would have just shrugged it off and had gotten a drink and gone back to my slumber, but she suddenly fell to her knees, shaking so hard, she looked like a blur. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! She yelled while she sloppily started scooping bits of glass into her hands. After a few moments, I saw her hand was bleeding. I reached down to grab it. "You don't have to-" but when my hand touched her, she flung herself back up into the lower cupboard next to her. "I'll clean it up, just please don't hit me." She brokenly whispered. "Hit you?" I ran my hand angrily throough my curls. "For God's sake, you broke a glass!" She lifted the bits of glass in her hands, and started to cry. "I know." She replied.

"That's my point, it's just a glass Jamie." She didn't seem to understand, so I huffed a sigh. Then I got an idea, I reached up into the cupboard and got a glass, held it out, then let it fall carelessly to the ground. She flinched back a good foot and looked up at me like I was out of my mind. "Just a glass," I repeated.

She looked at the ground and back up at me. "You're not mad." It wasn't a question, it was like she was trying to make herself believe it. She then decided to go back to cleaning up the floor. Having enough, I hoisted her up and walked to the bathroom with her. When I put her hand under the faucet, she hissed. "Sorry," I mumbled. I pulled out a Superman band aid and placed it over the cut.

I pulled her down the hallway to my room. I plopped down on the bed, exhausted from this little event. I padded the space next to me, she laid down, to my surprise. I cleared my throat, finding it still dry. She suddenly got up. Fine, I thought as I rolled over. I was almost asleep when I heard her fast approaching footsteps. I felt her sit back down on the bed, and I could almost feel her hesitation before she lightly tapped my shoulder.

I rolled over. "What now?" In the dim light, I saw her smile weakly before raising her hand which had a cup of ice water. I eagerly took it and gulped it down. I looked back at her, all curled up, far away from me as possible. She's such a sweet girl. I then thought back to our conversation.

"Jamie?" I whispered and watched as her eyes snapped open. "What do you want Styles?" She said hoarsely. Was she going to cry? I felt like a dick. I leaned forward slightly. "Thank you," I offered. She slightly smiled before closing her eyes.

"Did he always do that?" I asked without thinking. She looked at me confused. "Do what?" I thought about how to phrase it, but just decided to say what was on my mind. This girl was a mystery. I don't even know her last name! "Hit you when you broke something." Her eyes instantly went to a distant place and she laughed an unemotional laugh. It was almost scary.

"I didn't necessarily have to break something, but yes, he did." She kept her eyes on my, gaging my reaction I guess. "Who's he?" She simply said, "My boyfriend, Dan." I gave her credit. I'd probably still be rocking in a ball while sobbing in a corner somewhere. "Well, he's an ass." I commented harshly. "I know." She said softly. "Sleep Jamie," I said looking at her now tired eyes. She continued to stare at me until I gave a half smile. She then shut her eyes, and I turned over happily, hoping to continue my previous dream.

Jamie's POV

"JAMIE!" Someone screamed. I heard Louis's panicked voice. "Something happened and I can't find her!" I groaned and rolled over, bringing the pillow on top of my head. I opened my eyes to see Harry's face barely an inch away from mine. I jumped, but relaxed from being so tired. "Looks like we both had the same idea." He said huskily. "Maybe if we stay here long enough, he'll just go away." I whispered back.

Before I could even relish the idea, the door slammed open. I was suddenly scared, being in this position too many times before. My eyes connected with Harry's. He looked sadly at me. "Relax, it's just Lou-". But Louis jumped up on the bed tugging at my sheets. "She's gone Harry! GET UP YOU LAZY ASS! We have to find her!" I sat up, and Louis gulped, realizing he straddled the wrong person. But he was flooded with relief and threw his arms around me.

"Ow, ow, ow." I mumbled in his shirt. "What happened? And why are you with Harry?" He shot a glare at the still sleeping lump next to me. I smoothed out my hair. "We just talked last night." I simply stated. He looked unconvinced. "Just talked? There's glass and blood all over the kitchen. Not to mention you're in his bed." Jealously leaked into his last statement, but I felt worried he might get upset I didn't reply.

Harry took this opportunity to make his appearance. "Louis, I dropped a glass, she tried picking it up, and accidently cut her hand. I took care of it. She stayed here. Now leave." He said with a wave of the hand as he plopped back down on the bed. Louis reached out and grabbed my hand, examining it. I pulled it away. "I'm fine Louis. I'm sorry about the mess, I'll clean it up."

I rolled out of bed in Harry's sweatshirt and boxers to see a very worried Niall in the doorway. "You alright?" He asked. I nodded, looking back at Harry and then him. "And this," I motioned between me and Harry, but before I could explain, he stepped forward stroking my cheek. He smiled and simply stated, "I heard and understand." With a happy sigh, I placed my forehead on his chest and soon felt his fingers slide though my hair.

Finally, everything was looking upward for once.

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