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.


2. Espresso

Harry's POV

I had just placed my order for my coffee when already I heard the anxious squeals of fans waiting outside. Hearing an annoyed sigh, I looked over to the much too tired Zayn. He stepped up to the counter and ordered a straight black coffee with two shots of espresso.

"Ick," I scoffed, wrinkling my face in disgust. He turned and looked at me in disbelief. "Me?" He questioned accusingly. "How can you even down something so vile?" he retorted. "You put enough lumps of sugar in there to kill you!"

"Oh Zaaaaayn, you're just cranky because you're up before noon! Come here!" I said loudly with outstretched arm, walking towards him. "Harry," he said while backing away. "HARRY!" He shouted while I wrapped him in a tight hug. After a few moments Zayn stopped wiggling and gave up with a humph. I let go and smiled triumphantly.

"Oh, come on Harry. You know he can't function correctly before noon!" Louis reminded me. "But Louis-," my cheeky comment got cut off by the cute barista shouting our names.

"Louis, Harry, and Zayn, order up!" I winked at the shy girl who handed us our coffees. "Thanks...," I squinted at her name tag, "Miranda." I said sexily as possible. She blushed and ducked her head as we left.

Walking out the door, the three of us weaved in and out of security to avoid being closed in on by fans. Louis had turned around, walking backwards to try to get the last wave into the fans.

As he rounded the corner and turned around, he was suddenly thrown backwards into Zayn's arms as his hot coffee spilled all over him. "OWWW, OWWW, OWWW!" He shouted. As Zayn helped him wipe off his coffee, I looked forward at the girl who had been knocked to the ground.

I stepped forward to offer her a hand and an apology for Louis's careless actions, when I caught a glimpse of her face. It felt like the words had been ripped from my mouth and I stood frozen in place.

Forgetting myself, I crouched down in front of her, and she visibly flinched, pulling away. "Please…don't," she pleaded hoarsely. She squinted while looking up at me. She had a bruise around her left eye and neck, and scraped from falling on her hands.

"Shhhh, love. It's okay." I held out my hand. "Let me help you up." I offered. She looked at my hand and back at my face in disbelief before putting her bleeding hand in mine. As soon as she stood, she swooned and moaned in pain while desperately clutching her stomach. "Woah, I got you," I said holding her tightly by her waist and moving her towards a bench.

After sitting her down, she curled up tightly into herself, placing her head in her hands. "I'm so so sorry," she mumbled miserably. "It's alright. You probably woke them up more than that coffee did!" I tried to joke with her, but she remained still. Louis and Zayn finally made their way over, and Zayn made a point to pick up her pink duffel bag.

"Jeez Louis, you almost killed the girl!" I scoffed sarcastically, glancing a concerned look down at the girl. "And she nearly melted me from with my own coffee!" He laughed back. When the girl lifted her head, his smile was instantly slapped off his face. She had fresh tears in her eyes, and some blood smudged on her cheeks from her scraped hands.

"I'm so sorry. It was an accident, I'm so clumsy!" She quickly stated, while getting up and going hesitantly grabbing her back from Zayn. We were all too shocked by her beaten body to respond. She quickly roamed around her bag before holding out a fifty in her hand to Louis.

Louis looked at her shaking hand as if it were Godzilla himself. "For the coffee," she quietly explained, giving a weak smile. "Oh my God." Louis finally muttered. Throwing the bill at him, she swung her duffel bag around her shoulder while clutching her stomach. "Again, I apologize, but I have to be going." She hurried her explanation while trying to walk swiftly pass us.

Zayn grabbed her arm and she stiffened by his side. "Darling, what happened to you? Who did this to you?" Louis questioned softly. Her eyes stayed glued to Zayn's hand, as she simply answered, "N-nothing. I fell a few days ago." Zayn let her go and added, "At least let us help you clean up. Then we can call you a taxi. It's the least we can do after this bozo knocked into you."

She started to sway again, her eyes blinking rapidly. "Yeah, okay," she slowly agreed. Zayn took her duffel, and Louis happily hoisted her up into his arms. She let out a cry and held her hands tight to her stomach. We looked at her in concern, but kept up our brisk pace to the car.

As we filed in, I started the car, blasting the AC and Zayn slipped in next to me after opening the door for Louis, who put down the now unconscious runner alongside him in the back seat. I quickly sped to the house, ignoring speed limits for a moment. I then frowned sadly at the thought of my now forgotten sugar filled coffee sitting on the bench. I sighed, as this was about to be a long day.

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