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Six Years Apart

Chapter Eight

Harry's pov
Calum, Ashton, Luke, and Michael were sitting in the living room. I sit opposite from them on the other couch. "So are we leaving now?" Calum asks. "Yeah let me call for a car." Liam answers. I go into Gabriella's room and sit on her bed. She's sleeping. Why did I fall in love with her? We barely know each other. I can't force her to like me. God why do I have these problems? I know Niall dedicated Steal My Girl to her because I was ease dropping on them. I need to hang out with her because I don't know anything about her. Maybe I shouldn't try to be with her. But I like her. "Harry? You're still here?" A voice said. I look down and see a sleepy Gabriella with her eyes still closed. "Yes love we're still here." I smile. "Can you lay down with me? I'm cold." She says. I would love to. "Yeah." I say and lay down with her. "Always." I finish.
Gabriella's pov
<<TimeSkip>>
I wake up to arms shaking me. "Hey honey it's morning." My foster mom says. My dream. That horrible memory. The memory of how I am in a foster house.
"Come here!" He yells. I run up to my room as fast as I could, but that wasn't good enough. He grabs my waist and pulls me back. He throws me onto the couch and grabs the first thing he saw and threw it at me. "Shit!" I yelled. Glass. It was a picture of my mom. "Did you just fucking cuss?" He asked. "No, no, no, please dad!" I screamed. I get up from the couch and run towards my room again this time reaching it. I locked the door and soon after my dad came slamming at it. "Open the fucking door!" He yelled. I cried and took out the glass shards in my skin. This hurts like hell! When I'm done I get the bandage wrap from under my bed. I quickly wrap it around the arm with the most cuts. I run to the phone and call 9-1-1. "Hello please come! My dad threw a picture frame at me and I got glass in my skin! Please help me! He does this on purpose, just please help me. Please!" I cry. My dad still pounds at the door. Soon enough I hear police cars. Thank god! I hear them come I to my house. I look under the door. There's no one there. Someone breaks down the door and all I see is black.

Notes

Sorry for the bad update but yesterday after yesterday update my favorite YouTuber noticed me on Twitter and DM me so I decided to update! Vote comment and subscribe!!!

Comments

#TeamNiall. Harry isn't a player or anything but most stories are about Harry and this IS niallhoran fanfiction.com

@Nialler044
harry isn't a player the media and management make him look like it even tho he isn't

#TeamNiall,I just think Niall is sweeter and Harry is kind of a player so......

Nialler044 Nialler044
3/26/15

#TeamHarry

#TeamHarry I love the story

Stefi Stefi
3/22/15