Harry's POV
A young girl ran down the beach laughing, completely enjoying herself. It was a private beach. The girl was obviously Latin American. The way she laughed showed her accent; Running up and down that beach especially at that age had to be giggle worthy. I watched her for a little while, she'd run up to the waves and run back before the caught the tips of her ankles. Her white bathing suit showed of how tan she was and she seemed to have a twinkle in her eyes. Her eyes... I recognize those. Next thing you know however she had fallen and I heard a sound like glass breaking. Tears sprung to the tips of the young girls eyes as blood started to roll down her arm in waves. As she ran to her house I seemed to follow her, although I wasn't moving. Sort of floating behind her.
When she made it back to what I presume was her back door she looked paler. Blood was pouring out and her bathing suit was no longer white. Not knowing what to do she rushed in and called out frantically "Mami! Mami! Ayudar! Help!" The girl was crying now. A woman walked into the kitchen were the girl had been calling out she screamed. Then yelled "Margarita! How dare you bring so much mess in this house! You are getting blood every were!" The little girl looked helpless and frightened as she said "Please Mami, Ayudar!" The mom walked out and could soon be heard on the phone. Margarita dropped to her knees helpless, losing blood faster than ever. Now unable to hold her self up to a standing position. I tried to reach out to her, but I couldn't. Couldn't get to the little girl.
Next thing you know a woman walks in with friendly air about her. She took one look at the girl, scooped her up, and walked out of the house. "Leota!" The woman says "Call 911!" Leota (I presume) looks on the verge of tears. Than again seeing your friend at that age in such a state could be very traumatizing. By the timing they're driving away something seems to change about Margaritas stance. She doesn't say Mami ever again. She instead spat out "Odio a mi Madre."
I hate my Mom.
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"Ah!" I woke with a start. That girl, was a younger version of the older sister. I'm sure of it! Margarita? I can't believe that any Mum could be so cruel! I was literally shaking with tears and anger. I really wouldn't have known it was the girl if it weren't for the eyes. In the beginning so full of joy and freedom. In the end so full of hate and pain. I tried to calm down, but each time I did it seemed to get harder and harder. I sobbed out loud and next thing you know Louis is at my side rubbing my back. Murmuring soft nothings into my ear that way a Mum would. I slowly calmed down and the violent tears and shaking stopped. I noticed now that all of the boys were in the room now. Louis asked what was wrong and I instantly froze. How could I explain?
Zane notice me tense first. "Its okay mate.", he says very low a comforting. "We are here to help you not judge or hurt you." "I don't really know how to explain... Its like a nightmare but its not. Its like I'm seeing flashbacks and present day events in some girls life. I've had two so far." I rushed through all my words, yet the boys caught everyone of them either way. "So why are you sobbing?", asks Louis. "Her life... Its terribale. She almost died and her Mum was more concerned about the blood getting all over the house. She walked out on her!" I was yelling now and shaking again. I couldn't help it at all. Then the tears started to pour. That wasn't manly but I really didn't care. Louis again rubbed my back and said very softly "We are all here for you Harry. Know that. Now go to sleep we will all talk more once you are awake. We will also go to the mall." I hummed a reply and suddenly the world went black.
Margarita's POV
"Come on!", Leota urged. "We need to get to the mall and shop for our concert outfits!" "Okay, okay. Jeez your so pushy." I was answering everything making my accent stick out more in a teasing way. She giggled as I went up the stairs to my get my Hermanas'. When I went up to the room they shared, I sighed. It represented every single bit of them. Rosa's side of the room was painted pink and had roses growing up the side in a very fairytale way. It was girly and pretty; Altogether Rosa. Her furniture was cream and all very relaxed. Her bed was covered in light pink sheets (silk) and her comforter was thick flowing lace. That however was cream to match her furniture. Lerissa's side of the room was lilac and her wall was covered with growing vines with purple flowers. Her furniture was cherry wood and straighter. Not as relaxed. Her bed a sheets were like Rosa's just purple and all of it is silk, not just the sheets.
"Come on girls were going to the mall!" I say clapping my hands. They squeal and run to get changed out of their pj's. Rosa of course come out in a white top with a sketch version of Arura on it and pink shorts. Lerissa came out with sketched version of Snow White on it and purple shorts. They wore matching sandal and both had their curls down. So alike yet in many ways so different. I had on a pair of dark blue Navy jeans and a bright red two fingered tank that showed off my green eyes. With my mascara on they looked sparkling, like gems. I had on strapped cloth wedges; I also let my curls down, they fell in length to my butt. Leota was totally different however she wore: A blue tube top and a knee length brown gypsy skirt. She had braided blue and brown flowers through her hair. She looked loose and beautiful. I found myself often wanting to look like her.
As we drove to the mall, of course, a One Direction song came on. It was 'Live While Were Young. Instantly everyone in the car started to sing along. My sisters voices were sweet and Leota's was high. Mine was thickly accent and flowey. Many people said I was a Latin American version of Adele. Ya Right! When the song ended the twins cheered and giggled. They then went on to talk about how amaZAYN the concert was going to be. The are really smart for five year olds I will give them that. Then again they don't have most five year olds life... I tensed but then quickly relaxed. Today was going to be a good day and nothing could ruin it for me. Not even the one person who didn't care enough to save me the day I almost lost my life.
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YAY,
Another chapter done. So how was the flashback/Dream? Sad yes, but appropriate. Wonder whats going to happen next? O.o
I will give you guys a hint. The girls are going to the mall, and didn't Louis say something about that.....
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In Life-A One Direction Fanfiction
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