Beau Babies / h.s

Prepared

   Harry lifted me off the ground and carried me back into the house. I was stunned. In shock. I couldn’t move, I’m surprised I could even breathe without Harry’s help,

   He kept his eyes on me as he placed me onto the sofa, “Are you alright?” He bent down in front of me, my eyes were fixed and didn’t move. Not even to look into his face that searched through my eyes trying to find any sign of life, “Bobbie?” Harry clicked his fingers at me,

   “I need to call Maria,” I said in a tone of voice that could have been misunderstood for a robot,

   “What?” Harry asked in disbelief as I stood up and hurried to pick up the phone, “Wait,” He slammed the phone back down, “Who are you going call?”

   “Maria,” I repeated,

   Harry sighed, “I know that,” He breathe heavily again, “But who’s Maria?”

   “The girls’ social worker, hopefully she’ll know what to do.”

   “Are you sure you need to…”

   “Harry!” I cried, “I need to know what to do alright? I don’t know what to do!”

   “Alright,” Harry locked his arms around me comfortingly, “Alright,” I was sobbing again, I tried to worm my way out of his grip, but Harry wouldn’t let me. He just held me so I could let it all out, let all my feelings out in uncontrollable tears,

   Sniffing, I looked up at him, “Harry,” I snivelled, “I need to call her,” Harry nodded but before he completely let me go, he kissed the top of my forehead, then, his arms fell to his side as he watched me call Maria, she picked up immediately,

   “Hello?”

   “Maria?” I asked, “It’s Bobbie Beau,”

   “Oh Bobbie, hello. How are things?” She asked in an oddly cheery voice,

   “Um…” I stumbled for words, “Alright…Well…Not really…”

   I heard a rustle at the end of the line, “Do you need me to come round?”

   “Yes,” I replied quickly, “Yes,”

   “Alright Bobbie,” Maria said, “I’ll be there in half an hour,”

   “Ok, thank you,”

   “No problem,” Maria hung up, and I placed the phone down,

   Harry looked at me with bright green eyes, “She’ll be here in half an hour,” I told him, “Do you have Niall’s phone number?”

   “Of course, but he won’t answer it. Call Zayn, he’ll definitely answer,” Harry didn’t ask questions, he just dialled it for me and handed me the phone,