Nobody Cares. (One Direction Fan Fiction)

Drawing Skills Exposed

{Belle's POV}

My heart beat heavily against my chest as Mrs. Cox hugged me. I know this might sound weird but it feels like how my mother used to hug me. She'd keep a tight grip around my body as if when she let go I'd break into a million pieces. I'd give anything to get that feeling back, but it's not going to happen.

I know it.

I'll never get the feeling of my mother loving me back. I don't think I ever had it. Well at least not until Erin died. Erin was my sister. She was seventeen when she died. I was eleven at the time.

One night she was coming home from a party with her friends. It was past her curfew, which was 1 am. Her friend Delaney was driving, Erin was in the passenger seat, and their two other friends Vanessa and Lola were in the back. They were all wasted, Erin wasn't as drunk as the others but she wasn't sober enough to not let Delaney to drive.

They got hit head on by another driver. Erin and Delany died of impact, and Vanessa and Lola died from losing to much blood before the paramedic's could save them. Everyone's hearts were crushed. That's when my mother started to baby Scott. She didn't want to loose him, but she didn't really care about losing me.

"Belle, are you okay?" Harry asked, snapping me out of my thoughts of my sister. I never told him or the boys about Erin. Only people from back home know about her. The thing is, I don't want the boys to know. "Yeah. I'm perfect." I informed him, pulling a fake smile. Tears formed in my eyes just thinking of her. I was close with her. She'd let me hang out in her room, she'd do my nails and hair, and when her friends were over she'd make a deal where I could hang out with them for thirty minutes. I loved her, and still do.

"Harry, go get some snacks and drinks. It looks like you lads aren't feeding this girl." Mrs. Cox commanded, placing a hand on my back. A giggle escaped my lips as I watched Harry grumbled something under his breath. Probably curse words.

Mrs. Cox showed around the house. Literally every single room. She's so full of energy and happiness. I wish I could be like that.

When we walked into the living room Harry was putting on a soccer game, excuse me I mean football match. It actually makes more sense to call it football than soccer. In American football you don't you your feet much, only to punt the ball or run.

I sat down next to Harry and he instantly pulled me into his arms. He cuddled me into his chest as if I'm a teddy bear. But I don't mind, I love cuddling. "Belle, Harry told me you like to draw. Is that true?" I nodded my head to Mrs. Cox as she took a seat next to Harry and I. "Can you draw me something?" I nodded again, not able to form words.

Who can blame me though? Meeting your brother/dad's mom is nerve-wracking. I don't want to say something wrong. What if I start to brag? Or come off annoying? Or... I don't know! But I can't mess up. So I might be a bit of a perfectionist.

Who am I kidding? I'm a huge perfectionist! Especially when it comes to drawing and music. I get really mad at myself if I can't get it right.

"Well Harry go get the girl some paper and a pencil." Mrs. Cox joked half-heartedly. Harry chuckled, shaking his head making his curls sway side to side. He picked me up before placing me on the couch where he was recently sitting.

Once Harry left Mrs. Cox turned to me with a smile, but then it slowed faded into a frown. Not an angry one, but a more upset one. What did I- Does she know? Oh shit Harry told her. Did all of the boys tell their families?

"I'm so sorry sweetheart." She suddenly blurted out, pulling me into an unexpected hug. Now it's obvious she knows. I wrapped my arms around her, fighting back the tears that were about to fall. "You don't need to apologize. It was my fault." I choked out, managing to keep the tears from releasing.