3rd person
Bella believed nothing other than that the confirmed death or Harold Edward Styles was her fault. She hadn't blamed herself out loud anymore because she was just tired of getting the same lecture.
Ashton was staying at her apartment now, as well as the others, but they weren't home at the moment because there was an important meeting for the lads.
Bella moped around her kitchen, her face pale with dark circles and a dull gaze in her eyes. She made herself a cup of coffee then walked into the living room, she sat and hesitantly turned on the TV.
For four days Harry was all over the news and she didn't want hear about it. Although, along with talk about Harry came a mug shot of Casey and that satisfied Bella as much as it possibly could, it was also a relief.
Maybe, if and when she gets over Harry's passing, she can start over. Start her life fresh and just put everything behind her.
Maybe.
The TV was on the news and Harry's face immediately came onto it. Bella clicked it off seconds later, biting her lip as she stared at her coffee.
She took a few sips before setting it on the coffee table in front of her.
There was really nothing to do here, especially without the lads home. Although she hadn't been talking to them much, it was still lonely.
There was nothing to clean, nothing to read, nothing to watch. Eventually she decided to put her shoes on and go for a walk. So after slipping on her Free Runs she walked outside leaving her lukewarm coffee set on the coffee table still pretty full.
She popped her ear buds in and turned on her music.
After walking for a while she turned into the park and sat down on a bench, pulling out her phone.
She watched a kid run by her, yelling for her mom to pass the ball they were playing with. A little boy waddled between his mom and dad in the corner of the park, he's probably just learned how to walk.
"Mummy?!" Someone yelled. Bella's head snapped to the other side. A little boy, probably seven or eight years old, looked around frantically for his mother.
"Mummy?" He cried, "Help me."
Bella bit her lip, looking around for a second. Finally she pulled her earbuds out, wrapping them around her phone before tucking it away in her pocket.
Still, the boy stood there looking for his mum and he sounded so scared. Bella walked over; sped over.
"Hi Hun, what's wrong?" She asked softly. The little boy's lip quivered before he burst into tears.
"Mummy left me," he sobbed, "She doesn't love me, but I loved my mum."
Bella knelt down she she was a bit shorter then the boy now.
"Shh, calm down. It's okay. What do you mean mummy left you?" She asked, lightly placing her hand on the boy's shoulder.
"She-she-"
Then Bella realized what was different about this little boy, he had an Irish accent.
"She left. I thought this was a vacation. She said it was a vacation mam." He sniffled, "I heard her say she'd leave me-this is what she meant?!" He panicked, his little voice exhausted and weak.
"Im sure she didn't leave babe," Bella stood up, ruffling his dirty blonde hair.
He shook his head, wiping his eyes. "She did, she's going to go back home without me. We need to go on our plane right now."
Bella could feel it, she knew she couldn't say anything to make the boy believe he wasn't being ditched by his mum-because he was.
She's seen many different cases, but this was common. Horrible, but common.
"Where's home?" Bella asked.
"Ireland."
She didn't know what she was doing at all when some words sputtered out of her mouth and a little boy, who she didn't even know the name of, agreed to go to her house until she could figure something out.
Maybe she'd wait until the lads got home, they'd know what to do.
"C'mon love," she smiled warmly, grabbing his hand and leading him across the park and back over to her house.
"So, what's your name?" Bella asked.
"Ricky Bryan O'Donelly." He stated cheekily, "can you tell me your name?"
"I'm Bella," She smiled, feeling suddenly overly happy and she didn't know why. Kids have that power sometimes, the cheeky little boy who stood by her kinda reminded her of Luke with his quaffed hair and little dimple poking in on the side of his face.
"I'm 6 and a half," he informed Bella, "And I lost my first tooth five days ago."
"Oh yeah?" Bella smiled, "I was really excited when I lost my first tooth too, i had my dad pull mine out because I was scared."
Ricky laughed, "I ate sticky candy and it came out!"
***
"Do you want something to eat? I have fruit snacks and graham crackers and-"
"Teddy Graham's?" He asked, thrilled. Bella laughed and nodded. "I'll have those please."
She smirked, handing him the crackers. He took the juice box she just gave him and his crackers before skipping off into the living room with Bella leading him.
She turned on the TV, luckily the news was on a commercial so she had time to put on a kids show before Harry's face appeared in front of her.
"Thank you, a lot." Ricky smiled brightly at Bella before looking back at the tv.
Bella walked back into the kitchen, grabbing her phone and a juice box for herself because why not-Mikey would probably be mad since it was the second to last one but...
The two watched every show on the channel, about an hour later Ricky had fallen asleep and the front door opened.
Bella jumped up, her eyes finally moving from Ricky. She walked into the kitchen yelling at the boys to hush.
"Be quiet," she whisper yelled, "Michael, quiet!"
He opened the door to grab a drink and grabbed a juice box.
"That's not for you," Bella smacked his hand, tossing the drink back into the fridge.
Unseen, Luke had made it into the living room. And came rushing back to the door with wide eyes.
"Did you kidnap someone?!" Luke asked, pointing over to the living room.
"No," Bella rolled her eyes, "It's-well-it's complicated."
"Bella, there's a little boy sleeping on your couch. How could it get more complicated?!"
