Chapter 8: Telling Liam
Hope's POV:
"Care to explain what that was?" Well, here goes nothing.
"Okay Liam, I'm about to tell you something that I've only ever told to one other person. And even though I've just met you, I feel like I can trust you." He started to look at me with a really worried look on his face. "You just have to promise me that you won't tell anyone. Not even the other boys. Especially Niall." He looked like a lost puppy when I said that. He looks so cute! Wait, what? Hope seriously?!
He looked a bit uneasy but slowly nodded his head, "Okay I promise."
I took one big deep breath. Okay here goes nothing.
"Okay, my name is Hope Horan. I was born in Mullingar, Ireland nearly eighteen years ago. My mothers name is Maura. My brothers names are Greg And Niall Horan. Yes Niall is my brother. About five years ago before he auditioned for the X-Factor, my mother died in a car crash. I witnessed it. I was with her. We got hit by a drunk driver. After I got out of my coma, the doctors told me she died on impact. Right after that, Niall auditioned for the X-Factor and ever since that night I've never seen him once. The first few months he would call regularly but as time went on the amount began to deteriorate. And soon became none at all. By the time the second year rolled around. He never called, never skyped, never visited, nor texted. Every time I would try to contact him he would never respond. I haven't heard from him in over four years. Then suddenly Louis, Harry and Zayn decide that I'm the one they want to kidnap and it ends up Niall's here. The sad thing is, he didn't recognize me, and I'm not sure if I want him to yet. I may have matured in five years but you would think that he should be able to know who is own sister is." I had to stop in the middle because a sob decided to leave my lips. Liam stepped forward and wiped the tears, that I didn't even know fell, off my cheeks.
He took me into his embrace where I started sobbing into his chest. "Shh don't cry love, I'm here."
"But that's not even all of it Liam. When Niall left our dad started going out drinking ever week. I thought nothing of it cause we're Irish we love beer. But once a week, turned into twice a week, then that turned into every night. Every night he would come home absolutely bladdered. H-he started to hit me. I-it started with him just slapping me b-but the longer it carried on he would start to k-kick me, punch me, and t-throw me against walls. H-he hurt me s-so much Liam. O-one time he almost r-r-raped me. B-but I got away and locked my self in my room. And in the mornings he would not even know what happened the night before. Then it would start all over again at dinner time. Him calling me names, breaking a plate or two, then him beating me. H-he blames me for my mom dying. He says that I should have d-died that night. Not her." After that I couldn't take it anymore I collapsed into Liam's arms. He just held me in his arms. I didn't mind that he didn't say anything. All I needed was for him to be there to comfort me. I needed a shoulder to cry on, and I'm glad that it was Liam's shoulder. I feel like besides Janie. he's the only person I can trust.
He led me over to "my bed" and sat me down. We both just sat there. I could feel my tears soaking through his shirt but I couldn't stop them from flowing.
He sat there, hugging me while striking my hair. After a few minutes I heard soft humming coming from his mouth into my hair. I had never heard the song before so I assumed it was one of theirs. The soft humming soon turned into lyrics.
"Written in these walls are the stories that I can't explain
leave my heart open but it stays right here empty for days
she told me in the morning she don't feel the same about us in her bones
seems to me that when I die these words will be written on my stone
and I'll be gone, gone tonight
the ground beneath my feet is open wide
the way that I've been holding on to tight
but nothing in between
the story of my life, I take her home
I drive all night to keep her warm in time
it's fro-o-ozen
the story of my life I give her hope
I spend a load until she's broke inside
the story of my life
written in these walls are the colors that I can't change
leave my heart open but it stays right here in its cage
I know that in the morning now I see us in the light upon it here
although I am broken my heart untrained still
and I'll be gone gone tonight
the fire beneath my feet is burning bright
the way that I've been holding on so tight
with nothing in between
the story of my life, I take her home
I drive all night to keep her warm in time
it's fro-o-ozen
the story of my life I give her hope
I spend a load until she's broke inside
the story of my life
and I'll be waiting for this time
to come around
but baby running after you
is like chasing the clouds
the story of my life
I take her home
I drive all night to keep her warm in time
it's fro-o-ozen
the story of my life I give her hope
I spend a load until she's broke inside
the story of my life
the story of my life
the story of my life
the story of my life"
"No matter what happens Hope, you will always have me."
Those were the last things I heard until I slipped into a deep sleep with Liam's arms wrapped around me securely.
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A/N
Hey sorry for not updating but I'm on my plane back to the U.S at the moment so I decided you all deserved another update.
I hope you are all enjoying this story so far. There's a little bit of Lope/Hiam action going on. ;)
Comment on what their ship name should be. Also what do you think will happen next!
If you have any ideas on what you wish to happen leave them in the comments!
Anyway I hoped you liked this chapter! Thank you all so much for supporting my story! I love you all so much! Until next time ;)
~Em xoxo
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