Heart Beats Harder » NH [English Translation]

Chapter 2

Time passes, people change, times too, but the memories remain.

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I go inside the house where I address myself to the couch, crying uncontrollably. This hurts. It hurts a lot.

I get up from the couch, going to the room shelf pulling out an album of photographs. I sit down again and began to defoliate the album leaves.

Photos I embraced as a child my parents, I photos and Harry playing on the ground, making cakes. Photos when I dropped my first tooth, well ... pictures of everything ... until I see a picture of me and hugged Liam.

And that's where the memories with him comes my head.

I remember every moment I spent with him. It for me was my hero, it was he who took care of me, it was with him that I gave my first kiss at 13, was with him that I learned the best things was with him that I began to be jealous, and went with him I learned what was the meaning of love, but it was also with him the meaning of pain, of sadness, of sorrow, of all that is bad.

You do not know what love is truly doing everything for him and then reach a point he get you to call names, tell you not to suck, you're a fool, that his worst mistake was to have asked me in dating. But still I could not give it up. He was the love of my life, even though he called me names all I loved him, loved him more and more.

But worst of all was when I said I was pregnant and that the child was his, know what he did? He screamed at me to abort, because this son had been a mistake. And even if I did not miscarry he would never assume paternity.

I begin to feel someone shaking me.

"Sam wake up!" someone yells close to my ears

I open my eyes fixing on Catherine, longer treated by Cat.

A girl with green eyes, dark blond hair ... it was a very beautiful girl

"What do you want?" I say all sleepy

"Tiny, it's time to go to class!" speaks loudly

Okay, I was just sleeping, that was just a dream ... I'm glad it was. Of course, Liam, that boy with brown hair, brown eyes, honey super, was that boy heartless in my dream. And of course Niall, a blond boy, blue eyes were a sweet, dear one, who cares about everyone and everything ... Ah, ah, ah, of course he is not. Niall is a heartless guy, crude, cruel, among other nasty things. But why am I talking about it?

It was even a dream, for the soul of who I am 19 years old and a mother? Only even in dreams! I'm 18 years old and I am a university in the marketing course.

"Okay, Cat!" I get up from the bed and seen a practical clothes.

"Harry, sent me a message and is now in university," she says looking at your mobile phone

In fact Harry is my friend since childhood. We say that we both can not live without each other. We are like we are brothers.

"Okay ... !"

I take breakfast - chocolate milk, warm - and then immediately do my morning hygiene ...