Not edited, sorry for any errors. I havn't been able to update much because I have school and I'm working really hard on this new story.
Chapter 14
Harry's view
It's been a week, a whole god for saken week. Her father, was shipped off to a prison far away, thank God.
Grace, her self, has been acting weird. More jumpy and fidgety then often, also she's always ice cold. No matter where we are, her hands are ice cubes and she is shivering. We can't seem to figure out why.
"Grace?" I sounded, looking over at her. Her expression was blank as her fingers mashed together again and again.
"Mhm?" she took in a sharp breath, slightly frightened, her head turning to my direction.
"What are you thinking about?" I asked slowly walking over to where she sat on the couch and sat next to her. Her hands stopped and she shoved them under her thighs.
"What am I thinking?" she asked looking at me. I nodded and her gaze averted to the floor. "I don't know..." she said, turning back to look at me. "...I'm cold" she added. I smiled as I pulled her on my lap and hugged her.
The jacket she wore seemed like it had no effect to keep her warm. She snuggled into my chest and closed her eyes.
"Not just on the outside.." her voice was so quiet I almost didn't hear her. I looked down at her, confused and unsure of what she meant. My eye's wondered around till they came in contact with Louis'. He mirrored my expression, he must have heard what she said. He got up from his spot and walked over to where we were, the other lads just now paying attention.
"I'm gonna take her to bed" He said as I shifted her from my arms to his.
"But I'm not tried" Grace suddenly opened her eyes as Louis tried to carry her. "I'm just cold" She repeated.
"Ok then you can just snuggle up in the covers" Louis suggested. She agreed, but jumped from his arms.
"I getting too big to be held..." She said a little disappointed.
"Awe honey, your'll never be too big to be held. I don't even care if you weigh a zillion pounds or not, I'll hold you just as if you were a feather." Louis teased smiling at her before they disapered upstairs.
"Guys, what do you think is wrong with her?" Zayn was the first to ask as they were out of earshot.
It was quiet for a moment till I heard Niall peeped up. "Scaried?" he suggested.
It would make sense that what she was feeling was scared. She did just encounter her abusive father who wanted to keep her. Thats got to be scary on her part at, any age.
But we don't know.
Louis' view
"Grace?" I looked at her questionably as she stood by my bed. "You want to tell me something?" I asked knelling down in front of her. Her eyes didn't meet mine but she turned and climbed in the bed, bring the duvet all the way up to her chin as she crulled up into a small ball.
I climbed over her and under the covers. I wasn't sure of what to do or say. I mean I definitly didn't want to push her into talking and her getting upset with me.
I took in a quiet breathe preparing myself to say something.
"Lou? Can I ask you something?" Her voice peeped up, susprizing me at first.
"Yes, anything" I assured.
"Whats jail like?" I wasn't expected that question at all.
"Uh I don't really know because i've never been, but I do know that its for bad people who break the laws."
"Whats it look like?"
"It uh, is big but has small cells where the bad people stay in, and can't leave." I answered.
"So are they locked in?" She looked at me with this look that I couldn't quite read.
"Yeah.. why are you asking?"
"...He said he loved me and that he wants to be a real dad." "But I didn't believe him, because he's said it before. He lied a lot and never kept his promises. But still for some reason I said I loved him and that it was okay..." she kinda dazed off, nugding the duvet with her shoulder. It was slient for a while as I observed her, a jabbing sensation in my heart.
"Now I know...that he isn't a good man and he needs to be put away. Locked away in jail. But I feel bad because I heard him say once that he couldn't go to jail because he said it was dirty and too small. He also said that he couldn't stand small areas and that people die in jail." She looked up at me. "It's makes my heart feel cold thinking that it would be my fault if he died in there." She says, her eyes starting to water.
My heart broke and shattered seeing her like this. I wrapped my arms around her as best as I could as we were still laying down and pulled her into my chest. I felt her forcefully sob into my shirt.
"No honey, it would never be your fault. You should never feel bad about it ether, he was the adult and he made bad descions and put himself there. You don't have to worry about him, he's an adult." I held her tight.
"You're here and we love you, thats all that matters." I whispered kissing the top of her head.
"I love you guys too... but i miss my long hair too." she unburied her head and looked up at me.
"It'll grow back, I promise." I smiled whipping her tears away with my thumb. She smiled at me and ran the back of her hand under her nose.
"Can we all sleep in the living room tonight, again like we did when I was sick" She asked with hope. I lightly laughed.
"Of course!" A giant smile spread across her face and her eyes light up.
"I call middle!" she laughed sitting up.
"Alright" She leaned down and kissed me on the forehead. Then she said she loved me again and ran off, pulling my big duvet with her.
"Big comfy bed here we come!!" She yelled dragging the fabric down the stairs. I got up and shuffled down stairs to see she had climbed onto Liam's lap and pulled the cover over her head as she laughed.
Liam lifted the cover up and put it over his head too. "Psst Grace" he whipsered. "wanna hear a secret?" We could see her head nod from under the duvet. "Louis' feet smell!!" Liam and Grace both giggled.
"Yup, sometimes there smell like oninons and poop" she laughed. Harry nudged my side with his elbow.
"They do sometimes." he laughed nodding. I shurgged.
"Its called manly feet sweat!" I defended myself.
They laughed and both Liam and Grace came out from under the duvet. The smile on her face made me unoffened of the fact they were making fun of my smelly feet.
I would do anything to keep that smile on her face though.
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FanficA little girl named Grace, age 9, and her father. Her mom couldn't recover from the birth of Grace and died. Her father abuses her because of it, and she can't do anything to stop it. But since she can't, can her neighbors help?? The British/Irish f...