Chapter 8:
Amelia's POV:
I checked the phone at the wall, the screen kind of cracked. Miranda can running into the room.
"What's wrong?! Are you dead!?" She started to freak out. "No, I'm not dead you idiot," I replied while slapping her on the head. I went over to the wall and picked up Harry's phone, thank god just a cracked screen. Wait, the message is still on the phone.
I quickly turned around to see a curious Miranda. "Isn't that Harry's phone?" She asked and pointed to the phone in my hand. I put my hand behind the back and said, "Psshh, noo. What are you talking about?" She knew I was lying. "Your phone case doesn't have cats on it<" Miranda giggled. Wow, I'm stupid. "Fine, but I need to show something." I showed her the text that Harry sent Louis.
"No, no no no no no. This has to be a fake. Why would the guy that beats me up like me?" Was all she could say. I pulled her in a hug as she started to cry. Just then Steve came into the room and we told him everything. He told us that Simon wanted to see us as soon as possible. I wonder why he wants to see us.
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Bullied, Beaten, and Loved?
FanficHi, my name's Miranda Miller. I'm 16 almost 17 years old. I have an older brother named Dane, but he moved away into a house our unle bought him. I live with my mom and my dad died in a car accident with I first started middle school. I've been bull...
