Golden

Chapter 5

Harry's POV

I felt genuinely bad for Bella. Now that her mother killed herself, Bella had to live all on her own. "Wait, how old are you?" I asked Bella. "I'm 15. About to be 16", she said to us.

"Bella, you realize that the law states you can't be living alone until you're 18?" Louis asked. Bella nods her head. "Yes, I realize that, but please don't tell anyone. I'll end up in an orphanage, I have 3 jobs, 80 dollars a week. I am more than capable of living on my own", Bella freaked.

Bella looked really nervous. "Bella, breathe. It's okay, I promise. If we don't tell someone, we'll end up in jail, or lose our jobs. I happen to like my job", Zayn grabbed Bella's hand.

"What if Bella stays with us until the week is over. Once the week is over, we can figure out what's going to happen with her", Niall suggested. "No I can't. I can't stay, and be a burden. Besides, I have work too", Bella argued.

"It's either you stay with us, or we'll go ahead and tell social services", Bella looked baffled after what Liam told her. "Okay, I'll stay with y'all. But the minute I become annoying, or a burden, you tell me", She compromises.

"Bella, you won't become annoying or a burden. Besides, I want you to call in sick for all week, at all 3 of your jobs", I told her sternly. She groaned. "Harry, you don't understand. I don't have a lot of money, therefore I need to start saving for college", she complained.

"You don't need to worry about that. I know we just met you, but if you need help in the future, we will be more than willing to help. Don't worry about it", Niall nicely said.

Bella had tears pooling in her eyes. "Are you sure? I can get in the way, and be annoying. Are you sure you'd be willing to help me?" The tears ran down her face. "Bella, I just said we'd be more than willing to help", Niall repeated what he'd just said.

Once Bella had wiped her tears, we helped her pack some things for the week. "I have a question", Bella informed us. "When Mom killed herself, how did she do it?" I inhaled deeply.

"I don't think it's a good idea to tell you. You're still grieving, are you sure you want to know?" I wisely asked her. Nodding her head, Bella says yes. "Your Mom got a gun and shot herself", Bella covered her face, sobbing.

We sat there, rubbing her back, comforting her. "I know it's hard now, but I promise it will get easier", I told her, and I truly believed every word of it,