Golden

Chapter 8

Bella's POV

That night, I tossed and turned in the bed. It was so comfortable, and so unrealistic. Just this morning, I was laying in my rock of a bed. Here I was now,  laying in a comfortable bed.

In a house with 5 doctors, whom I just met. It was crazy how fast life can change. The only thing that was on my mind was Mom. Why did she do it? Was it because of me? She did do it on my birthday.

My door opened, showing Harry. "Hey, why are you still awake?" He asked me, worried. I shrugged my shouders. "I can't sleep", Harry made his way to the bed.

Sitting on my bed, he looked at me with warm, soft eyes. "C'mon Bella. Tell me what's on your mind". "Well, I guess, so many things are happening at one time. This morning I was in my apartment, now here I am with you guys", Harry nods his head.

"I understand where you're coming from. It is perfectly reasonable what you're feeling", he gave me a soft smile. "I'm just curious on why Mom did what she did. I thought we were both happy", Harry hugged me tight.

"Y'know, there's not always going to be an answer. Somethings are left better without an answer. You may not know, and it's probably for the best", I nodded my head. "I just don't understand", Harry sighed.

"Some people think their only way to solve a problem is suicide. That's not a solution, because things will get better", he told me.

Harry stood up. "Harry, can you stay with me?" I asked him. "Of course I can. You don't even have to ask twice", he layed on the bed with me, pulling me close to him. "Just take it one day at a time", I close my eyes.

I fell asleep, thinking of his words.

Waking up the next day, I saw a pair of green eyes. He was looking at me. "Good morning Bella", A sleepy smile appeared on Harry's face. "We better get up, considering I have to be at the hospital soon", we get up out of the bed.

I got dressed in the first thing I could find. Going downstairs, 5 boys wearing scrubs were down there. "Morning Bella, we made pancakes", I sat down at the table beside Niall.

"Can I go to work today?" We're just going to be at the hospital all day. I could go to work, earn some more money, come back to the hospital when my shifts are done", I suggested.

"Bella, sweetie, what did we talk about yesterday?" I think back to yesterday. "You told me I needed a break once and a while", I groaned. Liam gave me a look. "Bella, you are only 16 years old, yet you have bags under your eyes. That's telling us you are mentally an physically exhausted. You need a break", Liam tried to convince me.

It would take a lot of convincing before I listened.

"I need the money Liam, you don't understand", I complained. "Bella, I know it's going to take a lot of time to convince you, but you need a break. Whatever happens, we will be willing to help anytime you need it", he gave me a sympathetic look.