I guess I have I call Harry's house mine. Well until the officers figure out something.
"Do you think I will have to live with my supposed "mom" because I really don't want to?" I sniffle.
"I'm not sure baby, but I will always be here. You can live with me." He looks away from the steering weal at me.
"I'm only 17 and your about to be 20." I cry.
"You will be 17 on Wednesday baby. I promise I will be with you no matter what." He leans over and kisses me.
"What if they keep us apart?" I cry thinking if all the negatives.
"Nobody will ever keep us apart." He assures me.
"Promise?"
"I promise baby." He says placing his hand on my knee.
We get to Harry's house and I run in crying. I can't help it. My grandfather is dead!
"Baby calm down and breath." Harry says laying next to me on his bed.
"I-I c-c-cant." I sob.
"Hush little baby don't you cry your boyfriends alway gonna be by your side." Harry sings to me.
"I don't know what to do." I say drying up my tears.
"I promise you, they will never ever break us apart. I love you more then you can even imagine. I couldn't think of my life without you."
"They won't ever Harry. I love you so much." I tear up again. The next thing I know my phone is ringing. It's the police station.
"Hello." I answer trying to dry up my tears.
"Hello may I speak with Ms. Evans?" A man on the other line says.
"This is her." I state.
"Hi, I have some news. We found your mother and we need you to be staying with her."
I begin to cry. I can't leave Harry alone. I know if I do that I will do something dumb.
"Okay. When do I see her?" I ask trying to sound like I'm not crying.
"We would love for you to come in around 4."
"Okay." I say and hang up the phone.
"What's going on?" Harry asks worried.
"Their making me move with my mother." I say emotionless.
"When?" Harry asks.
"Today." I have till 4 to me there." I say tearing up again. I can feel a knot in my throat growing.
"We'll be okay baby. Just a year." He smiles trying to cheer me up.
"Well it's 2 and I only have 2 hours till I meet the crazy bitch." I sigh.
"Well how about we spend some time together." Harry suggests.
"No need. They won't keep you from me." I say and kiss him.
"I love you." He says kissing my lips over and over again making me smile.
"Harry Styles, you make me smiles." I giggle.
"There's that laugh I missed!" He smiles.
"I guess.." I sigh and his face falls again.
"I'm sorry baby." He says pulling me into a hug.
"I'm going to go to the bathroom." I sigh and stand up and walk to the bathroom. I take my makeup bag with me and pull out my eyeliner sharpener. I use my nail to unscrew the screw. I pull the blade out of it and turn on the water in the sink. I cut my wrist deep and do the same to the other. I can't take it. All the stress and horrible things. I run my wrists under the water. I begin to cry and pull my arms out from the water. The blood instantly pours down my hands.
"Liberty I swe-" he stops in his tracks as I throw my hands behind my back.
"What the fuck?" He screams and grabs my arms and holds them so the blood will stop.
"I can't do it! It's my decision Harry! Leave me alone!" I yell an try to pull my wrists from his grip but it doesn't work.
"I would die if you left me! You promised you wouldn't!" He yells.
"I'm sorry!" I cry and hold him. "I just don't know what to do.." I whisper in his neck.
"Let me clean you up and wrap that up and we can talk. I love you so much baby." He cries and pulls away to look at my wrists.
"Sorry I got blood all over your shirt." I sniffle.
"Don't worry about it." He says and wraps my wrists with some wrap stuff.
"I'm sorry I hurt you." I say as he finishes.
"Shit happens." He shrugs it off.
"I love you." I tell him.
"Mmhmm."
"Are you mad at me?"
"Liberty, I don't understand how you could be that selfish." He says looking into my eyes.
"I wasn't thinking!" I cry.
"Don't do it again!" He screams.
"I won't!" I scream right back.
"Good now hug me." He says and pulls me into his chest.

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Unconditional
FanfictionA brutal horrific love story between Liberty Evans and her boyfriend Harry Styles. With some cheating and money offered? How will they adapt to the tasks that they try to overcome? Will they always be the same spunky punk kids forever? Or will they...