Chapter 11;

Harry's POV.

"Who the fuck is Daniel," I asked, staring at Sara as G clung to Niall on the floor, bawling.

"Come with me," Sara said, motioning towards the doorway. I nodded and looked at Niall, who picked G off the floor and took her to her bed.

"I'll stay with her," he muttered as I follow Sara out of G's hearing range.

"So Daniel," I asked, collapsing on her bed and running a hand through my hair. Sara and I never really talked much, but she had a calm and comforting presence.

Sara sighed, and told me that this might take awhile. I nodded, I didn't care. I had to know what I'd done to hurt G. I motioned her to continue and she nodded.

"Daniel," she said softly, trying to control her own anger, "Is G's exboyfriend." she paused to look at me. I didn't react. That was it? I've had exgirlfriends and I don't act like that.

"Oh?" I asked, hinting that I wanted more information. Suddenly it all came spilling out of Sara like vomit.

"He abused her. In every way possible. Verbally at first. You see she's so skinny, but afraid to wear a bathing suit. That's because he called her fat so much that she developed an eating disorder. He abused her sexually, and anytime she'd make noise, he'd hit her, which is why what just happened did. He abused her physically. Check out her back sometime, she's got scars." I gaped at Sara and all she could do was nod. She griped the arm of the chair so hard that I thought she may break it or her fingers. My mind raced and it all made sense.

"G reacted so much faster to Hannah because last year, she was that girl. The one that was sinking slowly, except no one helped her as fast as she helped Hannah. G is lucky to be alive. The whole reason we came to London was for her to get away from it all." Sara started to cry, bringing up memories she didn't want. I just stared at my feet. That had happened to G. All of this had happened to her. I took a deep breath.

"Where is he now," I spoke through gritted teeth and she looked reluctant to answer.

"He lives in the next town over," Sara murmured and for the first time I realized that they had thick accents that were different from other Americans. No wonder G's voice was so enticing. I took a deep breath. This asshole lived close to us. I could easily just-

"Harry," Niall said, interrupting my thoughts, I picked up my head, brushing my hair out of my face. "She wants you." I nodded and got up, thanking Sara for telling me the story. I heard Niall ask her what was wrong with G. It surprised me how close we'd all gotten so fast, and how much the boys all cared for her and Sara. I walked out of the room as Sara whispered everything. I didn't go into her room, I just stood in the doorway. Louis had found her and was talking to her, I smiled slightly at his immaturity.

"Now G, stop your crying, cause you'll soon wake Kevin from his napping," Louis winked and she smiled, wiping her eyes. Louis grinned and stood up, ruffling her hair.

"Cheer up munchkin, and let my Hazza take care of you," Louis said, swatting my on the chest on his way out the door, I doubled over, losing my breath with the unexpected blow. I looked up and G's blue eyes met mine. They were sparkling, but instead of with happiness, it was with unshed tears. If I ever met Daniel, I'll kill him.

"I'm so sorry Harry," she spoke softly, he voice pained. I couldn't take this. I sat on her bed, taking her face in my hands. She cringed, and I sighed.

"G, I'd never do that. Ever. You have to know that." her eyes welled up again, but the emotion seemed different this time. "I was raised to treat a woman right, and I intend to do that with you. As long as you'd like me to." She nodded and gave me a small smile. All I wanted to do was take her in my arms and hold her, but there was something I needed to see. "Turn around," I pleaded and she gave me a knowing glance before reluctantly spinning around. I pulled up her shirt slowly, and sure enough, Sara was right. I ran my hand gently across the long scar that ran from her left hip to her mid back. How had I not noticed this when we were swimming? Because you were drunk. I hated myself at this moment. G turned back around, and looked at me. That's it, she just stared. I was about to say something when the door burst open. Raina stood there, out of breath and wide eyed. Her gaze traveled from me to G then back to me. She composed herself. Then her eyes fell to the floor.

"There's someone on the phone," Raina breathed, and she looked at G, "It's for you." She handed the phone to her and I watched as she gingerly raised the receiver up to say hello. Her face fell and her grip on the phone tightened in annoyance. I looked at Raina, but her eyes were focused only on G. She hung up the phone, throwing it across the room.

"I warned you about her," Raina whispered and walked slowly down the hall. I stared at G in confusion, but she wouldn't look at me. I put a hand on her shoulder, but she shrugged it off. After what seemed like hours, G finally looked at me, hate in her eyes.

"That was Charlie," she hissed, and I knew exactly what she'd said.

"G, no." I said, reaching a hand to grab her, but she jerked away, storming down the hall.

Gurveer's POV:

This bitch is officially number one on my shit list.

"Sara," I screeched, anger taking over, I didn't even bother knocking, I threw open the door. Niall's eyes widened and I saw him pull away from Sara quickly. He came towards me slowly, and took my hand. Did everyone know about this? Was I the only one who was wishing this was some sick joke?

"G," Niall's voice was soothing, "Don't overreact. They've been nuttin' for a long time now." I tried not to snap at him, I tried to calm myself down.

"You expect me not react badly to this?" I scoffed, yanking my hand from his grasp. Harry was in the doorway, I knew without turning around, but he wasn't alone. I heard Louis and Zayn talking quietly to each other. I turned around to face Harry.

"Were you ever going to tell me?" I didn't want the answer, but I knew what it would be. He thought he could just get along fine not telling me. Fuck no. Harry shook his head, his curls falling in his face, but he didn't bother fixing them. His eyes pleaded me to forgive him. For once everyone was silent, even Louis, who stared at me with the same expression as Harry. All the boys shared the same expression. If one of them, they all hurt. I'd said this myself, and I wished that I didn't have to be constantly reminded.

"Am I the only one who doesn't know what the fuck is going on right now," Sara chimed in. I didn't answer her though, I just stared at Harry.

"If you tell her, then I'll forgive you." I took a gamble, wanting to hear the words from him because part of me didn't believe they were true.

"G has just found out that I sort of invited a friend down for a few days," Harry said, rubbing his neck in nervousness.

"Who?" Sara asked.

"Charlie." I looked at Sara to see her reaction. I'd told her everything. The look she gave Harry was priceless, and I almost laughed.

"I," she said, looking for the right words, "Well, looks like I'll be barricading myself in this room for the time being. When's the bitch arrive. Please tell me it's after tomorrow. If she ruins Mardi Gras for me, I'll kill her." My eyes danced with amusement. I loved Sara when she was pissy even more than I loved her when she was happy.

"She'll be here on Friday," Harry sighed, "She leaves Sunday." I looked at Harry and as much as it pained me to even think this, I knew what had to be done.

"For you, I'll put up with her." He smiled and mouthed thank you. As much as I was reluctant to drink after the recent incident, I knew that tomorrow, I'd be getting shitfaced just for the hope that I could forget that that bitch was coming. I silently thanked God that whore was not a contagious disease, then walked into Harry's open arms.

"It'll be alright, I won't leave your side," He murmured into my hair, but all I could do was smile and hold him tighter. Any anger toward him was gone, he had a way of doing that.