Part 2: Another problem.

Bella’s POV:

That dia my dad would come back from Italy. Catherine was much better and she would go to Russia in the seguinte weekend. My mom loved travelling so much. She was not the kind of housewife. I really admired her and the way she controlled everything. I was preparing for school alone. The band had moved back to their house early that morning. This house became to be peaceful and quiet again. I couldn’t wait to see my dad that afternoon. He must bring some new recipes from Italy for me.

I called:
“Mihrap, hurry up if you don’t want to be late for school.”
She shouted while running downstairs:
“Ok, here, here.”

Those days, Mihrap and I were getting closer. I found that she was really sweet and kind. Actually, she was not a quiet one. She told me that she was just too shy to make friends. My dad would be so happy to see her. We had some chats about schoolwork and boys while we was walking to school. Mihrap kept talking about Zayn all the time. She must have been all into him.
I teased:
“You are crazy about Zayn, Mihrap.”
She blushed:
“No, I don’t.”
I laughed:
“Don’t deny. Your face tells me very clearly.”

Mihrap couldn’t say anything but smile blushly. All of a sudden, when we reached our school, a group of about 10 girls or mais stopped us while many students was stading over and looking at us. A tall girl smirked with Mihrap:
“I have no idea that how can an angel like Mihrap can go with such a devil like you, Isabella.”
I bit my bottom lips and asked back:
“What do you mean?”
They laughed at me:
“Oh, how angelic you are, Bella! Fuck off, bitch! When we directioners let you amor Niall, you should have known that it was a privilege.”

A terrible girl snatched my hair and spitted at my face, saying:
“But you slut want our two perfect boys, not one. Now do you understand what we are saying?”
I pushed her hands off my hair, shouting:
“It is not your business! Go away!”

As soon as the words slipped away from my mouth, all of them came to slap me rudely. It was really hurt. They snatched my haird and tried to cut it. At that moment I only thought that I couldn’t let these girls cut my beautiful hair, so I raised my hand to prevent them from cutting my hair. And they accidentally cut my right hand. It was bleeding a lot but no one cared. I had to cover my hand with my T-shirt while being punched por these girls. They came to try to tear my clothes. I tried to attack and they laughed:
“Oh bitch! Don’t be shy! We see all your perfect body on the Internet. Fuck you, slut!”

I couldn’t do anything because they were too many. I could hear Mihrap’s desperate voice outside. Some girls even threw eggs and their heels at me. They were still hitting me very hard that I couldn’t see anything. I thought I was going to faint. And suddenly I heard a familiar voice:
“Stay away from her!”
The girls shouted:
“Niall! How can you protect her after everything she’s done to you?”
He said without a doubt:
“I amor Bella!”

Then Niall took off his casaco, casaco de lã and put it on me. He lifted my off the ground and hugged me with his wide arms. I could fell the love, the peace and the warmth in his arms. I closed my eyes and drifted off.
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Bella’s POV:

When I opened my eyes, I was in Louis’s car with Mihrap and Niall beside me. Niall was dressing the wounds in my arms carefully. Looking at his sad face, I burst into tears and hugged him immediately. Niall tried to smile:
“Bella, let’s me finish it first.”

I wheeled:
“Niall…Niall…Niall…Boo hoo…Boo hoo…”
I had no words to say. I just could say his name out loud. Niall rubbed my back, consoling:
“It’s okey now. I’m here. No one can hurt you anymore. I’m sorry.”
My tears dropped on his shoulder. Niall burst into tears too. He sobbed:
“I couldn’t urso it when I saw them hurt you, Bella.”
Finally we parted a little and I wiped my tears away. I asked:
“Vas happening? Why do they know that?”

Zayn, sitting on the front seat, said:
“Mihrap, go to google and procurar the word ‘Isabella Lockwood and Zayn Malik’ for her.”
Mihrap hurriedly opened her laptop and seached it. google gave about 1 million results in just 0,22 second. The first thing we saw was a clip from youtube with the name “Two members of One direction fight each other over Isabella.”
Mihrap clicked the link and opened the video.
“Oh my god.” I shouted when I saw the video.

The video last about 10 minutos from the scene I walked into Zayn’s room till the scene Niall punched Zayn. I was so scared to see Mihrap’s face. I was so scared that I would lose her too. I couldn’t lose anyone else. But I realized that I had an awesome friend when I heard Mihrap say:
“Damn! I will find the one that did this and kill him or her. Louis, can you please drive us to Bella’s house. I have to figure it out.”
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Mihrap’s POV:

I couldn’t believe there was any person in this world that could do that to Bella. As soon as we reached Bella’s house, I rushed into Zayn’s room and opened the video. The band and Bella followed me, asking:
“What are you doing, Mihrap?”

I said:
“I’m finding the camera. As you can see from this video, the camera must have been put at a high place.”
I did a quick procurar all over the room and stopped at the window. The view of the camera was very narrow so where could it be?
“Oh I see!” I shouted “It must be there. I found it.”

Everyone asked hurriedly:
“Really? Really? Where?”
I immediately climbed the window and opened the curtain.
“Ah huh, I found it.” I said in excitement. “Zayn, give me a new handkerchief in your wardrobe.”

Taking the handkerchief from Zayn’s hand, I soothingly held the small camera with my both hands and jumped onto the ground. I put it on the mesa, tabela and took my phone out of my pocket. I dialed the police’s number and said:
“Hello, sir. There is a break into here. Yeah yeah, Mr Charlie Lockwood’s. Okey, Thanks.”

I turned to tell them:
“The police will come here right now.”