Three Little Words

Her parents have been fighting for years. Nineteen year old Lyka and her ten year old younger sister, Macy are forced apart when their father sweeps Lyka to England unexpectedly. She and her dad arrive in Holmes Chapel, Cheshire England, where her dad is from and live in a small apartment together. Lyka believes her life is miserable and over. One night, she says good bye to everything she knows and runs away, but she didn’t know where to go. Lyka walks forever and is starving and dehydrated. She had no money, the only clothes she owned were the ones on her back and her half charged phone which was in her back pocket. The next morning she wakes up in a place she didn’t know, with a boy that she didn’t even know. She hates the boy at first, but her feelings change through the whole story. Find out more in Three Little Words


7. Discovered

I learned how Harry got the guitar from Neville the next day after we got it. It turns out that Neville and Harry were in the war together and Harry and him were friends. When Neville had gotten shot in the lower back, Harry knew better to leave him. Harry had carried him, almost getting shot himself. Harry had saved Neville’s life and Neville has done anything for Harry anytime. I had asked why Harry never asked Neville if he could stay at his house. Harry replied that he didn’t like taking advantage of Neville. I understood.

Harry and I made a lot of money out of him singing and me playing. We made about seventy five dollars a day, which we saved up for things we both, dreamed of having. Then the day we were discovered changed our whole lives.

Like usual, Harry and I arrived at the grocery store, with a small crowd already waiting for us to perform. We had become pretty famous at this small store. The crowd smiled and cheered as we approached and Harry and I waved to the crowd as we made our way through.

Harry and I sat next to each other on the bench. I smile at him and smile. I knew what song to play. I start strumming my guitar and the small crowd clapped and applauded and also grew bigger.

Then Harry started singing the first verse.

“Just a small town girl

Livin’ in a lonely world

She took the midnight train goin’ anywhere” Harry smiled at me. It was time for me to sing.

  “Just city boy

Born and raised in south Detroit

He took the midnight train goin’ anywhere,” I sang Harry and I smiled at each other as I played the guitar. I looked at the crowd now. It was probably the biggest we have ever had.


“A singer in a smoky room

The smell of wine and cheap perfume

For a smile they can share the night

It goes on and on and on and on” Harry sang. The crowd went crazy.


“Singers waiting, up and down the boulevard

Their shadows searching in the night

Streetlights people, living just to find emotion

Hiding, somewhere in the night,” Harry and I sang together. The crowd cheered so loud, we could barely hear ourselves.

It was my turn to sing again.

“Working hard to get my fill,

Everybody wants a thrill

Payin’ anything to roll the dice,

Just one more time”

“Some will win, some will lose

Some where born to sing the blues

Oh, the movie never ends

It goes on and on and on and on” Harry sang smiling at the crowd. By the second, we got money in the hat that Harry had set in front of us. Soon, it was overfilling.


Harry and I sang the chorus together again then finished. The crowd cheered and yelled for more from us.  

We smiled and played more songs for the crowd for about an hour. Then we both got tired and announced we were done for the day. The crowd understood and spread out. Harry and I picked up the money and I slung the guitar behind my back and we started walking to the apartments.

“Excuse me,” a male voice says to us. Harry and I turned around, expecting somebody from the crowd. Instead, there was two three men, all of them in suits. Two of the men were in the back, both with black hair. The one in front, who had short blonde hair, was smiling widely, his blue eyes glistening in the sunlight. “Are you the couple that has been playing?” The man in the front asked. “Yes, sir,” Harry replied. “I wanted to tell you that I am interested in putting you in a booth and taping you guys for a sample. I think you both would do great in the music industry,” The man says.

I looked surprisingly at the man. “Are you serious?” I asked excitedly. “Yes, I’m Mark Jenson, by the way,” Mark said holding out his hand for us to shake. “I’m Lyka Lane,” I say smiling and shaking the man’s hand happily. “I’m Harry Styles,” Harry said. “Nice to meet you two,” Mark says. “This is Dan and Steve,” Mark says pointing to the man on his right first, then left.

“Nice to meet you all,” I say. “So, where do you guys live, so that we could go there and talk about this privately? My office is quite a ways from here,” Mark says. Harry and I exchange nervous glances. “So,” Mark asks looking at both of us.

“Well, we actually don’t live really anywhere. We stay at this vacant apartment about five minutes away. It’s because we’re runaways,” Harry explains sadly, pausing before saying runaways. “I’m very sorry and you both know it’s illegal to do that, right” Mark asks eyeing us.

“Yes, but we do everything we could to survive,” I say looking down. “Okay, well, we are staying at a hotel about five minutes away, car ride. And we will book you a room. Come on,” Mark says walking to a big black SUV. Harry and I look surprisingly at Mark then followed him.

Steve gets in the drivers seat and starts the car when we are all in the car. When we start driving, my eyes start tearing up. How could this happen to us, just plain teens that sang outside the grocery store? Harry notices me and wraps his arms around me.

“So I’m going to pretended that I ever heard where you guys live,” Mark says. “Because, I can’t have your talents go to waste. Just promise that you both won’t do that again. You know, live somewhere when your not supposed to,” Mark says turning around facing us. Harry and I both nod gratefully. “Thank you so much for everything Mark,” I say smiling. “No problem Lyka. You both are exceptional kids,” Mark says as he turns around.    

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