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


4. Lyka

(Harry’s POV)


I was walking to the apartment I have been living in for a couple months. I walked down the normal street I usually do to get to the apartment. Then I heard a girl yell for help. I looked to my left and saw a girl, about my age, clutching my stomach against the wall in the alley. I ran up to her. She was beautiful. I saw a tear roll down her cheek. I wiped it away and picked her up princess style.

I carried her out of the alley and turned right, where the apartment was located. I walked to the side of the building. I looked up to the fourth floor which was where an open window was. I smiled. I was here.

I climbed the ladder as best I could, still holding on to the girl. Finally, I got to the fourth landing. I climbed through the window and went straight to the bed, where I laid the girl down.

I looked around for a cloth, where I could get wet and put on the girl’s forehead. I finally found one in the cabinet beneath the sink in the kitchen. I got it wet with cold water and walked back over to the bed and placed it on the girl’s head.

I waited for a minute, and then took the cloth off. I set it on the bed stand and sat on the edge of the bed and watched the girl sleep. She was really pretty.

After a couple hours, I was getting hungry, but I didn’t want to leave the girl’s side just in case she woke up. That night I fall asleep, with my stomach aching of hunger.

The next morning, I checked the girl’s heart; she’s still breathing. I sat on the bed, looking at the ceiling, hoping for the girl to wake up soon.  

That moment, her eyes opened. I rushed by her side. She sat up, but I pushed her shoulder down by her shoulder. She looked at me in awe.

“Am… am I dead?” The girl stammered. I laughed a little. “No, almost though,” I say. Then her tone changes and she says angrily, “Why did you help me? Why didn’t you let me die?” I was shocked. “Calm down, your weak right now,” I reply and get up to go to give the girl space. “Get some rest, love,” I say and turn right into the hallway.

“Hey! I asked you a question,” I her the girl yell at me. I turn around and walk into the door way. “Yes, love?” I ask. “Why didn’t you let me die?” She asks. “Because, I would never do that to anyone, especially a girl as pretty as you,” I reply looking into the girls beautiful blue eyes.

She ducked her head cutely and I notice her blush. I smiled in satisfaction. “Well, get some rest,” I say and go back into the hall way. “Hey!” I hear the girl yell again. I turn around and walk into the room. “Yes, love?” I ask. “What’s your name?” the girl asks.

“Harry,” I reply simply. “I’m Lyka,” the girl replies. What a beautiful name. “I like your name,” I say. Wow, that couldn’t have sounded more stupid, I said to myself. “Thanks,” Lyka replies.

Was I falling in love with a girl when I just learned her name? I can’t be. How was I going to live now? I could barely live by myself. I didn’t know what was going to happen, but I knew that Lyka needed my help.  


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