Me, Him, Us

I almost broke his ankle and he still loves me. We had a big fight and he still loves me. I am ordinarlly amazing and he still loves me. And guess what? I love him too. My name is Angie Blight. His name is Harry Styles. This isn't only my story but ours. No not a story but a tale :)


5. The whole story

As soon as I got into Harry’s car Sorren feel asleep. I giggle under my breath. HE was absolutely adorable. Apart from that I felt that dread question hang in the air, not only did I feel it I could see it floating around us.

“Go ahead.” I tell him. HE raises an eyebrow. “Ask the question, I know you want to.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to seem forward…”

“Yeah I’ve never actually told anyone my full story.”

“I have your full permission yeah?” I nod my head and he continues, “Why were you kicked out of the house?”

“It’s a long story and it’s not very um…pleasant.” I warned him but he just motioned for me to continue; I sighed. “Alright here it goes…my mom is…I really don’t know a nicer way of putting it other than saying floozy and a drunk. “ Harry’s eyes widened to the size of plates. “Yeah I know. You see the reason why my mom has so much money is she seduces the filthy rich business men, marries them and then divorces the money out of them. The longest person to have stayed was Mark at that was for 3 years. She changes boy toys like someone would change I don’t know…outfits. If she’s not out partying with her little slut herd she drinks, by herself or in a club. But when she drinks she drinks enough to give a normal person alcohol poisoning.” The whole time I was staring out the front window and petting Sorren. Out of the corner of my eye I could feel Harry glance at me with an expression of pure pity. I hated it. “Don’t pity me please, I know it’s bad but I’ve gotten used to it all. She in a way made me stronger. Gave me an example of what I could become if I don’t do well in school.”

“But Angie no one has to live through that…why didn’t you call child services?”

“Because 1) she monitors my every move…as long as I’m alive and she knows the exact co-ordinates of where I am she’s happy. 2) one of my many steps is head of child services and he wouldn’t dare approach my mother. “

“Oh…Evangeline is your mother’s name.” He stated probably already knowing I would say yes but a conformation would make the assumption a known fact.

“Yes. What really pisses me off is she didn’t have the energy to name me. Didn’t have the decency to actually sit down and think of a name. I would even be ok if she named after a dog food I just want her to put some effort into my life, even a small one so I know she cares about me even a little bit.” I will not cry, I will not cry; I chanted to myself. Not in front of Harry. NO. “And another thing she’s such a floozy she can’t even remember who my father is, that’s how many men where in her life.”

“I…um…well…you know…Evie I am speechless.” Harry manages to say after the few failed attempts.

“Yeah its ok, you don’t have to or do anything for that matter.” I look up at him and he at me. I smile at him reassuringly.

“But I want to help, I need to help.”

“NO you don’t. There isn’t anything you can do.” WE sit in silence until we get to Harry’s flat. I’ve never been so knackered in my life.

“She kicked you out because of a guy?” He finally says, he takes the key out of the ignition and faces towards me.


“Here,” he says handing me a sliver key, “it’s for my flat, whenever you need a place to stay.” He says smiling at me. At that moment I let the tears fall which result in Harry giving me a warm, welcoming and friendly hug. I’ve gotten many from Sophie and Charlotte but this one set my insides on fire with pure joy.

“You’re letting me, a complete stranger have access to your house? What if I invite a bunch of crazy fans to come and stalk you while you sleep?” I ask. HE laughed.

“Well as long as they’re cute.” He says winking, setting me into a fit of giggles. OH how I liked this boy. “Come on, you’re probably knackered.” HE took my backpack while I took the still sleeping Sorren.  

When I was all ready to climb into bed Harry walked in. I took this as my chance to say thank you although I don’t know how I could ever repay him.

“Harry thank you so much for letting me stay! I don’t know what else I would have done, I know I should have said thanks earlier but I was angry at my mom…how selfish of me. I hope I didn’t wake you!” I say rambling on like I always do. He gives me a hug not letting me go. I felt such security…it was…mind blowing.

“No you didn’t, I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t get this girl out of my head. He name starts with an E and end with an vie. You might know her.”

“She’s so lucky! She must have been touched by Niall’s Irish luck.” His chest vibrated and I know he laughed.

“It’s you silly.” He says, I look up only to find he was already looking at me. I smile.

“I know.” I kiss him on the cheek and jump onto my bed. “Tuck me in.” I say crawling under the sheets. He shakes his head letting out a small chuckle.

“Since you asked so nicely.”

When he was all done, he kissed me on the nose, “Night my little angel.”

“Good night my curly haired knight,” I say giggling. As soon as my eyelids close from more than 2 seconds I was asleep.


i always say that in french...why i don't know and don't ask....

WOOO 5th chapter...already!! wow this is going by so fast holy jesus potato!! omg the way niall says potato is the funniest thing ever!!!! i dieee everytimeeee <3 that special littel snowflake. wowowow so off topicccc...... :P

ANYWHHOOOO hope you like this chapter very dramtic and touchyyyyy....not sure whats gonna happene in the 6th chp so its a big surprise for you and me both! isn't it exciting ;) alright back to writing my science lab!!!

byeeeee xxx


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