Because you live (a one direction fanfic)

On the run from her abusive father, Lilianna thought the only thing she had left to care about was protecting her little sister Bonnie. Little does she know, she's dead wrong.


6. I think I like you, styles.

"Why are you so smiley?" I asked looking at the smirk he wore. " do you know who I am?" He asked, epically failing at trying to sound cocky. " believe me, my little sisters told me enough things about you to fill several textbooks." I said chuckling and I could see his face soften a little to something more sincere. " you have a little sister?" He asked. "Yeah..her names Bonnie,....but I'm dead serious about that textbook thing." I said trying to brush it off and change the subject. I didn't want to think about Bonnie. She's with jack, and he's going to be a better role model to her than I'll ever be. She's safe. And that's all that matters. Harry dragged me out of my thoughts when he started chuckling to himself. Oh sweet baby Jesus, those dimples...those dimples are going to be the death of me, I know it. " why are you laughing?" I asked, pretending to sound annoyed even though I really wasn't. "So you actually know everything about me?" He asked smirking again. That. Smirk. I know I'm probably fangirling WAY too much but now I can finally understand my sisters logic, because that one smirk knocked the air out of me for a good five whole seconds. "Well I wouldn't say everything, but I do know a great deal." I said smirking back and trying to sound confident. "Harry Edward styles born in Holmes chapel on February,1st,1994, right?" I asked laughing. He put his hands up "okay I'll give credit where credit is due." He said. But I kept looking at his hands. I think I finally understand some girls' fetish with them. They look so...I don't know just... I can't even describe it. " so," he said cheerfully. "Tell me about you." He asked sitting down next to me.

That was when I let it out. I told him everything. He was surprisingly a really good listener too. But when it came time I was going to tell him about my dad, I lost it. I actually broke down. And I NEVER break down in front of anyone, ever. Not my dad, not Bonnie, not even Marcus. Well, on the bright side; I learned ghosts can cry. That's a plus. But while I was telling him about my dad, it felt like I was re-living it. Re-living all of the pain, and all of the hurt and all of the disgusting things I went through. But Harry really took me by surprise by grabbing my hand, it was really warm and soft, and he pulled me close to him and he hugged me as he rubbed my back sympathetically. " I am so sorry." He said sincerely and we just sat there, for what felt like only seconds but were really minutes, holding each other and him, trying to tell me lame cheesy jokes to brighten the mood. But his accent in the way he pronounced some words made me laugh anyways. We let go of each other, even though in my head I really didn't want to, and we just sat there and talked until I yawned. "Are you tired?" He asked. " can ghosts even get tired?" I asked. "Well I guess so" he said chuckling at my drooping eyelids. "I don't even know where I'm gonna sleep with this lazy bum taking up all the bed space." I said, pointing to my unconscious body lying there. " come with me" he said taking my hand and leading me to the other side of the room. Oh, he was the one on the other side. He pointed towards the empty bed. "The chairs here aren't half bad. I'll be fine sleeping in one for one night." He said smiling. "No Harry I couldn't just-" " I insist." He said, his face turning serious. I quietly walked to the bed and laid down as he sat in the chair right next to me. "We'll now I feel like a douche." He said "why?" I asked. He laughed a little "because after all this time, I never got your name." He said, making that smirk that made my stomach flip upside down. "Lilly" I said simply. "Lilly." He repeated, but it sounded way more pretty in his accent.
We were just about to fall asleep when I decided to say something. "Harry?" I asked. "Hmm?" He mumbled, nearly asleep. "Thank you." I said simply. He smiled with his eyes still closed. "You're welcome" he said softly as we both drifted to sleep.
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