Way to Heal Harry Styles Fanfic

Maria Hardy has been damaged by life but when popstar Harry Styles comes in her everything seems to get better. Will it or will it make life harder?

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1. Damaged

Just 2 months ago she was the girl who had been abducted and held captive for a week, all of New Zealand’s headlines read the same thing and once she was found alive she had not been able to escape the glaring eye of the New Zealand media. Not only that the boy she was completely in love with had broken her heart because she had become withdrawn a side effect of being tortured by the psycho who had abducted her.

A month and a half earlier

On the show today we have the young victim of the murderer dubbed The Street Stalker, Maria Hardy, she is here to talk about the week she spent locked in a basement. So here she is…

“Hello Maria, how are you doing?”

“I’m doing alright thank Bernice”

“So it’s been 2 weeks since you were rescued, how is everything?”

“All my wounds have healed pretty well”

“That’s good, now this is your first interview since everything happened, would you be able to tell us exactly what happened because all we have heard are rumours, set the record straight or are you not able to talk about it?”

“I am able to talk about it finally, he is in jail now and there is no way he won’t be convicted because he recorded everything he did to me and the other girls”

“Would you be able to start at the beginning?”

“Ok, it happened out of nowhere and I don’t really remember being hit over the head but I do remember waking up with a large bump on the back of my head and handcuffed in a damp basement. I remember it felt like I was in a dungeon, he would only come in to give me bread, water and to show me his ‘special book’, basically it was a book of exactly how he planned to kill me and mutilate me. He would also stick electric rods on me and change the voltage each time.” She falters a little and a tear trickles down her cheek, the host takes her hand.

“Did he… assault you?”

She smiles slightly “he didn’t rape me, he is a necrophiliac, I don’t think I have ever been so glad for someone to be one, he did however quite enjoy torturing me but he did plan on killing me after he was done”

“Well thank you so much for talking to me about this very sensitive topic”

Now

Maria’s POV

I had moved to England for a fresh start, ironic considering that England is bigger and scarier with far more guys who would do exactly what Evil (that’s what I call the man who did this) did.  Just 2 and ½ months ago I was an ordinary girl studying to be a teacher and spending time with friends, basically being a 19 year old girl, now I’m a shell of the girl I used to be and now I’m sitting in a bar in downtown London drinking my sorrows away. All of a sudden I hear squeals of what sounds like a 100 screaming girls as a curly haired guy slips through the door which the bartender locks behind him. The guy looked about 18 and had a cheeky grin on his face as he strolls over to the bar and sits down next to me. He orders a drink and turns to me as though expecting a reaction from me.

“Can I help you?” I know I sound kind of rude, I am normally very nice but I’m so sick of people staring.

“Sorry I guess I’m just used to every girl I see your age screaming when they meet me”

“Why is that exactly?”

“I’m in a band that’s is kinda popular”

“Right well that is a nice story but I kind of want to drown my sorrows alone”

“What kind of sorrows does a beautiful young girl such as you have?”

“It’s a long and very disturbing story I would rather not discuss it with a complete stranger”

“Well I’m harry styles, I guess were not strangers anymore so tell me your story”

“I’m Maria and I would rather not go there”

“Come on Maria were not strangers anymore” he grabbed my hand, which of course made me squeal and pull my hand away “whoa calm down I won’t hurt you”

“Sorry I’m just not good with people touching me”

“I guess that’s part of your story huh”

“Yeah kind of but I would rather not have to tell the story but if you Google my name, you will find the story, search Maria Hardy with The Street Stalker”

I watched his brow furrow as he read further down the article which is rather explicit about exactly what happened to me.

“Whoa, I am so sorry”

“You can now see why I didn’t want to explain this”

“So is that why you’re in England to get away?”

“Yes, I guess that and my boyfriend dumped me because of all that”

“What an idiot?”

“Well thanks but I have issues with people, trust issues and all that”

“So I guess that a date with me would be out of the question”

“WHAT! You mean that after hearing all of that you want to take me on a date, what about the fact that you’re a celebrity, I would hate to be chased down by crazy fans”

“I will protect you I promise”

“Well how can I possible say no to that?”

“Good, give me your phone?” I handed him my brand new cell phone

“Uh it doesn’t even have any numbers in it; I guess I’m your first friend”

“My friends couldn’t look at me the same way after the event”

“That’s horrible, yeah so new country, new phone and hopeful new friends”

“Well here you go and I put your first photo in there as well”

“Thanks well I have to go, thanks for listening to me moan”

“Not at all, it was nice to meet you”

I left the bar feeling a little better than I had in ages, in fact it had been a long time since I had smiled so much and as I fell asleep that night the curly haired guys face floated through my mind. For the first time in a long time I didn’t have the same nightmare that had haunted me for the last 2 months this time it was Harry Styles who rescued me from Evil but Evil still got me.

Harry’s POV

She was just a random girl at a bar and she was so damaged even I could see that but she was the first girl in months who had not known who I was and I had connected with. I knew very little about her yet I knew her deepest secret in fact that was all I really knew about the blonde New Zealander which was pretty intense, yet I couldn’t get her out of my head. The lads arrive in my apartment and everything was derailed.

“HARRY WHERE ARE YOU?” Louis screamed at the top of his lung, ever the drama queen

“Dude I’m right here, there is no reason to yell”

“Seriously bro we have to leave for the photo-shoot like 5 minutes ago” Zayn says as I swing into the room “whoa wait a minute you look way to happy”

“What, am I not allowed to be happy?”

“Well dude you have been pretty down recently, it’s nice to see you happy” Liam smiles “so what is it that has you so happy? Is it a girl?”

“Pooh so who is it?”

“Ok now is not the time I thought you said we were late, I would hate for Paul to start tooting his horn, come on lets go”

“Way to change the subject Hazza, nicely done”

“Why thank you Boo Bear, let’s go”

All day I felt as though I was always checking my phone waiting for Maria to text or call but she didn’t, the photo-shoot went all day and when we finished I was hoping that she would have left a message but she still hasn’t. Why did I not get her number? So stupid Harry, what were you thinking? 

“Hey are you ok?” Zayn looked worried “you were so happy before, what happened?”

“I did meet a girl and I gave her my number but I never got hers and she hasn’t called or texted me, so I am beginning to think maybe she didn’t like me”

“Why wouldn’t she like you, you are great”

“Thanks Zayn but she was really withdrawn she had a lot of shit happen to her”

“Damaged goods huh”

“In the worst way, here I can show you what happened to her” I opened my phone to the page that described the ordeal that she went through.

“Oh god that is horrible” Zayn looked absolutely horrified “why would she move to England, I’m pretty sure our crime rate is higher than New Zealand’s”

“Yeah I know right but you could tell that she was just trying to escape everything”

“Did she know who you were?”

“Nope not at all and what was better was that she didn’t seem to care whatsoever”

“That’s good bro, I do hope she calls you back, it’s about time that you got a new girlfriend the last proper one you had was Caroline you need to move on”

“Just because you’re happy with Perrie does not mean we all have to be tied down”

“You know what I haven’t been this happy in ages”

“Oh shut up, you’re so soppy”

“Nope bro just happy” Zayn almost skips off to the van where the rest of the lads were waiting for me.

“Hurry up Harry I’m hungry” Niall groans loudly “I’m having curry tonight and I’m really looking forward to it so get in so we can all get home”

I jumped in as I did my phone buzzed, I look at hoping that its Maria, it wasn’t I try not to act to disappointed, especially when I realise that it’s my mum Anne.

Anne                      hey hun how was ur day today

Harry                     hey mum it was good thanks long though. Off home

Anne                     well have a good night. I miss you so much xx

Harry                     I miss you to mum love you x

Anne                     I LOVE YOU TOO x

I opened twitter and scrolled through some tweets retweeting the ones I like but mostly just aimlessly looking at them, I decide to search Maria to see what comes up, you never know.  I scroll through some names till I see a display picture that looks like her @MariaHardyx (not a real twitter, well it could be but it’s not mine). I follow her and tweet her

@MariaHardyx hey do you remember me from last night

When I get home I notice Maria has tweeted

@Harry_Styles Of course I remember you, I was going to text you tonight when I got home from work!

@MariaHardyx good well you should still text me and also follow me!! I obviously need the follower’s lol!

@Harry_Styles done and done, yes you do clearly need the followers, a few million PATHETIC effort you can do better ha-ha

I cringe at my own joke, did I really just say that but obviously she liked it, well I hoped she did. I was about to reply when I got a text from her.

Unknown            hey Mr impatient it’s Maria

Harry                     hey how are you?

Maria                    I’m good, how’s everything going for you btw didn’t realise you were that popular, several million twitter followers hmm popular much

Harry                     I did say I was used to being recognised

Maria                    Yes but not to the level you are, I admit it I googled you. Had to know everything

Harry                     Ha-ha fair enough, so about this date??

Maria                    What date?

Harry                     The one we are going on Saturday night

Maria                    Oh really and what makes you think I’m free, I have a very demanding social calendar

Harry                     Well I just thought being your only friend you would be free

Maria                    Damn this is true, I am very free

Harry                     Good so I will pick you up at 7 on Saturday

Maria                    Well that will be hard to do If you don’t know where I live

Harry                     Ok well what about at the bar and we can go from there

Maria                    Alright see you Saturday at 7. Night

Harry                     It’s a date. Night x

 

Ok so that is the end of Chapter One I hoped you really liked it because I really like writing it, please remember to comment and vote. This is my second story even though I haven’t finished my first, this kinda came off the other one not that they are related at all. Although apparently I have a thing for meeting in bars or pubs OOPS

LOVE!

xx Courtney

Chapter 1- DAMAGED

Just 2 months ago she was the girl who had been abducted and held captive for a week, all of New Zealand’s headlines read the same thing and once she was found alive she had not been able to escape the glaring eye of the New Zealand media. Not only that the boy she was completely in love with had broken her heart because she had become withdrawn a side effect of being tortured by the psycho who had abducted her.

A month and a half earlier

On the show today we have the young victim of the murderer dubbed The Street Stalker, Maria Hardy, she is here to talk about the week she spent locked in a basement. So here she is…

“Hello Maria, how are you doing?”

“I’m doing alright thank Bernice”

“So it’s been 2 weeks since you were rescued, how is everything?”

“All my wounds have healed pretty well”

“That’s good, now this is your first interview since everything happened, would you be able to tell us exactly what happened because all we have heard are rumours, set the record straight or are you not able to talk about it?”

“I am able to talk about it finally, he is in jail now and there is no way he won’t be convicted because he recorded everything he did to me and the other girls”

“Would you be able to start at the beginning?”

“Ok, it happened out of nowhere and I don’t really remember being hit over the head but I do remember waking up with a large bump on the back of my head and handcuffed in a damp basement. I remember it felt like I was in a dungeon, he would only come in to give me bread, water and to show me his ‘special book’, basically it was a book of exactly how he planned to kill me and mutilate me. He would also stick electric rods on me and change the voltage each time.” She falters a little and a tear trickles down her cheek, the host takes her hand.

“Did he… assault you?”

She smiles slightly “he didn’t rape me, he is a necrophiliac, I don’t think I have ever been so glad for someone to be one, he did however quite enjoy torturing me but he did plan on killing me after he was done”

“Well thank you so much for talking to me about this very sensitive topic”

Now

Maria’s POV

I had moved to England for a fresh start, ironic considering that England is bigger and scarier with far more guys who would do exactly what Evil (that’s what I call the man who did this) did.  Just 2 and ½ months ago I was an ordinary girl studying to be a teacher and spending time with friends, basically being a 19 year old girl, now I’m a shell of the girl I used to be and now I’m sitting in a bar in downtown London drinking my sorrows away. All of a sudden I hear squeals of what sounds like a 100 screaming girls as a curly haired guy slips through the door which the bartender locks behind him. The guy looked about 18 and had a cheeky grin on his face as he strolls over to the bar and sits down next to me. He orders a drink and turns to me as though expecting a reaction from me.

“Can I help you?” I know I sound kind of rude, I am normally very nice but I’m so sick of people staring.

“Sorry I guess I’m just used to every girl I see your age screaming when they meet me”

“Why is that exactly?”

“I’m in a band that’s is kinda popular”

“Right well that is a nice story but I kind of want to drown my sorrows alone”

“What kind of sorrows does a beautiful young girl such as you have?”

“It’s a long and very disturbing story I would rather not discuss it with a complete stranger”

“Well I’m harry styles, I guess were not strangers anymore so tell me your story”

“I’m Maria and I would rather not go there”

“Come on Maria were not strangers anymore” he grabbed my hand, which of course made me squeal and pull my hand away “whoa calm down I won’t hurt you”

“Sorry I’m just not good with people touching me”

“I guess that’s part of your story huh”

“Yeah kind of but I would rather not have to tell the story but if you Google my name, you will find the story, search Maria Hardy with The Street Stalker”

I watched his brow furrow as he read further down the article which is rather explicit about exactly what happened to me.

“Whoa, I am so sorry”

“You can now see why I didn’t want to explain this”

“So is that why you’re in England to get away?”

“Yes, I guess that and my boyfriend dumped me because of all that”

“What an idiot?”

“Well thanks but I have issues with people, trust issues and all that”

“So I guess that a date with me would be out of the question”

“WHAT! You mean that after hearing all of that you want to take me on a date, what about the fact that you’re a celebrity, I would hate to be chased down by crazy fans”

“I will protect you I promise”

“Well how can I possible say no to that?”

“Good, give me your phone?” I handed him my brand new cell phone

“Uh it doesn’t even have any numbers in it; I guess I’m your first friend”

“My friends couldn’t look at me the same way after the event”

“That’s horrible, yeah so new country, new phone and hopeful new friends”

“Well here you go and I put your first photo in there as well”

“Thanks well I have to go, thanks for listening to me moan”

“Not at all, it was nice to meet you”

I left the bar feeling a little better than I had in ages, in fact it had been a long time since I had smiled so much and as I fell asleep that night the curly haired guys face floated through my mind. For the first time in a long time I didn’t have the same nightmare that had haunted me for the last 2 months this time it was Harry Styles who rescued me from Evil but Evil still got me.

Harry’s POV

She was just a random girl at a bar and she was so damaged even I could see that but she was the first girl in months who had not known who I was and I had connected with. I knew very little about her yet I knew her deepest secret in fact that was all I really knew about the blonde New Zealander which was pretty intense, yet I couldn’t get her out of my head. The lads arrive in my apartment and everything was derailed.

“HARRY WHERE ARE YOU?” Louis screamed at the top of his lung, ever the drama queen

“Dude I’m right here, there is no reason to yell”

“Seriously bro we have to leave for the photo-shoot like 5 minutes ago” Zayn says as I swing into the room “whoa wait a minute you look way to happy”

“What, am I not allowed to be happy?”

“Well dude you have been pretty down recently, it’s nice to see you happy” Liam smiles “so what is it that has you so happy? Is it a girl?”

“Pooh so who is it?”

“Ok now is not the time I thought you said we were late, I would hate for Paul to start tooting his horn, come on lets go”

“Way to change the subject Hazza, nicely done”

“Why thank you Boo Bear, let’s go”

All day I felt as though I was always checking my phone waiting for Maria to text or call but she didn’t, the photo-shoot went all day and when we finished I was hoping that she would have left a message but she still hasn’t. Why did I not get her number? So stupid Harry, what were you thinking? 

“Hey are you ok?” Zayn looked worried “you were so happy before, what happened?”

“I did meet a girl and I gave her my number but I never got hers and she hasn’t called or texted me, so I am beginning to think maybe she didn’t like me”

“Why wouldn’t she like you, you are great”

“Thanks Zayn but she was really withdrawn she had a lot of shit happen to her”

“Damaged goods huh”

“In the worst way, here I can show you what happened to her” I opened my phone to the page that described the ordeal that she went through.

“Oh god that is horrible” Zayn looked absolutely horrified “why would she move to England, I’m pretty sure our crime rate is higher than New Zealand’s”

“Yeah I know right but you could tell that she was just trying to escape everything”

“Did she know who you were?”

“Nope not at all and what was better was that she didn’t seem to care whatsoever”

“That’s good bro, I do hope she calls you back, it’s about time that you got a new girlfriend the last proper one you had was Caroline you need to move on”

“Just because you’re happy with Perrie does not mean we all have to be tied down”

“You know what I haven’t been this happy in ages”

“Oh shut up, you’re so soppy”

“Nope bro just happy” Zayn almost skips off to the van where the rest of the lads were waiting for me.

“Hurry up Harry I’m hungry” Niall groans loudly “I’m having curry tonight and I’m really looking forward to it so get in so we can all get home”

I jumped in as I did my phone buzzed, I look at hoping that its Maria, it wasn’t I try not to act to disappointed, especially when I realise that it’s my mum Anne.

Anne                      hey hun how was ur day today

Harry                     hey mum it was good thanks long though. Off home

Anne                     well have a good night. I miss you so much xx

Harry                     I miss you to mum love you x

Anne                     I LOVE YOU TOO x

I opened twitter and scrolled through some tweets retweeting the ones I like but mostly just aimlessly looking at them, I decide to search Maria to see what comes up, you never know.  I scroll through some names till I see a display picture that looks like her @MariaHardyx (not a real twitter, well it could be but it’s not mine). I follow her and tweet her

@MariaHardyx hey do you remember me from last night

When I get home I notice Maria has tweeted

@Harry_Styles Of course I remember you, I was going to text you tonight when I got home from work!

@MariaHardyx good well you should still text me and also follow me!! I obviously need the follower’s lol!

@Harry_Styles done and done, yes you do clearly need the followers, a few million PATHETIC effort you can do better ha-ha

I cringe at my own joke, did I really just say that but obviously she liked it, well I hoped she did. I was about to reply when I got a text from her.

Unknown            hey Mr impatient it’s Maria

Harry                     hey how are you?

Maria                    I’m good, how’s everything going for you btw didn’t realise you were that popular, several million twitter followers hmm popular much

Harry                     I did say I was used to being recognised

Maria                    Yes but not to the level you are, I admit it I googled you. Had to know everything

Harry                     Ha-ha fair enough, so about this date??

Maria                    What date?

Harry                     The one we are going on Saturday night

Maria                    Oh really and what makes you think I’m free, I have a very demanding social calendar

Harry                     Well I just thought being your only friend you would be free

Maria                    Damn this is true, I am very free

Harry                     Good so I will pick you up at 7 on Saturday

Maria                    Well that will be hard to do If you don’t know where I live

Harry                     Ok well what about at the bar and we can go from there

Maria                    Alright see you Saturday at 7. Night

Harry                     It’s a date. Night x

 

Ok so that is the end of Chapter One I hoped you really liked it because I really like writing it, please remember to comment and vote. This is my second story even though I haven’t finished my first, this kinda came off the other one not that they are related at all. Although apparently I have a thing for meeting in bars or pubs OOPS

LOVE!

xx Courtney

Chapter 1- DAMAGED

Just 2 months ago she was the girl who had been abducted and held captive for a week, all of New Zealand’s headlines read the same thing and once she was found alive she had not been able to escape the glaring eye of the New Zealand media. Not only that the boy she was completely in love with had broken her heart because she had become withdrawn a side effect of being tortured by the psycho who had abducted her.

A month and a half earlier

On the show today we have the young victim of the murderer dubbed The Street Stalker, Maria Hardy, she is here to talk about the week she spent locked in a basement. So here she is…

“Hello Maria, how are you doing?”

“I’m doing alright thank Bernice”

“So it’s been 2 weeks since you were rescued, how is everything?”

“All my wounds have healed pretty well”

“That’s good, now this is your first interview since everything happened, would you be able to tell us exactly what happened because all we have heard are rumours, set the record straight or are you not able to talk about it?”

“I am able to talk about it finally, he is in jail now and there is no way he won’t be convicted because he recorded everything he did to me and the other girls”

“Would you be able to start at the beginning?”

“Ok, it happened out of nowhere and I don’t really remember being hit over the head but I do remember waking up with a large bump on the back of my head and handcuffed in a damp basement. I remember it felt like I was in a dungeon, he would only come in to give me bread, water and to show me his ‘special book’, basically it was a book of exactly how he planned to kill me and mutilate me. He would also stick electric rods on me and change the voltage each time.” She falters a little and a tear trickles down her cheek, the host takes her hand.

“Did he… assault you?”

She smiles slightly “he didn’t rape me, he is a necrophiliac, I don’t think I have ever been so glad for someone to be one, he did however quite enjoy torturing me but he did plan on killing me after he was done”

“Well thank you so much for talking to me about this very sensitive topic”

Now

Maria’s POV

I had moved to England for a fresh start, ironic considering that England is bigger and scarier with far more guys who would do exactly what Evil (that’s what I call the man who did this) did.  Just 2 and ½ months ago I was an ordinary girl studying to be a teacher and spending time with friends, basically being a 19 year old girl, now I’m a shell of the girl I used to be and now I’m sitting in a bar in downtown London drinking my sorrows away. All of a sudden I hear squeals of what sounds like a 100 screaming girls as a curly haired guy slips through the door which the bartender locks behind him. The guy looked about 18 and had a cheeky grin on his face as he strolls over to the bar and sits down next to me. He orders a drink and turns to me as though expecting a reaction from me.

“Can I help you?” I know I sound kind of rude, I am normally very nice but I’m so sick of people staring.

“Sorry I guess I’m just used to every girl I see your age screaming when they meet me”

“Why is that exactly?”

“I’m in a band that’s is kinda popular”

“Right well that is a nice story but I kind of want to drown my sorrows alone”

“What kind of sorrows does a beautiful young girl such as you have?”

“It’s a long and very disturbing story I would rather not discuss it with a complete stranger”

“Well I’m harry styles, I guess were not strangers anymore so tell me your story”

“I’m Maria and I would rather not go there”

“Come on Maria were not strangers anymore” he grabbed my hand, which of course made me squeal and pull my hand away “whoa calm down I won’t hurt you”

“Sorry I’m just not good with people touching me”

“I guess that’s part of your story huh”

“Yeah kind of but I would rather not have to tell the story but if you Google my name, you will find the story, search Maria Hardy with The Street Stalker”

I watched his brow furrow as he read further down the article which is rather explicit about exactly what happened to me.

“Whoa, I am so sorry”

“You can now see why I didn’t want to explain this”

“So is that why you’re in England to get away?”

“Yes, I guess that and my boyfriend dumped me because of all that”

“What an idiot?”

“Well thanks but I have issues with people, trust issues and all that”

“So I guess that a date with me would be out of the question”

“WHAT! You mean that after hearing all of that you want to take me on a date, what about the fact that you’re a celebrity, I would hate to be chased down by crazy fans”

“I will protect you I promise”

“Well how can I possible say no to that?”

“Good, give me your phone?” I handed him my brand new cell phone

“Uh it doesn’t even have any numbers in it; I guess I’m your first friend”

“My friends couldn’t look at me the same way after the event”

“That’s horrible, yeah so new country, new phone and hopeful new friends”

“Well here you go and I put your first photo in there as well”

“Thanks well I have to go, thanks for listening to me moan”

“Not at all, it was nice to meet you”

I left the bar feeling a little better than I had in ages, in fact it had been a long time since I had smiled so much and as I fell asleep that night the curly haired guys face floated through my mind. For the first time in a long time I didn’t have the same nightmare that had haunted me for the last 2 months this time it was Harry Styles who rescued me from Evil but Evil still got me.

Harry’s POV

She was just a random girl at a bar and she was so damaged even I could see that but she was the first girl in months who had not known who I was and I had connected with. I knew very little about her yet I knew her deepest secret in fact that was all I really knew about the blonde New Zealander which was pretty intense, yet I couldn’t get her out of my head. The lads arrive in my apartment and everything was derailed.

“HARRY WHERE ARE YOU?” Louis screamed at the top of his lung, ever the drama queen

“Dude I’m right here, there is no reason to yell”

“Seriously bro we have to leave for the photo-shoot like 5 minutes ago” Zayn says as I swing into the room “whoa wait a minute you look way to happy”

“What, am I not allowed to be happy?”

“Well dude you have been pretty down recently, it’s nice to see you happy” Liam smiles “so what is it that has you so happy? Is it a girl?”

“Pooh so who is it?”

“Ok now is not the time I thought you said we were late, I would hate for Paul to start tooting his horn, come on lets go”

“Way to change the subject Hazza, nicely done”

“Why thank you Boo Bear, let’s go”

All day I felt as though I was always checking my phone waiting for Maria to text or call but she didn’t, the photo-shoot went all day and when we finished I was hoping that she would have left a message but she still hasn’t. Why did I not get her number? So stupid Harry, what were you thinking? 

“Hey are you ok?” Zayn looked worried “you were so happy before, what happened?”

“I did meet a girl and I gave her my number but I never got hers and she hasn’t called or texted me, so I am beginning to think maybe she didn’t like me”

“Why wouldn’t she like you, you are great”

“Thanks Zayn but she was really withdrawn she had a lot of shit happen to her”

“Damaged goods huh”

“In the worst way, here I can show you what happened to her” I opened my phone to the page that described the ordeal that she went through.

“Oh god that is horrible” Zayn looked absolutely horrified “why would she move to England, I’m pretty sure our crime rate is higher than New Zealand’s”

“Yeah I know right but you could tell that she was just trying to escape everything”

“Did she know who you were?”

“Nope not at all and what was better was that she didn’t seem to care whatsoever”

“That’s good bro, I do hope she calls you back, it’s about time that you got a new girlfriend the last proper one you had was Caroline you need to move on”

“Just because you’re happy with Perrie does not mean we all have to be tied down”

“You know what I haven’t been this happy in ages”

“Oh shut up, you’re so soppy”

“Nope bro just happy” Zayn almost skips off to the van where the rest of the lads were waiting for me.

“Hurry up Harry I’m hungry” Niall groans loudly “I’m having curry tonight and I’m really looking forward to it so get in so we can all get home”

I jumped in as I did my phone buzzed, I look at hoping that its Maria, it wasn’t I try not to act to disappointed, especially when I realise that it’s my mum Anne.

Anne                      hey hun how was ur day today

Harry                     hey mum it was good thanks long though. Off home

Anne                     well have a good night. I miss you so much xx

Harry                     I miss you to mum love you x

Anne                     I LOVE YOU TOO x

I opened twitter and scrolled through some tweets retweeting the ones I like but mostly just aimlessly looking at them, I decide to search Maria to see what comes up, you never know.  I scroll through some names till I see a display picture that looks like her @MariaHardyx (not a real twitter, well it could be but it’s not mine). I follow her and tweet her

@MariaHardyx hey do you remember me from last night

When I get home I notice Maria has tweeted

@Harry_Styles Of course I remember you, I was going to text you tonight when I got home from work!

@MariaHardyx good well you should still text me and also follow me!! I obviously need the follower’s lol!

@Harry_Styles done and done, yes you do clearly need the followers, a few million PATHETIC effort you can do better ha-ha

I cringe at my own joke, did I really just say that but obviously she liked it, well I hoped she did. I was about to reply when I got a text from her.

Unknown            hey Mr impatient it’s Maria

Harry                     hey how are you?

Maria                    I’m good, how’s everything going for you btw didn’t realise you were that popular, several million twitter followers hmm popular much

Harry                     I did say I was used to being recognised

Maria                    Yes but not to the level you are, I admit it I googled you. Had to know everything

Harry                     Ha-ha fair enough, so about this date??

Maria                    What date?

Harry                     The one we are going on Saturday night

Maria                    Oh really and what makes you think I’m free, I have a very demanding social calendar

Harry                     Well I just thought being your only friend you would be free

Maria                    Damn this is true, I am very free

Harry                     Good so I will pick you up at 7 on Saturday

Maria                    Well that will be hard to do If you don’t know where I live

Harry                     Ok well what about at the bar and we can go from there

Maria                    Alright see you Saturday at 7. Night

Harry                     It’s a date. Night x

 

Ok so that is the end of Chapter One I hoped you really liked it because I really like writing it, please remember to comment and vote. This is my second story even though I haven’t finished my first, this kinda came off the other one not that they are related at all. Although apparently I have a thing for meeting in bars or pubs OOPS

LOVE!

xx Courtney

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