Katrina Chase has come from a very rough background. What happens when she runs away and meets the love of her life?


4. To the Mall

Katrina's POV


I let the hot water run down my body as I tried not to flinch. The shower floor was all bloody because of when Dave cut me. I will never call him my father ever again. I rinsed myself, making sure all the blood from the floor went down the drain. I turned off the shower and dried myself not leaving any drop of water on my body. I threw on my navy blue tights and my white hoodie from my school. Boy, that thing was getting old. I left the towel in the wash basket and went out to the living room just to find Harry sitting on  the couch.

"Come on,"

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"To the mall," he grinned.

"No, you have already done enough for me!" I exclaimed

"Haha, sure. But this one, is for me," he winked.

"Fine," I finally agreed. "But only this once," I hopped in the car along with Harry in his audi. Fancy pants. We reached the mall about 15 minutes later.

"Okay, hoods up and sunglasses on," Harry directed, handing me a pair of Ray-Bans.


"Or else fans will mob us,"

"Oh yeah, I forgot you were famous," I laughed. The mall was huge! I haven't seen anything like his before. Probably 6 years ago, but I forgot.

"Lets go to Jack Wills first," he suggested.

"Whats Jack Wills?" I asked.

"Oh my Gosh," he gasped. "Lets go!" Harry gestured. I followed. He lead me to a shop that said 'Jack Wills' on the front in gold letters. We walked into a floor model greeting us.

"Hello! Welcome to Jack Wills, where we are fabulously British!" She welcomed perkily. I looked around at everyone in the store, and I realized how underdressed I was. I went a full round through the whole store.

"Like anything?" Harry asked me. He was carrying about 3 hoodies, each a different color.

"Yeah, a few things I guess," I muttered. I really didn't want him to buy anything for me.

"Well then pick them up!" he said.


"Then you are going to have to do a fashion show for me," he demanded.

"Argh, fine," I unenthusiastically agreed. Harry went to the ladies section and grabbed at least 15 things at one. Crazy boy!

"Here," he winked. I accepted it and walked in the fitting room. I studied the first dress. It was a medium blue and white polka-dot tank top that came to about mid-thigh. The back had a cute little bow. It was really pretty. I tried it on and walked out to show Harry.

"You like?" I asked.

"I love," he said. I giggled. I spent about 20 more minutes at the fitting room and I got into a routine. Try on, show Harry, judge it, and on to the nexy outfit. By that time, I was exhausted.

"Now lets go check out!" Harry jumped up. What a cupcake. I awkwardly shifted in my seat. No one has ever been so nice to me except my mom.

"Just these?" The cashier asked.

"Yeah," Harry grinned. He payed we finally left.

"Shall we go?" he asked. I turned away.


"Im not talking to you," I hissed, sillily.

"Because you are letting me stay at your house, AND you bought all of this for me!"

"This is a bad thing?" he was very lost; I could tell.

"I don't know how to answer that, Styles," I laughed. "But yeah, lets go," I said.

"Okay! I have some people I want you to meet," he winked.




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