The moment his emerald green eyes captured mine I couldn’t believe that I was staring at such beauty. The way the warm England breeze blew threw his wild curls instantly made him look like a model. But, I could only imagine what he thought of me. A girl with dirt stains on her pants and shirt, uncombed hair, and holey shoes. I was just the homeless girl.

His world was obviously so different than mine.

Just for a second I swore I could have seen deep dimples on the side of his cheeks as a small smile appeared on his face. “Uh did you not hear me? Get out of here!” the security guard asked. I regrettably tore my eyes away from the boy and nodded “Okay. Sorry again” I whispered.

“Mina…is dat boy got lotsa money?” she asked.

I chuckled and whispered “Yea. I think so” I said and continued down the long path exiting the wealthy neighborhood. “Mina and Izzy don’t got money wite?” she said.

She was right...we had nothing. We were homeless.


8. Breakdown

I was situated on the couch with Isabella tucked to my left between Niall and I while Harry sat on my right with his arm around me.

It was really weird how I found myself leaning towards Harry, it was probably just because he smelled amazing and I loved how his soft curls would tickle my cheek when my head laid on his shoulder.

“What movie did you put in?” Harry asked. “Yea it needs to be age appropriate for Izzy’s eyes” I said as Harry handed me some pills and my tea that he had warmed up for me a few seconds before.

“No worries, Daddy Direction made us put on Toy Story” Louis said pouting like a baby. “What’s Toy Story?” Izzy asked him.

“YOU HAVEN’T SEEN TOY STORY!?” Liam practically shouted causing both Isabella and I to jump slightly at his loudness. “Nope!” Izzy said popping the P’s and linking her arm with Niall’s.

“Well this movie is going to change your whole life!” Liam said dramatically as the movie began to start.

Isabella and I probably looked crazy as we sat on our seats practically shoving our faces into the t.v, I mean we didn’t have a television growing up and we sure as hell didn’t watch movies.

Although I have to admit this movie was fascinating I noticed Harry began to play with my hair and at the moment it was all I could focus on.

I didn’t dare look at him trying to avoid the blush that would spread on to my cheeks and glued my eyes to the t.v. Stop crushing on him! He will never like you Mina! my mind thought to me.

We had just gotten to the scene where that evil kid Sid was trying to get Woody to talk and was throwing him around, I instantly began to feel uncomfortable not enjoying the abuse even though this was a kids movie.

But, the moment the Sid character maneuvered the glass and it began burning Woody a flashback to when I was about 6 entered my mind.

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

“Get back here you little bitch!” my dad shouted after me as I raced up to my room. I slammed the door quickly and fell to the floor pushing my back to the door to try and block it.

I would have locked it but my father took the lock off the last time I tried to hide from him.

With just one shove of the door it was barged open which, from the force of the door swinging against me caused me to slide across the floor because of how little I was.

I curled my knees up to my chest allowing the tears to fall down my cheeks as I looked up at my dads’ dark black eyes. He held a bottle in his hand and reeked of alcohol. “What did I tell you about running from me?” He spat slowly inching towards me.

“Please daddy don’t hurt me” I said not daring to move.

He laughed evil and placed his fingers to his chin like he was thinking.

“What shall your punishment be this time?” he slurred.

“Noooo” I whined finally moving my body backwards to back away from him. He smirked and reached into his back pocket and pulled out the lighter he used to light up his cigarettes.

“This will only hurt a little” he smiled. He stumbled towards me and with my luck I was cornered between him and the wall behind me.

He grabbed me with ease even though I kicked and screamed for him to stop and once the burning sensation surfaced my skin everything seemed to blur.

The fire wouldn’t stop as he slid the flickering fire across the skin visible above the shorts I was wearing.

“Run from me again and it will be worst next time” he said angrily slapping me across my face and then disappearing they way in which he came.

I clutched my burning hip whimpering and crying to make the pain stop, but it never did.

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

A hand reached out to touch my shoulder and I flipped. “Don’t fucking touch me!” I screamed loudly being pulled from my flashback to find all the boys and Danielle staring at me from my outburst.

I glared at Harry as he pulled his hand away from me quickly. “Turn this shit off” I almost growled lifting myself off of the couch with a loud groan as the soreness fled through my body.

Harry reached out for me again but I glared down at him. “Did you not hear me? Don’t put your hands on me” I said lowly.

Why did that movie have to bring back such bad memories? I didn’t even know where I was going but just found myself in some room and locked the door behind me.

I finally let the memories that I had been trying to push away fill my mind and immediately brought me to tears. I couldn’t ever escape my past! There was no point of pretending like maybe my life would be better since Harry and his friends found me. I wasn’t meant to have happiness, I was meant to be nothing. Something no one cared about.

I was so fucked up and nothing or no one could ever change that.

The knocking and gentle words whispered from Harry and his friends were drowned out by my sobs and cries from all of the painful memories and eventually I couldn’t take it. I found the strength to get up on my feet and wiped my hands over my face to rid myself of my pathetic tears.

I swiftly unlocked the door and stormed passed everyone who was standing by the door.

“Isabella come on we are leaving” I said firmly, usually she would complain and ask why but she knew by the sound of my voice I was not playing around. She quickly came to my side and I began striding towards the door like I had done before when I had first woken up in this fairytale.

“Where the hell are you going?” Harry said racing in front of me and blocking the door so I wouldn’t leave.

“Get out of the way!” I said angrily. “Isabella go with Uncle Zayn” Harry instructed quietly as Zayn quietly pulled her away from me and disappeared elsewhere.

I was so hot with anger, anger towards my dad for the things he did, anger towards men in general, and anger at myself for believing that I could maybe be happy. I was so stupid.

“I’m not going anywhere until you tell me what’s wrong!” He said back with the same intensity.

“YOUR WHATS WRONG!” I screamed.

His face fell in confusion as his angry stance relaxed and his deep green eyes pierced mine. “What do you mean?” He asked. “You and you’re fucking perfect world! It’s not fair!” I shouted as fresh new tears pooled over my eyes and onto my cheeks.

But, what Harry did next completely surprised me as he walked up to me and embraced me in a tight loving hug. At first I fought back hitting his chest and pushing away…but he didn’t let me go. Only held me tighter if that was even possible.

I hadn’t cried like this in so long due to the fact I never wanted Isabella to see me cry, so I had been bottling it up.

I kept fighting and screaming as Harry lifted me up in his arms and carried me somewhere to the second floor of his flat and into another room. He just kept holding me…and no one had ever done that to me before.

As we sat on his bed I began to stop fighting back and eventually just melted against him, clinging to him for dear life praying he wouldn’t leave.

He rubbed my back gently whispering it was going to be okay in my ear. But was it? How was everything just going to be okay? But as I began to calm and my tears subsided I felt my anger vanish and a warm feeling bubble up inside of me as my fingers laced into Harrys’ curls as I held him close to me.

This was something so new! No guy had ever held me like this with such care and protection.

Eventually the only thing I could hear in the room was the sound of both of our soft breathing until I whispered “I’m so sorry”. Harry didn’t deserve to be shouted at, and he sure as hell didn’t deserve to witness my mental breakdown.

“Don’t apologize love. I just wish I could understand, I wish you would let me in” he said softly pulling me back so he could wipe the tears from my eyes.

I had only know Harry for like 2 days but my heart kept shouting at me to tell him everything, to trust him, even though my brain was yelling the complete opposite.

What was I supposed to do? Spill my whole life story to this gorgeous angel who just happened to be in the right place at the right time? As I looked at his broken face, my heart clenched when I saw tears rim his eyes…he was crying just because of me?

“Please just tell me what’s wrong so I can help, I can’t stand seeing you cry like this” he said sincerely. That’s when I had to make a choice, and as I looked into those mesmerizing eyes that I made my decision.

“Okay” I whispered.

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