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.


4. Help?

I guess somehow while I was screaming I so gracefully fell off the side of the bed. “What the fuck is going on!?” I screamed running my fingers through my hair and looking around to see these overly gorgeous guys smiling at me.

“Mina are you alright?” Harry asked concern filling his voice as he leaned up and moved to the side to reach out and help me.

Jesus. He was shirtless. I couldn’t help my eyes travel over his toned chest and rock hard abs.

But as much as I wanted to undress him with my eyes this whole situation was freaking me out. “Don’t touch me!” I squealed backing away from him.

“Oh come on you know we aren’t going to hurt you Mina” Liam said. “Fuck? Wat does dat mean?” Izzy said curiously.

My eyes widened at her repeating my bad word and I instantly went into mom mode. “Isabella Marie don’t you ever say that word again” I said giving her a stern look.

“But you said it furst!” she said pouting. “Yea I did and it’s a bad word so don’t say it okay” I said completely blocking out the boys for a moment.

“Soweeee” she said sadly and I almost had a heart attack watching Zayn lift her in his arms and spin her around.

“Put her down! Will someone tell me what’s going on?” I repeated. Zayn rolled his eyes as Izzy said that I was being grumpy. “Look we found you outside at the playground a few hours ago, so we brought you to my house” Harry answered.

“Look we don’t need your help okay? And I certainly don’t-“ I was going to complete my sentence until I noticed what I was wearing…Boxers and a tee-shirt. “Who’s is this?” I mumbled in awe.

I swear the guilty look that came across Harry’s beautiful face was the cutest thing I had ever seen and if I wasn’t pissed off at the moment I might have thanked him but unfortunately that wasn’t the case.

“You changed my clothes!?” I screamed. Gosh I hadn’t been this angry in years and the fact these boys were just looking at me was making me insanely uncomfortable.

“Of course not! Calm down. My maid did it” he said softly. “Oh right..you’ve got maids” I said laughing bitterly.

“Izzy it’s time for us to go” I said standing up and walking towards Zayn who handed her over to me. I was probably coming across as a major bitch, but who the hell brings to dirty looking girls into their big rich houses.

They must be playing a joke or something.

“But day make pancakessss!” she whined. “I don’t care. Izzy we don’t belong here okay? We need to go” I said to her tucking her hair behind her ear.

“Fuck” she said a little too loudly indicating she was mad by rebelling and saying a word I told her not to. I sighed in frustration but grabbed her hand leaving the room where the boys just stood watching.

There gazes where burning holes into the back of my head as we walked away. “Wait! You can’t just leave!” I heard Harry say.

“And why-“ I began and whipped around to face him, but Harry stood in front of me his upper body still shocking me with how perfect it was. But, now I his deep V lines where visible and stopped me dead in my tracks.

“Not?” I squeaked sounding so weak because with Harry and his beauty standing in front of me I just wanted to run in a corner and hide. “Because we want to help you” he said slowly.

“Help me? Like I said we don’t need your help. We are fine.” I said harshly. “You’re obviously not fine! Why were you sleeping outside on the playground..again?” he replied.

I flinched back a little bit, had he seen us the night before?

I composed myself easily and put on a brave face “That’s none of your business. Why do you even care?” I spat back. Now the boys appeared behind him watching us curiously as I stood with my hands on my hips waiting for his response.

But what he said next really surprised me “I care because I can see in your eyes something isn’t right. Just let me help!” he said desperately.

Why did he care so much?

“Well I guess your reading me wrong because we are perfectly fine!” I said turning on my bare feet and heading towards the door.

Only Izzy stopped and let go of my hand, I turned to see why she let go only to find her hugging each of the boys legs “tank you” she smiled.

My face was still hard from how annoyed I was, who did Harry think he was trying to save me or whatever. We were fine….

She soon returned to my side and smiled up at me holding onto my hand tightly. I looked back up surprised to find a pretty upset look on all of the boys faces. “Bye guys” I said quickly and let myself out.

Thought I looked crazy before? Now I was walking around with boxers and a t-shirt on. I should probably give them back but I was not about to walk around in a bra and underwear.

“Sissy why you being mean?” Izzy asked as we walked down the steps of Harry’s flat, even then I knew they were watching me from the window. “I’m not being mean. It’s just most people don’t want to help us. I don’t trust them” I said more to myself than to her.

“Maybe day were tryin to help. I mean help good right?” she asked. When did my 3 year old sister get so observant? “Yes…help is good. But we don’t belong here we have to go back” I said thinking back to what Harry said.

How could he read me so well, it had taken me years to convince myself Izzy and I were going to make it.

She was my responsibility and it was my responsibility to take care of her. I’d tried getting help before and that always turned against me. My mind began to wonder back to the first time we had lived on the streets, how I was so naive and stupid asking some random guy to help me and he ended up trying to rape me.

I was done being stupid, I refused to believe that 5 rich guys wanted to help us unless they wanted something in return.

As we began walking away I decided not to pass the security guard so just opted to go through the forest, I mean the river I had found before was in here anyway. Just before I emerged into the trees I glanced back again not being surprised as I saw that mess of curly hair standing outside his door watching.

Whatever. Mina that’s a life you will never have, nor were meant to be involved with. You’re homeless girl remember?
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