Rescue Me

Lia has lived in the slums of Rio, Brazil all her life and when Lia steals from a shop one night, two boys chase her and pin her to the ground. But what Lia doesn't realise is that this one Irish boy with kind blue eyes will be the one to show her new things and teach her about the world. Maybe even teach her about love.


6. Harry And Converse


“Harry!” He suddenly exclaims, causing some people behind the stalls to look in our direction. The dark-haired boy turns to face us, picking up Iva and placing her on his back. He weaves through the people towards us and Niall leads us all towards the beach. The warm sand caresses my feet as we step on to it and I breath in the salty air.

“Look what you did!” Niall nearly shouts, pointing at my back. I bite my lip and turn my bare back towards Harry. His eyes round out and guilt flashes through his face.

“Wait...” He breahts.

“You are the girl from last night!” He becomes angry, rage filling his eyes.

“Come on Iva,” I stutter, nerves filling my body once more. I take Iva from the boy's arms and she wriggles in frustration.

“Wait, no please.” He says, touching my arm softly. I step away from his touch and his arm falls lifelessly to his side.

“I'm sorry, I shouldn't have hurt you like that. But I thought you were a no for good robber.” Harry admits, shooting a look at the still furious Niall.

“It's fine,” I half whisper.

“We need to go.” I tell Iva firmly.

“Okay,” She sighs and Harry extends his arms out for a hug. A small smile plays at my lips as I watch her hug him.

“I'll walk you back,” Niall says, his accent tiggling his words.

“It's fine, honestly.” I reply, taking Iva's hand.

“We want to,” Harry adds and Iva jumps up and down in excitement.

“Please can they, Lila!” She tugs on my hand, her eyes big.

“Fine,” I sigh, releasing I have no choice.

“Yay!” She laughs, taking Harry's hand again.

“It's quite a walk.” I note as Niall plucks at his strings beside me. We begin walking away from the beach and the city.

“We need the exercise,” Niall chuckles, the sound infectious. I just shrug, trying to stop myself from smiling too. Iva runs ahead, towing Harry behind her and I pick at my nails awkwardly.

“What are those?” I nod at his shoes as they scrape the pavement.

“These?” He looks down and raises his eyebrows at me.

“Converse,” His voice is confused but I can't stop staring at them. I've never seen shoes that nice. I don't even own any shoes. I did, but my feet have grown and we can't afford shoes for me. Who needs them anyway?

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