The Girl on the Street

Izabella Montez, other wise know as Izzy, has never had a so called "normal life". Her mother died of cancer when she was 10 years old, her father then,4 years later, killed her little sister Jasmyn, and tried to kill Izzy but her older brother Jax jumped in the way. Her father ended up killing himself after only injuring Izzy, She now has a large scar on the underside of her left ear that she hides behind her hair. She was then sent to a foster home with 9 other kids, where the "parents" never took much care of any of the kids. This forced Izzy to find a way to take care of herself. Which she did, she used an old guitar from the home, and goes out into the streets of her home town in Omaha,Nebraska and sing to earn money. What happens when the members of a popular british boyband happen to catch interest in this girl and her no-so-normal life? Of course will Izzy learn to trust the boys or will she just chalk them up to be the same as everyone else in her life?

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   Okay guys I wanna apologize for taking so long to update. Detasseling has quite literally taken over my summer. Corn has invaded my dreams! (if you don't know what detasseling is look it up and you'll understand what I'm taking about...)

 

Harry's Point of View ~

I opened the door of our dressing room to see Izzy standing there with three teenage girls yanking at her arms. Poor Izzy...

"Come on in guys," I smiled cheekily at the girls and they squealed with delight.

Izzy's Point of View ~

The girls had to force themselves not to go running into the dressing room and it was totally obvious. Grace went on up to Niall and introduced herself with a big smile, Kristyn went straight up to Louis smiled nervously, Samantha had gone right on up to Liam with a big flirty flip of the hair.

 I walked in and whispered to Harry, "I haven't told them I met you guys yet."

He looked puzzled,"How come?" He whispered back.

I just gave him a look as if to say, do I really need to explain? He just glanced at the girls and nodded in realization. I was trying all I could to keep the girls from knowing I already met the boys, the last thing I needed was a cussing out from an outraged fangirl.

"Hey Izzy!" Zayn smiled at me. Oh no! I tried to motion with my hand for him to stop and shush before the girls heard.

"Wait! How do you know Izzy?"  Samantha asked snapping out of flirt mode.

"He doesn't Sam." I tried to cover up.

"Then how does he know your name?" Samantha said crossing her arms over her chest.

I was a loss there...I look at Zayn and he shrugged Harry as well. God here we go! Gee, thanks Zayn!

"You do know them don't you?" Samantha said arrogantly and the other girls had begun to listen in as well.

"Ugh...yes." I admitted finally plopping down on the couch behind me.

"Izzy! How could you not fucking tell us!" Kristyn yelled.

"When on Earth did you meet them?" Grace yelled, at least she was trying to stay calm.

"The day I brought home the tickets..." I admitted.

"Did you guys..." Kristyn began trailing off.

The boys all nodded.

"I'm not talking to you!" Samantha yelled and stalked out of the room, Gracie and Kristyn ran out after her.

"God, I'm sorry I need to go get them." I said getting up quickly.

"Wait!" Harry said getting up and handing me a slip of paper,"Let me know how things go."

I looked down to see his number scribbled on the scrap paper,"Will do, thanks and sorry." I said running out after Samantha, god she can be such a drama queen.

 

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Later, when I finally got Samantha to calm down enough to get her home she still wouldn't talk to me. I pulled out my phone and texted Harry.

To:Curly

Hey it's Izzy...

 

Harry's Point of View ~

I grabbed at my phone as it buzzed, I looked down reading the text. I smiled to myself as I saved her contact.

To: Izzy <3

Hey how'd it go? You get back all right?

God if she only knew...

 

Izzy's Point of View ~

My phone buzzed and I looked down to see Harry had text me back.

To:Curly

Not great...she still won't talk to me and since it took forever to find her my foster parents are absolutely pissed. 

My hand automatically went to the back of my head where my foster dad had knocked me, it wasn't the first time and it wasn't as bad as some of the one's I've endured but it still hurts. Then my phone buzzed again.

From: Curly

Sorry about that... Are you okay?

 

To:Curly

Yeah...you don't need to say sorry it's not your fault...I should of just told them.Any ways I gotta go...

 

It rang back right away.

From:Curly

Okay. Night, love. Text me later alright?

 

To:Curly

Night Harry, I'll talk to you later then...

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