Don't Tempt Me

I had everything going for me until my father died when I was 11. He tucked me in, he kissed my forehead, he gave me hugs, and he was my number one supporter. Now all I am is a bad girl. I used to be a good girl like the ones I would make fun of now. I don't care what people think of me wearing those short shorts that showed my smileys or wearing those low cut shirts that made it known that I had boobs. I hear them talking in the halls sometimes in my way to class. Comments about me weren't always bad. And there is no way in Hell my reputation could ever be turned around.

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19. Meeting the one and only Harry Styles

Evelyn's POV

So my name is Evelyn...Evelyn Lloyd. I don't usually go by that. Actually, nobody calls me that anymore...or so I thought. He walked out of my life like it was that easy like we had nothing at all between us two. He was my rock on the most rainy days. It felt like as he left out of my life, everything just got progressively worse. But anyway, I go by middle name...Melody or Mel.

The rain of London started to patter down upon my feet. I felt a drop of rainy trickled down my forehead to the bridge of my nose. It started to dampen my hair and my clothes as they both were finally dry from my way here. I should really go inside before I get wet again. But yet I didn't move from the spot. I looked through the window to see Anne sweeping the floor and Gemma bussing down the tables of the last customers. Gemma looked up from one of the tables to see me standing in the now pouring rain. Pointing to me, Anne looked up as well and ran outside.

"Love, what's the matter? You need to come inside," she said as she ushered me through the doors of the quaint bakery.

"Mrs. Anne-"

"What did I say about just calling me Anne?" She looked me in the eyes.

"I'm sorry-" but she cut me off again as I was about to speak.

"You've got to stop saying sorry all the time, love," she reprimanded while smiling.

"Gosh darnnit...Anne...I'm sor-I apologize," I quickly say being tricky with my words,"for intruding on your busy day at work but I just didn't any other place to go and-"

"Uh sweetness does it look like we had any business today what so ever," she chuckled as I scanned the bakery to see no signs of customers. The divine pastries that I had plenty times before were stocked in the glass cases, untouched by any customers. "Love, what happened to your arms and face?!??" She nearly shrieked.

"I...ugh...fell.." Unconvinced she had me spill every last detail down to the back story of Zayn.

"Oh honey I am so-"

"Hi Mum! I'm sorry I was late getting here. I meant to be here a hour ago, but I ran into some work obligations. I'm try sorry," he said as he handed her flowers.

"Not you too and your sorrys," she chimed,"it's okay hun."

Harry's POV

Wow she's beautiful...

Anne's POV

I saw the way Harry gawked at Melody. I can't blame him she is quiet a beauty.

"Oh right Harry this is Melody and Melody this is Harry. Harry, why don't you and Mel head over to our house. I think I'm just going to close the bakery for today. Mel's been through a lot today and I think she needs some rest."

"Ya sure mum...after you?" He said while scratching the back of his neck as they walked towards the door to leave.

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