He walked past me and my friends gasped as he stopped and winked. He continued walking. I have no idea who he is, but I have to admit he is really hot. His curly brown hair, emerald green eyes, those dimples. Wow. I watched as he disappeared into the dark alley. My friends looked at me with open jaws.
"Close them, before you let a fly in," I joked. They looked at me. "What?"
"Don't you know who that is?!" Emmie yelled.
"That's Harry. Harry Styles,"
"I heard he treats girls like toys and if you don't do what he says, he'll beat you," Emmie told me.
"He's abusive," Lauren told me.
"I bet that isn't true,"
"Al, you better be careful," Lauren said.


11. 10

Al's P.O.V.



I got out of the shower and checked my phone. 10 missed calls, and 9 messages. All from Harry. Wow. I called him back and he picked up on the first ring. 


"What do you want?" I laughed. 

"I want you to come over, or I can come over to you,"

"Harry, I was just over there,"

"And?" he said. I sighed and looked at the time. 

"Be over here in an hour. I have to finish getting ready,"

"Okay. See you in an hour!''



"Bye, Harry," I pressed end and threw my phone on the bed. I sighed and went to my closet. I picked out floral jeans, a blue cami, and a black shirt. I threw on my black boots, and went to the bathroom, to put on my makeup and do my hair. 

I looked at the clock. Harry should be here soon. I went over to my bed and looked at my phone. A text from Harry. 

Be there in five minutes, babe. ;) 



Nice. That message was sent five minutes ago. Yay. The doorbell rang and I went downstairs. I opened the door and looked at Harry. 

"Hello, beautiful," he said kissing my forehead. 

"Hey," I said letting him inside. 

"I have a question for you Harry,"

"If it's about us having sex, the answer is yes,"

"No the question is not about that, we just met! Anyways," I sighed. "Why did you want to come here?"

"To see you. Remember? We talked about this over the phone,"

"Yeah, I know, but there had to be another reason for you to come over,"

"There is,"


"We need to talk,"

"About what?"

"Things. C'mon," he pulled me over to the couch, and started talking to me. About what? How I can't hang out with my friends unless I have his permission, how I have to listen to him and never tell him no. Stuff like that. How stupid is that?

"Harry, you don't have to act like this. I'll be fine,"

"No, I need you near me every second that you can,"

"Harry, I don't need you to protect me,"

"My other girlfriends said that some of them ended up dead," he told me. "I'm going to make sure you're safe," 

Safe? He's going to hit me 80% of the time we're dating! The other 20% is most likely sex! He seems like that kind of guy anyway, so...

"That's all I need to talk about, now let's watch a movie," he said. He popped in a movie, and got me close to him. Seriously though, I can take care of myself. 






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