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.


16. 15

Harry's P.O.V.



Why am I sitting on a park bench? Last I remember I was with Allyson. Where is she? I stood up and started walking back home. When I looked across the street, I saw Niall with that Lauren girl. I think that's her name. Nice choice, Niall. Nice choice. I continued walking and I finally got back. I opened my front door and it was quiet. 

"Allyson?" I yelled. No answer. "Allyson?" still no answer. 

I started going up the steps. I walked down the hall and knocked on my door. 


"What?" I heard her softly speak. 

"Can I come in?" she just made a noise. I opened the door and saw her laying on my floor. 

"Allyson. What are you doing?" I asked. She swiftly got up and looked at me. Her face was red and her eyes were filled with fear. 

"Allyson?" I walked closer to her, only making her back up. 



"What's wrong?"

"You know w-what's wr-ong," she choked out. 

"No," I walked closer, "I don't," she just backed away from me. 

"Allyson, come on," I came even closer. 

"No!" she screeched. She went behind a door frame. She peeked her head out, looking like an innocent little girl hiding behind her daddy's leg, because she is looking at someone she's never seen before. 

"Allyson, come here," she looked at me with fright in her eyes.

She shook her head no and I sighed. I walked over to her, but she kept on getting away from me. Her back was against the wood of my closet door. I was about 100 feet away from you. 

"What are you scared of?" I asked. She just looked at me. 

"Do I scare you?"


Al's P.O.V.


"Do I scare you?" I just looked at him. I wanted to say,

"Yes you scare me. I don't want anything to do with you!" 

But those aren't the words that came out of my mouth. I didn't say anything, really. He just looked at me. 

"Why do I scare you?" I just shook my head and looked down. I could feel his eyes burning a hole through my skin. We stayed like that for a few minutes. 

"I'll leave you alone," he told me. I looked up at him. He was looking down. 


"I'll leave you alone. You can go home, and you don't have to worry about me,"

"What do you mean?"

"I'll be out of your life. Then you won't have to be scared," he said looking at me. I just stood there. 

"Go," he whispered. 


"No. Just go," I stood there. He looked at me. 

"Aren't you going to leave?"


"Why not?"

"I don't want to," he just looked at me. "I don't want you out of my life,"





Why did I just say that?

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