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.


20. 19

Lauren's POV


 He pulls away, gripping my arms as an expression of shock flashes across his face. His eyes widen and he steps away, shaking his head. I look at him confusedly. 

 “What's wrong?” I ask, my voice hardly audible.

 “Lauren,” He states, pausing for a second as he sighs, running a hand through his perfectly gelled hair and messing it up. “I–I've never felt this way before.” He covers his face with his hand, pacing back and forth.

 “What way Niall?” I question, placing a hand on his shoulder which causes him to uncover his face and look at me.

 “Sparks, Lauren.” He curses under his breath, “I felt sparks!” 

 “That's not a bad thing though, is it?” I feel a smile tugging at the corners of my lips as I blush.

 “Yes!” He exclaims, “There's a reason why I've always refused to let myself fall in love and treat girls like shit for my own pleasure.”

 “And what reason is that?” I furrow my eyebrows, preparing myself for his confession.

 “Complicated.” He shrugs, “I never tell anyone apart from Zayn about my troubles, he's the only one that knows.”

 “Let's make it two people that know.” I reply, “I’m listening, Niall. I'm here for you and I care.”

 “Okay, but promise me you won't leave after I tell you, right?” I nod and he smiles, a genuine one for a change. 

 “You can tell me anything.” I persuade. He nods, turning to face me.

 “I've had troubles with life, I struggle to show my emotions. I rarely ever laughed, smiled or even left my room for that matter until I met Harry and his friends. They introduced me to better things in life, everything changed for me. I watched how they took advantage of people and I hated it. I had sworn to myself that I would never treat anyone like that.” He paused, taking a shaky breath before continuing, “That night, I went home to see my mother and father fighting. I decided to listen to the conversation without making myself noticeable. I soon realised the reason for their argument; my mum had cheated. It was worse that that actually, she had been living two lives; one with me and my dad and another with a family on the other side of town. She walked out on us, screaming curse words and telling my dad how much she really despised him and how we meant nothing to her. That night, I moved out. I went to live with Zayn and we became close. I started consuming alcohol and smoking to ease my pain. I used girls for my own pleasure and treating them like they were worthless. I never got into relationships or was faithful because of what my mum did, I thought it would happen to me and I couldn't risk it. Everything’s been so hard for me. I don't know about Harry though, I think he just does it for fun. He's obsessed with power. I feel sorry for your friend, but I think that she could be the one to change him. Just like you're possibly changing me.” He jumped, startled as I wrapped my arms around his frame.

 “No one deserves anything like that Niall,” I smiled at him comfortingly, “You're so strong to tell me that. I'm here for you, I promise I'll not hurt you; not ever.”

 “Thanks.” He kissed my forehead, tenderly. He bit the inside of his cheek as if he wanted to say more. My phone bleeped, indicating that I had received a text. I checked it, it was from Emmie.

 ‘we need to talk, get ur butt over here NOW.’

 “Niall, I have to go.” I sighed.

“But–You promised you wouldn't leave.” He stuttered.

 “It's urgent, Niall.”

 “No, you're just like the rest of them.” Niall tensed his jaw.

 “Niall–” He interrupted me.

 “Just get out.” He snapped harshly. I ran a hand through my hair, slinging my bag over my shoulder and shoving my phone into my pocket. 

 “Bye Niall.” I murmured, stepping out the room and shutting the door quietly behind me. “I love you.” I whispered, walking out the house with tears forming in my eyes.  I trudged down the pathway to his house, getting out my phone and texting Emmie to pick me up.

 “Wait!” I heard a voice from the doorway call and pounding footsteps behind me. I'm engulfed in a hug. “I love you too Lauren, please stay with me, I don't want to lose you.”





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