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.


4. 3

Al's P.O.V.



"My name?"



"Al. Is that short for something?"


"Allyson. I love that name. Would you mind if I called you that?"

"Not at all,"

"Or Ally, that's cute too,"

"I-I don't care," I am so terrified. 

"Can you girls leave us alone please? We need to talk. You too, boys," they all nodded and left us alone. Okay, it's official. I feel like I'm going to faint. That's how scared I am. He looked into my eyes, and smirked.

"Would you like to go out with me sometime?"

"Uh, I um. Y-Yeah,"

"Is Saturday alright for you?" 

"Um, actually Saturday is my friends birthday, but I think I could figure something out," 

"So, Saturday?''

"Yeah, sure,"

"Can I have your number?" he said.

"Yeah," we switched phones and I looked at his saved contact. I gulped when I saw the name Harry written on the screen. I'm going on a date with someone who is possibly abusive.

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