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.


32. 31

Al's P.O.V.




I laid in my bed with Harry by my side. His quiet snores were heard, and my hand played with his curls. He had dried tears on his cheeks. He cried for over an hour. I cried a little too, but not as much as him. I looked down at him. He looked so peaceful. Questions were buzzing through my head. 

Will Harry ever hit me again?

Should I leave?

What if he hurts me again?

If I leave I'll hurt myself, but more importantly him. 

I need to let all these thoughts go. I know that a man should never lay a hand on a woman, but he means the world to me. He doesn't want me to let go. I won't let go. I can't let go. Harry's head was rested against my chest, and I laid my head on the pillow that he wasn't laying on. I messed with his curls some more, then I finally let sleep take over me. 





I woke up to see Harry wasn't by my side. I sat up and looked around. He was no where to be seen. I got up off my bed and opened my bedroom door, heading downstairs. I found Harry in the kitchen making breakfast and singing a song to himself. 

"You and I. We don't wanna be like them. We can make it 'till the end. Nothing can come between, you and I. Not even the Gods above, could separate the two of us. No, nothing can come between, you and I. Ohh... You and I,"

I smiled to myself as I heard his voice. 

"Good morning," I said. Harry looked up and smiled when he saw me. He stopped what he was doing and walked over to me, planting a kiss on my lips. 

"Good morning, beautiful," he smiled. I smiled back and followed him to stove where he was making two omelets. I smiled, because he knew how much I loved his omelets. 

"Thank you for breakfast," I said as he set our plates on the table. 

"No problem," he smiled. I started eating and smiled because his food was delicious. 

"How is it?"

"Perfect," I smiled. 


"Yeah?" I was surprised because he called me Al for the second time. 

"Are we together, or?"

"Yeah, I guess," 

"I was just wondering. I didn't know if you-"

"I know," I said smiling. He smiled back and we finished our breakfast. 






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