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.


7. 6

Al's P.O.V.



I paced back and forth in my room. Harry said he'd be here soon. I'm so scared and I just don't know what to think, or what to say to him. If I do the wrong thing, or say the wrong thing, I could get hit. 

I honestly don't want a boyfriend who's abusive. If he really is abusive, and we start dating, I'm screwed. I will be with him until he breaks up with me. God. 

I heard a loud knock come from downstairs. He's here. I opened my door and ran down the steps. I opened the front door and there he stood. 


He looked perfect. He was wearing an over-sized jersey with the name Styles on the back, black jeans, black shoes, and an American flag bandanna holding his dark curls off his forehead. 

"Hey," he smirked.

"Uh, hi," I said nervously. "Come in," I said letting him in. He walked in and was looking around. I closed the door and sighed. I looked at him with a smile. 

"So, Allyson,"


"Do you have family live here?"

"Uh no. I moved out of my parent's a couple years ago,"

"Why? You're so... young," 

"I know. I just couldn't take it anymore, so I found an apartment," 

"What was wrong with being there?"

"They were just so pushy, and expected me to do everything for them,"


"Yeah. So, what do you want to know about me?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Shouldn't we get to know each other?"

"If you want," he shrugged. We went to the living room and sat down. He sat really close to me. I mean really close. Like our legs were touching. 

"So Allyson. When's your birthday?"

"July 28,"

"Full name?"

"Allyson Joelin Withers,"

"Favorite color?" 

"Orange," he kept on asking me random questions, but the next question not only creeped me out, but brought things back to me. 

"Are you a virgin?" he asked in my ear. I started thinking about John. I ignored the question and looked at him. 

"Uh, let's go to the kitchen," I said getting up. I started walking to the kitchen, and I could feel Harry right behind me. 

"What's wrong?"



"Can you please call me Al?"

"No, now what's wrong?"

"You just made me think of something,"


"I don't want to talk about it," 

"That's fine. What do wanna do?"

"I don't care,"

"We could watch a movie or something," he told me. I just got the thought of him with his arm around me. I would like, but then be scared at the same time. I'm scared being here alone with him. Just him breathing or blinking scares me. 

"Uh, yeah sure," I said looking down. I heard Harry's footsteps come close to me. He pulled my chin up with his finger, making me look into his eyes. His eyes are gorgeous. I almost jumped as he placed a soft kiss to my lips. He grabbed my arm and pulled me to the living room to watch a movie. 

We were halfway through our fifth movie, and Harry had his arm around me, holding me close to him. I yawned and looked at the time. Midnight. I laid my head on Harry's hard chest and my eyes slowly closed, making me fall into a deep sleep.

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