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.


10. 9

Al's P.O.V.



I woke up in a room I didn't recognize. I looked around and realized where I was. 

Harry's Room. 

I was in is bed, but he wasn't there. I got out of his bed and opened the door. I walked down the hallway and the down the steps. I walked into the living room and there was no one there. I went to the kitchen, and there sat a shirtless Harry. Oh my god. He had tattoos and I felt like I could melt looking at his abs. 

"Good morning, Allyson," he said. He got up and walked over to me, he kissed my head and pulled me over to the table. I sat down next to him and stayed quiet. 

"Are you hungry?"

"N-No," I said. 

"Are you sure?"


"Okay," he looked over at me and smiled. I gave him a small smile back. 

Why was he acting like this? Does he not remember what happened yesterday? When he slapped me across the face? Twice?! 

"H-Harry?" I asked. He looked over to me. 

"Yes?" I looked at him and lost my words. I don't know if I should say anything. I'm just scared of him. As soon as I looked at him, I couldn't speak. 


"Never mind," I shook my head. 

"Why are you acting like this?"

"What do you mean?"

"You seem... frightened,"

"Because I am!" I thought. 

"I'm fine, trust me,"

"You're sure,"


"Okay," he stood up and went to the kitchen counter. I saw him open a drawer. He pulled out a butter knife and I watched his every move. He went over to the toaster and then it popped. Toast. Once he was finished putting butter on his toast, he came over with it on a plate. I was honestly really hungry. The smell of fresh toast and warm butter didn't help either. 

Harry looked at me and held out a piece of toast. I moved my hand to take it, and our fingers accidentally touched. I felt a weird feeling. A good feeling. I don't know why, but I did. Like his touch gave me sensation I couldn't even describe.

I bit into the toast and I noticed Harry looking at me. I looked over and he smiled, with chewed up toast in his mouth. I laughed and I was surprised that I smiled. He finished chewing and he swallowed the toast. He smiled again. 

"That's better," I laughed. I reached over and used my thumb wipe the corner of his mouth, which had crumbs on it. He smiled at my touch. 

"Now, that's perfect," I laughed. He smiled at me and I went upstairs to get my purse. I left his house and smiled as I got home, and I decided to get ready for the day.

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