Homeless

Rylie is homeless. Has been all her life, to be exact. She lives in an alleyway next to a Starbucks, in a busy street of New York.
One day, someone kneels before her, wad of money in hand. That same boy ended up being her boyfriend.
He is her angel, her lifesaver.
*I own the characters. Anything about them that could appeal to you is coincidental! I don't own One Direction though!*

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10. Chapter 10

Rylie's P.O.V

          One by one, the boys introduced themselves as; Niall, Louis, Liam and Zayn. Niall, the blond, blue-eyed irish man. Louis, the brunette blue-eyed loud one. Laim, the brunette browneyed mature one. Zayn, the black-haired, bown-eyed mysterious one. And of course, my angel. Harry Styles the green eyed, curly boy with dimples.

          The boys all took a place on the couch, Tommy then jumping up from my lap and placing himself in Niall's. I smiled, Tommy must be comfortable with him. Laim had th remote and the guys settled for a football match, meaning soccer. I never ever ever watched television before. It was so amazing how everything moves across the screen, sound being produced from the speakers hooked up to the eighty inch plasma.

          "Is that Harry's shirt you're wearing? And boxers?," Louis asked me, putting emphasis on 'and'. I felt the blush creep up into my cheeks, the room suddenly feeling so much warmer, and I nodded at them quite shyly. Harry chuckled at my reaction and kissed my red cheek with those pink plump lips of his. I swear my face got redder than it already was.

          The boys were laughing at my reaction, which made me flush in embarassment further more than I already was. "Shhh. Guys, stop. You're scaring her," Harry told them, pulling me into his warm side and playing with a strand of my hair to calm me down. It worked, his actions seeming to soothe me. I felt my tempature go down to regular human body tempature and I took in a deep breath, Harry's scent following.

          His scent was something of musk and Chanel perfume, the two mixing together and making me feel in the right place. "Do you want something to eat?" He whispered to me, kissing the top of my head afterwards. His large expansive hand rubbed my back, the skin then seeming a tad bit hotter.

          I nodded, then looking up at him.

Harry's P.O.V

          She looked up at me with those eyes I loved so much and nodded. I smiled at her and leant down, kissing her forehead. I stood up, pulling her up with me. Her cheeks turned Rosy and she pulled the shirt down to cover the part of her stomach that had been exposed. The boys were to interested in the game, trying to doge us at of their way as Ronaldo was about to score a goal. "I don't know why you guys like mexican-league soccer so much," I said as I walked away to the kitchen with Rylie in tow.

          "So. There's a lot to choose from here. Oreos, chips ahoy, potato chips, carrots... broccoli, snadwich... and... yeah." I stood up straight, the fridge door still open from looking in and my hand holding it, the coldness semming to seep out at an antarctic tempature. "Care to have a sandwhich? One for me, one fore you?" She nodded, not daring to come into the room, just lingering in the doorway.

          I prepared two sandwhiches for us with the ingredients of; ham, lettuce and tomato. I put each on a plate and I put everything back where they belong. "Do you want some water?," I asked her. "Yes please," she said cutely. I grabbed two water bottles from the fridge, closing it right after and putting everything on the marble island with brown stools in 'diner' style. "Come on, take a seat," I told her.

          She hesitantly stepped forward, then climbing on to a stool. I sat down on the stool beside hers, and we started eating.

          I asked her about her life and such, how living in the streets was. She told me everything, and I knew she trusted me. She told me how she's been all over New York, all the beautiful places there was- she even reccomended me some places. This girl was amazing, she told me how she had wanted to have a husband, and have children and have a good life. But then she said something that really touched me.

          "You know Harry, before you... I always thought I had nothing to live for." She looked up at me with glossy eyes and continued, "Thank you Harry. For changing my life forever."

 

       

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