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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12. Chapter 11

Harry's P.O.V

          "Hey Louis. Have yopu seen Rylie anywhere? I can't find her..." the lad turned to look at me, and shook his head. "Nope, I haven't seen her. You should try looking in your room, though." I sighed and shook my curls, we had theday off today, so why should I style my hair?

          I slowly opened the door to my room, finding a figure in my bed. "Rylie?" I asked. Her head snapped toward me, her pale, broken face. "Oh, baby." I walked toward the bed, closing the door behind me, and taking a seat behind her. I pulled her back to my chest, enveloping her small frame in my arms. A whimper left her lips, her body shaking. I swept her hair over one shoulder, then planting a kiss to the back of her neck.

          I pulled down one sleeve, the skin on her shoulder revealing. I kissed along her shoulder, then back up again. "Harry," she whispered. "Hmmm," I hummed. she gripped my hand tightly, and I felt a water droplet land on my hand. I frowned, then slowly turned her around to face me.

          I positioned her to straddle my lap, and our faces were leveled. I cupped her face, taers leaking from her beautiful eyes and down her rosy cheeks. I kissed her forehead, my heart hurting at the sight of seeing her this upset.

          "Please don't cry, baby. It will be okay. I promise." Even though I was telling her not to cry my own voice cracked and I began to choke up.

          Whatever she feels, I feel.

A/N: Sorry it's so short but I'll update tomorrow

Harrys_Bo_ xxx

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