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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17. Chapter 15

Harry's P.O.V

          "So you think I'm cute, huh?" He askedme with a smirk clearly evident on his features. I felt my cheeks flush as I nodded and took a step back. "Oh love, you don't have to be shy about it, cause you're cute as well."

          He winked at me and added the rest of the ingredients, leaving me to stand there completely shocked.

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".....and the finishing touch, the butter and syrup. No one can ever eat pancakes without syrup. Ever." he advised me. I just nodded and stood slightly behind him so he was shielding me. I watched as he placed the butter square very delicately in the middle of the pancake, then carefully drizzling the syrup over it.

I licked my lips and inhaled the delicious smelling air, feeling like in heaven. But I don't even know what being in heaven feels like.

Harry and I ate in silence, just enjoying each other's presence. I was debating wether or not to tell Harry that I have a crush on him. I think I shouldn't, since it could ruin our thing that we have right now.

Whatever that thing is. Like, we have a thing going on, but at the same time we don't have a thing. Sometimes when I lay in bed I think long and hard about this, it gets me confused.

Does he like me or does he not like me?

"BOO!" Harry called.

"AH!" I screamed.

He started laughing at my reaction to his scare, crouching over as the sound came out.

I smiled lightly and started laughing along with him, without a care in the world. All that mattered was here and now, laughing with Harry.

I ended up in his arms, all cuddled up and on the couch with the television turned on to some channel undescribable. "What are we watching?" I asked him softy. I felt him shrug and he softly whispered into my ear, "I have no clue. Do you want to maybe watch a movie? Go to Starbucks?"

He turned me on his lap to face me, forehead against forehead. "I would love to go to Starbucks." I told him, looking into his greens.

"Well. What are we waiting for?" He smiled.

I giggled and got off his lap, running to our shared room.

A/N: So, sorry for grammar mistakes, i apologize.

Harrys_Bo_

 

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