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!*


19. Chapter 17

Rylie's POV

Harry wasted no time in getting us to Starbuck's, getting into the car and immediately driving away. I really admire Harry for how charasmatic he is and how sweet in general he is. I can see that spark in his eyes and his smile whenever he talks about his fans or even meeting them. Yes, I sometimes do get jealous over the fans, they are all so pretty with silky hair and beautiful eyes, and here I am looking like garbage.

I'm not saying I'm jealous... OK I admit, maybe I am, a tad bit. But it's only because Harry can get the whole female population but he sticks with me, only because he has to. Deep inside I feel bad for Harry, I really do, it's just that he makes me feel special, like I'm the only girl in the world.

Cheesy, I know. But I feel as if thogh it is true. He's the only guy who has evr put himself in contact with me, in a good way. He generally cares about me and gives me all my necessities, but all I have needed all along is his love and appreciation.

Now, I know the media puts him to be as a 'manwhore' and a 'flirt', but he is nothing of that sort, not even close to it. He's oh, so sweet and caring, with the heart of a loving person. The comments hurt him, I've seen the tears behind the beautiful smile, the insults behind the love, the angered one behind the gentle giant.

Harry was my world, the one who changed it and the one who got me to be as healthy as an average person could be. Over the time we have been together, he has taken me to the doctors to have a check up and, being the cheeky one he is, took me to get ice cream for 'doing a good job'.

It's these little things he does that make me feel like I could be in love with him by next month, but he's so gorgeous and charasmatic.




"What do you want to order, babe?" he asked me as his greeens scanned over the menu, as if he had to. I know that he knows the Starbucks menu like the back of his hand, as do I. I grew up here, practically.

This Starbucks was my Starbucks, with the familiar alley next to it. I found out that just 2 days ago, the manager died. I have learned to contain most emotions, and I had to stay strong. Of course I was friends with Ben, he was a sweet and portly man, who waddled in the kitchen to make sure all pastries were perfect and coffee's weren't too bitter or too sweet.

I shrugged my shoulders in response to Harry's question. "Whatever you want. I've tried everything and I like evrything."

He nodded in approval and looked around the room for a waiter. "Hey! Hey hey hey, over here, please! thanks." He gained the  attention of a guy with scruffy blon hair and dark eyes in his mid-twenties.

"Hello! What do you two want to order?"

Harry told him the drinks and the waiter nodded, headed towards the back.

I believe he was new here, I have never seen him before, and I'm usually here about 24/7. "I've never seen him here before..." I said aloud.

Harry shrugged and grabbed my hand, reaching for my fingers and bringing my hand up to his lips. He left a tender kiss to the back as his eyes shut.

His pinks lingered for a couple seconds, enough time for my heart to speed up, as fast as a train.

I have been impressed with how he can change my emotions like this, one minute all calm and the next nervous as hell.



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