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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5. Chapter 5

A/N: Heyyy. So I really like this story I think it's going to be really good. Your comments really mean a lot to me so please comment! Love you guys. Harrys_Butterfly_Tattoo xxx

Riley's P.O.V

          It was really early in the morning when I woke up, on a bench at central park. Tommy was curled up into a little ball, on the hard and cold concrete of the pathway. I sat up, blinking a few times and taking a look at my surroundings. A recently installed water fountain burbled softly not too far from from me, the sound so soft It could put me to sleep. I put my bag on my shoulder and gently shook Tommy, getting the small pup to get up. He slowly opened his eyes, standing up lazily. I sighed, taking the rope off and putting it into my bag and then picking up Tommy.

          I cradled him in my arms, Tommy soon falling asleep again. I went to where the crosswalk was, and I pushed the button so that I was able to cross the street. The sign turned green and I hurried across, ignoring the honks of some of the peoples cars. Once safelt across I looked both ways and started walking. I turned the corner once, then once again, to the street where Starbucks was.

          I put Tommy down once I was there and he immediately ran away, to the back of the alleyway where he does his business and sometimes rests. I smiled at him softly, then turning away with a sigh. I sat down at the start of the alleyway, back pressed to the cold brick. People walked by, some giving me looks, and most of them ignoring me.

          I looked down, getting deep into my thoughts. They were interrupted when a shadow was cast over me, two feet poking at me. I looked up, legs covered in a pair of skin tight black skinnies and a black tee shirt, a fancy coat on him. He resembled a James Bond, in clothing. It was that same curly-haired boy from Starbucks, except his hair was styled in some sort of quiff.

          I looked away from his piercing jade stare, my body shifting slightly uncomfortably. I looked up just as he kneeled before me, a wad of green dollars in his hand.

Harry's P.O.V

          She looked up at me with those innocent blue eyes, her pink lips parted slightly. I held the money in my hand, expecting her to take it, but she didn't. She just moved away. "It's okay," I told her softly. She shook her head, dark hair falling over her face. "Come," I gently encouraged her. I beckoned with my hand for her to come.

          She slowly moved towards me, her hands wrapping around herself. She was only in a thin sweatshirt, and it was cold. I stood up, before holding my hand out. Her small pale hand hesitantly reached out, grabbing my hand. I pulled  her up, taking my jacket off and putting it over her shoulders.

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