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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6. Chapter 6

Rylie's P.O.V

          "Thank you," I whispered to him. He gave me a heart-warming, genuine smile and said, "Anything for you, love." I blushed, turning my head away. "Come on," he said, wrapping his strong, toned arm around me and encouraging me forward. I looked back at Tommy who had shot up, ears perked up and big brown eyes watching curiously. "Wait," I said to him. "I can't leave without him. I can't."

          The tears blurred my vision, my heart aching at the thought of Tommy running around without anyone. "You can bring him. If you want," he whispered.

Harry's P.O.V

          She looked up at me with glowing eyes, her mouth open and ready to speak. "Relly? Thank you. So much," she said before quietly calling 'Tommy' over. The small german sheperd came running toward her, jumping in joy, and barking. She scooped him up in her arms, cradling him, holding him as if he was the most precious thing in the world.

          "My name's Harry," I told her. "R-ylie," she stuttered, looking up to meet my gaze. She looked so inncoent and afraid of the real world. Rylie is so beautiful, with those big blue eyes, dark hair and rosy lips. I wrapped my arm around her shoulder and started walking, guiding her to the car.

          I opened the passenger seat for her, holding Tommy while she got comfortable. I handed Tommy to her again and buckled her seatbelt as she stared in awe at how the buckle clicked in. I smiled at her and she held Tommy a tad bit tighter, a blush rising to her cheeks.

Rylie's P.O.V

          Man, this guy is really a millionare. His vehicle is amazing, clean and rich felling atmosphere. "So we're going to my place... Is that okay with you? Or-or do you want t-to go somewhere else?" I just shook my head and mumbled, "Your place is fine." "No really."

          "It's okay, really," I yold him once more. "Are you sure? I just want you to be comfortable." Concern was written all over his face, his eyes caring and warm. I just gave him a small smile. "Your place." He sighed and smiled, turning and putting that strap acroos his body, clicking it in place. This place truly is magical.

          He hummed as he drove, eyes fixed on the road. The drive was short, only having to turn a few corners, stopping at a huge luxurious hotel. "This is where I'm staying. And I'm taking you with me to England when we leave. I'll give you everything you need, so dobn't worry sbout that," he told me, green eyes staring into my own blue orbs.

A/N: Hi!

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