*First chapter has the 'about' because it was too long to fit 1000 words... so my apologies :)*


3. Chapter Two

-Six Months Later-

Harry’s POV

“I know I’m late, I just got lost.” I said angrily in the phone. Liam sighed, extremely frustrated.


“Well where are you?” he asked. I looked around at the tall buildings of the city, completely and utterly confused. I looked for a sign to tell me the street name, but I found none.


“I have no clue.” I replied, sighing. I was starting to give up, because I’ve been roaming the streets for the last hour with no luck of finding out where I am.


“IS THAT HARRY STYLES?!” I heard someone scream. My eyes widened as I turned my head to see a girl staring at me with wide eyes, pointing at me. She seemed to catch several other girls’ attention, and soon enough, they were all running in my direction.


“Liam, I think I’m gonna have to call you later before I get mobbed!” I yelled into the phone. I hung up, not waiting for a response. How the hell did I manage to get lost and then have a ton of fans recognize me?


I ran down the streets, shoving people out of my way in an attempt to lose all the fangirls. My mind was racing as I turned a quick corner, hoping none of them saw me as I jumped into the alleyway. To my luck, all the girls passed the alleyway without noticing my presence.


I sat down on the dirty ground, trying to catch my breath. I really need to exercise a bit more, or else it’ll get to the point where I won’t be able to get away from mobs like this one. I’ve ran from worse mobs, but it’s usually where there are security guards to make sure we’re fine. In this case, I have no type of protection whatsoever. If those girls had caught up to me, there’s no saying what would have happened.


I really regret leaving the hotel this morning. That Starbuck’s coffee was not worth any of this whatsoever.


After about five minutes, I got up and brushed my pants off, then started walking down the streets again. This time I was more lost, and this didn’t really look like a... friendly neighborhood, if you know what I mean.


I kept my hands shoved in my front pockets and looked around. I had sunglasses over my eyes and a beanie on my head. It was meant to be my disguise, but it obviously didn’t serve its purpose that well.


I felt as if someone was watching me as I walked down the streets, and I stopped to look around. I was extremely worried that it was a crazy fan, which was something I didn’t want to end up worrying about. I don’t even think it’s safe to be in this area from the looks of it.


I felt someone grab the back collar of my shirt and something cold pressed up against my temple. I completely stopped breathing as I looked straight ahead, not moving. “What’s a pretty boy like you doing around here, huh?” he asked roughly into my ear. I shut my eyes tightly, not wanting to know what was pressed up against my head, even though I had a very good guess. “Answer me, pretty boy.”




“I recommend that you get the hell outta here before I shoot your puny little ass and call the cops on ya.” I heard a girl voice firmly say. I looked to the side as far as I could without moving my head and I saw a girl about my age or younger holding a gun at either me or the other guy. I couldn’t tell who she was threatening, but I didn’t move considering the guy was still holding onto the collar of my shirt.


“Yeah, because I’m sure you’re really going to shoot that gun,” the guy laughed. “I doubt you even know how to use it.”


I heard a loud gunshot and I closed my eyes tightly as the guy behind me yelped. He immediately let go of me and I kept my eyes tightly shut. I didn’t move a muscle, worried that I was going to end up being killed. Adrenaline pumped through my veins to do something or at least run, but I was frozen from being so scared. Call me a wimp if you’d like, but if you had a gun pressed onto your head, you’d probably be bawling like a baby.


“What the actual fuck!? You could have killed me you little bitch!” the guy yelled.


“That’s the point, you pig. Now get the hell outta here before I really shoot ya.” the girl said angrily. The guy angrily humphed, and I heard his footsteps as he walked away. My eyes were still tightly shut and I was scared out of my mind to even move a muscle, so I stood still.


I heard footsteps come towards me but they were much more gentle, and I knew it wasn’t the guy that had a hold of my collar seconds before. “You do realize I’m not gonna shoot ya, right?” a voice said. I cracked one of my eyes opened to see a girl smirking at me. She had dirty blonde hair and a rough look to her. If she was any normal kind of girl, I’d hit on her. I would have said she had a nice, soft look to her, but her face had a few scratches and dirt smudges. She looked extremely intimidating, even if she was probably about six inches shorter then me. I guess that I was a bit scared of her considering she still had one of her hands wrapped around the gun.


“Um... thank you?” I said. I mostly asked it, but you know what I mean. She chuckled and shook her head.


“No problem. Just saying, if you ever wanna walk around these areas, it’s best to watch your back and keep some kind of weapon with ya, or you’re dead meat.” she said. She shoved the gun on the inside of her jacket pocket, then smiled at me. She seemed like a really nice girl, other then the fact that she could kill me in a few seconds if she really wanted to. “That pig, I just wasted a bullet on him.”


“I-I’m sorry?” I stuttered. She laughed and shook her head.


“Nah, don’t apologize. It aint your fault.” she said, smiling at me. “So, what were ya doin’ wanderin’ around these areas anyway?”


“Um, I got lost.” I replied simply. I scratched the back of my neck nervously as she nodded her head.


“I see. Well, do ya need help getting anywhere?” she asked. “Wait, never mind. I forgot that my car’s gettin’ repaired.”


“It’s fine.” I said, shrugging.


“Wait, is that a British accent I hear?” she asked, slightly smiling. I chuckled.


“Yeah, I’m from England.” I replied.


“Really?” she asked, obviously surprised. “Me too!” I gave her a confused look and she laughed. “Sorry, I should explain. I moved here ‘bout six months ago from London.”


“Really? Why’d you move here?” I asked, looking around. I didn’t want to sound rude, even though that’s probably how it seemed to her. She shrugged her shoulders in response though.


“I was tired of all the shit.” she replied. I looked at her, surprised by her choice of her words. “Life sucked. My parents didn’t care about me, my friends were only friends with me ‘cause my parents had money, and I felt pressured that I had to do everything.” she sighed, obviously not wanting to think about it. “Do you ever feel that way? Like you’re pressured to do everything?”


“All the time.” I replied, nodding my head. Lets take all those fake relationships I was forced into for example...


“Yeah, it really-” she stopped talking in the middle of her sentence and I looked down at her, confused. She was staring hard in one direction and I turned my head to see some older guy out on the front porch of what I assumed was his house, watching us talk. “I think it’s best we go inside.”


She turned and started walking back to the apartment complex, but I didn’t move from my spot. Why would I trust this girl I just met? She stopped and turned her head, looking at me.


“You comin’?” she asked. I didn’t respond and she chuckled, rolling her eyes. She continued to walk, obviously not caring if I followed. Well, I guess a good reason as to why I should trust her is because she did just save me from that crazy guy who was holding a gun up to my head a few minutes ago. I soon jogged up to her, walking beside her.


“So, what’s your name?” I asked, suddenly realizing that I never asked her that.


“Savvs.” she replied, nodding her head. “And you?”


“Uh, Harry.” I replied. She looked at me, then back in front of her.


“You don’t seem too sure of that.” she replied, chuckling. I shrugged my shoulders.


“Well, I am.” I replied. She walked up to a door and opened it, stepping inside. She left the door open and walked into the room, leaving me to stand in the doorway.


The room smelt of cigarette smoke but I could tell that Savvs wasn’t the one who was smoking anything. She looked extremely healthy, if you didn’t count the fact that she was covered with dirt. The small room had a couch up against the wall where the window was, and a smaller couch beside it, pushed up to the other wall. There was a coffee table in front of the larger couch and a TV straight across from that, which was pressed up against the wall opposite of the large couch. Right by the TV was a doorway that lead to what looked to be a kitchen that was dimly lit. There was a door right beside the front door that led to a bathroom.


This place was a lot more clean then I thought it would be, but I could tell that she didn’t agree with that. She picked up a few things off the floor and shoved them in spots, trying to clean it up a little more. “Sorry it’s a mess, I haven’t cleaned up anything today.” she said. I chuckled, shaking my head.


“No, it looks fine.” I said. I stepped into the room and shut the door, looking around once again. Savvs seemed worried about what I would think, which confused me. Why would she care? She doesn’t even know me. “Is Savvs your real name?”


“Uh, no. It’s short for Savanna.” she replied, looking at her feet as she fumbled with her fingers.


“Oh, why don’t you go by Vanna then?” I asked. She flinched as I said that, and I regretted mentioning it. I knew it hit a nerve, I just didn’t know how.


“It’s just... Savvs.” she replied. She suddenly took her jacket off and shoved the gun in her pant’s pocket. “Would you like something to eat? I can make some pizza, if you want.”


“You sure?” I asked, looking at her worriedly. I could tell she didn’t have much money just from looking around. She had nothing that was what you would classify as new.


“Yeah, ‘course.” she replied, smiling at me. “I actually just put some in the over before all the commotion.”


“How did you even hear all of that, anyway?” I asked her, leaning on the arm of the couch.


“Um, I didn’t.” she said, looking down at her feet again. “I was watching out the window. We don’t get many people like you just wanderin’ around here.”


“Like me?” I asked, giving her a confused look. She made eye contact with me, and I could tell she immediately felt bad about what she said, thinking she offended me.


“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it that way. I meant that you just seem like you got more money and stuff and... Okay, I’m not helping any.” she said, groaning. I laughed loudly and she slightly smiled, obviously thinking she was embarrassing herself. After I finished laughing, she spoke. “Um, you can go ahead and make yourself at home while I get the pizza out of the oven.” I nodded my head as she turned and walked into the other room which I earlier thought was the kitchen.


I looked around the room again and sat down on the large couch. I saw a nightstand sitting beside the end of the couch and I scooted over to it so I could look at what were in the picture frames.


One was of a girl kissing a boy, and I could tell that the girl was Savvs. I picked it up and looked at it for a minute, noticing that it was an older photo. The glass for the frame was cracked, as if someone had thrown a rock at it or maybe dropped it. Savvs looked... different. She seemed extremely happy as the man held his arms around her waist and she had hers around his neck. I could see they were both smiling into the kiss, and it looked as if she was worry-free.


I set the picture down and then noticed the next one, which had a more fancy type of photo in it. I picked it up and looked at the photo.


Savvs was sitting on a wooden chair and smiling happily. There was a person on each side of her, who had one of their hands on her shoulders. Those faces were scribbled out in black sharpie, so I squinted in hopes that I could maybe make out the faces.


I heard Savv’s footsteps so I quickly set the photo down and looked in the direction of the doorway as she suddenly appeared. She lightly smiled at me. “Um, pizza is done.” she said. I nodded my head and got up, walking into the kitchen behind her.


Even if she doesn’t think that she just saved me from that maniac outside was a big deal, it was a large one and she saved my life and I can’t thank her enough for that. What would have happened if she wasn’t there? I probably wouldn't be breathing right now, my guess.

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