Homeless and Helpless.

Harry Styles, the homeless guy who does everything for his sister Gemma's daughter Sam. Gemma died from cancer years ago, now, Sam and Harry lives in the streets, struggling to keep themselves alive. But what happens when Harry get's a plan? Which involves getting hit by a car to the very rich Evelyn Jackson the daughter of a sucessfull lawyer.

----Inspired by the movie "Curly Sue"----

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1. Chapter ONE.

Harry's P.O.V

"Eight... Nine... Ten!" I shouted before opening my eyes.

Looking around in the dark alley I spotted some curly brown hair peeking out of the container. I smirked and walked over to the container, "Your turn." I smirked as I heard Sam groan.

"Unfair! You counted fast as hell! I had no time to hide." She pouted jumping out of the container. 

"Alright, are you hungry?" I asked clapping my hands together.

"So hungry I could eat a horse." She said as we started to walk out of the alley.

"How about that eat as much as you can?" I asked.

"Love it. Come on!" She said starting to run.

As we arrived the restaurant we stepped inside, a tall man looking like a jerk in his black suit and his hair dragged back, "Name?" He asked as I looked down at his book.

"My name is Carlos James and this is..." I said pointing at Sam, "Olivia Hanson."

The man looked up and down at me and then at Sam, cocking an eyebrow he rolled his eyes before leading us into the restaurant.

"Table 16." He said.

Sam and I hang our jackets on the chair before we walked over to the buffet, I glanced over at Sam who were eating like never before, taking one bite from a chicken before moving on to the cake.

"Put it on the plate darling." I chuckled.

Evelyn's P.O.V

"Yes dad, I'm trying." I told my dad through the phone as I sat on my couch eating grapes.

"I'm proud of you sweetheart, following your dad's footsteps. One day you'll become a great lawyer." He said.

"Hopefully. Well, see you later dad." I said hanging up.

I placed my phone on the table right before the doorbell went off. Standing up I walked over to my front door and opened, standing face to face with my boyfriend Jack. He stepped inside grabbing my waist before kissing my lips.

"I have a surprise for you." He smirked.

"What?" I asked kissing his lips again.

"You're officially a lawyer now." He said as my jaw dropped.

"Are you serious?" I asked before hugging him tight, "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" I screamed.

"Baby you're welcome." He said kissing my forehead.

"But I have to leave for work now." I said as he pouted.

"Do you have to?" He said.

"I have to." I replied.

Harry's P.O.V

As Sam and I sat at the table eating all the food we could fit in our stomach I glanced over at the man working outside. A couple were arguing with him, "What do you mean Carlos is already here?! I'm Carlos!" The man shouted at him.

The man working there snapped his head towards Sam and I, I jumped up from my chair dragging Sam with me, when I was about to leave I bumped into a huge man, the security. He grabbed me by my neck throwing me outside.

"Hey!" I heard Sam's voice yell.

Looking up I saw her in front of the security, "Why don't you find someone your own size?" She told him.

He started to laugh about to throw her out before she kicked his nuts, which made me laugh. She took my hand dragging me up from the ground as we started to run. When we came back into the alley she sat down on a mattress bringing out a donut she took from the buffet.I looked at her crumbling herself into a ball after eating that little donut. Tucking her jacket closer to keep herself warm, I started to think that she doesn't deserve to live this life.

"Harry?" She whispered snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Yes honey?" I asked.

"I'm freezing." She said.

I sighed, it was quiet for a while before I said, "Come on." I started to walk deeper into the alley as I heard her small footsteps behind me, "Where?" She asked.

"I have a plan." I stopped, picking up a tick plank.

Bending down in front of her, so I was the same height as her I told her, "I want you to hit me, as hard as you can, in my forehead."

"I can't do that." She said.

"Do you want to be warm at nights? Do you want to eat warm food? Then hit me." I commanded.

"But..." She tried before I cut her off, "How much to you love me?" 

"This much." She said stretching her arms out as much as she could.

"Then I want you to hit me that much." I told her stretching my arms out.

"Fine, but you'll cry." She said as I handed her the plank.

"Have you ever seen me cry?" I chuckled.

"I've seen you sad." She mumbled.

"That's not crying, now hit me." I smirked closing my eyes.

"Alright, here it comes." She said before suddenly I felt the plank hit my forehead really hard.

I fell down on my back with a massive headache shouting in agony, to be a seven year old little girl she surely hit like a man.

"Now, tell me what's the point of this?" She asked.

I slowly stood up and took her hand, "We'll get a home." I said lifting her up.

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