“I dream of leaving and never looking back. But it’s impossible.”

“Then take my hand and we’ll run together.”

Rosalie Brookes is running. She’s always running, that’s all she does. She’s lost, running from her deepest and darkest nightmares. The creature within her, its claws tight in her heart, has made her kill everyone she loves. Since watching her mother being murdered through her five year old eyes she’s had a secret. But she’s about to reveal her secret for the first time. To the man that saved her the night she was running.

Harry’s lost. He’s always lost. He’s lost everyone and needs to care for someone to make him complete. His twisted past of drinking and drugs is forgotten about. He’s escaped his problems and now wants to help Rosalie do the same.

Someone will bring their messed up worlds together. They have a lot more in common than they think. And that may save their lives one day.


This is the second version of this story I've made so enjoy!


2. Harry Styles

I was lying on a soft surface, a comforting pillow supporting my pounding head. The men, had they found me? Where have they taken me? I tried opening my eyes, but they were glued shut, every muscle in my body refusing to work. A sudden pain struck my lungs. I groaned softly, taking short breaths. I could feel my ribs digging harshly into my lungs, paining each breath I took. My legs ached, but I couldn’t remember why. The blood pounding in my ears muffled the faint noise of metal clashing in the distance.

Then everything came back to me in a flash, ‘his’ body dead in my arms, the taste, the feeling, the urge, that urge. My muscles tensed, the pictures, the memories spinning around in my head, ‘his’ reaction to what I did to ‘him’ on a loop in my mind. I forced my eyes open with the little strength I had left and propped my weak body on my elbows. Everything was a blur, but the room gave me a welcoming, cosy feeling. I blinked rapidly and rubbed my eyes.

My eyes wandered around the small room, noticing a bookcase, TV set, dining table behind the sofa I was lying on. It all looked so normal, not at all what I was expecting. But what was I expecting? I suppose being back in that alleyway, battered and bruised like…like…‘him’, the man that I loved I guess. I felt a coward. I couldn’t even think his name without feeling sick. My eyes flickered to the kitchen, trying to distract myself, but my stomach still churned at the thought of what I witnessed earlier.

Then my whole world stopped. Someone was stood in the open kitchen in front of me, his bare back to me. He wore tight black jeans and brown leather shoes on his large feet, but no shirt on. My cheeks burned red slightly as I tried tearing my eyes away from his gorgeous topless body. My heart fluttered in my sore chest as I gazed at the mop of gorgeous dark curls on his head. I took in his exposed back muscles, his broad shoulders, his firm waist. My jaw dropped slightly as all my worries and concerns just disappeared inside of me. He was bent over a pan, mumbling lowly to himself as the faint smell of bacon reached me. I let a small smile play on my lips, watching silently as he stood tall in the kitchen. He must have been the one I crashed into. I lost myself in my own thoughts, staring at his muscled body, listening to his laughter as he spoke to himself quietly.

I didn’t realise he had turned around.

A deep smile slowly spread over his face as his beautiful emerald eyes connected with mine. I felt my cheeks burn and sweat collect on my forehead. I hated when this happened. I always looked so ugly. I quickly flattened down my hair and wiped my forehead with the back of my hand, his stern gaze making my cheeks turn even redder.

“Hello there,” he spoke, taking a step towards me. I gradually pulled myself up into a sitting position, not able to avoid his penetrable eyes.

“Um, hi,” I barely whispered, my throat sore and painful. I rubbed the side of my neck, my fingertips pressing into the bruises brandished on my skin. I winced and pulled my hand from my neck. I watched as the stranger strolled over to me, his V-lines disappearing into his tight jeans. He had a wide torso and long arms covered in ink, but it wasn’t threatening or scary. His abs were faint, but he wasn’t too muscled. He was just right.

I pulled my weak legs off of the sofa to give him some room. He perched on the sofa next to me, never letting his smirk fade. He ran his large hand through his locks, letting his tongue glide over his plump lips. I felt his gaze drift up and down my body, my natural instinct to shrink away. He cautiously reached out, placing his large hand on my knee. Without thinking I jerked my knee away, shuffling back on the sofa, away from him. His smile faded.

“Who are you?” I muttered, rubbing my knee his touch had lingered on. Shivers flew up my arm, tingles erupting on the back of my neck. I supressed a smile as I inched ever so slowly towards the man.

“Harry,” he replied, offering me his hand. My eyes flickered down to it, instantly catching the tattoos on his wrist: ‘I can’t change,’ a padlock, key and shamrock. I finally tore my attention away from the artwork on his skin and warily took his hand, letting him shake it gently.

“Now you know my name, can I know yours?”

“I’m Rosalie,” I mumbled.

“Such a beautiful name.”

A smirk appeared on his face as I burnt red again at his comment. We stared at each other for a little while, silence falling around us. He still had hold of my hand, squeezing it firmly. Instinctively, I pulled back and dropped my gaze as I increased the gap between us once more. But strangely I wanted his touch again; I wanted to know what he felt like, tasted like. I was curious. His concern for me made me want more. But I just shook my head slightly. I didn’t want to fall in love with him, not after what I’ve done tonight, and the times before that. I didn’t want to hurt anyone else.

The silence grew thick around us like a cloud of smoke. I coughed awkwardly into my fist, wiping the sweat off my forehead again.

“What happened?” he suddenly asked warily, shuffling closer to me again, his eyebrows drawn together. “When I bumped into you, you looked terrified, like you’d witnessed something horrifying. Someone must have hurt you.”

Before I could flinch away he gently grasped my chin in his hand, tilting my head up slightly. He glanced down at my neck, biting his bottom lip worryingly. I pulled back from his touch and looked away, cupping the side of my neck, not caring that it hurt. I rubbed my skin softly, tears pooling in my eyes.

“That’s none of your business,” I snapped. I didn’t mean to sound horrible, but you couldn’t blame me if you knew what happened to me tonight. Harry’s whole face just fell, but something behind him caught my attention. Smoke started rising from the pan in the kitchen. My stern expression faded. “Um, the bacon,” I said, pointing to the kitchen. Harry glanced over his shoulder before jumping up.


“I-I…” I stuttered, but something behind him caught my attention. Smoke started rising from the pan in the kitchen. “The bacon,” I said, pointing to the kitchen. Harry glanced over his shoulder before jumping up.


He dashed into the open kitchen, turning the ring off. I watched as he grabbed the tea towel, waving it about madly. I finally let a smile appear as the fire alarm started beeping noisily. He cursed loudly, picking up the piece of bacon in the frying pan.

“Ouch!” he yelled, letting go of the meat instantly. It landed on the kitchen floor as he shook his hand about in the air, blowing on his fingers. I pressed my lips together, but it never stopped the smirk dancing on my lips as I watched Harry dash over to the tap, running cold water on his hands. He breathed a sigh of relief over the alarm, his back falling heavily as the water crashed onto his hand. I grinned over to him, lightly shaking my head.

Once the alarm had stopped, the kitchen empty of smoke, he turned off the tap and spun around. I forced back the urge to laugh, biting the inside of my cheeks as I watched. A grin took over Harry’s frown once our eyes met.

“You think this is funny, do ya?” he asked, eyes narrowed over to me. I smirked in return, but it dawned on me that I shouldn’t be here. I’ll hurt Harry if I get too close to him.

“Look, I think it’s time for me to go,” I muttered as I stood up, but before I could even turn long fingers grasped onto my arm, a figure leaning over me.

“Please don’t go.”

“I’m sorry, Harry.” I took my arm out of his grip, but his long fingers were soon wrapped around it again, sitting me back down onto the sofa.

“Two more minutes. Please.”

I sighed, turning my gaze to look at him. I stared into his eyes, watching a slight glimpse of loss flickering in them. He was practically begging me to stay. He was all alone.

His hand was still around my arm, his thumb rubbing over my skin. He smiled as he felt the muscles in my arms relax a little. Two more minutes couldn’t hurt, could it?

I noticed his eyes flicker down to my lips before his frosty gaze watched his own fingers gently trail down my biceps. My whole body tingled as I gazed up at him. I took in the sharp jawline of this man, the dimples indented in his cheeks as he smiled. I didn’t understand him. He was a stranger to me, a dark figure I bumped into. He was a mystery man. But at the same time he looked cute. As he blocked my way on the pavement only hours ago, I was frightened of him, of what he could possibly do to me. But as I gazed up at the sweet, genuine man I realised how wrong I was.

I soon felt his thumb stroke once over my cheek, catching my attention again. A soft smile graced my face as his eyes flickered down to my lips before connecting with my innocent gaze again. He smirked at my vulnerability. I was weak under his touch. I was scared to blink in case I’d miss something beautiful he’d do. And Harry knew that. I tried shaking myself out of this loved up trance, knowing that I’d only met him a few hours ago. We’d barely spoken to each other. I know nothing about him. But nothing stopped me from having feelings for this man. Love was weird.

My breaths calmed as he moved his head closer, the distance between us growing shorter by the second. His breath warmed my mouth as his lips hovered over mine. His hand moved from my cheek to gently cup my chin, tilting my head up a little. My heart fluttered hard in my chest as he left a soft kiss onto my bottom lip, wanting to know whether he could carry on. I was stunned by the simple touch, watching Harry’s smirk grow as he closed the tiny gap between our lips. He kissed me tenderly, his lips grazing mine softly. I let my eyelids droop as I slowly and cautiously moved my lips against his, gingerly wrapping my fingers around the nape of his neck. My feelings were growing for him by the second, the more I felt him, tasted him. But the voice, that voice that was following me after what happened. It was back.


It was barely a whisper, but the noise filled my head. Before I could stop Harry, he quickly climbed on top of me, pinning me down onto the sofa. He laid on top of me as we still kissed, his bare chest pressed hard against mine. His lips pressed down harder onto mine, a warm tongue swiping across my bottom lip for access. I quickly felt constricted, an eruption of hot tingles spreading out across my body.

“Rosie, please.”

I gripped onto Harry’s sides tightly, squeezing my eyes shut. “No,” I muttered against his lips. The images suddenly bombarded my mind, causing cold sweat to rise to my skin. I shivered uncontrollably despite the tall man laid out on top of me.

“Help me, Rosie.”

“No,” I said louder, pulling back from the kiss instantly. Harry’s eyes flew open, his lips still parted as he gazed down at me in confusion. A mixture of hot and cold engulfed my body. I began to shake even though Harry was still lying on me, his body heat warm on my skin. Harry looked down at me anxiously.

“Get off,” I ordered, sounding sterner than I wanted to. “Just get off,” I said louder, pushing him away from me. He climbed off of me silently, avoiding looking me in the eye. I quickly pulled myself up, hearing that voice constantly in my head. I could feel ‘his’ cold skin against mine as he died in my arms only hours ago. I did love ‘him’, I really did. But I couldn’t help what I did, what I am.

Harry sat on the other end of the sofa, his forearms resting on his thighs as he hung his head. I sat up too, keeping the distance between us. I can’t do this. I can’t love Harry. If I do then I’ll do it again. I rubbed my trembling hands on my face, seeing what happened in that alleyway earlier all over again. I lifted my legs onto the sofa, curling up into a tight ball on the soft cushions. I could hear Harry breathing heavily next to me, stuttering as he tried to think of what to say. I finally tore my gaze from his tense body, letting my head lower to my knees. But Harry finally broke the silence between us.

“Look, Rosalie, I’m really sor-”

“Don’t,” I muttered, slowly lifting my chin back up. “Just don’t. Look, I’d better go.”

These words left a deep, aching sorrow in my chest, but I had to do it, to save him. I pulled myself off of the sofa a little too quickly. I staggered back a step, pressing my hand into the side of my throbbing head. Harry jumped up, his strong body towering over me. I felt small, intimidated, weak. My legs folded under me, all my energy drained out of my weak form. I could see the darkness beckoning me as I let my eyelids droop. But I was suddenly pulled back up instead of crumpling to the ground. Harry pulled me hard against his chest, a hand resting on the back of my head. He craned his head down, his face nuzzling into my neck. Engulfed in his arms, I buried my face into his chest, hearing his steady heartbeat.

“Don’t go,” he whispered, his breath warm but shaky against my neck. I couldn’t hold it in anymore, the pain, the sense of loss I’ve always felt from the day my parents were murdered, the day this all began. A loud sob escaped my mouth and I cried into Harry’s chest. I wrapped my arms tight around him, digging my fingernails into his strong back. I squeezed my eyes shut as he whispered down to me, telling me it’s okay, that everything will be fine.

Anger suddenly bounded through my body like a coursing stream. I wrenched myself out of his arms, slamming my hands into his chest. He stumbled back, but quickly regained balance a few seconds later, shooting me a pained look.

“Nothing will be okay, Harry! You don’t understand. Nothing will ever be okay!” I screamed before I covered my face with my hands, sobbing loudly into them. My body shook violently as I finally let out everything I had been keeping inside of me for ages.


I sensed him taking a step closer to me, the gap closing between us, but I needed space. My head shot up from my hands as I took a stride back from him.

“D-don’t…don’t call me that. You barely know me!” I stretched out my arms, my palms facing him as I took another step back. “I-I really need to go. Thanks for the support and everything, but I can’t be here anymore.”

I spun around, darting over to the door and opened it with such force. Each step I took added to the aching of my body, not because of my broken ribs, my ripped muscles, but because I was one step further from someone I truly did care about. I felt stupid at first. How could you fall in love with someone after knowing them for barely an hour? Yeah, he saved my life, but that was it. He helped me and now it’s over. I know I’d probably never see him again, but I told myself it was for the best.

“Rosalie, I’m sor-” Harry started but his voice was cut off as I slammed the door behind me.

Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...