Diana was a lost and fragile girl. She was on the hunt for one thing, and one thing only. Love. Is all she ever wanted, she wanted to prove her abusive mam and dad wrong. All her life they told her nobody will or would ever love her. So she runs away from her so-called 'home' and sets off to find a person who she loves and they love her. But on this mission to find love, she happens to run into a bad boy known as Harry Styles. Will she ever prove her parents wrong, or will she realise that there isn't such a thing as 'love'?


2. the night before

Diana's pov

For the past week, I had been arranging the plan of what I was doing. Don't get me wrong, I might be young and not very smart, but I knew this was a smart decision. I couldn't live on, any longer like this. Ever since he had beaten me up and said nobody would ever love me, he's been abusing me every night, maybe even in the day time as well.

My brother still hasn't come home from college yet, and I'm getting really nervous and scared. Yeah, he might be quite big for his age, but anything can happen as anything is possible. He hadn't even called the house, sent a letter or even an email to my parents.

I got up, from the bed I had been lying in for these past days, and locked my bedroom door so I could get things started. I didn't have much possession's so I only packed a small back-pack, then hid it underneath one of my pillows. I was so eager to get out of this monstrosity that my family call 'home', I knew I may never be able to see my beloved brother again, but if it gets me out of here then I'm sure I'll survive.

It was about 9 o'clock in the night and I decided to go to bed earlier than usual. Slowly, I climbed under the cheap and worn out covers and closed my eyelids. It didn't take me long to go to sleep.


Harry's pov

I sprinted through the alleyway where me and my 'gang' had just committed a crime, murder. Ronan Dumbres, I think was his name, didn't give me my money back that I had earned from doing a job for him.

You see, I have eight other team mates in the group that I had made a couple of years ago. When I was 16, I needed money to keep my mother and sister alive, as I was so stupid and young, I got caught trying to do a robbery. Fortunately, I only got a two month sentence behind bars because I had told them the difficulty my family and I were going through ever since my dad had left us.

When I got out, I formed a group that was originally five; me, Louis Tomlinson, Liam Payne, Zayn Malik and Niall Horan. But soon enough, we became international and eventually went to Australia and met four young lads; Ashton Irwin, Luke Hemmings, Michael Clifford and Calum Hood. They joined the gang and came over to England, Homes Chapel, my home town.

We do quite a lot of things such as; drug dealing, illegal boxing fights, selling alcohol and just fighting peoples enemies. The person who we had just killed, hadn't given us our money back from selling him drugs and alcohol, so there was a conclusion for him. Death. For my job I do illegal boxing fights, I've never been caught and I don't plan to.

Right, I'm Harry Edward Styles and I'm 18 turning 19 soon. I'm a criminal, I'm not proud of it but I have to keep my family going. I've murdered, beaten and put people in hospital maybe even on life support. Around Homes Chapel, I'm know as the bad boy, everyone's scared of me and nobody dare cross my path.

Ever since my father had left us for another woman, I've been the man of the house and have had to support my mam (Anne) and my sister (Gemma). I hate my dad for that, and if I ever see him again, god knows what will happen. But I love my family so I keep myself strong and earn the money we need.

Love, I don't believe in love. Unless its my family, then love is real. I don't think that there's such a thing as 'the one' and I don't seek in finding it. I would love to be able to find my girl, but I know that nobody would like me, as such the criminal I am. I definitely do want kids, maybe two or three, however, people have them to different people, but no I want to have them to the same woman.  

I met up with Niall in the street and began walking back to my home I share with my mother, sister and Niall. Me and Niall are like brothers and I feel like I can tell anything to him, he's from Ireland, so he doesn't have any family here. That why I let him live with me, so it feels like he has some type of family.

"Were going out clubbing tomorrow." He spoke as we got nearer to my home. "Alright, just us two or the others as well?" I asked hoping we could have some bro time eventually as we have been really bus at our jobs. "Just us two. We've been really caught up in our jobs so I was thinking about just us two going to the club." "Sounds fantastic." I smirked and elbowed him in the ribs. He just chuckled to himself quietly.

As we got closer to our house, it started to rain. I smiled to myself, I've always wanted a kiss in the rain. 'NOT with Niall though', I laughed as I realised how gay that sounded. I live around the corner from the Bournes I think their names are, I used to hang around with Jacob when I was little. I've never saw him since I went into prison, I know he has a younger sister but I've never really saw her before.

I opened the front door and smiled warmly to my mom as she was stood making something to eat, I glanced around the room and looked at Gemma sitting on the couch. "Hey Harry, Niall" they both said in sync and started giggling. I rolled my eyes as I replied with a "Hi what you cooking?" I suddenly realised me and Niall had said the exactly same thing and that made mother and Gemma laugh even more.


An hour later

I laid in bed and looked up towards the ceiling. I shut my eyes and a picture of me holding a crying, beautiful, brown haired girl in my arms suddenly appeared. My eyelashes separated and I mumbled to myself "I'm gonna find my girl". Was the last words that escaped my mouth before I fell into a deep slumber.




























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