Raven (1D AU)

Raven Knight isn't your average 20-year-old. After witnessing a traumatic event, she moves to London. A fresh start. Harry Styles - his life is going downhill. He's hiding a dark secret.

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2. Chapter One - Dangerous

Chapter One – Dangerous

 

 

 

Six months have passed since then. So much has happened.

 

The funeral. That just made everything sink in. Weeks before then, I believed it was just a horrific nightmare. I believed that I’d wake up, check my phone and I’d have a text message from Jett. None. At first, I used to send him texts throughout the day. After the funeral, I stopped texting him. His parents believed it wasn’t healthy for me to keep messaging him as if he was alive. So they cut his phone number.

 

Then I made a last minute decision to move away. So I moved to London. I couldn’t face the sad looks my parents gave me every day. I couldn’t face the pity in everyone’s faces as I walked down the streets. I need to start fresh.  

 

The flats here in London are pretty pricey. What was I expecting? It’s the capital city of England – of course it’s going to be expensive to live here. However, my job just about covers the costs of living. Rent, bills, clothes, food etc.

 

I work in a restaurant. It’s very popular, which isn’t surprising since the food is great. Another great thing is that it’s only a ten-minute walk away from my flat.

 

There is a downside to where I’m living though … it’s very popular with university students. There’s a university that’s a twenty-minute walk away, so there’s a lot of crime nearby. This is probably why the flat was slightly cheaper than it should be. So far, in the month I’ve lived here, I haven’t been broken into (I do live on the fourth floor though) and I haven’t been mugged.

 

Another downside is that Jett’s not here. I had always planned that I would buy a flat with Jett. We’d planned to move here for a while. Now, I’m alone. I never stayed in contact with my old friend. It’s a long story, I won’t go into it.

 

There are my work colleagues, but I only talk to them at work. I just don’t want to make friends. I feel so hopeless. I can’t burden others with my problems.

 

I tie my blonde hair back into a ponytail and pull on my work uniform. I grab my tiny eyeliner pencil and outline my hazel eyes with it. I’ve never been a huge fan of make-up. When I was in my early teens and had a face full of acne, I embraced my imperfect face. I couldn’t be bothered to cover my skin in the gunk called foundation. I had Jett, that’s all I needed. He didn’t care what I looked like.

 

I grab my bag and leave the flat, running down the steps quickly, and head to work for my usual day or being a waitress in the restaurant.

 

“Raven!” Jenna, the bubbly brown-haired teen calls out to me as I enter the staff area. “How are you?” Jenna is stunning, she always has boys after her, which is no surprise since her skin is clear and almost perfect, and she’s really skilled with make-up – probably from watching a ton of make-up tutorials on YouTube or she’s just naturally gifted. She has the brightest blue eyes I have ever seen – so no one is surprised when she has boys turn up at the restaurant to hit on her and try to win her number.


“I’m good thanks, you?” I reply. Jenna only works part-time, she’s currently a first-year university student.

 

“Not bad, I’m still house-hunting for next year. It’s a shame the university doesn’t have enough accommodation to support each year.”

 

“I have a spare room, if you can’t find anything. The only downfall is that I’m a good twenty-minutes away from the university.” I inform her. Her face lights up and she grins at me, flashing her straight teeth.

 

“I’ll keep that in mind!” She exclaims cheerfully before rushing off to serve customers.

 

There’s a part of me that wishes I could be so positive and cheerful like Jenna. Instead I’m me. The broken girl who’s boyfriend was stabbed to death in front of her. After Jett’s death, I had received all these messages on Facebook from people who never acknowledged me beforehand telling me that they’re always going to be there for me. I’d ignored them all. In fact, I’d gotten rid of Facebook shortly after. I was sick of people acting like they cared. I was sick of the same messages from people.

 

I’m so sorry for your loss. I’m always here if you need someone to talk to.

 

I’m sorry for your loss, remember we all care about you and we’re here for you!

 

You get the picture. Just lies, lies, lies. I didn’t believe a word any of them said. Or typed, in this case.

 

Work was boring as usual. When I was sixteen and deciding what I wanted to when I was older, working as a waitress was definitely not what I had in mind. I wanted to work for a magazine and write articles but I was so desperate to move out of the village I grew up in, I took any job that I could get.

 

After work, I step out of the restaurant and into the pouring rain, I tug my jacket hood over my head and start running down the familiar streets, the pavement barely lit up by the street lights. I haven’t left work this late. It’s nearly one in the morning. I’d run anyway, even if it wasn’t raining. I only look at the pavement as I run, not expecting anyone else to be out this late and walking down these desolate streets.

 

Smack!

 

I let out a scream in surprise. I look up at the figure I bumped into to meet green eyes. He must be my age, or younger. Shit. This can only mean trouble.

 

“A girl like you shouldn’t be out this late, you’ll get hurt.” He warns, a playful smirk etched on his lips as he runs his hand through his curly hair.

 

“I’m perfectly capable of looking after myself, thank you very much.” I say quickly. “Sorry for running into you.” I step to the side of him and begin walking quickly away only to have my arm grabbed in the process. I freeze. Jett! Help me! I squeeze my eyes shut and try to calm my heart. I try to yank my arm free but it’s no use. He’s a lot stronger than I am. I should consider joining a gym and improving the strength in my arms. It’s probably too late now to regret joining the local gym that promised thirty-days free.

 

“I’ll walk you home.” He offers. My eyes open and widen in shock. Is he being serious? No. No. No. He can’t be. He’s going to push me down a dark alley way and rape me. You never, ever accept a stranger’s offer to walk you home. That’s like asking someone to mug you, or worse rape you.

 

“N-no.” I choke out. “I told you, I can look after myself.”

 

“I’m not going to hurt you, I promise. I just want to be a nice person and walk a beautiful young lady like yourself home.”

 

I let out a sigh. My voice growing weak with fright. I had to get away. I can’t die. “You don’t have to.”

 

“I insist.” He then begins to tug my down the road.

 

“You don’t know where I live though,” I say quietly. My heart hammering my rib cage. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t frightened. The guy wraps his arm around my waist protectively.

 

“Lead the way then.”

 

“Why are you doing this? You don’t know me.” I say and watch as I can see my breath in the cold air.

 

“I know gangs are active at this time of night.” He whispers in my ear. “I just want to make sure no one gets hurt.”

 

I turn to face him with wide eyes. I’m going to die. He has to be in a gang.

 

“I’m honestly fine with walking home on my own.” My flat isn’t even that far away now. I can see the building from here.

 

He doesn’t reply and soon enough we reach the building. I stop walking and push his arm away from my waist. “Thank you for walking me home,” I say quietly before opening the door and rushing inside. I don’t look behind to see if he’s still following as I run up the stairs.

 

Who is he?

 

 

 

 

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