The Girl on the Street

Izabella Montez, other wise know as Izzy, has never had a so called "normal life". Her mother died of cancer when she was 10 years old, her father then,4 years later, killed her little sister Jasmyn, and tried to kill Izzy but her older brother Jax jumped in the way. Her father ended up killing himself after only injuring Izzy, She now has a large scar on the underside of her left ear that she hides behind her hair. She was then sent to a foster home with 9 other kids, where the "parents" never took much care of any of the kids. This forced Izzy to find a way to take care of herself. Which she did, she used an old guitar from the home, and goes out into the streets of her home town in Omaha,Nebraska and sing to earn money. What happens when the members of a popular british boyband happen to catch interest in this girl and her no-so-normal life? Of course will Izzy learn to trust the boys or will she just chalk them up to be the same as everyone else in her life?


11. Zayn!

I was staring at dark chocolate brown eyes, Zayn's eyes... He seemed made about something and his violent actions only reminded me of my father's. 

"Why?" He growled slightly.

"Why what?" I whimpered.

"Why'd Harry? Why not me? What does he have, that I don't?" He said softening his hold on me.

"What you mean? Me and Harry are just good friends." I said quietly.

"Oh, don't pull that bullshit with me." He said pushing me farther against the wall.

I flinched again and shut my eyes. I prayed it would all just end already. Then I felt a warm pressure against my lips. My eyes flew open to see Zayn's lips crashed to mine. He had me pinned against the cold, hard wall and began to hungrily tug at the waist band of my skirt.

I struggled to push him off of me. After a couple of tries he stumbled back and I ran off. He yelled after me.

"You tell anyone and it'll be much worse!" He yelled.

I just ran, and ran until I reached the foster house. When I got inside, I was smothered in a hug from a worried James.

"Iz are you all right?! You left nearly eight hours ago!" He mumbled into my hair.

"I was with the boys, there was this thing with journalists and stuff. Sorry I didn't call." I said numbly slipping out of his arms and up to my room.

I flopped down on my bed just as I got a text from Harry.

From: Curly

  Hey Baby! You left your guitar over here. Want me to bring it over tomarrow?


To: Curly

  Sure, Harry. Thx.


From: Curly

 Ok, me and the lads will be over around noon!


Oh great...that means Zayn...

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