Just One Hug, Please *Harry Styles*

Scarlotte Wetell is a new to the homeless world, all she wants is comfort, she doesn't want money, food, anything. She just wants comfort. She opens her arms for someone to just give her her first hug. She does it everyday, waiting for someone who wants comfort, just like her. After a couple of days, she is about to give up and collapse until someone tackles her and cries into her neck. They both cry and cry. The future awaits her.


3. Missed You!

A/N Hi! Wanted to update because I have some lovely girls out there who read this! Again, thank you SO SO much for reading! I really appreciate it and this is a dedication to everyone out there! <3 xoxo stay strong and beautiful!




Scarlotte's POV


It's been about seven months ever since I've seen the boys, I assume they're on their American Tour, because, a lot of British people would like to go to America.


I wouldn't like to go to America because I'll judge the blondes right away, and I don't want their daddy's to come and complain to me like I'm a motherfucking child.


I mean, I would like to go to Canada because there's moose', ducks, birds, elk, dogs, cats, frogs, fish etc etc.


There are a lot of trees that send oxygen everywhere which means --IT'S COOL EVERYWHERE-.


But enough about countries. I feel the same, trying to get a special hug.


People only think about me as a stupid, dirty, homeless nineteen year old.


I mean, it's a mutual feeling, but I'm not really dirty, during the rains and frosts, I've been getting a little bit clean.


I lazily hung the cigarette on my bottom lip and lit it up slowly with my shaking hands. "Drugs, Cigarettes and Alcohol ruined my life." I mumbled while inhaling some smoke.


I played with the lighter while I drummed my fingers against my knee.


I took another inhale then exhale, I smashed the cigarette down, poured some mouth wash into my mouth and started to swish the liquid around.


I spat the liquid out on the road grate and sighed. I sat down slowly, pain shooting in at my knees. My eyes were beginning to droop, my lips were pale and dry. We're not going to anymore details for the people who are faint at heart.


I rubbed my eyes while a small whimper escaped my mouth. I just want one hug, that's all it takes.


I stood up and limped towards a trash bin with my worn out sign. I groaned as I came into contact with the wall. "Oh, hi guys." I whispered in pain. "We missed you!" they shouted. "We met seven months ago and you guys never visited me before the tour." I pushed them off of me and threw away my sign.


"Why'd you throw your sign away?" the blonde one asked, yeah, still don't know their names. "I gave up." I told them as I slid down a wall of some random building.


"I can't do anything anymore." I cried, running a hand through my hair, I made a grimace as I cried. Sighing deeply, I sat down as my hands trembled.


My nose became stuffy, making it difficult to breathe. "Where-where's my inhaler?" I wheezed, searching through my pockets. I crawled towards the boy's feet but then they accidentally stepped on it.


I coughed while holding my throat. Trying to reach my inhaler.



Harry's POV


She struggled to breathe as Louis and I looked for her inhaler. "Niall move your foot!" I shouted, he did in shock, I took the inhaler and wiped the mouth piece with my sweater then pushed the mouth piece past Scarlotte's lips. I pressed the button, Liam and Louis told her to inhale and exhale.


She did that for a couple of seconds so then she calmed down. Her hands rested on the concrete while I took the inhaler from her lips.


"Are you okay?" I tilt her head up so that she was facing me. She took a sharp intake on breath and nodded.


"Could've died." she whispered, moving her head away.


She tilted her head back and poured a liquid into her mouth. "It's going to rain soon," she started off, "You lads better get back to your flat." she whispered, looking at us.


"Can you come over?" Niall asked, looking up.


"No thanks." she shook her head and pursed her lips together. "Please?" he whined, she rolled her eyes and stood up. "You have to carry me then, my fucking legs are aching." she cursed lowly, struggling to walk.


I huffed and picked her up bridal style. "Jesus, your fucking sweater is so warm." she gushed while pulling the hem of my sweater over her head.


She poked her head out of the neck thingy milingy and looked around as the wind attacked her face. "You do know that you're sharing the same sweater, right?" I whispered, she nodded, "So?" she said with a, 'Bitch you better like it', face.


Scarlotte's POV


I ducked under the neck thing and sighed. Much warmer under the sweater, haven't felt this amazing sensation in years! Okay, maybe not years. Maybe one year?


I poked the boy's moles, making him squirm a bit. "We're here!" I think, what's his name, Niall, cheered.


I huffed while trying to get off of Mr. Flirty's arms, but he kept me in place.


He placed me on the couch as the others sat on the other side of the room.


"WE MISSED YOU!" they shouted as they threw huge boxes, what are those called? Oh, yes, presents.


"Missed you too?" I say while picking them up.





A/N Thought I could end it here because I want to update some other stories c: Thanks for reading and favoriting! <3 xoxo stay strong and beautiful!







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