Rylie is homeless. Has been all her life, to be exact. She lives in an alleyway next to a Starbucks, in a busy street of New York.
One day, someone kneels before her, wad of money in hand. That same boy ended up being her boyfriend.
He is her angel, her lifesaver.
*I own the characters. Anything about them that could appeal to you is coincidental! I don't own One Direction though!*


18. Chapter 16

Rylie's P.O.V

I pulled on a plian baby blue cami and some high-waisted shorts, along with black converse and jewlery; silver bangles, a long layered silver necklace, and my golden ring that Harry bought for me.

I brushed through my long, brunette hair and gathered all of it with a black elastic, tying it all together into a high ponytail. I then grabbed my strawberry chapstick and puckered my lips, applying it smoothly to my upper and bottom lip.

I smiled, clearly pleased at my reflection. I skipped back to the living room and Harry brushed right past me, our eyes meeting as we passed by. "You look really nice." He complimented me.

I blushed and with a smile responded, "Thanks. I hope you will when you come back out." I smiled as he turned around. "Is this a challenge? Oh, I WILL look good. Just you wait and see."

I shrugged nad turned around, taking my place in the living room, where a very cute and sleepy Tommy was wandering the room with droopy eyes. I smiled and giggled at how cute he looked, bumping into the couches and table legs as he journeyed to his bed in the corner.

I patiently waited on Harry, looking around the living room area for some sort of entertainment. I took in all the small details, the designs, paint colors, whatever my eyes landed on, I studied it.

After a couple minutes, I heard footsteps coming over so I turned around and saw Harry. He looked hot, I guess you could say. I mean it.


Capital H-O-T. He was in just a white tee shirt and black skinny jeans, his usual style. But he styled his hair differently, styling it in a 'cinnamon swirl' kind of style. He smiled a cute, one dimpled smile and my heart melted, he looked like an innocent little boy asking his mom for a cookie.

"So... how do I look?" He asked me, breaking me out of my trance. I shrugged, turning my back to him as I pretended not to be interested. I heard him slap his hands on his legs and I could feel the look on his face, shock.

I smirked to myself and studied my recently done nails, suddenly becoming so interested in them. I jumped and shrieked when Harry clapped his hands in front of me. "Are you trying to kill me?" I playfully glared at him and he kissed my nose, my hands lightly batting him away.

"If you won't tell me how I look, I'll just tell you instead."

"Hmmm. And how do I look?"

I swung my ponytail and flashed an innocent smile at him.



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