The Darkness In Summer- Harry Styles

Part 2

After a rather long shopping trip I leave my friends at their bus stop as it's on the other side of the shopping centre and mine is a bit of a walk away, so I decide to take my usual short cut down an alleyway. When you hear the word alleyway you would probably think it's a small, smelly and disgusting dark passage in which one has to scurry down, however this alleyway isn't and that's why I am so confident about walking down it alone. I was having a lovely stroll listening to firefly by Ed Sheeran through my earphones, until some absolute idiot ran right into me causing me to fall against the brick wall and some of my bags to rip at the handles. "You should watch where you're going!" I shouted the person, he had his back to me so I had no idea what age he was, all I knew was that he had chocolate brown curls and seemed to wear very smart, fashionable clothing. I wonder who he thinks he is. "I'm so sorry!" His voice sounded young but raspy, yet very smooth and delicate at the same time, I didn't quite see his face properly when he turned around as he kept his hooded head down staring at the ground. From what I could see he had clear, glowing slightly tanned skin and look around eighteen or nineteen years old. "Of course you are." I said monotonously, "How am going to carry all these ripped bags on the bus now." I mumbled to myself.

I bundled all my bags into a pile in my arms, ready to continue the rest of the walk to my bus stop when the guy spoke again, "Do you not know who I am?" He sounded quite shocked. "No, should I?" I turned back around and he lifted his head up, he didn't look familiar, maybe he went to my high school? I took a couple of seconds to examine him but I just couldn't quite put my finger on it. "You seriously don't know who I am?" He looked completely puzzled, I felt like his facial expression mirrored my own. "No I really don't, I'm sorry if I should but I just don't know you. Anyway I better go, it's my birthday and I just want to go home and relax, so bye!" I was about to leave again when he replied, "Look, let me drive you home. It's the least I can do after running into you and breaking your bags on your birthday." I wasn't sure what to make of this, my parents taught me not to get in a car with a complete stranger, but this stranger seemed different, genuine and sincere. I think he could see the internal battle I was facing, "Ermm, if I told you who I am would it make it any different?" He just stared at me, I couldn't tell what kind of stare it was but it didn't seem bad. "Probably not but go ahead." I sighed just wanting to leave. "I'm Harry Styles, I'm a singer in a band called One Direction." I let out a small giggle. "What? Why are you laughing?" he said with his eyebrows knitted together, he actually looked rather cute. "You expect me to believe that you are a singer in a band, next you'll be telling me you are internationally famous. Do you think I was born yesterday?" I continued to laugh as he pulled out his phone and started tapping away, once he had finished he showed me the screen of his phone. He wasn't lying, the guy stood right in front of me was famous and I didn't know it, I just believed him to be a normal arrogant person like anyone else in town at this busy time of day. "Well I am sorry Mr. Pop star that I didn't believe you, it's not everyday someone you don't know tells you they are famous and it's actually true." I apologised in the least sincere form I could. "Do you want a lift or not?" he looked rather anxious, probably in case someone spotted him, if he is as famous as what it says on the internet then there's no doubt many teenagers know his exact location and are trying to hunt him down. "Erm okay, thank you."

He lifted the bags which were broken from my arms and let me carry the ones which were not, I told him that I could easily carry them, however he insisted as it was my birthday so I took advantage of it which I will feel guilty for later on. I followed him as he walked briskly to the place in which his car was parked, he stopped and searched his pockets for his keys when we got to a black range rover, after clicking a button to unlock the car he told me to put my bags on the back seats and to sit in the front. I had never been in such an expensive car before, it was really weird and fascinating, and to be honest I don't actually think I have ever sat in the front of a car before. Before setting off he asked me where about I lived, but I gave him the name of the street around the corner from my house, if my parents saw me with a boy they would probably flip. Even though I am eighteen years old there are many house rules in which I have to follow to be able to continue living here, the reason for this is that my parents aren't my real parents. I was adopted by the Clarks when I was ten years old after being passed around several foster parents. This all happened after my birth parents passed away due to a tragic car accident which I have blamed myself for ever since. As I was saying, my adoptive parent aren't the nicest of people and I am nowhere near happy living with them. Many people ask me why I haven't left yet, I tell them that I am working to save money to leave but it's hard being in education and working most nights of the weak. I hadn't realised that I was in my own world until Harry asked me if I was okay, I responded with a nod knowing that if I spoke right then that I would probably cry. I can't think of my problems without having a breakdown, so I try to push them in to the far corner of my mind.

After a short drive we pulled up on the road which I told him and he asked which house, I panicked I didn't know what to say. "It's just around this corner but I will get out here, it will be a nice walk." I smiled hoping he would pass it off. "No, it's fine I will help you carry your bags." He smiled back. "No. please my parents don't like seeing me with boys." I looked down embarrassed. "How old are you exactly? You're not like sixteen are you?" He laughed nervously, he's probably worried about his reputation, if he is seen with girls much younger than him he'd probably get called terrible things. "Haha no don't worry, I turned eighteen today actually." I tucked a piece of loose hair behind my ear as I smiled back up at him, I felt so comfortable here with him, he is definitely someone who I would want to be friends with but that would never happen he is just being polite by dropping me off. "Good, well if you insist I will let you go here. Would it be cheeky to ask for your number? It's just I haven't been able to talk to someone normally without them getting excited or using me for fame and you seem so lovely and genuine." I nodded and we exchanged phones and inputted our numbers, once we were done we got our own phones back and said a short goodbye. I walked back to my house which was two minutes away, feeing the happiest I have felt in a long time.