Saved (a harry styles fan fic)

Part 5

Ally's POV

My eye lids fluttered open as the golden sun light seeped through my window, just perfectly lighting up the room. I sit up straight and rise my arms for a well needed stretch combined with a tedious yawn. Just as I swing my legs around to hop off the bed, my phone vibrates. "Harry" popped up on the glow of the screen and his text read:

"Hey Ally :) I have a surprise place for our date tonight! Pick ya up at 8:00 Love x."

I read the text as a slight smile grew on my face. I replied:

"Sounds great Harry :) see you later x"

I lightly threw my phone on my bed and dashed into the kitchen for a banana and some juice before my morning run. After breakfast, I popped back into my room and slid open the top drawer of my dresser. I pull out some jogging shorts, a black sports bra, and a purple work-out tank top. I slip my clothes on, and was out the door.

About half way through my 3 mile run, I brought my hand to my forehead, feeling the hot sweat adorning my face, and swiftly wiped it off. Obviously signifying the right time for a break, I find a near by park bench and rested my aching legs. I opened up my purple water bottle and took a few massive swigs, and gulped down the refreshing crystal liquid. As I lowered the water bottle from my mouth, I saw a girl. She was just about my age, but with short red hair and piercing green eyes, very similar to Harry's. The girl jogged over to me with a worried expression on her face. I rose to my feet to attend to her odiously troubled tone.

"Can I help you?" I asked as she came right up to me. She stood in front of me panting like she just won a marathon, with her hand over he heart feeling its pulse.

"Were you at a bar last night? Specifically, one called 'Harry's Place'?"

I nodded my head in answer, raising an eyebrow to her very strange questions.

"I knew you were familiar! I saw you speaking with Harry... Listen, you look like a very nice girl. So, if I were you I wouldn't get tangled up with Harry and his.... Issues. He's only trouble. And honey, once you get caught up in all the problems, it's hard to get out.."

I must've had a look of shock plastered on my face because she leaned over and rested her small hand on my shoulder and looked at me with caring eyes.

"Look, I didn't mean to scare you. I just don't want to see an innocent person get hurt. I'm Rachel by the way." She said taking her hand off my shoulder, and extending it out to me. I met her hand in an awkward shake as she waved goodbye and scuttled off to wherever she came from.

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"Annndddd.... Done." I whispered to myself as I finished touching up my makeup. 8:00 had rolled around quicker then I had thought. And I was completely ready to go. I wore a red tank top tucked into my tight, high waisted, black skirt. With some sparkly black heels to match.

I decided to plop down into my bed and flip the tv on until Harry arrived. But my attention was not kept on "Toddlers and Tiaras" for very long. My mind drifted of into a state of curiosity as i wondered what Rachel was talking about earlier. All that talk about "trouble" and "issues", what did she mean?

I soon heard a knock at the door. And little did I know, i was soon to find out exactly what Rachel was talking about...