Homeless ~Harry Styles Fanfiction~

Mary Margret's P.O.V.

I sifted through my daily findings, sorting them into groups by how valuable they were. Not one thing worth over a dollar.

I wiped my nose on my dirty sleeve, laying down on the ratty blanket just inside a small alley way. I was getting used to the saddened looks of the passerby's, but no ever stopped. The only way I was able to survive was on the food thrown away by the ungracious rich. And even then I was thin as a rail, but what could I do?

"Uh...excuse me?" A voice said, and I realized I had almost fallen asleep. Not eating doesn't give you much energy.

"What do you want? I can't give you anything!" I said, thinking it was someone trying to take my findings.

"You can keep your...collection. I wanted to give you some money..." It was a boy, my age, 19 or so. He was very well dressed, especially in contrast to my rags.

"I don't want to take it. I'm doing fine," I lied, standing up.

"You can be on your way now." He frowned, but turned away. As he walked away I took the edges of the blanket and made a sort of bag. I hefted it over my shoulder,and walked down the street, the pavement chilling my bare feet.

I whistled as I dropped a paperclip into the bucket of coins and stole a newspaper, then ran up the street, finally arriving at the soup kitchen. None of the other houseless people even noticed me walking in, each gobbling up the soup, except my friend, Jim.

 "Hey Mary Margret," He said,  as I entered the line to claim my bowl of soup.

 "Hey Jim, how are you holding up?" I asked, smiling lightly to the volunteer. I never asked what he'd been doing. It would always be the same; struggling to survive.

 "You know how it is...How are you? Anything interesting happen?" He asked, sitting down next to me at the table.

  "No...well some boy offered money, but I can't take it," I whispered, knowing Jim would nag me for being so polite when I should have taken it.

  "MARY...why do you always do that? You could be so much better off if you weren't so nice..." He laughed, half kidding, but I didn't answer. The boy from the street had just walked in. He wasn't special so i don't know why I even cared about him being here.

   "Hey...um I don't believe I know your name..." The boy said, having walked up to my table and sat down.

    "Mary Margret...did you follow me?" I asked, finishing my soup. The boy, I realized having a better look at him, was actually very attractive. He had a sort of...innocent manner about himself.

    "I...I want to help you," He muttered, looking over my ratty clothes and my blanket bag.

    "I don't need help." Jim glared at me, noticing how well dressed the boy was.

    "Yes, you do. And my name's Liam," He almost seemed mad I wouldn't accept the cash.

    "Really...well nice to meet you." I got up, dumping my bowl in the tray with all the others. Suddenly Liam's hand grabbed my elbow.

    "Just take it..." He whisered, shoving a wad of bills in my hand. I felt his soft hands brush my dirty fingers.

    "No, leave me alone," I stuttered, shoving him back lightly, but not handing back the money. He stared back at me, brown eyes glistening. His hand reached out and touched my shoulder.

    "Please just take it." I glared at him, stuffing the money in my pocket.

    "Fine."