Ruined walls [One Direction AU]

01

It was mostly cloudy, the wind blew the North
And at dinner I measured out one hundred gradations of the grey.
Every 01.09 is the same
Either the entire world lost it's mind, or it's me...

That unusual morning I woke up with only one thought in my head: run. Everything happened so fast... I didn't even think about it. I just got out of bed like scalded and ran to the small gray suitcase and threw in all the necessary things: underwear, shirts, socks, jeans.

Simple as that. It's five in the morning. The parents are asleep on the second floor. The possibility of escape stupefies the mind, and I run out of our home, which long ago stopped sharing coziness and a sense of security. Even though it's August, the streets of dreary Delano are still cold in the morning.

The first thing to do is to throw away the old SIM card.

The drive to my dream city takes all day. By 10 p.m., I find myself there. L.A. meets me in the pouring rain. My heart bleeds. I can't believe it! My eyes burn with sudden tears. I've never felt so happy!

When I regain consciousness, I freeze for a few seconds. I don't know what to do next at all. The rain doesn't seem like it's going to stop. I pull out a small black phone, but when I try to open it, it vibrates in my hand and turns off. I press and wait - nothing.

'You've got to be kidding me!'

I look around helplessly. I've been dropped off somewhere near downtown, and the rented bed is somewhere closer to the ocean. In my mind I scold myself for being thoughtless, but I wanted so badly to sit on the sandy shore in the morning before the sun came up and listen to the waves and write my book.

There are gradually fewer people at the bus stop. Half an hour later, I am standing alone. It's night all around, the rain is still pouring down. I'm afraid of the dark...

There are cars passing in front of me. I'm soaked to the skin and I'm cold as hell. It's been a long time, the rain is getting harder, I have no idea what the bus schedule is around here, my phone is dead, and I can't call a cab. A thought pops into my head to hitch a ride, but before I can take it seriously or get over my fear, a black Range Rover pulls up in front of the bus stop. My heart beats hysterically in my chest. I instantly remember all the stories about big-city maniacs, my whole life flashing before my eyes as the driver's side door opens. I press myself into the iron wall of the bus stop, thus standing in the shadows, but it's too late. The man quickly runs under the roof of my rain shelter, and I have a thought:

"If I run now, maybe I'll come off from him" And though in my head I'm already running wherever I can see, in life I'm standing in a daze. My hands are trembling.

"What are you doing here at this late hour, miss?"

The man stops not close to me. A lantern illuminates his face. I think I'm crazy, or dreaming, or hallucinating when I recognize Harry Styles in this man.