Okay, this is my first story ever so no hate. It's one a one direction story so if you don't like one direction it's not for you. I haven't decided if this is gonna be dirty or not, but it probably will be at some point. No hate please. Every read and vote means a ton so thank you every one who reads this and votes:). thanks, Megan!
-Alice's POV»
I sat on the swing, only swaying back and forth slightly. my feet were crossed at my ankles and I pushed my self back occasionally. It was cold out today, and I could tell it was about to rain, but I planned to stay a couple of more hours regardless. I reached for my iPod which lay in my lap, and pulled head phones out of my bag on the ground next to me. Strolling through songs I finally settle on Ed Sheeran's song Drunk. I love this song and I set it on repeat, then I turn the volume all the way up and let my self separate from the lonely playground.
"I wanna be drunk when I wake up...",I hear Ed sing to me. Hmm, honestly being drunk sounds great right now. It is, after all, St. Patrick's Day. Of course I can't get drunk though, I'm only 16. Five more years, Alice, five more years.
I tilt my head up to the sky and adore the beautifully dark,gray clouds that roll over each other. I feel a tear at the edge of my eye and quickly wipe it away. God, why the fuck am I crying?! I quickly check around the playground and large park to make sure no one saw. All I see is a sleek, black car approaching from the other end of the park. Good, I think to myself, no on"e saw.
You see I made this vow to myself, that I would never allow anyone to see me hurt. They could see blood, they was no way I could stop that if I got hurt, but there would never be tears. I would never scream, or let my voice reveal sadness. I wouldn't complain or even mention something remotely sad. I had worked very hard with hours looking into a mirror just to make sure that my eyes never gave away anything. Even with years of practice my eyes still slightly darkened when I was extremely frustrated or depressed. Other than that my eyes were the same green throughout the day.
I briefly scanned the wide park again, and the car had stopped right outside the playground. I tried to peek inside and see if I knew the driver but the windows were tinted dark and there wasn't enough light from the afternoon sky. They must not be from around here. Oh well. What do I care if some one from outside of town decided to tour the park? It is St. Patrick's Day.
I let the music absorb me.
Harry's POV»
Where the hell am I? I was supposed to be in Denver, Colorado for the St. Patrick's Day parade! Yet here I am lost in America. At the very least I know I'm in Colorado. Good. That's a start. I enter a park with a large oval road that circles a still, green lake. I drive past multiple baseball fields and good sized football fields. Or I suppose it's soccer in America. Oh well.
At the end of the oval drive I see a playground. It looks nice enough. There's a large curly slide, a couple of steep straight slides, a tunnel to crawl through, a fairly tall red rock for climbing, in the center of the park sits a very, very tall four sided net thing; again for climbing. Sitting at the edge of the playground I see a massive swing set. And on the swing set sits a girl. A very strange girl. I park the car.
She is dressed in black skinny jeans, a black burnt out shirt with a metallic green shamrock formed out of hearts in the middle, and a green and black tutu to match. She also wears a huge green bow on her wrist. Something silver glints around her neck. I can't tell what the necklace is though, too far away. She looks about my age. Very peculiar. Her hair is blonde, it looks streaked with black, but it's hard to tell with the distance, and her hair falls in curls to about mid-back. Not perfect curls though, they look natural and free and almost wild. It suits her.
Maybe she can tell me where I am. And it wouldn't hurt to get a closer look at her. I pull the key out of the car and casually stroll up to the swing next to her. She takes no notice of me next to her. I hear music and see she has in head phones. Ah, that's why. I tap her on the shoulder and she flicks her eyes over to me startled. Wow. Her green eyes are spectacular.
"Can I help you?"she asks. Weird, there's no emotion in her eyes. She recovered quickly from being startled. This one is different, Harry. "Hello? Can I help you?"
"Well...Um...I'm just...a...a bit lost..."I trail off. Wow, just those eyes. They look so deep. I thought I was lost before, now I'm really lost... In her eyes. They're so green.
She smirks "I figured. Where do you need to get?"
"Um, Denver, but I think I might, um, stick around here for bit...if you don't mind." I finish quickly. Bloody hell, why did I say that? Paul is going to kill me for not being there! Argh! It has to be her doing this to me! What the hell is happening to me!
"I'm not supposed to hang out with a strangers..."She replies. I like the way she talks. American accents, they get me.
"Of course. Sorry. I'll just leave then." This is quite depressing. for some odd reason I just don't want to leave. As I get up she reaches her hand out.
"I'm Alice, and screw what I'm not supposed to do." My heart skips a beat. Alice.
