-Forbidden Fruit (A One Direction/ Harry Styles FanFic)

The Meeting (Chapter 1)

Chapter 1

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A/N at the end/beginning of each chapter I am going to try and post quotes I wrote; or like. If you like them comment. Some parts may even be in the story themselves.

***** Some facts about the boys may be changed, such as, Harry's mother is deceased, the boys aren't in a band, etc. thanks for reading :)*******

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Life can be hard. Life can be tough. But that doesn't mean we should give up.

Hi. I'm Annabelle. A girl with not much taste in anything. A girl that dresses to impress. Unless I'm drawing; then I am in my boots and ripped jeans. I'm the type of girl that is always afraid to let someone down.

You'd think it would be a normal Tuesday just strolling down the street. Sketch pad in hand; music in my ears. A Team by Ed Sheeran playing. Until all I could hear, even over my music, was odd noises coming from behind me.

"You alright then?" I asked staring at the three lads behind me.

"Yupp! Sorry we startled you." The boy with the black quiff stated while winking. I just scoffed. Not what I needed today; even though I like it. The curly haired lad joined in and laughed a little under his breath at his mate.

I took this moment to look at them. They were different from the people I usually hang out with. Piercings. Tattoos everywhere. Beanies. Confident.

Curly had several piercings on his face. One on his lip and another on his upper right eyebrow. Sparkling green eyes that went amazingly well with his dimples. A tattoo of two sparrows seeping out into view beneath of his white, loose tee and leather jacket. A pair of warn out studded boots, very similar to mine. Finishing with a pair of black jeans. That rested perfectly on his hips. He was also quite tall. 

Quiff had a jet black hair, brown eyes and many tattoos; my favourite, that I could see, being the Zap! Tattoo on his right arm. He had his ears pierced along with his eyebrow. A straight black tank top hanging over a pair of brown jeans. Finishing with a pair of white converse.

The third one had a tight fitting grey tee that showed off his muscles. It had a black skull that said 'Drop Dead' below it. His black jeans hanging slightly below his waist. His blue eyes shining brightly because of all the dark clothing. He had worn out converse as well but his were red.

He had a piercing on his lip that he would move with his tongue.

They all looked quite attractive honestly. I kind of wish I would have not been seen in my arty clothes.

"So what's your name?" 'Drop Dead' asked.

"Annabelle." I spoke quietly.

"I'm Louis." Alright. Instead of 'Drop Dead' it's Louis. "We may look intimidating, but we're not." Louis smiled. His smile was cute; I smiled back.

Well, some of us aren't."Quiff bumped into Curly. "I'm Zayn, by the way." His half smirk, that took him no effort what so ever, showed.

"I'm Harry." Curly spoke. He seemed different compared to the other lads. "Annabelle is a nice name." He smiled up at me.

"Thanks," I smiled, "I should get going then."

"Bye." Harry spoke to me.

Harry's P.O.V

We lads did this all the time to girls, just to see if they were hot. Don't get me wrong all girls are beautiful; but we are teenage boys, what do you expect? But this girl was different. I like different.

Maybe she will be going to the same Uni as me..... I still have to tell the lads that. Or hopefully close to my Uni anyway; I hope to see her again. She seems cool. I'd like to see what she was drawing.

(A/N Sorry for switches of P.O.V's so much in all my stories :/)

Annabelle's P.O.V

I walked as quickly as possible to Starbucks. So I could get my Iced-Tea and start to draw while I had an image in my head.

As soon as I burst through the door everyone stared at me. I came here, to this exact Starbucks, all the time; but never in my arty clothes. I hardly go out in public without looking prissy... Is that bad?

"Hey Kat!" I mentioned staring at the cashier, "I'll take a large lemon Iced-Tea."

"Sure thing Annabelle." She spoke, "2 pounds, 35 pence.I handed her the exact change and grabbed my tea as quick as I could. The booth closest to me ended up being where I was to sit. My actions not even in my control anymore. I took a sip of my tea and and was finally sat in the comfy chair.

I flopped my sketch pad down onto the table. Flipping to the nearest clean page. Which happened to be my last. Grabbing my HB pencil I began to sketch the figures of three people. I draw people all the time; but never people I know because if one little detail is off the whole picture is off; but apparently my mind had different thoughts today. My hand had started sketching the picture. Switching pencils every now and then. Putting the most subtle details into the image making it perfect. Finally I was done. I looked at the photo for a moment realizing what I had just drew. No. It couldn't have been. I just drew Harry, Zayn and Louis. Why would I though? I had Zayn and Louis in the back talking to each other and Harry was just stood there staring straight ahead. He was up closer than the other lads. He seemed to have a little glow on him. That was peculiar, I never do that. Weird.

"Annabelle." Kat said patting my shoulder. "We are closing in five minutes."

"Okay. Thanks Kat." I smiled getting up to close my book.

"I like the picture. He is cute." She said pointing towards Louis. I smiled.

Thanks. And I'm sure he'd enjoy you saying that."

"What do you mean?" She asked looking confused.

"He is a real person. I met him on the way here; along with the other two." I spoke.

"Ooooh." She smiled and walked away. I took what was left of my tea and towards the door. Just as I went to grab it; the door flung open. Cracking me right in the head. Hard enough to send me flying to the floor. It really hurt. I sat there rubbing my head. Everything suddenly hurt. The light was hurting my head. There was tea on my shirt. I couldn't see well.

"Jesus, I'm sorry." The person who had knocked me down spoke. It was a boy.

"It's fine." I tried getting up but I kept hitting the ground.

"Just stop moving. Lay down an tell me how many fingers I am holding up." The boy spoke. I laid down and looked at his fingers. It hurt to concentrate.

"8." I spoke confidently.

"We have to get her to the hospital; she may have a concussion or spinal injuries." This boy sounded smart.

"Alright." Kat spoke frantically.

"I'll carry her to the car." The boy spoke.

"It hurts." I said rubbing my head.

"I'm sorry." He spoke. I still couldn't make out the boys face. He laid me down gently across the backseats of his vehicle.

"Watch your head." He spoke calmly.

And that is the last thing I remember.

A/N How does this sound as a starting chapter? haha feedback is always the best thing for an author. Thanks for the reads guys :P fan, vote and/or comment please :)

Quote 1: 'There is darkness that hides in light and light that is buried by darkness; that just proves there is good and evil in us all.' -

I wrote that one :)