Stay (A Harry Styles FanFiction)

Chapter 1

This is going to be one of the shorter chapters because There wasnt more i could add to this chapter. it was just at a point were it needed to be stopped so that i could start the 2nd chapter :) hope you enjoy. vote, fan, and leave comments. ilygsm 

I slumped down on my white, queen feather bed, the fluff surrounding me. This cannot be happening… I glanced back over to the envelope that had previously been torn open. Peeking from the corner it said ‘ed’. ed, just two letters? Worse… the two letters at the end of evicted. I had been evicted. Its gunna get better? No. Today was the last Fucking day in my 2 week notice. I had to leave… I haven’t even packed one single bag. Where am I gunna go? The crowded city streets of New York I guess... By this point I was feeling incredibly empty and alone. “No Leah, don’t do this to yourself again, your better that this” the little voice inside my head tried to persuade me, but I don’t think it’s going to win this time unless- Knock Knock!

I slowly sat up looking back at the bed to see that the feathers had kept my shape in the fluffy fabric. I proceeded to stand up and make my way towards my apartment door. “Hello?” I asked, you could obviously tell the sadness in my broken voice.

Broken Girl. Broken Smile. Broken Voice. Broken Body.  Now without a home…

Chapter 1-

I slung the Victoria Secret pink bag over my right shoulder and sat on my blue suitcase. Well this is great, I’m sitting outside (wearing: pink lace sundress, sandals, strawberry brown hair curled and bangs braided back.) on the side of the murky street with less than some of my belongings… I’m in desperate need of a hero. I tried to find something to do whilst occupying time. I cast my gaze across the uncongested street and saw a couple of guys stumble into and out of the pub. Oh, I could really go for a drink right now. I closed my eyes and tried not to cry. One tear fell and before I knew it more came. My cheeks soaking wet with fresh warm tears sorrowed me. It was time to face reality… I’m just done. I can’t do it anymore.

“Are you ok?” questioned a British voice. Do I look ok to you, I’m fucking not.

“Ye-yeah…” I mumbled while attempting to wipe away my tears.

“Are you sure? You don’t look ok,” He sat next to me on my suitcase “You’re obviously not fine, Please tell me whats wrong.”

“i-i…” I couldn’t finish my sentence… I looked around inside of my VS bag and pulled out the crumbled ‘evicted’ letter, “here” I managed to quietly say. The mysterious man contemplated the note.

He scrunched his eyebrows together and creases began to take form on his forehead, “get in the car.” He demanded, I don’t even know him, like he could be a rapist for all I know?!?!? Was he trying to help me?

“I don’t know you, I’m not going anywhere!” I loudly protested

“Well what else are you going to do, it’s about rain…” he began to smirk as he clasped one of my bags and escorted it toward his Audi R8.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me! I’m not going with you!!!” I screamed, I crossed my tanned legs Indian style and then did the same with my arms “I’m staying right here” I proclaimed.

“Suit yourself” he chuckled then proceeded to haul my stuff in the direction of his car. Does he not get that I don’t want to go with him, he’s a stranger. I closed my eyes and stayed in my position for a while ‘till I was hoisted up by two strong arms, I instantly opened my eyes and began to screem.

“Help!!! KIDNAP AND RAPE!!!! HELP!!! ANYONE CALL 911!!!” I screamed, I probably shouldn’t have ‘cuz he was just trying to help but when you’ve lived in New York City for your whole life you learn not to trust people. Soon enough I was gently placed in the passenger side of his car.

“Are you trying to get you’re hero arrested?!?! Just let me help,” He pleaded… I ignored his plead, so he closed the door and waltzed to the driver’s side.

“I don’t know anything about you…” I trailed off,

Then he began to speak in his thick, really thick British accent “I’m Harry Edward Styles, 19 from Cheshire, England, I’m single and have one sister Gemma.” Then he laughed “Is that enough?”

“Sure, I’m Leah and I’m 17…” I trailed off. The rest of the 40 minute drive was complete silence.

“Were here” Harry pronounced while stepping out of the car, his curls falling in his face. He glided over to the back seat and acquired my bags then proceeded inside. What am I doing?  I said to myself honestly I don’t even know… I’ve just been kicked out of my apartment and now I’m going to an almost strangers house that approached me outside a pub. I hesitantly stepped out of Harry’s car then Sauntered to the open apartment door.

               The apartment was fairly big. To the right of me was a living room, in front of me was a kitchen, and there looked like there was at least 3 other rooms.

“Leah?” Harry questioned, I walked to where his voice sounded like it was coming from. He was plugging his IPhone in its charger, and might I add that instead of his jeans and V-neck T he was now wearing grey sweatpants that hung right below his toned abs and v line. Harry smirked as he noticed me staring; I wouldn’t be surprised if I was drooling…

“You’ll be staying in my guest room, just follow me” He led me to a big room with a desk, queen bed, walk-in closet, and bathroom.

“Thanks” I smiled; I’m still not very comfortable around him.

“If you need anything I’ll be right across the hall” He told me as he disappeared out the door.

               I closed and locked the bland door then advanced towards my bag. I removed a navy blue Ramones T-shirt and a pair of Purple Sophie shorts then attended to putting them on whilst climbing into bed. BOOM! You’ve got to be kidding me it’s storming outside, Ever since a massive tornado when I was seven I’ve been extremely terrified of Thunder Storms.  I quickly jolted up when another boom made itself clear.

               I’ll just have to suck it up. Usually whenever I was scared I would call my best friend, since 6th grade, Allison (a.k.a Alli). Too bad she’s in Paris, the city of Love, with Cassie and Jenna. Our other best friends, I couldn’t go because I had to fly to Indiana to take care of Susie, my sick aunt. Guess I should just go to bed and worry about all my problems tomorrow. I got out of bed and silently got my phone and charger out of my bag as I plugged the charger into the wall and my phone into the charger before I crawled into bed and finally went to sleep.