Lost & Found - A Harry Styles Fan Fic

Chapter 1

''WHEN THE HELL ARE YOU GOING TO STOP THIS MUM?! YOU'RE BEING A PATHETIC BITCH'' ''GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HOUSE AND DONT YOU DARE COMEBACK!'' I ran upstairs to my bedroom, grabbed my suitcase from my wardrobe and began to cram all my clothes into the suitcase, I grabbed my leopard print back pack and began to pack my necessities such as hair brush, curlers, straighteners, make up and so on. With tears beginning to blind my eyes and make them burn, I stormed down the stairs, grabbed my jacket, purse iphone and headphones and left the house, not even looking back. 

I was out there, in the world, alone, with only £100 in my bank and around £20 in my purse. I wasn't able to go stay with a friend because I'd lost all of them because of this one bitch called Ana Rita. She was the slut of the century in my eyes, all the boys stared and she would flaunt her stuffed bra with tiny ass tits at them all the time. I honestly didn't understand what guys saw in her. At one point when we were best friends i saw her as such a pretty person, but as soon as well fell out i began seeing her in a different light, she became the ugliest person i could of ever met. The ignorant, hypocrite arrogant tosser. Once we fell out she turned everyone against me, I felt like i was starting my life again from the beginning. 

I went and booked a couple nights at an old shabby hotel with awful staff, Good choice Mol! They were so rude and they could most likely see i was upset because of my mascara dripping off my face from crying and it raining on the way to the hotel, yet they gave me the dullest look ever, they didn't even say "Enjoy your stay" or anything just "Here's your key" and went back into the staff room. I threw my suitcase up onto the bed and pulled out some running shorts and a sports bra, i wiped the mascara off my face and headed back downstairs to go for a run, by now it was pouring down with rain. I left the lobby of the hotel and began to run down the street, i ran for what felt like miles and miles, i took a break on a bench on the side of a path. People walked past me and didn't even bother to look at me. Once again tears began to fall down my cheeks, My mind kept running through what had happened, My mum, Carolyn, had an affair with some guy she met when she was out for a meal with some friends, she told me only today that she was getting a divorce from my dad after being with this guy for 2 bloody years! She deserved to be called a pathetic bitch. 

I looked up with a blurry vision and wiped my eyes, and that is when i saw him, across the road, screaming down the phone to someone, he looked at me and i couldn't help but stare, his hair was tousled and curly and flicked towards the end, he was wearing a leather jacket and black denim jeans with a white a grey t-shirt on, he kept looking at me, and then looked away, he shouted a couple more things and gave up and threw his phone at the wall. He stood there, looking up into the night sky, his hands in his hair. He slowly moved his head and looked at me again and that is when he began to cross the road... 

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Slanted (Italic writing) is thoughts in her head. You character name is Molly but everyone calls you Mol, you have mousey brown hair and hazel with a tint of blue eyes, you are 17 in the story until later on. There is some swearing at the start, Ana Rita is a real person in real life i have just changed her name, Most of the stories that have happened in this have happened to me but im just tweaking them slightly. 

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Byyeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeessssss ~ Eleanor x