Stuck up Styles( harry styles fan fiction )

Chapter 1

I was sitting on the floor, eating a hamburger at the homeless shelter. Does that surprise you? The fact that I was a homeless person. Ha, I thought so. It isnt that bad. I mean, being homeless. Well in the winters it is. It's cold and we, my ma and i never have enough clothing to keep us warm or good food to fill us up. But I suppose that's life. You never have everything.

Well anyway, I was eating a hamburger when one of the helpers delivered the grave news. My mother had died along with the baby she was carrying. A boy. A tiny little baby boy.

My eyes filled up with tears. My mama. The one person who had always taken care of me. She had. sacrificed so much for me. I was the child she had been pregnant with. The reason she got thrown out of her house, fifteen years ago. She had been bit older than me, yet so brave. She had proved to be a wonderful mother and now she was gone.

" it was a complicated pregnancy, allie I'm really sorry." a helper said to me.

I nodded in return as more tears slipped down my face.

"oh." I said dully.

She went on and on about what I was to do. How I could stay at this shelter till arrangements about where I were to go were made. As I was underage, I couldn't go off on my own and other things. She said more stuff but by then I had lost concentration.

Chapter 2

"Allie" a loud, shrill voice called my name. So this is it. I Allie, whatever my last name is, was going into care. A foster home. I'd never thought I'd end up there, but I guess anythings possible.

It would be fun. They said. I'd make friends my own age and get an education. Ha sure. I'd read enough books to know how I'd get treated there. As I was saying the shrill voice,my social workers, was telling me to follow her to the car.

The journey was long and tiring. No one spoke during it.

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The " Monroe centre for abandoned children " was finally here. I got out of the car exhausted and my stomach churning from anxiety.

" hello there. You must be allison." the caretaker greeted me.

I followed her to the sitting room. There were a few people my age over there. A girl about sixteen was sprawled on the sofa reading some magazine. I waited there while my social worker and the caretaker talked.

The door opened. Jenny( social worker) came out and told me that I was to stay here till I was eighteen or till someone adopted or claimed me.

Why would anyone adopt me? People only adopt cute little babies like my mom's. I don't stand a chance and obviously no one's gonna claim me.

Chapter 3

"hey." a small boy about ten said to me.

"hi." I replied

Maybe i could make some friends. But boy was I wrong.

Just as I was about to ask him his name he dug his hands in my pockets, found ten bucks and ran.

"Great. Just great." I muttered. What a start.

RING!! The bell for dinner rang. I started walking towards the dining area but was stopped by a hurricane of children. Where did they come from . I thought to myself.

By the time I got there, the pizza was almost gone and just as I was about to take a slice, a hand popped out of nowhere and grabbed my pizza.

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