Helpless ( EDITING )

Chapter 1

Emma's POV

I walked down the street of Detroit, the cold, mid autumn air nipping at my hands as I walked. It was around midnight, and I was walking home from my job, yes I know its late, but this was normal for me. You'd think that working at a run down ice skating rink, you'd get a reasonable shift. Nope.

As I walked I looked up and noticed a One Direction billboard, I sighed.

I miss Harry, it feels like ages since I've seen him last. No, I'm not dating him, never. He's my brother , yes, it sounds strange, "what? The Harry Styles has a sister that he never mentiones?" Believe it or not, its true. Don't even get me started on how many times I've been used just to get a glimpse at my older brother. Older by two years actually, I was just 17, turning 18 in August to be exact. Making him 19, almost 20.

I put in my headphones and started humming along to the first song that came on. I'm freezing as hell, I need coffee or something. I glanced to my right and saw a Starbucks, wow I'm a white girl.

I entered the small cafe and the heat comforted my body. It was always nice and warm in here. I pulled out one of my ear buds and walked to the counter. "Can I just get a medium hazelnut coffee?" I said giving a mere glance at the barista. "Do you mean a venti?" she asked. Sorry I'm not fluent in white girl language, I rolled my eyes "Yeah sure." I said. "That'll be $4.87" she replied, I handed her my money and waited for my drink.

"Emma?" Someone called out, I walked over to the voice and grabbed my coffee, flashing a fake smile. The cup instantly spread warmth throughout my hands as I walked to the door.

But of course, with my goddamn amazing luck, someone just had to make me spill my drink everywhere and drop all my things. Hot coffee laced my skin with pain, but I ignored it. Normally I would have blamed my usual clumsiness for this, but it turned out someone had actually bumped into me. That's a first.

I glanced up to see what ignorant person had ran into me. It had been a tall blonde-brown haired boy, maybe about 6 feet tall, wearing sunglasses. Who the hell wears sunglasses at night?

"Oh my god I'm so sorry let me help you." the mysterious figure spoke, holding out a hand to pull me up, which I took gladly with acceptance. "You're all right, it was an accident." I said flashing my fake smile once again. He returned my smile and handed me my book that must've fallen out of my bag.

"I think you dropped this." He spoke once again. "Thank you." I said grabbing my book. "Playlist for the Dead? Never read it, maybe I should sometime." he said reading the cover. Well it's my favorite book, yes you should read it. "Yeah, you should, thanks again, have a good night." I said walking out through the door and turning on Lakepointe Road, where my apartment was.

I was exhausted, my legs and arms felt as if they would break off if I took another step. I dropped all my stuff in the doorway of my bedroom and jumped into my bed, the thought of who the boy was escaping my mind as I fell into a deep sleep.

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I'm finally editing all the chapters, this is gonna take a long ass time. Worth it though.

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