A Second Chance: a Harry Styles fanfic

Heather's POV

-"Please stop!" I yelled to my Dad as he through me roughly against the wall. I knew yelling was no use but every day I hoped some how he could hear me and get some sense knocked into him. But I knew when he was as drunk as he was when he came home that nobody could make him listen. Tears slide down my cheek as he slapped me, Hard! Why did I have to have an abusive father. It hurts me to think the rest of my life will be spent being beaten, with no mother, and no life. Since my father killed Mom when I was twelve he always abused me. Now that I am seventeen the years have added up. He roughly grabbed my arm and punched me and dragged me towards my bedroom. I let myself go limp I knew I couldn't do anything to stop him so I was done trying. I felt blood gush in my mouth as my father ripped my shirt off. I started to slowly black out but before I did I saw a man come up from behind my Dad and hit him. My vision became darker until I couldn't see anything else.-

"Miss, Miss?" I heard someone whisper as they poked me lightly. I quickly opened my eyes ready to defend myself until I realized I was on a plane. " We will be landing in London soon please put your seat belt on." The flight attendant whispered happily. I nodded and sat up. I always re lived those few moments of my life of being saved by the police when I slept. I sighed knowing I probably looked like a mess. I was so glad the neighbors had heard me scream that night or else who knows what would have happened to me. I looked down at the scars on my hands and arms they weren't as noticeable as when I was put in the hospital after being found by the police three weeks ago. They would always haunt me of my past but my father being in jail and me moving to London would help me with my new start. Hopefully my life would be better in Holmes Chapel then it had been in the States.

"Good morning, we have had a successful flight. It is now four o-cloak am the 14 of May here in London. The weather is warm so no need for jackets. Thank you for choosing this airline and have a great day." The pilot said cheerfully. I shrugged, how could anyone be so happy at four in the morning? I smiled as we landed on the run way. I had always loved take off's and landings. I gratefully stepped out of the plane and stretched my legs thanking the attendants on the way. I pulled out my phone and head phones from my carry on and listened to One Directions new hit "Best Song Ever," as I walked over to the luggage pick up. I started to get lost in the music and hummed along. I missed my luggage twice before realizing it had already passed. As I was reaching out to grab my moving luggage sudden camera flashes distracted me. What the? I looked over at the direction of the flashes and nearly screamed in excitement, Harry Styles was walking with his family out of the airport.

I smiled warmly at them it must feel good to spend time with your family. My smile quickly turned to a frown as I thought of my own family. My Mom was murdered and my Dad was in jail, and my brother was in the military and has had no knowledge of the things that have had happened. I really didn't have a family. A tear slipped down my face as I hurriedly grabbed the purple floral suit cases and walked out of the airport and over to the rental car station. A warm breeze pushed up against me, luckily I had but my long brown hair in French braid down the back of my head on the plane, so my hair didn't go crazy. I breathed in deeply as I walked up to a worker.

"Hi, I am Heather Oakley here to pick up a car." I said yawning.

"Call me Jack and welcome to London. It seems your not from around here possibly from America." The employee said while turning his back towards me and picking up a set of keys and handing them to me. I nodded thanking him and picked up my luggage ready to leave but he stopped me quickly added. "Here let me help you cant have a pretty lady like you picking up to much weight." I blushed at his complement. But was still cautious and kept my distance. I promised myself before I left that I would never ever trust a man again. Other then my brother William. Jack lifted up my luggage and lead me to my car. My mouth fell open as I saw the car I had gotten. A freaking Tron Lamborghini! Jack saw my amazement and smiled. "A very pretty car for a very pretty lady." He breathed. Which made me blush again. This boy really must like me or something.

My suspicion was confirmed when he passed me a slip of paper and walked away. Right away I understood, it must be his number. I smiled, he was a nice gentleman maybe I won't need to be so worried. Wait! What was I thinking? Men are mean ,hurtful people who don't deserve woman. Gosh, I hope I'm not warming up to men already. I loaded the trunk(boot) of the car which didn't hold much and jumped in. Already I was uncomfortable. I had secretly gotten my drivers licensen in America when I was sixteen, but never really went driving because I would come home from school then get beaten. The driver always drove on the left side of the car but here the driver sat on the right. And to add to my frustration it was a stick car. I moaned as I sat in the comfortable seat, slowly I put the keys in the ignition, and the car roared to life. I could get used to this place.

Harry's POV

I started to bounce around in the plane seat as we landed. I was so close to my family. Management was giving us a one month vacation before we continued the rest of the tour. Niall, Liam, Louis, Zayn, and I had all went to see our families. We were going to meet up in a couple of days so I had that amount of days left with my family alone. None of us had seen our families in six months so we were all bursting with excitement.

"Welcome to London.........." The pilot said through the speaker. But I didn't hear anything else the pilot said. It went into one ear out through the other. Once they started letting people off I grabbed my carry on and ran of the plane. Right as I came off the plane I saw my Mom, Gemma, and my step Dad waiting for me. A huge smile appeared on my face as I saw them. I dashed over to them and hugged them so tightly I could have sworn they broke a rib. Camera flashes started going off by the paparazzi as I let them go. Though I felt someone staring at me and I looked to my left. A girl at the most two years younger then me( Harry is nineteen because it is 2013 in this book) was staring. She quickly looked away, picked up her luggage and walked away. I stood there breathless, I swear I could still feel the tingly sensation of her beautiful blue eyes on me. I had never believed in love at first sight before, but now I do.