Kat's P.O.V.
Smack! Crack! Crash!! The door broke as my body rammed into it one last time. I've had my eye on this house for years and know finally, I have the guts to break into it- it's beautiful! I hate doing this. I've never liked my way of life. But England can be ruff and that's just what it is for me, ruff.
Stepping over the broken door bits I'm finally in a beautiful flat. It's just it was never the way I intended to See something beautiful like this. Getting over the guilt I go through my routine look, find, pack, leave only in the middle of step two I fall away to la la land as I tiptoe to the kitchen, and find fancy food. Yum! Singing to myself in joy I stuff my face. Suddenly I hear footsteps. Oh no! Crap! Crap! Crap! There here damn! Um, I don't know what to do!
My mind races and my heart sinks as my body sweats more then when I sprinted away from the cops last week. The thoughts flood my mind. But there's one I linger on sorry mom I guess I won't be bringing home dinner after all.....The steps get closer and closer soon they disappear. I feel something warm hovering over me. My head is ducked in shame and guilt also not wanting them to see me. So clearly I don't see anything. "What the hell are you doing? I'm going to call the cops!" Hey that raspy voice is familiar! Where have I heard it from? Looking up I see a stunning heart throb, Harry Styles. Oh no, I broke into Harry's flat great just great. One of the lads in the biggest band on the planet. I will never live the guilt if this one down.
Harry's P.O.V
Getting home from Nando's only to see my front door knocked down is not the best way to come home. Anger rises and there's no turning back. Stepping into the shattered door fram and over the door bits. I walk into what I thought was a empty robbed house. Then I hear sobs coming from my kitchen.
Slowly walking to the kitchen only to see a girl with beautiful long dirty blode locks of hair flowing over her crunched up knees. Oh my gosh, a petite girl, who looks fragile just by looking at her, just broke into my house...... My thoughts are snatched right from me as she mumbles "look Harry I'm so sorry I just, I didn't know. Please don't call the cops. I have to go find food to bring home to my mother. And if I don't she won't be able to eat, please just forget I was here. I'll leave right now. I didn't steel anything yet." The furious anger is gone. As she looks up at me, can see her glistening eyes all red and puffy, they'd be beautiful if they weren't filled with guilt.
I watch as she slops herself up off the floor starting at the door. It clicks she's leaving I won't ever see her again. "Wait!" Falls out of my mouth, having no control of my words can hurt. "What." She replies, quite and timid. With a sniffle following. "So are you poor?" Poured out like nothing, man am I stupid. Gosh Harry keep your mouth shut sometimes! After a moment of silence. She wipes her eyes. "Well yes, but no. If that makes sense." She replies trying to cover her embarrassment. Nodding silently trying to process what she stated. I finally understand. "So could I get you a job? That's not stealing." She raises one eyebrow like shes confused but then. Blurts "yes! That would be awesome!" That was easy, I guess. You know trying to get her to say yes
