Chapter 9

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*Tiffanylea's POV*

I looked up at the guy that was in front of me, frightened. "Who-who are y-you?" I asked. It was dark so I couldn't see his face, but I could tell he was tall. Around 6 ft at least.

His raspy voice filled my ears as he held out his hand and helped me up from the ground. "Harry. Are you alright?" I nodded, but before I could ask Harry who, he looked around us, then took my hand and said, "That was a gunshoot...we need to get out of here. Come on love!"

He yanked my hand and started running down the street. The OPPOSITE direction of my flat. "Umm, Harry-whoever-you-are, my flat is that way." I tried telling him.

He chuckled while continuing to run in the same direction. "We are going to my house. We are almost there, come on babe!"

I was close on his heels. I didn't know who he was, what he looked like, where he lived, but I didn't care. He was getting me away from danger. And that was all I wanted. About to minutes, we stopped running into a big house. "Where you live, I assume?" I asked looking at the mysterious boy.

He looked at the building and nodded. "Lets go inside." He said, pulling up the hood of his sweatshirt. I followed inside. He opened the door for me and walked inside. It was big, warm and cozy. Just like home. It made me feel comfortable. He led me to his living room and helped me off with my coat. He walked towards a closet and went behind the door to hand up the jackets.

"So, I told you my name, what's yours?" He asked still hidden behind the closet door.

I looked around the room, taking everything in. It smiled like cinnamon pumpkin candles. The same candles my mom gets. "Tiffanyle. Tiffanylea Rosenthal." I replied. "But you never told me your full name. Harry what?"

He came out from behind the door, now visible. My heart stopped. His curly hair messy and green eyes looking me up and down, with a slight sparkle in them. "Styles. Harry Styles. Nice to meet you Tiffanylea." He smiled at me. Oh...my...god...

*Harry's POV*

"Harry Styles. Nice to meet you Tiffanylea." I smiled at her. She stood there frozen, staring at me. My smile vanished insantly as I saw her knees buckle. 'Oh crap.' I thought as I ran to her, catching her just in time before she hit the floor, unconscious. "Yep..." I said to myself as I picked her up and set her on the couch. "She is a fan."

I stood over her watching her. Her brown hair, tinted red, layed perfectly over her shoulders. Her small lips was parted open slightly as her breath was release from it. 'She is beautiful.' I shook my head. I didn't have time for that. I walked into the kitchen and made some tea. As I poured it into two cups, I felt my phone buzz. I took it out of my pocket and looked at the screen. I clicked answer and held it up to my ear, speaking, "Hey Zack."

"Ha ha. Very funny Marel." Zayn chuckled on the other end of the line.

I smiled. "What can I do for you mate?"

"I have to go into town tomorrow and get a present for Jade. Perrie wanted me to get her something to get her from the both of us. Can you come with me tomorrow? I have no idea what to get and you're good with the whole gift giving thing."

"Yeah mate. I'll come. Whhy are you getting a present for Jade though?" I asked

"Her birthday is in december."

"That's december Zayn. Why are you getting it now?"

"thats what I asked Perrie ans she said, and I quote, 'By the time December rolls around, everything that Jade likes will be gone. And besides Zayn, there is sales goin g on everywhere!' End of quote. that is why I'm going now."

I laughed. "Sounds like a handful!"

I barely hear him mumble "you have know idea." Then more loudly, he said, "but it's worth it if that means I get to cause he to smile."

I smiled. "You are seriously like, the best boyfriend ever. Perrie is one lucky girl."

"No mate...I'm the lucky one...anyway. Thanks man. See you tomorrow."

'how sweet.' "No problem mate! Later" I hung up and put my phone in my pocket. I walked back into the living with the cups of tea. I set them on the coffee able and sat down on a chair, watching Tiffanylea.

I just met her and before I could even tell her anything else besides my name, she fainted. But I still felt protective of her. When I hear the gunshoot, I started running away myself, but them I saw her. She was panicing so I wanted to help so I brought her here. To safety. And God know...she will be safe in my arms.

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Hey guys! Stephanie here! Sorry for the long wait! And sorry for the short chapter! I hope you guys like it though! I myself im quite fond of it...probably my favorite chapter. And I had to put the the Zerrie comments. It was just too sweet to pass up. I was trying not to die of zerrie feels when I wrote that bit :P but anyways...luv you guys!! <3 :D

~Tiffanylea and Stephanie

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