Elements (Harry Styles)

Prologue

(A/N: Hey guys! I'm Kate, and I'm new at writing. I've been writing my whole life and finally decided to post something. So here is my first ever fanfiction, Elements! xx)

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I remember when I was little, my mum would tell me to run. She would tell me to block out sounds I heard from downstairs. But there was just one time that has stuck in my mind forever, and I can't seem to get rid of it. I was around twelve, and my mom was screaming in pain downstairs. My father had just gotten home, 'drunk out of his mind' is what my mom always called it. I came downstairs to see what was wrong, and I saw him hitting her; beating her brutally. I watched from the staircase, frieghtened that there was nothing I could do. My mum kept telling me to leave and to not watch, but I couldn't help it. There was a small boy who came in the front door, immeadiatly removing my father from my mother and taking my hand, He couldnt have been two years older than me. I watched his eyes meet mine, and he told me in a different way to run. I couldn't hear him, and I didn't see his mouth move. I knew it came from his mind. It was what he was thinking. And somehow, it managed to get to me. I stood up on my twelve year old legs, and ran out the door, sprinting down the midnight streets with the mystery man.

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Arabella's POV:

The music in the club was giving me a thumping headache. Each time a beat would drop, my headache got stronger. If I had a dollar for the amount of men that were staring at jailbait in here, I would be a millionaire. I was glad I was properly dressed, not gaining any attention from any men here, but there was one gaze that was still held on me. He was in a dark corner of the club, leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets and a smirk on his face. He had dark curly hair that hung in his bright green eyes that wouldn't budge from my figure. He began walking over to me, passing a drink to the tall lady that was babbling about something he obviously didn't care about.

"Did you see something you liked, love?" His raspy voice rang in my ears. "I might've." I replied, turning around and walking towards the other side of the club, the mystery man following closely behind me. His presence felt somewhat familiar to me, and I was detemined to figure out what it was about him. I led him out of the club, and onto the boardwalk. "What's your name, lovely?" He asked me. "Ara. You can call me Ara." I said back, fixing the collar around his neck. "That's it, one name?" He asked, moving his hand to grab mine. "One more than you." I said, as I pulled my hand away from his. "Harry Styles." He said, pushing my back against a brick wall I didn't realize was there.

"Please get off of me." I moved my hands to push him back, fisting his t-shirt when he wouldn't budge. "Are you uncomfortable?" He asked me, removing himself from my body. "I don't like being touched." I replied, hastily. "I'm sorry, Ara." He replied with a smirk on his face, meaning it sarcastically. "I've got to go." I said, looking down and trying to get around him. "You aren't going anywhere, because you don't need to go anywhere. I'm taking you out." He moved his arm to block me from escaping his presence. "Please just let me go." I slumped, annoyed. "Not until you agree to have dinner with me. I want to get to know you." He sighed, flipping his curls out of his face. "Please? I can change. We can start fresh." When I didn't responde, he took my phone out of my back pocket and texted himself. "I'll see you tomorrow night, Ara." He called as he walked away.

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When I got home that night, I couldn't help but feel like someone was always watching me. I was constantly feeling on edge. I decided to take a shower, feeling the oils in my hair. I started the water and undressed. I was about to step in when I heard a noise outside of my balcony. I decided to go see what it was. I walked over to the door, stopping when I saw Harry standing outside of it, shivering. I quickly walked over to the door, opening it. "Harry, what the hell are you doing here?" I yelled, shutting the door behind him. "I wanted to make sure I knew where you lived so I could come get you tomorrow." He cheekily smiled. "But then my car wouldn't start because it's dead and now I'm kinda stuck here." He raised his eyebrows at me. "Well, that's unfortunate. Good luck!" I said opening the door again. "Ara, please? I won't be able to sleep out there." He said, shutting the balcony door. "It's freezing nuts!" He exclaimed. "Well you're nuts if you think I'm going to let a stranger in my house!" I said, laughing slightly at how insane he was. "Please?"

He looked at me with pleading eyes. I thought for a second, thinking of how he hasn't hurt me yet, and how this could be my good deed for the year. "Fine. But you're sleeping on the couch. And if you try to touch me or Charlie, I'll fucking kill you." I replied, rubbing my forehead. "Wait, who's charlie?" He asked, taken aback. "He is my nephew I'm watching." I said, heading to my door and grabbing some blankets and a pillow out of the closet. "Oh, thank god." he said, taking the blankets from me and situating himself. I headed to my room, and turned off all the lights. "Thank you, Ara." He said, laying down. "Mhm. Night." I said, closing my door, and sighing.

What the hell did I just do?