What Makes You Beautiful

Photo to the right is Harry Styles (as if you didn't know). Isn't he attractive?

Yes, this is short. First chapters are usually short (in my mind).

Chapter 1

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"We'll always love you, baby girl," My mom used to say.

"Mom, Dad, I'm 17. You don't have to call me 'baby girl' any more," I would respond.

"But your our baby girl," My dad would say. "And you always will be."

We would have that conversation every few days. I thought it was no big deal. It was something they always did. I used to wish that they would just stop calling me "baby girl". Now I just want to hear them say it one more time.

"Sir, do you have any spare change?" I ask as I am leaning up against a brick wall in Venice, Italy, my hometown. I held out a mug to him. The man marched past me without saying a word. I sigh and look in my mug to count how much money I had. I had exactly four Euros. It may seem like very little, but it's exciting to me. I finally had enough money!

I put on my biggest smile on sprint to the Venice airport. I run up to the front desk and slam down all the money I had. "One Coach class ticket to London, please!"

"The plane will be landing soon. All passengers are required to fasten your seat belts for landing."

I fasten my seat belt with a huge grin on my face. "What are you so happy about?" My obnoxious seat-neighbor rasped.

I put on a straight face. "I get to get off of this plane and away from your smelly a**," I snap. That shuts him right up.

The airplane lands in five minutes' time. I twirl out of the plane, my small bag of belongings hitting a few passerbys. They cuss me out, but I don't care.

But realization hits me like a sledgehammer. My parents are dead. They died in a gondola (boat) accident a few days ago and left me with nothing. I don't blame them (I wouldn't dare), but I literally have nothing but this bag of belongings that I just accidentally hit a lady in the gut with. I loved my parents very much and I always will. We were very close (me being an only child), so it was that much harder. I stop my shenanigans and sulk out of the airport.

I make it a few blocks before the tears come. I sink down to my knees in the middle of the sidewalk, face in my hands. I feel like ripping my hair out and screamed until I can't even breathe. I'm only 17, and my life is already ruined. Fantastic.

"Hey!" I hear a male's voice call.

I don't look up. It's probably someone with a bit of joy in their life. No one that interests me. The only people that would interest me would be my parents or a scientist that would bring them back to life.

"Hey! Why are you on the ground?"

Why won't the world just go away as quickly as my happiness did?

I feel a hand on my shoulder. "Hey, get up."

"Allontanarsi!" I shout at him.

There was short pause. "... What?"

I roll my eyes into my hands. "Go. Away!"

"No. Let me help you up," He says. I look up to see a hand extended towards me. Eh, what's the worst that could happen? My brain whispers to me. I grab the stranger's hand and he pulls me up. I come face to face with blue-green eyes and curly brown hair that I just want to run my fingers through just once.I stare into his eyes (accidentally) and he stares right back confidently. I look away quickly, but the tears stop. "What were you doing crying on the street corner."

I blink slowly and look to the side. "I don't want to talk about it."

"That's fine. Do you need a ride home or something?"

There's a thought that never occurred to me. "Oh. Home."

"Is that a... yes? No?"

"How about an 'I don't have a home and I just moved here from Italy'?" I say.

"No way, Italy?!" The guy shouts.

I nod. "So, yeah. No home. Homeless."

"Why don't you come stay at my place until you get back on your feet?" The stranger offers.

"Um, sure. Thanks."

"Follow me to my car." He leads me to a Camaro parked on the curb. He opens the door for me and I get in.

As soon as we get driving, he strikes up a conversation. "I'm Harry, by the way. Harry Styles. What's your name?"

"Skylar Harris," I answer simply/

That was all we said the entire way until Harry parks the car in a driveway and sighs. "We're here! Home,sweet home! You're going to love it here."