run away//h.s.

spins and tricks.

if there are other things that confused you about Jessica's wealth she is rich sorrysorryyy

Jessica's Pov.

"And that's the St. Patrick's Cathedral um all I know is that it has gothic architectures." his shoulders shrugged.

"Wow aren't you so good at touring people around,"I replied in a sarcastic tone. His way of 'touring' was telling it's name then saying one description about it. How vague of you Mr. Styles.

I watched him as we continued to walk around New York.

"So Jessica what's your last name?"

"Hmmm Harry Styles why should I feel the need to tell you. Just because you're famous doesn't mean that I don't think your a secret raping axe murderer" I replied playfully.

"Well gosh darn you found out the truth." he rolled his eyes mirroring my playful aura.

I smiled his features more soften then ever. It took me a while to notice his stunning green eyes. Oh my god did I just say that out loud? I mentally face-palmed myself taking in the embarrassing contact before it happens. I watched him as he laughed hysterically. His eyes squeezed shut and his dimples were more prominent. I blushed crimson in embarrassment. Why am I so stupid.

"Don't worry babe you're not the only one who thinks that." he laughed.

Oh god now he thinks full of himself.

"Do you want to know my last name or not." I grumbled.

"Well as a secret raping murderer yes, yes I do."

I furrowed my eyebrows to his playfulness.

"Well um my full name is Jessica Rose Winter." I said nonchalantly. a/n srry for the chessy name, i cant think of anything rlly

"Not bad for a pretty girl like you. Mine's Harry Edward Milward Styles. Mum and Dad divorced." he replied.

I nodded my head slightly. His arms flexing at each step he takes.

"We should head back now the concert going to start soon, I could get you a backstage pass if you insist m'lady."

"No thank you. I'm going home right after the concert."

Even though Harry's such a nice person I kind of want to be careful about myself after what my friend from England told me. We clicked on Omegle and we talked, and then after a few chats she brought up One Direction. Which to the point she brought up Harry. She said something about him having a dark past. I never got a reply though, her mom busting in on her, yelling, when she said she was grounded from using that device. She only left me with a few information, her messages scaring the fuck out of me. She said about him killing people and torturing them but he never got caught. The last thing she said was her name, Emily and how much she missed a guy named James.

But Harry didn't look like one of those people. He looked humble, yet annoying. But to me, he would never hurt a person. Not in any way. But I shouldn't judge the information, for all she could be lying. I flinched as the tricky pavement tripped me. I fell into Harry's broad shoulders.

"You okay I replied to you and you fell."he chuckled deeply.

"Sorry Sorry."I replied pushing myself away and dusting away the invisible specks.

"What did you say?" I asked.

"It's not that important anymore."he shrugged.

We arrived at the area shortly and he jogged to the backstage door. The only thing holding the fans from attacking him was the pudgy security guard by the name of Paul. I turned squeezing into the crowd trying to find Erin. 'Shit' I cursed as a girl stepped on my foot. I took out my phone texting Erin.