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                    At first I believed I was back home the smell of bacon and eggs engulfed my senses- just like mama use to make them every morning before school, daddy would be sitting at the kitchen table reading this morning's paper and mama would be calling me down for breakfast.

What made me realize that I wasn't back home was I couldn't smell mamas perfume of roses or daddy's aftershave along with that when my eye opened (technically one eye was swollen shut) the unfamiliar surroundings of a vintage bedroom made me understand that the man who saved me last night had brought me to his own home I peered around the room it was painted a grey colour, with hardwood flooring the bed was queen sized with down pillows and baby blue sheets on top was a darker shade of blue comforter, there were posters hung up on the walls of bands I've never heard of except for some like The Beatles, Rolling Stones and The Killers but others I didn't recognize like Grouplove, The Neighborhood, and Mumford & Sons.

Some other things caught my eye like photographs hung up on the walls from a Polaroid camera of different places and a oak dresser that had a white fedora, a pair of sunglasses, and a few bandanas I bit my tongue getting up from the comfy bed when suddenly I realized that I wasn't in my pajamas but an oversized black Teenage Runaway jumper that nearly touched my thighs and at my feet were a pair of long socks: had my hero dressed me?! Something about that gave me chills but I shook them off.

My feet slid across the hard wood flooring I thought about finding the bathroom but instead I don't I continue out the door studying photographs on the walls of unrecognized people, the smell of breakfast and coffee invades my noes making me drool from the lack of a good meal.

Pushing open two doubles doors a kitchen came in to view revealing granite countertops, a white fridge, checkered floors, a light brown coffee table and then there's him but he's not wearing the black hoodie instead a pair of jeans that rest low on his hips, a pair of dirty socks and a black t-shirt he has dark brown curly hair, creamy skin and tight muscles I stood in the middle of the kitchen admiring his muscles and the song he was humming underneath his breathe "Hey Jude" by The Beatles finally I clear my throat wanting to see my hero's face he turns from the sound wearing a smirk a dimple pops into his smile near the corner of his pink mouth, I recognize his large noes and lips but when my own eye reaches his I'm feeling dizzy - he's got these mesmerizing green eyes with bits of hidden browns and blended blues in other words my hooded savior is a hunk!

                           Said savior speaks with a posh but deep British accent "Oh good your awake Wyoming, I made you bacon and eggs with coffee." I nod shyly but then ask "H-How do you know my name?" my throat hurts and feels weird making my voice scratchy, Curly frowns at this but replies "We go to the same school together 'm sure you've seen me around!" I try to think then finally it hits me he goes to the library a lot and he's in my English class I nod my head saying "Oh yeah y-your Henry Still right?" he let's out a deep chuckle replying "Close, it's Harry Styles!" I nod my head shyly but smile watching as Harry places the eggs and bacon on a plate he holds up a tray then walks out towards the living room I follow him like a lost confused puppy inside the living room is a red sofa with pillows, wood flooring, photographs, a DVD case, a flat screen television and a glass door that leads to the backyard Harry sets down the tray then grabs the television remote turning on the news at 9 in the morning he pats a seat next to him but I sit on the far corner of the sofa with my knees pulled to my chest, Harry shrugs then hands me a plate of breakfast I thank him with a nod then eat savoring the delicious taste of bacon and eggs.

After breakfast Harry cleans our plates then returns plopping down on the sofa right beside me this time I instantly curl up tighter he cocks a brow then says gently "You don't have to be scared of me Wyoming I'm not going to hurt you.." I shrug my shoulders replying "Yeah but I barely know you.." Harry sighs inwardly he pats my knee making me flinch then he says with a grin "You'll have to get to know me, since your staying here." wait what?! I stand up and reply "I can't stay here Harry, I have to go back home.." Harry growls shouting "So you can be killed by your drunk ass father?! Look in the damn mirror Wyoming see what he's done to you!"

My eyes water at his tone instead of crying I ask "How do you know about that?" his shoulders slump, he swallows then steps closer cupping my cheek I flinch at the contact he replies "I think y'know how.." he strokes below my bruised eye and busted lip I sigh understanding what he meant, weakly I ask "What about my stuff?" he explains that once my daddy leaves we'll sneak in and get my clothes and other personal articles, I nod but Harry says that we can do this tomorrow because it was "late" this was a lie though because the sun was still up and it was at least 5:45 p.m but I didn't argue with Harry instead I asked sheepishly "How are sleeping arrangements going to work?" Harry replies "I take the sofa and you can have my bed." I bite my lip then say "But Harry that's your bed.." he just looks at me and replies with a boyish smile "S'fine plus your the guest.."I frown staring down at my pale thighs Harry's voice is suddenly in my ear saying briskly "Not unless y'know you want me to sleep with you!" my eyes widened I instantly blushed and scooted farther down the sofa.

Around later on when it's actually dark Harry grabs blankets and a few pillows setting up the sofa, we say goodnight after dinner then I head up to his bedroom. Of course sleep never came being in a new room wasn't comfortable, I had been in my childhood house since birth, the Sterling piano was there, all of my beloved belongings and my childhood memories, Beans was buried in the back yard as well I bit my thumb thinking about the old dog, he was a pure mutt but had the figure and fur shade of a collie, it was around Christmas time when after mama took me to see Santa Claus I was bundled up in plush clothing a purple winter coat, fuzzy pants and purple matching rubbers, mama held my hand as we walked she stopped a bakery to get cookie dough and breads when I heard the sound of yipping I searched for whatever made the noise and found a blue eyed puppy with soft fur that oddly smelt like baked bean, the puppy was skinny and scared but he crawled into my arms I picked up the scrawny pup and showed mama she fell in love with Beans and we took him home, daddy fell in love too.

Both Beans and me were best buds from sleeping together, to traveling and to he protected me when daddy and mama fought over money and even me, Beans grew old he learned tricks though and he became aggressive never to me though.

One summer afternoon Beans and me were crossing the street when a black car came from nowhere, I jumped but couldn't save Beans, he was killed instantly, I cried for days and spent time beneath the tree where he was buried.

Ever since then I couldn't cope with getting another dog, mama insisted on it but I didn't want one. For one of my birthdays mama and daddy gave me a dog tag that has BEANS engraved in bold lettering I cried and my parents held me, the dog tag was in a brown jewelry box inside my bedroom, I sat up instantly in Harry's bed and cursed under my breath, I hopped down looked for some pants I found sweat pants that were to big for me I tied them up tight then slipped on my shoes after dressing I tip-toed downstairs Harry was passed out snoring on the couch, I sighed and slipped through the door heading out after a few blocks it hit me Harry lived downtown..the bad part.

Will Wyoming get the dog tag back? Will Harry be angry?

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