Homeless.
He's so handsome. Rich. Talented. Perfect. I'm just a homeless girl that wonders the city. I have a rough background and his is probably perfect. I've seen him walking on the street. But he hasn't seen me. I won't allow it. I won't let him judge me.
\\Chapter 1//
I've seen this really cute guy, with his friends on the street. He's so handsome. Charming, even. I haven't talked to him, yet. But I don't plan on ever talking to him. He's perfect and I'm just a homeless girl. Everytime I see him I wanna talk to him that much more but I'm a wimp. Scared to talk to people, scared to speak my feelings, afraid to look people in the eyes.
Ok well enough of that. Let me take this time to tell you about me. I'm 17 years old and I have brown hair and brown eyes. I had a family, yes had they left me. But I refuse to talk about them. I refuse to accept other peoples money and I don't take people's pity. I don't need it. I've survived 2 years now so I think I'm gonna be fine.
Currently I'm walking to the park on this warm evening. I usually sleep on a bench in the park so I might as well head there now cause it's starting to get dark.
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There he is again. He's coming right toward me. He's going to see me. I must hide. There. It's Starbucks. He won't notice me in there. It's normal for teenage girls to be in Starbucks. It won't be suspicious at all. It's perfect. I walk in. It feels like everyone's watching me. Judging me. I don't like it. I'll just leave. I turn around to leave and run straight into someone. I'm about to fall when I feel two muscular arms wrap around the small of my waist. They caught me before I fell. But who? I look up to see a bright green pair of eyes staring down at me. Oh no. It's him. I look away almost imitatly. We are close to close. I balance myself then I grab his large hands in my small ones and unwrap them from my waist and take a couple steps back. I stare at the ground. I was never a fan of staring people in the eyes. A finger goes under my chin pulling it up. Forcing me to look him in the eyes.
"I'm sorry that I ran it to you babe. I didn't see you till it was to late," he says in a slow, husky, voice. "What's your name baby?" He adds. His voice still as husky as before.
"B-B-Bri-an-na," I stutter to get out just one word. When he talks so perfectly.
"That's a beautiful name for a beautiful girl." He says staring right in to by light brown eyes. He finally removes his finger from under my chin.
"T-thanks, w-what's yours?" I spit out quickly. I can't talk to him anymore. I'm just embarrassing myself.
"Harry... I've seen you on the streets before. But I never approached because you seemed really shy, but now I have a reason to talk to you," he chuckled. I just released that he has a British accent. That makes him like ten times hotter.
"I am," I quietly reply looking back down. My shoes just became really interesting.
"Do you wanna come back to my place and watch a movie with my mates and I?" He asked.
Is he asking me to go to his house? I just met him. I don't know if this is safe. But his nervousness is really convincing. I guess I could watch one movies. One movie never hurt anyone.
"S-sure," I quietly nod slowly looking up slightly to get a good look at him one more time.
"Cool, let me just get some Starbucks for my mates and us, " he tells me. I quietly nod. I personally hate myself for being so quiet and shy. It might mess up my only chance I have with him. He walks up to the counter and a blond girl with lots of make-up helps him. Slut. She's trying really hard to get his attention and he's just ignoring it. It's actually kinda funny to watch. I giggle quietly to myself. The girl gives him his order and he turns around not saying another word to her. He strides over to me and smiles when he notice that I was giggling. "What are you giggling about?" I might as well tell him.
"That girl was trying so hard to get your attention and you just ignored it. It was just funny to watch." I giggle slightly.
"I didn't even notice. I zone it out usually. To many girls try to get my attention. It just gets annoying," he chuckles. I frown at his words. He could have any girl. Why would he want me? Trick question. He wouldn't.
"What's wrong?" He asks me as we walk down the street. He's funny to think I would actually tell him. I would never. I just shake my head. Trying to dismiss it. But he doesn't believe me. "Seriously. Tell me." He stops walking next to me so I stop. He can't seriously be trying to force it out of me.
"It's nothing. Let's just go." I say quietly looking at the ground again. He needs to let it go. I'm good at keeping my mouth closed. Unless I have to look into those beautiful green eyes. Which I think he knows because he lifts my chin making me stare into his bright eyes. He's trying to break me. It's about to work too. "Fine, it's just that... You could have anyone of these girls to go watch a movie with and you chose me, why?"
Now it's his turn to frown. "Brianna, your a pretty, gorgeous girl and your not a slut trying to flirt with me. It's great to have just a girl to talk to without them trying to get into your pants," I flinch at his words. His husky voice echos in my head. I nod slightly and we continue walking to his house.
As we walk up the sidewalk to his house I notice that he has had six cups from Starbucks in his hand. He must have a lot of friends over. He opens the door with his foot. I step into the enormous flat and stare in awe. After a few seconds I finally snap out of it. I find Harry in the kitchen setting down the drinks. I stare at the way his muscles move under his black t-shirt. He must work out cause he's pretty buff. He must of caught me starring cause when I look at his pink lips he's smirking at me. I quickly look back down. He strides over and grabs one of my hands and walks us through the door way. We turn a corner. I see four other guys playing a game. They still haven't notice us until Harry cleared his throat. One boy with black hair pauses the game. All of them stare at me. They are judging me just like everyone else. I hide behind Harry. "Guys this is Brianna. We ran into each other at Starbucks," Harry announces slightly pulling me out from behind him.
One of the guys gets up and walks toward me. He has brown hair in a buzzed off hair style. I fist Harry's shirt in my hand as he walks toward me. I'm scared what is he doing. "It's nice to meet you Brianna, I'm Liam and those boys are Niall, Louis, and Zayn," he brightly smiles down at me and points out which boy is which. Whilst sticking his hand out to shake. I slowly stick my hand out to shake it. He smiles even brighter if possible and walks off toward the kitchen.
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Homeless.
FanfictionHe's so handsome. Rich. Talented. Perfect. I'm just a homeless girl that wonders the city. I have a rough background and his is probably perfect. I've seen him walking on the street. But he hasn't seen me. I won't allow it. I won't let him judge me.