Finding You (Harry Styles)

•Chapter 3•

Harry's POV:


"Harry, why do you look so sad?" Paul asked as we were driving back to the hotel.

"I don't know, honestly. I know I barely know the girl, but I feel like i need to help her in some way" I explained looking out the window.

"Harry, there's nothing you can do. We're leaving Miami the day after tomorrow. When we get back I want you to go get some rest for a while then head to sound check. It's been a long night" Paul said.

"Okay" I agreed.


Once we got back to the bus, I took my pants and shirt off and climbed into my bed. But I couldn't help but think what Kaylie said to me.. "Harry please don't let me go with them! You don't know what they do to me! I can't go home. I ran away for a reason.." What was the reason why she run away? Why doesn't she want to go home? What do they do to her?

I know I just met her and I barely know her, but I need to see her again to make sure, she's okay.


Kaylie's POV:

We got in the car and I was super sore and still light headed. I just looked out the window thinking of what I'm going to do now.

"What the hell were you thinking?! Running away thinking we weren't going to notice?! You little bitch. You are in so much trouble!" Dean yelled breaking my thoughts.

Why do I have to go through this? Why do I have to get beaten everyday? Why am I the one who gets bullied everyday of my life? Why am I....still here?

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When we got home, I ran to my room and locked myself in, and locked the rest of the world out.
I curled up in a ball under my blanket and just lay there. I cried for what seemed like hours, but I then soon fell asleep.


"Kaylie! Stop crying and get your ass out here right this second!!" I heard Dean yell.

I wiped my eyes and pretended that I didn't hear him.

"KAYLIE REID! DONT MAKE ME
COME IN THERE!!!" he yelled again.

I still continued to ignore him. I'm not in the mood to be his servant.

"That's it!!" He yelled. I waiting about 10 seconds that's when you kicked my door forcing it to open but to my surprise he wasn't alone.. "If you don't listen to me, you're little friend over here will pay!!" he yelled holding Harry by the collar of his shirt.

I shot up and my eyes widened.

"Let him go!!" I yelled.
"Then get over here!!" He yelled back
"Kaylie don't. I'm okay" Harry said.
"Shut up you little prick!!" Dean said tightening his grip.
"Dean stop! Just let him go!!" I said running over to the both of them.
"No! He needs to be taught a lesson!" He screamed punching Harry in the stomach.

I gasped and covered my mouth. "Dean stop! Let him go!" I said grabbing his arm as tears formed in my eyes.

He back handed me making me fall to the ground.

"Kaylie!" Harry said loudly.
"Shut up!" Dean said to Harry punching him again.
"Dean...please..I beg of you..stop don't hurt him...y-you...can hurt me. Just don't touch him" I said with tears streaming down my face.
"No!" Harry protested.
"Yes H-Harry....Dean...j-just don't hurt him.." I said.

Dean then dropped Harry making him fall to the ground. He quickly moved to me and wrapped his arms around my body.

"You're not touching her!" Harry said to Dean.
"Fine. Then you'll just pay the price" he screamed grabbing Harry again and pulling him out of the room.
"No!! Harry!!" I yelled getting up and hitting Dean's back.
"You bitch!" He yelled pushing me back, making me hit my head on the wooden dresser. "Ouch" I winced putting my hand on the back of my head.

"Harry....H-Harry" I said getting weaker and weaker.

I tried to get back up, but I just fell back down again. "H-Ha--" but before I could finish, I heard a gun shot then I blacked out...



I woke up and shot up with a gasp. I was breathing heavily and sweating. My face was wet and puffy. I went into panic mode looking for my phone. When I found it, I grabbed the piece of paper Harry gave me and added him as a contact and texting him.

Me: are you okay?!?!

I put my phone face down on my bed as I paced back and forth in my room. I heard my phone vibrate and I jumped on my bed picking it up.

Harry: Erm..who's this and how did you get this number?
Me: it's...Kaylie...you gave it to me in the hospital today..
Harry: Oh! Ello, love! Yes, I'm okay, are you okay?

I hesitated before texting back...

Me: n-no..
Harry: What's wrong? Why aren't you okay??
Me: I..i...don't know. I just don't want to live here. I don't know what I'm going to do..

I pressed send letting a tear slip down my face.



Harry's POV:

The lads and I are on break from sound check. I was sitting with Niall while Louis and Zayn were riding a golf cart and Liam was on a Segway.

My phone went off and I checked who texted me. It was a random number asking me if I was okay, so I texted back.

Me: Erm..who's this and how did you get this number?

I waited for the person to text back.

Kaylie: it's...Kaylie...you gave it to me in the hospital today..
Me: Oh! Ello, love! Yes, I'm okay, are you okay?
Kaylie: n-no..
Me: What's wrong? Why aren't you okay??
Kaylie: I..i...don't know. I just don't want to live here. I don't know what I'm going to do..

Reading Kaylie's last text made me think...

"Nialler, I'll be back!" I said getting out of my chair and looking for Paul.

"PAUL!" I yelled.

"Harry!" He yelled back.

"I need to talk to you..." I said


Niall's POV:

"Nialler, I'll be back!" Harry said getting out of his chair.
I nodded and continued to eat my sandwich.

I looked over at Liam, Zayn and Louis who were acting like weirdos, before I heard Harry yell "PAUL!"

I looked over at Harry and Paul talking. I couldn't hear them, but I saw that they were having a deep conversation about something. Harry seemed upset when Paul said something to him, but then Harry shook it off and he looked determined about something. But then Harry jumped into Paul's arms with a huge smile on his face, making me laugh. Seems like Harry got his way about something, but what?
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What do you think Paul and Harry are talking about??

I'm sorry if you find this story boring so far, but I promise it'll pick up and get more intense!!

See ya next chapter!
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