A/N
I know the story sucks ass but...I'll write anyways. Can we get 100 reads for this chapter. Seriously, its a pretty unrealistic goal but..idek bro. So, yeah? ttyl directioners. ;p
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Harry's POV
What a boring night. Not even watching Family Guy gets me happy.
"Lads! I'm going down for a walk, yeah?" I shouted to them. They were upstairs playing who knows what.
"Yeah, whatever Harold. I just took off my socks. The lads are are rolling on the floor gagging while I'm eating my carrots. My guess, Niall has already fainted, so I don't suppose you wanna come upstairs, yeah?" yelled Louis.
"Nah, didn't plan to. Bye!" I answered. And with that, I took my jacket and left.
I was planning to go to the club that just opened across the street, but that's when I heard some screams coming from the alley up ahead. To be precise, it was a girl.
When I got to the alley, I caught sight of two men beating the shit out of the girl, as I wondered how she got here. The men were screaming swear words at her. She looked scared as hell. I did what a man would do in situations like these, I saved the day. God, aren't I being a fucking hero.
The two men turned their attention to me when they heard my footsteps. They were wearing ski masks and long sleeved shirts. They started running to the ladder on the wall headed to the streets when they knew I was running for the girl. She was curled up in a ball protectively, which made her look kinda cute if I might add.
When the muggers were out of sight, I got the girl up to her feet. She looked like she had brown hair that fell just below her shoulder blades. She also had sapphire baby blue eyes that twinkled in the moonlight. She wore a denim jacket that covered her crop top that said in bold lettering, DO I LOOK LIKE I CARE?
Without knowing how to react, I asked her if she was alright. Well, that was dumb, Harry. She just got beaten up. Oh lord.
"Yeah, a little shaken but, thanks. Those asses wanted my cash. " she replied, them muttering swear words under her breath.
"What's your name?"
"Reylynn," she replied. I was surprised at her answer as I knew I've heard it somewhere before. Very familiarly too. How odd.
"Reylynn Chloe Tyler?? I'm your best friend!! Harry Styles! Don't you remember the days where I called you shorty, shorty?" I managed to get out while laughing at myself. I am damn right funny though.
"OH MY GOD, HARRY?!" she squealed as she leapt into my arms. I was shocked, but of course, I returned the favor.
"It has been so long!" I muffled against her long hair. She nodded dismissively.
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Care For You (Harry Styles)
FanfictionWho doesn't know Harry Styles. Good - looking, charming and a sweetheart in every way. What will happen when he saves a girl named Reylynn from being mugged and she doesn't know who HE is? Read on to know about Reylynn's secret past, and how she w...
