City Lights and Harry Styles (One Direction and Harry Styles)

Allison Kennedy: Seventeen years old. Stands at five-four, weighs one hundred and fifteen pounds. Big, pale blue eyes, full face and lips, and long blond hair. Natural brunette. Lives in Chicago, originally from San Fransisco. Yeah, that's me. There really isn't much to me other than my San Franciscan roots, born and raised, until my parents decided that I need to be shipped off to a private school for my senior year. Talk about depressing. 

My life was ripped away from me the moment my mom signed the papers and put me on a plane to Chicago. I was taken from my friends, stolen from my family, and ripped from my simple life in sunny California all because of a stupid private school. Really, school? 

My outlook on the entire situation changed the day I got lost in Chicago after a fight with my newest friend. She turned around and stormed away like a child, but I stood there, just watching her fade into the distance as rain began to fall from the clouded sky above me...

"Shit, shit, shit, shit!" I screamed as I paced back and forth, trying to figure out the way back to the school. I was sure to get in trouble when Ms. McCarthy did bed checks at ten. If I wasn't back by then it would be my third referral in a month. That was bound to get me in even worse trouble with my parents. 

I searched around for any street signs that would lead me towards the school, but the rain was making everything hard to see. I put my hood up and started to walk towards one of the few buildings that didn't smell like smoke or alcohol.

Chicago sucked, plain and simple. It was nothing compared to San Francisco. I knew that city like the back of my hand, and I could find my way home through even the worst of storms. This was different. I had only been in Chicago for a month, and all of the stories that I heard from my friends back home made me actually afraid of the city. I was a bad ass. I wasn't supposed to be afraid. 

I tried the door to the shop, but unfortunately it was locked. "Dammit!" I shouted into the darkness as I sat down under the awning to protect myself from rain. I pulled my phone out of my back pocket to check the time and see if I could text anyone. "Quarter to ten. Awesome." I tried to text someone, but the action turned my phone off. I laughed out of pure anger. "Wonderful! It's still broken."

I picked myself up off of the ground and continued to walk down the streets and past the multiple bars filled with dancing people. Screw them for actually having a good time instead of getting drenched out in the freezing rain. October in San Francisco would be sunny and eighty degree weather, but in Chicago it had to be sixty degrees and freaking rain!

I kept walking at a steady pace when a large van stopped next to me. I honestly started to panic when someone dressed in a big black raincoat got out of the van and ran up to me. I froze, unable to move, and just hoped that whoever it was just going to leave me alone.

I had been horribly wrong. The person approached me from behind, and tapped me on the shoulder. When I didn't turn around to face the person, they chuckled. "Well, I was gonna offer you a ride, but..." the person said. He had a very pronounced British accent, and frankly, it was hot. 

I turned around to face him, hoping to see his face. I was let down when I saw that he had pulled his hood together, so I could only see a pair of beautiful green eyes. "My mother told me to never get into a car with strangers," I said. My voice was laced with sarcasm. It was late, I was tired, I was cold, and I didn't want another referral. 

"Hi, I'm Harry," he said. He held his hand out for me to take, but I just stared at it skeptically. He laughed once more before he pulled his hood off of his head. When I saw him at first I couldn't believe it. He was... Sexy! His hair was so curly, and I had to resist running my fingers through it at that very moment. I rubbed my eyes. Maybe it's just an illusion? Nope. He's still there, and he's still hotter than any guy I've ever met.