Yours truly, Harry

Chapter 2

Warning: this chapter is pretty brutal, so of you don't like that violent stuff, I would advise leaving now

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I wake up to the sound of someone clearing their throat. It takes me a few seconds to open my eyes, as they seem to be stuck together from tiredness. When I finally manage to pry then open, I sit up so quickly I start to get lightheaded.

The boy I saw earlier was standing In front of me, looking down at me awkwardly.

"Er... Sorry but we're closing up, so you're going to need to leave"

He had a strong English accent and his voice was slightly raspy. I felt my cheeks get red and I nod.

"Oh, right, sorry"

I stand up embarrassed. I make a small noise in pain when I use my wrist to get up. The pain had started to sink in now as the adrenaline had left me. I stumble slightly from the pain and I feel hands on my sides, steadying me.

"Are you okay?" The employee takes hid hands off my sides quickly, a little too quickly in my opinion, and drops them by his sides. I nod quickly and look down at my wrist.

"Yeah, it's just my wrist" I hold it up so I can see it and gasp at the site. My wrist is pink and swollen, so swollen I feel as if it must be twice it's normal size.

The guys eyes widen when he sees my wrist and he takes hold of it gently. I wince slightly at his touch and i feel him hold it even more gently.

"How the hell did you do that?" My cheeks flush slightly and I reply quickly.

"I, ugh got pushed down" got pushed down my ass

His eyes rise slightly then fall again.

"You should really get it checked out, ya know"

I nodded

"I know"

He stares at me for a moment before clearing his throat and giving me a slight nod.

Despite the fact that I just met the man, there was so something about him that draws me towards him. I'm not sure what it is, but the fact that I don't intrigues me to find out what it is. I guess that's thanks to my curious nature.

I move my golden blonde hair to the side, onto my shoulder with my uninjured hand.

"Well, bye then." I walk past him, pulling my hoodie around my body, getting ready for the cold air of the New York street. As I opened the door I heard a shuffling noise from behind me. I turn around to see the the curly-haired guy closer to me then before. He opens his mouth then closes it again. I raise my eyebrows at him.

"Yes?" I ask him. He finally speaks again.

"What's your name?" His voice sounds confident and something tells me he fights for what he wants.

"Jane. And you are?" He is silent for a moment, as if he is contemplating coming up with a new name or yelling me his real name.

"It's Harry, Harry Styles." A slight shiver runs down my spine at the sound of his name falling from his lips. I'm unsure whether it's a good or bag thing, but just like everything else about the boy, Harry, it draws me towards him.

"Well it's nice to meet you, Harry" I choke out with the biggest grin I can put on.

"See you around Jane," He replies, the few words making me tingle.

I nod and turn around, opening the door and walking outside. The cold air hits me instantly and I let out a shivery sigh. As I begin to walk, a question sneaks into my mind. What now? I don't exactly have a place and there's no way I show up at my parents doorstep asking for a place to stay. I haven't talked to them in over a year anyway.