Hey! I just read some cool fanfics and tried to write one. I am not much of a writer and don;t know if it's very good or not but you can feel free to tell me to continue or not. The dedication is to singtomesoftly because she welcomed me to wattpad and made the wonderful cover. She is an amazing writer if you haven't read one of her stories go do it! hehe
" Look Mom, I am about to get in the car, I will call you tomorrow. I Promise, love you!" my eyes rolled to the back of my head as I hung up. I was finally out living on my own and leave it to her to have to call me every night to make sure I am okay. I appreciate my mother and how much she cares about especially after my father left when I was younger. I was just over tired from a long day of job hunting. I had finally moved to London, as I always dreamed of ever since I was a little girl growing up in Doncaster. I slipped my phone into my purse and threw it onto the passengers seat. I had a bit of a drive home but it was a sacrifice of living in London.
It began to rain like it always does here In England, it's not much wonder why people always complain. I feel the rain relaxing though, as I listened to it hitting against my wind shield. It wasn't a horrible storm but it was surely coming down heavy. I slowed down not wanting to risk anything. That’s when I noticed the boy standing on the edge of the bridge, I blinked twice to make sure it wasn't a figure of my imagination.
" Are you okay?" I yelled he turned around and stumbled a little. It was a stupid idea to yell at someone standing on a ledge.
" It's all right I got it all under control" his words slurred.
" It doesn't look like you do sir, would you like me to call someone"
" No don't call anyone." he paused. " Just...Just don't cause a scene." he speaked slowly. He had a British accent but it was different from mine, I wondered where he was from. I walked closer to him, the street light glowed showing off his green orbs and curly hair. I realised this wasn't some man but a boy that looked to be eighteen or so, just around my age. He looked familiar and sounded familiar but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. Maybe I saw him while I was out wondering London or something. Wait Focus! I couldn't let him jump off the edge or simply leave him on the street of London by himself.
" Whatever is wrong, just back down from the edge" I said a little to hastily.
" I can't, I messed up" he hiccupped almost loosing his balance. I didn’t want to reach for him cause it might cause him to leap.
" Why don't you get off the ledge and explain it to me, so I can understand" I added extra sweetness to my eyes.
" That's the thing no one understand me" he chuckled though his tears.
" I'll listen to you, and I can help you fix this" I insisted. I needed a way for the boy to trust me. I looked deep into his eyes hoping that somehow it would change his mind.
" You’ll really help me?" he gulped. I nodded my hand and reached out to offer him help off the ledge. His eyes suspiciously looked me up and down, his shaky hand met mine as the rain hit his face taking the tears away. I needed to get him out of this horrible weather, I guided him around into the passenger seat, tossing my purse into the back.
I had been driving for quite a while now deciding if I should take him back to my place or not. I didn't think he was sober enough yet to let me know where he lives besides he hadn't talked to me the whole ride. My eyes blinked heavily and I decided that we could both use a cup of coffee in us.
I sipped at my drink slowly, as I watched the boy stir his second coffee around and picking at his muffin I got him. I needed him to be able to explain what's going on or come back into a good sense of mind. He had no interest in me what so ever he just continued to stare at his food while eating it slowly.
" You're going to need to talk me sooner or later" I stated, I knew he was sensitive but now that he wasn't in a life threatening situation I could be foward with him. Still nothing. “Look I know you feel lost and confused but I can't help you if you don't talk.” I think he had enough time and coffee to sober by now. He was still interested in that darn muffin.
" Look" I growled a little and he finally looked up.
" I'm sorry" he stated his voice was completely stable. " I'm just embarrassed, I shouldn't of drank that much" he ruffled his hair as if it mattered where the messy curls went. " I was just upset and went to the bar alone. I didn't mean to be on the bridge I just found myself there debating it. I’d never do it in a sober state of mind."
" Well next time you should be more careful cause maybe there won't be a girl like me there to save you" I smiled trying to make him not ashamed although he seemed like he had more confidence now.
" Sure thing love, but I better get going before my friends began to think I actually died" he chuckled and got up from the table. Just as that happened people came running into the coffee shop, flashing their cameras.
" Harry! Harry! Who are you with?" One shouted.
" Is she the reason why you were hiding who your dating?" Harry quickly grabbed my arm and pulled me along.
" Don't say anything" he demanded.
" Mr. Styles are you dating her?" They all seemed to spit out the questions and that's when it hit me, the familiar face, the familiar accent. This just wasn't some poor boy on a bridge , I couldn’t believe my over tired self didn’t even notice, this was ‘The Harry Styles’ from One Direction.
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One The Edge ( One Direction Fanfiction)
FanfictionWhen you live life on the edge it's only a matter of time before you slip and fall....