When i woke up, i was in someone's arms. It was sprinkling outside now. I slowly opened my eyes and looked up. i looked up to find a boy. He had curly hair and green eyes. "H-hi..." i managed to mutter out. "Thank god you're awake!" he said. He wrapped my arm around his shoulders and helped me up. "T-thanks." i stuttered out. "It's my pleasure. Okay, how did you get on the ground, and why were you unconcious?" he questioned.
"I was having some trouble..." i said, looking at him. I studied him as he walked next to me. He had brown bouncy curls and sparkling green eyes. He looked at me, so i quickly looked away. "What's your name?" he asked me, turning towards me. "Emily. Your name?" i asked him.
"Harry, Harry Styles. It's a pleasure to meet you." he said. It was a pleasure, he saved me. I could have died. "Yeah, you too." i said. He smiled and looked at me. He started walking with me towards a street. "WHere do you live? i'd like to take you home, y'know. just in case you pass out again." he said. I led him to my back door. "thanks, again." i said as we walked up the stone path up to my back door.
"No problem.. Do you have a phone?" he asked blushing. "yes.. why?" i asked. "I'd like to get your number so y'know... i can call you. I like you, you're pretty nice." he said blushing even more. "okay." i said handing him my phone. He put his number into my phone and i put my number into hs phone.
"bye, Emily." he said kissing my cheek. i blushed. "Goodnight Harry." i said opening the door. i walked in and closed the door quietly. I turned around to see my stepfather standing there, it seemed like steam fumed from his ears; he was so angry. He's always angry.
He walked towards me and got close to my face. "Where have you been, bitch?" he spat. "Out... i went for a walk." i whispered. "Walk? You didn't tell me you were going for a walk." he yelled. i flinched at the volume and tone in his voice. "I never told you because you were sleeping." i whispered. He brought his hand up and slapped me across the face. He pushed me against the wall and brought his knee up to my stomach. I slid down the wall, holding my face.
"Get upstairs. I dont want to see you." he yelled pointing to the staircase. I nodded with tears streaming down my face. My head was throbbing. I walked upstairs to my room and fell onto my bed. I sobbed into my pillow and brought my knees to my chest. At least i ha made a friend that might actually care about me. Harry. Harry Styles. the name sounded perfect; he seemed perfect.
