Homeless || JERRIE

Chapter 4

Hard working people are good people. That's what they say right? Not in this case. Well I thought not in this case. Waking up in Perrie Edwards penthouse, made me realise that she maybe, just maybe, had something good in her. Let me tell you the story of what happened yesterday evening...

Sunny day, must be my lucky day. It's not much, cause it's still freezing cold but a bit of sun is better than a lot of clouds. Waking up to the sun shining in your face makes the day ten times better. The other thing that also made me happy is that I had money. People gave me a lot the past few days which suprised me. Must have a run of luck. Today, beacuse I was so happy, I decided to do something else and not just sit around, begging for money. I had enough money to buy me a good meal.

Standing up and stretching myself, I heard the door behind me opening. Out stepped Miss Perrie Edwards, 9ne of the worlds biggest CEO. Yes, I've read a few things about her the past days. She seems really uptight, drowning in her own money, using women. Not cool. Even tho she is an asshole, I thought I could be nice.

"Morning." I said, as she walked past me. She turned her head and looked at me briefly, before getting in her car without saying anything. Since the night she called an ambulance for my friend, who by the way was out of the hospital and in a shelter for homeless people, she hasn't spoken one word with me. Not once.

"Grumpy as ever." I mumbled to myself. Packing all of my stuff in my backpack I walked thru the streets of London. I didn't grew up in central London, my foster home was a bit outside of London. I came here when I couldn't live there anymore and knew that I'm gonna be homeless. I thought in a big city like this I have a bigger chance to earn money, cause seriously here are so many jobs. Well I thought wrong. I learned that education is pretty important and without that you don't have much of a chance here. Still, I was in a huge city with a lot of people, partly rich people, who I thought could give me some money. I changed my locations a lot. I was infront of so many building's already and begged on crowded streets and sometimes my locations were good and mostly tourists gave me money. Sometimes my locations were bad and I had to starve for two days or something. The location I'm currently in is good I suppose. The blonde gave me 100 pounds once so, that was something that has never happened before.

"Beautiful." I breathed out as I was standing on the London Tower Bridge. London is a magical place, I don't get much time to appreciate it as much as I want to but sometimes I just have to take some time. It was noon now, the walk from the building I sleep infront of to the tower bridge is long, so I think I will get something to eat now. Before I did that I walked into a public bathroom and freshend up a bit. Hygiene is pretty much not present as a homeless person but I still try to stay a bit clean atleast. Freshend up, I made my way into a fast food restaurant. I don't even care which one, I just needed something to eat. Ordering a good amount of food I sat down and savoured it. I don't get food like this all day so I have to enjoy it.

I think I sat there quite a time, even after I finished my delicious food. It was just so cold outside and I had a long way back to the building. Deciding to not drag it out any longer, I exited the restaurant and began to walk back again. It was quite late, ten pm or something and I still had to walk for an hour. It was a peaceful walk, until I heard voices behind me. Sounded like three male voices. I knew the streets in London can be dangerous, but mostly the streets are really crowded so that no one tries something. I swear to god a minute ago the street was full of people and now, it was so empty. Shit.

"Hey hot stuff, turn around." They yelled after me, also whistling. Ignoring them, I tried to walk faster. I don't have money, that's for sure, so I basically don't have anything to give them. I heard how they were catching up with me but before I could start to run, they dragged me into a nearby alley.

"Why didn't you stop when we said so?" One of the guys asked, pushing me against the wall while talking. His breath smelled like alcohol and cigarettes. He was taller than me and had a lot of muscles, the two men behind him looked kinda like him so I think they're brothers maybe?

"What do you want?" I asked harshly. If he wants money, I can tell him I don't have any and he can leave me alone.

"We were out partying and now we are out of money. I'm sure you can give us some." He asked smirking. What a cunt.

"I'm homeless, I don't have money." He narrowed his eyes.

"I don't believe you." He said, trying to snatch my backpack away, but before he could even touch it, I quickly pushed him away. Shoud I try to run or hit back? Oh to late. Before I could even blink I felt him hitting my face. He didn't stop there. He hit again and again and again, even the other two joined him. I thought that was it, they're going to kill me. The last thing I heard was a car honking and the three men stopping to hit me. After that, everything turned black.

That was my side of the story. I just know that the blonde woman saved me, but I don't know why?

A/N

A bit of action👀 Next chapter is Perries pov ;) Hope you liked this chapter guys, vote and comment plese, thanks haha😅 To all the people who have school already, I'm so sorry omg I still got a week lmao anyways wish you all a good day/night💜