Love, what a weird word. How can such a simple word contain so much different meaning? family, friends, partners and yeah, pain, betrayal and heartbreak.
CHAPTER 1
FELICIA'S P.O.V.
- Felicia! You are going to be late for work, AGAIN!
- Yes mother, I will be right down.
At this point my life was like a circle, I did the same thing everyday. I went to work, busted my ass off, than I came home to my mother and father and spent the rest of the day studying. I had no idea that from now on, everything would be different.
KAREN'S P.O.V
She is always late, it doesn't matter if I wake her 2 hours ahead and she would still be lazy.
- Felicia! You are going to be late for work, AGAIN! I yelled into the thin air.
- Yes mother, I will be right down.
Pfft, no you wont.
Then I saw that little curvy body running down the stairs in her ordinary work clothes, the green apron tied over her beige khaki pants and the matching t-shirt. Her long, dark hair tied in a ponytail and her natural face with her shining smile that could make the antarctica melt. She was completly stunning. My little baby, she is turning 20 next week and me and Mike has bought her the best present ever. Her own apartment only 2 blocks away from her work so she hopefully wont come late to often, I thought with my fingers crossed.
FELICIA'S P.O.V.
- Morning my lovely but still cranky mother, I said and greeted her with my cutest and adorable smile.
- Good morning my lovely but still late daughter, She spitted but she could not hide her smile that was threatening to show.
I giggled to my self and took my daily apple and kiwi smoothie and went to work. The path between my house and my shitty job wasn't long, but in the winter I hated it but in the summer it was actually nice. It gave me time to think about life and everything betweend heaven and earth. The beautiful enviorment here in London was shocking and I love this place. While I was caught up in my thoughts I did not notice I just crossed a street and when I heard the horn of a truck, I came back to reality and in front of me a big, red truck were facing me and I had no time to react until someone came and pushed me away. I feel onto the ground and the person who just rescued me on top of me. I had slammed my head against the asphalt and it was pounding and my right elbow was bleeding but I was okay.
- What were you thinking? You could have been killed! My hero said, and from the voice I could hear it was a boy. No, it was a man and when I opened my eyes I met the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen, with the emerald colour and shifting with a hint of blue, and the cutest, curly hair. His plump lips and the delicious colour.
- My name is Harry, Harry Styles.
