Harry Styles Imagines

♡Homeless♡

I sat there in the cold, head down, embarrassed that someone would recognise me.

A year ago my step mother kicked me out of my house because I caught her cheating on my dad. She was an awful woman and I was quite happy to get away from her.

My dad never came searching for me. I knew it was probably because she had told him some ridiculous lie of my whereabouts.

Everyday, I would walk to the music store in my tattered converse, and sit under a window, which was opened everyday by a girl with ombre hair who was very pretty in my opinion. She would sit on the stool looking out at the streets everyday while playing alternative music by different bands. This is where I would sit to pass the day away.

Today, a band I had come to recognise as We Are The In Crowd was playing. I knew this because of the posters on the window. I had also observed that she was the lead singer of that band until then I had no clue musicians listened to their own music.

I remained in my position by the window with my head down,feeling hungry, exhausted and dirty. I couldn't remember the last time I had a shower, meaning I really needed one now.

From where I was sitting I spotted a sign pointing towards a dirty looking building.

'Public Showers.' It read.

Standing up, I walked over to them and pushed open the dark red door which was covered in mould and fungi. I shuddered as it closed with a thud behind me. There were a few other people in here, although none seemed to acknowledge my presence. I found an empty booth, before realising I needed soap. I poked my head out of the booth and glanced out at the other people in here. My eyes landed on a girl who was preoccupied with her phone and looked like she had just gone for a jog.

I snuck up behind her, not making any noise and grabbed the bar of soap on the counter next to her. I quickly slipped it into my pocket then ran back into the shower cubical and finally had my first shower in a week or two.

***

After I had freshened up, I stepped out of the public shower house, silently cursing myself for stealing that girls soap, having to hear her rant on about how she had it a second ago and threatening to call the police, and then having her complain that her small pocket sized perfume was gone.

I took that too. I couldn't help it I had nothing left and she was sitting there complaining about how she didn't have it anymore. You don't truly understand how much you depend on a house and a job until you've lost it.

A few months ago, I was walking down these exact same streets with my friends. We would go shopping on the strip here, maybe eat some subway. We always had fun but now who knows what they think has happened to me. They probably think I committed suicide, or maybe I went to jail for life, I could have even got pregnant and moved to jersey with my (nonexistent) boyfriend.

For all I know, they might even think I was eaten by a bear. The list goes on, none of them are true, if they were I wouldn't be running down these streets.

I'm only 16, I should be in school right now. But I'm not. I'm fending for my life, on edge 24/7. I shower once a week and eat if I'm lucky. It's hard. It's difficult. If my mother, my real mother hadn't walked away when things got tough, I wouldn't be in this position right now. If only my father had made an effort.

He didn't show affection or kindness. You always think if they had just put in a little more effort, then maybe things could be different. But they weren't. I was doomed to live like this forever.

When I finally arrived at the alley, I sat behind the dumpster and pulled out the bottle of perfume. I glanced down at the name of it and noted that it was titled 'That Moment'. It had a crown like nob that I had to pull off to spray my self with it. I squirted a little bit on my wrist and fell in love with the sweet scent straight away.

I put it back in my pocket, deciding I would keep it. I put my head down into my knees and let the darkness take over.

***

"Hey? Are you okay?"

"Do you need help?"

"Hello?"

"Are you dead?"

I didn't move, I didn't dare to twitch, for all I knew this person could be a pedo or something.

"Oh no! I think something's wrong with her!" I heard the guy crouch down beside me before reaching for my throat. I moved away as fast as I could thinking he was going to strangle me. My sudden movement must of startled him seeing as thought he thought I was dead.

"Ahhhhhh!"  He squealed, as if he were a little girl, yet it still sounded ruff and husky. If that made any sense. I sat there giggling for a few seconds before realising the state of my clothing and how horrible I must look right now.

I turned away from him, hoping he would just walk away. After a while of sitting there I thought he had. My heart sort of sunk and I had no clue why.

The boy suddenly coughed and I looked up at him quite startled. "Is there a reason why you're sleeping behind a dumpster, in stained clothing?" He asked cautiously.

Lie.

"Stupid party and I got really drunk." I grabbed my head a little to show him I still had a hangover before scooting closer to the dumpster.

"Whats your name?" he asked while coming closer. I could see his eyes at this point. They were a beautiful shade of green. And those curls. I swooned. Inwardly of course.

"Y/N." I said quietly, looking up at him intrigued. "Well I'm Harry," he said holding out his hand which I shook. I tried to pull away but instead he pulled me up. "I can take you home if you want?" Harry offered. I shook my head. "No, no, I can get home on my own, thanks anyway." I crossed my arms. For some odd reason, I felt very uncomfortable lying to him but I couldn't let him know that I didn't have a home.

"Oh okay, so we'll be around town for a couple of weeks so hope to run into you again?" He said it more of a question than a statement.

"Who's we?" I asked looking behind him to see if anyone else was with him.

My band and I, One Direction." He looked at me one last time before walking away.

That night I sat behind the dumpster as usual and pulled out the perfume again. I looked down at the writing on the bottle and realised it had the name of Harry's band on the front.

Little did I know, my life was about to change. For the better or for the worse, only time will tell.

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Victoria