Dreamer {Harry Styles}

Chapter 8

As you can probably tell, my updates are usually a couple of days apart, is that too long? It's just I have other stories that I have a duty to update to make readers happy. I'm hoping that this will be Drama filled, if you would like to contribute any ideas to this story then PM me, I don't bite, just nibble. I'm joking haha. Well here's my update. The cutest song ever is at the side. "A Drop in the Ocean" by Ron Pope, listen to it as you're reading this chapter. :]

"Harry!" I squeal panic-stricken as the breeze blows my hair all over the place. "Please!" I plead as I search the streets for any sign of Harry. I'm without luck.

A homeless man was sitting in an alley way, I dashed toward him as I panted for breath. I must have ran a mile around London. "Hello?" I ask scared of my own voice, so scarred and vulnerable. The man looks up at me, no fear found evident in his face. He had scars marked the whole way across the left side of his face, I gasped alarmed at how damaged ones face could be. I just stare at the pitiable man, and I thought I had a hard life. "Have you seen a boy about five foot ten with curly hair around here?" I ask quietly as the man looks away.

"No ma'am, I have not." The man says slowly as he glares at a piece of newspaper flying around the alley, blowing with the wind. I run a hand through my hair, pulling it a bit stressfully in the process.

"Thank you for your time," I whisper as I begin to turn away, I can't give up on Harry, I can't. He's all I have.

"I can help you look." The mans gesture startles me as I turn around and look at him surprised. He just looks at his shoes, which have holes in them.

"Why would you want to do that?" I ask incredulously, my eyes wide as I fold my arms over my chest.

"Dear, you're not the first one to have lost someone. I was all alone, and I never found her. If I help you find this lad then at least one of us found our love," The man speaks, his voice full of wisdom.

"Thank you," I whisper astonished, I look at the mans appearance as he slowly stands up, a receeding hairline, with big brown eyes that have witnessed so much, they remind me of my own except his are much wiser and mine are blue-grey whilst his are a wonderful brown.

"It's nothing, it's about time I do something with my time, all I do is stare into space all day, dreaming." The man says sadly as he begins to limp along side of me. He's a dreamer too? Wow.

"May I ask your name?" I question curiously as we turn a corner onto a quiet street, searching for a curly mop of hair.

He looks at me before answering, "Harry Edwards." He has the same name as my Harry. I smile at the strange man.

"Wonderful name," I say, remembering all the time I've spent with Harry over the past few days.

"And yours?"

"Serenity. Serenity Williams." I say with a small smile, as I watch the sky turn to a light blue, it must be almost morning. "I've been searching all night, I'm beginning to lose hope. ." I say sadly.

"Never lose hope my dear. I did and look at what happened to me."

I look at my hands, as I recall a day where I first came across a homeless boy, they're always so much wiser than others.

"Serenity, it's time to go." Max, my older brother by two years says to my nine-year-old self. We were at a holiday to the seaside and we just came out of a fair, we were taking a shortcut back to the hotel, through a few alleys. I trusted Max with this, he'd protect me.

"Hold on, mister impatient. You know that I'm the slowest person in my year," I say as I struggle to keep up with his fast pace. I look at Max, he was such a good looking boy, all of the girls were jealous that he spoke to me at school and never looked at them, because he's my brother, all of the girls have a crush on him. He never let his good looks into his head. He's still my down to earth older brother.

I could hear him laugh a few feet in front of me. "I think everyone knows that Serenity." I can just picture a perfectly shaped smirk appear onto his eleven-year-old mouth.

"Oi, no need for that," I shout as I see something move beside me, I stop walking to get a better look at whatever it was, it was nearing night so I couldn't quite see, so I stepped closer to the figure. "Hello?" I ask shyly.

"Hello lovely," I hear a soft voice say, a streetlight turned on which gave me a good view of his face. He was sitting on the dirty ground, with a huge plastic bin bag stuffed with stuff beside him and he was sitting on a huge filthy blanket. He had young features, he couldn't have been any older than fifteen. Why was he in the alley at this time?

"What are you doing out here, boy?" I ask care freely as I look at him confused.

"I'm what you call homeless, I have no home." The boy says quietly, like he's explaining it to child.

"Serenity! What are you doing? Come on." I hear Max's voice approach us, I smile at the boy.

"Max this is-"

"Jim." The homeless boy says as he smiles at me.

"This is Jim and this is my big brother Max," I say as Max begins to pull me away from him.

"Serenity, haven't you listened to mum? We are not allowed to talk to strangers!" Max says exasperately.

"Oh shut up!" I shout as I walk back over to Jim, I hand him some sweets that I bought at the fair and he takes them and grins. "Looks like you could use some," I say knowingly.

"Thank you." He says genuinely grateful. I thought I'd better go before Max gets mad.

"I have to go Jim, it was great meeting you. Goodbye!" I say with a large smile as I begin to walk away.

"Bye beautiful," I hear Jim say before I start running off towards Max.

 I smile at that memory, I look over at Harry the homeless man and grin and he looks at me with appreciation, "It's amazing how one person can be so kindhearted." Harry says. I shrug, we must have been walking for a while now, we were walking on a desolated street.

"Thank you for-" I was cut off when the rain came battering down, I screamed before sprinting toward a factory that was to the left of us, it looked old and abandoned. "Come on Harry!" I yell to the old man as I look over my shoulder and see him panting, I let out a small chuckle as we reached the old door that needed painted. "We can stay in here until the rain dies down a bit," I whisper as I grab a torch that just so happened to be lying beside the door, I blew the dust off of it and turned it on. I pushed open the door with Harry following, I heard murmured noises as I walked in, it was like someone was crying for help but their cries were smothered by something covering their mouth, rather odd.

I step toward the noise and shine the light ahead of us so we can see where we're going. The noises wouldn't stop so I followed them, after walking about for a few minutes we came toward a door, Harry broke down the locked door. When we opened the door we seen, sat on a chair, with his arms taped behind his back and his legs tied to the chair by ropes, was my Harry.

"Harry!" I gasped as I ran toward were he was kept prisoner, tears filling my eyes.