Elizabeth's POV
I ran down the alley, I couldnt let John catch me. I jumped onto a garbage can, then vaulted onto a low ledge with a window. I tested the window, unlocked. I pushed it up and slide inside, heaving a sigh of relief. I was safe. Then foot steps, no time to move.
"No, Louis, I'm going to bed." said a voice as the door opened and someone walked in. The light switched on, I was found with a girl-like yelp. It came from a boy about 18 or 19, a year or two older then me. Brown curly hair framed an elvish face, with bright elmerald eyes starred at me in confusion, I starred back uncertain.
"Who....How....What?" The questions came stuttering out, and he dazedly sat down on the bed, his head shot up a second later. "Are you a fan?"
"I now this may seem crazy," he snorted "Ok, it is crazy, but I'm trying to get away for someone. I like your music, I won't scream and start fangirling all over you." I finished and looked up at him, his piercing eyes looked into mine. I gulped, my pulse sped up, butterflies began fluttering in my stomach. I shoved the feeling down and said as calmly as I could, with those eyes staring at me. "I just need some where to stay for a couple hours, I promise I'll begone and you won't ever here from me again."
"Who are you?" he asked the confusion was clearing form his eyes.
"Hanely, Elizabeth Hanely." I said and stuck out my hand.
"James Bond, much." He chucked and grasped my hand, and gave it a firm shake. "Styles, Harry Styles." He mocked, I laughed.
"Now whose being James Bond." Harry snorted "Your still holding my hand." I smirked and he blushed.
"How did you get into my room?" He changed the subject. "Do tell, I have too fix it, cant have screaming fan girls getting into my room." Harry said raising an eyebrow.
"I'm running from this guy, John, he hates me and my family's guts and he hurt my little sister." I frowned "He was chasing me and your window was open so I popped in." I grinned widely, with the pleasure one gets from feeling safe after running for so long." Harry blushed for no reason then asked if I was hungry, I nodded, I was starving. He opened the door and led me down a short flight of stairs into a living room with a Telly.
A blond lad was sitting on the couch watching the telly and eating cheese crisps. He looked up, his startling blue eyes filling with confusion.
"Harry, I thought you were going to-Who is that?" he cut himself off, Irish definitely Irish.
"I was gunna and then Elizabeth popped in, literally." Harry said smiling at his joke. I rolled my eyes and held out my hand to the blond, for a shake. He hastily wiped his hands on his tan jeans, leaving orange streaks from the cheese crisps, and grasped my hand, giving a firm shake.
"Niall Horan, at your service."
"Elizabeth Hanely, at yours. Please, call me Gypsy though, Elizabeth is to long." I replied and let go of his hand.
"So, wait," Harry cut in. "You had me calling you Elizabeth for the past ten minutes and now I find that I could have called you a much shorter name." His face betrayed the fake hurt, he obviously didn't feel. I chuckled.
"The conversation never got around to that."
"Why are you called Gypsy?" Niall asked going back to his cheese crisps.
"My family and I travel around a lot, like gypsies, so my friends began calling me Gypsy."
"Cool" he turned back to the Telly, as Harry motioned me to follow him to the kitchen.
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