Styles' Sister?! A One Direction Fanfiction EDITING

Heartbroken in London

I was walking through London, still stunned over the beauty of this city, lost in my thoughts. It was the right decision to come here for a holiday, but my friends didn't think so, especially not my boyfriend. Since I told him that I was about to got to London for about three months, he's gone mad and I've heard nothing from home since that day. He didn't even said goodbye to me. That was hard and I've almost cancelled my stay here, but now I was glad that I didn't done it. I love the UK and it's a fact that I'll move to London right after I finished school. I smiled and went to a park nearby so I can rest there and enjoy a bit of the good weather today. I sat down on a bench and watched people and pigeons, which are in majority here, like in every big city, I guess. Yeah, Kevin has a huge family. I laughed at that thought and walk off, back to the rushing city, back to the world.

Suddenly my phone ringed and I pulled it out of my pocket. I received a message. I wondered who wrote me and open it. It's from my boyfriend. Or shall I better say my ex-boyfriend, how it seemed now? He just broke up with texting me! It's incredible and I'm shocked. He also wrote that there's a new girl at his side now. I didn't need to wonder about who she is for that long. It's my best friend, who always had a crush on him and was jealous about me and him. My thoughts were break off when I ran into something. “Open your eyes, girl!” a guy shouted at me, angrily. “I'm sorry, “I mumble.

“Better are. For God's sake, wherefore do you have eyes?” he yelled. This was to much, the last drop in the overfilled ton, and the tears came out of my eyes and ran down my face. He seemed to notice it, although my eyes were fixed on my shoe tips. “Hey, I'm sorry. I didn't meant it like this,” he said gently and pulled me in a hug. He tried to calm me down, we were still in the hug and I cried out on his shoulder, not really worrying about what he would think about it. “Do you want to talk about what happened?” he asked, not because he was just curios, but because it seemed to really care him. I nod and told him what just happened and he still hold me in the hug. He stroked my hair gently, trying not to waste my curls. After a time he got out of the hug and took my hand instead. He pulled me with him and I didn't mind where we were going, I was still crying. We stopped at a house and he opened a door, then he took me in a flat, but I didn't look up to examine where I was now or even look at the boy. He handed me a role of kitchen paper. “I'm sorry, but that's all I have at the moment. I took it thankfully, put my glasses off and wiped my tears away. “Thank you very much, “ I whisper, my voice was cracked from the crying. Then I finally looked up to see his face. And my jaw fell to the floor, that shocked was I. In front of me stood the one and only Mr. Harry Styles. Covered with coffee and in a wet jacket, but it was still him. He smiled at me. “Surprise.” He laughed. I closed my mouth before something could fly inside. “Is it you?” I asked, not very intelligent. But I didn't believed my eyes any more. He came closer, took the glasses out of my hand and put it back on my nose. “Yup, it's me. Are you okay, again?” He was still smiling at me.

“I think so; “ I answered him.

“That's good. Ehm... You cried into my jacket and my shirt and now they're wet... Would you mind if I get changed?” I shook my head, still didn't believing that it was really him , what had happened and where I was now. “Stay here,” he said, pushing me on a sofa. Then he left to a room what I guessed was his bedroom. I was afraid of touching something, not at least, because I was covered with coffee, like him, but he seemed to had forgotten this thing. I noticed that my lids became very heavy. <<I always get deadly tired after crying>> I thought. My eyes shot closed.