❝Even the toughest people need help, Harold.❞
"Maybe it was the way she held her head higher than everyone else's, or the way she smirked when someone was scared of her that made me believe she was tough. But she grey-blue eyes sparkled with fear and neediness. She needed someone to help her, but that would show weakness, and around here, weakness isn't an option."
196 countries, 196 sectors. That's the New World, which is supposed to be better. To most people, like the people from Sector 1, it was terrible, but for people like the people from Sector 8, it was almost great. But Sector 8 members never saw the hardships of Sector 1, well, that is until Harry Styles met Alexandria Winters.
I looked up at him, unsure of what just happened. I saw the blood glistening off of his gold H ring as he pushed my hair out of my face, scanning my eyes, making sure I was okay.
"You should go back inside and find your friends. Go home and lock your doors." He said as he turned to walk away.
"Wait!" I said weakly. He reached the end of the ally and turned around. "I don't even know your name."
He paused, his eyes locking on mine before simply saying, "I'm Harry." then turning back around and disappearing into the night.
WARNING:
This book contains mature and adult themes, like violence, drug use, sexual assault, and other possibly triggering topics.
Read at your own risk.
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