Come And Get Me

Chapter 1

The Experience

Harriet's POV: As I sat on the bench waiting for the train, drops of rain fell on my face. It began to pour, but I was too stubborn to move. I thought to myself, "The train will be here soon and everything will be alright. The train will be here soon and everything will be alright." I kept repeating those words in my head as a man sat next to me. Not too much older than I, and much more attractive than any other man I'd ever seen. He glanced at me and I then realized that I had been staring. I blushed and turned away. The man's hair began to drip and he adjusted his hat. "Hello, my name is Mill. I couldn't help but notice you staring," spoke the man.

Mill's POV: "This is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen," I thought to myself. The way she looked at me, it made me feel...special. Her golden brown locks glistened in the rain, with gorgeous green eyes. Now that she knew my name, I must know hers. "Hi. My name is Harriet," she said nervously. The most beautiful name in the world, Harriet. I carefully took off my hat and placed it on her head. She looked up and smiled. The rain cooled my face and sent shivers down my back. Only knowing this girl, Harriet, for few minutes, I felt as if we had known each other for forever. We scooted a little closer, and her hand reached out for mine. In that cold weather I felt warmth. Her hand brought warmth into my body, into my soul. I looked into her eyes and she stared back into mine. We were trapped in each other.

Authors POV: *CHOOOOOOO CHOOOOOO* The young kids jumped out of their fantasy as they heard the train screech up in front of them. They stood up, awoken from peace. "Alllllll aboard!" the train master shouted. They got on the silver train. It was the most magical experience they had ever ventured on. There was red velvet flooring, wooden tables with white tablecloths laid out. Silver chandeliers, food carts strolling through. They had saved up for this moment. Their chance to start over in a new town. Usually a train like this wouldn't be going south, but this time it was. Both Harriet and Mill were heading for Memphis, Tennessee. They took a seat in a booth and began talking. Talking about what they wanted and why Memphis was the place for them.

Harriet's POV: The train was magnificent! Could Mill see the scars of me? Did he realize what I went through to get here? Does he know the pain and struggle, the embarrassing times I had to get the money for my new life? I sure hope not. This guy looked perfect. I didn't want him to find out about my past. It would ruin me. He wouldn't want to know me anymore. We had only spoken a few sentences, but I knew that his heart beat just like mine did. His hand in mine, it was special. He made me feel free. That's all I want...all I want is to be free. The men that I went through scared me, but this man...looked like he could fix me.

We sat down at a booth and began to talk. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him. Zayn. The one who beat me and made me mop up my own blood. I bent down and hoped that none of the others were here, but sure enough there they all were, at the billiards table enjoying a quick game. I remember them all vividly. My encounters with One Direction were horrible. They'd have me over, "play" a little and then they'd all get drunk. I couldn't leave...they wouldn't let me. After they were all drunk, it was Zayn and Harry who would hit me. Louis, the sweetest one of them all, tried to get them to stop. They couldn't be stopped. They chose not to be stopped. Mill was talking, and no matter how much I wanted to listen, I couldn't stop staring at those boys and remembering all the things I shouldn't remember. "Darling, are you ok?" Mill asked. "Yes, sorry. What were you saying?" I replied, trying to save myself from embarrassment. I lightly tapped the packet of sugar I was holding, into my tea and looked up at him. Mill was dashing. He wore dark brown hair, blue eyes, and a gentle smile. His personality was completely different from those of the One Direction boys, yet he reminded me of them so much. I tried to pay attention, or to at least look as if I was paying attention, and I think it worked. The boys saw me and I quickly turned away and looked out the window. Harry walked over to the booth. "Hello Harriet. Nice to see you here. Why are you going to Memphis?" he spoke with a voice of sleepiness and horrid. I didn't reply. I just closed my eyes and wished it was all a dream. Unfortunately for me, it wasn't. "Answer me, bitch!" shouted Harry. I knew that he had been drinking. Mill stood up.

Mill's POV: This tall man with curly hair was shouting at Harriet. I stood up, not knowing what I was doing and punched him right in the face. I don't think neither one of us knew what happened for a moment. He stood up, looked at me, turned away, and chuckled. He didn't come back that night.

Harriet and I didn't speak until later. It was eleven o' clock and we were heading to our cabins. We were walking to our doors and I told her softly goodnight. I opened my door, and suddenly felt a hand. The hand turned me around, and pushed me into my room. Our lips touched and didn't stop.

Harriet's POV: I awoke next to him, my head on his bare chest. I got up and got dressed before he woke up. I think we were both a little surprised last night. We had just met. Could this be a one-night-stand? I sure hoped not.

Chapter 2

Meeting the Boys

Mill's POV: I awoke to silence. Was it a dream? Was that magical night a dream? Where is Harriet? I got up and put on some shorts and a t-shirt. I headed over to the room across the hall, Harriet's room. I carefully knocked on her door, so that if she was asleep, I wouldn't wake Sleeping Beauty.

Harriet's