Demons

Chapter 1

*3 Months Later*

It was cold and windy outside I think it was going to rain it's been 3 months since I ran away and even though I'm homeless, I don't regret leaving.

"Great!" I said to myself "it's raining."

I've been in London for about 4 days now and spent the last of my money on a ticket. As I was walking down the sidewalk getting soaked I tried to find shelter, and that's when I hear voices.

"COME ON STYLES IS THAT ALL YOU GOT?" Someone yelled

I heard a light chuckle then someone said

"No, I just don't feel like wasting my time on a piece of shit like you" the boy said casually.

"Alright Styles you better shut your mouth before I have to do it myself." I didn't know what was going on so I tried to run but then someone grabbed ahold of my arm

"Where do you think your going sweetheart?"

"I-I-I need to get home please let go of me I didn't mean to bother you." I stated. Suddenly the guy who was grabbing me was ripped away from my body and slammed to the ground

"RUN OVER INTO THAT GARDEN OVER THERE!" Someone shouted at me I looked at the person I'm assuming was this "Styles" guy. He had green eyes and a mop of curls on his head, tatoos snaked up his arms and covered his neck and he had several piercings in his face.

"RUN! " he shouted at me again snapping me out of my trance I ran as quickly as possible. I got into the garden I saw which was probably someones property. I heard punching and kicking in the distance until my mysterious savior came towards me. "What the fuck is wrong with you why would you stand there and listen to what was happening?!"

"I-I-I don't know, s-sorry." I quietly stated

"Well that was a dumb ass move. That guy he could have hurt you. Probably would've raped you!"

I stare in disgust.

"Your lucky I was there." He said

"T-Thanks."

"Do you want me to get you home?"

I gulped "The thing is I don't really have a home here..."

"What?"

"It's a long story I ran away from home because of my parents blah blah blah" I said. The boy looked at me. "If you want you can stay at my place until you find out how to get out on your own."

"I-I couldn't do that I don't even know your name yet!"

"I'm Harry, Harry Styles."

"Dylan, Dylan King." I stated

"If you don't stay at my place that guy could come back and find you again and I wouldn't be able to help you." Harry said.

"I-I guess I'll stay with you.."

"Don't worry I have an extra room at my place."

"Let me get my suitcase at least." I said.

"Where is it?"

"Some park I usually go to, it's hidden in the bathroom."

"Okay I'll help you get it." He said

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"Here it is." I say as I grab my very tacky suitcase.

"alright we can walk to my place it's about 10 minutes away."

I looked at harry, he was very attractive but of corse, he had a few bruises from the fight that just haopened, to be honest he looked like bad news.

"Stop staring at me! Didn't anyone ever tell you how rude that is!?" He yelled

"I'm sorry I just .. I don't know"

"Yeah well don't do it again or you will be on the streets again got it?"

I gulped "got it."

"What'd you run away for anyways?"

"My parents, they wanted me to go to Harvard for 7 Years and become a lawyer all I wanted to do was travel and they hated the idea of me being out in the world alone with no college education, so I ran away I was tired of always being the shy girl who sits in the back of the class and does exactly what I was told." I stated "No one understood me at all I had no friends and my parents sure as hell wouldn't let me go out."

"So that's your pathetic little story?!"

"PATHETIC!?"

"Yes pathetic, your parents wouldn't let you do what you wanted so you made a big deal about it and look were you are now!"

"You don't even know me and your saying I'm pathetic! Your the one who saved me you could have let that jerk rape me or whatever and get on with your life!" I yelled. He was silent the rest of the walk . Suddenly we walked up the stairs to a brick building which looked to be an apartment complex we walked up the stairs in the building. Harry unlocked a brown wooden door that led into a really nice and neat apartment.

"I'll show you your room." He stated dryly

We walked down a blue hallway and there were four doors in the hall

"This is your room." Harry said I walked in the walls were white and there was a double bed that had blue sheets and a white comforter. I put my suitcase down. I was about to tell harry thank you but turned around and saw that he was gone.