-hi guys, my first fanfiction give me your advice and ideas on what you want to happen. thanks:-)-

3rd Person

Izzy was an average 14 year old girl who lived in Sheffield, she went to school, and she went out with her friends and had her beautiful older boyfriend. Her parents loved her and so did everyone else, she had some girls in the year below who was jealous of her but I mean who couldn't blame them, she had long brown hair and sparkling blue eyes . She was perfect.

It was summer 2011 and Izzy had planned to meet her boyfriend, Jake, she was just about to leave the house when she heard her mum crying upstairs, she immediately ran upstairs to find her dad lying on floor with blood dripping from his head. Tears filled up in Izzy's eyes and ran smoothly down her cheeks, she knew exactly what had happened, it was simple, her parents hadn't been getting along and this is how her mum sorted things, by killing her husband the person that she had agreed to link her soul with, the person that had kneeled down on one knee and said the four simple words that everyone is scared to say. "Why? Why, did you do this?" Izzy screamed at her mother, she was about to reply when Izzy stopped her, "I don't even know who you are anymore, you killed my father and I am ashamed to call you my own mother!" Within seconds Izzy was running out of the house and down to the local cafe where Jake was standing, she looked pale -like she had seen a ghost- and her eyes were flooded with tears. She couldn't believe what she had just seen. Jake could see her tears as she ran down the hill towards him, he opened her arms and pulled her inside. "Izzy, what's the matter you look terrible?" he said, " Am sorry, I can't stay here I have got to go!" Izzy replied.

That's when it happened; Jake grabbed her arm and dragged her into the alley way next to the cafe. Jake became violent and slapped her across her face. A look of our shock spread across Izzy's face. "I have had enough of you and you're screaming and winging so you can come stay at my house tonight, my mum and dad are out so it will be me and you. You will do as I say and you won't get fucking hurt, are we clear?" Jake angrily said at her. Izzy just stared at him for a few seconds; she was then dragged to Jake's house.

She ran and ran and ran until she got to a bus stop where a bus had pulled up at, she had stollen money of Jake and a coat. Izzy was leaving this place and going anywhere this bus would take her. It dropped her off at a train station, she caught a train straight to London. She sat down and then her pocket vibrated, the words 'Jake is calling you' popped up on her phone, the fool she is she picked it up. He screamed at her telling her to get back to his. She put down her phone, clicked the power button and within seconds she fell asleep. she woke up too a voice from a women saying, "come on luv, we are here" Izzy instantly got up and stepped off the train. She had no money left, nobody and no clothes. 'Shit' she thought, reality had hit her. She was stuck in London, by herself.

Izzy's P.O.V

5 hours had past and it was turning dark, I had been wondering around just finding a good place to take shelter, London was big, in fact it was more than big, it was gigantic! I had never been before but all my mates had and said it was amazing and Caitlin had said she wanted to live there, I always thought she was over exaggerating but now I see what all the big fuss was about. I was walking down a little high street; I was looking up at the stars whilst walking. Next thing I knew, I was on the floor in a puddle soaking wet. I then realised I had walked into someone. "Fuck!" I muttered, "am covered, am gonna be wet all night, great!" I looked up to see a boy, he was staring at me. He had bright blond hair and sparkling blue eyes, he was fine! "Wow, are you okay, I didn't see you there!" he said he then passed me his hand and pulled me up. He looked at me for a second then spoke again. "hi, I'm Niall" he said whilst he placed his hand out suggesting for me to shake, I was polite and shuck it, he had the most beautiful accent I have ever heard, it was manly but not harsh. "Hi" I said in a timid voice I then sat down on the kids curb and tried to dry myself with my hand.

"You look soaked, do you want me to give you a lift home?" he suggested sweetly, "you would be driving for hours!" I said whilst smirking "I don't live round here"

"Well what about your hotel or where ever your family are? I mean I have got to help you!"

"I would love to be able to say yes but I am not here with my family they are all back where I live and am not booked in a hotel as I don't have any money what so ever!"

"wait your hear by yourself?" he said, I nodded shamefully and looked to the ground, tears started to trickle down my face.

"Hey don't cry, you could stay at mine if you wanted?"