CHAPTER 1
JESS POV
Zayn Malik this, Zayn Malik that...if they knew the real him, he wouldn't have as many girls drooling over him and desperate to be with him. He pretended to be a mysterious, amazing human being. But to me, he wasn't mysterious, I knew everything about him. To me, he wasn't amazing, he was the boy that I needed who left me. I needed him and he left me. All the times I was there for him, especially when he needed me during his X Factor auditions, then he joined One Direction and moved to London and left me. I needed him and he wasn't there. The contact between us stopped as he stepped into fame, claiming he is still the same boy to everyone when I know that he isn't. My sweet, funny Zayn was gone, the one I thought I could trust, the one who told me he would be there for me, day and night, was gone. Now I know, the words from his mouth were all lies. I switched off the TV, unable to watch his perfect features anymore as he smiled at the camera, not a care in the world, at least certainly not any care about me. My face at the ground as I quickly walked from the mall, my dad would kill me. Literally. If he knew I was here, if he knew I had even so much as left the house, I will be in deep shit. Every night I'm left terrified, as he raises his arm to hit me. He's not a man. He's a drunk. He's meant to be my protector, my carer. I hate him. I hate Zayn. Most of all, I hate myself. If I was good at something, beautiful, someone special then I wouldn't be useless and disposable to them. Zayn was the best friend I had lost, the only person I trusted. It shows that I was right not to trust anyone and I never will again. He was the only person I thought I could talk to, who understood me, but he left me and I was an idiot to trust him. My head down, I heard shouting which I tried to block out, I bumped into someone and without properly looking at them the person had pushed me into an alleyway. My mouth opened to scream but the boys hands was now covering my mouth as I looked up, my eyes met the most perfect emerald eyes I had ever seen and all thoughts of shouting for help had left me. His handsome face was framed with his dark chocolate curly hair. The boy looked familiar. He cautiously let his hand off my mouth.
"Hi" he said awkwardly, a cheeky grin forming on his face, his face that looked like I could trust him with all my secrets.
"Hi..." I said, unsure of what to say. He looked at my rather blank expression and was thoughtful.
"Right, you kidnapping me or can I go?" I joked. His beautiful features lit up in a smile.
"You can go, on two conditions," he laughed. I froze.
"What...?" I asked, worried at what it would be.
"One, you tell me your name, and two, you give me your number," he winked confidently. He seemed friendly so I agreed. He leant over my shoulder as I typed in my name.
"Jess, that's a pretty name for a pretty face," he smiled flirtatiously. I rolled my eyes, I bet he says that to every single girl he meets. He laughed at my expression again.
"I'll text you later, Jess," he smiled.
"You didn't tell me your name?" I said as he turned to leave. He turned back to look at me, his face thoughtful and his face breaking into the more beautiful crooked smile as he had found what I said the most funny thing in the world.
"Harry, Harry Styles." he said, before looking both ways and running off.
Harry Styles...that name seemed familiar as if I should know it...but I don't.
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