Scarlette's POV:

Before I knew it, the hospital was releasing me.

I wouldn't tell Niall my past, but I simply said I was eighteen. They wanted ID or name and I said I was homeless and jobless.

"With tickets to One Direction, front row?" One of my nurses, a rather busty black woman, scoffed at me.

"I won them," I said, making an attempt at scorn. She raised her eyebrows but said nothing.

"How do you expect to pay for your medical services, homeless girl?" She snorted.

"I'll cover it," Niall had jumped in. He had come to visit everyday, telling me funny stories about the tour, to keep me happy.

"Niall," I whispered. "I can't... can't let you. I'll pay you back."

"Look," the busty nurse said. "I don't give a damn. You, boy, pay me and you two get out."

Niall signed a check, covering my expenses, which were large with no insurance.

"Get well," the nurse said casually over her shoulder. I raised my eyebrows and Niall chuckled.

"You can come stay at my place tonight," he whispered. "We can find your home in the morning."


Niall's POV:

When we arrived back at my home, Paul left with the limo, leaving us alone in the kitchen.

"You house is huge," Scarlette breathed, admiring the marble topped counters.

"Skip that," I laughed. "I've told you so much about me. Tell me something about you."

"There's nothing to tell," she whispered. "My parent's abandoned me as a baby, left me in foster care with a bitch of a mother and I ran away."

"To a One Direction concert," I laughed.

She rolled her eyes but smiled. "I got a job at a sewing shop. The man there gave me food and a roof over my head, and he gave me the ticket for my birthday."

"Nice man?" I asked. "Should I drive you back to him in the morning?"

"No..." she sighed. "No... he was awful. Worse than my foster parents. He beat me and tried to rape me but I forced him off me. Then he beat me more. I wanted to go back to that bitch foster mother but I'd stolen so much of her money if the police ever found me again I would be arrested. So the only way to stay off the grid was to stay with... him."

I saw tears trickling down her cheeks and my heart broke. I jumped off my chair and rushed over to where she stood, wrapping her up in my arms.

"I'll never let anything hurt you," I whispered. "I promise."


Scarlette's POV:

I leaned into his broad chest. For one in my life I felt like someone cared, someone out there wanted to help me I pulled away and looked up at him.

"You the nicest person I've ever met," I breathed.

I felt his hand cup my cheek for the second time since I had woken up in the hospital. I closed my eyes and leaned into his touch.

"I love you," he whispered.

I wanted him to stop. I didn't want a relationship. Like my life needed to be more complicated. But at the same life I just wanted someone to love me. Someone to tell me I was beautiful.

And then his lips were pressed against mine. He was kissing me. Even more passionately than the first time. His tongue ran over my lips, asking for entrance. I permitted it. Our tongues danced, sending shivers down my spine.

"Let me love you," he whispered, his voice hoarse, and deep. "Jump."

I jumped and he caught my legs. I wrapped them around him, kissing him more passionately than before. He carried my in through a side door, and I felt him lying me down on a bed.

Was this really happening? Or was this a perfect dream?

His lips moved down to my neck, kissing passionately, his tongue running along my collar bone. He unbuttoned my blouse, pulling it off. His hands hunted inside my bra, massaging my erect nipple.

He began to sit up, and I went with him. I pulled his shirt off over his head.

Damn. He was beautiful.

I allowed him to continue kissing my neck as he pulled off my skirt. Now I was just in my bra and thong. I felt it was unfair that he still had pants. By running my hands along their top, he realized what I was doing and pulled them off.

We fell backwards onto the bed. He moved up to kiss my lips, and I allowed his tongue entrance once again. I forced him over onto his back, pulling off his boxers.

I felt embarrassed for a second, looking at the size of his bulk. But it didn't matter. Nothing mattered. I had nothing to lose. I'd lost everything.

I began massaging his bulk, and I leaned down to allow my tongue to dance around the rim. He moaned and gripped the bed sheets.

"Scar... stop..." He breathed. I giggled.

Running my hand up and down massaging everything, he groaned again. He sat up and grabbed my shoulders, flipping me over and forcing me down. He removed my bra and tore off my thong.

"Dick," I laughed breathlessly. I looked up into his perfect crystal blue eyes, and he laughed too.

"We'll buy you new ones," he chuckled. He ran his finger over my clit.

"Just do it," I moaned grabbing the bed sheets. She plucked two fingers in, pulling them in and out, faster and faster. I mounded, unable to hold in my orgasm. He licked my clit for a fin alt moan.

He began kissing my stomach, running his tongue over my breasts and sucking on my erect nipples. Then he moved up for a sweet kiss.

"I need to do it," he whispered. "Now."

Now I was scared. I was a virgin, and his bulk was so big.

"I don't have protection," He whispered hoarsely, kissing my neck.

He sat up, positioning himself at my entrance. I closed my eyes, waiting

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