Sitting on this lonely street corner, begging any person who walks by for some small change. I feel so low, and useless. When people walk by they don't even give me a second glance, they don't know my story, or my past. They don't know what I went through, and why I am now currently homeless. They just see me as a beggar, a low individual; not as a girl from a broken home. The frigid cold London air blew on my face, and I fixed my dirty beanie to keep my ears warm. I sat there for a while just asking for change from people, most of them refusing, and some giving me a couple pence. It was getting late, I figured around eleven o'clock, so I grabbed my things which included my guitar, a backpack, and a small fleece blanket. I walk to my usual sleeping spot, and lay down on the freezing pavement. I quietly sob as I remember when the last time I was completely myself.

*Flashback*

"Frankie! You are finally 16 today!" My mum softly wakes me up. I lift the covers over my head to be blinded by the bright sun that beamed into my small bedroom. I give her a lazy smile. I stretch out cat like to get myself awake.

I hear the little pitter patter of feet across the hard wood-floor. The little boy pounced onto my bed plopping on my chest. I playful tousled his messy brown hair, and set him on my lap.

"Hey little man!" I give him a warm hug, and poke his nose.

"Sissy! It's your birthday today! We gonna have so much fun!" He says excitedly putting his arms up for emphasis.

"Edwardo, we always have fun! Lets go get breakfast!" I get up picking him up bridal style and head out of my room.

Edwardo, Ed for short, is my 3 year old brother. As you can tell by the age difference he was an oops, but he is the best oops thats ever came into my life. He is the one thing that keeps me from leaving this house.

I set him down in his designated chair, and I sit next to him. My mum places out the fresh pancakes, and orange juice, and we both dig in. My mum smiles as I help my brother cut up his pancakes. He jigs in his seat waiting anxiously to get a bite of his pancakes. He is so cute, and nobody will tell me anything different.

We all finish our breakfast and get ready for the day. I wore a black pleated high low skirt, and a teal tribal print shirt. I curled my long dark brown hair, and put a small black bow into the side of my hair giving it a small flare. I put my makeup on with a nude lip, and smokey eyes. Then putting on full coats of black mascara on my long lashes. I walk down the stairs to see my brother dressed nicely in a white button down, and a pair of khaki pants. He looked so smart, and you can tell he enjoyed it. I smiled, as I grabbed my phone from my tiny clutch. I had a text from my friend Amy who would be joining us in a bit.

*Hey Franks, I'll be a bit late! So I'll just meet you guys at the restaurant! Xx. ~Amyy*

I chuckle, and shake my head. She was my best friend, but she had no concept of time.

*Ok slacker, see you in a bit. Xx. ~Frankie*

"Mum were not waiting for Amy, we're just going her there!" I yelled from the bottom of the stairs. My mum still getting ready yelled ok from upstairs. I went to find my brother playing with his trucks in his toy room Him ramming his cars into each other, and making every sound effect known to man. I knelt down next to him still watching him play, and he looks up at me with such warmth and fire in his light blue eyes.

"Frankie? Why do you and dad alway fight?" He asked me still looking at me.

I was dumbfounded by his question, he has never been so open and asked me about Dad. He is becoming a very smart little man. Yes, I know Dad and I don't have a great relationship, actually we don't have a relationship at all. He has always considered me as his bastard child, I wasn't suppose to happen. I ruined his plans on being vice president in his firm, and he as resented me for it to this day. To him I really wasn't even his daughter. Once I turned about 5 he started treating me even worse. While my mom was gone, he used me as a person punching bag. When he was drunk or in a bad mood, he took it out on me. It got even worse once I got even older, when he knew I could take more pain. When I was in the fourth grade, I broke my wrist trying to catch my fall, and my wrist snapped. I went to school, and had to tell people I fell off my bike, when in reality it was my father who inflicted my pain. My mom doesn't know about any of this, and told me if I told her he would do something worse than what he ever has. So I kept my mouth shut, because I didn't know what he would do to me.

Then my brother came into the picture, he was my father's prized possession Something he could be proud of, and not feel like he wasted himself on. Sometimes, I resented my brother for being so close to my father, but them I realized that we wouldn't have had a relationship anyways.

I look back at Ed, and give him a reassuring smile, "We just don't get along sometimes, but It's alright."

"But why do you get bruises after your fights?" He asked innocently.

"You know that I bruise easily, I must have ran into something. Why don't you pick up your toys before we get ready to leave, bud." I change the subject fast, and he immediately listened.

He picked up his toys, and we went into our front walk way to grab our things. I help him put on his coat, and his little black shoes. As I put on a peach peacoat, and my black strappy heels. Our mum finally rushes down the stairs with shoes in hand, and grabs her coat. She puts her shoes and coat on, and stopped in her tracks and smiled.

"Look at you too, my little man is so handsome, and Francesca you are so beautiful. I'm so happy to have my two beautiful children in my life," She says with a proud smile on her face. Her eyes start to water, and she wipes away the small tear that trickled down her face.

"Mum, don't cry! I still have two more birthdays before I go to UNI! We have loads of time together," I hug her putting my head into her neck.

"I know babe, I just can't think of losing you." She said as squeezed me tight.

*Flashback Ends*

I start to sob even louder as the memories of my mum and brother flood back into my head. I missed then, I missed them a lot. I feel bad for leaving my brother behind, but it what was best for me. I needed out of that house, away from the abuse, and away from the uncertainty. I hear footsteps in the small alley way, and I hide under my blanket. Who knew what you would get in a dark alley at eleven o'clock at night. The footsteps get closer, and closer to me and I shutter in fear. I hear the footsteps stop right in front of me, and I start to shake.

"Go away! I don't know what you want, but please for god sake go away!" I shouted through that small alley leaving a faint echo.

I peek my eye out of my blanket, and the person was still there. The figure kneels down, and slightly lifted my blanket over my head. I look up to see a man, and a very fit man to say the least. I didn't know if it was safe to get up, but I did anyways. I sit up against the wall, and look at the tall man. He looked at me, or more examined me for a face, then smiles.

"Whats your name, ma'am?" He asks me with a thick accent.

"Frankie Martin, who are you?" I ask kind of snidely.

"I... umm. I'm Harry Styles. Are you ok? I heard you crying from the street, and wanted to come check to make sure you were ok." He asks taking my hand.

"Umm, yeah. I'm fine, thanks for noticing. Usually someone wouldn't even stop, but thanks." I say quietly.

"You're welcome." He grabs out a piece of paper out of his pocket, and a pen from the inside pocket of his jacket. He writes some nonsense on the piece of paper, and hands it to me. "If you need anything, let me know. I'll be here for you."

I examine the paper, and see it was his number, and his address. I look up at him, and smile. I quickly give him a hug, " Thank you Harry."

He nods,and walks out of the alley. I start to sob, again. He was giving me a chance to better myself, and giving me help. I quietly sob, but it's a happy sob. I was never going to forget him. Especially those green eyes.