Loose Change (Harry Styles) [BOOK 2]

"I'm asking you a question." Harrys says aggravated.
I turn my gaze to Liam, confused.
"I don't even know. I just woke up here. To be honest I-I'm a little scared." I state honestly as I hold the blanket tighter in my grasp.
Harry walks up to me and I hold the blanket up to my face. What the heck is happening?
"Stop lying. Why are you in my house, in my bed!?" Harry yells, with his face now only inches away from mine.
"Um mate, 'our' house and this is the guest room." The blonde one from behind him says.
"Stay out of this!" Harry responds, still looking at me.
The blonde walks up to him and places his hand on his shoulder.
"You need to calm down ma-"
"Don't tell me t-"
"Peek a- boo, I found you!" A high pitched voice says.
Everyone sets their eyes towards the room door to see a young woman standing in front of it.
She has long curly blonde hair, green eyes, and is wearing a strapless and tight light blue dress that is up to the top of her thighs. Her makeup is all smudged and she looks completely drunk. Classy.
"Um who are you love?" Liam asks politely.
She begins to giggle annoyingly.
"I'm Harry Steels!" She chirps.
The blonde kid tries to hold in his laughter.
Liam turns his head to Harry and he looks disappointed.
"Really Harry, another one? When is this going to stop?" Liam states as he shakes his head a little in disapproval.
The blonde kid takes his hand off of Harry and begins to stare at Harry serious as well.
Harry's face fills with an emotion I can't recognize.
He looks at Liam and then at the girl, who is now staring at a strand of her own hair as if it's the best thing in the world.
He puts his hands in his pockets and begins to walk out.
"I'm going to bed." I hear his voice say from the hall.
Liam sighs as the girl walks out of the room, looking lost.
I feel my head begin to throb. I'm so confused right now.
"Can someone explain? Please." I break the silence.
I loosen my grip on the sheets and I can't help but feel a little annoyed at the fact that I still don't know why I'm here and where I am.
Liam walks up to the bed and sits at the edge of it, while the blonde stands next to him with his inked arms crossed.
"What am I doing here?" I ask.
"You we're sleeping in a parking lot." Liam states.
I raise one eyebrow at him.
"Um okay I know that. Why I'm here is what I want to know."
I'm starting to become more and more agitated.
"Why we're you sleeping there? I thought you said you slept at a bus bench or bathroom. And where is your 'dad'?" He says and puts emphasis on dad.
"That is none of your concern and I don't have to explain myself to you. Now tell me why I'm here or I.....I.... I'll scream."
Scream? Really? Shut-up, that's all I can do anyway.
I put my hand on my forehead and I close my eyes. My head really hurts.
"Are you okay?" The blonde guy asks.
I open my eyes and rub my temples.
"My head hurts because I'm so freaking confused right now. Please, just tell me. I will actually scream." I warn.
Liam continues to observe me as the blonde...gosh I feel like I know his name... didn't Liam tell me?
My eyes widen a little as I remember his name.
"You're Niall! The kid with the girlfriend!" I blurt out as I snap my fingers.
Dang I'm good.
"Um ya...how do you know that?" He asks a little uncomfortable.
"Liam told me about you and how you both we're watching m-"
I feel my lips part at my new realization.
"You followed me!? Is that how you found me? Oh my gosh you two are stalking me!"
I'm now the one that is uncomfortable. Maybe I should scream. Should I?
"Please don't scream!" Liam pleads.
Why do I always say things out loud?
"We can explain!" Niall states as he uncrosses his arms.
"Then explain!"
"Okay we weren't 'exactly' following you." Liam starts.
"Exactly? What the heck is that supposed to mean? You obviously we're if you knew I was at Target."
I really want to be with my dad right now. I'm really freaking scared.
Liam scratches the back of his head and clears his throat.
"Look. After you left the studio, you never came back. Niall and I started to get worried and thought you died or something, so we sent security to search for you."
What? Why the heck would they do that? I don't even know them.
"So you sent your security to stalk me for you?" I ask.
Niall sighs.
"We sent them to see if you we're alive." Niall says.
"They found you at a mall nearby, and they sent us a video of you." Liam adds.
"Video? Why and what of?"
"So we would know if they found you and not someone else who they thought was you. Like confirmation. And the video...do people do that to you a lot?" Liam asks a little saddened and disgusted at the same time.
I feel myself redden and I look down at my hands.
They saw that horrific moment. That moment showing me....weak.
I slowly nod, with my gaze still on my hands.
"Some people are just monsters." I hear Niall comment.
"You can't live like this." Liam states.
I move my head up.
"I don't anymore. My father and I are done with that. We just stay at the homeless shelter now."
Why am I telling them this?
Liam and Niall look at each other and Liam bites his bottom lip.
"What?" I ask.
"We kinda know that..." Niall whispers.
I feel my eyes widen and I can't help but explode.
"WHAT!? YOU GUYS CONTINUED-"
I see they're shocked faces and I take a deep breath, calming myself down. I am a civilized human being. I do not need to make a fool of myself and over react.
"Why did you continue?" I ask more polite.
Be mature. Be mature.
"We wanted to make sure you wouldn't get hurt again." Liam retorts.
I feel my whole body calm at his words. Why do they care so much? I hardly know them.. I actually don't know them at all. I only know their names.
"Why do you care? I'm just some homeless chick you gave money to. There are also many more people that are younger and are even poorer. So why? Why me?"
I see how Liam cringed a little when I said 'homeless chick'.
"You are a human being. Don't label yourself horribly. And we know that, but we have never been able to help them. We never have gotten the chance to see one and be able to help them. Now that we had the chance, we wanted to help. We wanted to make a difference, even if it was small." Liam replies.
See one? He made it sound as if homeless people are another species.
"I'm no one's charity case. I don't need your pity." I reply with the amount of dignity I have left.
"No, that's not what I me-"
Before he could finish, I get out of the bed and I walk out of the room. I'm getting out of here.
The house is ginormous. The floor is a nice black and white tile and there are beautiful potted plants everywhere. Where can the door possibly be? Maybe there.
I walk down another hall, but am disappointed when it just takes me to another room.
Dang.
"Jane where are you going?" Liam asks as he walks up to me.
How did he find me? This house is really big.
"I'm going home, or at least trying to." I say as I brush passed him.
I feel my wrist being tugged and I turn around.
"Let go of me." I command.
"We aren't pitying you and you aren't a charity case. We just wanted to help." He states as he stares into my eyes.
"Let go of me." I repeat as I stare at his hand around my wrist.
He sighs and tangles his fingers in his hair.
"At least sleep tonight."
"What? No. I have to get back to my dad before he sees how I left. Wait what time is it anyway?!" I ask more frantic.
"It's three in the morning. You can't just leave at this time. We're pretty far away from where we found you anyway." He states.
I forcefully pull my hand out of his grasp and he rolls his eyes a little.
"I need to get back to my dad. If he sees how I'm gone he's going to freak out. I can't stay here. Can't you just call me a taxi or something?" I ask, annoyed.
"No way. Do you know the kind of drivers that drive this late at night? They could be drunk and you can get in a crash and- no. I'll just tell Carl and Paul to tell the homeless shelter where you are and they can tell your dad."
My god this guy won't stop. He is treating me like a child. He's not my father and he won't be.
"Who the heck are Paul and Carl?"
Really that's what you ask. Tell him you aren't going to stay!
"Head of security." He replies.
Okay. Now tell him you aren't going to stay.
"Fine. I'll stay, but I'm leaving right when I wake up whether you are awake or not." I reply.
What the heck is wrong with you? Your father is going to be worried sick and now they think you're a pushover. Great job. You don't even know these people.
He nods his head and begins to walk away.
"Wait!" I yell as I run up to him.
He stops and turns around.
"Can you kinda lead me back to my room... This place is really big and I don't want to get lost." I say a little embarrassed.
He gives me a soft smile.
"Sure love."
I mirror his expression as he leads me back to the room I was in earlier.
When I'm back in the huge room, I begin to observe it more. The bed looks like a king sized bed and it has a white comforter with matching pillowcases. A couch chair is in the corner on the left right when you walk in and there is a closet and a white vintage looking dresser. There is also a lovely window just above the bed.
Niall is sitting down in the chair typing something into his phone.
"Who could you possibly be talking to at this time?" Liam asks.
He smiles and types something quickly on his phone before looking back at us.
"Eli. It's eight over there and she's eating pancakes." He states with a small smile.
Liam smiles back.
"Tell her I say hi. And is she finally coming this month?"
Niall's eyes twinkle with excitement as he nods.
I glance at Liam with a confused look, which he notices.
"Eli is his girlfriend. She's American like you, but she's in London right now."
I nod in response and I walk to the huge bed.
I stop and stare at it for a while. The blanket looks so soft as well as the pillows. It's a beautiful bed and I kinda don't want to sleep in it. I don't want to ruin it's beauty. I know it's just a bed, but to me it's a luxury.
"Are you okay?" Niall asks.
I shake my thoughts and I slowly get under the covers.
"I'm fine thanks. Um... goodnight?" I state, not really knowing what else to say to make them leave.
They wave and turn around.
"Wait!" I yell.
They both turn around at my words.
"What are your last names?" I ask.
I think I should know a little more about them, especially since I'm staying at their house. Well Niall and Harry's...but Liam is here so what the heck.
They both smile.
"Payne."
"Horan."
I can't help but smile.
"Thanks." I whisper.
Liam nods and Niall shuts the lights off, before they both walk away.
My eyelids begin to drop and I soon drift off into sleep.
...
Chirp Chirp
My eyes flutter open at the sound of cute little birds singing to me. I love birds. I don't understand why some people loathe them. I mean they are adorable and tiny.
I sit up straight and I rub my eyes as I yawn.
That was the best sleep I've ever had. My back feels amazing, and I felt like I was sleeping on a cloud.
Well time to go home. I hope Liam didn't forget about notifying the security guys to tell the shelter. If he forgot, I will be in trouble.
I get out of the bed and I stand in front of it. I should fix it. It's the least I could do, especially after last night.
I quickly make the bed and I tippy toe out of the room.
I don't want to wake anyone up.
As I walk in the hallways, I realize something. I have no idea where the door is. UGH.
I don't even know where Liam is or if he even stayed. I doubt he left, especially since he is so paranoid about the drivers at night.
Should I look for him? No, this isn't your house and you might disturb someone. Just stay in the room you we're In and wait. But I need to get home. I don't even know what the time is!
I ignore my mind and decide to open different doors in search of Liam.
The house is completely silent right now. You could hear a pin drop.
I walk down the hall and begin to slowly and quietly open doors.
"Liam?" I whisper as I open each door.
So far I've had no luck.
Three of the doors we're for bathrooms and one of them was for a laundry room.
Ugh. This is going to take forever.
I go around the corner and I find another door. I twist the door knob slowly and I peek through a small opening.
"Li-"
I stop myself as I see Harry staring outside a window.
Oh my gosh. This would happen to me.
What are you doing?! Close the door and leave before he notices.
I begin to observe him. He's just standing in front of a window with his eyes closed. I'm unsure if he's just enjoying the atmosphere or if he's thinking.
He looks so intense though. Even though he has an anger problem, he's beautiful. I just want to draw him all the time, when he's like this.
He's wearing a black beanie, a plain grey t-shirt, and black sweat pants.
He even looks nice in his own house.
I just wish he wasn't mad at me. That day we talked at the park was amazing for me. No one has ever been so interested in what I have to say before and he was just so funny and nice. He was different from what I would expect. Now that I think about it....he hangs out with Liam and Niall. He was at the studio...Is he famous? Nah. He's probably just friends with Liam or something.
But what i-
"Hey jane."
I feel my eyes widen as I see Harry open his eyes and look at me angered and in shock.
I shut the door closed and I turn around to face Niall.
"What the heck Niall!"
"What? I was just saying hi." He responds simply.
I begin to walk away from the door, knowing what is about to come next.
"Why the flying fuck are you still here?!" I here yelled from behind me as the door is slammed open.
I begin to run, frightened.
"Lad calm down." I hear Niall say from behind me.
I continue to run through the house. I have to leave. I can't deal with this right now.
I begin to pass couches and I spot something that brings me relief.
"LIAM!" I scream.
The brown eyed boy wakes up abruptly and begins to look around.
"W-what is it?" He states as he sits up and yawns.
I grab his hand and I pull him up from the couch, causing the blanket that was on him to fall to the floor.
"What happened?" He asks, more concerned.
"Where's the door?" I ask.
"Wh-"
"Why is she here!?" Harry screams as he stomps up to us.
Liam quickly pulls me behind him in a protective way.
"Harry let me explain." Liam begins.
"No! I thought she was going to leave last night, so I left the situation alone. But she's still here!" He continues.
"Can you all shut up! My head is pounding like a bitch!" I turn my gaze on the couches to see how the drunk blonde is laying in the one that was next to Liam.
Harry and Liam ignore her completely as she walks and leaves the room with her hands massaging her head.
"I brought her here! She didn't come here willingly!" Liam begins to raise his voice.
Harry walks closer to Liam and begins to forcefully breathe out of his nose.
"This isn't your house!" Harry yells.
Harry is much taller than Liam, but it doesn't seem to affect Liam at all.
"SHE WAS SLEEPING IN A FUCKING PARKING LOT!" Liam retorts.
I feel my heart stop and my eyes widen at his words.
No. Please don't continue.
"SHE'S HOMELESS HARRY!"
He continues.
Harry glances at me and back at Liam. His face softens a little.
"Ya right." He states unsure.
Liam walks back to the couch he was sleeping in and grabs something.
He comes back and walks to Harry. He grabbed his phone.
Oh no. What is he going to do?
He presses a button and shoves his phone to Harry's face.
"Watch this." Liam commands.
Harry looks at me and licks his lips before he looks back at the phone and presses a button.
I can't move. I am completely frozen right now. He's not showing him the video I think he's showing him...he wouldn't...
Voices begin to come from the phone...recognizable voices.
'Please leave me alone.'
'Aw, we just want to help you out.'
'What?'
'Hungry, anything will be much appreciated.'
'Aww she's hungry.'
Tears begin to form in my eyes as the familiar conversation is replayed right in front of me.
'Maybe we should give her a little something to ease her thirst.'
'AGH!'
I fall to the ground and begin to cry into my hands like a child. I hate how I'm crying in front of them, but I can't help it. The only person that actually treated me like a decent human being...well at least for one day is seeing me in my weakest state.
'What have I ever done to you?'
'I'm just doing what I normally do. I step on dirt.'
The voices finally end, and the room is now completely silence. The only thing I can hear is my crying.
I can feel Harry's eyes on me, and it feels much worse than the coffee that was spilled on my head.
Someone taps the top of my head and I hesitantly look up.
Harry is bending down in front of me, with an expressionless face.
"Now you know. N-now you know how weak I actually am. You happy?" I whisper as I sniffle.
He observes my face and wipes my tears with his thumb.
"I'm sorry. I didn't know." He whispers.
I close my eyes, trying to control my emotions.
I take a deep breath and I stand up.
"I don't want your pity." I state as I look down on him.
I turn my gaze to Liam who is standing, with guilt covering his features.
"Look Jane I'm s-"
"Where's the door?" I ask.
"Jane I-"
"Where's the door Liam?"
He sighs and walks passed me.
"Follow me." He says.
I do as he says and we both walk out of the room that is going to haunt me for a long time.
As we walk more and more, I begin to see a huge white door.
That's where it was.
"Here it is." He whispers.
I look at him for a quick second and I nod my head as I unlock it and walk out.
All people are horrible.
"Jane wait!" I hear Harry yell from behind me.
I continue walking through the drive way, ignoring him.
"Jane." I hear as my wrist is tugged.
I turn around to face Harry.
"Leave me alone." I spit out.
"I don't care if you're homeless Jane. I'm not going to pity you."
I look into his emerald green eyes to see how they're sincere.
"But you already are. I can feel it. You just feel bad. You are now nice to me, because you feel bad. I don't like it when people treat me differently when they find out about my situation. It's like a punch in the face. And right now, I feel as if I'm your punching bag."
He opens his mouth and tries to say something, but he can't say anything. I know I'm right.
"Good bye." I add as I walk passed him once again.
I'm stopped in my tracks as he runs in front of me and stops.
He takes off his beanie and begins to put his hand through his hair before placing it back on.
He takes a deep breath and stares down at me.
"I'm sorry I treated you like shit. You didn't and don't deserve to be treated that way."
"Then why did you treat me so coldly?"
He puts his hands in his pockets and looks down at his feet before meeting my eyes again.
"Because I was mad at myself." He whispers.
"What?"
"I thought you left that day at the park, because of me....because you found me boring or that I wasn't good enough...I came back the next day to see if you we're there... You weren't... I thought I fucked up and I guess when I saw you again...I just didn't want to mess up a second time."
My lips part at his words and I don't know what to say. He came back the next day...
"I'm sorry you felt that way. I actually did have to leave because of my father and I didn't come the next day because....it's complicated...but never think that again about yourself because only an idiot would think that about you. That was one of the best days of my life you know. You we're one of the only people I've ever met, that treated me like a normal person."
"I feel the exact same way." He responds with a soft smile.
"Same way? What do you mean?" I ask confused.
"Let me walk you to where ever you need to go. There are things you need to know."
Before I can respond, he grabs my wrist and we begin to walk back to the shelter.

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