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She Doesn't Know Me (Punk Harry Styles)

Unconditionally

Talia's P.O.V

I watch as the car drives down the street. Right when I was safe, right when I thought things were going to get better, something happens. I knew Harry sold drugs but that was the least of my worries. My only chance of a new life was being carried straight to a jail cell.

Police men talked to all the neighbors, asking about what they saw. Some say they saw Harry hit me. Others say he punched Luke. Liars. All liars. The skinny cop I shoved earlier, Officer Jennings, covered a tin-like blacket over me. Traumatized blanket. I take it off and throw it across the street. Officer Jennings put an arm around my shoulder. I jump up from the seat.

"I don't need your pity! I need Harry!" I screamed. Jennings stood up slowly. He was going to make me go to the hospital so they could throw Harry in jail quicker. I know it.

"Sweetheart-" I wince at the memory of Calum calling me that.

"Don't call me that. My name is Talia Dawson."

"Sorry. Ms. Dawson… we know what Harold did to you. He held you captive and made you do things for him. He hurt you. But you're safe now." My heart stopped. Like set him up. They got their revenge and money.

"Harry didn't do this to me," I list up my sleeve to show him my bruises and cuts, "Calum and Luke did. THEY held me captive. THEY made me do things for them. THEY hurt me. Harry saved me from that Hell." Officer Jennings shook his head and out his arm out to hold my shoulder. I slap it away quickly.

"He can't hurt you anymore, Talia. The ambulance will be here soon." He thinks I'm crazy! 'I want you to run! Run far! Get somewhere safe!' Harry's voice ecoed in my head. This was anywhere but safe. I look down the street. Anywhere but here is safe. I bolt down 18th Street as fast as I could. I swerve through all the police cars and ambulance trucks.

"Ms. Dawson! Stop!" Someone shouted at me. I don't turn around and just keep running. I make several turns down different streets, not caring where I am. When I turn into Central Park, I trip and fall in the grass. Tears slid down my face as I sob my heart out. I was well dark and no one was anywhere in sight.

Harry was still going to jail, perhaps prison. I needed to get up and go to the police station before they assign him a cell. I stand up slowly and walk down the empty, dark streets. The police station was close surprisingly. I walk in and up to the front desk.

"Harry Styles?" The old lady behind the counter nodded towards a chair in the counter. Harry was sitting there with his arms behind his back. His head dangled down making his hair shade him. I walk over to the chair beside him.

"Hey, Pedophile" I whispered. He looked at me with half a smile.

"Hey, Crybaby." I pushed his slightly, giggling. He chuckled and dangled his head again. It was silent for a while. We just stared off into nothingness.

"It's hard, y'know? Knowing you're life is messed up and the only person that can put it in shape is terrified of loving you back." Harry said groggily, looking at me at the corner of his eye. I wasn't sure what to say about that. I was scared of loving Harry. He's an 18-year-old boy that sells drugs and beats people up. Who wouldn't be?

"It's hard knowing a guy that was so mean to you for 4 years is actually in love with you. But he is a drug dealer and beats people up for a living." I say back. Harry finally looked at me fully. His eyes were bloodshot and puffy. He's been crying.

"Life is hard, Talia. There are ups and downs through everything. But one thing I know is that I love you unconditionally." He said. I stare into his green eyes. I knew for a fact what I felt for him...

I'm in love with Harry.