''Baby, it's been waiting for you.''

The wind whipped through my bleached blonde hair as I pulled the windows down. The city lights made my head go physically dizzy. It had felt as if I was living a black n white movie, The Runways.

It had seem that Harry knew what he was doing and made no attempt to start conversation with me and it that moment I looked at the situation we were in. I had just gotten into a car with a random teenage boy that was selling drugs a couple of hours ago. I wanted to be able to feel like I could trust this stranger like Bryn...

Harry cleared his throat which made me question what on earth he was trying to say that was so hard.

''Your not going to tell right,'' he said in a husky tone.

I rolled my eyes mentally of his way of starting conversation with me. He sounded so lost and monotone, like everything that came from his mouth was scripted.

''Oh, is Mr. Bad Boy scared I might tell his Mommy and Daddy,'' I said staring at him.

He tightened his grip on the steering wheel as his knuckles turned red and hand turned white. You could make out the red dried up blood damage that happened from punching the guy.

''No.''

I laughed and asked him where he was taking me. He said somewhere I had asked him to.

''Have you ever had someone love you, do you know what love feels like, how is to have a beating heart in you, can you function correctly...question after question I asked and soon enough he stopped the car right in the middle of the street.

''Alright, flower girl lets get one thing straight if your riding in my car, its silent. Having you in here is ruining everything, don't also ruin the peaceful silence.''

He had started the car again and drove way faster this time. Most likely, to get rid of me I thought. What if he takes me to this sacred place and leaves me there...

I tried to unwind myself from the stress I had just enveloped. We finally stopped in front of a Victorian looking house. Harry just walked out of the car with a slam and didn't even wait for me just kept walking. I got myself out of the car, right behind him, a few inches away from him.

He swigged the door open earning a creaking noise in return. In the corner, were a bunch of people in leather jackets and chokers while smoking weed. And on the other side were a bunch of people with feathers in their hair.

Soon enough, Harry and I had separated from each other. I wanted to live here more or less think of this as my home. I had met so many people, but what was the most interesting was seeing some punks and hippies make out in the corner.

''It's weird, right seeing them make out,'' a girl with red hair asked me.

''It is,'' I responded.

''I'm Lana and I live in this house,'' she said.

''Aha, I'm Eclipse and I don't live here, but I wished I did.''

''Well, you came with Mr. Styles so, I expected you were going to move in or wait are you his girlfriend because him and Delilah aren't doing so good,'' Lana told me matter-of-factly.

''Mr. Styles,'' I asked.

''Uh-huh, he owns this house. He found us all on the streets and I guess you could say he adopted us.''

I was shocked and for once I thought he was a good person with a heart.

Notes

Have been gone for a while, but I'm back now. -SoftgrungeXX