Harry's POV-

The sky was cloudy and dark but it's always like that in London. I'm very fond of the weather since I've lived around it my whole life. Trees are swaying in the slight cool breeze. Children scurry on and off the small play set in their big poofy jackets, scarves and mittens. Parents and adults bustling around through the cold off to work. The small tweets of birds and them whistling fills the air.

The park is my thinking place. Quiet, serene, and spacious is what it offers to me in times of trouble. The issue at this time is work in general... The tour, the album and the paps. Loving what I do is my passion and I truly enjoy making others happy and getting to do what I love too but this pressure is tough. Second album on its way out and everyone is rushing to make it perfect and get it out fast before tour starts. Interview after interview... Practice, practice, practice.

I'm not gonna let this go my dream and my passion I just need this time as a breather to recollect my thoughts and sort them out. Within hours my head will be straight and everything will be back to normal. Always is, happens every time. Only this time I can't seem to figure out what exactly is the matter with everything going on... I can't seem to figure out why there is so much pressure and why it's getting to me.

Leaning back against the tree I let my eyes droop down and close for a second to recollect all my thoughts and put them together. No sound just relaxing peace and... "AHHHHH!" My eyes snap open and whirl around the surroundings to try and find where that scream came from. A girl about 15 was staring my way in complete and utter shock with her hand covering her mouth in protest. She had recognized me and I could tell by the gleam in her eye.

More people began to gather and look my way and I knew soon the paps and many fans would hoard in and not let me out bombarding me with endless shouts and questions. Bolting upright I got into a stance trying to find the best exist route. Girls were gathering by the second around the culprit who had began this. Reporters and paps making their way through the park sprinting in my direction from a distance. I saw from the corner the lake and ran in that direction hoping to get away.

Sounds of multiple footsteps pounding on the ground caught my attention. Looking back I see random people chasing after me... Fans, reporters, paps, etc. Picking up the pace I started jaggedly making random choices, taking a left there then a right around that tree.... No matter what I did they seemed to be on my tail never hesitating for a second.

The surroundings weren't the park anymore and I was running through the somewhat crowded streets of London. On the cement the footsteps of the others and mine echoed throughout the streets. How do I lose them? Where do I go? Turning the corner to the next street I saw right at the beginning a narrow alley say entrance and I took it as my best chance right now.

As I neared the entrance I slipped into it waiting for the group to come voiding around the corner and sprinting with fury past. My breathing was coming in fast shallow breaths from running so hard and I bent over trying to catch my breath. Suddenly the sound of slowing paced footsteps comes into ear shot and I know they're wondering where I went. Beginning to back away from the edge I use the shadows as a hiding precaution.

The footsteps of them were coming closer and closer by the minute. My legs kept on backing and inching farther back into the alley and into the darkening shadows surrounding. I knew they would eventually find me but I still had to try and stay hidden and get away. The pressure was too much for me to handle right now. I was lost deep in thought as I continued to back away.

"Woah..." I chocked out. Stumbling over something my body flailed to the ground and I landed on my back on the cold dirty, scummy ground. The footsteps began to pick up in pace again and into a fast run and then I saw the whole group actually bypass the alley not taking a second glance down it and just passing it head on. When the were all gone I assed my position.

My legs were draped over something large in size... Wait not something, someone. A young woman was passed out in the middle of this damp, dark alley sleeping away. Her long blonde hair cascading around her and he limp form curled into a small scrunched fetal position. Her nose was scrunched while her eyebrows furrowed and he nose all red and swollen.

My concern rose a little at the sight of how dirty and scratched up she appeared to be. The side of her body's appearance made her look as skinny as a twig and maybe her ribs were even sticking slightly out and noticeable. Standing up I dusted myself off and looked down at this problem in front of my feet. I couldn't just leave her here...

Where was I to take her? What would I say to the guys if I brought her back to our flat?? I didn't know what to do but when I bent down again to awaken her the touch to her bare skin was freezing. She was chilly and freezing to death. Slipping my jacket from my arms I picked up her crumpled form and rested the jacket as a blanket over her in my right warm arms. Her head leaning into me chest as a pillow.

Heading out of the alley with her in my arms I peeked out around the corner and saw no sign of anyone near here so I emerged back into the sidewalk heading to the can nearby the curb in distance. The cab driver briskly opened the door for me seeing as I had no arms to and shot me a questionable glance at the girl within my arms.

"My girlfriend is a little tired from her long day." The man seemed weary of my response but he believed me as I slipped her into the backseat comfortably and slid in next to her. I gave the address to the destination we were heading and off we rode back to where the lads were hanging and were in for a complete surprise. I looked back down at the sleeping figure and she looked calm now her face completely unscrunched. Shaking my head back and forth I could hear my head asking myself 'what did you get yourself into?'

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Rosalies POV-

Softness was the first thing that passed through my wandering mind. Slowly returning to consciousness never remembering alleging my body to take a rest in the first place. Darkness surrounded me and enveloped all my senses until they were heightened. Opening my eyes and allowing them to adjust to a minute but when it did I surveyed my surroundings.

My body was sprawled out on a huge cotton bed in the center of the room, with a door leading somewhere to the side and another to the front of the bed. A tall dresser with clothes thrown and strewn across it was in the room and the floor had more of its clothing all over the place too. Couple random knickknacks and essentials too and that was about it. How did I get here though?

My last occurring thought was me sitting crouched in an alleyway crying my eyes out as I thought of finally escaping and here I was possibly trapped again. What if he had found me? What if he's here right now? All these thoughts I couldn't help but register as I thought more closely on this matter. He had gotten to me at my moment of rest.

My body spring from the bed and I was on high alert of my surroundings waiting for the moment Austin would step through one of those doors and attack me or punish me for what I had done. Nothing came... Minutes passed and nothing happened. I let myself relax a little and crept my way to the door near the bed opening it an inch to peer out into an empty dark hallway.

Sounds echoed farther down the long hallway and shorting could be heard. Stepping out I turned to shut the door silently behind me and started my way down the barren hallway. As the shouts grew louder they were audible enough to be male and more than one. The hair on my neck stood on end and I got the feeling of goosebumps crossing my skin.

"You chose last time mate! Give it here its my turn!" The voice was a little squeaky but it was still deep to be a boy's. "No that was Zayn! He chose Scarface remember?" The second voice sounded completely different and had some other different accent close to Irish I think. Inching a couple more steps closer I could here a whisper coming from a different area that was in a different spot of the room. "Has she woken up yet?" That voice was calm yet musky in a way and sounded a little funny. The answer came from a raspy voice that was smooth, "no but she should soon."

"Lads can we please stop fighting! Why don't we all agree on one together?" It was another voice and this one had authority in it. Both of the first to voices groaned but mumbled audible fines and I heard a plump as I guess they sat down somewhere. Still inching forward trying to get a view I could just get the beginning of the room they were all in. Five boys were in the room counting all the voices I had made out.

Two were closest to me and must have been the whispers I heard. Their backs were facing mine but from what I could see one had spiky black hair and the other had nice curly brown hair. I'm the center of the living room stood what I supposed was the fifth voice and he had short brown hair and chocolate brown eyes. The last two were hunched over sitting on the couch. One had blonde hair and the other had blue eyes and brown hair.

"Now we need to keep it down because..." BAM!!! I hadn't realized but as I was coming farther into the room I didn't see the wooden table in front of me that I had just hit making it too over. Every pair of eyes swiveled in my direction and I froze paralyzed with fear. We all just stood there staring at one another waiting.

Finally the boy in the middle walked over to me and I started to back away in fear. "We promise not to hurt you. We just want to help." His words sounded so honest and the look in his eyes told me it was the truth so I came closer to him again. "My names Liam." He then turned to each of the boys and pointed to them one at a time. "That's Zayn." The one with dark hair. "Niall is on the couch right there." He was the cute little blonde. "Next to him is Lou or Louis is his full name." Louis gave a small smile. "And that's Harry." I turned to Harry and just stared at him. His curly brown hair perfect and those dimples from his small adorable smile but what caught me off guard was his eyes. They were a piercing green. So bright and mesmerizing I could continue to stare forever, till Liam spoke up and snapped me out of my daydream.

"And you are love?" I glanced around the room again and my eyes landed lastly on Harry once again. I cleared my throat hoping it wouldn't come out raspy and quiet. "Rosalie." He was staring right back at me with all the power in his gaze. I spoke the words a if it was a secret only he could hear. "My name is Rosalie."

Notes

Sorry guys I'm getting suck again and I just went to the doctors do I hope to be better soon to keep on writing this story. I know this chapter is sort of boring and long but they had to meet sometime and I'd like to thank @Nikki-Noodle for the amazing idea of how they should meet and I took part of her idea and mixed it with my own to reach this.

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