*Lydia's point of view*

"Hello beautiful," Harry says with a smirk on his perfect lips.

My mind goes blank as he speaks to me. I feel as if I'm a tiny bunny trapped in a cage with a hungry lion. The lions beautiful on the outside, but on the inside its a cold blooded killer.

"H-how did you find me?" I manage to stutter out as his eyes drink in my face.

"To be quite honest, I had practically given up on finding you. I decided to stop and grab some coffee from one of my favorite diners before heading back to my apartment, where I just so happened to stumble upon you." He said smugly. I couldn't breathe.

Why does he even like me? I'm not those beautiful girls on tumblr! Ill never be them!

"Why do you even care if I'm alright?" I snap at him. I'm sick of his cocky smile. Even if it is totally hot..

"Why are you being such a bitch to the guy who saved your sorry ass from being killed?" He thundered back at me. I couldn't even think straight. My thoughts were racing a hundred miles a minute as I took in his angered expression, finally choosing to answer him after what felt like an eternity.

"No one cares about me, so why would you? I'm done with people treating me like I'm a baby!" I yell back, my anger getting the best of me as I slide out of the booth, throwing a twenty on the table.

I storm out of the building and make it about 10 yards before a large arm is wrapped around my waist, pulling me back. I'm spun around, locking gazes with the troubled green eyes of the mysterious boy.

"I don't know what it is about you that intreges me so much, but I sure as hell am going to find out." He whispered inches from my face, allowing my to feel his hot breathe fan over my face.

I push him back, and before he realizes what's going on I bolt into the nearest alleyway. My long, muscular legs I've gained from the grueling softball practices come in handy as I sprint through the maze of brick walls. I turn a corner and start to hear the sound of a thumping bass.

Up ahead I see a fire escape ladder occupied by dancing teenagers, many of them making out, seeming unfazed by their surroundings. I look up into the windows to see flashing lights and dancing bodies. I quickly make my way up the ladder and into the house.

I'm abruptly hit by the smell of booze, weed, and sweat wafting from the teenagers who seem to be in their own worlds. I push my way further into the room, shoving groping hands off of me. I finally make it to what seems to be one of the only unoccupied rooms. I slam the door shut and lock it, leaving myself alone to think.

"Umm, are you okay?" I spin around quickly, being caught off guard by a voice behind me. My searching gaze finally lands on a figure sitting on the leather couch that's placed in the corner of this homey office. Why does that voice sound so familiar?

"Y-yeah, just had to step out of the party," I spoke while letting out a breathy laugh. I can't let this guy know I'm desperate and horribly lost.

"Same here, partying isn't really my thing," he said while reaching over and flicking on the light that was next to the couch.

I instantly recognized the brown quiffed hair, and chocolate brown eyes.

"Lydia?" He asked, seeming almost stunned by my presence.

Notes

Sorry if it's short.. Had to leave it kinda cliffhanger-ish haha! Well I hope you liked it anyway! As always, comments are welcomed fully! I like to see what you guys think.. Even it's bad! Idc, throw it at me!

-Lydia