Something Bad Is About To Happen || h.s

ONE

Calamity - Zayn
"Nobody, nobody is listening to me"
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Harry Styles

"Harry, I need that report by midnight," Mitch yelled across the office.

" I know, I know. I'm almost done just give me a couple minutes."
I just need to finish this paper and get home. I thought moving to New York would change my life. I work my ass off at this journalism job for "The New York Times". This was my dream, my ultimate goal. In those stupid 'get to know you' sheets in grade school, I always put down, journalist for a giant newspaper. But now, I rarely get my article approved and if I do it's placed by some add for deoderant.

So, that's why this specific assignment is taking ages. Mitch, my boss, isn't very happy with me. He's a nice enough guy but his anger can get the best of him sometimes.

Shit.

I need to focus.

The Tooth Fairy. The article of my career. No. Of my life. The renowned serial killer struck again. The bodies no where to be found other than a single tooth left of each and every victim. No one knows the name, gender or appearance of this individual. The killings are sporadic and seem to be perfectly executed. There are no suspects and right now, the town of New York is on their toes hoping they aren't caught in a lethal situation.

This story is so important to me. Like holy shit. It's actually perfect. I  have a really strange fascination with murder. Some say it is concerning and weird but hey, a bit of true crime podcasts never hurt nobody. I could go on for hours about this enigma of a serial killer with no clear motive. Maybe that's why this stupid, fucking article is taking me so long to write. I know too much and I just don't know what's important. Mitch gave me this specifically to me. I can't disappoint him.

Again with the perfection Harry?

Just fucking read it over and finish. But I can't help the thoughts swirling in my mind of failure and pressure to not mess anything up.

I don't have a good feeling about this. Still, I finish the final adjustments and send the email to Mitch. Immediately, my chest seems lighter, my airways clearer and headache easing up. That familiar pit constantly in my stomach doesn't just disappear like that. Oh how I wish it did.

Finally, I trudge home, up the steps to my perfectly pristine apartment. It's rather charming and cozy, not a speck of dirt anywhere or a single book out of place.

I drop my laptop in the couch and quickly have a shower, then preparing dinner. Ramen. I can't put too much effort into cooking at the moment. I sit down, put on Friends while slurping up the leftover broth. I might as well sleep, nothing better to do on a Friday night. All. A lone.

Then suddenly my phone rings. Without any hesitation, I lift the phone to my ear.

Louis' Donny accent sounds through the phone.

"Hey lad, You free tomorrow?"

"Um... Yeah I guess," I slightly stutter into the speaker.

" Perfect! I have a date for you."

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