Stalker (Harry Styles)

C h a p t e r F o u r t e e n - O n e W e e k & O n e D a y B e f o r e

1 Week & 1 Day Before:

Yesterday, Liam left without another word other than 'bye' straight after he finished his tea. Why did I have to be so stupid? This is the first time it's ever been awkward between the two of us, I mean a serious awkward not a joking way of awkwardness.

I sigh deeply as my alarm goes off, I reach over grabbing my phone and turning off my alarm. Today I have work and right now I cannot be bothered to go in, I can't even be bothered to move yet alone go in to work.

I swing my legs to the side of my bed, standing up and doing my usual routine. Once I finish in the shower I go into my wardrobe grabbing my uniform which is just my casual clothes. I pull on a pair of boxers, a pair of dark skinny jeans and a white T-shirt. I pull on a pair of shoes before grabbing my phone from off of my bed and making my way downstairs. Which is unusually quiet.

I frown walking into the kitchen seeing that everything is exactly the same, nothing has been touched or moved out of place. Its 9, Gemma is normally downstairs around this time if not earlier. I walk out of the kitchen towards the living room and it's empty, she's not there.

I turn on my heel walking towards and up the stairs 'Gemma?' I yell, getting no response back. 'Gem? You up there?' I yell as I come to the top of the staircase. I still don't get a reply. I slowly walk towards her room, grasping the door handle, turning it and opening the door pushing it open wide. It squeaks as it opens.

I peer into the room seeing the bed made, like it hasn't been slept in last night. I'm certain she want to bed last night. It was before me. I walk further into her room as a draft comes in, I turn my head to the right seeing the window wide open, the curtains fluttering as another cool breeze comes into the room.

A shiver runs down my spine. I take small steps towards the window peeking my head out the window seeing nothing. A loud bang echoes around the room, making me jump whacking my head against the window. I hiss and curse as pain sores around my head. I place my hand on the back of my head as I stand back up, turning to face the now closed the door.

God, the hooded guy, the dreams and pretty much everything that is happening is making me jumpy. I shake my head walking towards the door opening it walking out of the room. I jog down the stairs and make my way out of the house. Maybe she's gone out or something.

I check the time it's almost 9:20, great I'm gonna be late. I mentally slap myself in the face and take the short cut to the bakery. Which I hate taking as it's down an alleyway, more so as I don't want anything jumping out on me or grabbing me on my journey to work.

I take a deep breath swallowing the lump in my throat, as I keep my head down and walk at a quick pace to get out of the alleyway. I hear footsteps walk behind me as though someone's following me. I pick up my pace, then the walking stops. I want to turn around but I know that if I do, something will happen. I make it alive out of the alleyway, I decide to look back seeing that it was a teenager around 15. I sigh in relief and carry on my journey to work.

I arrive to work on time luckily. I open the door having the bell above the door go off and I'm instantly met with the smell of fresh bread and pastries. I walk around the counter into the back, hanging my jacket behind the door. 'Morning Harry.' Shirley chirps with her usual grin on her face.

'Morning Shirley.' I smile back as I grab my apron pulling it over my head and tying it up around the waist. I yawn rubbing my eyes, having Shirley frown at me 'everything alright? You seem tired.'

'Yeah, I haven't been sleeping to well.' I mumble running my hand through my hair and trust me to forget my bandana. I brush my hair back hoping it won't fall on my face but of course it does. I hear Shirley giggles 'you seriously need a haircut, Harry. It's getting beyond control.' She titters.