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Chapter 8

Harry Styles is such an adorbs human being ugh

"Ms. Sinclair?" I hear Mr. Smithson say as I was packing my bags. The bell has just rung and it was free period. I was supposed to hang around with Harry for some explaining to do, but Mr. Smithson wanted to have a word with me.

"Yes, sir?" I ask warily as I walk to him.

"Your essay about Mr. Styles is pretty, impressive" he says walking around. He closed the doors and that was when I knew I had to get my guard up. It was just me and him "have you ever though about considering a writing career?"

"Well, before all this writing has always been my thing, sir" I grit my teeth as he circles me like a raven "but no, not yet at least."

"Hmm." He hums as he takes a lock of hair in between his fingers. I tighten my hold around my books "what a shame. Such good writing skills all for naught. What about some private teaching then?" He whispers in my ear.

"I'm sorry sir but I am not interested" I say.

He chuckles and holds me tightly, my back to his chest as he covered my mouth. My eyes widen. "Don't scream, this'll be over soon."

Fuck, fuck fuck fuck!

Of course I get raped the day I decided to not wear my fucking mic!

He sniffs me like a dog and I shivered in disgust. "Oh you smell so fucking good" he left sloppy kisses in my neck and I let out a disgusted whimper.

Why can't I move? I could easily snap his neck but I was too stunned to fight. I closed my eyes and felt the tears stream down my cheeks.

I let out a gasp when the door was kicked open.

"Don't fucking touch her!"

Luke?

Mr. Smithson's hold on me was released and I was a sobbing heap on the floor. Luke, Luke, Luke, Luke, fucking Luke!

I was hit with a train of emotions and nostalgia. Luke Luke Luke Luke all that's running through my head was Luke and how this seemed so familiar. Like the night I first saw him.

But this can't be Luke. Luke is in daggerhorn, and is dead.

I cover my ears. I think I'm going crazy. My mind was mayhem and my emotions were through the roof. I just want it to stop.

Why can't I have a normal life?

A year ago my life was shitty but simple, why couldn't it have stayed that way?

I look up and saw a familiar sight. My savior was beating Mr. Smithson and he didn't exactly look human as he did it.

"Don't fucking go near her again you sick motherfucker!" He mumbles in a deep voice and gave one last jab to his jaw. "You don't remember a single shit when you wake up, okay?!" He let go of Mr. Smithson's crumpled shirt as he was a bloody heap on the floor.

I look up at my savior and nearly faint.

Luke?

No, Harry.

Green eyes were glowing right back at me and fangs and elongated nails. Fuck fuck fuck this is so similar.

"H- Harry" I stutter and he takes me by the arm and lets me ride on his back, I hold on to his neck.

"I'll explain later we need to go before someone sees me like this," he said in an extremely deep and demonic voice as he began to ran really quick and smashed the window.