Watching you ( William whatever his last name is )

Pt 1: Mister hide behind

William -

It's like she wanted me to watch her. The little things she did, leave her location in the caption of a picture every other day, or leave the gap in her curtains at night. This time were on the train. She has her hair up in a loose bun, and a perfectly fitted dress hugs her body immaculately. She looks around and almost catches me staring, so I duck behind another woman standing in the car. I remember last time. Last time we were in the park, last time she saw me. She saw me lurking behind the trees surrounding the park. Like this time, I hid behind one of them. Our train jolts to a stop, and I feel myself drooling over the thought of her, the way she was so easy, the way she was mine and she didn't even know it. She stands up to leave and I hesitantly persue. What if she recognises me ? Following her out of the train station, I can see all the better how beautiful she looks.

She walks towards her house, I know the route like the back of my hand. She fumbles with her keys and I sneak through the broken fence panel into her yard. By the time I get in, I hear the door click shut and her keys land on the side table. I sit back into a wall of flowers against the fence, her bedroom light flickers on. It's slowly getting darker, she must be going to bed soon. She never stays up late, another of those things she does for me. Standing up from the bushes, I walk cautiously towards her window. Her room is on the lower floor, Making it easy to get to. Looking in, I see her rummage through her closet and pull out a set of pyjamas. She starts getting changed and I pull out my phone, I need her so badly. I take a picture of her, but the flash goes off. Shit.

Y/n -

I saw a light flash outside. I hope it was him. The man who watched me at the park. The man who followed me on the train. Him. He's tall, 6 foot at least, and he's hot, Really fucking hot. I look outside and strain my eyes with the dark, it is. I can make out his sturdy figure and broad shoulders sitting, crouched in my garden. I couldn't help but smile. Isn't he perfect ? He stands up and runs towards the back of the house. I quickly opened the door and stepped out. I opened my mouth to call for him, only to realise I didn't know his name. " Hello ? " Nobody answered. I heard a rustling from the side of the building, and I ran towards it, slowing myself about half way. " Mister ? Are you there ? " My breath hitched as I felt a cold hand cover my mouth, and another hold my waist " looking for me doll ? " He whispered.