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HARRY

I AM screwed. Beyond screwed. That creepy stalker guy saw me, and I donʼt even know how much he saw. Heʼll turn me into the police and Iʼll have to leave again; Iʼll have to leave Alice.

Unless, she comes with me? I highly doubt sheʼll abandon everything just to run away with a guy she completely despises, but she hates her life, doesnʼt she? Her awful, no good brother, her horrible friends, her depressionーthe bad outweighs the good, so maybe she would. Maybe she would forget about anything worth keeping here, drop everything, and run away with me. We could be so happy on the run; she has enough money to keep us going, I have my Alter abilities in case we run into trouble, and we have Niall for constant entertainment along the way.

We could get out of here. Hop on a train and let it take us anywhere. Just the three of us. We could be happy. We could be. I could make you feel wanted. Loved.

I will love you, Alice. With everything in me. I love you, God, I love you. I have never loved anybody, but after this short time of knowing you, I just know that I canʼt live without you. Those months of watching you, wanting to touch you and talk to you, Iʼve suffered through them accepting that I was falling in love. If only you loved me, forget the world you live in and escape with me. Oh, Alice.

These are the words I fear I shall never say; what if I donʼt get the chance? What if I do say them, but she rejects me? What then? What would I have left?

I remember the first words she actually said to me: ʻʻFavorite...um...tv show?ʼʼ

Not exactly the most romantic thing in the world, but I wouldnʼt change a single damn thing about it. If itʼs from Alice, itʼs perfect.

Around thirty minutes or so later, I exit the forest. I find myself at the harbour, boats lining the wooden runways. Not many people are here, due to the stormy clouds hovering over our heads. I expect rain, but thatʼs always expected here.

I sigh and pull out my phone, beginning to text Niall: pack your stuff, mate. we may have toー

ʻʻHarry,ʼʼ A deep voice echoes from behind me. I spin around instantly, and of course Mr. Stalker himself is standing casually there. I frown, looking back at my phone with my eyes narrowed.

ʻʻWhat do you want?ʼʼ I spit, not bothering to look at him.

ʻʻWell, see itʼs quite simple what I want.ʼʼ Something about his tone changes; he sounds surprisingly care-free, almost arrogant. I canʼt help but look up to see him smirking at me, his hands in his pockets.

ʻʻWhat?ʼʼ I say.

ʻʻI saw you, in the forest.ʼʼ Iʼm about to yell at him Yeah, no shit? But he takes the words from my mouth, telling me ʻʻYeah, no shit, right? I know you saw me too. And yes, I followed you.ʼʼ

I tuck my phone into my back pocket, realizing something about him is different. The shift in his attitude is intriguingーno, just shocking.

ʻʻIʼm glad I did follow you,ʼʼ He continues with a velvety voice, slowly floating towards me on the heels of his all black converse. His dark painted nails match mine, I realize, as he removes a lighter from his pocket. I expect him to light a cigarette, but I soon notice the art covering the white surface.

ʻʻHey! Howʼd you get myーʼʼ I start but he grabs my wrist and turns it upwards.

ʻʻI donʼt smoke,ʼʼ he grimaces, while dropping my lighter into my palm. I grip it tightly and yank my hand back to my side.

ʻʻWho the hell are you?ʼʼ I gasp, caching away my rightful lighter.

ʻʻWell, who are you?ʼʼ He redirects.

ʻʻWhat do you want from me?ʼʼ I pivot around and walk away angrily, hoping he can take a hint and will just leave me the hell alone. The sooner I get away from this freak, the quicker I can get to Alice and try to convince her to leave the state with me and Niall. But of course he trails behind me.

ʻʻSimple, I want to do what you do.ʼʼ He explains. ʻʻTo so bluntly put, I want to murder with you, Harry.ʼʼ

I stop, and he halts behind me. I spin about, and gawk at the guy. Is he serious? He has to be shitting me. ʻʻYou what?ʼʼ

ʻʻI think you heard me, Harry,ʼʼ He muses with a cocky grin. I hate to admit it, but the bastardʼs charming in a twisted sense.

ʻʻYou, some goth, teenage, band boy with enough rumours on your plate, want the opportunity to further the chance of being caught for your crimes by killing people with the guy you saw maiming innocent girls in the woods?ʼʼ I say coldly.

ʻʻWay to sum it all up.ʼʼ He pauses to balance his elbows against the metal railing lining the cliffside. I am tempted to push him over into the waters below.

ʻʻYeah, no,ʼʼ I tell him, stopping beside him.

ʻʻWhy not? I mean between you and me weʼd make a pretty good team, I say.ʼʼ

ʻʻYouʼre insane,ʼʼ I hiss at him, stepping closer to his body.

ʻʻAnd so are you. We insane brothers need to stick together, donʼt we?ʼʼ He teases, grinning up at me with that classic smile Iʼve gotten too used to.

ʻʻTell me, what would be in it for me?ʼʼ I place my arm next to his, leaning down. His eyes search me for a moment, like heʼs trying to figure me out. When he fails to respond, I shake my head. ʻʻNothing,ʼʼ I stand up, the wind gaining strength as I begin to walk away.

ʻʻHer,ʼʼ He simply says, and I stop dead in my tracks. When I turn back to gaze at him, his once loose posture has grown somewhat stiff, his defined, sharp jaw locked in slight agitation.

I snort. ʻʻBy her do you mean Alice?ʼʼ

ʻʻNo, I mean the Queen of England.ʼʼ He has the audacity to roll his eyes at me, lighting a flame of anger inside of me.

ʻʻYou actually think she gives a shit about you? Sheʼs using you to hurt me, thatʼs all. You mean absolutely nothing to her, you here me? Bloody nothing.ʼʼ When he continues to silently stare out at the dark blue water, I harshly grab his shoulder. He doesnʼt cringe or suggest a hint of a wince as I yank him around to face me. ʻʻYou know nothing about her, she isnʼt yourʼs to be giving away.ʼʼ

He blankly glares into my eyes, barely inches away. His breath fans against my face in a consuming warmth. I watch his lips part as he speaks ʻʻI know how to make her care for you, Harry.ʼʼ His voice is soft and mellow; too calm for the circumstances.

ʻʻHow the hell would you know?ʼʼ I spit as my fists twist into fabric of his black Led Zeppelin T-shirt.

He shrugs nonchalantly. ʻʻIʼm a people person.ʼʼ

I canʼt respond to this. What is he saying? I canʼt consider his absurd offer.

ʻʻNow can you let me go? You smell like homicide and itʼs giving me a killer headache.ʼʼ

My hands untangle from his top, falling lifeless to my sides. Seth chuckles a bit. ʻʻDid you catch my little joke in there?ʼʼ I glare at him, silent. He pats my shoulder as if he were an old friend. Then he leans in against my ear and whispers ʻʻIronic humour, right?ʼʼ

I pause, as he begins to drift away. He strides casually behind me, walking away with his hands in his pockets. ʻʻCall me with an answer. You can get my number out of Aliceʼs phone. I put it in there last night.ʼʼ he calls over his shoulder.

ʻʻLast night...? Wait, wait! You wereーʼʼ I jerk around, but the little goth boy has already vanished along the street, blending in with the walking crowds as they pass by various shops and restaurants along the road.

What a freaking creep. Iʼll kill him, I swear it.

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OKAYYYY SO THIS A FREAKIN SHORT CHAPTER, AM I RIGHT? Heh sorry-.- I'll make it up to you in the next chap^-^

Ali fact: iʼm not goth
iʼm punk rock
like Michael
and Alters Harry

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