Different.

6

Okay so before I start the next chapter I just wanted to thank all of my readers. I was nervous when I published the first chapter, but you guys are so supportive and truly make me happy. Whatever you might be going through right now will get better, so don't give up now. Life is just getting started. I hope you all have a great day, xox

Violet.

After an long talk of attempting Ali how she was just being delusional, I dropped her off at home. My mum had to go on a call at the hospital, so I would be alone for a few hours.

The thunder outside was roaring, almost shaking the house. But storms excite me. They put me in a good mood. My mum always thought it was the weirdest thing that I was never scared of storms, but I never have been. I love the idea of having rainy days. With a big blanket, and movies. Sort of childish, but they bring back some great memories.

I decided to dress more comfortable, and put on a grey t shirt along with yoga pants. I do this almost everyday when I come home after school. I normally do yoga, or some sort of stress-relieving workout. After a long 8 hours of sitting uncomfortably in wooden desks really sucks, so coming home is like walking into heaven.

I decided on some yoga, and brought my mat and bluetooth speaker into my room. I flattened out the mat, and turned on the speaker. I then shuffled my 'yoga' playlist and began to do some stretches. In the middle of my downward dog, I heard my phone begin ringing.

Hesitantly, I stretched my arm over to my phone to check the caller ID.

Unknown

I pressed the answer button, curious of who the caller was.

"Hello?"

I heard breathing on the other end. The eerie sound was filling my ears, sending shivers up my arms.

"Who is this?"

With still no response, I decided to end the call. Before I could get my finger on the end button, I heard a deep voice finally speak up on the other end.

"You look really hot doing yoga."

With that the caller hung up, leaving me speechless. I don't know what to do. My mum is on a call, I won't bother her. Ali's ten minutes away, and her car isn't starting.

A lightbulb went off in my head. I grabbed the phone book out of the cabinet, and began searching.

Sayers, Smiths, Styles. Bingo.

Dialing the number, I heard a female voice speak through the other line.

"Hello?"

"Hi," I paused for a second, hesitantly continuing, "may I speak to Harry please?"

"Um yeah, sure. Give me a second."

I heard muffling on the other line, I'm guessing she was searching for Harry. After about 30 seconds I finally heard the deep, raspy voice speak.

"Hello?"

"Hey Harry."

"Violet?"

"Yeah it's me," I took a deep breath, "Harry I'm home alone and someone's watching me. I got a call from an unknown number, and they saw me doing yoga because he said-"

"I'm on my way." He hung up.

Oh my god did I really just do this? He probably think I'm a weakling and need him to come save me from whatever the hell's going on. That's definitely not the greatest impression.

Within two minutes there was a knock on the door. I ran and opened it, relief flooding my body.

"Are you okay?" He asked quickly, obvious he was out of breath.