ONE BY ONE (One Direction Horror Fanfic)

Chapter Two

I sit up against the wall, failure is all that comes to my mind. This plan was suppose to finish Liam and then I could just move on to the next person. All the possibilities come to my mind as I close my eyes and think for a moment. Would he tell? of coarse he would, he couldn't just come home with a knife in his torso and act like every things normal. Thats when realisation hits me.

My knife.

My fingerprints.

I quickly shot up, being more light headed then normal, feeling my forehead and noticing blood. I needed to find a pay phone, I needed to fix this. Groaning out in pain I force myself  to get out of the alleyway, stumbling as I go. 

Getting out onto the streets and noticing a pay phone across the road, I quickly make my way towards it; closing myself in. 

“Shit” I whisper to myself remembering using all of my money on drinks. 

Yelling out in frustration I bang my hands against the phone. This can't be happening! He’s going to go to the police, Im done for it. To my miracle I heard distance chatter, turning around I see a couple. With my Heart pounding I make my way towards them. 

“Excuse me!” I yell with pleading eyes.

They stop and glare at me in suspicion “Jesus, are you okay?”. 

“Please do you have any change? I just really need to make a call” I ask in desperation. 

“Are you sure? we can take you to the hospital if you want” The girl asks.

I feel frustration raising agin “No!” 

Taking a deep breath, I close my eyes before calming down, “Sorry, but I just need change”. The girl starts to rampage through her bag while the guy keeps his eyes on me, watching my every move. The girl finally brings out a couple of coins before handing them to me.

“Thank you! thank you so much!” 

They smile before walking away, looking back at me a couple of times. I quickly scramble back towards the phone both before putting the money in and praying. 

The phone rings as I wait eagerly.

“Hello?..” I hear his rough voice on the other end, probably woken him up. “ I-Its off..” I stutter feeling myself break. 

I hear him sigh “Eva what are you talking about now”. 

“The fucking plan!..It-It didn't work..he got away!” I shouted. My breathing hitched, the air inside me felt trapped. 

“Eva breath…its okay just talk to me..everything’s going to be okay”. I closed my eyes and relaxed for a moment.

He got away. With my fingerprints.

“Finn please pick me up” I asked in desperation, the plan slowly unfolding in front of me. I hear an angry sigh from the other end. 

“Eva I can’t, its 12 at night and I lost my fucking license the other day for drunk driving”. My fingers clutched the phone tighter, making my knuckles go white. 

“I don't have any money! how any I suppose to get home!”

“Look Eva this was your plan, I told you to fucking leave it until tomorrow, isn't that the reason you applied to the damn school”.

I feel my blood boiling, how could he leave me here?! 

“Finn wait-“Thephone goes to dial, smashing it against the window I feel my head throbbing in agony. Looking around the area was dead, almost eerily like.

The plan failed - and now I had to fix it. 

Stumbling up the stairs with my heals in my hands I finally make it to my apartment, I sigh out with a breath of relief before knocking. “Answer the door Finn” I mutter under my breath.

Finally the door opens to relieve a tall figure, topless with trousers on, pushing past I drop my heels on the ground before ripping my blonde wig off.  Hearing the door slam shut I feel Finn’s presents linger over me. I decided on the silent treatment as a punishment for leaving me stranded. “So you going to tell me what exactly happened?”. 

I push past him heading for the sink to wash the dirt off my hands

“Woah what happened to your head?” Finn continues as he brings his hands to my forehead and moves my face towards his.

I slap his hand away “don't touch me”. Finn narrows his eyes at me “Your over reacting”.

“My fucking fingerprints Finn, MINE” I spit back. In a split second I feel Finns rough hands push me against the wall, his hands digging into my shoulder blades, I wince in pain.

“Don't talk to me like that” He replies roughly. Pushing him off I hold my stance, ignoring my bodies cry for relief and rest. “You never cared about any off this”.

“Im sick of your shit! I can never do anything right” Finn flexes out his arm smashing the glasses on the counter top, “Tell this plan to anyone else, and they’ll put you away for life..” he continued “ But me? No I stayed, and this is what I get?!”. I stayed quiet, knowing he was on the edge - I didn't dare to push him on. 

Finn grabs a knife before slamming it onto the counter, taking his anger out, noticing the veins thrusting through his body. We hold stares for what seems as ages before he slowly closes the gap between us. I force myself to apologise  “..Sorry”.

I didn't mean it, but lying was such an easy excuse. Finn was nothing to me right now, The only propriety in my life was getting the plan back on track, and I need to think about how to get the knife back instead of bickering. 

Finn brought his arms around me. My eyes catching the glistering sliver of the knife stuck in the counter top, while absorbed and sinister thoughts popped in my mind…

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woah so its been like 2 years.....sorry for that guys I kinda forgot the story all togther. Anyways on a bright note, THANK YOU GUYS for voting and everyone of you commenting, I know this was a short chapter but I have a lot planned so dont worry. Ill try to undate soon and thats a promise!!

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