50 Shades Of Green (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 2

"But muuummm!"

"No!"

"Please can I jus-"

"Do you not understand the word 'no'?" She hissed. I groaned, heading back to my lair, A.K.A my room.

She never understands. I don't even know why I bothered asking in the first place! Its always no, No, NO!

I dived onto my bed, too outraged to do anything more constructive. I could barely breathe since my face was buried in my pillow, but I couldn't care less. I bet my mum wouldn't care either.

"Sweetie?" I heard my mum call. The bed dipped a little, her hand lightly placed on my back.

"Mmm?" I muffled, the tone in my voice made noticeable. I heard a long sigh before her voice began to speak again.

"You know, your dad wouldn't want you going out with some strangers on a Friday night." She stated. I could feel the tears pricking in my eyes, but not wanting to show my emotions I kept my head down. I could feel my mother's soft hands rubbing circles on my back.

Whenever mum bought up this topic, I always felt myself die inside. My dad understood me like nobody else. He was there through my darkest times, the worst of my nightmares, EVERYTHING!

But some idiot with a gun came a long and....

"Noelle, hun? Are you okay?" Her voice cut my thoughts off.

I turned my head a bit so i could breathe, "Just fine mum."

She sighed, pushing herself up from the bed before trudging out the door.

I know i shouldnt of snapped at her but i cant help it when im in a really bad mood. Its just a thing i do.

As i started to drift off into my own little thoughts, i heard a light tap against my bedroom window. I lifted my head, my eyes slowly adjusting to the bright light emitting through the curtains. My eyebrows furrowed, confused if that was my imagination or not.

I groaned, pushing myself from the bed, heading towards the window. I slid the glass open only to be met with a cool breeze. It must be my imagination, i mean it nearly got me killed yesterday.

Just as i was about to close the window, i felt a presence behind me. I spun around to see who it was but nobody stood present in my room, not even a fly.

"So, how are you sweet cheeks?" My heart race picked up. No, it cant be. I clamped both eyes shut, my body slowly turning around.

"Open your eyes." He whispered. I could feel his breath brush agsinst my cheeks. Too scared to get hurt, i opened them. Why couldnt it be my stupid imagination?

(A/N sorry for the super late update!)