My Stalker Love.....

Chapter 5.

Harry POV

I tensed at her question. The only reason I knew her name is because I have been watching her. She was nothing to me at first. Just another hot girl at a party I threw, to remind myself I didn't care about anyone anymore since her, because I didn't. My heart was gone and replaced by, what felt like, a robotic machine beating just to keep me alive, holding no emotion, no pain , no happiness, no sorrow, no pity, and no concern, but they way Lottie avoided the center, her impulsive need to constantly pull down her dress, which she obviously didn't pick out, drew me in. She was intriguing. It wasn't until my other side. My dark side that had been created by the horrible reality that was Jasmine. My former one true love. She was my everything. I was her faithful boyfriend. Never questioning all of her guy friends, how late she stayed out, how many times she came home drunk, how many times she came home wearing different clothes. I never questioned any of it, I was too desperately inlove with her to notice the light, that was once in her eyes, was diminished. Her smile, that could make even the most angry person as giddy as a child on christmas morning, had darkened. The way she made love to me, once so gentle and sweet, had roughened. The way she said I love you, words once holding so much meaning my heart was overwhelmed with so much love it brought me to my knees, was cold and empty. A once beautiful song that had been overplayed to her. A poem that was once exciting to recite, had lost it's spark. Jasmine was done with me, long before I knew. So I turned to drugs, alcohol, and hung out with the wrong crowd, but who the fuck cares? No one loves me, no one will ever love me, I'm the most unlovable person now. Sure, if someone would've ran into me 4 years ago. I would've been the most kindest boy you would've ever known. Disgusting to think about now. Since if you ran into me today, you would think I was the most fucked up person you will ever know. That's more like it, and now, my lust has grown for this hot chick. I will draw her in. That's my specialty. Her personality intrigues me, yet disturbs me. So once I draw her in, make her feel safe. I will do what I always do. Fuck up and destroy any good that's in my life. She's obviously not anything more than a lust fueled challenge, and either way, no matter how long it takes. I will diminish her light that way Jasmine diminished mine. She's weak , it won't take much. "As long as you don't fall involve." My subconscious reminds me.

I quietly chuckle to myself. Love. That word has lost all meaning to me. It's a foreign word to use with meaning. Now I use the word love on a daily basis to woo women. The ladies love to hear that. Gives them some type of false safe net? Maybe with other guys. I'm the one safe net that has the biggest hole, you think I'll be able to catch you, but you'll just fall right through. I won't even notice you're falling.

"What's so funny?"

I looked up. Her dazzling voice ringing in my ears, snapping me out of my head.

"Huh?"

"You just laughed." She huffed.

She was mad. It was adorable. Wait. What? Did I just?

"Hello? Earth to Harry?"

The way she said my name gave me an unfamiliar feeling. I ignored it and immidiatly felt the usual burn I got when I was irritated. Like I said, the familiar burn.