Yet again I've tossed and turned all night long. The text that the hooded guy sent me last night has really gotten to me. The text has been playing on my mind 'Everything will be more clearer tomorrow my love, it may be a bumpy ride but I'll soon sweep you off of your feet. See you tomorrow my love.'
What the hell does he even mean by this? How can it possibly be more clearer tomorrow? Well, today, anyway I'm just super confused by everything. With him but also with the fact that today has been waiting as Josh said, today's gonna be a big day because of an ''exam'' but there has to be more this. I grab my phone from off of my night stand, turning it on to check the time. I throw my phone towards the end of the bed.
I sigh, rubbing my face roughly with my hands before throwing back my duvet, swinging my legs to the side and standing up. I stretch and yawn as I make my way towards the bathroom. I walk into the bathroom closing and locking the door behind me. I turn the shower on to heat up, before I step in, letting the hot water bounce off of my skin. I can just sense today is going to be long and eventful day.
I exit the shower grabbing a towel from off of the towel rack, wrapping it around my waist. Unlocking my bathroom door, I go back into my room. I stand in front of my wardrobe grabbing a pair of black ripped skinny jeans, a white plain T-shirt and a light blue denim shirt. I go back into the bathroom to sort my hair out by just tying it back with a bandana.
My phone rings on my bed but I just ignore it. I brush my teeth then leave the bathroom, grabbing my phone, keys and bag then head down the stairs towards the kitchen. I glance at the clock seeing that it's 8:30.
I frown as Liam's normally here by now, if not earlier as he normally wakes me up. I grab my phone from off of the table seeing a missed call from Liam.
I unlock my phone, tap on the phone symbol and call him back. It rings and rings and he doesn't pick up. I don't see why he didn't, he called like 10 minutes ago.
I place my phone back down on the table, standing up and walking towards the fridge and grab a bottle of water. I open it taking a gulp of the cool liquid. I hear my phone buzz on the table. I grab my phone unlocking it. Great, it's unknown.
'Hey, today's that day! Not long till we finally meet and we can be together xxx'
What the fuck? I don't wanna meet him or be with him. Why would I wanna be with someone that's put many lives in danger? I most certainly don't wanna be.
I'm interrupted by my phone ringing and Liam's name flashing on the screen. I swipe answer. 'Hey Liam, where are you?'
'Erm... Yeah, about that...'
'What about that?' I ask as I sling my bag over my shoulder. I hear muffled talking in the background. I try to make out what they're saying but I can't quite hear them.
'How can I put this without it coming out too strong?' I think he asks himself more than to me. 'J-just get here asap.' Before I can even respond he hangs up.
I pull my phone away from my ear, well that was odd. Why was he so panicked to ask me a question which probably isn't even that important?
I sigh as I make my way out of the house, closing and locking the door behind me. I spin around and make my way down the street towards the sixth form. As I edge closer to the sixth form I see Liam pacing back and forth nervously.
I narrow my eyes, why is he so nervous? I wonder. I cross the road making sure to look both ways. I walk closer towards Liam, tapping his shoulders slightly, he jumps turning around to meet my gaze. 'Hey Li.' I beam.
But he just stares at me as though he's seen a ghost. 'Hi, er Haz.'
'What's that matter?' I ask him. He looks everywhere but me. Why is he being shifty? He opens his mouth to speak but is replaced by someone else 'hey guys.' I turn slightly seeing Josh with a smile on his lips.
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Stalker (Harry Styles)
FanfictionHave you ever had a feeling or felt as though you're being watched every hour, minute, second of everyday? Or have the feeling that someone out there knows more about you than yourself? Or having the feeling of someone's eyes boring into the back of...