My Sister's Boyfriend (A Harry Styles Fanfic)

The Living Nightmare (Ch 4)

I looked into his bright emerald eyes, “I love you Harry.”

            He looked at me with disgust. He laughed, “How could I ever love you? You are the most disgusting thing I have ever seen. I could never love someone like you.”

            Jess came up and shoved me to the ground. I landed in the mud, splattering all over me. “He has me now. How could you ever think you had a chance with him? This is where you belong.” She sneered. She held a knife in her hand. She handed to Harry. “You want to do the honors, baby?”

             He smiled, taking the knife from her. He crashed his lips to hers. I tried to look away, but it was like I was frozen. He broke away, turning towards me “With pleasure.”

            He raised the knife and plunged into my chest….

            I woke up screaming my head off. Louis came running into the room. I stopped screaming and started sobbing. He came over to me and wrapped me in his arms.

            “Shh Allie, its okay it was only a dream.”

            But it wasn’t, I might not have been stabbed literally, but that it was what it felt like. I was living my nightmare and there was no way out. My poor mangled heart. I was pathetic, crying over a boy who didn’t even care. And that was what hurt the most, knowing that I could never have him. I hiccupped. I wiped the tears from my face and I looked Louis in the eye.

            “Lou, am I pathetic? Am I, for loving someone I knew I could never be with?”

            Pain filled his eyes. “Allie you are not pathetic. You will never be.”

            In that moment I believed him, but then my dream and their kiss flashed through my mind. He was wrong. I rested my head on his shoulder.

            “How about some breakfast?” He asked.

            “I’m not very hungry.”

            “Allie, you need to eat something. Now you are going to get ready while I make breakfast and you are going to eat it.”

            “Ha really now, you cook?” I looked at him with disbelief.

            Feigning hurt, “Are you saying I’m a terrible cook? Allie, how could you? Now my dreams of being Top Chef are over.” He cried, putting his head in his hands. I giggled. He looked up and smiled, “Go get ready.”

            I went to the bathroom and took a shower. The water pounded on my back, relaxing me and for a moment I forgot all my troubles. Too soon, it was time for me to get out. I stepped out and wrapped a huge towel around myself. I looked down at my clothes. Crap what am I going to wear? I went to the door and opened it enough to stick my head out. I looked down the hallway for any sign of Louis.

            “Louis!” I yelled.

            His head popped up from around the corner. “What is it?”

            I felt my cheeks start to burn. “Umm do you have any clothes I can wear?”

            “Oh.” He walked over to the bathroom door. He looked me right in the eye and his eyes darkened, “You’re just going to have to go home naked!! Muhahahah!!!”

            I grabbed a brush off the counter and threw it at him. He dodged it while laughing his ass off.

            “Lou seriously what am I going to wear?