Prologue
My stomach suddenly flipped. Looking around the dinning room I saw my friends and family stop, their pupils dilating in fear. Another shake shot through the ground causing the building to slightly shake. My eyes began to scan the room until they landed on Jenny and Becca. I quickly stood up and ran to where Jenny was, scared stiff and Becca clutched her tummy crying.
I could see in everyone's faces that they were worried for someone; whether it is themselves, family or friends. What about me? Who was that one person running through my head?
Harry Styles.
Just knowing how we had left things. Was I going to die? Would he miss me? Was he thinking of me? I sure as hell was thinking of him... All of these questions pounded through my head and the worst thing was that I may never get answers. I may never get out this house, even if I did, everyone I care about could be stuck here.
A sudden large jolt followed quickly by stronger shaking. Jenny and I (along with everyone else) fell to the floor. A choir of screams ran through the building. We clung onto each other's arms and crunched our eyes closed. This is all a dream, none of this is happening.
Pieces of the celling met the floor, bookshelves tipped over spilling all their contents onto the floor, doors were trying their hardest not to give in, and windows smashed furiously raining glass. The torture lasted for the longest minute of my life.
Once it was over the silence was almost deafening.
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FanfictionHe places the hand-rolled cigarette between his plum lips as he watches her walk into the school. She was the typically perfect 'it' girl; and he was just scum.
