Stalker (Harry Styles)

Chapter One

I promise to make this story as original as possible but it really isn't that easy if people think I'm copying someone else. I swear I've never copied a story before and I don't intend to.

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Chapter One:

When you're living alone in a big house with only your crazy mother to care for you is a bit scary. You never know when someone could climb through your window and you could be screaming for help but no one would come. Not even your mother. My mother is as crazy as I say she is. Ever since my father was murdered in front of us, she's been talking to nobody in particular. At times she would strike up a random conversation and I would think she was talking to me. She stares at the wall for hours, not saying anything or moving. It scared me really. But that was just the way she is. Everyone tells me I should send her away to a place where they would help her but I'm never capable of doing such thing. After all, she was still my mother.

Mum never cooked. The last time she tried cooking herself a meal she nearly burned the whole house down. So I'm usually the one who does all the cooking. Looking after a sick woman can be a bit difficult. You can't let them out of your sight in case they did something stupid. It was like watching a small child who doesn't fully understand how things work and get caught up in some sort of trouble. Mum was like that.

"Jane," Scarlett, my best friend, said as we walked to her house after school. "You're really quiet today."

I'm a loud person, believe it or not. But I'm probably the clumsiest person alive. I ruin everything I touch or do. Last year I was helping my chemistry teacher wash some beakers and ended slipping and breaking every single one. Paying for all of them wasn't any better either. Besides clumsy, I was also a loser. Well, I wasn't exactly popular but I wasn't a total loser either. I had friends. They were all beautiful and looked like they belonged with the Preps. I wasn't exactly beautiful though I considered myself pretty or cute.

"I'm just really tired today," I mumbled, running a hand through my dark brown hair. I had a single blue highlight in it that matched the color of my eyes. "I think I'll head home instead."

Scarlett looked disappointed. I guess she was really looking forward to our girl's night out. It's not that I didn't want to go but I really was tired. My energy has been running low today and my stomach felt upset. I've only felt like this once and it was the day my father died. Knowing it was the same feeling, I also felt scared. What if something happened to my mum while I was away at school? No, she's with Doria, a middle-aged lady who watched my mum every time I went out. I couldn't just leave her alone!

"Okay. I'll see you tomorrow?" Scarlett asked and I nodded. We waved good-bye and I turned left while she went right. The walk to my house was long and it was starting to get dark out. I didn't have a car because mum and I couldn't afford one. The old one we had broke down months ago but I never got it fixed.

It was a bit chilly out today. I pulled my sweater closer to my body, ducking my head to block the wind on my face. It started to get colder, and colder until I could practically see my own breath. I shivered as I passed a dark alley, not looking in it. Just as I was a few steps away, I heard laughter and footsteps following me. I didn't look back, afraid of what I might see. Something hard hit me on the back, an explosion of pain shooting up my spine. I stopped instantly and whirled around.

They had thrown a bottle at me.

They howled with laughter and threw another one at me. This time I dodged it. I started to walk away again when someone gripped my forearm and shoved me hard against the brick wall of a building. I trembled with fear as I looked up at the scary face of the guy. He grinned at me, flashing me a row of large, yellow teeth. His breath hit my face, the smell causing my stomach to churn. It smelled like beer, cigarettes, and mold. His friends laughed at him as he began kissing my neck with his gross lips.

"Please," I begged, tears falling down my face. "Stop."

His large hand trailed down my arm, my side, and slowly came to a stop between my legs. He undid my button and slowly slid his hand down.

"Stop!" I shouted, the tears coming down like waterfalls now. He only laughed along with his friends. I closed my eyes, not wanting to look into the dull green color of his eyes.

All of a sudden, I heard screams and shouts from my attacker's friends but I didn't dare open my eyes to see. The guy holding me prisoner was ripped of me with a quick jerk and all I heard was him scream once then silence. I waited until I didn't hear anything else before slowly opening my eyes.

They were gone.

"What are you doing out here alone?"

I jumped. The deep voice came from someone but I didn't see them anywhere. I pressed myself against the wall breathing hard.

"I asked you a question," came the voice again. It was a male, a species I've always had trouble communicating with.

I swallowed. "I-I-I was walking home... from school."

There was a chuckle. "You should've gone with Scarlett."

My pulse quickened. Did he mean Scarlett? How did he know our plans? I squinted into the darkness, the only light around was a single street lamp. The others didn't work anymore because kids would throw rocks at it, busting the bulb. My eyes widened as two bright green orbs became visible. They glowed like cat eyes. I became scared, thinking it was the same guy who attacked me. But then I remembered his eyes were a dull color. I tried getting a better look at the face of the person who saved me, but all I could see were his eyes.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"You should go home now," he said, ignoring my previous question.

"But-"

"Go. I'll watch you."

He'll watch me? Who did this creep think he is? I stood there for a moment then sped down the road. I heard his laughter as I ran all the way home. I was in pain and my jeans were still unbuttoned but I didn't care. I wanted to get away from whoever it was. The question running through my mind was how he knew Scarlett. Was he stalking us? Or was he one of Scarlett's friends? I ran up the porch, skipping a step at a time, unlocked my door, and went in. I slammed the door shut and ran around the house to close all the curtains. He said he would be wtatching me and I didn't want him looking through the windows. Being the curious girl I am, I lifted one of the curtains up, just enough to peek outside and noticed a figure standing at the end of the driveway. Again, his green eyes were the only things visible about him. A cold shiver ran through my body as he lifted a hand and waved, a smirk clearly seen. I closed the curtain again and slid down the wall. I brought my knees to my chest, put my head down, and shut my eyes.