An old man??
AN OLD MAN???
Well I'm confused. This old man seemed to be on the verge of dust, white spits of hair, back so hunched he could be mistaken for a right angle ruler, glasses hitched between his wrinkled eyebrows and a little shake to his step.
"Just locking up dear" he says in a rusty voice. I am dumbfounded, I can't do anything but nod. He closes the door and i hear a lock.
"WHAT??" I scream as i sit there in complete confusion. I feel something scrape my shoulder and jump back but it's just Harrys hand as he swings slowly back and forth.
Okay calm, this is all some weird dream or prank...... Right?
Getting up and walking to what i think is the door feeling the cool surface of a handle and gripping it but what da you know, the old bag locked it.
I can't hear anything so this door.... Room has to be sound proof. Walking back to Harry i plonk myself down and wait for the best. My mind is blank, I don't know what to do.
-meanwhile-
Harry pov*
She's still asleep? Is she dead? I poke her and she farts...... Lovely. Well time to get the bucket of water.
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Bwahahaha bet i scared you all. But guess what? HES ALIVE!! Sneaky sneaky
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Mated to Zayn Malik (werewolf/1D fan fiction)
Fanfictionwerewolves, mates, one direction?? What else could a raging directionor want??
