Anonymous ●One Direction Fan Fiction●

(Co-Written With barefootonthebeach)

WARNING: Strong language will accrue, and some inappropriate footage. 

Copyright intended in this chapter. 

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Wind tousled my autumn locks that usually flowed waterfalls beneath my shoulder blades. As it blew past me, I can hear the wind whisper through the dead branches before finally making a disappearance. I tucked my flaming purple fingers into their nest, drooping the attention to the cobble stoned floor. It was a blissful night, the air nipped at my pink runny nose. The floor shook with pedals, kicking them for free entrance. 

I hear puddles being stepped through in the distance. I instantly knew I wasn't alone. "Hello? Is anyone there?" There was no answer. My guard instantly goes up, preparing myself for anything and anyone. "I know you're there." I finally see a tall black figure making its way towards me. "Oh it's just you. I was wondering when you would finally show up."

"You don't intimidate me, Kira. I am a grown man, and you're just a little girl." I slowly walk towards the figure causing the distance between us to disappear. "You should be intimidated." He dipped his hands in his slick pocket, a braid of white cotton lined up. I bit my lower lips in terror, but he draged out a fag and a lighter. He puffed the sticky smell that consumed around me, I knitted my eye browns in confusion. 

"Never knew you smoked?” I clamped my teeth together from the bitterness air I inhaled, folding my arms over my abdomen, generally uncovering my hands under my upper arms.

"And what's it to you." He returned the gesture, mocking my expression.

"Nothing." I say with a snark attitude.

He tosses the cigarette to the side before stepping on it to put it out. "So, why did you call me down here?" With my arms still crossed, I just stare at him with a look of disappointment. "Well what is it?"

I finally speak up. "You know exactly why you're here. Where is it?"

He steps closer to me allowing his face to be just inches away from mine. I can smell the mixture of alcohol and cigarettes in his breath. "Where. Is. What?" He says each word with a short pause in between.

"Playing dumb I see, the money asshole." Inching back from his appearance. Stepping onto the cool, moist grass that crunched at my bare foot. He cackled, his fingers caress onto my fragile skin, lifting the unwanted roots of hair that fell beneath the bridge of my nose. 

"Don't do that." I asked so low, my breathing coming shortly. He didn't hesitate to curl his fingers into the roots of my hair, stretching them out where the curls bounces back into place like a spring.   

I swat his hand away. "I said don't do that." I practically spat on him. "Now quit playing games. Where is it?"

He brings his hands back up towards me. A big smirk appears on his face, stroking the side of my cheek. "Oh poor little Kira. You have no idea what you have gotten yourself into."

What the hell was he talking about, I am a big girl and can handle myself. I once again I hit his hand causing it to fall by his side. "Why are you being so hostile? Can two people not talk any more these days?"

I look at him with a look of confusion. "There is no need to talk. Just hand over the money." I extend my hand with my palms face up, motioning him to give me the money I deserve.

"Aw, you think I was going to give it to you that easy." The wall came in contact with the curve of my spine, shivering. Everything seemed to slow down, the surroundings around me were very peaceful, but the raggedly pumps my pulses brought out was a sickening sensation that was difficult to control.

"What do you mean by that, I don't understand?" His hands larches onto the fabric of my jumper, nesting my left wrist above my head. He smiled devilishly to himself, deflecting a leg to proceed to tangle me with his mind. 

"Sweet, sweet Kira." He swayed his head to the left and right, expressing disappointed. 

"What do you think you're mhmhmmhm" He covers my mouth with his free hand before I can even finish my sentence. I try to free myself by wiggling away, but it was no use. He already has a tight grip on me.

"You brought this upon yourself. You should have just stayed at home and played with your dolls and left this to the big boys." After he said that, anger rushed through me and my adrenaline levels were to their max. I can't even explain what happened next.

His fingertips mingle onto the waste of my stomach, the palms of his hands soon shook me frozen. I had no control of my arms or legs whatsoever. His eye's analysed themselves onto me, leering my blue irises to desire his deeds.

I swooped my arms behind my back, feeling the touch of the dagger. I weakly smiled to myself, clenching tightly around the metal blade, fitted with a black fabric for a handle. 

"Then you leave me with no choice."

●Present Time●

"Kira, it's time to get it up in the morning." What the hell? This guy shouldn't be able to talk at this point. "Got McDonald's just for you." 

"What are you talking about? When the fuck did you get McDonald's?" I step back and examine my surroundings. They are slowing fading around me. "What is going on?" I asked to anyone who is listening.

I sit straight up in my bed, gasping for air. "It's time to get up. It's time to get up!" My alarm is blaring on the night-stand next to me. 

My figure dripped with my body's perspiring. The dream continually resurfaces its way emerging into my brain. I had enough, it seems I can't control what goes on in my brain. 

"Never gets old." I swung my legs over the sheets that were soaking wet from my odour. Slipping my little piggies into some comfortable uggs, in-taking a large amount of air through my wide open mouth, triggering how exhausted I was.

"'Cause you were mine for the summer, now we know it's nearly over feels like snow in September, but I always will remember you were my summer love, you always will be my summer love."

I raise my arms above my head for a quick stretch before going over to my phone. I grab it off the table and unplug it from its charger. Oh look it's a text from ... Simon! Please, please be good news. I shut my eyes, humming words from the quick prayer that were interfering with my lips. 

Kira, I am pleased to tell you that you have gotten the job as One Direction's assistant manager. Please come down to the office at 2 o'clock this afternoon for more information. xx Simon 

I grew even more excited then I should be, springing myself up into the air while the forces between my legs had full Strength to keep them jumping on the surface of my bed. 

The hair that lined up along my arm seem to find their way up, noticing how petrified I seem to deflect towards soothing sounds of my ring tone rattling into my ear drums once again. I stood in awe, capturing the fine puzzling letter of words that spelt out something so chillier; that soon had me mortified....

 Darkest secrets are better kept hidden, undergo will be good reddens.

-Anonymous-