Love Hurts { Harry Styles FanFiction }

Chapter 17: " Well that was weird."

Sasha's POV

Dear Diary,

Sigh. Yeah, yeah, I know I haven't informed you on anything in a REALLY long time, but... Hey, I'm only human. A lots been going on. For instance, me and Harry are together now! WOOPIE! Right? Gosh if you actually had feelings, you would most likely be seriously annoyed by the amount of times I question myself. Well, maybe you do have feelings and we just don't know... In that case, I'm... Sorry?

Hmm, what else? Oh yeah, I just got home from a pretty interesting argument. Pain and blood were involved. It mainly involved Blake, Harry, and I. Apparently, Blake and Olivia are now dating. Yay. Oh! Yeah, Garrett was in it too and I guess I'm now suddenly an " obsessive bitch"? Hardy-har-har. It makes me laugh a bit. But, maybe now Blake will leave me alone... Ahh, who am I kidding? That dude likes a challenge. Why me, though? Why does he have to love hurting me so much?

I guess that Harry knew he wouldn't give up either because he's coming over tomorrow to teach me some self-defense. Sounds fun. I've always wanted to learn it I guess. My mom's dating Jeff too. Hmm. Yeah, not so sure on my feelings on that one. I actually forgot about it up until now.

There is 1 more thing that I have to get off my chest... Not sure if I should say though. Whatever, I'll just have to hide you in an extra secretive place from now on. Okay, so I've been getting these... Texts. They know what I'm doing and thinking most of the time. They have access to inside of my house too. They put Ipecac in my hot chocolate. MY HOT CHOCOLATE! You don't do that! I wanted to tell Olivia about it all, but they warned me not to. Not sure why I was so frightened, but I was. They didn't tell me what would happen, but I just guessed that it was 1 of those "or else" situations.

Anyways, yeah, bye, I guess.

Love,

Sasha Aria Tatum.

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Laying down on my bed, I studied my palm. I could still remember the stinging sensation from the slap. I suppose I maybe did hit him a tad hard.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

I looked at my door as it swung open and my mom's head popped in.

" Get ready quick, Harry's already outside waiting."

" Thanks mom." I smiled sweetly.

" He's on the phone now so you have some time. It looks important." She leaned on the door frame.

I supported myself up on my elbows. " How important?"

" He's close to yelling at whoevers on the other side of the line." She frowned.

I cocked an eyebrow and nodded. I stood up and walked to my wardrobe. I pulled out a random outfit and quickly slipped out of my pjs. I threw on a white, flowy tank top and black skinny-jeans. I brushed through my wavy hair. Then, I nearly sprinted to the closest bathroom and squeezed out the toothpaste onto the bristles of my toothbrush. I walked to my room, while brushing, and sat down next to my white converse before I slipped them on too.

I ran back to the bathroom and rinsed out my mouth and washed my face. I pounded down the stairs and pulled on my denim jacket and grabbed my bag.

"Bye Mom!" I called over to her.

" Bye Babe! Oh and if for any reason you run into the new neighbor, don't forget to say 'hello'." She informed.