paint it black [h.s]

[five] dates

-Harry-

There was, at that moment, I finally felt something. I felt hurt. I've never felt hurt. I don't think I've ever been hit with this kind of emotion. I think it has something to do with her. Her. There was something about her. She was scared, I could tell. But, I could also tell the way I made her feel. And I could make her go crazy. I could make her fall for me, regardless of my actions.

"Excuse me?" I said, somewhat shocked. She leaned back in her chair, thinking she defeated me.

"A murderer. You were going to kill that man. At Phoenix a few weeks ago."

"You must have me mistaken.  I would never kill anyone."  I demanded.  She leaned back in her chair, although I could tell she was scared.  "I will meet you here at seven." I stared at her, and left.

I don't think I've ever felt this way.
-Stella-

His cold stare while he walked away intrigued me. I decided it was a better idea to follow his orders than to completely ignore him. He seems dangerous, and I was terrified.

After he left, I decided to open my journal once again.  I began to write whatever came to my mind, from my heart.

The words started pouring onto the page and I couldn't control them.  My pain was scribbling, doodling, and writing all over.  I read it over once more...

This poem is about him. I didn't even realize until I'd read it to myself.  Confused as to why I was writing about him, I closed my book, leaving the drink on the table, and walking out the door. 

When I got home, it was about 10:56 am. My parents were awake.

"Stella, where were you?" My mum started as I walked through the door, although, I couldn't tell if she was mad or just curious. 

"I was at the coffee house," I said, "I left a note in the kitchen."  I guess they were too tired to even notice. Mum didn't say anything.

"Uhh..mum?" I started.

Her back turned towards me, to make some sort of breakfast. "Yes dear?"

I wasn't sure how to tell her I had a date tonight. I wasn't sure if she'd even let me go. But knew I had to. I was extremely terrified of the consequences from this unknown stranger if I didn't obey his orders.

"Can I go out tonight?" I asked, nervously,

"Where to?" Her back still turned to me.

"A restaurant, with a friend, at seven."
Yeah sure, Stella. A friend.

"Be back home before curfew."

I was quite surprised she didn't question me more, but I was relived that she didn't.

-Harry-
I tried to make my way to my flat after my whole experience with Stella.  Stella. Her name repeated in my mind.  I kept picturing her, laughing with her friends, laying so close to me, being so afraid of me.  She made her way into my mind and never left, and I had no idea what to do. I've never had this sort of feeling before. The rush. The rush I get when I think of her, when I see her. And I hardly know her.

Instead of going to my flat, I found myself walking up Niall's driveway.  Looks as if Louis and Liam had gone there after the party. 

I opened the front door I noticed Niall in the chair with a cigarette, looking pissed off as usual, and Louis and Liam arguing over some FIFA game. 

"Styles, where ya been?" Niall managed to get out in between puffs of smoke.  I walked over and plopped myself into another chair. 

"Went home this morning.  Sobered up, which is what you should be doing right now."  Niall simply rolled his eyes and took a swig of some drink next to him. 

"I..I need to talk to you guys about something," I started.  Louis paused the game and they all looked, for once, somewhat concerned for me. 

"What's up?" Liam leans back in the couch.

"I have a plan."  The devil in my mind consumed me.  The boys smirked to each other, expecting something.

"Let's rob HSBC." HSBC was the largest bank located in London, and I had the perfect plan to get away with it. More money, more drugs, more everything for us.

The boys exchanged looks, then nodded their heads to me as if telling me they are on board.

The day went by consisting of FIFA, and a few drinks and it was nearly seven now. I thought about the girl. Stella. I get to meet her soon. Maybe I should clean up a bit.

In the time of five minutes, I managed to leave, get to my flat, and change clothes. 

It was now seven, my hair was ruffled, and I managed to put on my black shirt, with black pants and my black boots, and a black trench coat over it all.

I made my way down the streets and to the coffee shop. It was exactly seven when I got there, and she was no where to be seen. Figures.

I slouched against the wall by the door, constantly checking my phone for the time.

It wasn't until 7:10 that the back door opened. It was her, and she looked so beautiful, my breath hitched.
"You are incapable of love.  You do not deserve this."
The voice in my head spoke such harsh words to me.  I was no longer getting pleasure from it; and I needed it out.

-Stella-
I spent an hour trying to find an outfit. I managed to find my grey long sleeve and a pair of black leggings with white shoes .  Afterwards, it was now time for my hair and I had put it in a pony-tail.  My personal favourite way. 

After I'd finished with everything, with light makeup, it was seven.  And it was time to meet Harry.

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A/N
Hey yallllll sorry i haven't updated but I've been going through a really rough time at school and certain people have been really close and have been helping me through it all so I hope you enjoy this short chapter :)
Xx Natalie
(I didn't read over this chapter so soz for any mistakes)