Devilish || Harry Styles ||

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It's 4:39 on a Friday evening.

And I'm bored.

Stella is in Cincinnati with her cousins, reason why she didn't come to my house, and Kaycee is with her boyfriend probably doing God knows what.

And I'm here, sitting on my bed staring at the ceiling. Just counting all the little lines.

448. That's how many I've counted so far. I'm not even halfway done.

That's when my phone rings. It sounds like a tiny little ting, like a small bell.

That's when I know I've received a text message.

Mom: I'm at the store with Evan. Do you need anything?

Evan is Mom's boyfriend. He's a 9 years younger than her..but he makes her happy, so it's all good I guess. I like him.

Eva: chocolate and tampons. oh! make that dark chocolate ;)

Mom: Lol! Okay Eva. Chocolate and tampons. Got it. See ya in a bit, love you.

Eva: love you, mom.

I can't stand to tell my mom that I love her in person. But somehow it doesn't bother me through text.

Another ting. Like a little tiny bell.

Anonymous: Be careful. He wants you.

Eva: who is this?

What the actual hell?

Anonymous: He can't control himself..he needs you.

Eva: okay, i'm tired of this shít. mind telling me who the fück you're talking about? :) and who you are..?

20 minutes later.

No response.

I'm so tired of this. I can't handle everyone telling me to be careful. It's ridiculous..who the fück are they even talking about?

It's creeping me out.

I don't like it.

3 knocks on the front door downstairs.

Must be Mom and Evan.

But why are they knocking? They should just walk in..it's their house.

Fück it.

I'm going downstairs. I need those tampons and chocolate bad.

My bare feet try to step lightly down the creaky steps. This house isn't the newest.. I don't want to make too much noise.

2 more knocks.

Just walk in already!?

I look out the living room bay window.

There's nobody.

Not a single fücking soul.

So who was knocking? Oh my god..this is some creepy horror movie shít. I never thought I'd be living in one.

What if it's that one person that was texting me?

I take the risk and step outside. I grab a coat from the hallway closet first since it's chilly and windy.

I open the door and step out from the screen window.

I look around before yelling, "Helloo?!"

No response. Just the sound of the wind rustling the leaves on the trees.