He's The One

I was running through the woods. Faster. I tried to motivate myself, but to no avail. I heard the cracking of sticks closer behind me. I was breathing heavily, trying to escape the horror that was trying to catch me like I was it's prey. I screamed when I felt something grab my elbow. It had an iron-like grip and pulled me back and threw me to the ground. 

"There's no escaping now Sweetheart." I screamed and looked straight into the thing's face. It was just as nasty as I pictured it. Blood running down it's face, a determined look in it's eyes that showed it was impossible to negotiate a way out of my death sentence. The thing held a knife above it's head, ready to strike at me. I closed my eyes and prepared for the amount of pain that  I knew was coming. I screamed when I felt a sharp pain enter my abdomen. 'Stop!' A voice screamed. But it wasn't mine. 

I sat up immediately in bed, sweat pouring down every part of my body, breathing heavily. Thank God it was just another dream. I had been having these dreams where I'm running away from someone or something, rather and when it catches up to me, it kills me. It stabs me in the same spot every time and I always wake up right after a distant voice hollers 'Stop!' I can't figure out whose voice it is. It's raspy, deep, but I've never heard it anywhere in my life. 

I looked at the clock on the nightstand to my left. 6:43 it read. I sighed and flung the blanket off my bare legs. I put a foot down on the soft plush carpet. I felt the fabric squish in between my toes. I put the other foot down and stood up, nearly falling. I sat back down on the bed, my legs feeling like jelly. I slowly stood up again, and finally stepped onto the cold hardwood mahogany floor. I stopped to look at my reflection in the mirror, disgusted with the way my hair looked like a rat's nest, and quickly put it up into a messy bun. I was staying home today, not feeling like being my social-able self. I gingerly walked to my kitchen, unhappy to be up this early. I opened the cabinet to find a jar of nutella. I smiled, took it out and grabbed a spoon on my way to the living room. I searched for the remote and after 2 minutes, I finally found it tucked away underneath the couch. I pulled it out and flicked through the channels. Finally, I found the program 'Friends' and rested the remote on the coffee table in front of my. I pulled me legs up and set them comfortably on the couch. I opened the jar of sweet hazelmut spread and stuck the spoon in it, swirling it around. I stuck the sweet substance into my mouth, letting my tongue gently lick off the chocolate. Suddenly my doorbell rang.  I rose from the couch, setting my nutella on the coffee table, and strode to the door. I unlocked the lock and opened the door, revealing a tall framed boy, with chocolate brown locks and bright green orbs for eyes. 

"Hello Love. I hear you need a job?" I stood there, with my jaw dropped to the floor. It's not everyday a job knocks at your door. Literally. 

"Uhm. Yeah. I need a job. Do I know you?" His voice sounded incredibly familiar. 

"No, but I know you. I'm Harry. Harry Styles." He held out his hand for me to shake. I slowly extended my hand.

"I'm Megan, Megan Anderson." 

"Oh I know. You know, you're so much more beautiful in person." He winked and smirked cheekily. Oh boy, what was I about to get myself into? I looked down at what I was wearing and realized I was only in my Dark brown Ramones shirt and no pants. Immediately and bright red blush flushed my cheeks. 

"I'll be right back." 

"Love, I don't mind." 

"Well I do. Uh, make yourself at home, I mean, if you want." I opened the door further, allowing him entrance into my small flat. I ran up the stairs as fast as I could and found a pair of  black skinny jeans. I slipped them on and looked back into my reflection in the mirror. I realized that I had bags underneath my eyes. I shrugged, knowing I had no time to apply make-up with Harry downstairs waiting for me. I rushed down the stairs and found Harry's shining eyes looking at a photo of my mother father and I from a few years ago. 

'So, what's the job offer?" I asked, breaking the trance he seemed to have while studying the picture. 

"Come, let's sit and talk about it." I gave a slight nod and led him to the living room, where I still had my nutella sitting upon the coffee table. He smirked and sat down on the opposite end of the couch.  He stared into my eyes. As I stared back, I got lost in his beautiful green eyes. 

"I want you to work for me as a maid." I knit my eyebrows together. 

"Your maid? Why do you need a maid?"

"Reasons. You wouldn't be any typical maid. You'd be a very... special maid." He had a certain devious smirk on his face. He looked into my eyes again. I too a deep breath, debating the pro's and con's in my head. 

Let's see:

Working with a stranger, doing strange things he won't tell me about unless I accept the offer, I need a job, sure, why not? 

"Yes. I'll take the job." I said, after taking a deep breath.

"Excellent." His eyes roamed my body before he stood back up. "I'll send a car to pick you up with your things, seeing as you shall live with me, around 3 o'clock. Okay?" I nodded and followed him to the door. He pecked my cheek and strode off down the hallway, and as he walked down the stairs, I could hear his leather boots stomping with each step he took.