Chapter Three

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I bought three books and payed quickly after Harry had left. He left me standing there so confused, wanting to know why. Wanting to know more about him. He's a stranger, but I feel as if I've known him forever. I walked back out of the secret door, locking it behind me as it shut behind. The black Audi was still parked there, and I felt as if the owner was sitting there, staring at me.

I hopped into my car, immediately starting the engine. As mine came to life, so did the Audi.. I pulled out, heading towards my house. Every motion I did, the Audie did also. I turned left for my drive and so did the Audie. It was starting to freak me out.

As I pulled into my driveway the black car stopped on the opposite side of the road, shutting the engine off as it did. I stared in my rearview mirror to try and get a good luck as the stranger rolled down his window. It was Harry and some other guy. He winked at me, waving. I rolled my eyes and turned off my car, getting out of the seat. He rolled up his window halfway as I locked my door. "Elizabeth!" he shouted across the street.

I looked back at him, putting my hands on my small hips. "What?" "C'mere!" I sighed and shoved my keys in my back pockets, walking towards Harry's car. The guy sitting beside him had raven colored hair perfectly styled in a quiff and wore a smirk upon his thin pink lips. I dropped my gaze to the road as the other boy licked his lips. "Elizabeth, this is my mate Zayn," Harry said, nodding at his friend.

"Hi." "Hey, hot stuff." Harry elbowed Zayn in the side, frowning. I leaned against Harry's door, resting my elbows on the window. "So, why exactly were you following me?" I questioned Harry. He chuckled nervously, putting on a fake innocent smile. "I wasn't following you.." "We wanted to know where you live. Sue us," Zayn sayed cockily. I rolled my eyes. "You should've just asked," I mumbled under my breath. Zayn smirked. "I'm glad I know where it is." I blushed softly, looking down the road.

"It's getting late, love. You should probably get inside," Harry told me, checking his white iPhone for the time. I glanced at the sky and nodded. "Drive careful," I said with a smile. His teeth began chewing on his lower lip and he glanced down at my lips. "See you soon," he said before, starting the engine. "I'll definently be seeing you soon," Zayn said, winking in my direction. I backed away from the car, waving at the two boys before running back towards the house.

The door was luckily unlocked, knowing that if my parents knew I was this late, I'd be in big trouble. Who knows what my punishment would be. I squeezed through the small crack I made inbetween the door and the wall. I quietly shut the door. "Where have you been?" a deep voice asked once I reached the end of the stairs. "So close," I whispered to myself, squeezing my eyes shut in disappointment. "Elizabeth Marie Richards." "Yes?" I turned around to face my cruel step-father. He is so strict and nothing but a useless drunk. "Where were you?" he questioned again, crossing his strong arms over his chest.

"The library. It's no big deal," I answered nervously. I shuffled my feet slightly, breaking my eyes from his horribly strong gaze. "No more library. Straight to school, straight home." My mouth gaped open at the horrible punishment. "Please! I love the library!" I pleaded, literally about to drop to my knees. "No. That's you're punishment," he said sternly, clenching his hands into a fist. I sighed, giving up at the thought of him hitting me like he does my poo mother.

"I hate you," I muttered under my breath, running up the wooden staircase that lead to the second floor. Once I reached my room, I slammed the door and locked it before stopping off my shirt. I paced around in my bra, holding my shirt in my right hand. "How can he do this to me?" I asked myself over and over again. I threw my dirty shirt at the hamper by the bathroom footy which is across the room and walked over to my dresser, picking out a baby blue oversized shirt. My phone started ringing as I slipped my shirt over my head. I picked it up once I finished changing, pressing 'Call Back'. "Hello?"

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