"Macca - wait up!"
Running with my converse slamming against the pavement, hurting my feet from the thinness of the bottoms and probably giving me some blisters while it's at it I grabbed onto a railing of a ramp and jumped over the side and landed on my feet before I continued while running through Level One's car park - well, it was Level Four until I jumped a few ramps - but that's besides the point.
"Please Macca! Don't leave me!"
Crazy ass stalker, I grumbled in my head as my choppy breaths burned my throat and my tight singlet constricts me from breathing the needed oxygen in as I continued running down the street, diving over car hoods and darting between the front's and backs of them as I tried to get away from my craziest stalker i've had yet - Randal Edgur.
He is twenty, brown hair, brown eyes, pale skin and freckles - completely adorable until you know him more than a few minutes and his crazy-stalker side comes out.
"Baby, please wait for me!"
"Does this guy ever just stop?!" I wheeze to myself, bending over and put my hands on my knee's as I tried to breath properly - oh god dammit! A stitch - in my side - it hurts - ugh!
I put my hands on my head as I wheeze again, my panic attack was worse this time.
"Babe-"
"AH!" I screamed, breaking out into a run as I ran away from him, pushing through the crowd of civilians as I tried to get away from the creep.
Suddenly I collide with someone and I basically bull dozed them over. Landing on top of them I looked up to come Louis Tomlinson's nose, "Ah, a wonderful feature that is, the nose I mean" I sat up and quickly yanked him to his feet before I dusted him off in a rush, "Can't stay and chat sorry! I'm being stalked by a-"
"BABE! WHERE DID YOU GO?!"
"A crazy man" I looked around in fear before I turned and ran, "BYE!" I continued to run, freaking out as I ran from Randal my number #1 stalker.
Running I quickly jumped onto a tram and sat on a seat as it pulls away from the street - thank the Oreo lord.
Later:
"Where are thy, stupid phone?!" I yelled, throwing my cushion's to clothes around my apartment.
"I ABSOLUTELY HATE YOU!" I screamed, throwing a fit as the search for the stupid phone such turned useless.
"HONESTLY! WHERE THE HELL COULD YOU EVEN BE?!" I kicked my door, "OW! FUCK!" I grabbed onto my foot and hopped on the spot.
My door bell rang and I hopped over to my door before opening it, "Yeah?"
"Your order miss" the boy passed over the bag.
Staring at him in confusion I took it and looked in - to find Chinese Take Out, "I didn't order-"
"Your boy friend said to give you this"
The boy also handed the familiar iPhone, "How did you - who - I don't have a boy-"
"Bye miss!" he waves and starts walking away from me.
"Wait! I need to pay you-"
"He already did miss!"
Standing there for a moment I closed the door before looking at my phone find an unkwon text.
: Hello, guess who :
Staring at it I put the Chinese Take Out on the table and sent a text back.
: Chinese Take Out dude? :
: Other than that sweet heart :
: Have I met you personally before? :
: Yes :
: Is the Take Out poisoned? :
: No...? :
: That's all I needed to know hot stuff :
Smirking I then put my phone down and cracked open the take out, shoving the delicious Chinese food into my mouth.
"Yum yum yum" I beamed, turning my telly as I grabbed a can of fanta from the fridge and sat back onto the couch and then started to watch Elementary while eating the Take Out food... wonder who he or she is?
Kinda wondering how they know where I live also...
And how they got a hold of my phone...
Turning onto a television show called 'Beauty and the Beast' I gasped, "Dear god - the sex gods British" guess who's not leaving the couch until Monday?
