In With the New(Harry Styles fanfic)

Chapter 11: Memory Madness

I awoke to the sound of a girl screaming her head off. I bolted upright in bed and realized that I was the girl screaming. It also dawned on  me that I was not alone. I so ready to clock someone in the face. But, then I looked around and realized that they were just the boys and Emily.

Everybody jumped out of bed at once. Emily held and stroked my left hand soothingly, since she knew that was a good way to calm me down: stroking my skin. Somehow, that just helps. Harry scooped me up, sat me on his lap, and asked me what was wrong.

I balled up the bottom of his soft shirt in my fist as I tried to remember what the problem was. Then, it hit me. "I-I dreamed about t-those m-men," I explained, so shaken up that I had developed a temporary stutter. "What would have happened if you weren't there to stop them." It was then that I realized why they were after me. I had dreamed about it, but I didn't understand until that moment. But, I buried those thoughts. They were in jail and couldn't come and get me then.

But what if he just sends more? I thought.

He wouldn't. Not now that he knows I have protection. I thought back.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Harry asked, dragging me back to reality.

I looked to Emily. She was the only one who knew my thoughts, the only one I trusted about my past. "No, that's okay," I answered. "It was just a nightmare."

He didn't seem convinced. So, I faked a smile to reassure him. I would have Emily to dump my honest feelings on. But, that would have to wait until later, when we were alone.

Harry gave me a worried look and said, "Okay, well, we'd better get up and get ready to go eat breakfast since you two are in no shape to cook for us." He joked, pointing at Emily and I.

Em got up and offered me a hand as I weakly chuckled and took it.

"Yay!!" we heard Niall exclaim. " Food!!" And like that, he was gone. The bathroom door was slammed shut before I could comprehend what was even going on. Man, did that boy love food.

I followed Emily to her room and shut the door, still holding her hand. She turned to me and gave me this look and I knew what she wanted.

"HE sent them," I shared with her. "I just know it.

She nodded slightly and worriedly. But, we both knew that we had to hurry up and get ready. I didn't need to say anything more for her to understand exactly what I meant.

And just like that, we both got ready like nothing happened. I ended up just wearing her clothes because I was too lazy to go to my room to find some. She was like three inches taller than me, but we were about the same size around.

When we finished getting ready, we all made our way to the cars. I got into the driver's seat of my car with Liam, Louis, and Niall as my passengers. I will not lie, I was a bit disappointed when I realized that Harry was not included. I had started to grow fairly fond of that curly-haired boy, although it, strangely, feels more casual than the "feelings" that I used to get. That got me thinking about all the things that I love about him, from what I know about him.

I heard Louis mutter, "Americans are so weird," awaking me from my thoughts.

"What??" I shook my head and turned to the back seat to look at him.

"Well, I don't know about America, but in England, green means go," he clarified, still leaving me confused.

I stared at him with a blank face, my hands just resting on the steering wheel. When he gestured toward the wind shield, it slapped me right in the face. Only then did I hear the annoyingly loud horns, and I stomped on the gas pedal as soon as I realized that I had been holding up traffic at a green light.

"Wow," I joked. "You really are the sassy one, aren't you?" My face immediately flushed, realizing that I sounded kind of stalkerish. The boys didn't know that I was a directioner.

Liam and Niall just looked at eachother and chuckled whilst Louis gave me a very conceited smirk, proving that he held pride in his sass.

I, then, turned on the radio to the local pop station and instantaneously regretted it. One Direction's "Best Song Ever" was playing at that moment. Heaven must have been laughing at me. We all ended up belting along anyways, with Liam, Louis, and Niall all purposely singing off key just to make me feel better, as I am a terrible singer.

When we finally made it to the restaurant, Em had a cocky grin plastered across her face which she apparently must have commanded Zayn and Harry to do as well. "Dude, I knew you were slow," she teased. "But, I didn't think it would take you THAT long to get here."

I blushed, yet again, and let Liam answer her with a chuckle, "We had a bit of a hold up at the first light."

"What ever!" I intervened, thoroughly over that stupid conversation. "Let's just get inside"

As soon as we stepped up to the podium, I knew something was gonna happen. The waitress just looked like she was searching for a way to make us miserable. She also looked a bit familiar, I just couldn't quite figure out why. I knew that even Em recognized her, because she tensed up right when she saw her. I looked her in the eye, trying to decipher her thoughts. It just wasn't coming to me.

"Uhhh," Liam began, seeing as Em and I were otherwise busy. "Table for seven, please."

"Of course," the waitress answered in a slightly nasally tone. "Follow me."

Right when I heard her speak in that all-too-familiar annoyingly narcissist voice, I realize who she was. Alana.

I tensed up, just like Emily. Bad high school memories flooded my mind of when she made fun of my braces, pushed me around, knocked my books to the floor, all that cliche crap from the movies. Thankfully, Emily was around to stand up for me when I was too afraid to do it myself. She only earned herself misery as well, but she, being the amazing friend that she was, stood by me. I could feel my blood turning to lava, and before I knew it, my fist was clenched and raised as I stood in front of her, glaring daggers into her slightly squinted eyes.

I didn't even realize what I was doing until Harry softly cradled my fist and Emily soothed me, saying my name softly, "Rose, she isn't worth it."

I looked down guiltily, let go of my clenched fist, and took a seat between Harry and Emily. I was so distracted that I didn't even feel the butterflies that I should have gotten from sitting next to the green-eyed pop star.

I heard an almost imperceptible scoff from behind me, and quickly dismissed it, not wanting to get all worked up over nothing. But, then I heard Alana mutter, "She always was a wimp."

That was when I lost it. "THAT'S IT!" I yelled as I jumped out of my chair, fury clear in my whole body.

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Heyy guys. Sorry I haven't updated in a while, for those of you who actually read this story. Life has just been busy. I hope you liked this chapter, it's a bit longer than my other ones. I'd like to make the rest of my chapters about this length at least. Sorry it wasn't very good, I didn't take much time to go over and edit it. Buut, anyways.

Vote, comment your thoughts. Was it good? Was it bad? Will Emily let Rose kill Alana for all the horrible things she did to them? Tell me your predictions and oppinions in the comments below!

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Love, Grace(: