Beauty and the Bitch (1D FANFIC)

Macaroni and Cheese

Part four :) comment/ vote my darlings <3

Weeks had passed and I hadn’t heard a single word from Harry Styles. I kind of knew that his promise to text me wouldn’t hold true. I was angry but also annoyed at myself for even believing he would talk to me.

I wasn’t angry because I had feelings.

I was angry because I had known that celebrities were no good, and I had ignored that briefly and almost perceived Harry as a good person. It was embarrassing just to think about.

A sudden thought popped into my head and I immediately entertained it. What if the only reason he had even saved me was for publicity? I hadn’t really checked the papers yet but I had a weird feeling that it mentioned something about him being a super hero. I wasn’t curious enough to actually pick one up.

I hadn’t thought about him at all over the last three weeks until I had flipped on the TV and an ad for One Direction on some Nickelodeon show popped up.

Oh, now they were actors too?

I threw my remote down in frustration and went up to my room. I flopped down on my bed and my mind drifted to three weeks ago, when the strange man had almost kidnapped me.

I knew I was being paranoid, but on my drive back home from college two weeks ago, I was almost convinced that he had been walking on the sidewalk, eyeing me.

From the passenger seat I looked over to the right and saw that the man had a yellow grin, but before I could look any further, someone honked behind me, breaking me out of my trance.

I drove away, and when I glance in my rearview mirror, he was gone.

I had been really shaken up, but I hadn’t seen him since. Still, I refused to be alone. I never told Lucy about what had happened, or my parents. The only people who knew about the incident was me and the arrogant asshole who figured fame was more important than checking up on a girl who had been in serious trouble.

I went to the kitchen to cook dinner, and double-checked if the doors and windows in the house had been locked.  They were all secure, so I went and made dinner for myself. I made mac and cheese because I knew nothing about cooking.

As I was waiting for the water to boil, my doorbell rang.

Lucy usually called before coming over, and my parents were in different countries.

Who the hell could that be? I wondered.

I panicked, as I realized that it could be the pervert from before. My heart quickened and my hands grew clammy. Did he follow me home? Was it really him I had seen a few weeks back?

I sprinted to my dad’s room and retrieved the gun that he had kept in the drawer of his night stand. He had told me that in case of a dire emergency, I was to get it out and fire it. My hands shook as I held the gun- something I had never done before in my life.

The doorbell rang again.

I gripped it in both hands and ran down the stairs, immediately feeling like a cop from CSI.

I opened the door and pointed a gun right at Harry Style’s forehead.

Harry’s POV