I woke up in a car. The person driving was wearing a black mask. I couldn't identify who the person was but I had a feeling that it was Harry. But why would Harry hurt me? We came to a stop at a small barn in the middle of no where. The person got out of the car and yanked me out. He or she drug me on the ground until we reached the door. I was tempted to scream but I was afraid it would make things worse.
"Who are you?" I asked
"SHUTUP!" They screamed.
It didn't sound like Harry. How do I get out. I started fighting, it's the only thing that I knew to do. I pulled sand tugged until I was free. I ran out the door screaming.
"Help me!"
He grabbed me again and pulled me down.
"Get off of me!" I screamed.
He was hurting me. I tried to get free but I couldn't. I had worn my self out from before.
"Please," I begged.
He just wouldn't stop. He was hitting me and trying to wrap his hands around my neck to choke me, but I wouldn't let him get there. We fought like this for what seemed like forever. I finally broke free and ran off. I heard an engine crank up, but I didn't look back. I ran breathless, and I felt like I was going to pass out. My nerves were getting the best off me and I didn't know how I should react. I didn't have time to. I saw bright headlights coming staring towards me. Next thing I know, I was on the ground laying in my own blood, no one else in sight.
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stalker styles (On Hold)
Fanfiction17 year old Allie Garland had an obsession with one direction. Like a normal teenage girl, she had her Favorite. Harry Styles. Little did she know that she would soon come to meet him and he would become her "stalker"...
