Revenge is Sweet (A One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter 4

"Harry, let go of me" I persuade him

"No you turned me into a frickin blonde boy you think I'm gonna just let that one slide?!" He yells in my face

"You look great Harry just settle down"

"No I don't no one will ever forget that!" He grips my wrists even tighter and main courses through my body

"You will pay!" He screams. Dramatic much. I squeeze my eyes closed in pain and tears fall down the sides of my face

"Harry...stop...please...hurting...me..." His face softens and he lets go of my my wrists. Deep purple finger marks surround my wrists and I know they won't go away for a while. I rub each of my wrists gently while Harry stares at them wide eye'd

"D-did I do that?"

"Harry" I say softly

"I haven't done that since.." He chokes up and never finishes his sentence

"Since when Harry" my voice is calm and gentle like a mother speaking to her sick child 

"Nothing" 

"You know you can tell me"

"I think I need to leave"

"No Harry" I don't want him to stay but I don't want him to leave. My mind and heart are in one big pretzel

"Shut up bitch! You ruined my hair and caused those well earned bruises you got!" He yells in my face

I'm startled by his loud voice and harsh words

"You're right Harry, you need to leave. Now" I'm stern like an owner scolding her new puppy who just chewed through several pairs of shoes

"Look I'm sor-"

"No Harry. Just go. There's nothing to say now that you've made your point" I slighly feel bad because I know that I caused this but it's all for the plan. That should make me feel better but it just makes me feel worse

"Ok" He responds and walks out of the bathroom. I pad my feet silently across the dark wood floors behind him, following him out. He picks up his backpack and jacket and runs his hand through his freshly dyed hair

"Look I feel bad about the hair thing. I only meant to dye your hair lighter brown. I can dye your hair back tomorrow" I can't do this thing anymore. Being mean and intentionally hurting someone makes me feel absolutely horrible and I don't think I will be able to love with myself if I continue this

"No I don't want your help anymore" he says harshly "I mean- I kinda like it. I look hot" he quickly corrects himself to stop hurting my feelings. I'm a little thrown off by his cocky recovery

"You look like Ponyboy" I laugh and he does the same

"You like the Outsiders?" he questions

"Yeah it's one of my favorite books"

"Me too" 

"Wow that's awesome! Well anyway, I think I should leave now so I can go to my mom, who luckily happens to be a hairstylist, and have this mess fixed" 

"Tell your mom I'm sorry!" I call after him once he exits through my front door

"You should be apologizing to me!" he yells back

I just roll my eyes "Whatever"

he's about to get in his car when I call his name

"Hey Harry!" His head immediately shoots up

"Yeah?"

"Stay gold" I wink at him and close my front door. His laughter floods my ears and I'm surprised I can hear it from inside. I lean against the door and let out a deep breath. It has been one crazy night. So many emotions have been experienced tonight. First sexiness, then playfulness, after that anger, then emotional, then anger again, and finally playfulness again. At least I got to dying his hair even though it will be gone by tomorrow. I'll have to text Ky and tell her that this plan wasn't really full proof and probably tell her that I won't be continuing this. It's too much

I walk over to the couch and plop down. I grab the remote and turn on the tv. An old episode of friends is on and I decide to watch it. Something on the couch keeps vibrating and it's super annoying. I finally decide to search for the source. I reach down the side of the couch and my hand grasps something cold and metal. I pull it up to reveal Harry's phone. I turn it on and 5 texts light up the screen. One person sent all of them but it's just a random number with no contact name. I read the texts

Did you do it yet?

Did you do it yet I'm getting impatient

This is very important 

Not responding to me will be very dangerous for you and her

If you ever want to see her again bring me the girl

I try to open the phone to the other messages but sadly there is a pass code. I try several passwords before the phone but throw the phone on the couch angrily when I just disable the phone. Fuck. I put my head in my hands and try to think what that text meant. What if the girl was... me?

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