The Dumbest Story I Will Ever Write

5.

I was in my bed. How did I get there? Was Harry just a dream? I looked around and I saw something peculiar about my room. This wasn't my bedroom at home! Has someone kidnapped me? What happened last night?

I tried to get up and my brain was sore. Did I get drunk? I know that I am under aged and if I did get drunk, where was Harry to stop me. My legs were weak and I fell to the ground. I am hopeless; I can't even use my legs correctly. Tears dribbled down my face. I can't even walk. What if Harry doesn't love me after this? I am a disgrace to Woman-kind. I can't do anything.

I started to cry loudly and I could feel snot run down my nose. I felt gross and disgusting. I was going to rot in this room all alone and die. Why me? Why the main character?

I heard the door slam open. I was done. Why do people care about me? I was the worst person in the entire world. Ever since I became the main character of this book, I have been a terrible person. What is happening to me? The last few days have been the worst!

"What is wrong, you whining child?"

"Why am I here? What is happening to me? Who are you?"

"Can you calm down with all these questions? You are driving me crazy. I just want you as mine and mine forever."

I wiped my eyes and I saw the sexiest man alive. Through his shirt I could see his abs. I need him in my life. Like who cares about Harry? All I need is this man in front of me. I looked at him. I don't recognise this man before.

"Who are you?"

"I am Bob, Bob Nah."

"Bob, we will be happy together. What are we going to do now?"

"I don't know. How about clearing you up, Princess?"

"My name is not Princess!"

"It's a nickname Mercedes. It is something that people give to other people if they like them or anything like that."

"Oh."

"So what does my princess want to do today?"

"Have a food and sleep."

"Okay."

We went out and he bought me the most expensive burger in the world. I didn't finish it but he didn't care. He is so lovely to me. He said he would buy me anything. I love him. I bought stuff to make my face look much more beautiful. Everyone says I am pretty but my face is ugly. It doesn't have pimples like the other girls. Why do I have to be different? Every girl cakes make-up onto their faces so I decided that I should do that as well.

When we got home, I went to my room. I could here breathing in my room. I looked around and saw someone who looked familiar. I can't remember who it was. He is not as handsome as Bob. Bob is my one and only.

"I found you Mercedes," he whispered quietly.

"Who are you?"

"Harry Styles. We just spent the last four or so chapters together. How do you not remember me?"

"I just met this really hot guy this morning and we spent all day together. He is so hot. I mean hotter than what you are suppose to be. Wait, what is your name again?"

"I will fit this man to the death so we can decide who should have your heart."

"Don't I get to decide?"

"NO!" He roared.

I heard him race down the stairs. I couldn't catch up with the stranger. I walked out of my room to hear roaring and hissing. I was shocked. How could men end up roaring and hissing? I walked down the stairs. I saw the man and Bob going at each other. I stared at them. Bob turned around and saw me. He started to yell at the man to stop and to leave.

The man left.

"Princess, tomorrow me and Harry will fight over you."

"Why can't I choose?"

"Because I kidnapped you from him."

I looked at him. "Tomorrow you will fight."