Life is not a fairytale (Brad Simpson/ The Vamps) SEQUEL

One

Isabella

I walked around town by myself as Brad and the other boys were going to have a day in the studio to record for their album. I went to town out of boredom, thinking that it'd be a lot more productive than lazing around the house and watching Spongebob.

The first thing I did was make a trip to the hairdressers, wanting to get rid of my extremely noticeable red hair and go back to my natural dark brown. I wanted a change as a way to move on from everything that had happened within the last year, a way to make a statement that I'm past everything and I want to have a new start, and being engaged to Brad is the perfect way to start that. I'm going to forget about everything that had happened in the past, and focus on the future that I am positive is going to be bright.

A couple of hours later after having my hair dyed, washed, dried, straightened and trimmed, I walked out of the hairdressers and caught eyes with someone leaning on the wall opposite, arms crossed and one of their legs propped up. I stopped in my tracks, a sense of familiarity coursed through my body as my eyes trailed over the middle aged man, taking in his well built body, slightly greying hair and arms full of tattoos. Although I could swear I had never seen that man before in my life, I felt like I recognised him, and I don't know where from. That was the frustrating part.

I shook my head, telling myself to keep on walking as I've never seen that man before in my life. I freaked myself out over nothing, and looked like an idiot stood frozen to the spot in the middle of the street. I sighed and walked on, feeling eyes burning into my back, but I willed myself not to turn around or else I'd start interrogating that man.

For rest of the afternoon I just wandered around, going into random clothes shops and trying on a load of different clothes, looking for something nice to wear on my date with Brad tomorrow. All Brad had told me was that it was a small, hardly known restaurant that would require a nice dress. Considering the fact I owned hardly any dresses apart from the black one I wore on our first date, which brought back nothing but bad memories, I decided I should go and buy a new one.

I had called Sarah to the shop I was currently in, with about ten dresses surrounding me. I realised that I'd never be able to choose just one dress, and I'd probably end up buying every single one I tried on because I was just that indecisive. I needed someone's advice that actually knew about all of this, so considering the fact she was the closest thing I had to a friend that was a girl, she was who I rang.

'Wow! I love your hair!' Was the first thing I heard as I saw Sarah walk through to the changing rooms. I thanked her for her compliment, giving her a hug before she touched my hair. 'Oh my, I just can't believe you've changed it! I've been so used to you with red hair! It honestly looks amazing!' She gushed, making me blush from her compliments. I thanked her again before she ushered me into the cubicle, demanding for me to try on the first dress.

After the long time trying to decide between two dresses that looked near enough the same, we both finally agreed on the same dress, me getting annoyed at the amount of time I'd spent trying dresses on so I was the pushover that changed my mind just so I didn't have to stand there quietly arguing with Sarah to get her to change her mind.

We decided to get some food as shopping has taken forever and we were both very hungry. We walked to a McDonalds, ordering our food and sitting at a two seater table, facing each other. We found out more about each other and laughed at awfully embarrassing memories, and it felt good finally having a girl that I was beginning to be good friends with.

Suddenly Sarah's face changed from happy and smiling to serious and confused. 'Ive been trying to shake it off for the past five minutes, but that weird man behind you keeps staring at you and I don't know why.' She whispered, as if she was scared he would hear her if she talked too loud.

My heart suddenly felt like it was hammering against my rib cage. I had a strange feeling it's the same person I saw earlier in front of the hairdressers before I actually turned to see him. He sat there, a few tables behind me, staring straight at me. Even when my eyes met his, he didn't turn away or look guilty like I'd expected him to. Instead he stared right back at me, as if daring me to keep staring, even though we both knew he'd win this little staring contest.

I was pretty sure I had a stalker on my hands, and I didn't like it one bit. I quickly turned around, looking down and the rest of the food, my appetite suddenly disappearing. I think Sarah could see the panic in my eyes as she kept asking if I was okay.

Was I okay? No. I felt like my privacy had been stripped away from me. How long has this man been following me? How much does he know about me? My breathing rate increased as all of these questions crowded around my mind and my chest tightened, feeling as if it was closing around my vital organs.

'I-I, we need to go,' I managed to stutter out as I stood up, my hands were physically shaking as I picked up my shopping bags. I realised Sarah was still sat down as she watched me, 'now.' I stated, surprised at how shaky my voice sounded. Sarah nodded in understanding and jumped out of her seat as if it had suddenly caught fire. I basically ran out of the fat food restaurant with my legs feeling like they were going to give out any second, but before I left I looked to where that man was sitting once again to see that his eyes were still following my movements and he looked satisfied with himself, as if this was his whole goal.

FIRST CHAPTER OF THE SEQUEL!

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