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Thoughts went through my mind on how he had gotten my number, I was more worried about the number than the text itself.

It worried me quite a bit, he could have gotten it in plenty of ways. The many ways went through my mind and I couldn't sleep because of it. I couldn't sleep at all. My mind wandered to the worst of things and that made it worse on myself.

I bite my lip, gripping the top of the duvet in my hands as I stared at my dark ceiling that was lite up just a bit from the light of the moon shining through the curtains that had a small crack.

After my mind calmed down with it's thoughts, my body became less tense and I finally went to sleep after hours of laying there in silence.

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I woke up early that morning from the vibrate of my phone shaking my bed side table. The vibration continued, meaning someone was calling me.

"Hello?" I answer in a sleepy voice, still in that sleepy daze you get when you wake up.

"Hello." A deep voice whispered into the line, "Well, clearly you slept well since you're still sleeping." He chuckled coldy, the smirk evident on his face through the phone.

"Who's this?" I whisper, sitting up on my bed with a huge yawn. I pushed some fallen hair behind my ear, yawning once again.

"Styles. Harry, but you will call me Styles. Shows respect." The clear and thick tone was heavy in his voice, meaning what he said.

I rolled my eyes, chewing on my bottom lip. Once he was finished, I opened my mouth to speak but before I could.. He cut me off.

"I need you to be a darling and do me a favor." He whispered, my eye brows raised and I slowly crawled from my bed.

"What's that, Styles?" I asked, what could a stranger possibly want me to do? I didn't know him so I most likely wouldn't do what he was going to ask me to do.

"Be a darling and go to 2469 Cheshire St." He said into the phone, "I expect you there in an hour, if you aren't there will be major problems." He was almost threatening me to come.

"But-" His small chuckle cut me off.

"No buts dear, get you bum here. I'll see you at 9:15." He said, hanging up the phone.

I glanced at my clock, furrowing my eyebrows. 8:15.

Was he actually serious, or was this some kind of sick joke?

I walked towards my bathroom, turning on the shower to let it warm up as I pulled off my sweat shirt and sweat pants.

I stood in front of the body mirror that hung on my door, I looked at my small body and tilted my head to the side to see the small bruise on my neck.

The purplish tint in the dark black that the outer color was a greenish light brown. I lifted my hand to the bruise, brushing my finger tips against is as the memory of his lips sucking and nipping on my neck appeared in my mind as if it was happening all over again.

I flinched lightly when I pressed my fingers harder to the bruise, letting my hand drop to my side.

I stared at the bruise a bit longer before bringing my arms up behind my back and undoing my bra. I let the black lace bra fall to the floor, grabbing my panties and pushing them down a so stepped out of them and kicked them aside.

I walked towards the cupboard into bathroom, grabbing a towel and shutting the small cupboard door. I walked towards the shower, setting my towel down on the toilet and opening the curtain as I stepped inside of the shower.

The warm water immediately hit my body, the water running down my arms and legs. I closed my eyes, just relaxing under the warm water that felt amazing on my tensed muscles.

I took a deep breath, thinking about what Harry.. I mean Styles said. What did he want me to do? Hell.. He could be making me come to rape me or take me. He did say I was his when I'm not.

I don't like that he said 'mine' because it's like I'm a possession, or a thing that he owns..

Or he needed help, but they say his voice sounded.. It didn't sound like he was needing my help or my help.. Maybe he did but why risk my life to help a stranger..

What if I was saving someone? Maybe he does need help.. I didn't know what to do or if I should trust this man and his invitation.

(Authors note: I know this sucks.. It's because it's the beginning and I have big plans for this.. Anyways, what do you think she should do? Comment, vote and share for me. :) )

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