Song of the day: Sierra Leone remix by Araabmuzik
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Harry grabbed my hand and got my suitcase before giving Scott a kick and leading me to his car. Its not a surprise that he has a Range Rover. It smells good in here.
"Hey, are you alright?" Harry asked, holding my hand.
"Yeah. I'm fine." I said. I took my hand out of his, he had a look of disappointment. Whatever. I shouldn't care. Stop caring, Sasha. That's your problem.
Ten minutes ito the ride. It was too quiet. It's kinda awkward.
"Do you mind if I turn the radio on?" I asked shyly.
"Sure, you can do whatever you want." He said smiling at me. He handed me a phone with an cord on the other end. "Just plug that into the Jack." He added.
I turned on Pandora radio, not really caring what station it is. Anything is better than silence.
"Heart beats fast
Colors and promises
How to be brave?
How can I love when I'm afraid to fall?
But watching you stand alone,
All of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow.
One step closer."
Out of all the damn songs in the world, this song had to play. The awkwardness in this car is gonna kill me! Harry slowly moved his hand towards mine. I jerked back my hand just in time and coughed.
"I think I might be coming down with a cold. Can we stop so I can pick up some cough drops?" I asked, hoping he would say yes.
"Sure, I'll go in with you." Harry replied.
Why can't he just stay in the car? He is making this situation more awkward. Why!?
"No, its okay. Just stay in here." I ran out of the car and into the store before he could protest.
I went in the back of the store hoping to find some Ginger Ale. My stomache hurts a little. I might be sick.
"Hey sweetheart. Whats a preety girl like you doing here all alone?" The unknown man said.
"I'm not alone, I'm here with my father. He's a cop." I said lying.
I always use that excuse when I don't want to be dealt with. Plus, the guy is creepy as hell.
"Who is the father of this beautiful princess!" The guy said yelling.
I calmly walked to the guy at the cash register and asked for Halls.
"That will be $1.95 ma'am." The guy said. He looked like he was in his seventies.
I gave the elder the money and said thank you. As I was walking out, that creepy guy grabbed me around my waist.
"Where you going honey? I got some toys in the back of my van you can play with." He said.
Thirsty much?
"Let go of me dickface!" I yelled.
"Oh, I'll show you a dick inside of a face." He replied with a grin.
"Let go of her!" Harry busted inside of the store, he looks like he's about to rip someone's face off.
"Or what, preety boy?" The guy said laughing.
Harry pounced on the stranger and began smashing his face into his skull. I would let Harry continue if it weren't for all that blood. It got all over his shirt and face. That man can bleed.
"Harry, please stop. Lets go before someone calls the cops!" I said grabing his arm.
After thirty more seconds of Harry's rage, he finally gave in, and decided to drive me to his house.
When I looked over at Harry, his shirt was soaking wet with blood. It's starting to smell.
"Harry...that shirt, the smell is revolting." I said.
"Oh, sorry about that." He said, taking his shirt off.
I couldn't help but to look at his body. HIS ABS! I don't know whats wrong with me and abs. Harry had a slight grin at the corner of his lips. Cocky mother fucker.
"We're here!" He said excitedly.
As soon as I stepped out of the car, my jaw dropped. This is a big ass house. Like seriously. What the hell?!
"Do you like it?" He asked, grabing my bags.
"Yeah, it's....WOW!" I said.
"We're here guys." He mumbled.
The boys came running out of the house, Niall huging me to death. They're treating me like family. How sweet!
"Yay!" Niall picked me up and put me on his back.
"You're so light." He said laughing.
"I'll help you with the bags." Zayn said, walking over to Harry.
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HELLO! I know I said that the story would be up on christmas, but...I kinda lost my SD card that I had my chapters in. I'm still trying to find it. What do you think is gonna happen at the house? How would you feel if someone dies? How are you guys liking this story? If you dont like this story, Why not? feedback is the best thing a writer can get. Dont be afraid to comment. 0.0 i will be watching you. jk, jk. Seriously, what if i find an evil way to get someone killed?
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WerewolfSasha, a 17 year old who is struggling to live. She committed suicide three times. Who will be her Prince charming? Better yet...who is her mate? find out in this action packed story. ONE DIRECTION!!!! T MILLS!!! WHAT MORE CAN YOU ASK FOR?!?!?!?!?!