Styles
"Me? A crazy prick is not one of my recalled personality traits officer. Why are you comparing me to this delinquent of a human?", I scoffed.
I deserve an Oscar for these acting skills.
"C'mon Styles, don't be stupid", the police officer said, moving closer to me in a quick gesture.
Damn, thought I had him fooled.
"I have no idea what you are talking about. Don't come closer or I'll call out rape", I playfully threatened. Americans, I tell you.
"Yeah, who you gonna call? The police?"
Ugh. Haven't really thought this one through Styles. I might just have to make a run for it.
I weigh my options while the cop just stares at me. Or am I thinking in slow motion? Wait what. Oh I think I'm gonna make a run for it, fatty can't catch me anyway.
Okay.
3 ...
2 ...
1 ...
I ran fast as my long legs could carry me. I'm not in sports or anything having to do running, so you can imagine how fucking tired I am right now. The funny thing is that this cop still can't catch me. I chuckle.
"LOOKS LIKE FATTY'S GONNA NEED BACKUP!" I screamed as I ran by ...
School gates?
Oh fucking well, I need to get lost, so lost I shall be!
What are we 12?
I dodge kids left and right. They all seemed to be talking to their friends or heading into the building.
Perfect opportunity.
"STYLES GET BACK HERE BEFORE I TAZE YOU TO DEATH", the cop shouted.
Death by tazer. Doesn't sound that bad.
"IF YOU CAN CATCH ME FATTY" I laughed at the top of my lungs.
Almost all the kids turn around at my voice and footsteps, stepping out of my way. Oops. Way to blend in Harry!
"Fuck!", I muttered.
Running so fast I didn't see the tiny little girl walking to the building, ramming right into her.
"Ow", she whispered.
It didn't hurt so much...
Considering she broke my fall...
"STYLES GET OF THE CITIZEN!"
Oh.
Fuck.
"Fine. Fine. Don't get you panties in a twist", I said, getting up off fragile girl.
"Trust me, I won't now. Get over here before I charge you for assault of a minor" he guessers over to the girl I ran over with my body.
She was still getting up, a limp in her step.
"At least let me help her", I plead.
She was struggling with carrying her stuff and no one seemed to care even though I made a huge scene.
"Be right back here-"
I rushed over to the brunette, tiny girl. She had to be like 5 foot 3 inches. At first she flinched at my appearance in front of her. I'm not surprised she would be scared of me, not that I care.
"Let me help", I pity her.
"I'm fine. Please go", she says barely audible.
"Please, just let me-"
The second I make contact with her hand, she changes somehow.
She screams.
"PLEASE DON'T TOUCH ME. PLEASE!", she cowers away.
She pales.
Not that scared kind of pale.
A ghostly, deadly kind.
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Fanfiction"She's probably the most unstable teenage girl you'll ever meet. Everyone wants to hate her but no matter what they'll feel sorry for the girl no one tried to save but one. And you need to be that one." um hey I'm slowly writing this while growing u...
