I couldn't believe it. My friends- guardians really, has witnessed me cutting. I ran out of the room with fresh tears, and ran out of the house, in the rain. In a millisecond I was soaked. I ran down the high-way like a drunk person, and was getting ready for the next high-way. I was about to go, but someone pulled me back. The same car that almost crashed to me about a month ago or something was trying to crash into me again. It started beeping like crazy, and I turned around.
"Hey, you could've- Woah, love, what's wrong?" The brunette haired boy asked, caressing my cheek.
How'd he know I was crying?
He gasped, raising my arms, and bending my elbows. I winced in pain as the rain fell into the fresh scars. "Your coming with me now."
He pulled me away to where ever, and the funny thing was, I was letting him. I was the weakest person alive right now.
We eventually got to a hotel, and he was covered in black.
"Wh-What?!" I whisper-screamed. "How'd you get that?"
"Umm.." He cleared his throat.
"Magic...?" He said as a question, in a squeaky but deep voice.
"Wait, wh-"
"Shh!" He scolded, pulling my wrist.
"Okay, okay. Don't 'Magically' get your man period." I said as we walked into an apartment. 3 other guys were sitting on the couch, watching the telly, and they cracked up laughing when I said that. The robber blushed, and pushed me away from them.
"OkaymynameisAshton. Okay? AndI'llhelpyou." He rushed his words, making me hear nothing but 'bgudaig'. "Go take a shower, and put these on. Your soaked and your.. uhh.." He looked at my breasts.
I copied him, seeing my lace bra was showing through the soaked shirt. I felt heat rise up to my cheeks, as I took the clothes. I walked away in a random direction.
"Wrong way." He declared.
"Well then where?"
"The guest room is next door. It has a shower with it, so.. you can shower there, unless you want to use the same shampoo as me, and we'll be smelling buddies." He said, making me laugh.
"Thanks..." I trailed off, wating for him to say his name.
"Ashton. I said, didn't I?"
"I think, but you rushed. Thanks Ashton." I pecked his cheek, and went to the room next door, and went into the shower. I put the clothes next to the sink, and grabbed a fluffy white towel, throwing it on the bars holding the shower curtains. I put a thin bag on my left arm after I stripped off my clothes, and put my bra and panties in the dryer. I turned it on, and hopped in the shower. I opened the water, nearly screaming at the freezing-ness. I washed and cleaned my body, and after I finished, shut off the water. I dried my hair, making it damp. I looked around frantically for my bra and panties, but found them in the dryer. I put those on, and put on the black tee-shirt and sweats Ashton gave me. Say... That did look like Ashton Irwin.
Holy.
Fuck.
That is.
I was saved from dying from a superstar, or my husband from my wedding dreams, Ashton Irwin. Oh. My. God. I squealed, jumping up and down. I stopped, and took a deep breath. C'mon, Rose, be cool. I sighed, and walked inside the guest room. I peeked outside, my hair making a puddle of water. Are you serious? It was dry two seconds ago! I walked out, and sat on the now empty couch, putting my scarred arms in Ashton's shirt.
"Yeah, but I saw them!" Ashton's voice whispered loudly.
"SHH!" Micheal, Calum, and Luke chorused.
I tip-toed to the kitchen and peeked there.
"What if it was make-up? It was raining and she must've had make-up on." Luke said.
"Yeah, she doesn't seem as if she cuts, Ash." Calum shook his head.
I tip-toed back to the couch, and sat on it, sighing loudly.
"Shut up she's here!" Micheal whispered, and they all came out to sit next to me. I smiled at them, tucking my legs into my chest.
"So..." I said, looking around. "What are we- CRAPPYDOODLES!"
I ran to the guest bathroom, looking frantically for it. "Where is it.. Where is it... Where where where..."
"Looking for this?" Luke came in, holding my ringing phone. I squinted, trying to see who the caller was.
Harrrrrrrehhhhhh.
I took the phone, and answered it.
"Hello?"
"Your going on a date with me tonight at 8. You'll never get away, Rose. You'll have to." He said, and the line went dead. I groaned, and put my phone in the sweats pocket.
"So.. umm.." Luke scratched the back of his head. "Who was that?"
"Some boy named Harry." I said. "Didn't you see the Caller ID?"
"Oh. Yeah. Heh..."
"What time is it?" I asked.
"7:35, why?"
"Snappydoodles, I have to go. Here, take my number share it with the guys, I don't care." I said, picking up my clothes, and rushing out the door.
##
It was 7:59, and I still wasn't done.
"8..9..10!" I took off the curling wand from my hair, and set it aside. I was wearing a white tee with a pink skirt and a crop jean jacket with some light light light pink heels. My hair was put to one side and wavy, witha white headband. I had a pink watch, pink heart earrings, a rose necklace, pink lipstick, mascara, a bag that was white with blue and pink lines around the edges, with the words "Pretty Sure I'm Not" on it, and some nerd glasses. My nails were clear, since the nail polish did so. I put my phone in my purse as the doorbell rang, {http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=113576102} making me look in the mirror. I nodded at myself, and opened the door, seeing Harry dressed as Harry. I looked up at him, with an 'are-you-serious' look.
"I thought you were gonna be Marcel today." I mumbled so paps wouldn't hear.
"Well, I'm sorry." He whispered as he opened the door for me.
I thanked him, hopping in.
"YOU SUCK HIS DICK DAILY HOW MUCH YOU WANNA BET! WAS IT GOOD?!" Someone screamed. I widened my eyes, looking at him. He shrugged with a smirk on his face, as he backed out.
##
“Hello Madam, Sir, names?" The man standing by the rope asked.
“Styles." Harry stated.
“Right this way."
We were lead to a big room with a table in the center, lights dim, and no windows. The waiter kindly pulled out the chair for me, making me thank him.
“Anything you would like, ma'am? Sir?" The waiter questioned, flipping out his notebook.
“Yes, actually," Harry said, placing his menu on the table. "A waitress."
The waiter mumbled a sorry, and left.
“Harry!" I scolded. “He was being a damn gentleman!"
“No, he was hitting on you."
“No, he wasn't!"
“Okay, what would you like?" A waitress came, with nearly half of her button down shirt buttons undone. I looked at her in disgust, and she glared back.
##
I slammed the door shut of Harry's SUV furiously, and stomped into the house. Fuck that retard. That little bitch. He can go fuck that damn waitress he somehow loved better than the waiter. I looked around for Jayden or Mark. None of them were there, but I found something else.
"I'm on to you. Next thing we'll take is your boyfriend.
From,
You should know. xx"
