Revenge of the broken (sequel) major editing

Chapter 13

I wake up drenched in sweat. I had a horrible dream. I dreamt that Ally and Alex were alive. I dreamt that Ally was the note writer and she killed me - of course with the help of Alex - but she killed me.

I plan on staying awake for the rest of the night. I didn't want to repeat that dream. I just glad it will never become real.

If anything I wish that they were both alive so I could once again, kill them. That wouldn't be a nightmare but more a dream, a good dream.

The kind of dream where people want to have over and over.

Looking over at the clock I see that it's only 2am. I still have ages until the morning. I decide to try and get some more sleep, after all a minimal amount of sleep is better than none.

"Wake up," I hear someone yell.

"No, go away," I say and grab a pillow to put over my head.

I hear footsteps which I'm hoping means that whoever it was left my room.

"Wake up," I hear once again.

I don't answer. I wasn't getting up. I had nothing to do, so why should I be up.

Nothing was more important than my sleep.

"I said wake up," I hear someone says as water is being thrown onto me.

"What the hell," I yell "you wet my bed,"

"Are you sure I wet it?"

I look over and see Louis standing with a bucket in his hand. I shake my head in amusement and slowly get out of my wet, more like drenched bed.

"What was so important that I had to get up?" I ask him.

"There's a note for you," he says

I groan in response. Another note. Another one, I hated them.

I walk downstairs and see a note like Louis said on the kitchen bench.

I pick it up and read it:

1, 2,

I'm coming for you,

3, 4,

you better lock your doors,

5, 6,

You act like a prick,

7, 8,

I'm gonna have your head on a silver plate.

And 9, 10,

I won't have to ever see you again.

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"I thought Harry Styles wasn't afraid of anything?"

"I'm not," I yell back.

"Are you sure about that?"

"You're the one who should be scared," I answer back.

"Are you sure about that?"

"You should be," I answer

"What should I be afraid of Harry?"

"Me," I yell

Silence...

Moments before this unfolded I was sitting on the couch, doing nothing. This didn't last forever.

The door bell rang.

I rushed to open it, secretly I was hoping that it would be another letter, boy was I wrong. I would have rather received a million letter instead of what I got.

What I got was...

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