More Than This (Harry Styles) {COMPLETED}

Chapter 8: Horror in the X Factor House and the Pursuit of Life or Death

Hey guys!

Chapter 8 is UP! woo! i lost motivation when I was writing it, but i have FINALLY finished it! :DD I don't know if I will change the title later on. I don't really like it. I wish I had one that was better and more... idk... well.. tell me if you have any suggestions for a better title. this is just a temporary title... yeah... so... ENJOY! COMMENT BELOW! :D

<3 Jenn

PS: sooooo sorry that Emmarose's POV is so short... i intended for it to be longer... but i am saving it for next chapter... i think... idk i am realy confused with my plot right now.

Chapter 8: Horror in the X Factor House and the Pursuit of Life or Death

Harry Styles’ P.O.V.

Louis began trembling with fear. Niall and I sat next to him on the plush, leather couch and comforted him. We tried to ask him what was wrong, but he was completely unresponsive. He just sat there, shaking with fear. His eyes were wide with fear as well.

“Louis, are you okay?” Niall asked with concern in his voice.

“C-c-car-l-l-la.” Louis was still trembling with fear, and his words were incomprehensible.

“What about Carla?” Niall was looking at Louis with worry.

We had never seen Louis at such a state where he was so weak and vulnerable. Louis just sat there scared to death. I didn’t know what was wrong with him. He was always so bubbly and lively, but to see him like this, it meant that something was terribly wrong. Terribly wrong.

“Lou, what is wrong? You can tell us.” Niall was rubbing his back, and I just sat next to him, staring at him with concern.

After taking many deep breaths, Louis finally managed to calm himself down and respond to Niall’s question. “When I was eleven, Carla Hersch lived next door to me. She rarely came out of her house, but when she did, she would go directly to her car and drive away. When she returned about eight hours to two days later, she would have an evil look on her face. One time, she came back, and I was spying on her from my window since I was curious as to why she came back at such random times. She took something out of her trunk, and it was probably about the size of a human. It was covered in a large, black plastic bag. She began dragging it into her house. While she was trying to haul the thing, she looked up and saw that I was watching her.” Louis took another deep breath before continuing.

“She walked through her front door with the thing and slammed the door. I was confused as to what was in the bag, but I left the window to continue my homework. Later that night, I was in my bedroom and I saw Carla in her backyard digging a hole. It was dark out. I went to my window and saw the large object in the plastic bag next to her. I stood there for about ten minutes watching until she looked up and saw me watching from my window. She looked at me and gave me an evil snarl. I immediately left the window since I was scared by her freaky glare. Probably about twenty minutes later, I heard a loud ‘thump’ from outside and went to look. On the other side of the fence, Carla had thrown the object into the hole that she dug and began scooping dirt over it. Then it hit me. That object was a corpse.”

“Louis, why didn’t you call the police?!” Niall was completely flabbergasted and irritated that Carla would do such an awful thing. I, on the other hand, was too utterly shocked to react to what he was saying. I just sat there with my eyes wide.

“It gets worse.” Louis’ eyes were full of fear and other emotions. “Later that week, I was walking home after going to town to get Mum some groceries when someone tackled me from behind. I turned over and saw Carla holding me down. I couldn’t move or escape. I vividly remember her breath had a stench from smoking and drinking. ‘If you ever tell anyone of what you saw, then that will be the last of you.’ I was so scared and didn’t know how to respond, so I said, ‘what do you mean?’ She clearly didn’t buy my excuse, so she reached into her pocket and pulled something out. It was a long knife, bigger than a regular kitchen knife. She pointed it in my face and threatened me, by saying, ‘you know what I mean! You better not tell or this will be the last of you!’ She pushed the knife against my neck. Since it was in a bad part of town where there were few people, no one witnessed what she was doing to me. I was so scared and said, ‘y-yes, y-yes ma’am.’ She released me, and I ran home. When I looked in a mirror, there was a red line on my neck from her knife. From that day forward, I never told anyone about what happened between me and her.”