Chapter 18- Love Spell

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                Kellie’s POV

                Weeks had passed since our birthday. I hadn’t seen much of Alex except when I would occasionally go pick up Louis with Niall. Niall on the other hand was furious that Alex was out of jail for what he had done.

                It was about late July and the summer heat was blazing outside. It was almost like walking out into an oven. My house unfortunately had the best air cooling system in the neighborhood so everyday Niall, Harry, Louis, Liam, and Zayn were at my house. Occasionally I saw Josh but only for brief intervals of time. I think he was so caught up in Claire’s pregnancy. Ugh she was such a bitch.

                It was a typical Wednesday afternoon. Every seat in my living room was packed with people, Harry and Alysa on the love seat, Zayn, Louis, and Liam were all on the large couch and Niall and I shared the recliner. 

                I clicked on the tv with the remote that was place beside me. The news flashed across the screen.

                ‘TWO TEENS DEAD AFTER CAUGHT IN DEADLY FIRE’ flashed across the screen. A reporter stood next to the remains of a house saying “Omie 16, and Danielle 17 recently died in a fire. Investigators are not sure yet what caused the fire but believe it either may be accidental or an arson.”

                “Change the channnnnaaalllll,” Zayn whined. I threw the remote to him just to let him deal with it before I drifted into a nap right then and there.

                I woke up to Niall petting my hair singing a little tune. I moved in my seat attempting to get comfy when I noticed everyone was gone except for him. He just sat there staring out the window as if looking for something or lost deep in thought by the billowing waves.

                “Hey sleepy head.” He cooed noticing I was awake. Dang it. He was being so cute. “I need to go to work soon. My shift starts in 20 minutes.” Shit. I had forgotten he worked today.

                “Oh it’s okay.” I said sitting up and allowing him some freedom to move. He stood up and kissed me before walking out the door. He was precious.

                Alysa’s POV

                I sat in the passenger seat of Harry’s car staring out the window. The radio blasted Ed Sheeran’s Kiss Me. It was our song.  The windows were down so my hair was flapping everywhere. I hated that, but I suppose Harry might like it. I glanced at him; he was so concentrated on the road. It was kind of adorable.

                Suddenly he slammed on the breaks and inertia happened. “HOLY SHIT HARRY!” I screamed cleaning my bloody nose.

                “Alysa, look.” He said just staring wide eyed at the train tracks. There were two bodies just lying there. Limp. Lifeless. They looked to be our age and male. Harry took out his iPhone and called 911. “There are two bodies lying on the train tracks on 52nd avenue.” He said emotionless.

                It took about 10 minutes for the ambulance and police car to come. We just sat in shock the whole time. I can’t even remember how many times the ambulance men asked to clean up my nose.  I didn’t really care anymore.

                I overheard the police officers talking, “These two delinquents have tried this frogger thing before, but I guess this time it got them. Can you call Julian and Bobby’s parents? They are going to be heartbroken when they hear this.”

                These kids had parents, friends, family, people who cared about them. They had wasted their young lives playing a game. It didn’t even look like a fun game. They were gone. Just like that, taken at a young age because of stupidity. Peer pressure. Things that shouldn’t exist, but unfortunately do.

                Harry still sat in his driver’s seat in shock and just pure confusion of what we had seen. The police officer came over to check on us, I politely asked if we could have a ride home because I didn’t think Harry could possibly drive.

                Claire’s POV

                I sat in front of mirror plotting revenge. Like I did every normal Friday night. I was home alone, and the doorbell ringed. I slide open the door to see him standing there in a black hoodie.

                “It’s done.” He said before slamming his lips into my lips. I pushed him away and slammed the door. That always made the boys want more. But then again I was pregnant.

                Kellie’s POV

                I walked out onto the sand to cool down after taking a hot shower. The beach air was perfect at night. It was cool and refreshing. I swished around in a maxi dress. I strolled leisurely towards the water and stood at the edge. Barely letting my toes touch.

                “Kellie!” I heard a female voice shout from behind me. I turned around to see this bleach blonde girl with beautiful blue eyes walking towards me. I think she was at my birthday party. Oh what fun. As she got closer I could see that she was smiling. “Hey.”

                “Hey! Rylee right?”

                “Yeah! How have you been? I haven’t seen you since your party! We should hang out sometime!” She said rather quickly. Was she nervous or something? She was rather short compared to me. She wore tight shirt and skinny jeans to show off her curves

                “I’ve been good. A lot better since that party ended. That thing sucked. Seriously, Lou is a great guy but his invite list needs some work!” We both laughed. She had a really cute little laugh.

                “Yeah, Claire is a bitch. I don’t understand her problem. She just needs to leave everyone alone and go live on her own little private island with her fake baby.” She said looking down at the sand.

                “I feel you. I actually have to go, but can I give you my number?” I said, she smiled and nodded. She handed me her phone and I typed in my number before walking back to my house. I turned around to see her staring at me. I waved. She seemed a little odd to say the least. But she seemed nice.

                I got back into my room to see Niall laying on bed looking at a teen vogue. I looked at him oddly before he pulled me into his warm embrace. He smelled of cooking oils and salt and little bit of the cologne he always wore. “I love you.” He said looking me in the eyes. I blushed.

                “I love you more.” Was the last thing I said before I fell under his spell. 

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