Mr.Styles (Harry Styles)

Chapter 21

Chapter 21

My head nodded to the hard-core music of Fall out Boy as my hand scribbled down words onto the piece of paper in front of me. I managed to avoid Mr. Styles at school today- which was good but now I am trying to control my pulse by writing. I'm lucky I do pay attention English and I'm not distracted by my fast-growing drama with Mr. Styles because I do in fact want to become a writer. I hate to inflict my anger on the page in front of me, using the ink of my biro to write out the fantasy worlds I have built up inside of me but at the moment it's something I need to do.

I haven't had sight or sound of my father today and I hope for his sake, he doesn't show his face. If he has come home he has, very cleverly- I admit, stayed away from me. My mother is sleeping right now but that's all she seems to be doing lately; she has cashed in all of her free work hours and taken the week off. I feel like it's my responsibility to look after her and make sure she is okay, I am being a good daughter, bringing her some soup, tea and pain killers whenever she needs them and I feel its building a bond between us. It's just unfortunate the reason we are getting along is because my father fucked up. Sighing, I put down my pen and massaged my hand- releasing the taught muscles. Sadly, I heard my phone buzz and bring me from my peaceful (ish) thoughts.

From Unknown:

What's wrong? You seem tense? -A

"Fuck off!" I muttered throwing my phone to the side, I have decided I am going to get a new phone Saturday which means only two more days of A! A slight burst of excitement flowed through me, a small sense of relief taking over. Looking over at the clock I noticed it was getting quite late, I chucked my notebooks and paper on the floor and hit shuffle on my iPod, 'Electric Lady' by Justin Timberlake flowed through my earphones and relaxed me as my head hit the pillow. The steady beat lulling me to sleep.

I walked down the Champs Elyse holding onto the maps tightly so they didn't slip through my gloves, a cold gust of wind blew towards me making me pull my grey beanie closer to my head. I looked around at the beautiful lights and the elegance of the shops. Tomorrow I will defiantly have to come back and do some damage. Finally, I found the entrance to the underground tunnel that lead out to the Arc de Triumph- the dim lights made everything look bronzy and it was all surprisingly clean. I took a right, like the map said, and I was faced with yet another part of this labyrinth-like tunnel except this one was dormant- there were no tourists waiting in queues for elevators or tourist looking at the history pieces that could be viewed on small points of the walls- it was empty.

"Hello?" I yelled, walking forwards and looking around but no one is there. I turned around to go back when the air was stolen from me, my trachea being closed off and forbidding me to breath. The loss of air making me weaker by the second, I tried to fight off the hands around my neck but they were too strong.

"Please." I spluttered trying to catch the attackers attention, instead they only tightened their grip, the leather gloves burning my external skin.

"A?" I gasped. "How did you find me?" I choked, my words barely audible.

"Stupid little bitch." A robotic voice filled my ears. "I'm everywhere." The psycho tightened their grip more- if that was even possible and I felt my eyes closing.

"Time to sleep Sky."

I jumped, it felt like I had hit the ceiling. I gasped for air and spluttered, noticing the earphone wire that had become tangled around my neck, I paused my music and ripped the earphones from around me. I steadied my breathing and looked the randomised song choice- 'Monster (DotEXE Remix).'

"How fitting." I said to myself. I looked over at the clock and saw it was 5 in the morning, there is no way I'm going back to sleep. Three hours until I need to leave for school, I huffed and made my way towards my shower, stripping off my sweat- soaked clothes and stepping in, letting the warm water soothe me. Once I was finished I got out and wrapped the towel around me, I looked at myself in the fogged up mirror and cleared some space so I could really look at myself but I didn't like the view- I am pale, my eyes are bloodshot and red making it look like I haven't slept in years and its evident I have lost weight. I quickly shook my head and looked away, searching for the hairdryer. I dried and straightened my hair, shortly doing my makeup after that, remembering to apply lots of concealer to cover up my sleep-deprived eyes.