Abnormal Street

Chapter 5

When I step into the new apartment the smell of paint invades my nose. It's disgusting. Last night after my mom left the room I stayed up packing for an hour. Today we were supposed to be at the airport before 11:00 a.m. we almost missed the flight because one of my moms tires got slashed but one of our neighbors is a mechanic and he switched the tires. Well old neighbor.

My moms eyes light up and she flashes me the biggest smile. I give her a small one in return. She walks closer to me and wraps her arms around me. She squishes the life out of me and I struggle for air.

"It beautiful isn't it?" She releases me from the hug still smiling. The apartment comes furnished. My mom has to pay extra but it's better than having to buy everything all over again.

"Yes it's lovely" I sarcastically remark but she doesn't seem to notice. She's too busy looking at everything but me.

"Alrighty then. My room is the master bedroom because I pay the bills.." I refrain myself from rolling my eyes "..You can pick any of the two left over ones. I'm going to go ahead and unpack." She turns to the left and her heels obnoxiously make loud sounds down the hall as she drags her luggage.

I turn to the right and there's a door to the left side of the hallway and one at the end. I choose to go to the closest one first. I leave my bags by the entrance and walk towards the door. I twist the knob and walk inside. The room is two times bigger than my old one and instead of having a wooden floor there is maroon carpet tiles. There's a huge window on the side with no curtains which sucks because I like the light from the lamps more than the sun. The walls are painted baby blue a hideous color. I open the mirror sliding closet door and it's very roomy. As I walk outside towards the other room I notice that this one doesn't have a lock.

Great.

Much to my relief when as I step into the other one there's a lock on the handle. I hate not having privacy. This room is much darker because of the pitch black curtains. The closet and the floor is the same as the other room. Both of them have their own king sized beds. The only difference is that there's a lock and a bathroom. The walls are white. They seem so bland. Once I think of a better color I'll change it.

After a while of pondering I come to a conclusion that the room with its own bathroom has more benefits. I walk to the entrance, grab my bags, and carry them to my room.

For the remainder of the day I unpack.

...

The next morning I am awakened by the sound of glass shattering on the floor. When I realize my mom starts work today I jump out of bed. My mind is racing as I walk to my bedroom door. Countless horrid possibilities come to my mind as I think about what's behind the door. I bring my ear to the door to hear what's happening.

"Shit" A muffled voice says. I open the door slightly and sneak a peek. I can't see anything. I have two decisions to make. I can either lock myself in the room and wait until whoever is outside leaves or I can check out what's happening. The more curious side of me decides the second option. I grab a mini lamp on my dresser and tip toe outside.

"You have got to be kidding me". The voice is thick with an accent that I can't quite put my finger on. I hear boots pacing back and forth in the kitchen. Feeling brave I walk inside the kitchen with the lamp raised high above my head. I stop dead in my tracks. A handsome curly brown haired boy stands before me. He has emerald green eyes similar to mine. He's tall and lean. I give him the most puzzled look I can muster.

"Who the hell are you" I question. Slightly bringing the lamp down.

"Not very good at first impressions I see" He smirks. I give him a warning glare and raise my lamp.

"Hey.. Hey no need to kill me.." He chuckles. "I'm Harry Styles. I'm friends with your mom"

"Hairy?" I stifle a laugh and it sounds more like a cough. He gives me a playful grin.

"H-A-R-R-Y" He spells out his name. His name is the least of my worries.

"Okay look I don't care what your name is I just need to know why you are in my kitchen this early in the morning"

"You don't need to be rude you know" He checks his watch. "By the way it's 2:28 p.m." I roll my eyes.

"Cool. Can you answer my question already?" I ask impatiently.

"I'm grabbing something to eat" He points to the refrigerator and raises his eyebrow like its the most obvious thing in the world.

"I don't recall inviting you over so you can eat and break my moms dishes" He starts laughing and dimples indent his rosy cheeks.

"I invited myself" He gives me a cocky look.

"Well.." I grab the milk carton "..I am uninviting you. Goodbye" He raises his eyebrow once again giving me an 'oh really' look.

"How do you plan on doing that" He gives me a smug grin.

"Like this" My hands grab his shoulders, bring him down, and my knee hits him right in the stomach. His hands clutch his stomach. He stumbles right before he collapses to the floor.

"What the hell was that for?" He says in a strained voice.

"That was for breaking into my house with no invite and taking my food. You're also a stranger. For all I know you can be a serial killer" Kacy's death pops up in my mind and my heart swells.

"If I was a serial killer you would be dead by now and like I said I'm friends with your mother".

"I have never seen you before so I'm just going to stick to serial killer. If you don't leave this house in 5 seconds I'm going to call the police." I threaten.

"Quite demanding aren't you"

"5.."

"You kn-" He tries to talk but I cut him off.

"4..3.." He still hasn't gotten up and he's getting on my last nerve.

"2..1.." I place the lamp on the kitchen counter and turn on my heel to walk towards my room to grab my phone but he stops me.

"Alright.. Alright sheesh" He walks towards the door.

"Wait" I say. He turns around with curious eyes. "Clean up the mess" I point to the broken dishes. He sighs and crouches down to pick up the pieces. I turn around and walk towards my room. After 2 minutes I hear the front door slam. He must've left. When I go see if the kitchen is clean, everything looks untouched and where it needs to be.

~Okay this is NOT a fan fic. Harry Styles is going to be one of the main characters but if you want to imagine him as someone else go ahead. Whatever floats your boat. This is NOT a love story so please don't stop reading. Thank you. The photo at the top is Harry's face when Rose says "Who the hell are you?"~