The Mooface (a horror story)

Chapter Six

HOLLAND'S POINT OF VIEW

I can't think. I can barely breathe. I feel paralyzed in this leaning position. I thought it was Austin Mahone that caught me, but I was still in a haze from my fanfiction. My first instinct is to look for Emma, but it seems that she has already scurried off with Harry. I get the ugly image of them hungrily making out in some deep dark corner. Ew.

I gaze back at the man who was currently holding me. He looks approximately my age. He smells like dryer sheets and wore all black in the least gothic way. He's staring at me, like he is fascinated. His hair looks like a dark brown sheet of silk with a fringe. His flawless skin is immensely alabaster, as if he hasn't seen the light of day in ages. His eyes are dark too, like they're hiding secrets. In conclusion he was gorgeous. I snap out of my thoughts and notice that he was talking to me.

"Sorry, what?" I mumble. He chuckles lightly.
"I said, are you okay?" The man questions. He has a british accent that makes me want to fly. He smiles, he has one of those pristine smiles that illuminates the entire universe. I find myself wondering if he comes from an exoplanet littered with millions of miraculously attractive people.

"I-I'm ok" I smile uncomfortably. He does the same and then helps me up. It is taking every ounce of my strength to not stutter too much or cry or do anything else absurdly idiotic.

"My name is Dan." He outstretches one hand and I shake it, silently praying my hands aren't too sweaty.
"Holland." I say, forcing a petrified, friendly grin.
"Pretty name." Dan says flatly, like he's trying to hold in some emotion. I swear my face is exploding red. I'm too nervous to say thank you, so I try to make conversation.
"So... do you live around here? My friend Emma and I just moved in to this town a couple days ago." I press my lips together tightly and glare at Dan.
"Yeah, I've been here for about a year, but I'm originally from the Uk." He gives me a slight nod.

I can't find words in my head to say, but we keep standing there. The silence is painfully deafening.
"D-Do you want to like... exchange phone numbers?" Dan asks in a anxious voice, then he slides his sleek black phone out of his back pocket of his dark jeans.
"Sure." I agree and gulp, but my mouth is dry. I reach for my phone and that's when the horrific realization hits me like a bus.

"MY PHONE!" I shriek and it echoes throughout the entirety of this lame mall. The back of my phone is absolutely shattered and a little bit less then half of the front is pretty damaged. I silently curse my self for being so careless. I turn it on and it gives me a little bit of hope when I see my Austin Mahone fanfiction has been saved to where I was. I slip the poor phone into my sweatshirt pocket and sigh, still struggling not to cry.

"Um... Are you alright?" Dan looks thoroughly concerned.
"I guess..." I grab his phone that he is holding out and add myself to his contacts and give the phone back.
"You can text me later and I'll add you to my phone then." I say, not wanting to deal with my phone for now.
"Okay." He smiles.
"Uh, I should really go back to my friend right now, so... I guess I'll see you around." I say.
"Alrighty. Bye" He nods. I wave goodbye and we both go separate ways.

I'm searching up and down the mall trying to find Emma. There's no trace of her or Harry. I look outside to see that there are six cars there and none of them are Harry's white Sedan. They. Left. Without. Me. I want to run to wherever she rushed off to and strangle her, but I'm more worried about how I'm going to get home. I check my phone to see that Emma has been bombarding me with texts about how her and Harry left for his house and that I'd have to "walk or something" back home. To make matters worse, this stupid town is so deserted, there are no bus or taxi systems and I don't think I'd survive if I had to walk home. Well isn't this just fabulous.