Bad Reputation

//Chapter Thirteen//

I kept my eyes clamped closed, but rubbed my temples as sitting up on my bed, propping my pillows to support my back.
"Belle?!"My Mom yelled. God how does this woman know when I wake up, do I have cameras in my room or something?
"Yeah?"i shouted back, opening my eyes, finally.
"Come here."she said, then her voice became distant.
I climbed out of bed, again putting on my blue cardigan, over my dress from last night. Guess I forgot to change.
I arrived downstairs, as my Mom, stood hand on her hip, foot tapping and her strict emotion on her face.
"What?"i said, looking around for anything bad anywhere.
"Belle!"she struck, as I twitched, jumping a little as she yelled again.
"How was it?!"she squealed, gripping my shoulders and pulling me in for a hug.
"It was amazing. I had so much fun."i said, for once giving my opinion on something to do with school that was positive and I wasn't lying.
"Good, I'm glad you had fun."she said, scraping the burnt remains off her charcoaled toast.
"Go back to bed,"she said, noticing me yawning.
"What time is it?"i said, stretching my arms out.
"Nine,"she said, flicking her wrist to look at her watch.
I tiredly waved to her and wandered back upstairs, I still felt tired from last night. I came home at two. I don't usually stay up that late, but I do admit I had fun, Brad had been nice all night, I really do remember everything. I didn't drink, much. I only had about four shots, some vodka. But go could blame me? It was my first time. I know my brother said, 'don't get drunk, you'll do something stupid' but I didn't? So.
I climbed into my bed, pulling the covers up to my chin, as I closed my eyes darkness beginning to take over my senses, just as my phone buzzed.
I flicked my eyes open, sighing at the disturbing annoying vibrating my phone was giving off. I had a text, but I didn't know who from;
I'll get your boy, he's going down with the rest of 'em.
I stared at the text over and over again, it was an unknown ID I hadn't gave anyone my number, last night.
I put my phone back down, and ran my hands over my face. Well this just ruined my plans to sleep.
I wrapped myself up in the duvet again, and texted the ID back.
Who is this?
I sat patiently waiting for a reply, and quickly I got one.
You'll find out soon, sweetheart. It won't be long, till he finally has to tell you who he really is.
I twiddled my thumbs deciding to answer him/her again. This time I decided to, I wanted to discover this further, not just sit and let a weirdo/moron text me like this.
Who is 'he'?
I sent the text, knowing the person would reply quickly, either with I'm not saying or telling me the actual person.
Your lover, Harry Styles. He will pay, all murderers do in the end :)
Murderer? Harry was? No he wasn't. I admit Harry was maybe a wild rebel, but a murderer he was not. I decided Id note down all the things the person told me on my art pad. I had decided to go over to Harry's house tomorrow, I wasn't going to sit here and receive his threats. No I wasn't. I'm going tonight, then I'll show him the texts and facts I noted down. He'll have to tell me the truth.

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I got up at two o'clock and went for a shower. Letting the hot droplets massage my skin, slightly heating it but not burning.
I changed my clothes and put on my cheerleading running shorts with my grey Hollister hoody. I shoved my leather white converse on, shoving my hair in a bun at the top of my head. Then putting some mascara on, with a touch of lip balm. Then grabbed my phone and left to go to Harry's. I was going when he least expected me, then he'd have to let me know.