The Downfall [h.s]

Chapter 39;

Harry's birthday.

Holly's POV

It was all set up. My plan was slowly in action. I'd booked us the most expensive and luxurious pent house at the Corinthia Hotel. It may have broken my bank ever so slightly but Harry was worth it.

Harry was back on English ground, he'd text me when he arrived last night at 11:30pm that he was heading straight to his place. I was a little annoyed but brushed it off not wanting to ruin today.

The second I woke up I texted him a happy birthday message.

Me: HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY! I love you, I love you, I love you. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx (remember to be at my place for 6) xxxxxx

The plan was, he'd arrive at my place and find that I'm not home. He'd use his key and see the note I was leaving on my kitchen table telling him to go to The Corinthia Hotel and when he finally gets there, he'd find me on the bed in an expensive lingerie piece i'd bought especially for tonight.

Harry: Thank youuuu. Going out with the lads(Niall and Louis), see you at 6 xxxxx

Although I felt a little annoyed I knew I couldn't make a fuss about it, he hadn't seen Niall or Louis in a while and it is his birthday - he can do what he wants.

The day went pretty quickly thankfully, I spent it doing emails and assignments. Carla suggested I started a blog online about hair, beauty and celebrities - she felt I had a 'knack' with younger people. I hadn't decided whether I was going to start one yet.

By five thirty I was ready, I'd put on the lingerie, a thin night dress and my favourite Burberry trench coat, securing it around my waist as tight as possible.

I sprayed on Harry's favourite perfume and looked at myself in the mirror, a smile upon my face as I traced my plum lips with my eyes. I felt confident and sexy.

Making sure i had everything I grabbed my bag and turned all lights off. I headed downstairs and saw Harly curled on the sofa fast asleep. I gave her a kiss to her head checking quickly that her food and water bowls were stacked, I'd only be gone a night but I still liked her to have everything.

Stepping outside I felt that weirdness wash over me again, the air felt thick and my heart was pounding.

Me: Can't wait to see you birthday boy xxxxx

The message was delivered to Harry but I received no reply, I assumed he was driving on his way over here.

Throwing my phone in my bag with a smile on my face I checked to make sure the door was locked before turning round.

Only to be met by someone.

The guy who had been stalking me.

"Wh-who are you?"

He walked towards me, dressed in all black. His hood protecting his eyes in this dull light. Within seconds, his hand was pressed firm to my mouth as he pushed me hard against my door.

I winced as I collided with the door handle, he looked down into my eyes, his pupils black. "You don't need to know who I am darlin'." His London accent terrified me. I had never heard his voice before, I'd never seen him around - until this week.

He threw me down to the ground, my head hitting something - I didn't know what it was but it was hard. I felt dizzy, my eyes were seeing flashing white lights but I told myself to not pass out - who knows what he would do with me then?

I try to get back up but he pulls me up himself, shoving my back once again into my door handle. I felt his fist collide with my face, cold blood rushing through my nose seconds later, I cried out in pain before his slapped his hand across my mouth, his hands smelt of rubber.