A/n: This is the turning point for Harper. She will have a drastic change in her personality which some readers may find VERY upsetting. Please DO NOT go further if you know it will harm you.
If you're having any harmful thoughts, please seek help. DO NOT act on it.
Reminder: Harper and this story is FICTIONAL. Her words and actions are NOT REAL.
DO NOT ROMANTICIZE ANYTHING FROM THIS BOOK. THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION AND SHOULD NEVER BE REPLICATED IN THE REAL WORLD.
THIS IS NOT A POTRAYAL OF LOVE NOR THIS IS THE NORM OF 'LOVE'. THIS IS ABUSE AND SHOULD NEVER BE NORMALIZED IN THE REAL WORLD.
HARPER's BEHAVIOR IS ABNORMAL AND SHOULD NEVER BE ROMANTICIZED IN THE REAL WORLD.
Thank you.
You were fanning her face with a thin notebook book you found on her counter.
It's good that you didn't take a look inside, it's filled with your name and heart doodles around them.
Harper seem disoriented, she can barely keep her eyes open. You knit your eyebrows at her, wow. How much stress was she going through?
"Dude, just leave her be man. She needs to sleep." The male crossed his arms.
"Who are you?" You asked.
"Lizard T-boy, and you? Wait... you look familiar..." you raised an eyebrow, you have never met him in your life. Ever.
He scratched his chin, as he ponder where did he see that face—
"Hey! I know you!" He snapped his fingers and pointed at your face.
"Me?" You pointed at yourself.
"You're... you're that celebrity, right? The one that Hanny's pretty obsessed with." You cocked your head to the side.
"Hanny? Who's Hanny?" You asked.
"The blond chick right there, the on ya knocked out." He pointed at her as he placed his hand on his hip.
"You mean Harper?" You replied, he just rolled his eyes at you.
"Dude. Hanny, Happy same thing." You pursed your lips, he doesn't sound very smart.
"Um, you were saying that I was some kinda... celebrity?" You broke the silence.
"Oh yeah! Dude, like— the last time I went down to toilet, she got like hella crap ton of posters of ya. Like every inch of her wall is covered with ya face, even the toilet walls had them!" Your blood ran cold. So... the blu-tacks weren't pictures of (favourite microwaveean music band)? But pictures of you?
"...what?" Your voice was filled with shock.
"Yeah dude! Like she's your biggest fan, I'm glad she gets to
meet ya! But uh, which movie did you star in again?" He asked, scratching the back of his neck in embarrassment.
"Oh my god..." you brought your hands up to your head. If what Lizard said was true, then she was some sort of a... stalker? That's... new and scary.
"Yo, what's goin on?" He asked you with genuine concern.
"I'm not a damn celebrity, I-I'm just a damn waitress at a no-name diner—" you whipped your head back, seeing Harper is still 'unaware'...
"Are you sure? My face was plastered all over th-the wall? Are there any um... 'weird' pictures of me?" You grabbed his arms.
"Whoa! Nails, dude!" Your sharp nails were digging into his skin, you let go and muttered a soft apology.
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Ignorance is bliss (yandere female x female reader)
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