The Concert [H.S]

Chapter 8

7:12pm

I had decided to walk to work earlier this afternoon. Just now realising, that probably wasn't a good idea, since it was already dark outside. On top of that, I left my jacket at home and it was freezing. It was only about a 30 minute walk to my house. 

I had been walking for about 10 minutes when I had an eerie feeling that someone was following me. Surely not a second creep in two days. I turned around to see a figure walking about ten metres behind me. A shadow casted over his face, making it difficult to distinguish his features and see his face. Why was it so dark? I was on a quiet road to my luck, no cars around. I quickened my pace. I heard his footsteps getting closer. I got my phone out of my pocket to call my mum. That was the first person who came to mind. My phone was flat, of bloody course I thought to myself. I was about 15 minutes from home now. My heart rate increased, I was beginning to panic now. I kept moving, quick steps. Left, right, left, right. The last thing I wanted to do was fall over my own feet.

I turned left onto the next street, deciding not to go through the park as I would usually do, even though it was quicker. He was still following me, but I still couldn't see his face. Finally some headlights. A slight moment of relief. They seemed so far away, probably 20 metres down the street. It was then I heard the man run. He was running towards me. So I ran. I ran as fast as I could down the street. I felt like everything was happening in slow motion, was I running fast enough? Was he going to catch me? I no longer could hear his footsteps over the sound of my breath, but I wasn't stopping. The adrenaline was rushing through me. 

A car horn brought me back to reality. . A black SUV had pulled up beside me. I turned around, the man was gone. Hesitantly, I stopped running.  I looked at the car, the windows tinted so dark I couldn't see who was in there. This was never ending, I swear. It was then I heard the driver door open. The tall figure running over to me. The man was in the same hoodie from the customer at the cafe. Was it the same person? He looked around but removing the hood on his hoodie. It was Harry. Thank goodness. I don't know what came over me. I ran up to him and through my arms over him, not letting him so. Repeatedly thank him. "You're okay, you're okay now, I'm here Hannah", he said we had held one hand on my the back of my head. It was relieving, I was okay.  "Wait, where's the man Harry? He was right here, he was right behind me". "I'm not sure Hannah, let's get into the car, okay". I nodded. He opened up the passenger door for me and gestured for me to hop in, in which I obliged. He jogged around to the drivers seat before getting in and locking the doors. "Let me drive you away from here and then we can talk". I couldn't believe yet again what was happening so I turned my head towards the window and leant my head against it. I was exhausted.

We had been driving for about 10 minutes when Harry pulled to the side of the road and parked. "I knew I should have waited for you to finish work, I thought you were driving home, I'm so sorry", he said to me. I was confused. Then it hit me he was the last customer at the cafe. "Harry this isn't your fault, I should have driven to work, especially after what happened last night too". Harry looked almost angry, "you can't blame yourself for the creeps out there. Women should be able to walk anywhere they want at anytime". It was quiet for a few seconds. "Did you see what he looked like?" "No I couldn't see his face, it was too dark", I mumbled. "It's okay, did you want to call the police to let them know what happened anyway?". The idea frightened me but I couldn't let him get away with that again. "Okay". Harry smiled sympathetically. 

"Okay thank you". I filed the report anonymously. The police informed me that they would patrol the area for anything suspicious. "Harry I can't thank you enough again, is there anything I can do?". He looked as though he was making the biggest decision of his life. He looked down and then back up at me. "I mean, I guess I saved your life twice, so I think I do have something in mind", he said with a slight giggle at the end. 

A/N

HI LOVELYS!!! So what are our thoughts on Watermelon Sugar? I can't get over how beautiful he is, I mean look at him. Now, in regard to the story... I am 100% making this up every chapter and have absolutely no direction with this story. Has anyone got any ideas or should I just keep typing away? Please let me know what you think!!  Also, I love cliche stories and that's exactly what this is going to be so I hope you enjoy :) xx