She's not afraid (One Direction/Selena Gomez)

chapter 2

Dad's hushed noises woke me up in the morning. I grumble underneath my breath, before open my eyes. Bright orange beam fell into the room and made me blink few more time, before my eyes adjust to the brightness. I look at my dad, who is sitting on the bed, next to my upper torso, smiling down at me: "Good morning baby girl!"

With my hands I wipe sleep from my eyes, slid my body up into sitting posture, as big smile instantly latched onto my lips: "Good morning daddy!" The thought of last night crept into my mind, and in an instant my happy mood increased.

"I'm sorry but I have to go in ten minutes. I just want to give you goodbye kiss, and remember listen to Harry or Zayn! We'll see each other soon!" He gives me a short hug, then kisses my forehead.

"Fine daddy, I'll try my best! I'll miss you!" I said with saddened face, though my mood doesn't change one bit. Throughout the years I became accustomed to our routine of him leaving me behind, so it doesn't faze me as much anymore.

"I'll miss you to Juliet. Oh and you have only one hour to prepare yourself for the trip." I nod in understanding.

He stands up and takes one last vast glance around the room, before he makes eye contact with me. I offer him a serene smile and wave goodbye. He shakes his head, a chuckle accompanying his move. Dad sighs deeply and then leaves me to myself. In a silent air of my bedroom I propose to myself hot shower.

Drops of running water feel so good against my skin, relaxing me completely. As I run my hands up and down my body, I desire that they belonged to Harry,  I yearn for the taste of his lips. Inexorable heat roams across my burning skin at the memory of pale green that stared at me yesterday.

When I'm done with the shower, I wrap my body in towel and walk into my room: "When did I open my window?"

...For good Gandalf Juliet! Now you're talking to yourself out loud...

I shrug and turn on the radio, which playing one of my favorite songs from Bruno Mars - Just the way you are. That song is my Nutella, what can I say I'm hopeless romantic...I dream of a prince on a white horse to come and take me into one of his castles. Only my prince rides a turtle and that's why it's taking him so long to come at my rescue. Well at least I'm comforting myself with that thought. What a coincidence, today I'm flying into lands where prince actually existing. How wonderful is that?... I giggle to myself at the thought...I really am in a good mood...

I sing and dance, simply have a blast with putting my clothes on. Dark red sweatpants and white loose crop top stylishly hanging on my body, while I threw in my handbag black cardigan and long black scarf. I just want to be good prepared person for a cold London's air. Then I pull on my black high top sneakers and combed my hair in a messy bun. I like to travel in comfort, so my attire is based on simplicity. I'll try to look sexy for Harry and Zayn as soon as we land at our location.

It took me half an hour to be done with my preparations, so now all is left for me to do, is take one last look around the room. My eyes stumble upon a male figure in the corner by the window. The unknown person suddeny advances towards me. His moves were unexpected and quick; it made me gasp in shock and fear. Instinctively I turn to run out of the room. Unfortunately my escape ceased when a big hand harshly grabs my waist. In all of the panic loud scream left my throat. Instantly other hand muffled my scream. My heart and blood pumps at the speed of light, and all I can hope for is that somebody heard my scream in horror.

"Be quiet bitch!" He whispered his hot breath fanning against my ear. His hold on my mouth tightens, forcing my back to lean onto his chest. Fear froze my body completely, as soon as cold sharp object was pressed against my neck. His hand on my mouth leaves its position, reaching for something, while a knife staying firmly on its original place.