I quickly locked up the Starbucks Cafe. As tired as I am, I missed the key whole 3 times. After succeeding in locking the door. I turned and made my long journey home. The cold wind whining my face bitterly. I should have dressed warmer. I hugged my coat closer when I heard the sound of screaming behind me. I turned around to see a crowd running towards me. I panicked thinking I was being chased so I quickly stepped into an alley waiting for the group to pass. I heard their screams get louder and before I could comprehend what was going I was knocked to the ground, banging my head a near by trash can.
I quickly got up to see who shoved into me so quickly. I saw a figure all in black coming close to me. You could tell it was a man by his figure, Well built and broad shoulders. My first instinct was to kick him in the balls and that's exactly what I did. My leg flexed out and I got him to his knees.
"FUCK!" he yelped in pain. Getting to my feet I took out my perfume bottle. I held it at arms length and aimed at his face that was scrunched in pain.
"D-Don't come any closer! I-I'm armed!" I shouted, my index finger on the nozzle. He didn't answer just looked down shaking his head. His pink lips were in a tight line. After a minute he got off his knees, wobbling a little.
"Sorry I didn't see you there. Nice aim though, you probably just punctured one of my balls." He groaned and leaned against the wall panting. His accent was strong like mine. I slowly lowered my weapon.
"What were you running from?" I asked as I tried making my way in front of him. I saw the slightest bit of curly hair but it was covered with a hoodie. His eyes were covered in black shades. He sort of looked familiar. I couldn't tell since he was all covered up.
"That crowd of girls, they were chasing me." he said panting. Why would they be chasing him? It's late they should be in bed.
"Why? Who are you?" squinting at him. I swear this guys looks like....no....no way. It couldn't be. Is this.....
"Please don't scream. I'll give you an autograph or something just don't blow my cover!" he started blabbering but I just wanted to head home. I'm tired and that 12 hour shift isn't giving me much salary. I started feeling a little dizzy but ignored it from pushing myself to hard.
"I'm Harry Styles, don't scream. I'll follow you on twitter, I'll take pictures with, or invite you to a concert. " he said. Wow, Harry styles?
"From that one band?" I asked tilting my head. I think he's the one who always plays on the radio. I felt something weird on my head something warm.
"Yeah One direction." he seemed cautious of what I'll do. I just shrugged my shoulders. I felt something wet on my neck and slowly touched it. As I brought my hand out I saw a dark liquid all over my hand. Pain shot from my head and before I started seeing black spots I remember calling for Harry as I was dragged into darkness.
*
-Harry
"Please don't scream. I'll give you an autograph or something just don't blow my cover! " I started talking about don't scream and I'll do a favor for her but it seems like she didn't even care?
"From that one band? " she said tilting her head.
"Yeah One Direction. " I said getting a bit mad. Who does not know us One Direction. I looked down. then all I know is that I heard someone call my name that's when I started panicking. But then I seen the girl about to fall to the floor. but as quickly as can be I shot up and ran to her on the other side of the alley.
She looked so peaceful when she was out. Her dark black and red hair curved to her shoulders.
That's when I heard the girls screaming coming louder and louder when they were right in the alley. I picked the girl up bridal style....... and ran for my life.
*
I woke up into my bed sleeping in my work clothes. How did I get here? Who brought me here? Harry. I got up went to my bathroom, and seen I had a drool stain and my head was covered with blood. I gasped and took a quick shower. I got out and quickly change to my gray sweat pants and a black top.
I went down stairs to the kitchen to get me some cereal. Then I went in the living room and turned on the T.V.
"Harry Styles holding another girl while running from screaming fans." It took me a second to realize that that was me.
"Jen do you know who this "Mystery girl is." the guy said putting quotation marks .
