First of all, I'm sorry for not updating for 5 days, I was really sick and I didn't even go to school for 3 days. But now I have 5 chapters ready so I'll be updating in a heartbeat :)
Second, I absolutely love your comments and I'm going to start World War III with you if Harry does something unforgivable (I hope this put you into thoughts bc hah, it should ;])
And @whxranftmxlik asked if violent Harry is coming back: Well...I have some special things planned for you so you should better wait ;)
And thank you SOOOO much for 700K+ reads!! You rock!! ^^
Goal: 770K reads before chapter 125 :)
And I didn't join the AU fanfic contest ... :( There was a problem with the story so..yeah..I missed it but I'll probably join next contest :D
AND next update is tomorrow :D
Enjoy now my Legends!
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Rebecca's POV:
We arrived home around 3pm and I felt as if we drove for an entire week. I dragged my feet to the porch of my house, carrying my heavy back bag, keys and phone in hand. I was the last one Hannah dropped to her house, Spencer was the first one, thankfully.
I waved at Hannah before turning around and thrusting the key into the lock. I opened the door slowly, before stepping into the house. The familiar feeling of safety washing through me.
I closed the door behind me and made my way to the kitchen. I shrugged my back bag off my shoulder and placed it on the island, along with the keys and phone. I opened the fridge and checked out what it's in there, seeing that I have to buy some groceries. Ordering food every day gets boring.
But since there's nothing in the fridge and I'm hungry, I decided to order pizza and just lay on the couch for the rest of the day. Or take a shower. Or watch some films.
Anything to ignore the dull ache in my heart.
Minutes later, I had taken a shower and changed into pajamas. I was scrolling through Facebook when the doorbell rang, making me place the phone on the coffee table, grab the money and stand up. I quickly walked outside the living room and opened the door, the pizza guy appearing in the doorway.
“Hi,” I said, not caring if the guy sees me in my pajamas.
“Hello,” he handed me the box of pizza. “This will cost 8,56$.” he said, adjusting his red hat.
I nodded and handed him the money. “Keep the change.” I said, making him give me a surprised look.
“Really? Thanks.” he smiled.
“No problem.” I smiled back.
He turned around and I closed the door. I happily jogged to the living room, placing the box on the coffee table. I opened the box to see one of the best Italian creations in the world waiting for me, the smell of cheese and sauce hitting my nostrils.
“God bless Italy,” I grinned and grabbed my phone.
I took a picture of the pizza and just as I was about to send it to Harry, I froze. No. You can't text him. I pursed my lips together. Why not just text? It won't be that bad, right? I decided to just post it on Instagram so Harry can be informed. I bet he's really worried, just like I am.
I left the phone on the coffee table and turned on the TV. I quickly went to the kitchen and took a plate before making my way back to the dining room and sitting comfortable on the couch. Twilight was playing on TV, so I decided to watch this while eating pizza.
Yeah, I guess it won't be that hard to stop thinking about Harry.
Harry's POV:
“C'mon Styles!” Coach yelled as I ran, my muscles twitching and cramping.
“Block him!” I heard Sandy yell to his teammate, his snickers hitting hard the grass.
“Harry!” Niall called and I saw him from the corner of my eye running faster, none of the other teammates blocking him.
Sweat trailed down my brow and my throat was dry as I moved even faster, quickly avoiding the others' feet. I kicked the ball and passed it to Niall, caughting the rest of the team off guard.
Niall ran fast with the ball on his feet and I admired the way he plays football. This kid really loves football and I will make sure he becomes the captain one day. He deserves it.
Niall shoots and scores, making a huge grin appear on my face. I made my way to him and wrapped an arm around his neck, ruffling his hair and making him laugh. I laughed when he lightly started punching my stomach, only managing to tickle me than actually hurt me.
More boys came and tapped Niall's shoulder and hugged him, making his face turn red out of happiness.
Minutes later, we were in the restrooms, changing clothes after taking a shower. I took my phone out to check how's Rebecca been and saw that she uploaded a picture on Instagram with a pizza. It's been 3 hours ago.
I sighed heavily and ran a hand through my wet hair. I fought the urge to comment something so I just liked the picture and shoved my phone in my pocket. Niall appeared next to me, talking on the phone with Hannah.
I'm jealous, because I want to talk with my girlfriend just like Niall does. I grabbed my back bag and pulled the strap over my shoulder, quickly leaving the restroom and out of the stadium. The buss was waiting for us outside and I was the first who stepped in.
I sat down on my seat and stretched my arms. I'm tired and I would enjoy some massage now. The buss soon was filled with talking boys and we were off to the hotel. Niall said some jokes with some guys that sat in front of us, caughting my attention.
I found myself laughing at some joke Niall shared, enjoying the company. I didn't know we were outside the hotel until I saw the rest of the boyd standing up from their seats. Niall invited the two boys to our room just to hang out and they accepted, wich meant we were going to have fun tonight.
At least I'll be able to take Rebecca out of my mind for a couple of hours.
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Rebecca's POV:
I'm in bed, lying on my back as I read the third book of Fifthy Shades of Grey. I'm nearing the end, and I have to say that this book has driven me crazy from the start. I can't wait to watch the movie that will be in 2 months. After Christmas, I will try to convince Harry to come with me to watch it. He will like it, I'm sure.
A knock on the wall made my heart skip a beat. I furrowed my brows slightly and looked up from the book, being quiet. Another knock on the wall made me jump slightly.
Silence filled the air around me for a minute.
I closed my book and placed it next to me, turning on my side and trying to hear something. Heat was sent up my chest as fear creaped up inside of me.
Suddenly, the sheet that covered my body was thrown off the bed, making me scream. I sat up and and scooted closed to the headboard of the bed, wrapping my arms around my legs as I stared with horror at the sheet that lied on the floor.
“Missed me?” the creepy voice laughed, sending shivers down my spine.
I inhaled from my nose. “What do you want from me?” I said through clenched teeth, my heart shaking.
“How was your day? Did you like last night's scene? Because I personally loved it.” he snickered, making me frown.
“For such an evil creature, you surprise me for being capable of actually loving something.” I murmured, my eyes looking around, trying to find him.
“Oh, that hurt Rebecca, it really did.” he said, laughing at his own joke.
“Just leave. I'm not in a mood to fight you tonight.” I admitted, looking down at my knees.
“Oh, is it because of Harry?” he suddenly appeared next to the bed, making me suck in a breath. “Did he hurt you again, sweetheart?”
“Shut up and leave.” I glared at his black terrifying eyes.
He snickered. “Tell me Rebecca, how many times did Harry hurt you? I lost count, what about you? Do you remember them? Or do you want me to help you?” he mocked.
I shook my head and bit my cheek, trying to stop the tears from crying. “I remember everything. I just don't want to remember.” I mumbled.
“Don't worry, I'll make sure you remember the pain and despair you felt every fucking second since you met Harry.” his tone was harsh, making me flinch.
“Stop!” I shouted, glaring daggers at him. He smirked evily. “Stop for God's sake! You want to find Louis and you keep torturing me! Well guess what, Louis' gone and he will never come back again! Louis found peace! Louis thanked me for helping him! I did not send him away just to make you or him suffer!” my voice cracked at the end, my stomach twisting as I speak.
I stood up on the bed and fisted my palms, anger taking its toll on me. “I didn't even know I can do such thing to him! I thought I was going to die! Louis wanted to kill me but then he thanked me and apologized! Doesn't that mean something to you? Are you that stupid?” I hissed, moving my hands.
He kept his face blank as he glared up at me with his black eyes and I knew that every word I said to him sank in, bringing new thoughts that will probably make him create new questions that can't be answered.
“If I had sent Louis somewhere believe me I would've told you from the first night you came to me! I wouldn't let myself go through all this shit if I knew where the fuck I had sent Louis! But I didn't! He's gone! For good!” I said exasperatedly, tears of anger running down from both eyes.
“You're lying.” he said in a way that shows he's only saying it to convince himself even though I know I have changed his mind.
“No, I don't.” I said confidently.
We stared at each other for a couple of seconds, me still being angry and my blood boiling as he stood with an emoitionless expression, seeming calm.
“Even if you're saying the truth,” he started calmly. “I will still make you suffer.” his low tone made goose bumps arise. “I will watch you beg for me to stop because you know what, Rebecca?” he mocked, coming closer. “I am evil. And I love it when you scream.” he smirked evily.
I was suddenly thrown against the wall, my scream echoing in the house. My body ached as I landed on the floor and I cried as I raised my head to look up at him.
“One day,” I breathed heavily as I raised my finger. “One day I will make you pay, mark my words.” I hissed.
He chuckled deeply. “I would like to see you try.” and with that, he dissapeared.
A frustrated grunt came from a throat and I slammed my fist on the wooden floor. “You son of a bitch!” I hissed.
I'm truly sick of this demon. I'm sick of having to deal with him while I have problems with my relationship with Harry. I'm sick of having to be strong and try to find a way to make this demon leave. But I know that when I'll make him dissapear, for good, everything will get better. And I'm only waiting for this day.
Harry's POV:
I scan all the words that are written in the paper, making sure I didn't forget anything. I bit the back of my pen as I concentrated, remembering everything I wanted to write in the paper.
Niall's lying on the bed on his back, listening to music with his headphones in his ears. He's really tired and especially after practise he'll probably sleep in a couple of minutes. I on the other hand, can't sleep at all.
I heard her scream, I heard her shouting at the demon. Of course, it took a lot of effort not to leave Chicago and go find her. I know she's okay, but I can feel the fear that rans in her veins as she lies in her warm bed. She's afraid the demon might attack her. I wish I could be there with her and protect her, but I know that I have to stay put.
Dan's surfing on his lap top on his bed, not paying attention to me at all. I didn't care though, because I really didn't want Dan to come and stare at me while I'm doing some stuff. It's awkward and annoying.
“I'm going to sleep,” Dan muttered a couples of minutes later, closing his lap top and placing it on the desk. “Do you mind clossing the light, man?” he said, raising his brows.
“No. Not at all.” I replied, never taking my eyes off the paper.
He turned the lights off and crawled under his blanket, leaving me in the complete darkness. My pupils grew bigger and I could write and read in the darkness, the letters glowing in a neon yellow colour. I kept writing down, trying to express myself at some simple words.
My heart kept begging for me to talk to her though. I needed to listen to tell her how's my day been, ask her if she misses me, ask her if she wants us to drop that 'space' shit.
I let a heavy sigh as I lied on my back minutes later, staring up at the ceiling. Different memories of me and Rebecca flashed behind my eyes, making me miss her even more and the urge to call her stronger.
The memory of Rebecca laughing as she hid her face in my neck made my heart race, the beautiful sound of her laugh hitting clearly my ears as if she's here. A smile tugged at my lips and I let myself fall to the trap of memories. Memories that make my heart crave for her touch, her kiss, her skin.
That's it. I can't stand this anymore.
I grabbed my phone from the bedside table and immidiately dialed her number. I was worried she might ignore the call, meaning she doesn't want to talk to me. I bit my lower lip as I waited for her to answer, my stomach twisting into knots out of nervoussness.
She finally answered the call, making me hold my breath as I wanted for her voice to be heard.
“Hello?” she said quietly, bringing my heart on the edge.
“Rebecca,” I breathed, my voice shakey. “Babe,”
“Hey, Harry.” she sighed heavily, sounding tired.
“H-how are you?” I cleared my throat, my free hand taking a fistful of the sheet.
“Good, good. You?” she asked, worry evident in her sweet voice.
“I'm better now.” I replied honestly. “I needed to hear your voice..” I murmured, closing my eyes.
She sighed. “I miss you.” she said, making me suck in a breath.
I bit harshly my lower lip. “I miss you, too. Even though we've been apart for most of the day...I just..” I sighed. “I just feel like you're..like you don't feel the same way you did two days ago because of what happened last night and it..it worries me..” I admitted, my stomach twisting even more.
“What? Harry, of course not. I feel the same way I did. It's just that I'm tired, you know? All this shock and pain I felt..it kind of broke me..so I need some space and time. I still miss you and I can't stop thinking about you.” her words brought happiness to my soul.
“Let's stop that 'space' shit then.” I suggested.
“We just did.” she chuckled.
I chuckled too and opened my eyes to make sure Niall and Dan's asleep and not listening to me talking with Rebecca. They were both seeing their seventh dream so there was no point on worrying.
I sighed out of relief. “Not being able to text you or–or call you..oh God, Rebecca don't you ever suggest such thing.” I complained, gaining a chuckle from her.
“It was hell. The house is empty without you.” she murmured.
“What are we doing, Rebecca? We can't even stand away from each other for a day..” I shook my head, running a hand through my hair.
“Well..that shows how special it is what we have.” I could hear her smile.
“Yeah.” I smiled. “Rebecca, I have something for you.”
“Don't tell me it's a t-shirt saying 'Harry Styles is hot', because I'm sure you would do something like that.” she joked, making me laugh.
I quickly muffled my laugh with my hand, not wanting to wake up the boys. “No,” I let a snort. “But thanks for giving me the idea, babe.” I smirked.
She groaned. “Oh God, no,” she laughed.
The sound filled my needy heart with happiness. Just talking to her on the phone made me feel thousand times better. Damn, this girl really has an affect on me.
“Hey, I thought you liked my surprises?”
“I do,” she chuckled. “Oh God, can you imagine the peoples' reactions if they see me wearing that t-shirt at college?” she said excitedly.
I snickered. “You should capture it on video as you walk through the hallways.”
“What a great idea.” she let a snort.
“Okay, will you now let me tell you what I have for you?” I said, biting my lower lip.
“Sure, surprise me.”
I smirked. “I could just show you my dick.”
“Harry!” she whined, making me laugh again.
I just love it when I do that to her.
“Okay, okay baby, I have something that I hope you like.” I took a deep breath. “Just wait for a second, okay?”
“Okay.”
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A/N: What do you think Harry has gotten for Rebecca?? Thoughts ??
Next chapter's goal is to make you emotional, I'm just preparing you :)
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Now I'm going to write chapter 126 ;) Byeee, Love you all xoxo ♥♥