Five Lovestories

I ran out and into the bathroom, around in the room to fix my hair, my outfit and my makeup. I had overslept, like a lot. My classes started in fifteen minutes. Everything was a mess, I basically threw out my clothes on the floor and decided that it'll do. When I finally was done with everything, I slammed the door closed, and ran as fast as I could down to the classroom. This is my lucky day, I thought. The doors hadn't opened yet, and there was crowded with people.

"Hi there, girlfr.. Woah." Harry said as I turned around to face him. "You.. I like your clothes.."

"Don't mention it." I said bitter.

Harry laughed.

"And you look good as usual." I muttered at Harrys blue shirt and his tight, black jeans.

"Thank you, honey." He said and kissed my forehead.

The doors opened and the stream of people started moving towards the opening.

"Today, we're going to analyze and test your voices." Our teacher said, once everyone had found a seat. "See which instrument fits best with it, which category your voice ends up in, and what types of songs you sing best."

When he had spoken, we could all wander down from our seats, and start to test ourself. The teacher called some few other teachers in to help. Me and Harry went to the back of the room, where things were quiet.

"So, what category would you put your voice in?" I asked him.

"I don't know, maybe rock."

"Yeah, true. Your voice is all dark, raspy.. sensitive."

"Really?" He asked and grinned big.

At that same moment, the speakers crunched low and then we all heard the principals voice.

"Goodmorning students. I just wanted to let you all know, that.."

Suddenly, the woman-voice we all had heard, was replaced by a young mans. Both Harry and I cracked up when we recognized the voice.

"I'm having a party!" Tim screamed. "On Saturday, at the Appel-Hill! Please, come to it!"

It sounded like he was being dragged away from the mic, but you could still hear his screaming voice, somewhere in the mic.

"Spread it! It's my birthday on Saturday, please come!"

That was the last thing you could hear, before the right owner got back.

"I appologize about that, a student had broken in here. Anyway, what I was supposed to say was that you don't have any classes on Friday. Have a great day."

People in the room laughed, not to mention me and Harry.

"Tim actually said that he would let everyone know, but I never saw this coming." He laughed.

When classes where over, Harry had actually gotten rock as a catergory for his voice. I got balad, which I could agree to. We were on our way out, when Niall stopped us.

"Can I speak to Kath?" He asked.

Harry stared at me, and than at Niall. It was almost like he was too jealous for me to even speak to anyone else.

"Yeah, okay." He finally said. "I'll be waiting in the cafeteria, meet me there?"

"Yeah, see you." I said after he had squeezed my hand.

"Wow. He's really.. protective."

"Yeah." I smiled. "So, if you aren't here to criticize my outfit, what do you wanna say?"

"Well, you have had better clothes on, but that's not what I wanted to talk about. Or well, it's about outfits, actually.. This party on Saturday.. I have nothing to wear."

"Oh, my.. I knew that it was a girl inside of you!" I laughed.

"What? No, we guys can have that situation too, don't say anything. So I happened to notice, that besides this day, you have worn amazing outfits, and I need your help with picking out a nice shirt for tomorrow."

"Well, if my protective boyfriend agrees to it, I would like that. I need something to wear too."

"Great, c'mon. Let's go talk to him!"

I knew this would be a difficult one. If Harry barely let me talk to Niall, he definitely wouldn't let me go shop with him.

"Hi, mate." Niall said.

"What's up?" He asked towards both of us.

"Uhm, well.. It's.. I.." Niall stuttered.

He had obviously realized that it was going to be tough too.

"Well, Niall here.. he has a wardrobe-problem, and he needs something to wear at Saturday. And since he discovered what an amazing outfit-decider I am, he came to me and wondered if I could help him." I said.

Harry slowly nodded, and bit his lip. It looked like his right side of his brain tried to be his usual, protective side, and the left side tried to be more liberating, and be more of a trusting boyfriend.

"Okay, fine. But I don't wanna hear of hanky-panky between you guys, okay? Just shopping!"

I smiled and jumped up in his arms.

"Promise." I said and kissed him faster than he could react.


We were in the second store, and Niall had found a pretty handsome shirt.

"Should I try it on?" He asked and held it up in front of him.

"Yeah! But hey, I gotta go and pee, would you wait here for me?" I asked.

"Sure."

I had been there before, so I found the bathroom without any problem. I picked out booth, sat down and peed. Suddenly, the door outside opened. I didn't pay much attention to it, but I simply noticed it. I had just flushed and opened up the booth-door, when I screeched.
Mark was leaning against the bathroom-door, which led out to the mall again. He had a cold smile on his lips.

"W-what are you doing here?" I stuttered.

I tried to find the other girl inside of me, the girl I had showed to Mark the other day. But she was lost. I had to admit it to myself, I was terrified. He had a black eye from Harrys punch, which made me sick to my stomach.

"There's some things you need to know.. You and your violent Guardian Angel disappeared so quickly the other day, I didn't have the chance to tell you why I am here."

He took a few steps closer to me. I couldn't do anything, I couldn't run or scream.

"Here's the thing, babe.." He said.

When he had gotten so close to me that he was nearly an inch away from me, I thought he would stop there. But no, he kept on walking, which made me start to take a few steps back. I suddenly hit the wall behind me, and he smirked as he pushed me even more up against it.
Someone needs to help me, I thought with tears in my eyes. But when I looked over his shoulder, I could see that he had put a lock on the door.

"I want Liams money.." He said low. "I guess, that since you know who I am.. he have told you his childhood-story, right?"

I didn't answer, but he didn't care. He knew he was right.

"But, he didn't tell you everything.. Because if he had, you'd know why I'm here.. So technially, he is the bad guy here, and not me.."

I couldn't handle his disgusting breath.

"Anyway. Since I'm the good one here, I can be nice to you, and tell you what Liam didn't tell. A few years ago, we got to a club to play poker.."

"You and Liam?" I asked surprised.

"No." He laughed. "Me and my gang. We were planning on taking a litte.. road trip, around the world. And of course, we needed money. But when we got there, Liam was sitting there, ready to win. We challenged him with some other strangers, and we started to play. But that bastard had been playing poker his whole life, and we had just started a few years ago.."

He took a break and pushed me a little more up against the wall, making me whimper in both pain and fear.

"So guess who won?" He asked. "Him, of course. And it wasn't a small victory, there was a lot of money betted when he won. So he left, without saying a word to us. Just smiling like a fool. And since that day, we haven't seen him. Well, besides that day on "Karens Café". But now.. we need the money that he won."

"Why?!" I shouted in his face.

"I can't tell you that, sweetie. But I need them. So what I need you to do, is to tell him that."

I suddenly couldn't help myslef from laughing.

"That is the worst plan ever. Don't you realize that I, for example, could turn you in for only doing this to me? There's this thing called surveillance camera, you know."

But Mark just laughed.

"I got that covered. Litterally, I got all of them covered with tape."

"But if you let me go, I could just go to the police station..?" I asked confused.

"Or.. can you..?" Mark smirked.

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