It knocked on my door. Three, light knocks. I groaned out of laziness, my bed was way too comfortable to leave. It knocked again.

"Kath, I know you're in there. Open!"

It was Harrys dark, raspy voice. Suddenly, my bed didn't matter anymore. I flew up from the bed, and threw a desperate look at the mirror. I looked terrible.

"Kath?"

"Yeah..!" I said, stressed out. "Wait a second!"

I rushed around in the room to get proper clothes on, and to shovel stuff on the floor away. Harry knocked on the door again, and I ran up to it and opened.

"Hi." I gasped.

"Hi beautiful." He said with deep dimples.

He bent down to give me a sweet kiss. The stress I had builded up inside of me, just floated out of me, and I spiritually breathed out. I had to hold on to his neck, so I wouldn't fall to the floor from the week knees he gave me.

"You sure know how to kiss.." I whispered, making him smile big.

My lips slowly left a trail on his left cheek as my mouth kissed his beautiful dimple, over and over again. It tasted so good. I pulled away, with my arms still around his neck. Harry gave me his golden-smile, and he started to walk forwards with me still hanging on his body. I laughed loud, which made him laugh too.

"Soo.. why are you here?" I asked, still with our bodys attached to each others.

Harry gave me sarcastic, confused face.

"What kind of question is that?" He laughed. "You're my girlfriend now, and today, there's no classes. Of course we're hanging out!"

I was all over again amused by his broad accent. Even though I was brittish myself, Harrys accent was more English and beautiful than the other boys.

"Of course!" I giggled. "So, what do you wanna do?"

Harry put his thumb on his chin, and looked up in the ceiling with a thinking face.

"Hm.."

He made me laugh.

"Okay, I know." I said. "You can hang out here while I'm going to get myself ready, and then, you can buy me my favourite Starbucks!"

"Well.." Harry started with an amused face. "What's your favourite?"

"I don't know." I grinned.

"But.."

"Exactly." I smiled.

I left him speachless, but once I stepped into my bathroom, he bursted out in a laugh.
Once I was done with my makeup and my clothes, I stood in front of the mirror for the thousand time. I was just thinking if my outfit was pretty enough, when I heard a creak from the bed behind me. Harry came up to me, and hugged me from behind. First, he looked at me in the mirror with a stone-serious face, and his hands was intertwined around my belly. But then, he turned his head to my face, and his mouth was in perfect height with my little ear.

"You look beautiful no matter what."

I blushed really hard, and looked down on the floor, only because I didn't have the courage to look into his eyes.

"Thank you." I whispered.

His dimples deepened, which I actually could feel, as his skin was pressed to mine.

"Now, grab your bag and take my hand. We're going down to the cafeteria." He said and kissed my cheek.


We were sitting at a table in the cafeteria, the two of us. We didn't take up much space, though, on the long bench we sat on. I didn't even care to remember, but I had complained on a phone-game that I couldn't figure out, and he told me to sit with him. And the next thing I knew, he wanted to show me his skills. And then, his arms had found their way over my arms, so they were in front of me with the phone. Sure, it sounds like a uncomfortable position, or like a complicated one, but the truth was, I had never felt so good in someone else's arms. Some people would probably call it a "cheesy relationship-thing", even I would, if I saw it on TV or something. But now, when I was the girl with the boyfriend, holding me and playing on my phone, it was the cutest thing ever.
Harry completed the game and looked at me like a 4-year old who needed a proud comment.

"I have no idea how you did that, but you're amazing." I smiled and gave him a quick kiss.

"Normally, I would give you a few more kisses, but.. I gotta run."

I gave out a "nooo"-sound.

"It's a stupid club-thing.." He hurried to explain. "I joined it a few days ago, and my meeting starts in like five minutes."

I nodded, and then started to process what he just said.

"Five minutes?! You gotta hurry!" I said and jumped off him. "Why didn't you leave sooner?"

Harry stood up and packed his things together. But when he finally had shoved everything down the bag, he slowly leaned down towards me.

"Because when I'm with you, I forget everything else." He smiled.

Our mouths were really close. But instead of kissing him, I started laughing. Sure, his comment was cute, but that was some cheesy shit. Luckily, Harry wasn't the person that would get hurt by it. Instead, he started to laugh too.

"Was that too much?" He asked.

"Yeah, it was." I chuckled.

"Okay, how's this.. I stayed with you for too long because I needed to show you my incredible skills.." He smirked.

"I like that better."

Finally, I could kiss him without laughing.
Even though Harry was away for a while, I had fun on my own. I borrowed a book from the library and went outside to a huge fountain, where I read it. It was pretty peaceful, I thought and looked around. And just when my eyes were about to land on my book again, they saw Louis on the way.

"Louis!" I shouted.

He looked up from his phone, and a smile were instantly forming on his face.

"Hi, beautif.. I mean, hi Kath."

"Don't make fun of Harry!" I giggled.

"Okay, fine. You sure do look beautiful out here, however." He smiled.

I didn't even know where it came from, but I suddenly just said:

"Do you have all the boys numbers?"

"Uh, yeah. Why?"

"C-can I.." I stuttered.

Should I really? What would Harry think? But then I imaginary-slapped myself. What was I thinking? Of course I could do it, I didn't need Harrys permission for anything. So I finished the sentence as fast as I could.

"Can I have them all? Except yours and Harrys, of course."

Louis smiled.

"Okay, sure."

I suddenly got a text. I opened it up, and it was from Louis. It contained Zayns, Nialls and Liams number.

"Thank you, Lou."

A chilly wind flew past us all, and my skin grew goosebumps.

"You know what, I'm gonna go inside. Wanna join?" I asked.

"I was on my way in anyways." He smiled big.

If Harry saw me now, he would kill Louis. But then so be it. I needed to show him that I could actually just have fun with boys, and not do any "hanky-panky" at the same time, as Harry had said.
But the face that showed up when we came inside the college-doors wasn't Harrys, and it wasn't angry. It was Liam, and he was running towards us.

"Liam, what's wrong?!" Louis asked.

Oh, no, I thought.

"It's real.." Liam gasped.

It looked like he was about to faint.

"What, what is real?" I asked, even though I already knew.

"What Mark said! Apparently, they left as soon as they got my message, and.. and.."

Louis eyes were big, and worried.

"And what, Liam?!" He asked.

"They.. they sent a picture of her apartment to me.."

We all looked at each other with open mouths.

"They're outside her house, guys.. they're going to kill her.."

Notes

Hi guys! So okay, I know I didn't keep my promise about writing much this weekend.. I guess it was pretty good that I wrote those three chapters two days ago, right? Anyways, the story is getting pretty exciting now, isn't it? Let me know what you think! And just so you know, if you think this will be some sick ending of this fanfiction, think again! This is just one small thing of everything else that will happen!! (I hope that's good news, haha.) Love, A.

What are they going to do now?!

Do you actually think Mark and his gang will kill her? What will happen if they do..?