Breaking Fate

Harry stared at me like I was mental, which I wasn't. He should know that he deserved that. "You bitch," he seethed through clenched teeth. "Excuse me," I say as I slip by him into the house. He easily catches me before I have even gone five feet. "Was that really necessary,” he spits, as he painfully holds my shoulders, pinning me in place. “You deserved it,” I mutter. “Enlighten me on why I hate your guts,” he says, smiling a ‘please go ahead’ smile, minus the please. “I threw water at you, I slapped you, and I hate your guts,” I say with an innocent smile.“Wow, we actually have something in common” he says sarcastically, “because I hate your guts too.” I groan and slip out of his grip. Why am I not surprised! I look down at my shoulder, seeing the red finger imprints he left on it. “That’s going to leave a mark,” I mutter as I walk into the living room and place my bag on the couch. “Darling” Harry says, interrupting me, “you’ll be staying in the guest room,” he finishes. I get up from the couch and follow him upstairs.At least I won’t be staying in the same room as him! “Here we are,” Harry says in a formal voice as he places my bag on the floor. I groan, this is going to be a long night.
Later that night, I walk into the bathroom, feeling the sudden urge to get a shower. The clock reads 9:00. The boys are probably trying to fall asleep so I make it quick. So, naturally, I forget to lock the door before getting undressed.I step out of the shower, and groan, because in my haste I also left my towel on my bed.I run out into my room and spot my towel. Halfway to it, I realize that Harry just walked in. Oh shit, my mind says. But my body has different plans. I scream, loudly. Harry slaps his arm over his eyes and tries to run to me, finally succeeding and clapping his hand over my mouth. I dive for my towel and throw it around myself. “What the fuck,” I scream. Harry takes his arm off his eyes and throws the door closed. “What the fuck are you worried about with all the noise I’m making. You just saw me naked, you bitch,” I scream. I look at him and I see he’s grinning like an idiot. That makes my anger boil even more. I throw a book at him and stomp back into the bathroom, slamming the door in the purpose. I quickly change into some pink PJ’s and brush my teeth. I peek out the bathroom door, making sure the room is Styles free, and then step out. The first thing I notice is the note taped to my bedpost. I snatch it off the bedpost and sit down on the sheets as I read it. The note says:
I’m sorry I invaded your privacy. I was just coming up to ask if you wanted to watch a movie. I should have knocked. –Harry (P.S. Nice tits! :)
I ball up the note and throw it out the window. He was going to wish he wasn’t born, tonight.
I walk through the quiet house, carrying a bucket of payback. I take out the ball of strings and string them all around Harry’s room. I string them way to close together to avoid knocking into them. I then attach the strings to many different forms of payback, each hung over Harry’s bed or the door. It takes me an hour before each one is strung and the strings are sensitive enough to trigger payback if harry grabs them. I place a security camera in the corner of the room and tiptoe back to the guest room. I set up the security camera so that I can watch it from my computer and then put it so that if any movement is sensed in the room, then my computer will start beeping. I head back to sleep and am woken by the beeping of the computer. Harry is waking up.

Notes

Sorry, it's kinda a cliffy! I will try and update tomorrow, but who knows, things happen.
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