Through The Dark

I woke up the next morning feeling completely out of energy and I didn't even want to get out of bed.

I rolled over and saw a box sitting up by the top corner of my pillow, it was wrapped in shiny blue paper with a silver bow on top.

I picked it up carefully and read the note that was attached to it.

Brooklyn,

This is a present from the boys and myself so you're not entirely bored or disconnected from the rest of the world. Your contacts and social media accounts from your last phone have been reprogrammed into this one. Please be safe and don't try anything stupid, we've got people monitoring you 24/7. We've also got a couple of interviews to do today, so we will be back in a few hours. Don't leave the tour bus unless you are told to, we don't want the public to know about you yet until management decides on how they should perceive you. Take care. - Harry

Great, so i'm stuck inside this stupid vehicle for a few hours. As if I wasn't claustrophobic already.

I opened the box to find a completely new iPhone 5s and a pink case for it. I turned it on and the boys were right, everything was there. All of my old photos, contacts, messages, music --- everything. How did they do that? Hmmm technology these days.

My phone told me it was 11 A.M. and so scrolled through my twitter feed and actually saw that I had a lot of notifications. Some one had posted a photo of Harry hugging me at the concert during that 'moment' we had. Normally my heart would be fluttering at the sight, but now it just made my nauseous to think about last night. How horrific my life had become so far, and I dreaded to think of what awaits me still when Harry returns...

I pushed the thoughts out of my head and decided to finally get out of my bunk for the day. I swung open the curtains and found the tour bus to be completely silent. I grabbed some clothes out the my bag that I had brought with me and got into the shower.

After my shower, I got dressed in a pair of denim shorts and my favorite gray and pink t-shirt. It was fairly warm out so I put my hair up in a cute bun and let some strands hang on the sides and then put a light amount of make up on.

I found myself on twitter and tumblr and facebook and instagram for an hour doing practically nothing because I was so bored. And it sucked.

I decided that since I was on one direction's tour bus, ya know, I could do a little...erm...investigating? Yeah, investigating, that's what I'll call it.

First, I went to check out their bunks. I mean, that's a start right?

I checked Liam, Niall, Louis, and Zayn's bunks all first, but they had nothing that interested me. I saved Harry's bunk for last because I was afraid of what I would find.

I pulled open his curtain and immediately thought it was just like the rest of the boys' bunks, except I saw a book. It looked like a journal and I knew I couldn't pass that opportunity up. Now I could know what HE was thinking.

I pulled it from underneath his pillow and brought it over to my bunk. I sat down and began to read the most recent entry,

It was from last night.

His entry read:

" I don't know how to feel anymore. She makes me feel...different. I don't want to hurt her, but I don't want to loose her either. I know the only way i'll be able to keep her is to use her. I don't have a choice. But one thing I must admit more than anything is.... "

That is as far as I read before I heard the door of the tour bus open. I quickly slammed the journal shut and stood up. I expected to see all of the boys walk in but it was only Harry. Lucky me.

I didn't have time to put the journal back before Harry spotted me. The only thing I could do was put it behind my back. Don't think about it, I told myself. He'll read my thoughts. He'll know.

So I put my mind to thinking about music, like Miley Cyrus, and Justin Bieber, and Twitter, but the closer Harry walked towards me, the faster my heart raced.

"Hey," he simply said as he did his half-smirk at me and walked over to the sink to begin washing his hands.

I let out a sigh of relief as I tried to think of a place to hide the journal, but I couldn't see anywhere that was close. Then I realized I left Harry's bunk open. Crap crap crap crap...

Maybe I could toss it up there and act like I knew nothing?....

Too late, Harry spotted me looking at his bunk. I quickly looked down at the floor and acted like nothing was wrong. He dried off his hands and began walking closer to me. He glanced up at his bunk and then back down at me.

"Huh," he started as he stepped closer," I'm almost positive I closed my bunk curtain this morning..."

There was practically no space left between us, It felt hard to breathe. Hard to concentrate. He stared at me hard, I assumed he was reading my thoughts.

Um I have think unicorns, mascara, butterflies, anything but...

"What's behind your back?" He said as he glanced behind me. I quickly shoved the journal up the back of my shirt so he couldn't see it if he were to look over top of me.

"N-nothing" I answered.

"Hmmm..." Harry said as he placed his hand on my shoulder," I don't believe you love, what are you trying to hide from me?" he slowly, and I mean SLOWLY, skimmed his hand down the my arm until it reached my wrist behind my back.

Gulp.

"Give it to me love," he said patiently as he never broke eye contact with me.

When I didn't move, he took the opportunity to slightly reach his hand up the back of my shirt. His fingers lightly grazed my skin and it sent shivers down my back. He moved his hand up further until he reached the book. I was frozen.

He tugged it out of my hands as soon as he realized what I had. I stumbled back slightly as I was caught off guard and fell to the floor.

He looked confused at first as he stared at the book and then returned it to his bunk. His paused for a moment with his hands on the edge of the bed and then slammed his curtain and turned to face me. He stood over me when anger filled his eyes.

" I.....I..." I started to say, hoping he wouldn't hurt me.

He grabbed my wrist and painfully pulled me to my feet. Our faces were so close as his eyes burned into mine.

"What did you read?" He asked harshly.

I stood there wide-eyed for a moment before I responded.

"J-just y-your latest en-t-try..." I stuttered. I didn't feel as afraid as I sounded, but the pain in my wrist began to hurt intensely.

He looked at the ground and bit his lip, unsure of what to do. He then looked up at me again with a hard stare.

"It's about time you learn what you're here for," he leaned forward and whispered into my ear.
He pulled back and looked at me with hollow eyes. He brushed the hair that was in front of my right shoulder behind my neck and pinned me against the wall, still holding my wrist with one of his hands down by my side.

I was too scared to think, I could feel my heart racing and fear taking over my thoughts.

Harry wouldn't, he couldn't...he told me he felt something for me too. He told me, he wouldn't hurt me....he just couldn't. I felt something...so many things for him and...now i'm just scared...

I could tell he was reading my thoughts and it pained him to know what they were. Before I knew it, his beautiful green eyes had faded to black.

What did he mean? What was happening? Was he really going to...

I couldn't even finish my thought as I felt his sharp teeth sink into my neck.

Notes

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This chapter is short and it's been like 3 days since I wrote (because of the holidays) so its a little different.
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