Valerie, 17 years old, and doesn't know what's happening to her.

There's something wrong, but she just can't figure it out. Is it her past, is it what she doesn't know? The blanks in her memory? Something's changing, she can feel it. Valerie's always been different to other girls, temptingly aggressive, charming and confident. And by now, she's used to boys, and has dealt with cute, flirty, and sweet all before.
But with the new boy next door, and every other weird thing happening in her life, Valerie's not sure she can keep up.

This is a fanfiction, but doubles with supernatural so it'll be a little bit different.
Hopefully you guys like it anyway c:
I actually wrote this one for my little sister, since she loved One Direction, but most of the other things I write are completely different, so I suppose I hope you like them too!


8. What's Happening?

Valerie's P.O.V

I slumped on my bed, sweaty and exhausted from my somewhat 'upbeat' run with Zayn. Even I was bewildered at what happened, it was just so.. strange?

I sat up and looked at myself in the mirror, glancing over to the window to make sure it was closed. I pulled off my jacket, leggings and singlet, there's just got to be something different about me.
I stared and stared and stared, but, nothing? My skin sort of looked more rich in colour, like I was healthier, or had more energy. But why? Why was I running so fast? Everything looked in proportion, pretty normal, nonetheless. I stood and thought to myself for a few minutes.
It just doesn't make sense,
It couldn't be what happened a few weeks ago..
Could it?

I shook the thought out of my head, pressing my fists against my temples, no, no, no, I just couldn't think about it. I couldn't. 
But he killed him?
I could feel my blood pumping in my ears,

It was getting louder-
Shattered pieces of glass fell silently to the floor, my ears were ringing, I stumbled back, grabbing at the sides of my head. What's happening?
I looked up from the floor, unsteadily attempting to focus on the mirror, it was broken. A cracked hole right in the middle where I'd punched it, I punched it? I could feel my heart beating in my chest, the thumping basically right in my ears. I looked down at my knuckles, cut and bleeding.
What the fuck?
I ran into the bathroom, trying to calm my breathing as a washed the blood off my hand.
Don't think, don't think.

~ 20 minutes later.

I'd been sitting in the shower for ages now, just trying to clear my head and understand what happened.
I freaked myself out, so I punched and broke the mirror.
Completely understandable.
No, no it's not.

I stood up, let the hot water run over me for a minute more, and turned off the shower- sighing as I did so. Once I'd gotten out, dried myself, and put on some grey jeans and a loose black top, I looked at myself in the mirror again. Just forget it, Valerie.
I ran downstairs, grabbed a dust pan, and hurried back up, hoping my mum wouldn't notice me. Once I'd cleaned up the glass and started for the door, I noticed the pile of books sitting next to my bed out of the corner of my eye.
Shit! I was supposed to take them back.. 
I put the dust pan down and walked back to my wardrobe to get my backpack, grabbing the books and my purse and dumping them both in the bag. I briskly moved over to the bathroom, ignoring the blood I still hadn't cleaned off the basin, and applying foundation, mascara and a little bit of eyeliner before blowdrying and quickly straightening my hair.

I quickly ran out of the bathroom, grabbed my leather jacket and my helmet from my wardrobe shelf. I zipped up my bag and started for the door. 
Shit, the glass.
I grabbed the dust pan, walked over, and pushing open the window, glancing down quickly.
Thank god, someone put the big bin back. 
I emptied the glass out of the dustpan, hoping it would all land in the bin but not really caring whether it did as much as I could. Leaving the dustpan in my room, I grabbed my helmet and walked down the stairs as quietly as possible. I quickly moved down the hallway, and through the door to the garage. I grabbed the keys off the hook and stretched up to reach the button to open the garage, it'd be loud, but she'd be too late to stop me by now anyway. 
I didn't actually have a motorbike licence, but dad had taught me how to ride his ages ago and he wasn't around to con mum into letting me so I always have to sneak around. I put on my helmet, got on and started up the bike.
Mum is going to kill me.
Oh well.

I sped out of the garage, hardly caring much to be quiet at all.

Zayn's P.O.V

I thought I'd heard Valerie open her window, but gave myself a bit of time before checking, just incase. When I did, it was open, but, no Valerie? 
Little weird.
Pulling my shirt off and dumping it on the floor, I figured I'd have a shower since I obviously smelled really bad from the work out Valerie put me through. Man, that girl can run.
As I was moving into the bathroom, I swear I heard the sound of a motorbike starting up, and it sounded like it was just next door. I walked over to the window, just in time to see someone, no, not someone, Valerie, riding out of her driveway and up the street on a motorbike. 
It had to be Valerie, it looked like Valerie? But she's, what, 17? Too young to have a motorbike licence? Of course she's riding it illegally, it's Valerie. 

I sat back on my bed, why is she so attractive?
Every guy dreams of sexy girl who can ride a motorbike? 
Ugh, stop it Zayn.

I walked into the bathroom, pulling off the rest of my clothes and hopping into the shower. It'd be the only real time I gave myself to think about stuff with Louis and Valerie.
What's happening? He likes her, but I like her, and I hooked up with her.
So, do I tell him? 
There is no way I can tell him. 
Then do I lie?
I can't lie!
This is ridiculous, why am I so indecisive? 

I finished up in the shower, wrapped a towel around my waist and walked over to the pile of clothes I'd dumped on my floor, still being too lazy to sort through them. I figured I'd put them away anyway before I got dressed, I wouldn't want Valerie coming over and thinking I was one of those really messy guys who never washes their clothes.


It'd been about half an hour since Valerie had left, and I'd managed to put all my clothes away and unpack most of my stuff. My room was clean, a lot more bland than Valerie's, but, clean.
I heard someone knocking at the door, probably mum,
"Yeah, come in." I murmured, ducking my head into the wardrobe to put the last of my clothes away. 
"What's up?" I asked, closing the doors to my wardrobe and kicking one of the boxes out of the way.
I looked up, and,
Why was Valerie here?
She looks good with a leather jacket.
Are her eyes darker?
I swear they are-
I'm still in a towel. 

I froze.
And she started giggling. 
"Oh, that's got to be embarrassing." She said, walking in and placing her bike helmet on my bed.
I was just staring at her?
Why aren't I moving?
Shit, shit, shit.

"I didn't know you were coming over, If I'd known, I'd have-"
"Put some clothes on?" She interrupted.
"Yeah," I stammered, grabbing some clothes out of my wardrobe and darting into the bathroom.
Underwear, black jeans, and a maroon shirt. Not too bad.
I dressed quickly, and glanced at myself before walking briskly out of the bathroom.

"Sorry about that, I wasn't expecting you.." My voice trailed off as I tried to regain some form of confidence.
"That's okay, the fun of it is that you weren't expecting me." She replied, smirking at me.
"I suppose so." I said, slumping down to lay on my bed, next to where she was now sitting.
"So, it was you on the motorbike?" I said, looking over at her helmet. 
"Oh, yeah, I forgot to take those books back to the library." She replied, moving her bike helmet off the bed and taking off her jacket. 
"You don't have a license to ride it, do you?" I said, looking at her curiously.
"Of course not. That's why I'm over here, my mum will probably kill me." She scoffed, laughing to herself and turning to look at me.
"If your mum doesn't want you to ride it, who taught you?" I said, slightly returning the smirk she'd giving me earlier.
"Well, my dad, but he's not around much anymore." She replied, looking down slightly, seemingly to avoid my gaze.
What happened to her dad?
"Oh, well that makes sense." I quickly said, incase her dad was a risky topic.
I watched her as she rubbed at the back of her neck, stretching her arm slightly and letting out the faintest sigh.
Mm.. I'm such a pervert.
"Mm, well, I've got about an hour over here before she calms down." She said, moving over the bed to sit on me, and giving me that same challenging look as she did so.
"Oh? Well that gives me an hour to try and beat you." I replied, rolling her over so I was pinning her underneath me.
She giggled and smirked, "Yeah, you can try."

Her eyes were definitely darker.


Note from the Author,
Sorry it's taken me so long to update, I've had heaps of school work to do!
I also apologise for this being such a short chapter, but it's about 2 in the morning where I am so I'll try and update another chapter tomorrow, (or earlier today, haha).

Make sure you tell me what you think!
Thank-you! c:




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