Stalked (Harry Styles Fanfiction) [HIATUS]

(DISCLAIMER: This fan fiction is copy-writed by me @jezicat on Movellas so please don't steal it or the story line. ) "I had to face the consequences of falling for a guy who couldn't care less about me. He doesn't know me." - Avalon Jade Wright "I hate the fact that she thinks I don't know her. I do; secretly. I'm the bad guy for falling for someone I haven't met... yet." - Harry Edward Milward Styles



20. Chapter 16


Hey guys! How y'all doing?

I've received all the submissions; you can't enter anymore.

And I have 5 people to pick the winner from.

5 people out of the, now, 26 submissions I received :O

It was hard because all of you are better than perfect.

Wait, what's better than perfect?

K, let's just stick with perfect.

I'm rambling.

"Behind closed doors, something else goes on."

Enjoy, love you all!

Comment! :)xx -Jessica


Harry's P.O.V


“Why the fuck am I so stupid?” I exploded.


“Beats me,” Louis shrugs.


I had the urge to jump on him and strangle him at his current uselessness. But, of course, I can't do that. One, he's my best friend. Two, I'm the under dog seated in a hospital bed while he was casually typing on his phone on the couch across the room.


“Tommo,” I gritted my teeth, to which he chuckled.


“Relax, Lad. She'll forgive you for being a fucktard,” he smiled.


“Screw you.”


“I'm serious!” he grinned, “You're Harry motherfucking Styles! Any girl would forgive you.”


“But she's not any girl,” I sighed, “she's Ava.”


“Someone's smitten,” Zayn chuckled.


I rolled my eyes, “Look who's talking Mr. Go-Buy-Little-Mix's-Album!”

He glared at me with the hint of amusement in his eyes. I laughed, soon stopping after reminding myself what just happened between me and Avalon.


“Oh, guys, I might've told her I loved her?!” I nervously chuckled.


They all gawked at me, c'mon, what I did couldn't make that big of an affect, right?


“You dropped the 'L' word,” Niall gasped, “no.”


“Why is that so bad? She can't really think I meant it, I mean I did, but she does--” I started.


“No!” Liam yelled.


“You're doomed!” Louis overacted, “Doomed I tell ya!”


“Louis,” I raised my hands in defense, “it can't be that bad.”


“It can't be that bad, besides, she probably loved it. I mean, she is a big fan,” I shrugged.


“But she'll be freaked out nonetheless,” Liam frowned.


“Fuck!” I groaned.


I heard them share laughs and I took time to shoot a death stare at each one of my best friends, and , erm, Niall.


I don't know what to do about him, now.

“Oh, Harry,” Louis called, “we're all fucked hard tomorrow, the paps know all the shiz between you and Ni.”


“Yeah, it's going to be tough, mate,” Zayn sympathetically smiled.


“Leprachaun, this is your fault,” I blamed.


“Sure, it's all my fault. Next time don't punch me, let me leave, give me enough time to get drunk, and try to talk to me while I had a weapon and the capability of making you die!”


“I wouldn't have done that if you didn't offend the love of my life, would you like if I called Cara a whore?”


“Don't even try,” he narrowed his eyes at me, “I wouldn't treat Cara like you treat Ava. Not a billion years.”


“At least I met Ava, where's your precious Cara?” I screamed.


I felt my breath hitch in my throat, and I began a coughing fit. My lungs and ribs felt weak, and I had the urge to explode. It was as if smoke was in my lungs, and it was trying to find it's way out of me. I coughed with all my will until I was handed a cup of water by Zayn.


“You a'right?” Liam patted my back.


“Yeah, just, too much drama,” I pouted.


“It'll be fine Haz, I promise,” Louis genuinely smiled.


I felt reassured when Louis' eyes crinkled like they always do whenever he smiles. His blue eyes always brought comfort to my heart. Sure, I looked like the more intimidating one; with my height and tattoos- Louis' catching up to my amount, by the way- but Louis' the stronger one between us. He's been through much more, and I always look up at him (not literally) in tough situations like this one. He's always there for me. He understands.


When he said 'I promise', I believed him. I'd believe anything he'd say. I mean, he had no reason to lie to me. From that moment till the end of the day, I felt better than I had for a while now- excluding the moment I met Ava. And I didn't bother Niall much.


Thank you, Loubear.


Ava's P.O.V


“You've been staring at his number for the past hour. Just call him already!” Samantha exasperated.


“I don't know if I should,” I spoke in a hushed tone.


“C'mon, you've Avalon Jade fucking Wright! And guess what? You're always fucking right! Call him and tell him everything that's on your mind!” she encouraged with a bit too much enthusiasm.


“Ok,” I spoke in a shaky breath before pressing the call button and putting it on speaker.


Not even two beeps later, he answered.


“Ava,” his hoarse voice sent shivers down my back. I almost forgot how to speak.


“Hello Harry,” I spoke with the most confident tone I could muster.


“Listen, Av--”


“No! You listen,” I demanded, “I'm not happy with your behavior previously!”

“You tell him, girl!” Samantha encouraged.


“And I hate how you think you're better than me!” I continued, “We are equals and not everything about you is perfect either, mister!”


“Everything about you,” he breathed out.


“What about it?”


“It's everything about you, you, you. Everything that you do, do, do. From the way that we touch ba-by. To the way that you kiss on me,” he sang.


I melted on the spot, he's so sweet.


No, Ava! He's trying to make you forgive him by serenading you! Don't fall for it!


I straightened up and sternly spoke into the phone, “You think you can go around serenading people and everything becomes all better? This is not Glee, so don't let me bitch slap you, you little whor--”


Ava!” Samantha scolded.


Another voice chuckled through the speaker, “Listen, Babe, Louis here.”


Hey!” I grinned.


You gotta be fucking me!” a voice I recognized as Harry's groaned in the background; probably at the fact that I prefer Louis over him at the moment.


I understand that you want to cut off Hazza's balls, who can blame you? But excuse him, he forgot his manners. So, Babe, give him a chance.”


No way,” I scoffed.


Please, I'd do anything!” he gave in.


Anything, huh?” I smirked at the thought, “I'm a Larry shipper, you shouldn't have said that.”



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Love youz ;)xx -Jessica

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