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



10. Chapter 8


Sorry for the late update, I was  sick and still am. This chapter is longer than the last one and is MUCH more dramatic,  so hold on to your chairs, Ladies! :D 

"The things that we love tell us what we are."

Please comment and like! I love you all! :)xx -Jessica


Avalon's P.O.V


I felt confused as I spotted Samantha smirking. As my best friend, I was hoping she'd be sympathetic. I felt even more confused as she proudly walked toward the overly enthusiastic man whom I chose to name Bob. What really made me widen my eyes and furrow my eyebrows was how my best friend and Bob shook hands after she gave him a paper. He gave her something, too. An envelope.


Samantha won.


She sent a smile in my direction and waved the envelope in the air. Noticing the girls around me crying, some were sending insults at Samantha, while I was still completely and utterly confused.


Even as we were walking to the parking with at least a dozen girls following after us for the envelope, I was still shocked.


“You.” I stuttered, “You won?”


“Yes, we won. Ava, I'm about to make your dreams come true.” She smiled.


I couldn't take it, I broke down. Tears streaming down my cheeks, hands covering my face, body violently shaking. I kept on muttering profanities, and for the second time in less than 24 hours, I was crying for the same boys. Tears of joy, that is.


I can't believe this.


We arrived at my driveway, and I dragged Samantha along with me to my room. I didn't hold anything in.


“I'm going to meet them. I'm going to fucking meet the boys. I-- need to know what I'll be wearing. Oh my god.” I screeched. “I'll be seeing Louis, Liam, Zayn, Niall, and Harry. If I'm luck enough, I'll see Larry together.”


I started belting out 'Live While We're Young' for no reason. This is how a fangirl feels like. I jumped up and down on my bed, singing at the top of my lungs. Ignoring the dark glares from Samantha, and basically going mental.


I don't even care.


“We need to pick out outfits.” I yelled.


She winced, “Stop with the screaming, the concert is on the 27th, Babe. We have almost two weeks.”

“But, no. Now.” My sentences probably didn't make sense at the moment.


Nothing made sense to me in the moment. I was probably expecting for Samantha to pinch and wake me up from this dream. Not wanting her to, I backed away from her. Which, apparently, she found amusing.


“You're crazy.” She shook her head.


“Truly, madly, crazy, deeply in love with them.” I sang. Hand heading toward my back pocket, to claim my phone. “Holy shit, it's 6 PM already?”


Harry's P.O.V


“Fuck yeah. Fuck you all, you can suck my dick, Bitches. Screw you, you little shits. I. Can't. Oh my... Penis!” I screamed.


“Chill, Mate. Since when did you start cursing so much?” Zayn snickered.


“Zayn, I love you.” I smiled and kissed his cheek. I repeated similar actions with the rest of the boys. In addition, I slapped Louis' arse. “Your bum is gorgeous, I want to be in you, Lou. I would, but I'm taken and so are you.”


“Man, fuck off. You're scaring the living shit outta me.” His eyes widened while he was pushing me off. “You're acting weird, what's going on?”


“And you were yelling 'yes' repeatedly for the past ten minutes while you were in your room.” Liam pointed out.


“If you were getting down and dirty, we understand. But keep it quiet next time.” Niall smirked.


“How about you suck my dick?” I growled. “Oh my god, I'm sorry. That was harsh, I love you.”


“Are you on your man period, Haz?” Louis asked.


“You won't guess what happened.” I smiled ignoring his accusation. “She's coming to our concert.”


The room erupted with cheers while I stared blankly ahead. I still couldn't believe this.


“Harry, you're going to see Ava face to face.” Niall grinned, showing off his perfect braces-less teeth. “What's wrong, Dude?”


“I love her so much.” I croaked and a wet substance attacked my face. “Look at me. I'm crying. I'm so pathetic.”

“No you're not.” Liam reassured.


“You just love her so much.” Zayn shrugged. “It's how things work around here, Man.”


The Pakistani accent that he forced out made a smile appear on my face.


“We need to make sure that concert is the best we ever have. She needs to be smiling the entire time while she sang along and stole glances of us. I want to make her feel special. So special.” I ordered.


“I'm assuming she's going with Sam, what row?” Niall asked.


“Front row, seat 5A. Sam's seat is 6A. They have backstage passes.” I grinned.


“What the fuck? How?”


“Some competition at some mall. Does that matter anyway, Niall? We're meeting them.”


“I wish I could meet Cara.” He frowned. “Why can't we remove the cameras in her old house, again?”


I felt bad for him, but I needed my Ava. “'Cause Ava sometimes goes there, how am I supposed to see her in that case?”


“Of course. Stupid Ava.” He muttered loud enough for me to hear.


“What the fuck did you just say? Say it once more, you'll see.” I threatened.


“Stupid Ava.” He spat.


“You ass...” I yelled. Lunging at him was a fail as my three other friends held me back. “Don't talk about her like that.”

“You're pathetic, Harry. And you're so fucking selfish for some cunt that doesn't know you think she exists. What are the chances of you two getting together?”


“What about you and Cara, huh? What would she see in you? What's so fucking special about you?” I tried getting out of their grip, failing.


“I know how to treat a woman properly. You know nothing about that.”


“You know what? Nobody likes you, Niall. I don't understand why you're even in this band. You don't deserve it.” I jumped at him at last, my fist colliding with his nose. Blood seeped out of his injury. Tears threatening to escape his eyes.


“Why would you do that you idiot?” Zayn scolded. I know I probably went too far, hitting him and hitting a very soft spot; his personality.


“I know, Harry. I don't deserve to be here, I'm shit, right? It was nice knowing you all, but I can't go on knowing I'm worthless. And Harry, I hate you.” Tears already escaped his eyes and covered his pale cheeks. He ran out the door.


Just like that.


We weren't even together for three years yet, and the band is already splitting up. The lads chased after him, but it was too late. He'd already went into his car and escaped to who knows where.


Feeling guilty, I ran off to my car. Determined on finding him. As I walked out of the building, paparazzi swarmed around me.


“Why is Niall injured?”


“Where did he go to?”


“Are you two in a fight?”


“Tell us what happened with Haylor.”


“Who's Ava?”

The interviewer's voice echoed in my head. How the fuck do they know Ava? I wanted to ignore them all, I really did. I guess I didn't.


“Can you please leave? We're having a lot of issues right now and the last thing we need is a group of people who have nothing to do with us asking about our personal lives. What part of personal don't you understand? Stop it, okay? Stop.” I yelled.


I expected them to be frightened. They weren't. They got braver, asking more questions and taking more pictures. I let out a low grunt and jogged to my car. I sat in it for a while, pondering over where Niall could be. Then, a thought came to my head.


The Live While We're Young shooting location.


He always loved that place, we go camping there sometimes, too. Another reason is that Niall and I were madly drunk one day, and we somehow built a tree house there. Whenever we want to run away from trouble, that's were we go.


Pushing against the pedal, I drove off. The drive there is supposed to take a while, so I turned on the radio.


I know we only met but let's pretend it's love.” Live While We're Young just happened to be playing.


I grabbed my phone from my pocket once I stopped at a red light, and found Nick's name in my contact's list.


Nick as in Nick Grimshaw. He's the man who could brighten up your day almost as much as Louis can.


Harry.” He cheered and I could just imagine the grin he had.


Grimshaw, what's up, Man?”


Nothing too important, just finished the radio broadcast. What about you, Sucker?”


Funny story. Oh, and well, I might of--”


Punched Niall in the middle of his face?”


How the fuck--”

It's all over the news, Harry. You're outburst at the paps is as well. What's going on?”


He insulted her.” My voice was weak and sorrowful. The tears were burning my eyes, as if asking to escape.


Harry,” He sighed, “You can't punch your best friend just for a girl you don't know!”


But Nick, I know her. I fucking know her. She means the world to me.”


It's bros before hoes.”


She's not a hoe. She's the most beautiful girl I know.”


When did you become this sappy, Mate? Imagine this, the band breaking apart all because of that chick.”


I thought about it, “She's not a chick, Nick. You don't fucking get it.”


Match, you know what I think about that? It's bullshit. It made your life ten times worse, and all the fucking shit you're getting. People know about Ava, Harry. They don't know who the fuck she is or how you know her, but they know there's a girl called Ava in your life. And trust me,” He took a deep breath, “They're not fucking happy about it.”




The only answer I have is Taylor. She knows that there's an Ava in your life.”


Bloody Taylor.”


Where are you now?”


I'm heading toward Tunbridge Wells to find Niall.”


Okay. Do what you gotta do.”


I will. Bye, Grimmy. See you later, Lad”


Bye, Styles.”


With that, I hung up. I let out a loud groan in frustration.


I don't fucking get it. How does Taylor know about Ava? Why did she have to tell the entire world about it? What's her problem?


Meanwhile, I also have the band problem. Nick is obviously right. It's either the band or Ava. I can't have both since whenever I try to, I end up having so many fucking problems.


I can't choose, though.


The band, we've been together for a few years now, I can't let all of that go. The memories, the laughs, the video diaries, the tears when we lost, the smiles that we shared, the bromances, the number one's, all of that. I can't simply let that go. The fans, the support, the dedication, the love.


Love. Ava gives me that. Every time she speaks, it seems perfect. The way her hips sway whenever she's dancing. The way she chews her food, and drinks her juice afterward since she doesn't like sodas too much. The way her eyes lighten up whenever she gets happy. Or how her eyes turn the slightest bit gray when she's sad. Maybe it's her smile. She's got that cheeky kind of grin plastered on her face no matter who she's talking to. She's so sarcastic, I love it. When she's mad, I can't help but relate her to a sad puppy. She looks helpless and so annoyed it's adorable. The way she types furiously on her computer whenever she gets the need to share something on Twitter. The way she sits cross-legged in her footy pajamas on lazy days. The way she scoops ice cream after heart breaks. The way she smiles makes me smile myself. I think I admire her personality the most. She can make you the happiest lad just by looking at you or saying 'hello', she'll make you feel wanted and loved.


I want to make her feel wanted and loved. That's my plan.


I can't choose, though.


I hit the brakes once I reached my destination, I saw Niall's car in the distance. Of course he's here.


Niall.” I yelled once I exited the car.


Fuck off.” I heard him say.


I'm not gonna hurt you, I just wanna talk.”


Fuck off.” He growled.


I turned around, and he had something pointed at me. A knife.


He has a knife.


He has a knife pointed at me.


He has a fucking knife pointed at me.


My best friend has a fucking knife pointed at me.





Hiiii I understand if you want to kill me but I had to do it. Love you hehe :D



Stay beautiful, Beautiful!

Love you. :)xx -Jessica



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