Can Light Destroy Dark

Can light really destroy dark? Maxie is just a normal teenage girl living her life. No worries. No men. Just her and her best friend Jenny. Shes just 17 years old, what does she have to worry about? Well she needs to be worried because she does not know whats going to happen. ~Hey its kylie here so this is my new book about maxie meeting Harry Styles. She doesnt know him and she wont care about him when she meets him. But will that change over time?


3. Chapter 3.

 I woke up in someones house with my head all bandaged up. I ran my hand over my wound on my head wincing. "Where am i," I spoke to myself quietly. I sat up straight on the comfortable couch. My head pounding as i did. I closed my eyes for a split moment then heard a voice. "Your awake," His voice calm. My eyes popped open with fear knowing exactly whos voice it was. My legs started shuffling backwards farther away from me. "Your afraid of me, arnt you sweetheart?" He smirked. I gulped hard and nodded slowly. He sighed and shook his head. He turned away and walked to the kitchen. My eyes followed his every single footstep. "Why?" He questioned not making eye contact only rumbling in the kitchen. "B-because.. you frighten me, the way your eyes get dark when i dont do something you ask or dont answer you. The way you chased me down the alley way. You scare me..umm..." He cut me off,"Harry, the names Harry," His voice deep. He didnt say another word, he just walked up stairs. This is my chance. I have to leave. I jumped out of my seat and ran out the door. I finally got home breathing very hard as i slammed and lock my door. I slid down on the door and put my hands in my face. Heavy sobs escaped me. Tears rushing down my cheeks. The only thing i thought of to do was to call my other best friend Louis. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and dialed his number.                                                                                                                                                Louis: Hello?                                                                                                                                                    Me: L-louis w-will you p-please come over?        i managed to talk while sobs broke free.                   Louis: Are you crying? Ill be right over.                                                                                                         Before i could answer he hung up. About 20 minutes later my doorbell rang making me jump. I stood up and looked through the peep hole to see Louis standing there with a box of tissues,chocolate,and a movie. I opened the door and put on a weak smile. He smiled a small smile and hugged me tightly. I closed the door and we sat on the couch. "What happened?" He asked worriedly. I told him everything from the beginning about Harry. He looked down and said,"Oh, Max im so sorry," "Its ok," I smiled weakly. "Um by chance does he have green eyes,curly brown hair?" He asked looking up. "Yes, why?" I was confused how did he know. "Um do you know about the band One Direction i told you i was in?" "Yeah," He contiued,"Harry is part of my band,he isnt so bad once you get to meet him,but he gets mad to easily," He said starring into my eyes. "Yeah,i saw that," I giggled lightly as he laughed with me. He ran his fingertips over the covered wound. I winced and he stopped. "Did he do this to you?" His face looked as if he could hurt his own best mate. "N-no i pasted out and hit my head," He nodded and put in the movie he had. He say back down and handed me a tissue. I grinned at him and nuzzled my head into his neck. He wrapped his arm around my waist. I looked up at him and he looked down at me smiling. His smile faded as we both leaned in. Our lips brushed together lightly like a paint brush on a canvas. His lips met mine and moved together smoothly. Into the kiss my front door slammed open and we both jumped. Fear ran over my face as i saw. Saw. No. Harry.

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