Abusive

He walked past me and my friends gasped as he stopped and winked. He continued walking. I have no idea who he is, but I have to admit he is really hot. His curly brown hair, emerald green eyes, those dimples. Wow. I watched as he disappeared into the dark alley. My friends looked at me with open jaws.
"Close them, before you let a fly in," I joked. They looked at me. "What?"
"Don't you know who that is?!" Emmie yelled.
"No,"
"That's Harry. Harry Styles,"
"So?"
"I heard he treats girls like toys and if you don't do what he says, he'll beat you," Emmie told me.
"He's abusive," Lauren told me.
"I bet that isn't true,"
"Al, you better be careful," Lauren said.

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Al's P.O.V.

 

I was sitting on my bed with Lauren and we were talking about Saturday. I am just so scared. I don't know what to wear, or what to do. I mean if I'm his next target, then that could mean anything. Anything. 

"Well, if I were you I would do anything he says, never say no,"

"I'm scared, Lauren,"

"I know you are,"

"What am I going to wear, or do? The date is tomorrow,"

"I just can't believe you said yes,"

"What was I supposed to do? I was scared,"

"I think we should just focus on the positive,"

"I know we sh-" my phone started ringing. I looked to see who it was. Harry. I looked at Lauren and she knew who it was. I pressed answer. 

"Hey, Harry,"

"Allyson,"

"What do you need?"

"Just wanted to talk to someone,"

"Oh,"

"Why don't I come over later, so I can find out where you live?" I shivered at the thought of him knowing where I live. Should I make up and excuse?

"Um, actually I'm going to be hanging out with my friends,"

"Oh," he said. He sounded a little bit, upset? Angry? It doesn't matter because I regret the words I said next.

"So, you're okay with that?"

"Why would I be okay with that? I'm coming over later whether you like it or not," he said and hung up. I looked over at Lauren, who's jaw was dropped. She heard the whole conversation. 

"I think I should, just yeah," she said as she left. 

"Lauren!" I yelled. But it was too late. I heard the door slam and I knew she was gone. Great. I'm probably going to get slapped, punched, I don't even know. 

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