My boyfriend's a killer (Harry Styles fanfic)

My name's Vanessa Ellison Stone. I'm an A+ student, great with kids, have lots of friends. My life sounds great, a life everyone would like to have, which I can't argue, I do have a great life.... But not a great love life. I have a boyfriend who I love to pieces, him and I moved in together when I was only seventeen, (I'm eighteen now). I know it's a young age to be moving in with your boyfriend, but when your parents force you to either pick family or him, you have to choose, even though it's tough. Now, enough about that. He's wonder. I love him. He loves me. Everyone thinks he's a good guy from how he approaches, but at the end of the night and sometimes during the day, he's the most wanted person........ By the way, did I mention he's one of the most-wanted serial killers?

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2. Chapter two.

I know what you guys must be thinking, "How could you possibly live with a guy who's a serial killer?!"

Let me tell you this, it's not great whatsoever (which I'm positive you've already guessed that it wasn't great.)

Well, some people think that it may be quite fun to live with a killer, but it's not, shall I point out some reasons?

Reason one, Harry's super protective on me. If someone yells at me at a store for, let's say I 'bumped into them' and I come home and tell Harry about how humiliating it was for me to be yelled at in the middle of the store. Usually when I tell him stuff like this, I would notice him tighten his knuckles - like put his hand into a fist - and his cheeks would have a light shade of red on them. 

He'd ask me what their name was, what they looked like, what gender they were, and stuff like that. I'm not one for killing, I love Harry, but I absolutely hate what Harry does. In response to all of his questions he would ask, I would always shake my head 'no' and stay quiet, but he would force it upon me to tell him. He wouldn't shower me with kisses or anything to make me give up and tell him, instead he threatens me. He would say stuff like, "I will turn myself into the police and tell them that you knew about this all the whole time", and sometimes he would threaten to kill me. That's another reason on why having a serial killer boyfriend is horrible, but anyways, when I give in and tell him, he would get up and leave without saying another word to me, and I would just sit there and stare at the telephone and debate on if I should call the police to report it, but I always let out a sigh and change my mind. I know I would be saving a life, but I would be losing the love of my life.

A few hours later, Harry would come home with blood stains on his shirt and head straight to the shower without saying another word for me. Then I would go to bed, blaming myself for the death of the poor, innocent person he killed tonight. And when morning approaches and I watch TV, the same person who I bumped into at the store that yelled at me would be on there, and would be reported dead.

"You okay?" Harry asked, snatching me out of my thoughts, as he took a bite of the food I cooked.

"I'm fine, just dandy fine. I was thinking." I said as I played with my food, using my fork.

"Of?" He asked.

"Nothing." I said.

"Tell me." He said, his voice smoothed.

"No, it's nothing." I said, again.

"Tell me." He said once again, his voice demanding.

The house phone began to ring, dismissing me from the dinner table, thankfully.

"Hello?" I said.

"Vanessa! It's me, Niall."

I smiled, "Hi!" I said.

"I can't talk long," My stepbrother, Niall, said, "I have to get back to working, and I meant to call you later, but tomorrow my dad's family's side is coming over and your mum's family is coming over, and they asked me to call you since they were busy, but I totally forgot until now."

"And?" I asked as I looked over at Harry, who was eating his chicken.

"And we're having a little family party. We wanted to know if you would like to come?" Niall asked, his voice sounding like it was begging for me to come.

"I don't know." I said.

"Come on, you can bring Harry!" Niall said.

I looked back at Harry, "Alright, I'll see if I can talk him into it. I'll see you tomorrow, maybe. Tell mom I said hi." I said before hanging up and walking back over to the table.

"Harry." I said in my voice that I always use whenever I needed a favour from him.

"What do you want?" He asked as he wiped his mouth with his sleeve, which drove me insane. He knows I don't like when he wipes his mouth on his sleeve. 

"My mom and step dad are throwing a family party-" I began to say, but Harry cut me off.

"No." He said.

"Please." I said as I tried my best to make a puppy dog face.

"No." He said once again as he stood up from the table and began to walk away from me.

"Come on! Please!" I said as I followed him. "Y-you can bring your friends with you."

I mentally slapped myself when I said that. I absolutely hate Harry's friends. And he knows it, and I'm sure his friends know it, too.

I could have sworn I felt and saw Harry smirk as he turned around to face me. "Alright. Deal." He said before turning back around and walked to mine and his room.

I knew at that moment, I had made a huge mistake by inviting him to bring his friends.

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