The Skaters

My name is Myra Moon. But people call me a midget. Why? Because I'm way smaller than other girls of my age which is 18. People think it's a reason the bully me. There is also another thing: I'm a skater. Nobody ever stood up for me; except a boy named Harry Styles.


9. Get caught in a trap

Harry's p.o.v.:

My friends hid themselves on the square. I was afraid to go there. Who knows what will happen? But it will be worse to stay home. And by the way, I'm not alone. My friends will be there to protect me. When I arrived on the square, Logan and his friends were waiting for me. "Well well well, look who has arrived." said Logan. "What do you want from me?" I acted cool, but I was scared as hell. "I don't want anything from you. But I have something you might want back." "What are you talking about?" Then, his friends made place. I saw Myra sitthing on her knees, and a knife infront of her throat - hold by one of Logan's friends. Her hands and her feet were fastened with a rope; so she couldn't escape. "Myra! Let her go!" I screamed. "Oh no. Myra hasn't been smart. She followed you. Bad girl." Logan kicked Myra in her stomach. That made me so mad that I pushed Logan - even though I knew it was a bad idea. "Nicholas, I want to see a little bit of blood." Logan said to the guy with the knife. Myra screamed when she got hurt by the knife. Now, my friends jumed out of the bushes. Liam grabbed the knife from Nicholas and my friends surrounded Logan's friends. "It's over, Logan. You've lost." said Liam brave. "What makes you think that?" Then, we heard the police coming. "No, you didn't." said Logan angry. The police arrested Logan and his friends and I ran to Myra. I  cut the ropes and hold her thigh. She was crying. "It's okay, it's over." I said. The police brought Myra to their office to question her. I had to wait in the corridor for an hour. Then, I brought Myra to her house. The police had called her parents to explain what happened. I've asked Myra's parents if I could stay with her for the rest of the day and the night; they agreed. On Myra's room, I tried to comfort her, since she was still crying. I dried her tears with my thumbs and I kissed her slowly. "Don't cry, my love. It's all over." She hugged me. I lay down on her bed and she lays down on my, face to face. "I love you, Harry. I really do." I smiled. "I love you too, Myra. More than you'll ever know." We kissed passionly.

Myra's p.o.v.:

I layed down on Harry with my eyes closed. He stroke my hair softly and gave me a kiss on the forehead. After 10 minutes, Harry stood up. "What are you going to do?" "We are going to dance." "Without musice?" "Without music." He said. I smiled and stood up as well. I layed my arms around his neck and he held my waste. He looked into my eyes. I can look into his eyes forever. We forgot the time but I knew it was time for dinner when my stomach started to growl. "What do you want to eat?" I asked Harry. "There is a pizzeria not far away from here." he suggested. "Sounds good." I said and I kissed him. We only had to drive half an hour. The furnishing of the pizzeria was very Italian and very romantic. Our table had a red tablecloth and there were 3 candles burning. We both ordered a coke and pizza Hawaii. It was one of the best pizza's I've ever eaten. We talked about everything that has happened. I thought that conversation was going to infect the atmosphere, but it didn't. Actually, it was relieving. When we arrived at my house, we went to my room and layed down on my bed. We still talked, kissed and cuddled alot before we eventually fell asleep.

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