Splash into Something New

A long, boring vacation to the beach at the end of summer turns into something totally different, with 19 year old Cleo and her slightly older friend, Clara, all wrapped up in it!!


13. The Maniac

Glass flew in every direction, bits of it shattering once it collided with something. Clara and I dove for the cover of the bed but we were too slow, a few shards of it stuck to our skin. A tall girl with brown, curly hair and wild eyes pounced through the window. "So it's YOU who stole my darling Harry!! And YOU stole Niall!" She accused, pointing at each of us in turn, hand shaking violently. Clara scrambled hurriedly towards the wall, I didn't react in time so the attacker grabbed me. I sat there, whimpering, as she held a knife to my throat. "I don't know how and I don't care, all I know is you took them away from me!!" She shrieked, "I would send Harry texts saying how much I loved him and call him to tell him I'm watching him through his window." While she was ranting, I glanced at Clara to see her texting, I almost screamed, texting at a time like this?! The maniacs lecture brought me back to her attention when she raised her voice even louder, "How could he go after someone like YOU? You don't even have curly hair? I mean Harry's hair matches mine! Curly! Brown! He's MINE!" At those last two words, she pushed the knife against me a little harder, causing a trickle of blood to flow down my neck. I heard Clara's phone beep in her pocket, the maniac's attention flicked right to her. "And YOU!" She swung around to point the knife at Clara, as Clara's eyes widened in fear. "Stealing my poor Irish baby away from me as well! Every night I would send him boxes of food, every morning he sent me some back...with a stamp too! It said return to sender on it, whatever that means." She giggled hysterically. "What's your name?" Clara asked the girl boldly as I snuck towards the wall, away from her. "Well, I guess you need to know the name of your killer, my name is—" The crazy attacker crumbled to the floor, Harry stood behind her holding a taser, every inch of his face was warped by horror. The rest of the boys rushed in to see what the commotion was about and called the police. They came quickly and handcuffed the unconscious maniac, and while dragging her away, her knife created a line of my blood all the way out. Harry rushed to my side with a cloth and some bandages,"Are you alright?" He asked soothingly, wiping the blood away from the cut. Louis came over as well, to see what had happened to me. All I could do was cry, the ugly, all-out sobbing. Shh....you're okay now. Oh and I've been meaning to ask you, would you be my girl?" Louis whispered into my hair as he hugged me, rubbing my back to calm me. "Maybe, we'll see how it goes," I say cautiously, a small smile forming on my lips. "I think you would be safer if you came to stay at our place for a while either way." He suggests and I nodded shakily in reply. Harry looked at both of us one at a time, with a glint of something close to disappointment in his eyes, and stood up, brushing his hands on his pants. He ran his hand through his curls as he watched Louis pick me up bridal style, hugging me to his chest so he didn't drop me. "Clara!!!!!!" Niall screamed, he dashed over and helped her up. "Okay, you are officially staying with me!" He swept her off her feet and carried her the same way Louis was carrying me. "Let's kidnap us some temporarily emotionally unstable princesses!!" Louis suggested, grinning at me as he carried me outside.

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