Maybe Being Wrong Is A Good Thing

All Rachel wanted was to be loved. Yeah she had her two best friends Alex and Maleah but she wanted a guy to love her. To love her for her and not to have to change for them. One day she somehow meets her favorite boy band One Direction in the weirdest way. Rachel loved them but had NO intention of falling for one of them. Dating a star would be to stressful and she was sure they would be stuck up. But.....maybe she was wrong.


23. Hate Gone Wild

Rachel's POV


Oh.Mi.God. Is this what I get for dating Harry? I knew I would get twitter hate and stuff but I never knew it would go this far. As in, oh you know, nothing big. Just, you know, TRYING TO KILL ME. I started to shake. The girl was really strong. She was very pretty with bleach blonde hair and looked exactly like one of the girls that Harry would date. The opposite of me. I looked into those evil blue eyes that stared back at me. 


"Wh-wh-what do you want?" I stuttered. She laughed. "Wow, you really are clueless. I want your boyfriend retard." Well duh. I figured that by the way she was acting, the way she called me 'Harry's girlfriend', and the bracelet on her wrist that said 'Future Mrs. Styles.' I tried to make my body stop shaking, but that wasn't happening. "Look, you fans who think that trying to kill or hurt the girlfriends of any of the members of One Direction are stupid. Hurting the girls they love is gonna make them hate you. Yes, HATE you. Because, I hate to tell you, but---" I think yelped, because i felt the knife digging into my arm. I hadn't realized she had moved her other arm to my throat and was no cutting into my arm with the knife. She then covered my mouth with her hand attached to the arm on my throat.


I yelped and screamed into her hand. She then stopping and took the knife's blade out of my arm letting the blood run down my arm. I gasped and panted from the pain. "I'm not trying to kill or hurt you. I am." She said and then smiled. "Look honey, Harry is made for beautiful, thin, hot, sexy, um.....oh and uh good looking girls. And you are none of that. Harry needs to realize what he's missing. Yeah, he's missing girls like me. Sorry, Rachel right? Sadly, this is the way I have to show him that. By killing you." She then got off of me and I slid down the wall and tried to not let the tears out of my eyes. "Come at me. I dare you." I said, looking up at her. She smirked. "No problem." 


She then lunged for me and I rolled out of the way, so she crashed into the wall. A move I had learned from being tickled from Harry so much. She growled. Like a bear. That's attractive. I was about to make a smart remark to her, but she then lunged for me again and caught me this time. We rolled around on the floor screaming and trying to get a punch at each other. I then felt the blade in my calf. I didn't scream. I didn't yell. I just gasped, and then gasped again as I felt ripped out of my body. Then I felt it on my thigh and this time I screamed. Loud. I then then saw 7 blurry figures run in with lots of other people.


I then saw nothing else, except tall, curly haired figure kneel down next to me. 



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