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?


1. Chapter one.

My eye's were glued to the small television screen that was in my kitchen as I cooked mine and his dinner, I was watching my favorite TV show - Dr. Phil. It's a bit odd to know that I watch him, yes I know, I've been told constantly, but it always brings a smile to my face to know that other people have problems, too. Not problems like I do, though.

I was trying to cook as slowly as I could, waiting for Harry to come home from his --- job, I guess I should say.

We come to interupt your television program to bring you news!

I rolled my eyes, I knew exactly what this would be about. For, it has happened lots of times before.

He is at it again! Just five minutes ago, we found two dead bodies, both males. The people of these bodies have not been identified yet.

"I'm home." I heard his cold voice ring through the air as I heard the front door slam close, I quickly turned the televison off and turned around to greet him.

"Hi, babe." I said, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek before turning my attention the the carrots I was cutting.

"Hey." He said as he sat down at the kitchen table.

"Who was it?" I said, skipping straight to the point as I poured the carrots into the pan.

Harry began to chuckle, "News? I should have my own fan base."

I let out a sigh, "What's the name?"

"Well, I was thinking of 'The Man's' and my fans could be called 'Mannies.'" Harry said.

"Harry, I'm talking about the two males you killed." I said as I rolled my eyes.

"I dunno." He said.

"Harry." I said strictly.

"Honestly. I don't kill everyone I know. I kill randomly. Everyone's my prey, you know? As if I keep track of names." He said as he stood up and walked over to the refrigerator, pulling out a beer.

"You're going to have to stop, Harry. One day, just one day, you're going to get caught." I said.

"And that day, just that day," he began to say, mocking me, "I will be dead that day. Because of old age, not because I was caught, and they sentenced me to die." He said, rolling his eyes.

"When you get caught-" I began to say, but Harry started saying "shhh."

"You're always thinking crazy thoughts." He said.

"It's just a thought. I'm just saying, when you get caught, I'm just going to sit back and say 'Ha, told you so.' as they handcuff you.'"I said, beginning to chuckle.

"Ha, ha. You wouldn't have anywhere's to live without me, and for you to wish for me to get caught? Tsk, tsk." He said, coldly. "But," he said, his voice turning lighter, as if he hadn't just told me that I would be living alone if he wasn't with me, which was untrue. I could just go back and live with my mum. "Change of subject, what's for dinner?"


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