I woke up prematurely again the next morning with the same screams and the same dream. But, something about the dream was off. In all of the other dreams the touch was always cold, ice cold. This time it was hot, as if it was blazing my skin. It made me uncomfortable. Why would the dream change?

“Are you alright?” Korra asks me touching my arm. I look to her and her expression shows that of worry and when I stare at her it turns to that of fright.

“Why wouldn’t I be alright?” The look on her face is starting to scare me.

“Holland, look at your arms.” What is she talking about? I obey her and look down at my arms and I almost throw up. Deep scratch wounds are all down both limbs. I look at my hands and they are splattered with blood. Did I do this to myself?

“Holland, what did you dream about last night?” Korra demands. I can’t tell her that. She can’t know about my dreams or she will know the truth on why I came here. She doesn’t need that kind of thing in her life.

“You know I can’t tell you that.” I say quietly. Korra glares at me.

“Holland you were talking in your sleep last night.” She tells me. Talking? I don’t think that’s ever happened before.

“I was talking?” I started to feel my stomach churn “Wha- What did you hear?” I hope I didn’t say anything to revealing.

“You kept repeating ‘Get off of me’ and that’s all. But you would wake up and then go back to sleep so I just let you sleep instead of waking you up. I didn’t know you were hurting yourself.” She says. She was staring at me. Trying to gage my reaction.
That explains the scratches on my arms I guess I was trying to get the feel of the hands “off” of me. She’s going to expect an explanation.

“Okay Korra, I’ll tell you some of it but you can’t tell anyone about it. Understand? Not even your parents.” I don’t want anyone to find out about this. She nods quickly.

“I was being held down, and I was simply trying to get them off of me.” That’s all she needs to know. For now.

“I have dreams like that too Holland, and I certainly don’t try to claw my own arms off. There’s something you’re not telling me!” she raises her voice. She can’t know, not yet. Then an idea comes to me. Two can play at this game.

“Yeah and there’s something you’re not telling me, so I guess we are even Korra.” I raise my voice as well.

“What are you talking about?” she questions me looking confused. Good I through her off.

“Harry, remember? You have a secret and so do I. You gave me a hint and so did I.” I tell irately.

“Oh my god.” She says, remember something.

“What?” I ask.

“You’re supposed to meet Harry today!” she says, her voice dripping with excitement. Shit. She goes from one problem to another, I swear.

“I know.”

“Well, we have to get you cleaned up! How are you going to hide these scratches?” hmm… I could always where a cardigan.

“I have it planned out, it’s fine. Just help me clean and disinfect these okay?” she nods at me and we walk to the bathroom and begin, what Korra is calling, the surgery. She always wanted to be a doctor, but again she’s too stupid.

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“Get ready!”

“No.” It’s only 5 o’clock right now, why would I have to get ready this early.

“Oh lighten up wouldja, you have a date with a hot guy! And don’t go all Miss Gloomy on him okay?!” she tells me.

“That’s your opinion, and this isn’t a date, it’s just a meeting. And stop calling me Miss Gloomy!” I yell in her direction. I am a little excited though, but not for the reason she is. I only want to know what the hell is going on around here. It’s only been a week and I’m already drowning in secrets. If i wanted it like this i should have just stayed put back home.

I got up off my bed and walked into the bathroom to wash my face and put on some light makeup. My cardigan is dark green with gold outlining’s, so I base my eye shadow on it. I put on a thin layer of eye liner on the top of my lid and add some mascara. I like to look more natural, a lot of makeup is dangerous in my opinion. I curl my hair and pull it to the side and If Korra tells me to leave it down she can eat shit. After I’m done with my hair and face I walk into our bedroom to check the clock. 6:00 it reads, I run to my bed and start putting on the clothes I laid out. I have a gold tank top that will be covered with the cardigan, which as long sleeves to hid my scratches. I put on my ripped jeans and put on my favorite pair of combat boots that went up higher than the normal ones. When I say that I’m ready, Korra eyes me and walks to her nightstand.

“Here this is one of my favorite gold necklaces, I think it will be nice since you have the whole gold theme going on.” She smiles at me. I thank her and she nods.

“Time to go Holl!” she declares

“Alright.” I’m nervous. I don’t know how I’m going to bring up the subject. All I know is that he has a lot of people after him.

Half way through the drive a song comes on the radio.

“Written on these walls are the stories that I can’t explain, leave my heart open but it stays right here empty for days.” Sings a raspy voice.

Korra quickly changes the station telling me she hates the song that was just playing. That was weird she never changes the station because Q 102 is here ‘favorite’. I honestly could care less I never listened to the radio before I met her, yet alone watched TV. Korra started to look around and found a spot to pull into.

“I parked down the street so you could walk up.” She says.

“Okay, I would have killed you if you dropped me off in front of him.” I began to jump out of the car and heard her chuckle telling me she knows.

“Holland?” she calls out to me.

“Yeah?” I look at her questioning.

“Good luck.” She smiles. I shut the door and begin the walk up the street towards the bakery.

When the bakery comes into sight I look around for the creepiest figure I can find. I remember last time I saw him he was in, what I believe, a disguise so he should be hiding right now, right? Outside the Bakery someone was leaning up on the wall all the way to the right typing away on their phone. That’s him. It’s the same as when he was at the party, he was away from everyone else and typing on his phone. He was wearing a dark grey sweatshirt with the hood up, skinny jeans and the same brown boots. He’s wearing sunglasses again. Doesn’t he understand that you wear them when it’s sunny not when there is no sun at all? What a weirdo. When I start to walk up to him he turns his head and stares at me. I’m now in front of him and he’s still staring, not saying a word. What the hell is with him and silence? He pushes off the wall and starts to walk away, shoving his hands in the pockets of his pants. What?

“Where are you going?” I ask him in confusion.

He turns his head not stopping and says “For a walk?... Coming?”

I start after him walking a little faster than I would like too. He turns down an uncrowded street and starts to slow down his pace, also removing his sunglasses in the process. I finally caught up and am walking next to him now. I can see him glance now and then at my face from my peripheral but he hasn’t said one word yet. I’m seriously thinking of making a run for it.

“I didn’t think you’d actually come.” He finally says quietly. Thank god, if I had to start the conversation… let’s be real I never would.

“Why would you think I wouldn’t.” I eye his face looking for some kind of reaction. There is none.

“You don’t even know me.” He looks at me as if he were looking for some type of reaction, it’s like he thinks I know him, but how could I? I just met him yesterday.

“For all you know I could be some pervert out to get you.” He chuckles, but then his features go back into this almost expressionless look. What’s with that face?

“You’re right I don’t know you, but isn’t that what this meeting’s for?” I ask. Isn’t the point of meeting up to get to know each other? Or at least that’s what I’ve heard.

“You’re right I guess I’m just not used to this.” What does he mean? This is so frustrating.

“Be honest with me Harry, why did you want me to meet with you?” I ask him unwavering. I need to get some answers out of him. Why me? He looks down at the ground, face in a frown, then all of a sudden he smirks.

“Honestly… I don’t know.” He sighs. I’m seriously getting nowhere with this guy. He’s barely even paying attention to me. He’s just looking at the ground, avoiding all eye contact. It’s just like…. Before. Don’t think about it, not now.

“-our name?” Is he talking to me?

“huh?” I ask hopeful that he was. Maybe he’s going to tell me something, but I really just want him to pull me from my haunting thoughts. He smirks at me popping one of his dimples out.

“You haven’t told me your name.” he says. That’s right, I guess I hadn’t.

“It’s Holland, Holland Kall.” I reluctantly say my last name. I hate it. “By the way, you haven’t told me your last name.” I inform him. He turns and looks at me with that same face, but something flashes through his eyes. Worry again? Is he worried about telling me his last name? I look at him expectantly. He frowns at me and then looks at the ground again.

“Styles. Harry Styles.” He tells me unwillingly.

“Do you not like your last name?” I ask him. He looks up at me surprised.

“No, why would I?”

“You seemed reluctant in telling me.” He frowns again, but this time it’s more like a scowl.

“I was.” He was? So he didn’t want to tell me his last name!

“Why?”

“Why do you have to ask so many questions, can’t we just have a normal conversation?” he snaps at me, annoyance dripping from his voice. That’s it.

“How can we have a normal conversation if you reject everything I say or ask. You said I didn’t know you so I’m making the effort too. I’m answering all your questions but when I ask you one you don’t want to tell me. If you’re going to hide everything maybe we shouldn’t even be meeting.” I hiss back. I just let out all my frustration on him. He looks away from me. What is his problem?! He seemed so normal at first. Maybe he doesn’t want to talk to me. Maybe he thinks meeting me is a mistake. He's refusing to say something.

“If you’re not going to talk to me then I think I should leave, what’s the point?” I ask him. His gaze at the ground turns into a glare. As I start to walk away he follows behind.

“Wait, please.” I keep walking.

“Not unless you tell me what your hiding.” He grabs my wrist and swings me around.

“Why is it so important? Why can’t you just talk to me.” He says me as if he’s someone else too.

“Because I don’t know who I’m talking too. You won’t tell me anything about yourself!” I say. He’s really starting to piss me off. If there’s one thing I hate more than anything else, its feeling helpless and well, awkward. He starts to back away from me. He’s glaring at me?

“One Direction.” He mutters quietly.

“What?” one direction? What kind of secret is that? Can he only walk in one direction? Is there something wrong with him?

“Look up One Direction, and you’ll have your answers.” He hisses the word answers. I’m looking this up? Like on the internet? I can tell he’s mad about something. He turns abruptly and starts to walk away. If he leaves me I’ll be lost.

“Where are you going?” I say for the second time tonight. But he doesn’t answer me, and disappears down a street.

Shit, this is bad

Notes

Hi everyone sorry i didn't update yesterday I wasn't feeling well :(! For my apology I will be posting chapter 6 by tonight! Yay two chapters in one day! Harry finally tells Holland the big secret! But there are more to come so she shouldn't think this will solve everything ;)

When Holland refers to that face picture it on the lines of this!

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