I tossed and turned in my bed. It was summer and we were having a heatwave in the UK. Yes I know, I did just say heatwave and the UK in the same sentence. But I knew it wasn't the heat that was keeping me awake, it was him. Never when he ran into my room those years ago did I think this boy was going to cause me so much drama. The funny thing about relationships is when one negative thing happens, you forget about all the positive things. They just become insiginificant. But in my case, the negative thing, was a pretty big thing. And there is no way I could ever forget it. But you can forgive without forgetting right? Or is it the other way round?

I pulled the duvet away from my body and allowed myself to cool down. I moved my hand around under my pillow trying to find my phone in the pitch black room. When I finally got it I turned it on and immediantly saw I had 23 missed calls all from Harry, but no texts, I expected him to throw in a few 'I'm so sorry' texts for good measure,but nothing. I debated whether to call him back thinking he would probably be asleep by now...with his arms wrapped around her. Snap out of it Sophie, your loosing focus. But then I remembered the reason he was calling me because she was apparently 'trying to kill him'. Which I struggled to believe to be honest, but I couldn't be sure. And if he was telling the truth and I just ignored him, I could never forgive myself if something happened to him. Sure he was a huge prick in my eyes, but he was my prick. Although, he isn't my prick anymore, he's hers. And if he was telling the truth, wouldn't he go to the police, why would he come to me?

I decided against calling him back just yet, I grabbed my laptop and waited for google to pop up. When it did I put her name into the search bar. I was almost scared to press enter, scared to see that Harry was right, but like google would know if she was some crazy woman who went around stealing from her lovers and then poisoning them. Wrong, google really does know everything.

The first few results were about her and Harry. Nothing new. But as I scrolled down, google dug a little deeper into Miss.Channing. Or should I say Miss.Bingham. Turns out she uses the name Miss. Channing so no one puts two and two together, but her real name is Bingham. She's been married god knows how many times, all for a suspicously short amount of time, no one can be that unlucky in love right. I researched all her previous husbands and some of her boyfriends who never made it down the aisle before they conveniently dropped dead. She'd been arrested for their murders a few times, but there was never eniugh evidence to convict her, so she was set free. He was right. She was going to kill Harry. My Harry.

I struggled to even go into my contacts list to find the number I once remembered off by heart, but I had forced my brain to erase it. I clicked dial and brushed my hair out of my face as it began to ring. Even though the duvet was no longer over me, I had never felt hotter.

I breathed a sigh of relief as the ringing tone came to a sudden halt and he picked up.



''Harry?''
''Hmm?'' I was right, he had been sleeping, but at this time, I couldn't care less. His life was at stake.
''Are you alone?'' I wasn't taking any risks of her hearing what I was going to say.
''Hold on.'' I heard the shuffling of his feet and the closing of the door before he continued but his voice remained a quiet whisper. ''I am now.''
''You need to get out of there Harry, and fast.'' I said with a voice full of panic.
''What, what's going on, do you know something?''
''I did some late night research into your new catch...'' I heard him sigh on the other end of the line waiting for me to continue. ''And you're in danger Harry, your life is at stake here. You were right.''
''What did you find out?''
''She's a murderer Harry.'' I heard him gasp. ''She goes around and attaches herself to guys with a big bank balance, and she slowly starts emptying it, at first so little that you won't notice, but then the withdrawls just get bigger, and if your lucky she'll save the big withdrawls for when you've suddenly 'dropped dead' so atleast you can die rich.''
Before he could reply I heard a girls voice enter the room in the background. It was her. ''Baby, who are you talking to so late at night.'' Her oh so sweet voice didn't seem so sweet now.
Just before I hung up I left a few last words, but these were a quiet whisper. She couldn't hear. ''Get out of there Harry. Fast.'' I stared at the screen for a few more seconds before chucking it to the side.

I didn't quite know what to do now. Demi. Tell Demi that's what I'll do. She always knows what to do, even in the worst of situations, but this was so bad that I don't know if even she will have an answer for this one.

Notes

Finding out a bit more about this mystery blonde in this chapter aren't we!
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On a lighter note, any of you going to the 1D concert on monday?