(I edited the above pic and just made it my lockscreen and now I am for some reason in love with it)

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"My Anaconda Don't, My Anaconda Don't, My Anaconda Don't want None Unless You Got Buns Hun!

Boy Named Troy Used To Live in Detroit-"

My Alarm went off and Anaconda by Nicki Minaj blew across room. I groaned and stopped it to get up.

I really need to keep Daddy away from my room, was the first thought that came to my mind.

I got up and went to the restroom which was attached to my room. I took a quick shower, dried my hair and brushed my teeth.

After spending 5 minutes going through my closet I finally found my blue Skinny jeans with a black v-neck and a jean jacket. That should do it for now.

I got dressed and looked at myself in the mirror. Zayn is gonna pick me up in 15 minutes and I still didn't want to go to school. Ugh! Why can't I just spend the rest of my life in bed reading books and laughing at stupid RomComs with Zayn.

I made my way to the kitchen to find out that Dad had already made some pancakes for breakfast.

"Good morning starshine, the earth says hello" my oh-so-wise-and-lovely dad quoted Willy Wonka.

"Would have been a good morning if I hadn't woken up to Nicki Minaj singing Anaconda in my ears" I said while pouring myself some tea.

Dad burst out laughing and shaked his head fondly. "We really need to keep our Daddy away from your alarm"

I nod in agreement ignoring the fact that he said "our" instead of "your" cause well I have had worse.

"Speaking of Daddy, where is he?" I ask stuffing my mouth with delicious pancakes.

"He is still asleep. His work doesn't start till 11 so he's gonna be up till 10 I guess. Oh you need a ride to school?"

"Nah Zaynie's picking me up"

"Zayn your friend that's Becky's neighbour right? He's the one you used to spend your Summer with" he asked with a thoughtful expression on his face. (Becky being my Aunt Rebecca)

"Mhmm" I hummed in agreement since my mouth was currently too busy to form words. Wait, that sounded so sexual. Ew.

My thoughts were interrupted by a loud horn from outside the house.

Zayn!

"He's here. Gotta go dad. Bye" I said kissing him goodbye on his cheeks and he smiled at me.

"Bye Skye. Have a lovely day!" He called after me.

I went out of my house to Zayn's huge ass black Range Rover. He opens the door from the inside for me and I climb inside the car to turn to look at him.

He's wearing a black T-shirt and black skinny jeans which shows his body nicely. All his tatts are clearly visible. And he's wearing a silver chain around his neck and a few on his wrists along with some rings. You can clearly see his shoulder blades. Over all something I have never seen him wear.

He's looking at me fake-smiling but worry evident in his eyes. I know something was a miss but I couldn't put my finger on it.

He stared at me with the same look on his face for a while then I finally sighed and said;

"You know I used to think you are human being not a statue"

He smiled genuinely and turned to look at the road finally starting the car.

A few minutes and he still hadn't looked at me or talked to me. I sighed again

"Ok What the Fuck is going on? You do know I am no Telepath so you need to speak to tell me what's wrong" I said, annoyance evident in my tone.

He sighed and looked at me then turned back to the road. He opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out and he closed it. He opened it again but this time he finally said something.

"Imightormightnotbethebadboyoftheschool" it was too quickly and the words were jumbled up for me even understand clearly.

"Wha?" I forrowed my eyebrows trying to understand what he had said.

"Umm... Skye I am the bad boy of the school" he sighed. As soon as those words left his mouth I bursted out laughing.

"Hey, 's not funny! 'S the truth Skye!" He sounded a bit offended but that made me laugh even harder than before.

He huffed in annoyance and let me calm down from my laughing fit. When I finally was in control of myself.

"Ok sorry. But seriously Zayn Malik the bad boy? Zayn Malik the angry kitten more like!" I said while pinching his cheeks.

He lightly slapped my hand away.

"I'm serious Skye! I kind of have a reputation and people in school don't really like me. They either try to stay out of my shit or try to get my shit in them"

"Get your shit in them? What do you-oh.. Oh Shit.. Ew" I grimaced upon realisation what he meant.

"Yeah exactly! And I also don't hang out with anyone so they might give you weird looks when they see you with me" he said eyes still on the road.

"Oh well I don't give a shit about anyone anyway but I still don't understand you're so damn sweet and nice. How the fuck do they assume you are 'the bad boy'" I made air quotation at 'the bad boy'.

"Cause I am" he shrugged.

"Umm.. no you're not!"

"Yes I am Skye. You don't really know me that much. You only saw me every summer which is only two monthes. You don't know who I am outside my and your aunt's house"

"Well, if you put it that way I guess you're right but this still is hard to believe"

"Well, then go on leave me! Like everyone of those Fuckers just leave and don't talk to me!" He said calmly despite his words.

I put my index finger on my chin as if contemplating something and he watched me from the corner of his eyes.

"Nope" I said popping the 'p' in the end.

He grinned like he'd won the lottery or something and stopped the car.

"We're here" he said looking at me.

"I know"

"You know I love you right?"

"I know, I love me too"

He rolled his eyes playfully still smiling and got out of the car to open the door for me like always.

"Why thank you Mr. Malik the Bradford bad boy!" I said knowing he moved from Bradford when he was 5.

We got out of the parking lot and into the school hallway. I could see every single pair of eyes on me and would hear alot of gasps every now and then, these gasps were the only soumd that could be heard in the silent hallway. Well, Zayn did warn me but this was something I never expected.

I turned to him, he was still walkimg by me looking at the ground saying nothing and his arms were now covered by his leather jacket much to my disappointment.

"Ok this is a bit weird" I said to him.

He looked up at me. "I know. So are you ready to stop talking to me cause people might not like you simce you hang out with me?"

A look of disbelief showed on my face. "What the hell Z? Do you really believe I would do that? I won't leave you even if those fuckers decided to bully me for that" I say lightly punching his shoulder.

The hallway was still silent as if there weren't a swarm of student standing there gaping at me as I punched his shoulder and he smiled. His smile seemed to have triggered something as hundreds of gasps could be heard across the hallway.

What the actual fuck?

These people needed to mind their own business.

"You know something I don't understand" I said loudly looking at Zayn who furrowed his eyebrows.

"What?"

"Why is our life more important to all these fucking Zombies than their own?" I said loudly and my eyes roamed around the hallway to which Zayn chuckled.

And in a split second everyone was talking, going about their business and doing whatever the hell they were before we entered the hallway.

"Well that worked. Come on lets go to the office and get my schedule." I held my hand out which was gladly accepted by a smiling Zayn.

Some people were still gaping at us but oh well. I went to the office and got my scedule to find out I had three classes with Zayn.

The first Period which was English was with him, the second last period which was maths and the last period which was arts.

"Wait that means you're in three advanced classes. When did you get all smart?" He said jokingly.

"I dunno. English is kind of my strong subject, maths is just numbers and alphabets and well Arts is whatever shit I learned from you during our time together" I said remembering how he was the one who taught me how to paint. I only said this to destroy his stupid attempt to joke and I smiled when realised I was victorious.

"Eh. Let's go to class before we get late" he said to which I nodded.

With a sigh we left for our first period of the day with Zayn glaring occasionally at the zombies which were staring at us.

Ugh don't they have anything better to do! I rolled my eyes completely annoyed by their demeanour. Oh well, might as well suck it up and get on with it.

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Well the first four periods were pretty uneventful. Zayn and I passed notes and snickered at the back of our class at our inside jokes. Then we had to part our ways for the next period but Zayn being the sweetheart he is dropped me to my next class seeing as I wasn't yet fimiliar with the whole school grounds.

It was at the fifth period, History, only 15 minutes before our lunch period when I felt a light tap on my left shoulder during listening to our Teacher's lecture about how in 1872 a war broke in South Asia which was under the rule of the Britsh at the time and how many people had died which included innocent women and children.

I turned to my left to look at a girl with blue hair and pink streaks and beautiful blue eyes. Had she not lacked a certain organ of my interest I would have definitely banged her. Wait wha?

But then I shoke those thoughts away as I raised my eyebrows as if to ask what she wanted. A glare formed on her face and she said.

"Stay away from him!"

"Ex-fucking-cuse you?" I said immediately turning my bitchy sass mode on. Yeah I was a nerd but I could be a bitch when I wanted.

"You heard me stay away from Zayn!" She scoffed crossing her arms over her chest.

I tapped my index finger on my chin as if contemplating something and looked at her with my best Bitch face and shrugged; "Nope" I said popping the "p" in the end and turned to the teacher who was still busy in his lecture.

She scoffed. "You know he'll leave you anyway. You're just one of the whores he keeps around to fuck with and throws them in the trash when he's bored. You're just a new toy. You'll get old and he'll come back to me because I am the only one he's fucked with twice so don't get your hopes up!"

I bursted into a fit of laughter so loud that the teacher stopped his lecture to glare at me to which I just shrugged and said "It is what it is!" He rolled his eyes and continued the lecture.

I felt the Blue headed bitch glaring at the side of my head but I couldn't care less. The bitch was jealous that I was with Zayn, little did she know we weren't in a relationship or whatever fling-ship he has with these whores.

The bell rang I got my stuff together to get out of the classroom only to meet Zayn outside waiting for me but my eyes went wide when seeing the blue headed bitch had her arms around his neck and was pouting. Yeah Zayn did look a bit irritated but didn't do anything but softly speak into her ears.

I walked upto them and Zayn noticed my presence and quickly pried her hands off of himself. "Hey" he said looking worried.

"Hey back" I looked back at the blue headed bitch which was glaring at me and then back at Zayn as if asking what's going on. Zayn quickly caught on and sighed.

"This is Jade, Skye" he said motioning toward the blue headed bitch who beamed at his attention. "Err....She's my...Er....my..."

"Your fuckbuddy!" I said seriously. He looked at me his eyes wide and worry written all across his face as if he was afraid I'll judge and leave him. I bursted into another fit of laughter and relief showed on Zayn's features where as Jade looked at me as if I was crazy.

"Nah! It was only twice and I was too drunk to think straight" he said joining me in my laughing fit.

A look of disbelief showed on Jade's face as she muttered a little "whatever" under her breath and left but not before telling Zayn to call her if he needed her.

Wow! Such a Despo!

I held my arm out for Zayn to take which he gladly accepted and we went outside school to the nearest Starbucks to get something to eat since we decided school lunch was definitely not something I wanted to start my year with and get a stomach bug due to its greasy unhealthyness and nauseating taste.

After buying some coffee and muffins we walked back to school and ate our food peacefully in the empty hallway since everyone was either out of school or in the lunch room. He talked about nothing and everything like always untill we came across a topoc we never really disscussed before.

We were walking to out next class, maths, which we had together when he said;

"So who was your first?"

I choked on air and looked at him as of trying to believe what my ears had listened to. "Umm.. as in first kiss?"

He snorted and shoke his head. "No you idiot, your first sex partner"

I gulped nervously. "Umm.... No one?" I said but it came out more like a question. He looked at me shock evident in his eyes but then he relaxed as we came into what I think was out Maths class and the bell rung through out the school. We sat the very back beside eachother and I could see Zayn curiously looking at me from the corner of my eyes.

I turned to him and he looked at me and smirked.

"No one, yeah?" He asked smugly. I wanted to punch him in the fucking face and wipe the smug look off of it but I remained in my composure.

"Yeah" I said and took a long breath then looked at him saying; "I never wanted my first time to be a pointless Shag at some party or with some random guy I don't even know. I wanted it to be something special with someone speacial. I wanted to feel it, breathe it, know how pleasure would course through my veins underneath that person who would make me feel all those beautiful things I wanted to so desperately feel but couldn't. I don't want it to be some spur of the moment kind of thing, I want it last so when I think about it again I feel the love and pleasure course through my veins like it did when it actually happened." I sighed as I finished my little rant and Zayn looked at me with shock and awe evident in his hazel eyes. I smiled and turned back my attention to the teacher who was going on about how Matrice system worked.

"Well now I wish I had waited to have something like that with my special someone" he said with a little frown looking at his hands.

I smiled at his cuteness. "Aww don't worry Zaynie, when you find that speacial someone everytime would be like your first time" he nodded and smiled.

We listened to the teacher's constant tries at trying to explain us the formulas of the Matrice System but some knuckleheaded zombies didn't understand and kept on asking stupid questions. Then Zayn said suddenly;

"Hey your parents are gay. I can't imagine how weird it would've been to have the sextalk with them" he said grinning like the dork he is.

"Well it would've been if I ever had that sextalk"

"What? You never had the Talk with your parents? What the fuck Skye? My parents gave me the talk when I was 12 and it was so awkward" he gapped in disbelief.

"I dunno. They never gave me any sextalk so I don't know much except for what I read in books but there's only so much you can read. I do however know too much about gaysex though since my parents are Horny Fuckers and literally fuck everywhere and anywhere they want. You cannot believe how many times I have walked in on having sex because they do it every fucking where in the house! And now that we are in the new house they'll want to fuck even more trying to figure out how many positions they can find" I sighed knowing they were probably having their morning shag right at as we speak.

Zayn looked at me and chuckled. "Well that's a topic I want to know about. Hey how about I give you the sextalk and you share your awkward experiences with your parents with me, yeah?"

"Ofcourse Zaynie-" I was cut off as someone called my name and I turned to look at the front of the class into the eyes of my maths teacher, Mr. Folder was it? He looked displeased but I just shrugged because I might be a nerd but I still don't give a fuck about anyone not even Mr. Folder.

"Miss Rayn would you like to share your what you were saying to Mr. Malik since it seems much more important than my lecture. Come on don't be shy. It earned a good laugh out of Mr. Malik and we all would like to laugh at it too! Come on now front of the class so we all can hear you loud and clear!" He said in a sickly sweet voice.

I shrugged as I walked towards the front of the class looked at everyone who stared right back at me and I smirked.

"Well, I was talking about how gaysex is much more interesting than regular sex since it tends to turn on straight people even when gay people don't usually get turned on by straight sex. And how when two men are so close to eachother they become one and the pain only makes it more pleasureable for them. That makes them want eachother in more than one ways and they might try out new things like feminine clothes, bondage and bud plugs where as in straight sex people tend to stay in their comfort zones and only tryout new things as much. Also the point of not being able to get pregnant is another thing that pushes them over the edge to unlimited unprotected sex but there are still some males with the ability to concieve however are very rare and the process might be quite dangerous. Anyway the point is that gay sex is alot less awkward and more pleasurable and intimate in my opinion than straight sex eventhough I myself am straight."

I took a deep breath after giving the little speech.

Where the fuck did all that come from?

Oh well, I shrugged and went back to sit in my seat. All the zombies are acting like actual zombies with wide eyes and still gaping at the front of the class where I was standing. I can see Mr. Folder still in a state of shock also staring at the place I was standing and Zayn snickering trying to muffle his laughs with his hand so much that he turned red.

Before anything could further happen the bell rang signalling the period was over and me and Zayn stood up and left class leaving behind a still yet to recover Mr. Folder and an entire class of zombies.

The art class went uneventful except for me and Zayn giving eachother our version of "the talk".

The art teacher Mrs. Ruben had given us a project to make a potrait of a person which was to be completed and submitted to her at the endcof tge month.

I instantly knew who I wanted to draw since I had a vague description of him from Harry's journal.

Yes I am going to draw Louis. The asshole who tricked Harry and kidnapped him only to kill him mercilessly.

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It was about 9 pm and I was completing my last piece of homework which was a assignment of English in which we had to write an autobiography about our physical appearance while lookimg in a mirror. It was completely pointless and absurd but homework is homework and it needed to be done so I could read some more of Harry's journal because yes I really wanted to know what happened next and therw were still too many questions in my head that needed to be answered.

I sigh as I continue doing my homework.

My hair are chocolatey brown and unbearably rogue and curly. They reach up to my elbows.

My eyes are seasonal eyes and change between the different shades of two colours; blue and green. The change in my eye colour is dependant on my mood and emotions. For example; when I am cold amd sassy towards anyone my eyes become icy blue, when I am happy and smiling my eyes become warm green.

I have long thick brown eyelashes and pink pulp lips even though I completely despise lipgloss or lipstick. I have a button nose which is quite small and I have deep dimples for when I smile.

My skin is pale and my body structure in a bit patite yet I am pegion-toed and my choice of wardrobe varies from either extremely baggie clothes or extremely tight designer outfits. There is no in between.

I have defined collar and cheek bones and a very sharp jawline. My choice of jewellery is only lockets, chains and rings. On rare occasions I throw on a pair of earrings too. My shoes are either converse or high heeled boots. I prefer sparkly boots rather than plain and simple.

This qualifies as my little autobiography about my physical appearance.

-Skye.

I sigh as I sign my name at the end of my autobiography and now I am ready to finally read Harry's journal.

I walk to my closet and take out Harry's journal and turn off all the lights in my room except for my bedside lamp and start reading.

Well, hello to you Skye. How are you? Great. I am lovely as well.

I laugh at Harry's dorkiness. I swear if I ever met him in real life I would die laughing at his cute yet utterly dorky demeanour.

So, today is another day at this place that I am soon to die in. Well today was fairly uneventful. In the morning after I woke up and took a quick shower changing into some black skinny jeans with a white T-shirt. The tattoos on my arms are in clear view and my long curls fall freely to my shoulders.

After a while Lou entered with a tray of what I think was breakfast into the room.

He looked utterly flawless. He was wearing a navy Blue hoodie with "AMSTERDAM" written on it in bold letters with gray shorts giving me a good view of his gorgeous legs. He had his messy bed hair which I loved oh-so-much!

He had an annoyed look on his face and he put down the tray of food on this table in front of me and sat on the chair. I stared at him trying to understand what was wrong and he just scoffed at me.

"What? Do you want me to breast feed you now?" He sneered. I shrug and started eating my egg and bacon he had got me.

Looking at him I couldn't help but believe how much I loved him and that I can't get myself to stop but is it even possible to stop loving such a gorgeous humanbeing. He could be a God for all I know. But didn't. That's the thing. I didn't know anything about this perfect man that I had fallen desperately in love with.

After I finished eating he took the tray and started walking towards the door.

"Lou?" I say behind him. He turns around and raises his eyebrow asking me what I wanted annoyance still clear on his features.

"Umm thanks for the breakfast. I love you" I state as I watch his lips twitch a bit upward at my statement however he quickly chatches himself and walk out without saying a single word.

I couldn't help but shed a few tears at that. I knew he'd never say it back to me but it hurt more than I could ever think of and I didn't know what to do except for to drown in the tears of my self-pity.

Everything was fine today after that and as promised I was waiting for my second meal of the day. Yes Lou told me I could only have two meals per day but I was more than thankful for that.

I waited and waited and it had been quite sometime now and my stomatch growled as I was dying of hunger then finally the door opened and Lou walked in but there was no tray of food in his hands. It was a phone instead. My phone to be exact.

"What are you doi-OMPH" I said as he grabbed me from my shoulders and slammed me against the wall to which my bed was rested. He held the phone up so that it was in between mine and his faces.

"Talk" he said. His features showed anger, and he was fuming.

"H-hello" I hesitantly said cursing myself for stuttering like an idiot.

"Son?" And the minute I heard that one word my blood boiled and my expression changed so quickly into Anger and hatered. Lou might've noticed it cause he was now looking at me the fimiliar curiosity written all over his face.

"What the fuck do you want?" I glared at the phone as if it was my own father and Lou was still silent looking intently at me.

"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU GET YOURSELF INTO YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT! I TOLD YOU TO STAY HOME BUT NO YOU HAVE TO GO OUT AND BE THE FUCKING USELESS WHORE YOU ARE AND GET YOURSELF KIDNAPPED FOR ME TO SAVE YOUR SORRY ASS IN THE END!" he yelled into the phone clearly not aware the phone was on speaker and Lou was listening to everything with wide eyes.

"Then don't save my worthless sorry piece of shit ass and let me die!" I said in a dangerously calm tone.

He scoffed from the otger end of the line. "You know I can't do that you bitch or I would've done it myself a long time ago. Now give the man back the phone so I can atleast make a deal to save your worthless ass" I shrugged and looked at Lou who stared right back at me.

"Yes?" He asked into the phone.

"Listen let's make a deal! I really love my son so much. I can't live without him so can we solve this out by some money?" He asked and Lou Glared at the phone in disbelief as he saw the change in father's demeanour in just a couple of seconds.

"I DON'T NEED YOUR MONEY DESMOND STYLES! I NEED YOUR PAIN" and with that he cut the line. I knew my father had done something to him and as I was trying to figure out what he had done to him he was looking at me trying to figure out what my father had done to me.

But I can't tell him, not yet atleast. I can't tell anyone. Not even you Skye. But don't worry I will once I am ready I will tell you and Lou everything but all in good time.

And after staring at eachother for a few minutes Lou left and didn't come back. So I slept with an empty growling stomach. Maybe I'll get something to eat in the morning.

All the love,
H.

Harry is more broken than he lets on. I thought as I felt the soothing feeling of sleep take over my body with Harry's Journal tightly clutched in my hands. I wished that Lou was a bit more nice and caring towards Harry and this was the last thought that came to my mind before I completely fell unconscious.

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Length; 5 K!
Phew! That is so much work! But I guess it's worth it!

Anyway are you understanding some clues that I am dropping here and there or are you just gonna sit there and not use your brain at all.

Oh well, you'll find out soon enough anyway!

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Thanks lovelies,
-Summi